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Xiscapia

02-11-2008, 02:26

XINHQ...
Krystal's yellow, vulpine eyes flicked from the door the three had left though to her APN counterpart. "All an Imperial representative would do is get in the way...I am well aware of how the Alumina treat others, even their own." The feline race was incredibly uncompassionate when it came to members of its own defense force; Krystal doubted Nigripes would be alive today if the Kitsune Empire had not stepped in to recover her, as her own people certainly hadn't care enough.
"However, I am confident that, if Nathan and Chloe are anything like Kartosh and Skyler, they will be able to make their own escape if needed. It's the Setulanites I am worried for. If anything in this operation were to go wrong, if the strike team is beamed aboard but the Alumina retreat, they will be trapped."

Danaversian Station...
The kitsune staggered and fell, limbs askew, shaking and evidently in pain. Her captors were so rough, bruises colored her back, chest and stomach, and her left eye was turning a nasty shade of yellow where a fist had struck her. She had been violated seven times in as many hours, and though her training had allowed her to shake off the first two times with relative ease, nothing had prepared her for this barbaric atrocity. Tears trickled down from the corners of her tightly clenched eyelids, teeth gritted together, little moans escaping as she sought to regain her composure. The mission, she couldn't forget the mission...
Or she would surely die...

Trembling, trying to block out the steady, prevalent drip of water, the pain she felt in her groin and bruised areas and the smell of charred meat, Yoki focused, withdrawing into herself, ignoring everything she felt, everything she thought, everything she sensed, concentrating only on what she remembered and the analysis of it.
So.
Coax wanted a massive, full-scale assault into Xiscapian, Alversian and Greali space, to capture or destroy Xiscapia, Alversia or Nova Reginix and end their involvement in the war. The Danaversians had never faced the Greali or Xiscapians before, but Yoki wondered why Coax believed they could destroy the Alversians now, even though they had failed a dozen times in the past. Perhaps it was the sharp reduction of combat ships, a mass decommissioning of APN vessels (officials citing a more efficient military) combined with the presence Boolean weapon. In any case, Lord Mavoar was a fool: He had a tremendous opportunity, if he had taken the course of action suggested he could have inflicted massive damage on the Coalition, though Yoki still did not believe Xiscapia, or indeed Alversia or Greal, would fall, but instead he was concentrating on a single enemy, when he could have engaged three at once successfully.

Instead he stuck by the first plan, the one doomed to failure, no doubt thinking he was a brilliant commander, despite the original idea not even being his. Coax was stuck in the classic position of a subordinate who was more competent at a task than his superior, but unable, for one reason or another, to attain his masters rank. Yoki wondered how frequently assassinations occurred in the Danaversian military. Perhaps Mavoar would meet an 'unfortunate accident' soon, and though his removal would only strengthen the Danaversians by culling the weak and stupid, it gave Yoki pleasure to think of her tormentor dying at the hands of his second-in-command. The only thing that would make it better is if she could kill them both herself...

But no, she could not. For now, both served as important conducts of information, knowingly or not, especially considering the other two things Coax had mentioned: Operations Pain and Kel. Kel was the name of Xiscapia's primary moon and main source of Guilda, or energy, crystals, and was critical to the Kitsune Empire as a source of ore, for both the construction of weaponry and the exportation of precious metals and gems. No doubt the Danaversians planned to strike there, but why would they seek to destroy only Kel, and not Xiscapia with it? Perhaps they sought to place saboteurs there, to disrupt the flow of raw materials or destroy sources of crystals or veins of cortosis. Whatever their plans, Yoki knew she would have to warn the government about it, and get them to increase security on the moon. But Pain...what was Pain? It could mean anything, and it was the one Coax had been given permission to begin.
She had to find out more.
OOC: Al, Inter-Union, you have TGs.

Alversia

02-11-2008, 11:14

"As you wish," Ashe bowed her head in the acknowledgement of Krystal's arguement, "and as for the Setulans," She shook her head sadly,
"There are always risks in war, it just happens that with the Alumina, the risks take on far more importance. There is little else to discuss?" Ashe asked patiently, trying to find a way to get back to her paperwork, trying to rally the APN to combat a foe against which there was no defence.

Space, Macronia

It did not take long for either the Elixir, nor the Alumina strike force to reach Macronia. The Alumina ships had even outstripped the Mercenary vessel at one point but had then slowed down, evidently satisifed to let Nathan and Chloe take the lead.
For now, they were in orbut above Macronia, an orbit filled with the ships of the failed attack on Havalia. It was here that their man, Myers and his squad were based.
The Elixir sent a message down to the 11th Heavy,

"This is the Elixir here to pick up First Sergeant Myers and his Squad for a mission into Danaversian Space."

Danaversian Station

If Yoki thought she was in pain, then it was nothing compared to what the Alumina suffered from. She was not moving at all now. She lay perfectly still, the only sign that she was alive at all was the occasional blinking of her good eye or her chest heaving in an attempt to breath without suffering from the dabilitating pain. She was still vomiting up more of her own blood and it was clear she may not have much time left.
However, she was able to send a message to Yoki, something that would have taken a herculean effort for someone in her condition but she did manage to send one, weakly,
"Stay...strong...for...us...both" She was silent for the rest of the time.

It was a few hours later that the cell door opened and someone entered the brig. They took one look at the Alumina, not saying a word, before passing in front of Yoki's cell,
"Well, well," He smiled at her in his slimy fashion, "How's the Admiral's pet today?" He opened the cell, took hold of her leash and began to drag her from the brig and up the levels again where her Master awaited her arrival.

Sanix

The area around Sanix may have been empty initally, but it would not stay that way for very long.
It took no time at all for the assembling Shoal to gether, 105 ships of various sizes but mostly big-hitters, were droning slowly towards the planet, in the first of a series of offensives intended to destroy the Greali Empire's ability to make war upon the other's of the universe, especially the Danaversian Empire.

Setulan

02-11-2008, 12:37

Myers and his team were beamed up to the Elixer promptly, and upon materializing on the deck, Myers walked up to Nathan. He didn't salute; no matter what he had been told, this man did not look like an officer.
"I'm First Sergeant Myers, 11th Heavy, Setulan Planetary Guard, with my team. We're ready to kick some ass."

Xiscapia

02-11-2008, 13:03

XINHQ...
"No, there is nothing more to be addressed," Krystal bowed to Ashe and cut the connection, wondering at the calm disposition of the halfbreed Grand Admiral. It had not been so long ago she had been appointed to Fleet Admiral, then, finally, to Grand Admiral, and she seemed to be handling the stress of her office admirably. However, Krystal also thought it to be the curse of those as young as her or she, due to the rigors of their status, to age prematurely and become ancient in spirit while youthful in mind and body...

Danaversian Station...
Yoki had started at the words from the Alumina that sounded in her head, surprised by the force of will and compassion. Even since Yoki had rejected her plea for death the Alumina had not spoken, and the kitsune suspected she spent much of her time in a dream state, half dead and half alive, dozing between realities, straddling the line between light and darkness. Yoki herself slept, a welcome oblivion alternative to the unanswered questions and pain that stormed her waking hours. Now she was hauled back out of her cell, though the station. For the first time Yoki wondered where they were; deep inside the Danaversian Empire, but what important strategic position did the base hold? She had no time for such things now, though; she was on her way back to them once again, to endure the suffering forces upon her for the sake of her mission.

Alversia

02-11-2008, 13:13

"Nathaniel T. Barnes," Nathan nodded to Myers, not offered a salute either. Nathan had long since left the discipline of the Navy behind him, "And that is Chloe," He nodded to the small Kitsune who was rigorously cleaning her katana, "Here to assist with the kicking of some ass" He grinned and sent a message to the Alumina ships. It took no time at all before they were heading through space, heading deep into the Danaversian Empire.

Nathan was curious as to the backstories behind his passengers and, as they were cramped into Elixir's small interior, he sat down next to Myers,
"You looking forward to this 'day-trip'?" He grinned, Nathan was very much looking forward to it.

Danaversian Station

Yoki was brought up through the station again, back up to the main control centre of the station, where Lord Mavoar was sitting on his raised chair. The Booleans were back as well, both standing some distance away, frowning at the sight of Yoki crawling up to the Danaversian and being placed on his knee again. This time Lord Mavoar did not even bother to look at her but merely began to grope her again as he looked at Coax,
"How goes Operation Pain?" He asked, growling.

Xiscapia

02-11-2008, 13:24

Danaversian Station...
Yoki climbed onto the Danaversian again, settling herself somewhere between his lower torso and shoulders, trying not to disturb her master as he began to violate her again. Orange eyes gleamed maliciously at Coax from beneath the harsh face of his master, though the kitsune surely thought that the Danaversian must be getting mixed messages: The scarred, hideous presence of his superior alongside the small, arousing form of a naked Xiscapian female. All the better for her, how delicious it would be to shift at the wrong time and cause him to stumble over his words, culminating in a execution for his incompetence!
As comfortable as it was possible to be, focusing on Coax and not the slimy, dead hands caressing the inside of her thighs, Yoki waited.

Alversia

02-11-2008, 13:32

Danaversian Station

Coax smiled at Mavaor, something that could have been mistaken for a smile at Yoki as he spoke,
"The plan is right on schedule, my lord. There hulk has been outfitted and we have some new weaponry from the wreakage at Havalia. It should be operable within a few weeks, though we do have one problem,"
He took a small breath, supremely confident,
"We do need to aquire a number of Guilda crystals for use in the drive system and, though I would prefer to march right into the Xiscapian Empire and just take them," Another smile at Yoki, "It seems we must be satisifed with the planet of Terracopulus," He knew he had pronounced the name wrong but that did not matter,
"We are more than happy to harvest the crystals from there." He finished and looked at the Xiscapian female, grinning madly, as if he knew something she did not.

Mavoar grunted, increasing his activity around Yoki,
"Do as you need," He growled, "And that creature down in the brig, the cat," He spat the word, like a curse, surprising the Booleans with it's harshness, "has she said anything of value yet?"

"I think she's beyond speech now, my Lord," Coax replied, "She'll be dead within a month"

"Shame," Mavoar seemed disappointed, "She may as well entertain the crew one last time before we leave her to die."

Xiscapia

02-11-2008, 13:52

Their hulk has been outfitted and we have some new weaponry from the wreckage at Havalia...
Hulk? What hulk, some kind of supership? And did they actually manage to salvage weaponry from the destroyed vessels from the battle site? And where the hell was Terracopulus? Yoki had never heard the name before, but she was certain that if it had Guilda crystals, the Kitsune Empire would have heard about it. Even now there could be a base or colony there, never realizing it was the target of a Shoal until the Danaversian fleet was on top of it. Yoki resisted the urge to match Coax's grin, closing her eyes in false pleasure as she was invaded once more.
I think she's beyond speech now, my Lord, she'll be dead within a month...
Not if I can help it...

Alversia

02-11-2008, 23:06

Mavoar did not say anything for the rest of the meeting, instead he played with Yoki while Coax and the Booleans argued about the best way to gain the Guilda crystals. In the end, the decision was made that two Barracudas would be enough to destroy whatever defences the planet may have and to mine the crystals. Coax also reckomended scanning the debris around Havalia to see if there were anymore crystals there that could be of use.

After the meeting, Yoki was violated again by Mavoar and his two closest Allies while the three Guards that escorted her down to her cell took the same heavy price for their services. However, once they had gone, the door opened again and Coax himself entered. He did not open the door of Yoki's cell but stood and stared in at her,
"Tell me, fox-monkey," He smiled maliciously at her, "where is your katana? There was none amongst your equipment and I read that you never leave it behind? So where is your weapon?" He asked again, not even looking at the groaning Alumina in the cell beside them.

Greal

02-11-2008, 23:35

Sanix Orbiter Defense Station

Major Decer was on bridge duty at the station. He was part of the private military that Alvis Corporation had. Normally a cargo ship would appear and head for the trading station. Nothing alarming normally happened at Sanix.

Until today.

"Major, our sensors have picked up a large fleet approaching the planet."

"How big?"

"About a hundred ships." said the Lieutenant, he had the computer sensors scan again,"And they are Danaversian ships."

"Oh god. Get me Admiral Mellix now. Order alert, and send a message to the Greali."

The Lieutenant nodded and went off to work. Of the three hundred ships that Alvis Corporations had, about two hundred of them were already gone, sent to the Greali Empire. Only one hundred remained. Of the hundred of them, most of them were labeled by the navy "battlecruisers." There were only two battleships. Backing the corporation fleet were Defense stations, almost armed with more weapons then the fleet itself.

Admiral Mellix quickly arrived at the station and went off to work. First off, they must send a message to the Danaversians.

Attention Danaversian Fleet, do not approach any further or we will fire.

The truth was that most of the corporation's weapons were out of range, but there were a few Maulers that had long range capabilities, that would laucnh hell onto the Danaversians.

Macronia

Epson looked at the message from the Naval Command and was surprised. Why would the Danaversians attack a corporation? Do they know that they crossed a line? The message further said that he was to dispatch the Fourth Assault Fleet at once. The Naval Command would have preferred the Second Assault Fleet, but they bore the brunt of the Greali losses from the last battle. He quickly gave orders over to communicator, and he further send a message to the Coalition why he was sending the Fourth Assault Fleet away.

Setulan

03-11-2008, 00:41

Myers gave Nathan a tired look.
"I've been doing 'day-trips' like this since before you were born. And if I have learned anything, it's that you can never be ready enough. "A few of the other team members chuckled softly, not distracted from cleaning their kit and doing last minute function checks on rifles, pistols, and armor.
Myers stretched, grinning at the Alversian.
"I can tell you are. To be honest, I've been anxious to try my steel against these Danaversians. If I can kill them, it proves I can kill anything."
More chuckles.
"Have you ever fought these Amphibians?"

Xiscapia

03-11-2008, 04:04

Danaversian Station...
Yoki kept her legs firmly closed, tail wrapped around her side, arms crossing her chest, breathing heavily. She was sure that if she suffered much more of this treatment she would be rendered infertile, and possibly even receive lasting damage. But still, there was the mission, and she placed her trust in her government, superiors and commanders. Once she returned she knew she would be rewarded as no agent had ever been, and if she did not survive the ordeal, her treasures lay in Paradise.
"Better to have it drifting in space forever," Yoki hissed, voice raspy from so long without speaking, "than to fall into your slimy hands."

Alversia

03-11-2008, 11:54

The Shoal of Danaversian warships did not answer the summon and instead opened fire with large numbers of missiles and long range weapons. They were not here to talk, talking was for women and weaklings. They were here to kill and kill was what they would do. The entire fleet consisted of over 60 full warships, here specfically to inflict devastation on this ally of the Greali. They were also inside Greali space, which betrayed their motives somewhat. Still, they approached on the outside flank, keeping the protecting fleet between them and the Defence stations.

Elixir

"Yeah," Nathan nodded, Chloe was no longer in the room, vanishing into the cockpit to escape the admiring and shy glances from the Setulan strike team members. It was not unusual for her, in fact, it was the common reaction, but she still decided to let the men talk about their war while she piloted the ship. She suddenly wished that Skyler, her female counter-part and another Mercenary, was here to talk to. The two Kitsune shared a lot in common and she would liked a chat there and then. Instead, she contented herself with piloting the vessel.

"I have fought them before," Nathan nodded, "The 12th Danaversian War. It was about forty years ago. They took a few systems in the outer reaches of our territory and we took them back. I was in the Navy then," he leaned back in his chair, boots crossed in front of him, "It's also where our good Grand Admiral made a name for herself, I believe. That and the SASM war," He shivered, as all Alversians did, at the mention of the SASM, but he managed to hide it.
"I've done plenty of killing in my time," He agreed, "More than enough to earn this little baby," he indicated to the Elixir's interior, "She's one of only seven vessels like this in the universe."
And it was true, the Black-Raider class were rare and so expensive that even a government would gasp at the price. They were available only to the best, those who had gathered enough money to purchase them from the only dock in the universe that built them. Of the other seven, he had one and he suspected that the Star Snake was one as well, though he could not be sure, one he knew had been destroyed in the Rebellion, one had been lost in the Korr war and that left just five in existence. Where the other three where, he had npo idea.

Danaversian Station

"Oh, snappy answer," Coax sneered through the bars, "just like something she would have said," He jerked his head at the Alumina who lay perfectly still, her only eye focusing on the Danaversian as he moved over to her cell and started to rattle on the bars,
"Eh? Isn't that something you would have said? Come on! Answer me!" He called through the bars, "You know when we first tried to use her, she killed three Breathern? We sorted that out though, we just tied you down, didn't we? You were helpless then, for days on end. You always thought you were so smart. Where's your arrogance now then? Where's your witty comebacks? Where's your dry observations? You can't do any of that now, can you? You're pathetic, weak, you're where you deserve to be in the universe. At the bottom of the pile.
The Alumina just sat and looked at him, powerless to prevent his slander, slander which would have ended in his death when faced with a fit Alumina. But she was too weak, too much in agony. There was nothing she could do.
"Leave...me...alone" All she could do was talk telepathically to the Danaversian, though he could not understand her, Yoki would pick up the message as well, though it wasn't directed at her.

Xiscapia

03-11-2008, 13:02

Danaversian Station...
Yoki merely sat and watched. She had not been spoken to, and to put into words her defiance and anger could be deadly, so she kept quiet. The kitsune was already hurt, cold, bruised, dirty, violated, hungry and thirsty, and it was all she could do to stay upright and awake. She felt for her fellow prisoner, but there was nothing she could do that wouldn't make things worse.

Greal

03-11-2008, 14:46

Sanix Orbiter Defense Station

Admiral Mellix did not seemed worried by the missiles and the long range weapons that were firing. The Cheron Anti-Missile Platform suddenly came online and knocked out many of the missiles, except for one was blew a hole in one of the battlecruisers. The long range weapons destroyed the damaged battlecruiser, and now Alvis Corporation would get their revenge. The station and battle cruisers opened up their weapons, including Disk missiles that proved very effective at Hurtrix. Hundreds of fighters were given the green light go go and watch the flanks. Many of these fighters to inflict damage on the enemy fighters, that were presumably coming. Many would die today, fighting for their nations.

Inter-Union

03-11-2008, 17:52

Naritar sat in the command chair aboard the massive dreadnought, the Pride of Helios, the many tubes connecting into his power armor, allowing him to use the Psi-Boosters to enhance his own considerable psionic power to extend throughout the entire fleet. He was able to give orders to his subordinate Psi-Knights commanding the ships and their forces, if for some reason one of the Psi-Knights died or was incapacitated. However, he was mostly focused on organizing his fleet and commanding his forces during battle. As the final storage ships containing the final batches of troops, material and vehicles moved into position, he received the command from Helios to jump. He sent the command and the entire fleet began to power up its Hyperspace drives. Large red portals in space opened and the ships began to enter, being sucked into the oblivion awaiting them. One by one, they entered into the portals, until all were gone. The portals remained in existence for a couple more seconds and then closed.

A couple hours later, close to the planet Xiscapia, over two hundred jump signatures could be detected. A large amount of red portals to Hyperspace opened and disgorged the massive fleet of the Union. Surrounding the immense mass of the Helios-class dreadnought, the entire fleet was made up of forty-one military ships and the rest were transports. A channel was opened, general band, towards the planet and their defenses.

"Calling any Xiscapian command structure, this is Psi-Knight Naritar, commander of this arm of Helios. We seek a place to move our fleet and request permissions to come down to the planet to meet with officials to discuss our entry into the Coalition."

Alversia

03-11-2008, 20:59

Sanix Orbital Defense Station

The Disc missiles and long range weapons had inflicted damage at Huntrix but the Danaversians had learned. As a result the Danaversians knew how to counter the weapon. They had already moved around the flank of the defending Greali fleet and now the Greali fleet was between them and the ODS's. The Disc missiles from the Defence stations would be hitting their own vessels. However, the disk missiles from the fleet impacted readily enough and three vessels were destroyed by the Greali warships and their strange missiles.
However, now the Danaversian weapons opened fire, long range MAC guns were supplimented by deep penetration missiles and concussion torpedoes.

Danaversian Station

The Danaversian cursed at the Alumina for a few more minutes, then went back to Yoki's cage and hauled her from it once more,
"You thought you'd had a rough time up until now," He snarled, sounding quite threatening despite the quietness of his voice, "You ain't seen nothing yet."

She was brought to a room in the station, a room as dank and as green as the rest of the station. This room had a raised platform along one side and the rest of the room was filled with jeering and cheering Danaversians, some drunk, some even more drunk, some just drunk enough to pass for sober. On top of the platform was a Danaversian.

Yoki was put into a box and carried onto the stage while the Danaversian, an Officer of some kind made an announcement to the crowd,
"Brave and noble warriors of the Empire! I regret to inform you that our normal prize, the Cat," The room filled with deep roars of anger and fury at the mention of the word, "is close to leaving this world and so is unavailable for use tonight." The room filled with growls of both joy and disappointment. Disappointment that their fun was over but satisifed that they had all helped to kill her off.

"Instead!" The Officer called out, "I have another toy, even rarer than the Cat! Warriors! May I present to you..." The box was lifted off Yoki and she was revealled to the crowd of sweaty, drunk Danaversians who stared at her curiously,
"A Kitsune of the Xiscapian Empire! She's only five foot eight inches, weighs less than most of your shits and, the best of all, she is the only one in the Empire! The only one! She should be in the Harem of the great and mighty Makiera himself. But! She is here for one of you, for one night only, to use in any manner you please. She is damaged goods," The Danaversians laughed, eyeing her bruises with approval, "Shall I start the bidding at 800?"

So the bidding began. Yoki was allowed to stand up, though the collar stayed in place. The Crowd kept trying to grab at her legs from the floor below and the Auctioneer kept groping her,
"Look at this Warriors, just look at how soft her skin is! She's docile and quiet and she'll do anything you want! Come on now, do I hear 1,900?"

The bidding kept going up and up and up.

Greal

03-11-2008, 23:42

Sanix Orbital Defense Station

Another battlecruiser was down, and another heavily damaged. The Corporation was tkaing a pounding, but their ships released a pounding of their own. The Disk missiles continued firing, back by hellfire missiles and AS guns that were cutting their way through the enemy missiles. Another Orbital station fired its Mauler weapon at the approaching enemy fleet, that was edging closer. Hundreds, if not thousands, of fighters were advancing and attacking the flank of the Danaversians, firing mostly anti-matter torpedoes. They were keeping their eye out for enemy fighters.

Setulan

03-11-2008, 23:42

Myers listened with interest.
"No kidding? Well, I'm glad to hear that I won't have to drag your ass out of trouble the moment the action starts." He grinned as he said it, letting the Alversian know he was kidding with him.
"We've all seen combat of some kind of another. Not against aliens...no offense...but against humans during the great war. The Praetorians in particular were rough bastards. If you want to hear about them, talk to Mickens. He killed...how many of the bastards did you smoke?"
"Three hundred sixty one confirmed Praetorians dead."
"Right, three sixty one. He was in on a bad op, things went sour. He has more confirmed kills than anybody in Setulan, what is it, four hundred twenty?"
"Four twenty six," he confirmed again, softly. He didn't look up from his sniper rifle.
"Same rifle, right?"
"Roger."
"Anyway," Myers said, turning back to Nathan, "No combat virgins here. Accept for Donals, but he'll do fine. He comes from a line of warriors." He shot the young staff sergeant a wink, but the man was too absorbed in his function checks to be paying attention.
"By the way...I hear we have you to thank for returning some wanted property to us."

Joint Strike Force Barracks, Xiscapia

The Beacheads had arrived the night before, and they were big.

The soldiers still shot them impressed looks as they went by. The crews for the most part didn't pay them much attention, instead making sure the tanks were in perfect condition. They had had a live fire exercise several hours ago, the massive guns slamming out their high volume of shells at mock fortifications (built to Danaversian specs found in Alversian files from previous wars) and obliterating them handily before rolling on, infantry following up and "clearing" the rubble of "survivors".
Green was impressed with them, and had told their leader, Captain Goins, as much after the exercise.
"Just as impressive as I remembered, Captain." The man had just smiled.
"We won't let you down, sir."

Now, however, the Colonel was in an operations room with his primary S-3 (Operations) officer, a Kitsune Captain, and his staff. At the moment, he was trying to find where they could be deployed.
"I'm not worried about them attacking Xiscapia itself. Too heavily defended, and the Danaversians know it. But I want to know where they (by which he meant high command) might think is vulnerable."
He didn't know where Dui was at the moment. The last he had seen her, she been...less than presentable. He smiled slightly. And to think there hadn't been any rumors yet. That was the advantage of having the CO quarters next to each other with a connecting door.

Xiscapia

04-11-2008, 04:18

Danaversian Station...
Yoki recoiled from the mob, all ravenous for her bare flesh, their, hot, drunken breath rolling over her in great clouds. A grasping hand closed around her left ankle, but a well-placed kick sent the offender reeling back in pain, howling, a hand over one bilious eye, purple blood seeping between brown fingers. Fortunately no one seemed to notice, as his cries of anger and pain were lost amongst the din and his place was quickly taken by eager others.
'Docile' and 'quiet', huh?
By this time the price had risen above two thousand of whatever currency the Danaversians used, and Yoki hoped it would go high, maybe so high no one would be able to pay. But she knew this hope was futile, auctions were won either by intimidating the other bidders, having enough cash to outbid them, or both. Somewhere out there some officer was counting his salary payments, and she would soon be his.
Reinforcements had better hurry the fuck up, she thought, or I might be torn apart by these brutes...

Xiscapia...
Unlike their original foray, the defenses were quiet and cold around the capital, obviously they were expected. The glittering jewel that was Xiscapia hung in space below them, spinning slowly, winking lights betraying the locations of orbital stations or starships lifting off or descending down into the atmosphere. However, what dominated the scene was a truly massive space station (http://iveroon.deviantart.com/art/space-station-main-view-17072543), in geosynchronous orbit over the middle continent, unlike anything any of the Inter-Union soldiers had ever seen before. From here the Pride of Helios received a message:

Roger that, Psi-Knight Naritar. Please move your fleet to vector (coordinates enclosed) so as not to block spatial traffic. You may take a ship down to Rio Casa (coordinates enclosed) to meet with representatives from the Palace and military. Protector out.

Joint Strike Force Barracks...
The Major was a silver-furred, blue haired Vulpes Vulpes (as opposed to the more human-like Homo Vulpes) kitsune, with bright yellow eyes and a cool, efficient demeanor which suggested that he had done this before. Indeed, he had been in command at the Battle of Colony 1, and had been one of the few to receive awards from the Setulan government for his actions, namely that of holding the line to the last second before being forced to break and retreat. He studied the Colonel for a moment, then ran a hand over the table, bringing up a holographic map of Xiscapian space. “I’m not High Command,” a grim smile, suggesting he thought he would be by the end of this if he had any say in it “but it appears to me the Core is safe, that being the Xiscapian, Cholk and Wuin systems.” Three systems lit up, showing the Xiscapian and Cholk systems in close proximity to each other, with the Wuin system some distance away. “It’s the Colonies, especially the outermost ones, that will be the most vulnerable targets, that being the Dolosus system,” a system directly adjacent to an area of space labeled “Grealic Border” lit up, “the Chalybs System,” a system on the other side of the map flashed, most remote from the rest of the Kitsune Empire, separated from it by the Intergalactic Empire and inside “Zillar space”, “and the world of Old Xiscapia.” A system nearly as far removed as the Chalybs system blinked, a single planet highlighted inside of it. “However, we do not believe the Danaversians are aware of the existence of Old Xiscapia or the Chalybs system, rendering them relatively safe as long as they remain undiscovered. To me the Dolosus system appears to be most appealing, as it will give the Danaversians a close base to continue strikes into the Intergalactic Empire of Greal, but there is another factor there.”

Two more systems, inside an area close to the borders of the Grealic space, labeled as “Former Grealic territory”, lit up. “The worlds of Pamp and Nova Max are ripe for the taking. Pamp is controlled by the Observed Systems of Calaverias, and there are no Xiscapian forces, officials, and very few citizens living there. It is the only system, aside from Celestis, controlled by them, so defenses would probably be heavy, but the Calaverians have only a handful of ships capable of combating a Shoal, not enough to put up an effective defense of any more than a single system. Nova Max is controlled by the new government of the Berrax Republic, freed by our forces from Greali control, and now they prosper under our watch. They have their own military, the Berrax do, but they have never faced true combat before, and their economy is fragile. A strike, even a failed one, could collapse their civilization, and put everyone back to square one, so to speak. If the Danaversians were to take the world, they would benefit from the propaganda they could produce from destroying our forces there, they could gain Berrax technology, they were once renowned in the Greali Empire for their ship-building capabilities, and the world would provide them with millions of slaves.”

A sigh. “In short, there are three areas we predict they could strike at us: The Dolosus system, Pamp and Nova Max. Pamp is, technically, not ours to defend, and we have no interests there, but if it falls it will lead the Danaversians directly to Celestis, where we have diplomatic and military personnel and considerable holdings. Nova Max and Dolosus could be stepping stones into the Grealic Empire, and the capture of either would cause the people there to suffer the Atrocity of slavery, not to mention the potential technological gain the Danaversians could benefit from. Our forces, if they received assistance in time, could repel the Danaversians from Dolosus, but we have none at Pamp, and they are insufficient to defend the planet on their own at Nova Max. If combined with the Berrax Navy, we could, possibly, win a victory, but much of it would depend on the Berrax, and if they failed we’d be forced to rely on the Greali. I predict that if we are deployed, it will be to either Dolosus or Nova Max, assuming conflict does not start elsewhere.”

Joint Strike Force Barracks, elsewhere…
The military, I decided as I sat ‘guard’ on this crate outside the mess, was hell.
My name is Yesho, and I am a member of the Eighth Marines, Second Battalion, B Company, Platoon Delta, and part of Patrol Foxtrot outside my squad. For the first six months, life had been fine; I had been here, comfortable in the knowledge that no one would ever dare attack Xiscapia, knowing and reveling in the fact that I wasn’t one of the poor bastards out in the Exploratory Fleets, traipsing about the frontier and encountering Qonn-knows-what. We did nothing except drill, but drilling was good, it was an alternative to actual combat, the pay wasn’t bad, and the hours, though harsh, could be adapted to. Living on base was cheap, the showers weren’t segregated, my sergeant all but ignored me most of the time, every shot went where I wanted it to and I was the envy of my family.
Then all that went straight to pot.

First came the battle of Colony 1, and I would have been routed out to replace the guy who bought it on that alien world, but instead the Second Exploratory Fleet came to me. All of a sudden, we were at war, with the Danaversians of all people. Over a decade of ignoring us, and now they decide to attack, and I knew that with less than a days notice I could be out at the front.
Whenever the hell the front was.
Rumors were running rampant, between kitsune and these humans, the Setulanites. Soldiers took bets, on when and where we would be sent, and the drilling became nearly unbearable. Target practice, marching, stripping down, twenty-miles hikes though the forest, over hills and though lakes, war games, taking apart, cleaning and putting back together every weapon in our extensive arsenal, getting used to our new armor, formation movement, and every other exercise our superiors could think of.

Now there was fucking tanks. Tanks! There hasn’t been tanks on the battlefield since the Korr war, big useless targets that they are. Mobile bunkers my ass, they attract fire worse than Alversian sailors to an all-kitsune strip club, and if the Setulanites have these monsters I hate to think what the Danaversians might have. If we go into combat with them, I was staying the fuck away them, and so will everyone else, unless they wanted a rocket to the face. And the Setulan soldiers…like Alversians, but not. Built like mecha, I suspect that if you shaved a Korr, you’d have a Setulan, minus the fangs, orange eyes and lack of brains. First day they were here, some fool challenged one of ‘em to a drinking contest, and wouldn’t you know it the Xiscapian got hammered within the first five minutes, but that Setulanite just drank it like it was water.
Laughed the whole time too.
Fuckers scare the fuck outta me.

Inter-Union

04-11-2008, 06:05

Understood, Protector. Moving to given location. Pride of Helios out."

The fleet began to make a turn, slowly moving to the coordinates given to them by the Protector. Naritar sent a variety of orders to be carried out by the other Psi-Knights and then disconnected himself from the Mind Cipher. Standing up, he called an escort of Persecutors to his side, and then proceeded to go down to the hangar to board a dropship. A squadron of eight interceptors followed him down towards the planet until they reached the point of the Xiscapian defenses and then they broke off, to join the growing patrols around the Union fleet. They wanted to be ready in case they were attacked.

The dropship moved to the given landing pad and he exited, rising to an incredible height above the Xiscapians. He nodded to the representatives standing in front of him and bowed. "I am Psi-Knight Naritar, Lord of this Arm of Helios. I have come to speak to your leaders about the situation and what I can do to aid you."

Alversia

04-11-2008, 12:06

OOC: Greali, I said the defending fleet was between the Danaversians and the stations, you're firing the maulers at your own ships.

Another Danaversian warship was destroyed but still they kept coming. They were firing lasers, MAC's, missiles of their own as well phasers. The Danaversian warships also possessed AS guns and these were knocking some of the missiles out of space, so reducing the impact from their blasts. It was still enough to destroy that one Barracuda but the Danaversians pressed on, seemingly undisturbed by the fire being thrown at them.

At the same time, a swarm of Danaversian fighters swept down to engage their Greali counterparts, wave after wave, cloud after could swept down into the melee, targeting anything not Danaversian and firing for as long as they dared without hitting their own ships. They were lining up three fighters to one Greali and targeting him, firing off their own missiles as they did so.

Elixir

"Property? Ah! That would be Bain and his Praetorian Guards, I presume?" Nathan nodded at the memory, "My finest hour. When I picked the check up, not when I fought him," Nathan grinned, "I've killed Praetorians as well," He laughed then sighed
"All that money gone in a few months, upgrading this vessel first then establishing contacts in Setulan space...no offence...then the rest is waiting for the happy, happy day when I retire. Like it's ever going to come," Another laugh, then a beeping from the cockpit. CHloe shouted in,

"our escort are breaking off," They were too, it was hard to pick up cloaked Alumina ships, even using subspace scanners as modern and expensive as the Elixir's but, after a few moments, it was clear there were only two ships were there had once been six.
"They've gone to cause a distraction," Chloe explained, "Raise hell for the Danaversians and force them away from the station"

Danaversian Station

The auction went on for nearly half an hour, in which time, the price rose to over 3,000 Danaversian currancy. It was only then that hands started to fall and the Warriors began to think of their account balance's rather than the chance to sleep with the only Kitsune in the whole Empire. All wanted it, but in the end only one person had the money to back his dreams up.

"Going once...going twice...sold! To the Warrior in the corner for 3,200!" The Auctioneer announced then applauded as he made his way to the stage. He was even larger and uglier than most of the other Danaversians, if that was possible, and he proudly handed his money to the Auctioneer. He took it, counted it, then handed Yoki's leash over to him,
"Get her back in one piece," He warned below his voice, "Not undamaged, just alive and in one piece"
He nodded eagerly and, with all the grace associated with Danaversians, i.e none at all, he pulled Yoki towards some dark and dank interior part of the ship.

Here there appeared to be a party of some kind going on and Yoki was the centrepiece. They were all drinking huge amouts of alcohol and the Danaversian who had purchased her, forced the fiery liquid down Yoki's throat, it was easily more powerfiul than anything she would have druken by far. More potent by a long way. It was enough to get these Danaversians drunk and soon they started to take their prize for the night, starting with the Winner of the auction of course, who continued to hold bottles of the liquid to her lips and forcing her to drink it down.

They were even using her tail as a napkin, wiping their mouths and faces on it happily and once they were finished, they wiped the excess as well.

Setulan

04-11-2008, 14:09

Joint Force Barracks

Green listened intently.
"Right. I want you to draw up movement orders for rapid deployment to any one of those combat zones, including the ones you think they'll never find. If we need to, I want to be able to be ready to go in no more than...forty eight hours. Combat troops, equipment, loggies...all of it. Even the tanks," he added with a wry look. Several of the Kitsune had seemed less than happy with them. Go figure.
So far as Green was concerned, there was nothing like a company of heavy tanks to equalize the battlefield. Especially against the mob tactics of the Danaversians.
"But set some staff for that. I want you, personally, to access Alversian files on Danaversian tactics. If you don't have the authority for it, hack them. I'm not going into this blind. When you get them, give them a once over and write up a rough copy of some suggestions. Then give them to me. You, me, and the Colonel will go over them."

In another part of the barracks, a Guard Sergeant Major was sitting with his counterpart again. In point of fact, these were the two men who had been involved in the drinking contest noted in the journal of Private Yesho.
The Sergeant Major's name was Lucas Sampson, and he was something of a legend among the Guardsmen, for good reason. He had the highest number of hand and knife kills in the Republic. Moreover, he had a personal connection with Colonel Green-he was known as the guy who had saved the Colonel's ass back when he was a junior officer.
At the moment, however, he was looking over the tanks with his counterpart from a distance, and pointing out some interesting points.
"See, the last time I saw a beachead was towards the end of the Great War. Ripped shit apart, it's a nasty beast. But the best thing, and what makes me feel secure, are those." He pointed to a long row of blue tally marks on the turret.
"Not kills, you see." He shook his head. "The red tallies on the guns are for tanks. And as you'll see, this tank in particular has made a decent number of kills. But the blue ones...they started out as a joke. How many times could your tank be hit and still survive. Well, apparently this one got hit by anti-tank weaponry seventy two times and didn't go up." He shook his head.
"Crazy bastards."

Elixer

Myers nodded with Nathan.
"That's the one. He swung, by the way. That jackass will never kill another soul." His voice was cold, and the laughter from the soldiers was dark and without humor.
He sat up when Chloe made her announcement.
"About time. I want to kill something."

Xiscapia

04-11-2008, 23:26

Xiscapia, Rio Casa, Palace...
Before the Psi-Knight, nearly cowering at the sight of his bulk was a Palace servant, dressed in white and silver robes, flanked by two Black Guards. "Of course, sir," he bowed, coming up with his eyes still downcast, trying not to look at the helmet where he thought the Psi-Knight's face was. "Follow me." Naritar was led into the towering building, a great castle made of gray stone with large glass windows at spaced intervals, most of them dark and cold. It was merely overcast today, with the sun showing for a few seconds before being screened behind a blanket of clouds, a slight wind blowing around the exterior of the Psi-Knight, though the cold was not felt by him. In though two huge wooden doors they went, past servants and guards alike until they entered a certain area.

It was a hall, with light gray tile reflecting the sky outside as light poured though the windows in beams upon the floor, bright even here, for the room was dim. Along the opposite wall many tapestries hung, appearing to depict great kitsune and events throughout Xiscapian history, behind large, comfortable-looking winged chairs threaded with red and gold. Great lamps, made of silver, were positioned to cast light down onto the seats and art above them, though all these were unlit. In the middle of the hall stood three kitsune: Two of the more fox-like ones, Vulpes Vulpes, and a human one, Homo Vulpes. One, an orange furred creature with similarly hued hair wearing deep red robes like the darkest of rubies or dried blood, bowed to the Inter-Union commander first, a gentle smile crossing his muzzle, insofar as it could. The other two, a tall, darker skinned Xiscapian with brown hair so richly colored it was nearly black, possessing gray fur and a black uniform with several blue and black bars across the right breast of his shirt, and a shorter, tawny furred kitsune with dirty blonde hair and a navy colored uniform, bowed afterwards, the second regarding Naritar with a look of curiosity, the first with mistrust and a hint of suspicion.

“Ah, Psi-Knight Naritar, are you not?” The robed one asked. “I am Emperor Foxfire Rose, and this is Admiral Sor,” the human kitsune nodded, eyes probing for a face he could not see, “and Major General Genko.” The other fox kitsune give a slight bow, a pleasant smile on his snout.

Danaversian Station…
Yoki choked on the drink, and at first forced in back up, but she was soon forced to ingest it, making her almost instantly woozy. Xiscapians had a famously low tolerance for alcohol, but instead of making her tamer, it actually made the agent more dangerous. Though her body relaxed and became more susceptible to the abuse of the Danaversians, before leaving Xiscapia Yoki had injected large amounts of toxins into herself, where they lay latent and harmless, controlled as long as she was sound in mind, designed to release and kill her should she go mad, insuring she could not reveal any information to her captors. However, as she became drunk the poison became volatile, though instead of killing her as it was supposed to, it left her body though fluids. And it was these same fluids, sweat, spit, blood and others that the Danaversians were all but bathing in.
They would all be dead within a standard day.

Joint Force Barracks…
The Major sighed again, it was a lot of work, but doable. “I’ll get right on it, Colonel, but it will take time. Alversian history and records are loaded with information on Danaversian tactics, and some of our counter tactics will require a considerable amount of training and logistics support. When do you want it?”

Outside…
I had since wandered over, and, as I looked out at the tanks, I felt an expression of doubt cross my face. “They don’t look that strong…” I muttered. “Besides,” the Xiscapian across from the Sergeant Major laughed, a Corporal,” if that’s true after all this you might as well paint the whole damn tank blue.”

Alversia

04-11-2008, 23:50

Elixir

"Perfect! We're in agreement," Nathan laughed, "You kill them and I'll blow them to smithereens." It was not long before they at the Space Station, looming over the cloaked vessels,
"Yikes," Nathan sighed as he saw all the pods and outcrops of facilities on the station, "It'll take forever to find her in that."

"She's in that pod there," Chloe corrected, pointing to the one closest to them, "She's the only Kitsune on the station." Chloe did even think of scanning for an Alumina sign as well.

"In that case," Nathan checked his machine gun, capable of firing shotgun-like rounds until the enemy were nothing but puddles of blood on the floor, "Let's go and commit suici...I mean...let's go and be heroes" He grinned then checked his gun one last time, "We'll go on my signal. The Alumina can back us up when we need it."

Danaversian Station

The party finished as, one by one, the guests collapsed from achohol consumption and slept where they fell. Yoki was in the arms of the Danaversian who had bought her for the night, his muscled, but slimy arms wrapped around her like one would hold a teddybear. His breath was strong enough to strip paint as he breathed deeply into Yoki's hair. He had used her twice and almost all the Guests had had a go. She was so drunk at one point, she had even wanted it from one Danaversian.
But now, in the silent dark, a message crept into the unconcious Kitsune's head, forced her to pay attention. It was from her friend down in the cell's who must have been killing herself to send a message such a distance in her condition, but sent it was, barely an echo,
"Stay...strong...for...your...people...for yourself...I have...faith...in...you"

Setulan

04-11-2008, 23:55

Green grinned slightly.
"As soon as possible, Major. Grab anybody you think you'll need for it to help. We'll train with what you give us. Like I said, Major, I don't want to go into this blind. We'll train until our asses are dragging in the dirt if we have to. When we fight these monsters, I want them to remember us for all time. Assuming any are left when we are finished with them."

The Sergeant Major chuckled with the Corporal.
"We'll see." He turned to Yesho and raised an eyebrow.
"Looks can be decieving," he said slyly. "Hell, looking at you, I wonder how you got through training." Laughter answered this statement, and he grabbed the young Marine by the arm and dragged him over to the tank.
"Sergeant! Yeah, on the tank. Get down here!" A master sergeant who had been smoking in his turret jumped down and jogged over to Sampson casually.
"How can I help you, Sergeant Major?"
"This Marine has reservations regarding your vehicle, Master Sergeant. I'm sure you could relieve him of those reservations better than me." The Master Sergeant looked around and saw he had drawn a crowd. He decided it was time to lay any doubts about his vehicle to rest once and for all. He gestured Yesho to follow him as he climbed up onto the front right track section.
"I was in one of these babies from the moment they rolled off the production line." As he spoke, he gestured to his crew, who hustled into the tank through various hatches.
"This tank specifically. And our job each time was to be the first ones into a heavily fortified area. I remember as if it was yesterday when twelve Beacheads stormed a heavily fortified line...alone. We got hit nineteen times in six minutes." He let this pronouncement settle in for a moment.
"Then we opened fire." He climbed into the commanders seat and said something softly into his throat vox.
"I advise you all to look at that" he gestured to a mock up fortification line they had fought over, about a kilometer and a half distant "and take a good look while it is still in one piece. Oh, and cover your ears." The assembled troops stood stock still for a moment, not sure if he was actually going to do it. And then he removed all doubt when the turret soundlessly pivoted on its well oiled well, trained its guns, and opened fire.
Almost every second, a round was slammed from one of the main guns in an alternating pattern, sending a rain of high explosive shells at the fortifactions, which were reduced after a shot or two due to the specialty bunker-busting rounds of the Beachead. In twenty four seconds, it was over, and the entire line of bunkers was a pile of displaced rubble. The turret pivoted smoothly back into place, the main guns venting faint streams of smoke. The Master Sergeant popped back out of the turret and clapped the dazed Yesho on the back as the Guardsmen, and then Marines gave the tank a round of applause.
"We actually have a max range slightly exceeding three kilometers, but we generally fight in cities anyway, with exceedingly close range. I hope this has made you feel slightly better." The Master Sergeant nodded to Sampson.
"If you'll excuse me, Master Sergeant, I need to justify my expidenture of forty rounds to the Colonel." He walked away, back straight and a slight smile on his face. He imagined Colonel Dui would find him first-the shells had gone right over her quarters.

Elixer

Myers rose, as did the team.
"Whenever your ready. Let's get some."

Xiscapia

05-11-2008, 02:58

Danaversian Station...
Yoki felt a dark satisfaction in knowing that every one of the slimy bastards would be dead by her hand, even as she drifted between deep sleep and dozing. She'd tried to move a few times, but it was impossible: The Danaversian had a death grip on her, and after a while she just settled in, hoping he woke up before he died and she wouldn't be stuck like this.
But then...
Stay...strong...
I know, she thought herself blearily, I have to stay strong, and...
for...your...people...for yourself...
Only now did she release she was not talking to herself in her head, but someone else was saying these words to her.
I have...faith...in...you.
Mustering her strength, she came back.
And I, you. Hang in, we're coming.
And, in a flash of realization, excitement and joy, she knew they were. Seven minds, barely discernible to her, nearly lost in the hubbub of thoughts from those on the station, but she could sense them.
So close....

Joint Force Barracks, HQ...
"Aye, that's the spirit I like," the Major's face broke into a sharp grin. "You'll have your tactics, I'll make sure of-"
KA-BOOM!
"-the hell?"
The kitsune had flinched slightly, head ducking, looking out at the wall of the center. "Is that what a tank sounds like?" he asked in wonder.

Joint Force Barracks...
Indeed, the door to Dui's quarters were all but kicked open and the kitsune Colonel herself came storming out, the diminutive Xiscapian striding surprisingly quickly over to Master Sergeant. "What," despite being at least a foot and a half shorter than him, she still managed to radiate anger, making him feel small "the fuck," a finger jabbed into his chest so hard he stumbled back slightly, "was THAT?!" She looked from the tank to the ruins of the make-shift fortifications, a wild grin on her face. "Blast it all, if your tanks don't have the Danaversians quaking in their boots, nothing will! If I could meet the man who designed those things," she pointed to the collection of armour, "I would shake his hand, and then I would make sure he had a real good time!"

This elected a laugh from all the Marines, including the still stunned Yesho. One of the soldiers came forward, it was Sampson's counterpart, a human kitsune, standing by the pair. "I'm Corporal James," he introduced himself formally with a bow, "and I command the Light Assault Mecha in this outfit. I gotta say, before now I didn't think much of tanks," he smiled as he looked at the Beacheads, "but now I think this could be the start of a beautiful...partnership." He laughed. "I've got a few ideas I wanna run by you I think you'll find interesting..."

Alversia

05-11-2008, 03:15

"Then let's do this," Nathan nodded and Chloe tapped a button on a console embedded in the table. In a flash, all were aboard the station, in one of the dark and wet corridors. Nathan unslung his weapon, but there was no one here,
"Hmm," The Alversian sounded disappointed, "I was hoping for a killing session but..." He shrugged and turned to Chloe, "Where's the Kitsune?"

"She's in here," She pointed to a closed door, "With two dozen Danaversians." She sighed, this is where it got difficult.

"Right," Nathan slung his main weapon over his shoulder and looked at the Setulan Strike team, "When we're done, we'll have every Danaversian in the sector gunning for us, so it's best of you stay out here and hold them off until we can get the girl."

With that, they carefully opened the door and went inside. Nathan and Chloe had already pulled small devices from their belts and looked from side to side at the sleeping Danaversians. Then one looked up at them,
"Saca-va?" he asked drowsily.

"Wakey! Wakey! Rise and Shine!" Nathan shouted as he threw his two devices into the corners of the room closest to the door. Both were grenades and they exploded with deadly force in the small room, throwing Danaversians in all directions. Chloe leapt forward even as pieces of debris and metal were spewed out in the blasts and threw her one grenade into the third corner. It blew as the others had done so before them, pretty much killing the last of the Danaversians's in the room.

The only one left was the one holding Yoki and as he looked up, seemingly undisturbed by the explosions of the grenades, Chloe drew her katana and buried it in his throat. The Danaversian kicked for a second, then was still.
Chloe prised her fellow Kitsune from his grasp, noting with pity how dirty and maltreated she looked. She held Yoki down for a moment and took out a small pen,

"Hold still," She said gently as a beam of red energy shot from the pen and hit Yoki's collar. The tight metal collar sprang off, showing a patch of white skin where it had been pressed into her throat,
"Time to go," she took the Operative by the hand and guided her to the door, "We have a ship we can beam to. Let the Alumina handle the rest of the battle."

There were now alarms going off and Danaversians pouring into both ends of the corridor.

Setulan

05-11-2008, 03:21

Joint Force Barracks

Green hadn't bothered ducking when the cannons started thundering; he had been around enough heavy guns to know what the score was. He just smiled at the kitsune.
"That, Major, is why we keep heavy armor around. I think we should step outside and take a look at what they did to help you formulate your strategies to make sure the tanks play a part."

The Master Sergeant let out a light sigh and smiled weakly as the Colonel made her joke.
"I'll make sure to let him know, but I've been reliably informed that he is married."
Captain Goins had come running over at the sound of the first shell and took a quick look at what was going on, quickly surmising what had happened. He walked over to the Corporal.
"Feel free to run them past me. I'm sure we'll work something out. With your permission, Colonel," he said to Dui.

Inter-Union

05-11-2008, 03:47

Naritar swiftly followed the palace servant to the palace, followed by his guard of five Persecutors. It was an odd sight, seeing as massive bulk of armor, followed by five large robotic creations, following a tiny servant. They came to the door of the palace and the guards stepped forward to stop the escort. Knowing he would be able to handle anything if he was, for some strange reason, attacked, Naritar sent a command and the Persecutors stood down, swiftly moving to the side. With that, the guards allowed him in and he moved into the castle. He had been observing the entire time and had been amazed that such an advanced nation still used stone in its construction of buildings like this. He also took in the amazing paintings of important figures in Xiscapian history and was glad to see a species that took an interest in the arts. All they could construct had to be digital or made of metal. Their physical forms could not do such things as this and their armor was too much to allow them the fine arts.

Finally, he came in front of three beings, two more animal-like than the last, whom was more human. One stepped forward and introduced the three. He mused to himself as the introduction ran its course. Emperor Foxfire, Admiral Sor, and Major General Genko. Interesting. He could see the Admiral didn't trust him, his psionic aura betrayed him and his eyes revealed much of the same. Naritar knew he had some reason to, however. It was up to him to dispel that.

"Greetings to you all. I am indeed Naritar. I have come to represent the forces Helios himself has sent to aid you, to speak about any operations or situations that need our attention and to generally get involved. I can also answer any questions, if there is any." He glanced at Nor before continuing. "If there is any mistrust, it is best to get it out of the way, so we can stand together firmly. Any cracks in the foundation will only lead to our ruin."

Setulan

05-11-2008, 04:18

ooc: Damn, sorry Al. When I typed my response, you had already posted, didn't see it...my bad.

IC:

Myers nodded crisply and fanned his troops into a defensive ring, taking positions behind what little cover existed in the room. They trusted the mercs to take care of the Danaversians inside the room; they seemed competent enough.
"Contacts!" shouted Mickens. He fired, the rifle making a hard bang, and a Danaversian dropped, head completely removed.
"Engage! Keep them pinned!"
The team opened fire, tossing a few grenades down the hall to keep them from rushing, and blazed away at the big slimy aliens, dropping a dozen of them before they knew what was happening. Myers activated his comm.
"Hostiles, the bastards are swarming us! Grab her and let's go!"
A few scattered shots were coming down the hall at the Republicans, but for the time they had the Danaversians pinned behind a turn in the corridor. That could change in a heartbeat.

Xiscapia

05-11-2008, 04:47

"Wha...?" Yoki asked groggily, bare feet slipping slightly on the gore that covered the floor, staring up at Chloe. "No..." She struggled weakly, though she was barely able to walk on her own and had to lean on the other kitsune for support. "Alhumna..." She slurred, "Alu-Alam-Alma," she closed her eyes, "brig." She stopped moving swaying dangerously, and pointed with a trembling hand over the heads of the Setuan strike team. "Her," she gasped. "Get her."

Joint Force Barracks...
As Colonel Green and the Major stepped out of the Command Center, Dui waved her blessing to the Captain and clapped the Master Sergeant on the shoulder, having to stand on tiptoe to do so. "All the better for him," she glanced over her shoulder, saw Green, and, lowering her voice to a stage whisper, murmured to him, "I hear fox fur is a devil to get out of bed sheets."

The Corporal, meanwhile, nodded. "I've got a few...unique tactics I've dreamt up. Why don't I buy you a drink and we can talk about 'em?"
OOC: TG, Set.

Xiscapia, Rio Casa, Imperial Palace...
"What exactly are you?"
"How do we know we can trust you?"
Both questions were blurted out simultaneously by Genko and Sor respectively, both of whom started a looked at each other in surprise. The Emperor chuckled with good-nature, waiting for the Psi-Knight to answer.

Greal

05-11-2008, 07:31

Inter-Union

05-11-2008, 17:59

Naritar chuckled at the two as he glanced at the Emperor. Turning to the Admiral and General, he began to speak. "Those are both fair questions. As for what I am, I am one of the Nethil, my species. We are a heavily psionic race, but this comes at the price of our bodies being so frail that we would be defeated by a human child. To compensate, we used technology to develop power suits to enhance our abilities and make up for our deficiencies. We also created our robotic armies to serve us in war."

He turned to face Sor as he spoke again. "I cannot give you anything to make you trust me other than my word and my pledge to aid you in this war. I am willing to risk my life in conflict, against an enemy whom threatens all of us."

Alversia

05-11-2008, 20:13

The Danaversian warships, seeing that they were being flanked, turned and withdrew, leaving ten hulks burning in the atmosphere of the planet. They were confident that they were done in this sector, at least for a while. Their duty was only to distract Greali forces so that another Shoal of strike ships could hit another area of the Greali Empire. They were going to grind the life from the Greali Empire.

Danaversian Station

"What?!" Chloe took a small syringe from her belt and gently pushed it into Yoki's arm. It was a drug to shake away the symptoms of either druggedness or drunkeness. It was really to help alleviate the effects of such things, liver and kidney damage, and Chloe kept several of them on hand in case Nathan got a little out of his depth in a drinking contest. Now she gave one of them to Yoki. She would be sober in a few minutes.

"Nathan!" Nathan had gone back to join the battle in the corridor, blowing several Danaversians in one end of the corridor to high heaven with his shotgun, a weapon that had blown panels from walls and the roof with relative ease. A weapon that was still ringing in his ears, when Chloe tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear.

Nathan nodded,
"Go! We can hold them here!" Red beams of light were flashing past him and exploding on the wall behind him.

Chloe took Yoki, gave her a pistol and dragged her down to the Brig, helping her to stand for the part of the way which she was unable to do it. The Alumina was right where they had left her, watching them though her one eye.
"Good Qonn," Chloe choked.

Setulan

05-11-2008, 22:04

Danaversian Station

Myers grimaced as enemy fire intensified, ducking behind some solid cover. He saw Pfanstiel take one down with a good shot before ducking back behind cover himself. A voice sounded in his ear in Setulan Battle-Cant.
"We can't keep this up forever, the bastards are going to rush us!" It was Mah, covering the left.
"Keep it up!"
Suddenly, a loud booming from behind sounded, and the incoming fire dropped drastically. Nathan had repinned the enemy. Myers decided to take advantage of the situation.
"Discs, two bounces!" The Guardsmen unlimbered one of the three discs they kept on their persons, set the proper fuses, and hurled them down at the wall. They hit and bounced off, expertly landing amidst the Danaversians. Upon the second bounce, they all detonated, blowing apart the corridor and anyone in it. Mickens turned to Nathan.
"We've bought some time. Now hurry the fuck up!"

Joint Force Barracks

Green grinned at her and replied softly as he walked up to stand next to her.
"Good thing I have a good washer."
He looked at the ruined fortications and then back at the Beacheads.
"I forgot how much I like advancing with armor." He turned to face the Major.
"Get those plans ready and if they work, I swear I'll get you a battalion."
Meanwhile, the Captain had wandered off with the corporal towards the bar, and Sergeant Major Sampson drifted off, content that he had done his good deed for the day.
The Master Sergeant was still addressing Colonel Dui.
"Yes...I hear Mrs. Marchamp is one hell of a lady. Colonel, Colonel," he said, nodding to both. He saluted and walked back to his tank.

Greal

05-11-2008, 23:45

Sanix

The corporation was surprised by the Danaversian withdrawal. Alvis corporation had lost a total of five ships. The Greal fourth Assault Fleet remained there for a few hours waiting for reinforcements for the corporation, before pulling out. Another attack would not catch them off guard. All Greali areas were on alert for any Danaversian attacks.

Xiscapia

06-11-2008, 03:34

Xiscapia, Rio Casa, Imperial Palace...
Sor didn't looked convinced, but, though the aliens hadn't given the kitsune any reason to trust them, they hadn't given them any reason to distrust them either. After all, they had helped get those escape pods back home from the battle, and, he reminded himself, the Emperor seemed to trust them. If his Lord thought it best, he would work with these people and wait for his suspicions to be dispelled or confirmed. Genko, meanwhile, seemed satisfied with the answer he received, though he studied the Psi-Knight in a new light, remembering an old proverb involving strong armor and weak flesh. He merely nodded upon hearing Naritar's words, hoping he could soon have the chance to back them up.

"Noble words," the Emperor smiled, "from so recent an acquaintance, if for a common cause. All in the Coalition have much to lose if the Danaversians achieve victory here, and we stand unified if somewhat mismatched. The armada you god has gathered is impressive, I must say; no doubt it will prove an asset. Tell me, Psi-Knight Naritar, what are you willing to do for this Alliance? There will be battles that do not concern you or your people in the slightest, fought half a galaxy away for people who you do not know or understand, alongside beings who may seem strange to you. Are you and your troops prepared to risk life and limb and vessels for the sake of the nations of the Coalitions, with all our faults?"

Danaversian Station...
Yoki held the pistol pointed at the deck, not trusting herself to be able to fire it accurately, barely being able to hold onto it as it was. The halls were empty and quiet but for the shrill alarms, and at the brig the usual trio of guards were conspicuously absent. By the time they entered Yoki was feeling a bit better, and noticing her surroundings more: the stink of sweat, bodily fluids and purple Danaversian blood on her skin and fur, the piercing shriek of the klaxons, the far distant shouts and cries and characteristic chatter of automatic gunfire, the jackhammer pounding of her heart and the cool draft of air across her nude body. When she saw the Alumina she pressed up against the bars, helplessly. "Keys," she muttered, hitting the lock ineffectually with the butt of the pistol. "We have to get her out of here."

Joint Force Barracks...
Dui laughed as the Major saluted. "Yessir, thank you sir, I'll be reporting back soon sir." He hurried off, intent on his assignment, as the crowd of Marines slowly began to disperse. The Xiscapian Colonel looked at her counterpart, eyebrows arching at the Master Sergeant's words. "Mrs. Green, is it now?"

Alversia

06-11-2008, 11:07

In the halls of the Station, the battle was raging fiercely. The Strike team were good, very good, and they had Nathan as well to help them stand against the flood of Danaversians. But that was the problem, they were coming in a flood and one burst of fire was not enough to take one down. It took concentrated fire from every weapon save the sniper-rifle and Nathan's shotgun to finally make the Amphibians die.

Then a flash of light and the Danaversians were retreating. The Alumina back-up forces had arrived in the station and now they had join the battle on the station itself. Dozens of the tall Alumina, whose fur was every colour imaginable beneath their silver armour, began to fight with their own rifles, each firing a burst of blue energy that had the Danaversians in full retreat for the moment. They had cleared the hallway for the moment and it was obvious that battle was raging up and down this part of the station, above the strike team and below it.

Nathan stared at the Alumina surging forward, noting this was the most he had ever seen in one place at one time, and shrugged,
"Seems We're not needed anymore," He said it as if upset, but there was a grin on his face, "Like that's gonna stop me" He lifted his weapon and followed the Alumina in the battle.

Brig

"Stand back," Chloe lifted her own blaster and took the one lock away with one shot, the door swinging open as a result. The tortured Alumina inside looked at them as Chloe came close to her. She tapped something on her chest then sat beside the Alumina, gently stroking the top of her head in the way that one would do to a cat, the Alumina closed her eye as if enjoying the sensation,
"It's alright," She said softly, a tear in her eye, "It's alright, they're coming for you. They're going to bring you home."

They had only been there for a few moments before Nigripes entered the brig. She looked imposing in her armour and, for a moment, all she could do was stand and watch Chloe comfort the Alumina with Yoki. She stepped forward then and stared at the Alumina, the being on the ground matched the stare as Chloe took a step back to leave them in peace for their private conversation.

It appeared to take some time, but, when it was done, Nigripes took two steps back. Chloe came forward again with Yoki to confort the Individual when she saw that Nigripes had taken her blaster from it's holster and was raising it at the Alumina.
"No!" Chloe's call was drowned out by the blaster shot, a shot which took the injured Alumina in the forehead and jerked her head back. There was no blood, not even any evidence of a shot. She just looked as though she was sleeping now, her eye closed gently.

"You..." Chloe could not find the words to decribe what she had seen, "...you...we could have helped her!"

Nigripes did not answer but slipped the pistol back into it's holster and walked to the prone figure laying on the ground.

"You killed her!" Chloe shouted, unable to contain herself, what she had seen.

"She was already dead." Nigripes snapped then knealt down by the Alumina and, to Chloe's surprise, tore the symbol of the ADF from her tunic sleeve and, kneeling beside the dead Alumina, tucked the cloth gently in her hand.
"Remember what you fought for," Only Yoki could hear the whisper, "Remember what you...died for,"
As Nigripes stood, it looked as though she had a tear in her eye, but it was quickly gone again. She turned to Yoki and wrinkled her nose at the sight of blood and fluids,

"Pantheria-Lieutenant Silerus wanted to thank you for being here," She stated quietly, evidently unhappy with delivering the message, "She says it was nice to have some civilised company for her last few days and she hopes that you will always stay strong...for you both."

With one last look at the dead Alumina, Nigripes strode from the brig, followed by Chloe,
"If you want me, I'll be outside," Chloe whispered to Yoki as she left the brig, "We'll beam her to one of the Alumina warships. She can be buried with her people."

So Yoki was left with her fellow Prisoner and, if she looked, she would see one of the reasons why the Alumina had not moved once. Thin ropes had been wrapped tightly around her broken wrists and ankles, new additions since last night, while a knife lay on the tabe outside. It did not take a genius to figure out what had been going on.

Setulan

06-11-2008, 19:12

Danaversian Station

Myers weighed his options quickly as Nathan started to walk off to the sound of the guns. He had no desire to stay longer than they had to, but...
"Pfanstiel, Mickens, make sure he doesn't get killed."
"Aye aye," they said, and hurried after him, reloading their weapons. Myers left the other team members at the junction for a breather and activated his comm, getting a link to Chloe.

"Your friend has decided to kill a few more Danaversians and I have a few troops covering him, but I say we get out of here while we can. The slimy bastards aren't all that bright, but they are far from stupid. Grab her" he nodded to Yoki "and the Alumina if you like, and let's get out of here while they are distracted."

Joint Force Barracks

"I assume you would keep your rank and probably be Brigadier by then." He said it as a joke, but then his eyes got tight at the corner. "Ask me after the war."
He let out a long breath as the Beacheads rolled away, completely silent save for the crunch of treads on gravel. They were powered by nothing less than a mini nuclear core.
"As it is, we'll be lucky to survive the Danaversian counter offensive."

Xiscapia

06-11-2008, 23:44

Danaversian Station...
Yoki stood still, stunned by the change of events. Things were happening too fast, she couldn't keep up...now that everything was actually happening as planned, she was shocked. Going down on one knee the Xiscapian stroked the cheek of the still-warm Aluminan warrior, feeling the tears finally gather and fall, held back after all this time. Silerus...that had been her name. What had she done to deserve this?

When the kitsune stood, less than a minute later, her eyes were dry. She bowed low, once, before turning and leaving the cell, out into the rest of the brig. Standing beside Chloe, she raised the pistol, entirely coherent and serious. "We need to leave here as soon as possible. The Danaversians are midway though an important operation, and they have to be stopped before it is completed."

Joint Force Barracks...
Dui was silent as the Setulan tanks motored away, making deep paths in the soft ground with their treads. All around them Marines and Guardsmen alike went about their usual duties, training, playing, eating and generally living in an environment immersed in preparation for war. It was, she thought, at the same time a beautiful and terrible thing. "Once we find a way to stop that weapon, status quo ante will be restored," she said reflectively, "but as long as we have no defence against it, we're at the mercy of the Danaversian Empire. Thank Qonn they're too stupid or slow to really take advantage of it; they could have conquered half the Coalition by now if they'd been smart and quick about it."
OOC: TG Set.

Alversia

07-11-2008, 00:01

"What?" Chloe asked, surprised. They were now standing in the corridor down which the Danaversians were trying to advance, laser and phaser fire filled the air as Danaversians fell everywhere. They were taking it in turns to appear, then to shoot. The Alumina were calmly picking them off when they emerged. Nathan was in the centre of it, firing away with his shotgun, which was like a tank gun in the confined space,
"What are you talking about?!" Chloe called over the gunfire before stopping, binging her weapon's scope to her eye, firing. Her shot hit a Danaversian between the eyes, before she looked back at Yoki, waiting for an answer.

Setulan

07-11-2008, 00:16

Joint Force Barracks

Green grunted agreement.
"True enough. Fortunately, if I've learned one thing about the Danaversians from the briefings I've had, it's that 'fast reactions and thinking' are not amongst their finer points. It's those fucking other ones, not the Danaversians, who are a problem. They could strike any one of our systems and rip apart the defenders in orbit with little problem." He shook his head.
"To hell with it. I'm going for an afternoon run. Maybe I'll think of something useful. Care to join?"

Danaversian Station

Myers was cursing up a storm as he popped up and blazed away down the corridor, killing two Danaversians with the stream of high powered shots. He made a move to duck back in cover.

Too late. A burst from a Danaversian blaster took him full in the chest, blowing him backwards. He grunted, winded, and quickly rolled onto his back, bringing his weapon up. He shot another Danaversian in the face and wriggled backwards to cover.
"Damnit!" he rasped. Mah looked over at him.
"You alright, Top?"
"Yeah, yeah..." He hunkered down and changed magazines.
"Fucking amphibian shits!"
He popped up again and chucked his second disc, blowing away part of the corridor.
"Shoot me in the chest...bastards."

Xiscapia

07-11-2008, 02:31

Yoki grimaced and leaned back, against the bulkhead, cold on her bare flesh, trying to avoid being hit by the fire whizzing by them. She had to yell to be heard over the din. "The Danaversians have sent forces to a planet to begin mining Guilda crystals, I think they need them for some new weapon or ship they're constructing. They have to be halted, the last thing the Coalition needs now is another superweapon aimed at them!"

Joint Force Barracks...
"I'm game," Dui agreed, jogging with him to the edge of the base. Out here, away from the portable structures, the wind was unrelenting, slicing though clothing and whistling loudly in their ears. The grass rippled like waves in the sea, distant trees swaying and dancing in the chill. Out here they could see their breath, and as winter set in the area would only become colder, before long it would snow, and equipment and vehicles would begin to ice with water droplets and icicles. The Colonel breathed in the fresh, unpolluted air, enjoying it immensely after the stuffy confines of her quarters. Most of Xiscapia was like this, wilderness at the mercy of nature and the elements, with only a handful of large population centers and scattered villages and townships across the large continents. It was what the kitsune preferred, and it struck Dui that if the Danaversians had their way, this would all become a wasteland, devoted to pumping the planet for all its resources and slaves, barren and empty.
More than ever, she knew they had to be defeated, at any cost.

Alversia

07-11-2008, 02:38

"Alright!" Chloe nodded to Yoki and, putting her fingers to her lips, gave off an ear-splitting whistle that Nathan to her side in seconds,
"What?" He demanded, reloading his gun even as he said it. The fight was hotting up now, more Danaversians were trying to pile into the bottleneck and the fire from the Alumina and Setulans was driving them back every time. Now they seemed to have massed in preparation for a huge strike.
"We need to leave now," Chloe explained with a nod to Yoki, "Apparently the Danaversians are building a new super-weapon."

"Sounds like fun," Nathan sighed and looked over at the fighting forces, "Give me a minute." He ran to both Nigripes and Myers and indicated to Yoki as well,
"Apparently we have to withdraw, the Danaversians are building a new superweapon we need to destroy."

"The Defence Forces will not be engaged on a frivilous and fruitless search for such an item." That put paid to their Alumina backup, "However, we should withdraw before we are cut off."

A quick beaming later and the Elixir was shooting through space, plus one more passenger, Alumina warships in tow as the station burned.
Nathan grinned,
"Worth every penny, those explosives, I tell you, it's hard to get good quality mercendise these days..." he drifted off into one of his rants, some people may have listened, most would not.

Chloe found Yoki and offered her some clothes,
"My spares," She explained, "I don't know what size you are, but it's better than being naked after..." She quickly changed the subject, "So where are we heading exactly?"

Setulan

07-11-2008, 02:56

Elixer

"An excellent question," said Myers dryly. He was pulling his armor off and grunted softly as he removed his chestplate. He rubbed his chest and looked at the scorched, twisted metal/ceramic compound and chuckled.
"Thank the gods for Setulan engineering..." He looked up at Yoki, waiting for her answer.
The rest of his team were busy stripping off their own field gear and performing maintenence on weapons and taking ammo counts, checking how many expended rounds they had.
Mickens was cleaning his rifle religously. Seventeen more kills today. Not bad.

Only Mah was listening to Nathan, and doing so religiously, and the two got involved in an in depth discussion on explosives and their proper usage.

Xiscapia

07-11-2008, 13:14

Elixer of Life...
Yoki accepted the clothes without speaking, slowly pulling them on, feeling scratchy and strange after her ordeal. The kitsune agent shoved the blaster into a pocket and ran a hand across her neck, where the collar had made a clean white ring, sterile and unmarred, unlike the rest of her. The spot tingled slightly, and when ever she strode, ran or crouched, she felt a distinct ache between her legs. Finally she answered, and when she did so she spoke rapidly and precisely. "The world is situated in System 2XXBeta39, informally the Ripple System, named 'Terracropolis' by the AIW forces who attempted to conquer it. Some time ago, before the Rebellion, an Xiscapian Destroyer, plus an Alversian Destroyer and a Neo Kirisubon Pioneer class exploration vessel landed on Terracropolis and attempted to map the surface and mine the large supplies of Guilda crystals that had been detected on the surface. A task force from the AIW appeared shortly afterwards and captured the planet, forcing the ground troops and personnel of the three Allied vessels to retreat into orbit. From there the exact events are unclear, but from Alversian and Xiscapian reports and bits of intercepted AIW transmissions, the AIW took heavy casualties and were forced to retreat. However, Allied forces abandoned all attempts to mine the planet and did not land any more personnel, and soon left. The planet was logged and expecting a task force from the Kitsune Empire, but I can only assume the Rebellion lowered it's priority drastically."

Joint Force Barracks, some time later...
Both Colonel Dui and Colonel Green were back at the Command Center, awaiting the arrival of the Major with his suggestions and plans. It was not long before the kitsune himself finally arrived, carrying a datapad in one hand. "Colonel, Colonel," he bowed to both in turn, "glad you could make it. I've searched the Alversian files and what I've found I think will be of great interest to both of you. Additionally, I was approached by a representative from the Master General and several of our own troops, all with ideas and suggestions of their own. These have been included with the reports and my suggestions for your viewing pleasure, and will come after the tactical discussion if either of you believe any of their thoughts are viable."

He set the datapad down on the table, seating himself across from both the Xiscapian and Setulanite. "Are we ready to begin?"

Alversia

07-11-2008, 13:19

"Right." It was Nathan who answered, leaning back in his chair, boots crossed on the table, "Great. What does this have to do with a secret weapon?" he looked from one Kitsune to the other.
Chloe shrugged before glancing at a small scanner embedded into the wall,
"The Aluminan ships have broken off and are heading back to Coaltion space," She sighed, "It seems we're on our own now"

"Bloody marvellous," Nathan again, who muttered something beneath his breath and stood up, "I think we need to go and have a look-see," he looked around at the rest of the Strike Team again, "Who's up for a little suicidal trip before lunch?" He asked, rubbing his hands together.

Setulan

07-11-2008, 19:16

Elixer

"I think you mean another suicidal trip." Myers said it deadpan, earning chuckles from his team. "Why not. We're already here, our ride is going anyway, and anything we can do to hurt the Danaversians makes me smile." He frowned at his burnt armor.
"Might want to fix this up first, though..."

Joint Force Barracks, HQ

Green nodded.
"Begin your briefing, Major. Let's see what you've cooked up for us."

Xiscapia

08-11-2008, 00:58

"The Danaversians need the Guilda crystals," Yoki answered Nathan's question. "For what, exactly, I don't know, but it will definitely be used against the Coalition. Two Barracuda Battleships were deployed, along with, presumably, mining equipment and a full contingent of Danaversian soldiers."

Joint Force HQ...
"Thank you, Colonel," The Major reached over and tapped the holo emitter in the middle of the table, bringing it to life with a soft whine. "Throughout the twelve wars the Alversians and Alumina have collectively fought against the Empire, they have managed to gather vast amounts of information concerning the Danaversians. While many things remain unknown, Danaversia is ruled by an Emperor, the military is conscripted and all high-ranking commanders are more or less self-sufficient, with total power over their troops. Rewards and punishments are given at the whim of the superiors, and can be great or terrible, even going as far as death. The command structure is not exactly known, though it is believed it is not dissimilar to that of the APM, though the Emperor may have a direct say in the actions of the armed forces.

Danaversian commanders are known to put their most experienced, elite warriors at the front and center of any formation, while the weaker, newer soldiers guard the flanks and outside. If sufficiently provoked, Danaversian soldiers will break ranks and charge the enemy with bayonets lowered, especially if the commander is green or weak and cannot hold discipline. Naturally, should this happen it could spell victory for the opposing force. If two rival commanders are moving troops on the same field they may refuse to work together, resulting in confusion and disunity, which may enable a strong opponent to break up the disorganized forces into smaller pockets that can be easily destroyed. Danaversian commanders, and Generals in particular, tend to fight alongside their troops at the front line, so command of any given unit falls to the greatest warrior in the area, regardless of rank. Obviously this exposes them to battlefield assassination, and is potentially a great weakness.

If attacked with the element of surprise Danaversian forces tend to be slow to respond and uncoordinated, making hit-and-run tactics favorable against them. However, Danaversian forces will pursue any enemy scouts or guerrillas until either they have caught them, lost them, or their quarry has left the battlefield. Danaversians hate having to defend an area, and a favored tactic of theirs is to slowly retreat, allowing the enemy to gain ground, before swamping them in a counterattack, drawing them in, so to speak. In nearly any case in battle the most elite soldiers will be at the front, leading the attack, along with their commanders, in the most vulnerable position. If cornered Danaversian soldiers will fight to the last, very stubborn, and because of their size and strength, they can be deadly in close-quarters-combat.

Danaversian armor generally consists of stripped-down tanks, which tend to be fast and well-armed at the cost of protection. They combat enemy armor using suicide bombers or bazookas, though on occasion they utilize EMP weapons designed for space combat to destroy large enemy armored formations. Danaversian soldiers are fanatical, ruthless and generally brave, all loyal to their commanders. However, the Danaversians fear the Alversian Democratic Guard, special units in the APA who protect high-ranking Alversian leaders and assassinate high-ranking enemy leaders, to the point that they flee the battlefield at the sight of them. Because of their size Danaversians are not very fast, and they do not react well to changes in a plan or surprises.

Based on this information, I have formulated several basic strategies that I will share with you today. Before I continue, are their any questions?"

Alversia

08-11-2008, 01:10

"Good enough for me," Nathan grinned, "Let's get to it." He headed up into the cockpit and soon the Elixir was heading for the planet, hoping that they could beat the Danaversians to it. They were off for another adventure.

APNHQ

It was not long before Ashe was back on the communicator to Krystal in Rio Casa. She would have contacted the Setulans and the rest of the Coalition but, sadly, she did not have the contact details of any other Commanders. She bowed to Krystal,
"The Aluminan Task Force has returned from their mission into Danaversian space," She reported to Krystal, "According to Pantheria-Commander Nigripes, the Elixir was 'diverted' upon it's return."

Setulan

08-11-2008, 01:19

Joint Force Barracks

Green pondered that for a moment.
"We'll make sure we keep snipers on hand then. Are there any distinguishing marks on commanders that would single them out? Behavioral patterns? Anything our snipers can train in on would be a help. Also, how are the EMP's deployed? Do they need to launch from orbit, or do certain vehicles or troops carry them around?"

Xiscapia

08-11-2008, 03:43

Elixir of Life...
Yoki just sat down on the deck, leaning against an equipment locker, closing her eyes. Such pain, such terrible pain...and so many feelings. Relief, joy, sorrow, uncertainty, fear, excitment. She stretched out, searching, feeling like a blind person, calling out. Something touched her exploring tendrils of the mind, like a cold metal wall, but it radiated satisfaction with her performance, filling her with feelings of happiness and completeness. A quiet sigh and she embraced it, like hugging a statue, but for now it was good enough. It (he, she, they?) felt she had done well, and that was good enough for her.

XINHQ...
"Diverted?" Krystal asked sharply. "What of the Setulan strike team? Where is the Elixir headed?"

Joint Force HQ...
"Danaversian commanders tend to be the biggest soldier in the area, as well as the loudest, as they issue orders by shouting. Their armor and weapons are of better quality than that of the average grunt, and they are usually more heavily armed as well. As for the EMP, it is usually fired from an artillery piece in a shell, though sometimes it is deployed in the form of a mine." The Major answered crisply.

Alversia

08-11-2008, 03:51

"Hey," It was Chloe, who had found Yoki at the back of the Elixir. She sat down beside her and looked at the Kitsune, worry in her eyes,
"You okay? I mean...after everything you've been though..." She stopped again, eyes to the floor with embarresment, "It must have been horrible. Even with company." She would not look at the Kitsune now.

APNHQ

"According to the Aluminan fleet, the Kitsune brought news of a Danaversian expedition to a planet known as Terracrpulus. I remembered the name but not the details of the planet, but the Elixir has taken the strike team to head them off. The Alumina did bring the rest of the information back though,"
Ashe tapped a button on her console and that information was sent to Krystal, the message was obvious,
"The Danaversians plan a 3-pronged attack. One prong on Colony Two, one prong on Pamp, and one prong on Miller. We can't hold them. Not yet" It sounded harsh yet it was the truth. With that Alien race, known as Booleans according to this Kitsune, and their weapon, there was nothing the Coalition could do but fight a rearguard action, hoping for the best until a new strategy could be brought forward.

However, even now, the Alumina had gone deep into their own records, searching the name, searching for the answer. They had been untouched by the weapon. They must have faced them at some time. The answer to the Coalition's survival could be in the dusty record of the Pridelands.

Setulan

08-11-2008, 14:57

Joint Force HQ

"Right. We'll make sure we don't bunch up our armor and keep boots on the ground so they don't roll over anything." Green leaned back. "Continue your brief, Major."

Xiscapia

08-11-2008, 15:35

Elixer of Life...
Yoki looked up at the words, strands of brilliant white hair, now dirtied, falling across her face. The Xiscapian looked so small and alone, sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest, dwarfed by everyone else on the ship save Chloe, having experienced horrors the others could only imagine.
"Yes," she said distantly, "it was terrible. But I've come to accept it, now...I knew what I was getting into when I signed up. There'll be time to cry later, right now there's more at hand than my hurt feelings."

XINHQ...
"We must evacuate these worlds immediately," Krystal looked anxious. While Pamp was sparsely populated, she knew Miller had many living on it, and she could only hope Colony 2 had not received any colonists yet. It would be an enormous undertaking, and no matter what happened she knew they wouldn't be able to get all the civilians out in time. Terracropolis, as she knew it to be called, would have to wait.
"I will alert the Overseer at Pamp to this news. We must move quickly, or all will be lost for the three planets."

Joint Force HQ...
The Major tapped at the holoprojector for a moment, then stood back, holding what appeared to be a remote. Shown in three dimensions was a battlefield, with a tiny army of kitsune and Setulanite soldiers on one side, rendered beautifully down to the last detail, and a Danaversian army on the other side. Separating them was a veld, looking very much like the training area the kitsune and Setulanites had had their mock battle in, and though the Joint force appeared to be dug-in, the Danaversians were advancing. "In any situation I would recommend a highly concentrated barrage to the front line," behind the Joint army a line of Beacheads and mecha appeared, firing minuscule lasers and shells into the ranks of the Danaversians, "as well as sniper attacks, because this will have a great chance of killing their commander along with the elite troops. Additionally, anything we can do to strike at their flanks," behind and to the side of the Danaversian force, single dots representing small vehicles and soldiers appeared, firing on them before vanishing or moving away, "would be detrimental to them, especially if we can force them to open a gap."

At the back of the Danaversian formation, soldiers disappeared as they were struck down, and others tried to push deeper into the formation or flee. "Being the weakest, greenest troops, those on the flanks are more likely to panic or flee, which presents us with an opportunity. If we can conceal a force so the Danaversians pass by it," further out a company of Allied soldiers appeared, lying in the grass, unnoticed by the Danaversians, "they can strike," the soldiers got up as the flank passed them, firing into it as they moved, "and, with sufficient firepower and numbers," the soldiers were joined by mecha and Beachead tanks, and the Danaversian formation began to explode, troops radiating out from the middle in an effort to escape, "allow us to effectively gut the enemy." The Danaversian formation was spread out now, trapped between the flankers and the line, and were quickly being cut down by weaponry.

The Major looked up to his superiors. "If we can outflank and surprise the enemy, I am confident we can break up his formation, if not destroy his forces outright. Similarly, our primary objective should be to annihilate the front line, to take out the command and elite troops first. With that in mind, several of our soldiers have proposed viable tank-mecha tactics to me, which I will cover here. Furthermore, I have several designs from the Master General's staff I think you will find interesting, though most are only in an experimental stage at this time, and only one, if any, prototypes have been constructed. Before I continue, are there any questions?"

Alversia

08-11-2008, 15:52

"Don't say that," Chloe replied gently, "You're more important than the mission. You'll always be more important than any mission, no matter what they try to tell you." She sat down beside the Kitsune, "Don't hide it or suppress it. The memories will only come back worse than ever. You can tell me," She put an arm around Yoki's shoulder with a reassuring smile, "Kitsune to Kitsune. Our little secret."

APNHQ

"Correct, a transport fleet is already on it's way to Miller. We can try to get maybe 50% of the population out if the defences hold long enough. If not, then there's very little else we can do." She frowned for a moment, trying to think of something to say about the defence. What could she do?
"We'll need to leave the Military Units on the ground until the last possible moment, try to save as many Civilians as possible. Howeverm the APN is rather thin on the ground in Miller and we have no forces nearby to provide reinforcements," She paused awkwardly, knowing what she was asking, "As Xiscapia is closer to Miller than Alversia, we were wondering if you had any troops to spare in aiding the defence?"

Setulan

08-11-2008, 19:55

Joint Force HQ

Green watched the holoscreen with interest. He stood up and walked around it, obvserving different tactics from different angles as the Major advanced the sequence.
"Alright...alright, good so far." He turned to Dui. "We can take the two best marksman from each company and station them somewhere with good fields of fire. Deploy the heavy weapons platoons to the front." He looked back at the map but was still addressing Dui.
"Use a full battalion for the flank strike?" He shook his head.
"Continue, Major."

Xiscapia

08-11-2008, 22:42

Elixer of Life...
"What is there to do but suppress it?" Yoki looked steadily into Chloe's eyes, and what the mercenary saw there was chilling. The agent's eyes had a haunted look, sunken slightly into her face, pain bare and exposed. But her eyes were dry and her voice was strong, and she showed no signs of wavering. "What happened in there, I always knew it would happen, and I went to it freely of my own will. I spent so long preparing for it..." A humorless smile. "It cannot touch me now. I control my pain."

XINHQ...
Krystal hesitated as the most obvious option sprang to mind. It was, of course, halfway made up of Marines, and Marine soldiers came under her control. However, the other element was an...uncertainty. "We have troops to spare." She affirmed finally. "The Joint-Force Division is eager for it's first taste of combat, and they are the best prepared force we have. I will have to contact Colonel Green, but I am sure he will agree. Consider it done."

Joint Force HQ...
"We could probably open a position with a company, or maybe a squad of mecha, but they'd have to be light on their feet..." Dui muttered.

"As we all know," the Major spoke, "a short time ago this Division received a company of Setulan Beachead tanks units. The Eighth Marines has an attached squad of Light Assault Mecha and a team of Heavy Assault Mecha, though the HAM are currently unavailable for use. Captain Havelock, the kitsune in charge of the mecha units, has approached me along with Captain Goins with ideas on how to effectively synchronize use of mecha and tanks units on the battlefield to maximize enemy casualties. Among these are priority strikes, with the Beacheads combating heavy enemy armor, fortifications and structures while the LAM target anti-armor infantry,
self-propelled guns and light armored vehicles, and and aerial threats in concert with atmospheric fighter craft, a quick dispersal tactic of friendly armored forces into enemy territory dubbed 'Hellstone Hail', and numerous others.

At this time XGA Developmental Weapons Labs have conceptionlized weapons, offensive, defensive and area denial, for ground combat use. Most of these weapons are still in the experimental stage, and only a couple of prototypes have been made. Extensive testing is to be undertaken before all can see actual combat. I will make an overview of these at a later date, but at the moment the three that appear to be nearing the end of development and open for production and use in the field are-"

There was a soft bing noise that indicated a message was incoming, and with a nod from Dui the Major switched the holoscreen from the virtual battlefield to be replaced by the visage of Grand Admiral Krystal. Both the Major and Colonel bowed, and after a moment the Naval commander bowed back, looking grave. "Major, Colonels," she nodded to them, "we have a situation. Coalition Intelligence reports that the planet Miller, in Alversian space, has been targeted by the Danaversians for an attack, though we do not know how many vessels or troops are to be sent. We believe they intend to take the planet, and they will doubtlessly do so. Even now civilians are being evacuated, but there will still be a large number left on the planet once the Danaversians arrive. I need this Division to deploy to Miller within thirty-six hours to bolster the defences in face of the impending Danaversian attack, to buy time for the APN to evacuate as many civilians as they can. You will be working in concert with APN troops and the Miller Militia to hold the Danaversians at bay on the ground. Contingency plans have been made for your own extraction once your position becomes untenable. Are there any questions?"

Setulan

08-11-2008, 22:51

Green blinked hard.
"Yes, Grand Admiral. We'll deploy at once." He nodded to a private off screen, and he ran out to spread the word.
"Will there be any kind of support from space? And how will we get off planet once the civilians are gone?"

Alversia

08-11-2008, 22:53

"As you wish," Chloe stayed with her though, offering her support through her presence alone. She was silent then until Nathan made an announcement from the cockpit,
"We're here!" He announced, pointing at the planet out the cockpit, "Doesn't seem all that remarkable. No sign of Danaversians either. Looks like we won the race. Now to visit the planet"

APNHQ

"Any forces would be helpful," Ashe conceded, "We don't have the troops to do little and I don't want the Miller Defence Forces to form part of the battle. They will proclaim surrender and the Danaversians will show them leniancy"

Xiscapia

08-11-2008, 23:13

Joint Force HQ...
"APN vessels will stay in orbit over Miller for as long as they can; however, it will not be long before they will be forced to retreat or be destroyed, and they will be preoccupied with fighting or avoiding Danaversian warships and taking on civilians. You can expect little to no orbital assistance, with the possible exception of bombers to make attack runs on enemy troops, and you will be taken with them once the APN retreats from Miller. The longer you can keep the Danaversian ground forces tied up, the slower they will be to reach the planetary defenses, the more time the APN will have to evacuate the planet." Krystal answered quickly. She feared that the Danaversians could attack at any time, that they might begin the assault before the Joint Division could be deployed, and many lives would be lost.

XINHQ...
"The Division will do it's job," Krystal nodded to Ashe, temporarily out of view of the Major and Colonels, "just make sure your ships are loaded to full capacity with civilians."

Elixer of Life...
Yoki stood now, feeling for the pistol she'd stuck in her pocket. "Is that such a wise idea?" she asked of Nathan. "If the Danaversians arrive and spot us on the ground, we will surely perish in the orbital strike. Besides, we will not know where they will be until they land, so I think it is better to maintain a cloaked position until they arrive, then covertly follow them down."
OOC: TG, Al.

Alversia

08-11-2008, 23:30

"Fine then," Nathan grumbled, "Can't see the point getting here first if you have to wait for your opponent to arrive." He sat in the cockpit of the ship and slept.
Chloe stayed with Yoki,
"What did you learn about them?" She asked curiously, "About the Danaversians, I mean. It could be helpful for us on the surface." She finished and blushed slightly.

APNHQ

"They will be loaded, Grand Admiral, with more than maximum capacity. We'll get who we can. Then evacuate the main force of Defenders." Ashe sighed, "I just hope we can deploy in time to be of any use.

Setulan

09-11-2008, 04:19

Joint Force HQ

"Right you are, Grand Admiral. We'll be ready." He gave her a quick salute and waited for her to shut down the connection. He looked at Dui.
"Let's get to work." He then turned to the Major.
"And aren't you glad I had you work on those rapid deployment plans?"

Elixer

It was at this point that Myers walked over to where the two Kitsune were sitting. He nodded to Chloe and then addressed Yoki.
"Indeed. Giving them a bloody nose was all well and good, but I imagine they will be slightly more prepared this time. Anything would help."

Xiscapia

09-11-2008, 04:59

Elixir of Life...
"Well..." Yoki thought for a moment. "I don't actually know all that much about them. Their weapons are advanced, but in other technological areas they are almost backwards, I think they're a bit superstitious, the higher the rank, the more hedonistic and self-serving they are, and..." she smiled, "they're terrified of the Alversian Democratic Guard. Oh, and they had a distinct tendency to underestimate their opponents."

XINHQ...
Krystal nodded somberly. "That is my hope too. I must coordinate transport for them, so until the next time..." She bowed. "Grand Admiral," she said by way of greeting, and cut the connection.

Joint Force HQ...
"Aye," Dui nodded. "I'll rally my troops, you rally yours. Looks like we're gonna get some action." She grinned, openly kissing Green before exiting. Ever since the battle of Colony One, many of her soldiers had been itching for combat. Now they'd finally be able to install fear of the blade into these bastards. The Major, on the other hand, simply bowed. "Your foresight amazes and frightens me, Colonel," he said dryly to Green. "Thirty-six hours is less than I anticipated, but I am confident I can manage the forces efficiently."

Alversia

09-11-2008, 15:17

"That's not what I meant," Chloe blushed delicately for a moment, "I wanted to know what they're like...as people..." She stopped and looked at the floor again, the smells of that brig coming back to her, the smell of damp, the smell of blood, the smell of burned fur and cooked flesh. She shivered. She could not have survived that.

Setulan

09-11-2008, 15:56

Joint Force HQ

Green smiled slightly as Dui left before addressing the Major.
"Sometimes I amaze myself, Major," he said it gravely, but his eyes gave him away. "Let's get to it." He left the room as well and hit the alarm system. The wailing klaxons had troops out of their beds/sports areas/training areas, completely battle ready, in no time at all. They all looked at each other curiously.
"We're going to war!"

Xiscapia

09-11-2008, 19:15

Elixer of Life...
Yoki looked at Chloe as if she thought her an idiot. "They were cruel and harsh, some took pleasure in my pain and others were entirely sociopathic. This is common knowledge, as people I could see no development of complex emotions such as love, mercy, compassion or generosity. There was only hedonistic pleasures, envy, anger, hatred and the pushing of those on the bottom up to get to the top while those on the top sought to push those below down. Animals," she sounded bitter, "all of them animals."

Joint Force Barracks, some time later...
A small tower had been erected at the front of the camp, some twenty feet in height, with a small platform on the top to hold up to three people. Colonel Dui stood atop it now, in combat armor, looking out over the first of the three battalions under her command. The Lieutenant Colonel stood at the front of the perfectly straight, militarily-precise ranks, hands at his side, staring straight ahead like all his troops. Behind them all, a large troop transport (http://premium1.uploadit.org/MaxOutrider/ShipImages/Escort-Carrier.jpg) and several drop ships (http://devildalek.deviantart.com/art/Jakkar-Drop-Ship-54452638) waited, back doors open to receive the troops. It was almost completely silent, with only the noise of soldiers moving to prepare elsewhere in the camp disturbing it.

The Colonel raised her hands into the air, silver shining in the light as dusk began to fall on the camp, casting deep shadows over the landscape. She looked out across the field of blank, helmeted heads, each containing an Xiscapian who had trained, fought, sweated, wept and bled for the Kitsune Empire. They had been with her at the Battle of Colony One; they were with her again today. They had not failed her then, and the Colonel knew they would not fail her now. In a carrying voice, with much deliberation despite her petite frame, Dui spoke to her troops, soft and first and steadily growing to a shout:
"Our flag, red with the blood of victory, bears the spirit of the country.
The distant rumbling of the guns mingles with our marching song.
The path to glory is built by the bodies of our foes.
For too long have we swallowed our hatred. Be ready for all sacrifices!"

With this last word she tugged her sword free of it's sheath, holding it high above her head, blade shining with reflected sunlight. In unison the soldiers before her lifted their rifles, bayonets gleaming, and spoke an oath back to her, a thousand voices as one:
"For the people! For the Emperor! And for Xiscapia!"
Dui lowered her katana, crossed before her, staring down at the Marines, eyes bright. "Now, go," she called to them, "and show the enemy what it means to oppose the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia."
Again, synchronized, the soldiers came back:
"I am a servant of the People, I am a servant of the Emperor, I am the servant of honor, my life is not my own, when the people have need of it. My life is given for the People, for my Emperor, and for my honor."

The Lieutenant Colonel turned, as the first line of Marines did so with him, and they began to march in lockstep towards the waiting transports. Elsewhere artillery pieces, mecha, tons of ammunition and supplies and other equipment was being packed into crates or onto ships to go with the Division forces. The effort was a huge logistics operation, requiring thousands of kitsune to coordinate the combatants and equipment, all for preservation of Xiscapia and her holdings and allies. In less than thirty-six hours, they would all be off-planet, and on their way to the first engagement against the Danaversians.
Dui knew her job, and she knew that the burden of millions, if not billions of lives rested on the shoulders of her, her troops, and that of Green and his men. Despite their words, this battle would not be fought for glory, or spoils, or even to destroy the enemy: No, this was a fight for the survival of an entire people.

Alversia

09-11-2008, 19:26

"I just wanted to know," Chloe mumbled, embarressed with admitting it, I if they were all the monters we're told they are." She stopped for a moment, "After what they did to you and that Alumina, I guess I should have known." She stopped for a moment, then hesitated, "She was engaged y'know. That Alumina. She was meant to marry her mate when her last tour of duty finished." Chloe sighed, "War is terrible. In every possible way."

Setulan

09-11-2008, 19:43

Joint Force Barracks

The gathering of the Republicans was much less formal than that of the Xiscapians, but no less inspiring in its own right. Though formed up, there was a looseness in all of them. Green stood before them on a demolished tree stump and looked across at them, his rifle held loosely in the low position. He surveyed the faces, currently bare as the helmets lay on the ground beside them, and looked for fear.
He saw none.
The scar cut across his cheek tightened as he smiled.

"Brothers, we go to war again."
"Hooah!"
"First against the vile Kewen, and now against an enemy just as barbaric, just as brutal, just as easily killed."
"Hooah!"
"Once again, we fight beside our brave Xiscapian allies. Who here will gladly die for their ally?"
"Hooah!"
"Who here will spill the blood of the tyrants who threaten existance?"
"Hooah!"
"They will know our names! Our legacy will be written in fire and blood, and the amphibian scum will shake when they hear our name!"
"Hooah!"
"Republicans! We go to war!"
"One shot! One kill! Never Die! Never will! Hoooooah!"
"Gentlemen, board your transports."
The troops started marching away. In the distance, Green could see the massive Beacheads rolling onto bulk lifters, crates of ammo strapped to them. They weren't sure if there would be any to spare where they were going.

Elixer

Myers started to clean his fingernails with his knife.
"Animals...they fight like them, too. No real order or discipline. No true tactics. Bloody savages." He sighed, but then fixed Chloe with a burning look.
"War may be terrible, but these things are far, far worse. I'll kill every one of the bastards myself if I have to. They will not take one inch of Setulan ground while I live and breath."

Xiscapia

09-11-2008, 20:08

Elixer of Life...
Yoki said listened to the words of the Setulan. "It's not just them," she murmured, speaking of the Danaversians, looking around to Chloe and Myers and the rest of the team. "It's everyone. You, me, the Emperor, all the admirals and generals, all the soldiers and families and friends of those men and women, kitsune and Alumina...war changes you, always for the worse. We're all monsters in our own way, even if we kill no one. A word, a paper, a nod or a blink, any of it can tear people apart, for no reason at all, because someone said something wrong, because someone has more than another, because religion or ideals or cultures clash. All stupid and wasteful and barbaric..." She smiled, but her eyes were cold. "And yet we do it anyway."

Alversia

09-11-2008, 20:19

"We have to do it," It was Nathan who had come down from the cockpit, "Sometimes there is no other option. We do what we have to do because we have a choice. Soldiers have a choice, womena and children do not. It's what we were always told in APN training. If you die in combat, you knew the risks, you were given the choice and you accepted it, you may be replacing a women or child who did not have that choice," he shook his head and looked at the assembled room,
"The Danaversians are approaching," he reported why he had come down into the main area, "They have already beamed down a team and two Barracudas are in protective orbit. It's time to go," His voice was hard.

Setulan

09-11-2008, 21:15

Elixer

"Right. Let's go then." Myers nodded to his team and they rose, silent once more as they prepared to go into battle. They finished putting on their armor and did last minute checks for weapons.
"A good thing we brought extra ammo," said Mah. "We weren't expecting two combat actions in one day."

Xiscapia

10-11-2008, 03:57

Yoki did not seem to react to the news, she continued to stare a Nathan. "There's always a choice," she said softly, eyes hollow, "for everyone." There was a moment of quiet, then it was broken as the kitsune turned away, looking to Chloe. "Do you have any additional weapons you could spare for me?"

Terracropolis, surface...
The area the Danaversians had selected was basic, as far as planets went. Desert to the far east, coming to rolling foothills, followed by forest that got denser as one proceeded deeper, to culminate in a raised area, what appeared to be the summit of a small mountain. There was no civilization, no settlements of any kind, and no higher life forms on Terracropolis. In space several hulks of long dead ships could be seen, though they had been so badly damaged that it was impossible to tell exactly what they had been or where they had come from, though two of them appeared to be frigates of some kind, and the third could have been a colony or cargo vessel.

The Danaversian LZ was not far from a large, looming structure to the west, it appeared to be some kind of pyramid, deep brown, almost black stone steps cold and sinister despite the bright noon light, pillars leading to it chipped and cracked with age. The first thing they would notice as they disembarked was the total, all-encompassing silence. No birds chirped in the trees, no wildlife rustled among the trees of the forest, no insects buzzed around them, there was not even a zephyr of wind to break it. The next thing that would become apparent was six bodies, lying askew around the clearing they were in: A dead Alversian Marine, limbs snapped and broken, an Xiscapian Marine chopped clean in half, upper torso a meter away from the rest of him, and what appeared to be four Calaverian Galactic Observation Units, three of whom appeared to have had their armor pierced by some kind of sharp weapon, the final one missing his head. All seemed to have died at about the same time, and from the biological matter that could be seen it could be estimated that the deceased had been dead for roughly a standard year.

In the forest around the clearing, eyes watched the Danaversians, never blinking or wavering. An under-the-breath mutter could be heard only by the speaker, though he was in no condition to understand his own hissed voice:
"They are here, Master, they are here, why have we been disturbed, the dead must have rest, there are invaders, Master, invaders once again."

North Calaveras

10-11-2008, 07:02

OCC: Can someone give me a rough up to speed information, im back ^^ " clone voices echo.

Greal

10-11-2008, 07:16

OOC: The Danaverians defeated the allied forces at Havalia with a new weapon, so now the Coalition is on defensive. Nothing much has happened, besides one of Xiscapia's characters has been captured by the Danaversians, and everyone else to planning a rescue except for me. (Alversia and I are fighting a war of attrition.)

North Calaveras

10-11-2008, 07:22

OCC: anything happen to my forces?

Greal

10-11-2008, 07:26

OOC: As far as I know, nothing. The Danaversians are planning to strike Pamp, Miller, and I think Nova Max.

Alversia

10-11-2008, 08:53

The Danaversians moved forward from their landing zone, watching the curious bodies with some trepidation. The Danaversians were warriors and loved a fight as good as the next. But these looked like they had been torn to pieces, more than they had ever seen before. It made them nervous, that and the fact that there were no sounds at all, no signs of life amongst the trees or forests. Nevertheless, they pressed on.

Elixir

"If you think so," Nathan replied, turning away. He was already stocked up and stood with the Setulan Team, preparing for the landing down to the surface. The Danaversians would detect the activity but hopefully, they would dismiss it as nothing. Hopefully.

Chloe stood and brought Yoki to a locker. She opened it to reveal every kind of weapon imaginable. From knives to pistols to shotguns to machine guns to rocket launchers,
"Take your pick," Chloe said sheepishly, "We're kinda hoarders when it comes to this kind of stuff."

Greali Space

A fleet of 300 warships entered Greali Space from the Danaversian Empire. They may have lost 10 in their previous attack but now they were striking into the heart of the Greali Empire. They had no specific target, for they more like a fighter sweep, designed to draw the Opposing Imperial Navy into Space or allow itself to be hit in orbit. And they were only the right flank of the three pronged attack. For there were 200 ships in the centre and 200 on the other flank as well. 700 warships entering Greali Space, daring someone to engage them in battle. This time there would be no defence platforms, no planetary assistance. This would be warship on warship in the depth of space.

Greal

10-11-2008, 09:17

Nova Reginix

All the admirals were concerned over this latest show of aggression from the Danaversian empire. Seven hundred ships were entering Greali Sector 32. Sector 32's only importance was a gas giant orbiting a large star. Some admirals wanted to attack the enemy fleet head on, while others advised caution, saying that the Danaversians could destroy the Greali fleet in a head on battle, due to their new weapons. The admirals compromised on sending a cloaked recon scout to check out what exactly they were dealing with. Meanwhile, several hundred naval ships were assembled in case. The FTL field was on again.

Xiscapia

10-11-2008, 13:47

As the Danaversians moved onward towards the structure they would encounter more corpses, at least half a dozen races of varying sizes and types, from human-like to ape to insect-like to aquariun to reptilian. All wore dirtied, scratched and dented chrome armor, and in this part of the forest there was several dozen of them. Ahead there was a small field, and more bodies littered the ground of the same kind, all apparently having been killed by blaster fire or grenades. On the other side of the field a small military base could be seen, with crumbling buildings and smashed windows. Dotting the area were the burned-out remains of battlecars (http://www.crpg.ru/sections/269/rocket_tank.jpg), medium tanks (http://www.3drt.com/3dm/hov-tanks/tank-hover-07-01.jpg), and APCs (http://www.geocities.com/skynet6000/apc1.jpg). Some were twisted and smashed where rockets or mines had detonated, but others were apparently undamaged, doors or hatches sprayed with blood from the crew for some reason. The same silence prevailed over the field of the dead, and it was evident the Danaversians would have to move though the bodies and the base to get to the temple.

Elixer of Life...
Yoki swiftly picked out several weapons: Two knives, one in an ankle sheath, on on her belt, a second pistol, two fragmentation grenades and a small, rapid-fire blaster. "What's our ETA?"

Setulan

10-11-2008, 21:17

OOC: And one of my poor, lightly defended colonies.
IC:

Elixer

The team just watched as Yoki selected weapons. A few of them looked at the weapons cache with no small amount of interest and wondered if there might be an exchange or too in the making.

But that was for after the killing.

Alversia

10-11-2008, 21:24

"We're here now," A quick flash of light and the team were down in a clearing in the forest.

The Danaversians moved through the bodies with some trepidation some muttering prayers as they moved. They were edgy and nervous at the sight of the ruins. What the hell had done this?

Greali Space

The Danaversian fleet, 700 ships strong, were coming together now. They had invaded on seperate Axis but now they intended to close together and prey on the shipping in the area, merchant, tourist or military, they were going to get it and destroy it. The Danaversian Empire had set up shop in Greali Space.

Xiscapia

10-11-2008, 22:48

The Danaversians would move though the area the full scope of whatever had happened here would become apparent. There were at least three hundred corpses lying about, armor slowly rusting, skin and flesh decaying as exposed bones began to bleach in the sun. All appeared to be wearing the same basic uniform, chrome metal over a black bodysuit, and many could be seen with small insignia (http://s212.photobucket.com/albums/cc317/Xiscapia/?action=view&current=AIWCrest3.jpg) on the shoulder. The vehicles, though their paint was faded and chipped, seemed to have been light blue, and these too bore the crest. Whatever had killed them, it had taken no visible casualties, and the dead bore a wide array of wounds: Blunt force, slicing, what appeared to be teeth marks, blaster burns, shrapnel injuries, and others. They were outside the temple now, where, at the side just beside the gaping doorway, a small pile of the soldiers was lying, crumpled without a mark on them, apparently having attempted to make it to the temple to escape from...what?
Above the entrance was an etched statement:
Nếu bạn nhập vào đây
Tháng năm chúng nuốt tim của bạn

Clearing...
Knives in their sheaths and pistols in holsters, Yoki hefted the blaster, scanning the area for threats or enemies. There were none, but at the edge, near the trees, was the twisted remains of a battlecar, empty but with dried blood splattered across the controls, seats and windows. It appeared to have been ravaged by some animal force, armor torn in jagged rips, paint almost entirely absent, having been stripped away. The hush of the landscape was evident all around them, smothering, the kind of muteness one gets when noise is blasphemy, when people move quietly and speaking in whispers for no obvious reason. No animals peered at them from the underbrush, and despite the healthy greenery surrounding the team, the clearing seemed dead and lifeless.

Setulan

11-11-2008, 00:13

Clearing

Myers and the team immediately set out to form a perimeter, braced for anything...but nothing came. The group looked around cautiously. Finally, Myers beckoned Mickens forward.
"Take point. Donals, go with him." He said it softly-the strange environment was getting to him. "Brierson, Mah, rearguard. Move, sergeants!" The selected soldiers split off right away, with Pfanstiel staying in the middle of the formation with his K-666. Myers shot Nathan a glance.
"Hope you don't mind. This place is giving me the shivers."
By Yoki, Pfanstiel was muttering to himself, and the Kitsune, with her hearing, couldn't miss it.
"Not right...Somethings not right..."

Alversia

11-11-2008, 01:43

The Danaversian troops, a thirty strong party, continued to move through the dead and decaying bodies of whoever had been here first. They were crossing themselves and muttering words of prayer as they picked their way through the corpses and wreckage. Only one being within the party seemed unaffected by the scene of devastation and that was Coax. He stood in the middle of the party and looked with scorn upon his own Comrades,
"The mighty Warriors of Danaversia scared of a few bodies," his voice dripped with sarcasm, "May I suggest that we return to the ships? I'm sure I can explain to the Salamandae how we came back with nothing? His warriors were scared off by a burned car perhaps?"
The warriors growled at this statement, wishing they could continue their tradition and kill him here for insulting their honour. But no, they could not. The worm had more power than they could ever dream of. They had to do as he commanded and he commanded them to move into this place and carry out this dead.

Landing Sight

"No, you're right," Nathan replied to Myers, weapon at the ready, scanning the treetops for signs of life. There was nothing at all. It was like someone had pressed Nature's mute button, "This place is giving me the creeps as well."

Meanwhile, Chloe stood in the centre of the group, ears perked in forlorn hope, tail swishing unhappily at the silence,
"Not even a birdsong," She said quietly to herself, "This planet is cursed." She suddenly decided, fear appearing in her eyes, "This planet is cursed by Qonn himself." She began to mutter a prayer in Xiscapian, beseeching Qonn's protection.

Xiscapia

11-11-2008, 02:17

"What is it?" Yoki asked Pfanstiel quietly, as if afraid of breaking the hush. She sensed it too, and it wasn't just the mercenaries prayer that she could hear,
"Phải, ngươi ta đi bộ qua các thung lũng của bóng sự chết,
She thought she could hear something, between the voices and sound of metal scraping together...
tôi sẽ không sợ hãi điều ác; cho ngươi với tôi;
The soft step of a stealthy foot on the ground...
Thy và cây gậy ngươi nhân viên, chúng-
With a blurr of motion that no human eye could follow, Yoki had spun, weapon raised, and shouted:
"Ngưng anh em!"

Less than a meter away from the Setulanite soldier Mah, a figure dropped easily from the tree, sword in hand, not flinching as the entire party turned to bring their extensive collection of weaponry onto him. "Đau đớn, em gái," he bowed. "Apologies." It was quite clearly a kitsune, Homo Vulpes, wearing a body glove with what appeared to be segments of both XIN Marine armor and the strange chrome armor from the dead strapped over it. Aside from the sword he was unarmed, but his yellow eyes were wide, pupils dilated unnaturally large, and the orange fur on his ears and tail, though well-kept and groomed, was slightly poofed, indicating he had been surprised or scared recently. He appeared to have no hair on his head, ears sticking out blatantly, and these twitched as his tail flicked anxiously from side to side and he watched the group watch him.

"I know what you're here for." He said softly. "I know what they're there for. They must die."
"Who are you?" Yoki demanded, weapon still firmly aimed at him.
A razor-sharp smile. "I am a native, the only one, as it were. They are not welcome here. And neither," his eyes became wider, if that was possible, glinting with madness, "are you. Come!" This last word was almost a shout. "There is much to be done, and so little time to do it in. Soon, soon..." The grin stayed affixed to his face, eyes glazing, and in one move he sheathed his blade. "They must die."

Temple...
Once the Danaversians had proceeded a few steps into the temple, it became as black as space, the light somehow not penetrating far into the structure. The walls, as could be seen when the flashlights were activated, were covered in carvings, what appeared to be kitsune warriors in silver armor. Sometimes they did battle against soldiers in gold, sometimes they looked to be patrolling, sometimes standing guard, even present at what appeared to be ceremonies. After a few meters they would come upon more bodies, but these were skeletons in rusted, dented silver armor, lying against walls or on the floor with tanto swords and pikes. Long dead kitsune warriors, judging by the smashed skulls and cracked bones, killed in battle.

Among them were remains of much larger soldiers in gold armor, with large, circular shields and vicious looking swords. Tattered, decaying remains of red robes crumbled into dust at the slightest wind, exposing crushed ribcages, pelvises and the occasional upper torso missing the skull or lower half. In some areas there was only one or two dead, in others the ground was saturated with them, battle long since done. It was cool and dry in the halls, and the ceiling was a comfortable five meters high, and though there were no lights, small pockets carved on the walls indicated where crystals had probably once shone. And still, there was no noise but for the breathing, clanking and muttering of the Danaversian soldiers as they proceeded down the long, dark corridors of an ancient civilization, forgotten by the galaxy.

North Calaveras

11-11-2008, 04:57

Calaveras( Were calling it Calaveras now, no more Celestis crap ^^)

Kash sat in his command room, the long white table layed before him like a slab of synthetic marbel. There were multiple holograms up, displaying news on the war, fleet placements and other vital information that he needed for his regime to stay in power. These Danaversians were getting on his nerves the Allies had already suffered a defeat and his forces hadn't been really involved with the battles.

Kash spoke to KABAL " Pull our fleets back, five Observers to Pamp and five to Calaveras. I want a universal curfew at 5:00, any citizen caught outside will be shot on site... commence phone and video survelliance, I want to know if they have any spies on Calaveras or Pamp. Send a message to the Allies informing them of our isolation from the Danaversians, they can ask for our help if needed."

Kabal replied " Yes sir, encrypting message to Xiscapian military leaders."

Greal

11-11-2008, 08:49

Greali Space

The Danaversian fleet, 700 ships strong, were coming together now. They had invaded on seperate Axis but now they intended to close together and prey on the shipping in the area, merchant, tourist or military, they were going to get it and destroy it. The Danaversian Empire had set up shop in Greali Space.

The recon scout ship, cloaked, safely began checking for any beetle ships before reporting back. If Greal was fighting the Danaversian ships, then they have to make sure there were no other ships that caused the coalition defeat.

Alversia

11-11-2008, 13:18

The Danaversians saw the bodies on the ground of the temple, and they were more edgey now than earlier. They stepped over the bodies and tried to keep away from the skeletons. This place was creeping them out. Coax alone seemed unconcerned as he moved forward.

Clearing

Nathan turned to face the strange Kitsune and sighed, lifting his weapon out of the way,
"The Enemy of my enemy eh?" he looked from one to the other, "I guess we have to follow you eh?"

Chloe was still whispering to herself in Xiscapian, upset by the lack of sound. It was a surreal experience,
"What happened here?"

Greywatch

11-11-2008, 16:24

OOC: How much time has gone by, ICly?

Alversia

11-11-2008, 16:33

OOC: How much time has gone by, ICly?

OOC: Only a few days, a week at most.

Greywatch

11-11-2008, 16:43

Ministry of War, three hours after battle:

“Do you know why you’re here?” Said an old man. He was seated at the opposite end of the room as the person he was talking to. The only other person in the room was a young woman, Amara Bay, otherwise known as the captain of the Whispers of Remorse.
“I’m fully aware, sir.”
“Would you care to state the reason?”
“I am here to address the failure, my failure in the skirmish in which Greywatch came to aid several alien species, a few of which we’d seen before.”
“Correct. Would you kindly review what happened?”
“We met up at a gathering point, exchanged a few words, and then went to battle. A few moments into the battle things went downhill and we were forced to retreat.”
The man waved his hand, bringing up a hologram video of what had happened. It was from several ships’ external cameras, which capture much of the battle.
“Is this what happened?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have an explanation?”
“We went in, the aliens we were supposed to fight had allies. These allies use weapons we’d not seen before and weren’t expecting. Before we knew it, the entire force was in shambles.”
“Can you restate the losses?”
“17 Fireflies, 5 Star Shadows, 2 Rabble-Rousers… 4 Powerbrokers, 4 Farseers, and 7 Plows.”
“And the death toll?”
“1700… 2000… 800… 1200… 600… 700…” she muttered, “The casualty number would be at least 7000.” Her expression didn’t change as she said this, she remained unreadable and emotionless.
“Do you feel anything for the fallen?”
“I’m sorry they died, but I refuse to mourn their losses now. I will do that after their killers pay.”
“I see.”
“My emotional state is well intact, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
“Very well, but even still, I do not see any reason for you to immediately return to active duty.”
Amara closed her eyes, “I understand.”
“For the time being I would like you to stay at your apartment. I will review this case with the others and we will come to a conclusion of what actions will then be taken.”
“Understood.”
“The primary hearing is now over. You may now leave.”

Amara’s Apartment, one hour later:

The door opened quickly and Amara entered, bag in hand, and quickly headed to her room. Her bag went flying over the bed and hit the ground with a thud; she fell onto her bed with a muffled thump soon after, laying face down.
“I’m going to assume it didn’t go so well.” A Xarniosi entered her room and sat down in a chair next to her bed.
“Charles, not now please.”
“You always say that when things go wrong.”
“That’s because I like to forget about stuff like this.”
“Not the best way of handling a situation, I’m sure you’re aware.”
“Ugh, they took me off active duty… I’m going to have a lot of free time.”
“Sounds like a good thing. Most officers would probably kill for that. Plus, now you can do that shopping.”
“Shopping?”
“You wanted some new clothes a few days ago.”
“Yeah, not feeling the whole shopping thing anymore.”
“I’m going to assume it something to do with the dead?”
“No. Yes. Dammit, I don’t fucking know.”
“Calm down. I’m telling you that talking about it would help.”
“I hate feeling emotions like this.”
“You mean you hate being human?”
“Maybe.”
“Such an odd species. Very well, I’ll leave you to your business.”
“That’s unlike you.”
“Well, the ceremony will be starting soon.”
“Ceremony?”
“Greywatch just went to war in support of its allies and had its ass handed to it, no disrespect. We’ve lost thousands of good men and women in the process, not to mention a lot of expensive ships. Families were notified as soon as you got back and now the Council and the Ministry of War are going to be making an address today that’s going out to all planets.”
“I don’t feel like being reminded of this,” The Xarniosi reached down and picked her up. “Wha- dammit! Charles, put me down.”
“Time for you to accept this. We’re watching the address and the ceremony whether you like it or not.”

Hydra’s Bastion, two days later:

“Amazing, people are already back to work. Fields are full of soldiers training; ships are being readied for the second round…” The man saying these surprised words was none other than Redemption, the Council’s favorite mercenary. Armed with a pair of binoculars, he watched as soldiers trained tirelessly in the brown and gray rocky fields of Greywatch Prime’s first moon. Next to him was his wife, Leona, current Head Warrior Priestess of the Leanorian forces. “Well, they are human.” She said with a smile.
“What’s that gotta do with it?”
“Well, like the Leanorians, humans are like the children of the Elden. They share the same will to fight for what they believe in.”
“Meh, maybe. Wait, why are you here?”
“I’m one of the Leanorian military commanders; I had to make a speech. Don’t tell me you weren’t there…”
“I just got in today. You know I’m a merc now, I only get called in when they need me.”
“So why are you here?”
“To train some teams and offer some ships.”
“I thought you only had one ship.”
“I did have one ship; that got changed, however. I bought a few, stole a few…”
“Perhaps you should consider visiting home a little more often with all that spare time you seem to have. You and I both know you don’t get that many jobs.”
Red laughed and stood up, “Right. I’ll be sure to stay with you if I’m not busy. Though, can you keep your dad from killing me? I think he has a grudge against me or something…”
“Yeah, I’ll talk to him about th-” A messenger interrupted the conversation. It wasn’t a Drone, like the two had expected, but a typical soldier dressed in some speed armor. “Mr. Redemption, your talents are required on the practice fields. Mrs. Leona, you are needed in tactical command.” With the delivery of the message, the figure was gone. With a final nod to one another, the two went to where they were needed.

Forbidden Ministry, unknown location, same day:

“So, what have we learned?”
“Plenty, master Shadow. The weapon that was used to disable the ships of our allies was EMP based. An interesting form of technology; last we check, Greywatch already had all ships formatted against such weapons.”
“That is not my concern, what I wish to know is do we have a defense against it?”
“Indeed, our ship was apparently the only one that was completely unaffected. I figure it must be the special nature of our hull and internal systems.”
“Very good. Can we possibly upgrade the Greywatch ships to be as resilient?”
“Given the time, yes.”
“Good, and how is our own precious ship?”
“Its size has increased by a good 50% and its Cryptic abilities are sharpening.”
“Excellent, I never expected this to be so effective. How is the captain of out new vessel?”
“He is beginning to bond with it, master. He has already ascended to level 2. I won’t be long before he and the ship become one single entity.”
“Begin preparations. I want two more ships as soon as possible.”
“I will make it so.”
“Also, begin mobilizing the Ministry. Any research we have that could help Greywatch in its next assault, forward it to them.”
“I will make it so, master.”
“Excellent, dismissed.”

Hydra’s Bastion, Near Docks, one day later:

The docks were in a flurry of activity; technicians, engineers, soldiers… all rushing from place to place, getting ready for battle. Many of them were going to be aboard the Worldslayers, two of them, fully loaded and prepared for battle. The two behemoths hung in the sky, clear as day, one of them being a PAC the other a FPC. A single man watched from the windows of the command center as rows upon rows of infantry and vehicles loaded into transports which then flew upwards and docked inside the PAC overhead. The FPC sat not too far away from its sister; thousands of fighters flew into it and began docking. “Admiral Hawk,” said Leona, entering the room dressed in a white commander’s uniform. The Admiral turned, “You look good in Greywatch military garb. I’m surprise you don’t wear it more often.” Leona ignored the comment and looked outside, “So it is true, two Worldslayers…. Is that really necessary? All those men and women…” Hawk placed his hand on her shoulder, “We decided that they’d best be left on standby, but in case they are needed, we want everything ready for action.” Leona looked at the hundreds of transports flying upwards into the open maws of the PAC overhead, “A Planetary Assault Carrier, correct?” Hawk smiled, “Ah, yes. You’ve never seen these ships in person, have you? Impressive isn’t it?” Leona gaped at the ship, “Actually, I have. This seems a little… over excessive. Don’t you think? That thing is massive. Are you really intending to use it?” Hawk nodded, “If the Alversians give the green light, we will. These Danaversians play rough; it’s time to show them what power really is. Other ships are already being modified and prepared for battle, hopefully, it’ll be enough.” Leona sighed, “I hate having to rely on them so much.” Hawk closed his eyes in agreement, “It is a shame… but the Forbidden Ministry always finds a way. Their ship was the only one that survived hits from that special weapon and survived.” Leona thought for moment before finally asking, “About that. What’re we intending to do about the FM’s new toy? You and I both know it’s dangerous for them to have that kind of power.” Hawk sighed, “We have a few ops going on. That’s about all I can say. But onto a different subject, are you ready for your next set of orders?” Leona lifted an eyebrow, “Sir?” Hawk smiled, “You’ll be on the PAC. Assuming it’s needed, you’ll have a Platoon to yourself. These aren’t my orders; I just got the message an hour ago. Is that understood?” Leona nodded, “Yes sir. I’ll begin packing up now. When do we get the official leaving order?” Hawk smiled, “Ms. Bay was sure to leave the Alversians with our contact information. When they need us, I assume they’ll call us.” Leona nodded and bowed before leaving, leaving Hawk to watch as everything came together.

Inter-Union

11-11-2008, 17:43

Naritar looked at the Emperor, his glowing eyes from the suit fixed on the smaller Emperor, yet both equal in presence and experience. Smiling underneath the armor, Naritar nodded. This Emperor was no fool, he knew. But then, he didn't know how the Union fought war. How it was able to get to where it was today. He began to speak as he focused on the Emperor. "Those are good questions, Emperor Foxfire. Why should we help you, in a war that does not directly threaten our borders? That does not even concern us really. Well, as both Aeisha and Helios have said, if we allow you to fall, we will be next in the path of conquest. We are taking measures to insure our safety in the future, although we may not be threatened now.

Furthermore, the cost of lives, while high for us, will not be as bad as it will be for you. The only warriors that are Nethil are the Psi-Knights, whom command the armies and ships, and that is it. Most of our ground forces, fighters, and everything else are run by robotic systems or constructs. Our armies are robots, whom we manufacture from our great factories. We sacrifice quality for quantity, that is true, but we seek to overwhelm our enemies with enemies whom they cannot reason with, whom they can destroy with impunity but will do little in the end. For it is we whom have the resolve and it is hard to kill enough of us to hit our resolve, since most of our population remains out of the military."

He turned to gaze at all three Xiscapians. "We can bear the brunt of the war, in fact, I suggest that if we hit any ground targets, that you let my forces go in first. My robotic warriors can wear down the Danaversians and save tons of lives this way. So, to answer your question, yes we are ready to risk our lives. If not for the reasons stated, than because Helios, protector of all, has seen what good you can do and seeks to protect that good. And if only because he wills it, we will fight for you and aid you in this war."

Xiscapia

12-11-2008, 00:21

World of Pamp, City Fifteen...
"Contact the World Leader, highest encryption level."
"Your will be done, General Caedo."
He didn't even know why he bothered; it's not like an interception of the message would tell anyone anything they didn't already know. But protocol in this hellish military on this blasted rock had to be maintained, because without order what would he be? Just another kitsune surrounded by hostiles. Not so long ago, General Caedo of Xiscapia had been sent to Celestis, now known as Calaveras, to assist the Calaverians in their war against the Intergalactic Empire of Greal. He had been given command of a large part of the military, and send with the Great Leader's, now the World Leader, blessing.

He had effectively destroyed or captured the entire Greali defending force within hours with the ships and soldiers under his command, securing the planet of 1.4 billion beings for Calaverias. He had been allowed a degree of control here, the World Leader was more comfortable with him than an official Overseer, and indeed the Xiscapian General ruled Pamp. His elaborate fortress stronghold, a vast monolith that towered above all buildings, was situated in City 15, the capitol. Sadly, he reflected, the Calaverians did not have a very good knack for creative names. However, he controlled the entire defence force, many thousands of GOU, dozens of fighting vehicles, and the Observer capital ships in orbit.
But he knew they would not be enough.

As he came on-screen in the quarters of the fascist dictator of the Communist state himself, he bowed in typical Xiscapian fashion. "World Leader." He said respectfully as way of address. The kitsune had the standard rust-colored ears and white-tipped tail and yellow eyes, but his hair was like obsidian in hue and his skin was sallow in the bright light of his office. His expression and general demeanor gave off the sense that he was restraining himself, with difficulty, from killing you, and he was dressed in simple white clothing, with only a insignia on his breast indicating his rank. The Xiscapian flatly refused to wear GOU armor, taking even regular uniform over the faceless suits.

Terracropolis, Temple...
After some time the Danaversian platoon would find their way blocked by four objects, eight feet in height. Kitsune Hoplite warriors (http://mech-maker.deviantart.com/art/Hoplite-75959457), statues made of stone, stood in an eternal vigil, shield in one hand, a pike in the other, tanto sword in their belt. The four were positioned directly in the path of the party, faceless soldiers blocking any continuation of the same direction, and there was no alternate tunnels to be taken, though the hall could be seen to continue onward behind them. The helmets, despite not showing any eyes in the darkness, seemed to be sternly watching the aliens.

Terracropolis, Clearing...
"They came, they disturbed us, they met their fate." The Xiscapian hissed, gesturing violently with his arm. His words were uttered with a fierce finality, and, despite his answer, he seemed to take no truly conscious notice of who he was addressing.

Xiscapia, Rio Casa, Imperial Palace...
Sor noticed Naritar referred to lives in 'tons' rather than 'millions', as if life was a comity that could be bought and sold, like grain or steel. The Emperor smiled mildly, though, nodding once, solemnly. "You and your robotic armies will be of great use to us; we suspect the Danaversians posses a larger army than perhaps all of the Coalition combined. At the moment, our forces are stretched thin; many of us barely have enough ships and troops to patrol and defend our own territories, never mind combat an offensive. Your ground units, unlike ours, are expendable; easily replaced." The ruler looked to the two present military commanders. "Admiral, Major General?"

Genko sighed. "I, and my comrade agrees with me," Sor nodded, "believe that the Danaversians will make a counterattack to our recent assault on Havalia very soon. It is in our opinion that the forces of the Inter-Union should be on call for when the strike does come, for it will be spread across Coalition space, and I doubt we will have the manpower to counter it all. Even if we lose, the Danaversians musn't be allowed to take a mile of space or an inch of ground without suffering casualties. If we can repel them from any one area, so much the better."

Alversia

12-11-2008, 00:40

Temple

"I don't care what you have to do, you cowards!" Coax yelled at the Danaversian party with him who seemed to have lost all of their suicidal courage in the face of the seemingly supernatural beings. They looked like the one they had had on the station, the one they had bid for in the auction and not one. Her. Yet these were much more imposing. Were all males in this race like these soldiers? If they were, then the Danaversians dreaded the day they landed on the homeland of these peoples, for land on it they would,
"Explosives!" Coax watched as a group of Danaversian Engineers, if there were such things, set the explosives at the feet of the warriors,
soon he would have what he needed to complete the puzzle and this war would end.

Coax was not a regular Danaversian and, unlike his comrades, he knew that the Coalition would eventually find a counter to their EMP weapons. The damn Cats already had a defence, perhaps from a previous encounter and no doubt would be sharing that information amongst their friends now. He hated them with such a passion. He had spent hours in the brig of the Danaversian station, watching their long Prisoner wreath in pain as her fur and flesh burned. His favourite moments had been at the end though, just watching her struggle to breath was like a wonderful dream to him. He had only wished he could have kept her, watch the light flicker out slowly and painfully, for that was what all their species deserved and he was gonna make sure they got it.

Clearing

"Ah...ha," Nathan frowned at the reply but said nothing. If the lad was one marble short of a full set, then that was none of his business. Obviously someone on this planet had gotten rather nasty with their guests and whipped the weapons out for a quick slaughter.
The fact there were only one set of corpses laying did not disturb him. It was traditional for a victor to bury their dead and leave the defeated to rot in the sun. What annoyed him was the lack of noise...any noise...even the sound of a monkey farting would add some blessed relief to the silence. It was like being back in the APN Library. Christ, that had been a dull room!

"You said that these...chaps," he could think of no other term for the group, as they were too varied to generalise, "disturbed 'we'? I guess that means more of you?" Nathan was curious now, if there was a colony of Kitsune here, then how had the Xiscapian Empire not caught wind of it? They were close enough to send an Ambassador and Survey ship to investigate yet there was not a cheep from the planet. Nothing. Might as well not be here.

Nathaniel T. Barnes could die on an unknown planet to an unknown enemy. But since when had that ever bothered him?

Chloe was much more distressed by the silence. She was fingering the trigger-guard of her rifle nervously, twisting this way and that in the hope that her top ears would pick up something. They found nothing. She suddenly found her breathing heavier, and sweat began to prick at her forehead. Qonndamit but this was so unnatural! She knew Qonn had cursed this place and she wanted nothing more than to leave the Danaversians to it. But fear of being alone spurred her on. That was what she told herself.

In truth, it wass because Chloe never liked to admit fear. She may feel it everyday but she woud not admit it. She could not. She had to be brave and to put a brave face on everything, a facade so that people would assume that she had always been tough and adaptable. She could never let them know about her past. That past that Nathan held on to, death his only confident. He would never forget that first meeting and neither would she. She could remember it even now. Laughter...chains...
She snapped herself out of it. She had to focus! On what though, she did not know yet. She hoped it was Danaversians. She prayed it was only Danaversians.

Setulan

12-11-2008, 03:39

Outpost

Despite jumping out of their skins when the Xiscapian landed next to Mah and almost blowing it away with a barage of shots, the Setulans recovered admirably enough, attempting to get back into the mission mindset. They followed the crazy Kitsune silently.
Next to Yoki, Pfanstiel growled deep in his throat.
"It's just...not natural. At all. I am going to die here." He said it flatly, calmly, a man who had accepted his fate and planned to take as many of the foe down with him as he could. He shifted his assault weapon slightly, getting a more comfortable grip on his trigger guard. He shook his head again.
"I've seen combat. Seen death. Watched my best friend have his face turned to jelly...but nothin like this."
In the middle of the formation, Mah turned to Nathan.
"This Kitsune is batshit insane, man. Off his fucking rocker."
Farther back, Myers noticed Chloe starting to sweat, then try to steel herself, and then quaver a bit before firming up. He had been a sergeant for years, and talking to shaky troops was one of his primary jobs. He fell back beside her and, still scanning the trees and surrounding terrain with his rifle at the low ready, he asked her casually,
"You hanging in back here?" He shot her a quick grin before resuming his scan of the countryside.

ooc: sorry for the late reply yall, I thought my message had posted yesterday but Jolt ate it...

North Calaveras

12-11-2008, 03:40

OCC: IM not a fascist.....

Kash saw the Kitsune general, he liked this one. He preffered military men in power rather than the damn overseers, always getting in his way. " General Caedo, Were pulling our forces back to Pamp and Calaveras to reinforce them. General I need you to prepare Pamp from a Danaversian attack, I want GTO(ground to Orbit) weapons installed by your enginneers, I need defensive emplacements and trenchs" He said, he knew trenches were old fashion, but against an enemy like the Danaversians, they could prove to be killing zones, with there razor sharp Tritanium barbed wire emplacements, backed up by the new GOU War-Path Phased plasma rifles.

Xiscapia

12-11-2008, 04:32

Temple...
The blast of explosives temporarily plunged the party into inky darkness as a great cloud of dust rose and smothered their flashlights, choking them, ears ringing in the confines of the tunnel, blind and deaf. When it had all cleared and their wits had gathered again it would become evident that the middle two statues had been destroyed, with only bits of rubble on the floor. The two outer ones, however, remained untouched, not even cracked, and as the platoon passed though the still monoliths somehow radiated an ominous air of watchfulness. The next section of tunnel was a black as the others.

As they continued, every Danaversian but Coax would hear a dark whispering on the edge of hearing in some tongue not known to them:
Đến gần hơn

Đến gần hơn

Lớn hay nhỏ, bạn sẽ ngã

Đáp ứng của bạn với số phận của bạn đầu lên cao

Không ai sẽ sống sót trong cơn giận của chúng tôi bloodlust

Come Screaming và khóc cho chúng tôi.*
Clearing...
"Ah," the kitsune laughed madly, "what are we all but a system of exploding chemicals and firing neurons, a natural process that has named itself 'I'? Can we not be I, and I we? But there is only me and the dead, no one here, no one here at all..." He grinned, and, without another word turned and began to walk out across the clearing, in the direction of the temple.

Yoki looked edgewise at Pfanstiel. "Don't talk foolish, they're only Danaversians. This team easily equals a company of them, I'm not inclined to believe you'll die here. Thinking of your death will only bring it about sooner." She began to follow the Xiscapian, but intentionally kept close to the Setulanite. She didn't want to be responsible for him going off and trying to do something 'heroic' because he'd thought he'd reached the end of the line...

Pamp...
OOC: To him you are.
IC:
Caedo hesitated, but only for a moment. "World Leader, that is precisely what I wanted to speak to you about. While more troops and ships are always good, I do not believe Pamp will be able to hold out against a Danaversian attack. If every Observer and GOU available was concentrated here, maybe, but as it is this world will inevitably fall if they make an assault. We simply do not possess enough ships or fighters to combat them. I will do my best to prepare my men and the local militia for ground fighting, and construct defences, but in the end I think these are futile gestures. If Pamp is to survive an attack, we need more Observers, more fighters, more troops, more armor, more of everything. Otherwise, we might be able to hurt them, but we won't be able to prevent them from taking this planet."

Caedo knew he was relatively safe: The World Leader was all the way out at Calaverias, and Caedo's troops were at least loyal enough to him not to try to kill him to gain his rank. But if the Danaversians were to attack, or if the World Leader took offense to his suggestions or decided he didn't like an alien leading one of his armies, it would be all over for the kitsune. One was bound to happen, the only question was, which? Caedo was convinced if Calaverias returned to her former glory, with millions of GOU, millions of Probe fighters and dozens of Observers, they would be able to fight the Danaversians. But at the moment, all they could do was fight defensively, and if it came to a siege...
Well, Qonn help them.

OOC:*
Come closer
Come closer
Meet your fate with your head up tall
Large or small you shall fall
Come screaming and crying to us
None will survive the fury of our bloodlust

North Calaveras

12-11-2008, 04:40

OCC: sticks tounge out at fox boy

Kash knew the Kitsune was honorable and probably wouldn't screw him. " Alright Commander, give your exact details to KABAL."

A hologram popped up in front of Caedo, it was a human eye. It had a deep and echoing voice(think goa'uld) " Hello I am the goverment A.I KABAL, I reqiure the list of neccesarry forces you demand to send to Pamp. This can range from minor assistance to all availible forces. Please instruct to me as to what you would like commander." The floating grey eye of KABAL stared at Caedo.

Greal

12-11-2008, 07:11

OOC: Alversia, my recon scout is seeing if there are any of those brown ships there. Are there?

Alversia

12-11-2008, 10:33

OOC: Greal, there are no Boolean ships. And they're not brown, they're black.

Corridor

Coax could hear the mumbling but he dismissed it immediately as his imagination. He was dreaming of voice when he should have been focusing. Coax had given his life to the Danaversian Empire and soon he would see his dreams fufilled.

Clearing

"Aren't we all insane to take on two warships full of troops without support?" Nathan replied to Mah with a grin, though when he heard Kalan's answer, he turned back to the Setulan and nodded,
"I agree though. He' does seem to have lost a few screws on his travels."
He continued to follow the Xiscapian, no idea where he was going or what he was going to do once he reached his destination. He only hoped that it was a small scout party the Danaversians had sent down and that he would be able to take then out with no problems. Then there would be the problem of the Barracuda's in space. But Nathan never thought that far ahead. He would worry about it when he got there.
"So tell me," he asked his Guide, "How did 'I and I' get here? A ship? Or did you walk?"

Chloe turned to face Myers, yellow eyes dilated with fear. She just couldn't help herself. She was embarressed by it but there was no way of hiding it. She was afraid of this place. It just had a really unnatural aura that she dispised, her tail swished side to side anxiously. She suddenly wished Nathan was beside her now, able to offer comfort just with his presence. For he was always calm, always confident and it was hard to panic by his side.
People thought that Chloe reeled in Nathan's wild-side, stopped him from getting killed but in truth she needed that wild side to give her purpose, to give her something to lean on. Not a day went by where Chloe didn't feel vulnerable, or alone. Nathan was more than just her Mercenary partner. He was her emotional rock as well,
She looked at Myers and offered a smile,
"I'm coping. It's just so...unnatural...it's creeping me out a little bit."

Setulan

12-11-2008, 17:29

Clearing...

Mah snorted.
"Yeah, that's a different kind of crazy. It's called USMC-You Signed the Motherfucking Contract."
Pfanstiel just shook his head at Yoki.
"It isn't the Danaversian's I'm worried about." With that, he fell silent, watchful eyes making sure he didn't get surprised again.

Myers nodded at the words, not really looking but hearing the fear anyway.
"If it makes you feel better, it's creeping all of us out just as much. Thing is, me, Mickens, Brierson...we've all been there and done it. Sure, the others have too, and no doubt you've been in a number of tight spots as well...but eight years of hell on earth, living day to day and being absolutely convinced you are going to die each morning...makes you jaded." He sighed.
"You get used to the feeling of impending death. But hell, if I've had it before, and I managed to survive." another grin at Chloe. "You can, too."
He figured he had done his good deed for the day by talking to her. Besides, he needed the Kitsune in fighting shape if they wanted a chance to get out in one piece. He was convinced that the only reason he and his team weren't on the "kill list" of the natives was because they had Kitsune with them.

Greywatch

12-11-2008, 22:29

Rally Point, Greywatch Space:

Red sat quietly in his ship's TCC, watching as multiple Greywatch ships dropped out of PSR and began getting into position. He was particularly interested by the appearance of a Worldslayer, "Glad to see we're finally getting serious." He looked to his tactical officer, "When do we leave?"
"We've been ordered to stay here until the Alversians contact us. Without their word, we can't move forward."
"Dammit, I hate working on other people's scheduals."
'We don't have a choce, we are in Greywatch's employ at the moment..."
"Yeah, yeah..."

FPC Hound, Training Room:

Leona had found her new orders a little suprising, she hadn't intended to be deployed but there wasn't much she could do. Instead of complaining, she'd decided that some training was in order. With a few soldiers, she started a skirmish simulation. Nothing fancy, just the typical ground battle involving tanks and enemy infantry. Her team of seven would be playing the attackers, going against fifty defenders set on medium difficulty. There would be the basic cover; bushes, rocks, craters, sandbags just for giggles, and the occassional tree. "Okay people, let's begin. SImulation in five, four...."

Greal

12-11-2008, 23:33

OOC: I'll put up a large post later today.

Xiscapia

13-11-2008, 00:57

Pamp...
Caedo sat back and closed his eyes, tail flicking unseen in agitation. "Space forces: All available Observers, and an additional fifty thousand Probe fighters. Ground forces: One hundred thousand Galactic Observation Units, with a team of Hunters with every ten thousand GOU, 4,000 Stalkers, 5,000 EOT, 60 Post Walkers, 500 Tomahawk Gunships, 100 TNDS, and the WASP unit. If any of the Coalition have any available forces to assist, we will need them too."
It was a tall order, and Caedo wasn't even sure if that would be enough, but he knew the World Leader would be able to fill it.

Temple...
Finally the tunnel opened up, a large open space could be sensed, but the flashlight beams were swallowed up by the blackness. The walls could have been mere feet away, or a mile, they had no way of knowing what the space beyond their light contained. Sounds seemed magnified, echoing, suggesting, at least, that there was an end to the void before them.

Clearing...
"A journey begins with a single step," the Xiscapian stepped lightly among the corpses in front of the temple, "your death ends with your last breath."

Yoki said nothing more to Pfanstiel; she didn't want to acknowledge that she, too, felt uneasy. Something was wrong here, but she couldn't put her finger on it, never mind the bodies and this apparently insane person they were following so trustfully. She watched him, moving gracefully without any signs of twitching or stumbling, and he seemed to notice her gaze. Their eyes locked and he winked once, so quickly she wasn't sure if he really had or not, and then he vanished into the temple, beckoning for the others to come with him.

North Calaveras

13-11-2008, 04:04

Greal

13-11-2008, 09:53

Bridge of Vista

The Greali naval forces were gathered. Combined, they numbered a total of six hundred and thirty three vessels. Ranging from the Superfortresses, the Vista and the Klackon, to small light escort ships. About little more then half of these vessels were from the Greali Navy. The rest of were all battlecruisers from Alvis corporation. One hundred more vessels from another security corporation was supposed to arrive, but since it was late, the Greali fleet would have to attack by itself. It was the largest force of Greali naval vessels ever gathered. It took nearly a week to organize, with Admiral Epson in charge. All Greali vessels were "borrowed" from the Coalition to serve their needs. The Greal planets were safe from any attack due to the FTL field running along with the new Repulsor fields also on. In case there was an attack, one hundred Alvis corporation vessels were placed in reserve.

"Are we ready for jumping?" asked Epson to captain Medunia. The whole crew was silent, doing their duty.

"Yes Admiral." she said. Medunia was looking at the recon footage on a hologram screen.

"Alert the fleet that we are ready for jumping. Count down from five."

Medunia nodded and began issuing the necessary orders for the job. Within a minute, all captains in the fleet were ready.

Epson picked up the communicator, so he could broadcast directly to the entire fleet. "You've trained for this. You're ready for this. Lets go fight and make the best we can." He could hear cheers from every ship in the area.

"Fleet is ready for jumping. Shield alert is now on."

"Start the clock."

The timer went from 5....4....3....2....1, then the entire naval force disappeared. One moment, there was a massive armada, the next there was nothing but the home fleet behind.

They jumped near enough to attack the enemy. They could see the vast Danaversian fleet ahead. The Greali fleet quickly moved into battle formation, box style. Tens of thousands of fighters poured out of the hangers into Space, to face their equally determined counterparts. Epson wasn't going to wait for the Danaversians to strike a blow first, the Greali had a very small quality advantage. Every weapon that was in range, fired, then fifteen thousand hellfire missiles were directed at the Danaversians.

All hell broke loose.

Alversia

13-11-2008, 11:39

Fifteen of the Danaversian Warships were destroyed by the initial volleys but the rest were absorbed by the shields of the fleet. The fleet consisted mostly of Barracuda's but there were also a variety of Marlins, the Danaversian super-warships and now these began to fire as well. They were firing even more than the Greali Fleet now, for the proportion of heavy warships to major warships was high. The Danaversian fleet were firing long range missiles as well as MAC rounds and phasers.
Meanwhile, thousands of Danaversian fighters left the fleet in a flood to join the Greali in the centre of the field. In the initial clash, most of the fighters destroyed were due to collisions as many could not manouver to avoid them. The battle was on.

Temple

"Lights!" Coax called, turning to two Danaversians who were carrying powerful flood lights on their backs. They quickly went to work setting them up at various intervals along the wall. Once they were satisifed, they flicked the switch to turn on the burning lights. Coax was so close now. So close he could taste it.

Clearing

"Ah well, into the dark we plunge," Nathan gripped his shotgun and headed into the darkness of the cave, "And I signed nothing," He called back to Mah, "I'm a Mercenary! I work for money!"

Chloe gave a sigh as she entered the darkness, it was not the darkness that worried her and, in fact, she actually welcomed it. For dark places were expected to be quiet. She turned to Yoki and offered a smile,
"Ever heard of this place?" She asked, trying to hide her own nerves.

Setulan

13-11-2008, 21:11

Myers sighed as he prepared to enter the darkness. At least in there were the Danaversians, and killing them would be a relief; at least he could actually fight that enemy. Not so much the feeling of doubt niggling in the back of his mind...

Xiscapia

14-11-2008, 02:33

Pamp...
Caedo opened his mouth, then shut it almost as quickly. He already had a second-in-command, but he was not about to push his luck by attempting to get the World Leader to change his mind on that point. He was, the Xiscapian reflected, blessed the man liked him so much; otherwise his request probably would have been refused. "The World Leader is most gracious," he murmured, inclining his head in thanks, though he knew the Kash clone cared only for the resources Pamp was pumping out, and not for the lives of his troops, the civilians inhabiting the planet or for Caedo himself. "I will begin fortifying Pamp immediately, and I shall contact you when the preparations are complete." The General cut the link, mind buzzing with strategies. There was so much to be done, but if the planet could possibly be defended, Caedo would do it.

Temple...
The large illuminating beams send the shadows scurrying, brightening the room beyond to the point that only the furthest corners were dark. It was a vast chamber, the ceiling dozens of meters above their heads, the space wide enough to comfortably hold a small house. Massive ornate statues, the same they had encountered in the corridor, lined both sides, silent and brooding in the harsh light. But what dominated the scene was a alter in the middle, a great cracked stone slab of granite, with strange writings on the sides, a thin layer of dust covering it. Scattered around it were a few more skeletons, some in silver armor, some in faded, decaying orange robes, lying sprawled in what looked to be some kind of last stand. All around the chamber there was the remains of the gold-armored warriors, at least two dozen all told, many of whom seemed to have died unusually violently, ripped apart.

But what drew the eye was a small object resting in the center of the altar. It was thick book, with gilded pages and what appeared to be a solid gold cover, with a simple engraving of an eye (http://www.ri-ra.org/eyeofprovidence.gif) on it, will what appeared to be the title above:
كتاب الموتى
Below these, however, there was a lock, with the hole strangely three-sided, triangular. This sealed the book tightly so it could not be read by he who did not possess the key, and indeed the text did not seem to have been disturbed for centuries, perhaps even Milena. Any other would have felt a quiet sense of awe to be in the presence of such ancient majesty.
But these were Danaversians...

Temple, near the enterence...
The Xiscapian became nearly invisible in the darkness, and as the party continued onward even the natural night-vision of the kitsune became frighteningly useless, Yoki and Chloe were made as blind as Nathan or the Setulanites. The bodies of the long dead soldiers would be found by them as lights were activated, but more telling was the path though the dust made by the Danaversians. Beside the mercenary, Yoki shuddered. "Above the door, at the entrance," she whispered, "did you see what it said?" Her voice betrayed her dread as she recited the words. "To all who enter here, may Bodom swallow your heart."

This was no light curse. In Xiscapian religion, Bodom was the King of the Underworld, a place of much suffering and despair, a huge kitsune who was said to have eyes like twin suns, and nine enormous tails, who dressed himself in the skin and hair of his victims and feasted upon the damned souls of that wretched place for all of eternity. Only the truly evil were condemned to everlasting torment there, and to bid the Dark God to swallow the heart of another was to damn them forever.

Alversia

14-11-2008, 02:48

The Danaversians were indeed overcome by awe. For about four seconds before Coax bellowed at them to continue working so they did. However, as the troops spread out to investigate the tunnel, their courage stiffened by the sudden influx of light, Coax picked up the book and looked at it. As he ran his hands across the cover he gave a sigh,
"It seems these Fox-Monkeys have quite a history. Pity we have to destroy them, they seem like such expert craftsmen." He was talking to no one but himself and if any looked to up enquire what he had said, Coax snapped at him to keep looking for anything that could lead to Guilda crystals. At least there was loot and Danaversians were already taking the smaller parts of golden armour and stuffing it into their own uniforms and armour, seeking to sell it later when they were sure they could sell it on. Coax would keep the book.

Tunnels

"Damnit!" Nathan sighed as the Kitsune vanished, "It's like chasing a ghost with a tail and half a brain. Hey! You!" he called into the tunnel, sure the Danaversians would be far enough ahead by now, for he recognised their stench, not to hear him,
"Come back, you useless Bastard! How can you lead us to our deaths if we can't see where we're going?"

If Yoki looked to her left, she would see that Chloe had dropped back to beside the Kitsune. She had read the inscription above the door and now the signs of real terror were obvious. Every step seemed like a lead weight, her rifle visibly trembled in her arms while her breath was sharp and ragged. She had her eyes closed as she moved forward, muttering quietly to herself,
"May the light guide and protect me," She uttered, "May the light guide and protect me, oh Qonn," the last statement was one of utter fear, "Oh Qonn, may the light guide and protect me."
It took a lot to make a Kitsune shiver and cower in fear, and Chloe expecially, but Bodom and a curse of his was more than enough. It was only Nathan that was stopping Chloe from fleeing the temple right now.

Setulan

14-11-2008, 04:09

Inside the Temple

Myers felt an unusual shiver go through his body as they entered the darkness. Unfortunately, he also overheard what Yoki said. He cursed, the sound muffled and deadened by the unnatural ambiance. He saw Chloe shaking in fear and shot Yoki a hard look, hoping she got the message-keep this girl together or we're all dead.
He pressed down on his chest armor and felt the amulet he wore around a chain push against his flesh, and he felt a little better. It was the amulet of Alvaras, Goddess of light and wisdom (and holy vengence, but all Gods had a dark side) according to Setulan pagan lore, which had taken root once again with the demise of the Emperor. He muttered a prayer, and hoped it would be enough.

Xiscapia

14-11-2008, 04:11

Unfortunately, Nathan was wildly incorrect about their distance from the Danaversians. Though it had taken the amphibious beings several minutes to reach the chamber, it appeared to have taken the strike team only a few paces, though their guide was nowhere to be seen. The spaced between the exit and chamber seemed to them like it should have only been a meter or two, but when they looked back there was nothing but darkness in the corridor. Now the team, all five Setulanites, Yoki and the two mercenaries were just outside of the chamber, looking in on the Danaversians as they began to loot it.

A few moments later there was a great rumble, shaking dust and bits of stone from the ceiling, and half the lights went out, making large pools of darkness. The other lights bobbed up and down crazily, casting shadows that morphed into fanged beasts on the walls, causing some of the Danaversians to fall to the floor. In the barely visible light the statues and skeletons suddenly seemed much more menacing, grinning skulls staring accusingly as battered helmets were lifted from them, and more than one soldier could have sworn he saw one of the statues move. The eye of the book glowed a soft blue briefly, and there was a burst of arcane energy that sent Coax tumbling away, sliding across the floor while the book landed directly back on the space it occupied before. But all this was lost as a great and terrible voice boomed out, from nowhere and everywhere at once, like that of a god:
"You will leave the dead to their rest. For this planet, their blood was spilled, by their sacrifice it is kept safe. You will leave this place."

Greal

14-11-2008, 06:52

Battle of Sector 32

Nine battlecruisers along with a escort carrier was destroyed by the Danaversian response. The Greali fighters locked their missiles at the approaching enemy fighters and fired a massive volley of missiles. If that didn't finish off the enemy fighters, then the AS guns would certainly cause destruction. The Super lasers, fully charged, opened fire on several of the leading Danaversian ships. The Maulers were also fired, intended to destroy the already damaged Danaversian ships. Thousands of Greali fighters, supported by about a hundred battlecrusiers, made a full strike on the Danaversian right flank, while the superfortresses and battleships kept the enemy center busy. Thousands of Greali fighters however were destroyed, and the battle was not yet over.

Alversia

14-11-2008, 11:51

Ten more Danaversian warships were destroyed on the flank of the Shoal, but such were the numbers of the fleet, that the Danaversians merely made a second line and battle continued unabated. Fighters were swirling amongst each other, firing lasers and missiles while the Danaversian Barracudas and Marlins fired missiles at the rate of machine gun fire towards their enemies. Now they were using nuclear missiles as well as DP missiles, weapons designed to bore deep into an enemy ship before exploding, causing massive damage.
The battle was far from over, in fact, it was just beginning.

Temple

The Danaversians looked about wildly as the vast room began to shake and tremble. Rubble fell from the roof and some Danaversians fell amongst the skeletons. Some of them growled in worry as the lights were cut out and they began to spread out, weapons pointing at the ground, then at the floor, then at the statues. Coax was not panicking. His eyes flicked nervously from side to side but he did not panic. Coax did not know who to panic.

Meanwhile above them, Chloe tugged on Nathan's shoulder,
"Let's get out of here," She muttered in alarm, "Something's going on here and I don't want to be caught in the middle of it."

"Well," Nathan stopped as the voice boomed through the room, startling both the team and the Danaversians. Nathan looked to the roof,
"Ah, now that's not fair is it?" He looked back to Chloe and Yoki, "Friend of yours?"

Setulan

14-11-2008, 22:01

"Oh, shit!" said Mah in alarm as the voice echoed throughout.
"We need to leave. Right the fuck now. The amphibians are either going to be killed by whatever said that, or we can ambush them as they come out. I really don't care, but let's get out of here now!" said Myers. He started to back away.

Greal

14-11-2008, 22:45

Battle of Sector 32

Six battlecruisers were destroyed, and one carrier was so severely damaged that it had to be taken out of the rest of the battle. The losses meant little to both sides, but it was slowly eating up their forces. The Greali flanking forces moved back slowly to fire more and more missiles. Disc missiles, hellfire missiles, anti-matter missiles were all fired at the Danaversian fleet over and over. The fighters continued their bloody bitter dog fighting battle, while some Greali fighters occasionally fired a missile at the Danaversian ships before turning their attention to the enemy fighters. The maulers continued their firing at the lead Danaversian ships, while thousands of heavy phasers were also being fired. Megabolt cannons continued their unending fire.

Xiscapia

14-11-2008, 23:58

"No!" said Yoki in answer to Nathan's question, edging away from the group to the passage. "He's right, we have to get the hell out-"
There was another rumble, and a smooth stone wall slid over the corridor entrance, trapping the strike team in with the Danaversians. The voice came again, even louder, like a chant:
"The land must stay undisturbed. We cannot allow it to be disturbed. The dead cannot be disturbed."
Behind one of the Danaversian soldiers a statue did move, undoubtedly, arms shifting as it seemed to wake from it's slumber. Without so much as a sound the Hoplite leaned forward, bending, and the black hole that was beneath the helmet widened, coming down over the head and shoulders of the Danaversians, the hole closing and the statue righting itself. Where the upper torso had once been there was now only a few jagged strings of meat, soaked with purple blood, organs punctured by sharp teeth, bones protruding in a grotesque manner. The corpse fell, and now all the statues began to move, lifting their massive pikes or unsheathing short swords, moving down around the Danaversians, encircling them, weapons held up threateningly. The silver-armored skeletons rose up from the floor, smaller than their stone counterparts, wielding ancient swords, shields and spears, advancing upon the strike team, two dozen strong, sharp kitsune teeth beared in grimaces of hatred.
The voice came once more, and now it penetrated the very brain, filling it with terror:
"YOU MUST DIE!"

Alversia

16-11-2008, 01:22

Battle of Sector 32

More and more Danaversian warships were being destroyed by the attacks, another four had been lost in the last few moments of the battle alone. However, the heavily armed warships were giving as good back at the Greali, firing their own varieties of missiles, phasers and lasers into the condensed fleet. There was little that either side could do except grind through the other in the hope of punching through. It was a meatgrinder for the two vast fleets, both fighting to destruction, fighters caught up in the middle of the attack as well, continuing their private war with each other, nothing else mattered in this battle, just the opposing fighters and their own darting through the hulks of the bigger ships in battle.

Temple

Chloe was now totally terrified as the shots from the Danaversians began to ring out, targeting the bodies and statues as they rose from their slumber to do battle again. The Danaversians had not been in a condensed circle when the battle had began and now they fired in random patterns at the closing defenders. Even Coax had to admit that he may have been wrong about the supernatural thing.
But Coax had gone. Vanished from the temple at the first sign of trouble. Abandoning the rest of his party to it's fate.

"Ah now that's really not fair!" Nathan declared as he threw a grenade into the centre of the corpses. It did not kill them, for no one could kill the undead, but it did open a gap for the strike team to dash through to the exit. Both Nathan and Chloe were firing shotgun rounds at the statues and at the corpses, retreating rapidly backwards as they did so,
"Might have overstayed our welcome somewhat," Nathan decided over the noise of the battle in the vast hall.

Setulan

16-11-2008, 01:41

"Sometimes, I hate being right," said Myers sadly. He spun and unloaded his rifle into a host of the zombie things, blowing them apart...but a depressingly small number.
All around him, the team was firing and falling back, throwing a few grenades to disrupt the zombies more.
Pfanstiel took up the rear of the formation, his heavy weapon firing streams of high velocity projectiles at anything that moved. He hosed down the room, killing a Danaversian as well.
One step back.
His shots took one of the statues in the chest, the kinetic force slowing it down even if his bullets couldn't stop it.
Two steps back.
He gritted his teeth as his finger stayed clenched on the trigger, blowing away two more of the amphibians.
Three steps back.
His weapon spat out a few more rounds before making a dry clicking noise-out of ammo. He cursed silently and turned, running after the team. The sense of foreboding that had grasped him the moment he made it planetside had only intensified with time, and now it settled on him like a shroud...and feeling his doom approach, he was released from fear. With a last look over his shoulder at the room, he hurried after the group, reloading his weapon.

Xiscapia

16-11-2008, 05:10

OOC:
There was another rumble, and a smooth stone wall slid over the corridor entrance, trapping the strike team in with the Danaversians. << :rolleyes:
IC:
The team found themselves uniformly backed up against a solid wall: The enterence had been sealed, and though the skeletons had been blasted away by the fire, they weren't out of trouble yet. The statues closed on the Danaversians, taking fire and barely slowing down, lifting their huge swords and pikes held up as if to strike...but they never did. The beheamoths had merely herded the soldiers into a large ring, hemmed in by their bulks, and now they formed a line, impassively cutting the Danaversians off from where the exit had been. They appeared to take no notice of the strike team, backs to them, but it made no difference. The kitsune, Setulanites and Alversian weren't going anywhere.

The last of the lights went out, and the room was plunged into darkness. Terrified gibbering could be heard as the Danaversians rebounded helplessly off the stone Hoplites in their efforts to escape, and once one looked over their heads, it would be evident why. The book was slowly rising into the air, gleaming with a light all it's own, bouyed by some unnatural force, and upon reaching a height where all could see it, the lock opened with a deep groan and the text fell open, ancient, black unknowable words visible, seemingly written on pages of silver and gold. The script was strange, seeming to slide away from the eye, moving, twisting and writhing about the page like agitated snakes. It almost seemed fluid in it's complex, ever-changing mass, and it was getting faster.

The symbols became a blur, pages rustling as some supernatural wind tore at them, fluttering them in a frenzy, the eye on the front cover projecting onto the wall in a knowing gaze. One could not look at the Eye: To do so would hold your gaze, make you feel as if you were falling forward into it's depths, to be lost forever. It was like a bolt of lightening, a spear of light that impaled the book from the ceiling to the altar below, shining so brightly all were forced to look away. When they looked back again the book was gone, back onto the altar, but there was a person standing there now, amongst the dead.

It was a kitsune (http://www.furaffinity.net/view/187919/), dressed in long black cloak over sable colored robes, with a small katana that somehow seemed to have three edges like a triangle, in his belt, held to him with a sash. On his right hip rested a much larger, more impressive, ceremonial-looking sword, inscribed with glinting runes along the bare blade. His eyes were not alive with fire but dead and cold, like a winter's morning, glittering like ice as he surveyed the chamber. Then he did perhaps the frightening thing yet: A ghastly smile split his muzzle, sharp teeth glistening, the grin of a predator who has at last found his prey. In a single fluid motion he ripped his sword from his side, eyes glowing in the darkness, and with a half yell of excitment, half roar of rage, he charged.

Weapons fire splattered around him and the figure ran straight forward, somehow always where the shots weren't. As he closed the gap he leapt from pillar to floor and rolling, impossible to hit. He was always a step ahead of the shots, and, after coming into a smooth roll, leapt into the air, kicked off a pillar and came down with a snarl. His sword was right in front of him and he carved into a Danaversian's chest, blade passing though the armor without slowing down. The Danaversian sought to wrench aside, spraying purple blood, twisted the other way, a grimace of pain on his face, and finally fell off the blade, collapsing to the floor.

The form shot across the floor, traveling several meters with a single step in front of a second soldier. This one was surprised, raising his gun to hit the kitsune, but Xiscapian blocked it, sending the amphibious thug to the floor, before shattering his helmeted skull with a single stroke and easily cutting him open along the stomach, a flood of blood and internals spilling out. The killer spun to a third enemy, raising his katana and striking across the chest. Nothing seemed to happen, and he cut again, along the neck, before finally slicing downward. Blood seeped out and then exploded over the entire chamber as the Danaversian was simultaniously drawn, quartered and decapitated, sections of body tumbling to the floor. Another trooper turned to run, but the kitsune rammed the blade into his back before tearing it out, sweeping it over both arms, rendering them seperate from the body, and digging it into the torso and yanking, turning the struggling creature over as his intenstines were ripped away on the blade in a mass still attatched to his body.

By this time the one who had emerged was covered in Danaversian blood, and he began to scream loudly. It was hard to make out, but all heard it in their native tounges as he began to approach the rest of the expedition:

Let me bring you down real easy
you've got no room left to run
so you preach over me like I will never know
go on if they want you to
just for your piece of mind
I've got no fucking shame
and I will laugh before you die

He began to attack the remaining soldier viciously, blood, body parts and organs flying, screams echoing about the room. The statues moved back, and the Danaversians with them, but this only seemed to be so the attacker wouldn't lose momentum. The Danaversians began to try to rally, firing all at once, but as before he slipped though their barrage and sliced one open from pelvis all the way up to his forehead.

Wonder, Wonder why you wonder
looking for me-never seen
what the fuck
can't be your servant
and you just let me be
they got too far
so my hands out for me,
for beating
let me out
to the fact that I don't care
your buried fact, your buried pair

The door behind the strike team grinded against stone as it lifted, allowing them out. The Danaversians were not so lucky, and the screams of agony, despair and fear would haunt all those who heard them in their dreams for years to come.

Take me away
anyway, that's not my way
don't care, I don't care which way
Toss me aside
I wont crash
I will never trust
Done with everything, Die For nothing

As they went Pfanstiel felt himself grabbed and pulled though a door none of the others had noticed. He found himself facing the crazy Xiscapian from the clearing, whose shaven head was shining with sweat, eyes wide, pupils dialated. "Come, come," he tugged at the Setulanite. "They must die."
The Ghost was led up a set of spiraling stairs, up high into what surely must have been the top of the temple. The being led him into a small room, bare but for what looked like a pit for holding water in the middle. However, this hole contained a vortex of howling black and purple energy, and if the man squiented he thought he could just make out shadowy figures of Xiscapians drifting amongst the storm...

"It needs souls," his companion gestured to the pit. "Strong souls, to feed it and give it power. Those things," he pointed down to where the chamber was, and even as he did so a loud cry floated up to them, "have thin souls, they are paper beings, no good, not strong enough. It needs power, and you must provide it." Beside the pit, on the far side, was a stone block. It had the same writing as the book, and these symbols condensed to form...yes, that was definitly a Barracuda warship. "They stop your friends from escaping," the tone was somehow both urgent and dreamy, "they must die. For this," the servant looked Pfanstiel right in the eye, "you will be rewarded forever in Paradise."

The kitsune took his katana off his belt and, with an air of great solemness, drew it and handed it to the Setulanite. "You know what to do." He said quietly, and stood back. The soldier did know what to do, he knew it, but though it scared him, he had pledged his life for his country...and for it's allies. He had gone though all the Great War knowing that, at any time, he might have to make the Ultimate Sacrifice, and now, such a long time later, it had come.
Fine then. He was ready.
Standing in front of the pit, but facing away from it, holding the sword out from him, Pfanstiel jerked it straight into his stomach, blood welling up as it peirced vital organs, and even as he sat, cold metal in him, he felt his life draining away. The Xiscapian was looking at him sadly, and the human could swear he saw tears. The creature leaned forward. "May nghien thanks you." He said softly, and gently pushed the man into the pit. As he fell Pfanstiel thought he saw something coming down from above...his vision was so blurry, it was so loud, so violent...was it an angel?
The soft, warm arms took him and bore him up, and the soldier knew no more.

In the little room the storm got even more energized, mind-numbingly loud with bolts of eletricity arching everywhere. On top of the temple, at the point of the pyramid a large diamond glittered, refracting light, but a small, dark ball of pure life force could be seen at it's core. The diamond shone, sheen brighter than the sun, and a great blast of energy, heat and light radiated out, streaking upwards into space. It smashed into one of the two Danaversian Battleships, obliterating it with all the force of the life of the dead, leaving only tiny, flaming pieces of spiraling debries where a ship, thousands of megatons large, hundreds of meters long and crewed by thousands, had once been.

At the same time, the group, as they scurryed though the hall, would hear the blast, and a loud scream of triumpth and fury:

I'M DONE WITH YOU!

The temple began collapsing, large blocks of ceiling falling and smashing, walls caving inwards. Yoki began to sprint as fast as she could, trying to avoid the crush. Statues crumbled where they stood, skeletons bones broke and armor flattened, and the ground cracked under their feet. But even then, they could hear that roar:

Take me away
anyway, that's overwith
don't care, I don't care which way
Trust me I say-
I wont crash
I will never trust
Done with everything, Die For nothing

As the last was heard they burst out into sunlight and the temple finally disentigrated, crushing in on itself, a great cloud of dust rising up. The diamond was nowhere to be seen, having annhilated itself with the ray, and now all that was left of the building was a large pile of dark stones, crushed and fractured. On the top of it all, however, they saw him.
The High Priest.
He stood, watching them passively, all anger from before gone like snow under spring's advance. But that cold, icy composure could still be felt, even from here, and it only got stronger as he began to approach them, katana held at his side, covered in blood.

Greal

16-11-2008, 08:08

OOC: Xiscapia, that was epic. Have a cookie.

Greal

16-11-2008, 08:08

On board the cruiser, the Danger

Captain Flun was knocked down after a Danaversian missile struck the starboard side of the ship. The ship was suffering more and more damage as time went on, seemingly slowly. Flun did not accept a Lieutenant's offer of help and he picked himself up using the support of a computer. He looked at the reports before him. All of the cruiser's fighters were destroyed, except for the fifth one which was damaged, but being repaired. The starboard hanger was destroyed by Danaversian missiles. Yet the Danger was still moving, all of its weapons blazing, and its missiles were being fired. Some of his crew were dead, so even marines were helping bring missiles from the reserve magazine to the missile launchers. Flun quickly went over to one of his Lieutenants and asked for the power report.

"We will have to recharge soon. Our missile stock is low, so I'm having the guys at the third floor get it." The Lieutenant looked exhausted but fully awake. The Lieutenant had been to the hellish scene at the starboard hanger, and bodies were everywhere. He couldn't forget that sight any time soon. "I had a long day." He explained lamely.

"We all did. We're at war now." said Flun simply. He felt pity for the lieutenant. "May as well recharge before the shields lose too much power."

"Yes captain. It will be done right away." said the lieutenant, then he walked off down to the communicator and issued the orders very quickly.

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The Greali ships were also being chewed up very quickly. Both side's losses were starting to become noticeable. Greal fighters continued their endless battle with their counterparts. There was no end in sight.

Alversia

16-11-2008, 13:24

"Bloody hell," Nathan was on the floor panting, while Chloe beside him was still shaking from what she had seen, what she had heard. She was praying quietly to herself again and as she saw the figure above the crushed temple, her prayers only became more ferverent. Nathan looked up and saw the Priest as well. He shot up to his feet and looked at the Ghost with a mixture of amazement and repect,
"Now is this a friend of yours?" He asked Chloe and Yoki curiously, eyes still on the being as it seemed to float towards him. Nathan could feel the coldness from here.

Sector 32

The Danaversians fired one more massive volley of missiles before their fighters turned and fled back to the ships from where they had been launched. The rest of the Shoal then withdrew, leaving behind twenty destroyed vessels and thousands of destroyed fighters. The Danaversians did not count this as a defeat, merely as a withdrawal, until they were ready to strike again into the Greali Empire, this was what they would continue to do.

Setulan

16-11-2008, 15:18

Myers lay gasping, panting and choking as dust billowed out after the team. He hacked up some spit and stood, bent over.
"What...the...fuck..." His team looked at him with a mixture of awe and shock.
"Merciful gods," said Donal, "how did we get out of there?"
Mah looked around, and then stopped dead.
"Where is Pfanstiel?" The team froze. Mickens let out a soft curse. Brierson didn't bother making it soft. Myers let out a long, drawn out breath.
"Damn..." he cued his radio.
"Ghost 1 to ghost three, come in." static was his only reply. "Ghost three, this is Ghost one, talk to me!"
Nothing.
"Top!" shouted Donal. The team spun, weapons raised, anger coursing through their viens and vengence on their minds, as they watched the kitsune.
"Now is this a friend of yours?"
"It damn well better be."

Xiscapia

16-11-2008, 18:39

OOC: Mmm, cookie. *eats*
Forgot to add, it's a song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Idb8jGVyVo8
IC:
The kitsune either didn't notice or didn't care about the weapons being pointed at him, and his eyes were fixed on the group. It was a constricting feeling, one of raw power unchained, and though the figure was not physically more impressive than the soldiers or mercenaries, he had single-handedly wiped a Danaversian platoon from the face of the world. Yoki could do nothing but stare, blaster held loosely at her side, bent over, panting, watching the person come closer. "I...I don't know," she said hesitantly. "I don't know who he is-"

The person stopped, some three meters from the group, droplets of Danaversian blood sliding down his blade to drop to the ground, making a small puddle. He himself seemed strangely clean, without sign of dust, injury or blood, either his own or that of his enemies. He breathed in visibly, and a gust of wind blew across the area, shaking trees gently, bringing the smell of rain. He bowed and began to speak in the Old Tongue, but even as he did so the same crazy Xiscapian stepped out from behind him, noticeably shorter than his master, holding the Book, and translated:
"Greetings, tôi gọi là nghiên tháng năm. Tớ của tôi là Katan. Tôi rất tiếc về cái chết của bạn bè, nhưng anh đã là một nessecary hy sinh. Ngài ban cho cuộc sống của mình để tiêu diệt một trong số các tàu này orbiting thế giới, cho an toàn của tất cả các qua của bạn. Tôi yêu cầu giao thông vận tải để Xiscapia, trong Final Destination, vì vậy tôi có thể rejoin của tôi brethern. Không có kitsune thế giới có thể có được đe dọa như tôi đã được một lần: Tôi phải giúp đỡ người dân của tôi lại trong thời gian của họ cần."

"Greetings, I am called May nghien. My servant is Katan. I regret the death of your friend, but he was a necessary sacrifice. He gave his life to destroy one of the ships orbiting this world, for the safe passage of all of you. I require transport to Xiscapia, the Final Destination, so I may rejoin my brethren. No kitsune world can be threatened as mine once was: I must help my people again in their time of need."

Alversia

16-11-2008, 20:39

"Ah, alright then," Nathan looked from the Kitsune to the strange Ghost of a Kitsune,
"Alright then, is your servant coming as well?" he asked curiously staring at the Kitsune behind him with the book.

Setulan

16-11-2008, 22:10

Breathing hard, Myers lowered his rifle and the team followed his lead reluctantly.
"A sacrifice." He said it hard and flat, deadpan, and then let out a long breath.
"Let's go."

Greal

16-11-2008, 23:29

Sector 32

Greali losses were nearly similar. Eighteen ships destroyed, and several more heavily damaged, not to mention thousands of fighters were destroyed. Though the battle was over, the Naval Command was sensing this would be a war of attrition. Meanwhile, the naval task force, claimed victory though there was no celebration party. The Command then sent a message to their allies saying that the Danaversians were driven away.

Xiscapia

17-11-2008, 03:47

"Có."
"Yes." Katan translated.
However, the one who had identified himself as May nghien was not looking at Nathan, but at Myers. It was a full-on stare, right into the eyes of the Setulanite, and though they revealed nothing, he began speaking again, to him.
"Casualties trong chiến tranh là khó tránh khỏi: Chúng ta biết tất cả các điều này, tôi có tốt hơn bất kỳ của bạn. Comrade của bạn đã cho cuộc sống của mình cho xứng đáng là một nguyên nhân, cho ông đã không được cho phép mình chết để cho các đền thờ, không có trường hợp nào chúng tôi sẽ thoát khỏi đây. Ông sẽ được khen thưởng trong Paradise, cho mình hy sinh cao quý này không trong vô ích, nếu chúng tôi di chuyển nhanh chóng để khai thác mở trong khi chúng tôi có thể. Chúng tôi đang mang ơn đến tất cả các người."

"Casualties in war are unavoidable: We all know this, I better than any of you. Your comrade gave his life for a worthy cause, for had he not allowed himself to die for the Temple, none of us here would escape. He will be rewarded in Paradise, for his noble sacrifice was not in vain, if we move quickly to exploit the opening while we can. We are all indebted to him."

North Calaveras

17-11-2008, 03:50

OCC: Xiscapia TG

Setulan

17-11-2008, 04:01

Myers returned the gaze, not put off in the least by the emptiness in the look or the coldness that emenated from the Kitsune.
"I am aware. And I never questioned the importance of his sacrifice. But any leader of men who does not mourn the loss of one of his soldiers is no man I want leading me."
Nevermind the fact that Pfanstiel had been his friend for years.

Xiscapia

17-11-2008, 04:23

May nghien simply nodded in acceptance. Katan knew the resentment would never fully go away, he and the Temple were responsible for the death of the soldier, that was all there was to it. A million of the enemy could have died by his hand, but it never would have compared with his absence among the living. The High Priest looked to the Alversian now, expectantly, waiting to be led to their ship.

North Calaveras

17-11-2008, 04:26

Defense of Pamp

The WASP came through by himself and was quickly escorted to Caedo. He stood in front of him like a ice statue, just still as could be. In the backgroun, hundreds of soldiers and equipment came through the stargate at a time. Air-raid sirens sounded off at times to prepare the defense. Already trenches were being built along with the sharp tritanium razor wire fences.

Alversia

17-11-2008, 12:47

Nathan had watched the exchange silently for a while. Chloe had stood behind the high-priest trying to come under the cold gaze that would surely turn her to stone. She was nervous around this creature, but she was not completely without courage and, at the risk of attracting attention, cleared her throat so as to point out to Nathan that it was time to go.
"Wha...oh yeah," Nathan looked up at the sky and grinned,
"Going up," he said, then, with a flash, they were all back within the confines of the Mercenary Vessel,
"Next stop, Rio Casa." Nathan announced from the cockpit, "Sorry, if we don't have refreshments for you newcomers. We weren't really expecting much company, much less a ghost."

Greywatch Frontier

The shuttle that appeared along the Greywatch frontier was both unexpected and incredulous, for it was a Danaversian shuttle and it flew across the lines like the very fire of hell itself was in pursuit. They were looking for a vessel, any Greywatch vessel. They were broadcasting a message to the vessels in the area,
"We come with a message from our masters. We want to help the Coalition. Please direct us to the best Intelligence Agency, your people can provide. We have important information with regards to the war."

Xiscapia

17-11-2008, 13:48

Elixer of Life...
The High Priest looked around the ship with an air of bemusement before settling to sit down on the deck in the back of the vessel, legs crossed, hands on his knees, with the Book in front of him. He closed those chilly eyes and did not move, while Katan retreated from him to the forward part of the ship. His katana, to the other two kitsune, was noticeably absent. Yoki stayed near Chloe, she did not like May nghien or his servant either. "Why is he here?" She whispered to the mercenary, as if afraid he would overhear.

Pamp...
Caedo smiled in satisfaction. He'd gotten a total of six Observers, bolstering the defenses to eight of the massive warships, as well as fifty thousand Probe fighters, one hundred thousand Galactic Observation Units, over a hundred elite Hunter units, 4,000 Stalkers, 5,000 EOT, 60 Post Walkers, 500 Tomahawk Gunships, 100 TNDS, and, of course, the WASP unit. When added to the planet's original occupying force of 100,000 GOU, 6,000 Stalkers, 1,000 EOT's, 30 Post walkers, it came out to 200,000 GOU, nearly a quarter million soldiers all told, 10,000 Stalker recon vehicles, 1,500 EOT (battle tanks) and 90 of the fearsome Post Walkers. Already the lines were being drawn: Long trenches outside the city, littered with mines, barbed wire, machine gun nests, Manhacks, security grass and hidden Hunter snipers.

It was a large ring, a mile outside of the city, with antibeaming devices covering the inside and half a mile out to ensure the enemy would be forced to attempt to punch though the defenses to get to the city. It was manned by a line of fifty thousand GOU with 2,000 Stalkers and 500 EOT, with ten Tomahawk Gunships for troop transport and aerial support. The city itself was turned into a massive stronghold: Walls patrolled by GOU and Hunters, streets filled with EOT and Stalkers, marketplaces and parks finding TND units parked in the middle of them, guns poking up at the sky. By order of the Great Leader all civilians were prohibited from leaving the city, in order to encourage the defenders to fight harder for their presence, and AA or anti-tank guns were placed on the roof of every building that could hold them. A small militia had formed among the citizens, with a rifle per every two soldiers: It was the understanding that if the one with the gun fell, the other would pick it up and take his place.

Now Caedo stood in his office inside his fortress, regarding the WASP. The Calaverian was a great hulking brute, clad in power armor, probably responsible for the deaths of dozens of sentients already, xenos and Calaverian dissidents alike. "You," he paced behind his desk, "will be my frontline commander. It will be your job to ensure the morale of the troops stays high, to make them fight hard, but also to kill as many of the enemy as possible. If we are to hold this world, this city cannot be allowed to fall into Danaversian hands. I have strict orders from the Great Leader himself: Not one step back."
OOC: Al, TG.

Greal

17-11-2008, 23:24

Pamp

Former citizens of the Greali Empire went to work on the trenches and were volunteering for the militia. They knew the attack was serious, and they could afford to ignore the upcoming battle. Remelars were forming military divisions to defend the interiors of their cities.

North Calaveras

18-11-2008, 04:52

Pamp

Pamp was a planetary military base from what it seemed. Houses were being reinforced with everything from wooden planks to sandbags. There was a consant sound of jackboot steps from the infantry that patrolled the streets. A lone GOU ran across the trench line handing out Phased Plasma magazines to the soldiers in the trenches. There was a constant line of War-Path phased plasma rifles lined up pointing outwords. Another GOU could be seen unrolling barb wire across the long area. There were a number of TNDS, most in the citys that had there aims to the outside of the barbed wire. They would fire there rounds as the enemy landed, hopefully destroying many and creating a hot radioactive surface that would quickly bring attrition to the Danaversians. The Great Leader had told his field commanders as well as the WASP that enemys that fire at them should be killed, no questions asked. There were no rules in War...at least not to him. Some would be allowed to be captured for study of more effective weapons that could be used against them.

Orbit Pamp

The hulking fleet of white Observers stood ready to bear the attack from the Danaversians. There weapons were ineffective against certain Danaversian ships, but they had enough heavy probe fighters to tear them apart, as well as Tomahawks. The board was set and the peices were moving....

Alversia

18-11-2008, 23:58

So.

This was it.

The war had been going on for near a month now and the results for the Danaversian Empire were disappointing. They had hoped to bulldoze over the Coalition forces, but it seemed that they had been both of a better quality and organisation than they had anticipated. No one in the Empire knew who was responsible for the mistake in intelligence or, to be more specific, they knew who was responsible but were loath to admit it, for it was the same person who had brought the Booleans into the war on the side of the Danaversians. With the aide of their Stinger and Scarab battleships, the tide had turned and now the Coalition had been thrown from Danaversian Territory, hiding behind their defences to await the next strike of Imperial Might, and it would be a show indeed. The Danaversians were bringing more and more ships, spared from fighting elsewhere in the Empire, and adding their numbers to the forces already lost in the battles along the various frontiers as well as the battles of attrition along the Greali Frontier.

These battles, continuing constantly, had cost the Danaversians nearly two hundred ships but they were safe to the fact that the Greali losses were not dissimilar to their own. All those warriors who had been sacrificed would now be repaid with a vengeance.

The Danaversians were ready for their next waves of offensives.

Hell was coming to Coalition Space, and it was setting up shop for quite some time…

Colony Two, Setulan Territory

The Danaversian attacks happened all across the frontier in perfect unison, a tribute to the careful planning of the Offensive’s creators. The attacks before had been nothing compared to this. Over 800 vessels were escorting a transport fleet of over one million Danaversian Warriors to take the planet of Colony two and so set up an easy to reach base for further offensives into Setulan Space. It was the Republic who had yielded the most secrets following the disastrous defeat of Havalia. They had left the most wreckage and the most artefacts for the Danaversians to play with and so they stood the greatest risk, for the Danaversians knew all of their strategies, all of their plans and they were ready for them, they had been prepared by someone who knew how to take advantage in the weaknesses of others, even if they did not appear to be weaknesses.

And so it was, millions of troops and hundreds of ships droned slowly on towards Colony Two. In the middle of the green mass, there was evidence of the smaller Boolean Stingers and the much larger Scarabs, bigger than even the Barracudas, they were bristling with weapons of all sizes, seemingly designed specifically to destroy the enemies of this mysterious race. Wither or not they would be fighting them on the ground would be a different matter.

The Setulans had been given a few days warning to prepare for an offensive, they had better have used to the time correctly or else the colony would fall.

Pamp, Calaveran/Xiscapian Territory

In the same manner that the Shoals had been thrown against Colony Two, elsewhere, the enemy was also moving. They had turned their eyes towards Pamp, a planet of minimal strategic value but, again, a foot in the door for the Danaversians, somewhere they could prepare for further offensives into either Calaveran or Xiscapian Territory, depending on whom they considered to be the greatest threat. For now, that would be the Xiscapians. So they would take the worst of the next wave of offensives.

Over 900 ships, Danaversian and Boolean, were escorting an Army the likes of which Pamp had never seen before. Their 200,000 GOU defenders and small Militia would be met with over 1 Million Danaversians. No one knew how much armour because no Spy had dared to count. They were coming to take their revenge on the Kitsune Empire who had defeated them a fortnight ago as well as the Calaverans who believed themselves superior to the Danaversian Empire. Well. This assault would prove to all that the Danaversians were alone in the universe. They were one unique Empire, one superpower and one conqueror, there was going to be no one in the Universe who would dare oppose the Empire with this show of strength. It was not even a strain, for these forces were the initial landing forces. There would be more, many more for the final assaults against each home world. No one would be able to oppose them. This was the start of the final stages. The beginning of the end.

They droned towards Pamp’s Defenders in Orbit. A never-ending mass of ships as far as both scanners and the naked eye could see. The Calaverans had believed themselves superior to the Danaversians? The same Danaversians who shields were immune to plasma on their biggest warships, and there were plenty of those present in the mob.

The Kitsune and their Calaveran Allies were about to meet their doom.

And it would all start here.

Miller, Alversian Territory

It was déjà vu across in Alversian space as well, recently won from the Greali with minimal casualties, Miller had been prospering under her own government, with no real internal strife and prosperous economy. She had been ready for an Alversian withdrawal, ready to permit the ten Battalions that bore Alversian colours to withdraw back to their own space and leave the Milanese to their own devices, running their own government and looking to their own defence. However, those plans had been badly waylaid by the war and even more so by the news that Miller was the next target of the Danaversian Empire. They needed all the help they could get, for the Miller Defence Army would not be enough on it’s own to hold off the Danaversian Warriors, so help had come from all over the Coalition.

The Alversians, Xiscapians and Setulans of the People’s Army, the Marines and the Rifles were under the command of a General Macklin. He had set up a nonbeam area and then laid out his forces in a series of complex trenches and complexes to repel the Danaversian assault when it came. Already most of the population of Miller had gone, almost 400,000 people beamed to the massive Philosopher-Class Merchant vessels kindly provided by the Alversian Merchant Fleet at a moment’s notice and crewed by volunteers ready to risk their lives to bring the population of Miller from the planet. It could not happen of course, but the least on the surface the less the suffering.

Unknown to Macklin, he was facing the largest of the three Armies. Admiral McKay in command of the III Fleet in orbit may have had to contend with the smallest Shoal, just 250 ships, but he was facing the largest Army, over 1.5 million Danaversian warriors intent on defeating the Alversian Menace once and for all. However, none of this was yet known.

Each Alversian Battalion was situated in the trench in their normal formation. An Alversian Infantry Battalion carried 5,000 fighting men and 213 Officers as well as a total compliment of 120 artillery pieces. They were made of up 10 Companies, eight ‘Regular’ Infantry Companies then one Grenadier Company and one Light Company. The Grenadiers were responsible for the heavy duty weapons and spearheaded most of the assaults for the Battalion. They were spread out amongst the other nine battalions to add their missiles and mortars to the already deadly fire of the rifles and repeating blasters numerous amongst all the Troops. The Light Company were stealthier than this and were usually at the back of the formation, or in this case, on it’s flanks. The Light Company consisted of the Battalion’s Technical Experts and Snipers, hence it protected the flanks of each Battalion. Added to these were more Independent Artillery Companies and the Armoured Units.
Macklin turned in time to see the Joint Commanders of the Xiscapian/Setulan Force, stationed on the far flank of the 1023rd Guards Infantry Battalion, a unit that had earned its prefix with blood on the battlefield. They were ready for the Danaversians who would surely be beaming down into the mist of the Milanese morning and preparing to strike across the dead ground like a flood of troops.
He nodded to them both, too nervous to salute. He was looking for General Joaquin, who was in command of the Brigade and, as such, this flank,
“Nice morning for an attack,” he said politely, noting how silent the birds had gone. He was almost tempted to stick his head out of the trench and see what was happening but he dared not to. Not at this time.
“Your troops are ready?” He asked.

Greali Space

While the other peoples of the Coalition had at last come under the fire of the Danaversian Military juggernaut, they were not so foolish as to leave the Greali threat alone, with their hundreds of ships and so a new attack was launched, it was the same as previous attacks, except this one was over 900 strong and included, for the first time in combat directly against the Greali Empire, Stinger and Scarab warships of the Booleans. They stood out easily amongst the green hulls of the Barracuda’s and Marlins and their antler-like nodes seemed to be pointing directly into Greali Space, as if to say where they knew they were going.

They were heading towards the Greali Homeland itself. There would be nothing left of the Empire once they had crushed it once and for all. Empire on Empire.

[b]Elixir[b]

“I don’t know,” Chloe whispered back, eyes never leaving the dead Priest in front of them. She did not like having him on her vessel, her little haven against the universe but she supposed that it was only for a short while so they might as well admit defeat and put up with him.

Sure enough, it was only a few hours between the Mercenaries and Rio Casa. They went into an orbit above Rio Casa while a message was sent down to the surface,

Hello? Miss Krystal Ma’am? We’re back! And we have a few more passengers than we bargained for. Permission to land and tell you all about it…and the money, can’t forget that.

Greywatch

19-11-2008, 00:39

Greywatch Frontier

The shuttle that appeared along the Greywatch frontier was both unexpected and incredulous, for it was a Danaversian shuttle and it flew across the lines like the very fire of hell itself was in pursuit. They were looking for a vessel, any Greywatch vessel. They were broadcasting a message to the vessels in the area,
"We come with a message from our masters. We want to help the Coalition. Please direct us to the best Intelligence Agency, your people can provide. We have important information with regards to the war."

Greywatch Border:

It wouldn't take long for the shuttle to find what it was looking for as a large Greywatch border station sat just ahead of it with several other ships around it. The station was large, and that was putting it mildly. It was obviously for border defense purposes and the ships around it were apparently its backup in the case of an emergency. A few minor weapons came online as the shuttle approached, its message playing across the command center.

Station CC:

"Sir!"
"I heard it. What the hell? Run scans!"
"ALready doing so. We haven't seen this kind of ship before but it most closely relates to the Danaversian vessels our forces encountered a few days ago."
"Danaversian!? How the fuck did they find us? I want all other ships notified, NOW!"
"Yessir! Other ships are preparing to engage... but the vessel's message?"
"Keep watch. That thing is in too much of a hurry. Fallen gods know what it's bring with it. Open a channel!"

<Danaversian vessel, you're making quite a dangerous move right now by showing your face here. I see no reason to trust you. Cut off your engines and explain yourself, now.>

The commander turned to another of his officers, "Contact Hydra's Bastion. Let them know what's going on." The officer nodded, "Yessir! Doing so now."

Xiscapia

19-11-2008, 01:35

Pamp...
General Caedo had commanded that the factories, manufacturing tanks, plasma rifles and ammunition, fightercraft, armor, Stalkers and other equipment continue their production despite the impending Danaversian assault. Many civilians who were in the militia were assigned to frontline duty or mechanics for vehicles. Those who were unable to help in such ways were given jobs of medical assistance and equipment ferrying to troops. Every building was manned by GOU, every basement and cellar and rooftop, machine guns poking out of windows, even the sewers were being fortified. A massive amount of planning and effort had gone into preparing for the attack, and Caedo knew his soldiers would fight to the last, tooth-and-nail. Loudspeakers regularly shouted propaganda from the Great Leader, Caedo and others:
"We thank the Great Leader for our happy and productive lives!"
"Every citizen is expected to do their part in defending their homes from the Imperialistic Danaversian War Machine."
"Not one step back!"
"Communism for eternity."

Space, Pamp Orbit...
The Observers had been regulated for reinforcement duty, bases of operations for commanders, hospitals, and so on. It was inevitable that they would either be destroyed or be forced to retreat in the face of the Danaversian armada, though not perhaps for the reason they expected. While Danaversian shields were resistant to Calaverian plasma, Calaverian scientists had easily exploited the Boolean weapon effects, and made their shields negate the effects of the weapon. However, it made almost no difference: The sheer volume of the incoming ships was too much with their millions of weapons, and the only reason they wouldn't simply be able to destroy Pamp from orbit would be the GTOs. Still, though Caedo was no Admiral, he knew a thing or two about space battle, and he had noticed how the Danaversians loved to travel in tightly packed formations. All it had taken was a dozen Probe fighters with loyal pilots willing to die in a blaze of glory for the Great Leader.

Now the Danaversians found these twelve ships in the middle of their fleet. It was laughable: What could these measly craft hope to do in the face of the mightiest show of force the Observed Systems of Calaverias had ever seen? The fighters themselves flew in formation, a large ring, and as they approached a Danaversian ship a glowing blue portal appeared between them: A Stargate, impossibly suspended between them with huge generators, wide enough to swallow even a Barracuda whole.
Interestingly, that is exactly what they did.
The fighters were nothing, tiny bits of metal that could be blown away by Danaversian weapons in an instant, but they were also very, very fast, and the Gate didn't seem to slow them down any. Any ship caught in the Gate would find itself transported across the system to another gate...right into the maw of Pamp's star, to be incinerated by the massive sun.

The number of fighters doubled, tripled, quadrupled, became too many to count as more of these formations appeared, under, over, to the port and starboard, at the bow and aft parts of the fleet, devouring ships as they flew like a net catching butterflies. The General himself had proposed the system, and, though the military scientists were skeptical, it had worked. Now the tactic was being put to the test...it had been predicted that, if used effectively, this weapon could fully halve the enemy attacking force, to leave the rest up to the GTO units and any reinforcements they might hope to have from other nations.

Miller...
Dui nodded grimly, standing next to Green. Their troops were deploying in the pre-arranged lines and formations as ordered, the mecha and Beacheads had all reported ready for action...there was little to do now but wait. As the commander, the weight fell on her to move her units strategically, to buy as much time as possible with the smallest amount of casualties, just as hard as that burden Green had to carry. He would be taking the front line, keeping morale up, ordering smaller units with more specific actions, and, above all, reacting to change, weather to exploit it in the enemy or prevent it from becoming a disaster for them. The communications and operations between her and he would have to be close, anticipatory, intimate, not unlike those nights they had shared, in her bed or his.

Xiscapia, Rio Casa, Xiscapian Imperial Navy HQ...
The Elixer had been essentially waved though without the usual banter from Control, and it would become evident why upon landing. The entire operation had attracted a lot of attention from officials and powerful kitsune, and there was four Xiscapians of significant positions waiting. The first was, of course, Grand Admiral Krystal, waiting with her hands behind her back, two Marines flanking her. Beside her stood an Xiscapian, but one would only know it because of the ebony fur on the tail and ears: He wore a large gray trench coat, black mirrored sunglasses, black boots and a katana at his side. He stood almost rigidly, as if at attention, without fidgeting or even appearing to breath. The third was a white-robed priest from the local Church, Father of the Temple, or High Priest, a middle-aged, tawny-furred kitsune leaning on a staff, robes tight around him in the overcast chill, positively staring at the Elixer. A fourth and final figure was in shadow under the overhang near the rear of the spaceport, and all that could be seen was the hem of a black cloak.
OOC: Set, NC, you both have TGs.

Setulan

19-11-2008, 01:38

Miller

Green wasn't so terrified by the impending assault that he forgot military courtesy, and he saluted sharply. His helmet was off, under his arm for the moment, and his rifle was slung over his shoulder.
"Our troops are always ready, sir. Ain't that right, Colonel?"

Colony 2

Upon recieving warning of the impending assault, a hasty, desperate plea for aide was sent out to the home system. Unfortunately, it would take too long for the reinforcements to arrive from Setulan; the relief ships would simply be picked off by the massive armada approaching.
Major General Lou Townsville knew this, accepted it, and got on with life. So far as the intellegence documents had clued him and his senior staff in on, the Danaversians would come on the ground in stupendous numbers. The trick was to make the bastards pay for it.
On the bright side, Townsville had an entire infantry division, the 167th, to play with. On the downside, if they left their massive mountain fortress, they would be squished from orbit.
Luckily for them, their fortress was well prepared for an orbital attack.

Built directly into a mountain, the fortress had more than enough room for the entire Division, with quite a bit left to spare. Deep, deep within the mountain in containment fields rarely found outside of orbit was a full-scale plasma reactor, similar to those found on the Ravager-Class battleships. It powered banks of shields and numerous anti-orbit weapons, ranging from missiles to macro cannons to ion cannons. They were as prepared as they were going to get, and it was simply a waiting game.

And finally it was here. Townsville sighed heavily.
"Message Setulan. They're here. Man defenses, activate shields and weapons. General quarters."

Sirens blared. The 167th was going to war.

Alversia

19-11-2008, 01:59

The manouvers of the Calaveran Pilots over Pamp may have been effective against a small number of Danaversian ships but Caedo had underestimated just how many ships there were in this armada. They did not just fill the space between the Shoal and the Calaverans, they blocked the formation entirely from view. It did not matter how fast the Probe Fighters where, they could be faster than thought itself, they still could not get through, especially once the Danaversians began to drop spacial charges that could wipe two or three of the formations at a time if properly aimed and, in the denseness of the formation, it was an easy thing to do and , as the fighters to had fly straight at a warship to even try to engulf it, most succumbed long before they could swallow up their targets. Only ships with foolish Commanders were lost this way, the rest were more than able to hold their own and soon the pitiful defence offered by the Probe Fighters was defeated.

A message was sent to the surface even while the first Dropships began to leave the hulls of the Shoal, blocking out the sun of Pamp with a combination of fighters, immense dropships and strange, narrow, black vessels in the very centre of the formation.
This is the only call to surrender of the Citizens of Pamp. If you do not lay down your weapons now, then you shall be destroyed. This is your final warning.

Colony Two

The Shoal of warships took up defensive positions along the ring of Colony two, seperating the defending fleet from the surface and also ensuring that any reinforcements that tried to make it to the surface would not be doing so. Then the reinforcements began to land, again with black devices in the very centre of each tightly clustered formation, all bunched together until they landed. When they landed, then the black carpet fell over the land as Danaversian warriors poured from their ships, hundreds upon thousands of them came from their ships and began to mass in front of the fortress, out of range of it's weaponry. They roared and they taunted and they let the Setulans know that they were coming for them.

Miller

"Glad to hear it," Macklin smiled as he checked his watch. He gave a sigh, wished each commander good luck, then headed back through the trenches towards the command centre from where he would co-ordinate the thin defence. It was not long before the sounds of vessels overhead came through the fog and the noises that were assosiated with an Army on the move came to light as well, the noise of metal hitting metal, feet stamping on the ground. The voice of a million ragged breaths and the sweat as each stepped forward. Still they were not visible through the fog.

Then, as if by magic, the Danaversians appeared, snarling viciously and running across the bare ground towards the Coalition Lines. The slaughter began. Even as the artillery began to fire and the walkers that had set themselves up just behind the trenches added their fire to the blasters and rifles that now filled the ground with red light and began to fill the ground with dead Danaversians as they came forward. They were replying with green flashes and there were screams as people were sent spinning away from their positions by the shots. The Danaversians seemed to keep on coming, enjoying the punishment they were taking. They laughed at it and still they died.

Rio Casa

"Greetings," Nathan stated casually to the strange group, "What's the craic? I don't think we've met have we? I think I would remember a face not like that," He pointed at the man in shadow,
"So yeah, we found a dead or rather not dead Priest and his mate and now we've brought them back on their own request. I would've charged a fare but..." He shrugged, "...I don't think he knows money exists yet."

Chloe, being more respectful, bowed deeply to Krystal,
"Greetings Grand Admiral," She stated humbly, "How goes the war? I trust that our Allies made it back to Coalition territory safely?"

Greywatch Space

The vessel sent one message, a simple message,
"We have come to offer you a deal. May we come aboard to discuss it? The very fact that we are here shows we betray nothing but an unjust cause"

North Calaveras

19-11-2008, 02:24

Air raid sirens blasts into the the atmosphere and men and equipment shuffled throughout the land. Everything that they had for anti-air such as plasma turrets, 50.calliber nests and Scorpion GOU units had there weapons to the skys awaiting a invasion. Thirty former Greal citizens were put into a bunker to never be seen again. The speakers blared out " Prepare to lay down your lifes for the motherland, destroy the Imperialist Danaversians, not one step back!" While other speakers retorted " Deserters will be shot on site." Patrols of six GOU at a time marched down the streets waiting for enemy contacts. GTO defenses began ripping into the atmopshere firing there weapons at the Danaversian ships. A TNDS rolled right into a building, demoloshing most of it until it was in thre center, it would then fire its shells out of the broken down ceiling at enemy formations.

Looting from crazed citizens was put down immeditaly as speacial GOU Riot forces were sent in with elecrit sticks that had spikes on the end, anyone caught stealing goverment propery were ruthlessly beaten or shot on site. The city had to be held and in order until the last breath of Calaverian lungs was expelled. If this world was going to fall to the Imperialists, they would know that an attack on the homeworld of the Great Leader would result in untold horrors. If the Danaversians retreated the Calaverians would chase them down and install the universal government on there worlds. It was a battle of the Dictators, Kash Wilson vs the Emperor of Danaversia. These two were perhaps considered the greatest mass murders in the galaxy, but Kash was the sensible one who could work with others. He was the Stalin of the Coalition forces...in fact....he was something....much much more.

Belkaros

19-11-2008, 03:22

OOC- Any room for a some Belkans?

Alversia

19-11-2008, 03:26

OOC: TG Belkaros

Trailers

19-11-2008, 03:30

OOC- Tag.

Greywatch

19-11-2008, 07:26

"Or that you wish nothing more than to infriltrate this place and try to destroy it..." the commander muttered. He looked to an officer, "Scan them for anything suspiscious; explosives, bioweapons... whatever you can pick up." An officer looked up from his console, "Sir, Hydra wants to hear this. They say to take all necessary precautions." The commander nodded, "Very well. Activate internal dampeners and shielding in Docking Bay three, open the gates and let them in. Send a Drone team down there, I don't want any damage that can be avoided. Hail the craft again."

<Very well, Docking Bay 3 is ready and waiting for you. We'll see what you have to say.>

"If they were in such a hurry, they could just as easily tell us over a standard comm channel... but okay, we'll play this little game of theirs. Make sure the Drones know to stay on guard."

Greal

19-11-2008, 08:10

OOC: I'll post either tomorrow or the day after. Just too tired to post a long one.

North Calaveras

20-11-2008, 05:39

posted

Greal

20-11-2008, 10:46

Nova Reginix

Admiral Reton was wondering around the Warlord Starbase when Lieutenant Niller came up to him.

"Yes Lieutenant?" asked Reton, in his usual cold voice.

"Our outposts have detected a Danaversian fleet entering the system. Its near outpost fifty seven." said the Lieutenant.

"Put the fleet on alert at once. And how many Danaversian ships?"

"Nine hundred. There are gray ships also sir."

"Go! Hurry!" said Reton a little panicky now.

Alarms rang across the starbase very soon. Weapons were on full alert. Thousands of crew were rushing to their stations. This was precisely what the Greali wanted. The Danaversians walking right into their trap. The Greali navy had all three superfortresses there for rearming. But the Danaversians brought their gray ships, and the Greali had a new idea to counter the plasmas. Meanwhile, long range hell fire missiles were being fired at the approaching fleet. Specifically at the gray ships. The remaining weapons were conserved until the Danaversians were within range. Tens of thousands of defensive platforms were also waiting. Meanwhile, the Greali fleet assembled battle formation. There was no way to flank the fleet without being blasted by the starbase and the fighters that were coming out in thousands.

Ground based weaponry on Nova Reginix were more numerous then the whole navy combined. Every mountain or hill housed a deadly mauler weapon, or even a hellfire missile launcher. Civilians were heading underground to the recently built underground city of Delmos, which was a million square miles and built to hold billions. The army was activated, heading to their fortresses that were built to hold back everything from orbital strikes to infantry assaults. Thousands of more ground based fighters wait, patiently for their turn.

Pamp

Thought the former Greali civilians despised the Calaverians, they realized life under the Danaversians would be worse, so many volunteered to build trenches, form a militia.

Miller

Militia was also being deployed to support the Alversians.

Xiscapia

20-11-2008, 12:51

Pamp...
The Danaversian's answer was massive barrage of GTO weapons, AA lasers and rounds flying up to shred the incoming attackers. At the same time the Observers fired their own PDs down into the formation, smashing aside fightercraft and drop ships to hit the black craft. The encroaching enemy was being hit from above and below, and their mass only insured that the gunners could not miss, filling space with flaming debris as they were taken down by the hundreds. Of course they would get though, there simply wasn't enough GTO weapons, but they would pay dearly in making their beachhead.

Miller...
The Division's own artillery started up, adding to the Alversian bombardment, and Dui withdrew back to the Alversian CC, where she would coordinate the units under her command. The troops reacted as they were trained, setting up a line from which they lay down a heavy sheet of fire, setting up machine guns to massacre the suicidal chargers. Rockets were fired as well, simple weapons that would explode on impact with an object, spurting out a mass of highly volatile gas over several yards, before sparking and causing the gas to ignite, resulting in a massive detonation that sent Danaversians flying by the dozen. Snipers along the line added their own fire, seeking any Danaversian's who looked more visually impressive than the others, but for the most part their shots were just drops in the sea. For the time being there was no real tactics involved, just sending the largest amount of weapons straight into the assaulting enemy, until they were all dead or the line was forced to break and retreat.

Rio Casa...
"I do not know what happened to the Aluminan forces," said Krystal curtly, "they don't see it fit to share such information with their allies. Your payment," an aide came forward with a data chip containing activation codes for a special account set up, "is here." Clearly the Grand Admiral was uncomfortable, seeking to get this done and over with as quickly as possible. As she spoke Yoki, Katan and May nghien descended the ramp from the Elixir, all looking around at the spaceport. Almost immediately, each spotted one of the people and began to separate and move towards them. Yoki approached the kitsune standing beside Krystal, bowing slightly. He bowed back, and began to mutter words the others could not hear, though he sounded pleased. Katan went to the priest, who bowed deeply, and the two embraced, strangely, the servant hugging the book to him. Snatches of conversation floated over, words in the Old Tongue. Finally, May nghien stepped up to the one who stayed in darkness, staring, face unreadable. For a moment he simply stood there, and then fell down onto one knee in a position of respect, head bowed.

Yoki herself stepped away from her receiver and walked over the person, staring hard. Why did he seem so familiar…and then it hit her, the operative gasping aloud in surprise as recognition dawned. He nodded silently, and she felt waves of pleasure and approval wash across her mind, a small reward for a job well done. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, which was not unlike a masseuse, except felt in the head. The agent was aware that her agent had come up behind her, and the contact ceased, leaving her feeling alone. She bowed deeply and allowed herself to be led away by the one in the trench coat, in time with the priest and servant, though not before flashing a grateful look to Nathan, Chloe and the team. May nghien rose, still looking at the one he had shown such submissiveness to, and moved to stand beside him. One would be able to get a clear look at the being now: A male kitsune, covered in cream-hued fur and eyes colored light brown mixed heavily with yellow. On his right ear was a ring attached to a thin, tiny chain, which connected to an ear stud leading to another chain which ended in a tiny black cross. His nose gently sloped into a beautiful snout, nearly concealed by hair the exact crimson color of blood. He wore a simple black cloak that did not denote his status of royalty: Nephew of the Emperor, Silvertooth Rose. The Xiscapian watched Nathan, Chloe and the team for a moment, then receded into the interior of the spaceport, gone like he’d never been there, taking May nghien with him.

Setulan

21-11-2008, 01:15

Miller

Dui could command from the rear, but Green was up at his favorite place-the front line.
Helmet on, he walked down the line in the trenchman's huddle, back slightly bent so his head wouldn't show above the walls. When the Danaversians came, he was ready to rock. He sealed his helmet and activated the target aquisition device before turning to his men.
"Ready to kick some slimy ass?" The roar in reply was more than answer enough for him.
The troops rose to the challenge magnificently, blitzing heavy streams of fire into the approaching horde. It was at extreme range that the Beacheads made their appearance.
The Alversian engineers had done a superb job with the fortifications, and only the top of the turret showed on the beacheads as they rolled forward several yards, bringing their guns to bear...and opened fire. The high explosive shells leapt from the guns into the danaversians, blowing apart a score of aliens apiece and inflicting horrific damage to anything and everything they targeted. Whole formations were immolated by the roaring guns as the crews rapidly selected targets...but they kept coming.

In a slightly removed location, a Joint Force sniper team was holed up. The kitsune spotter had already picked a few juicy targets for the Republican sniper to kill, and as he tried to find a new one he thought he hit the motherload.
"Sacred Qonn, bigin in fancy armor at your 11. Range seven hundred twenty two yards, nil wind. Looks like an important one." The sniper shifted slightly, bringing the big Alversian into his sights.
"Target aquired."
"Fire when ready."
A slow breath.
A gentle squeeze.
A loud crack!
The Danaversians head exploded, showering his troops in brain matter.
"Good hit! Heavy weapons trooper, six yards to the left..."
And so it went.

Colony 2

The defenders were singularly unimpressed. The Danaversians had just showed their ignorance, for while they might be out of small arm range, they were far, far from out of range of the artillery battery stationed in the walls.
The commander of said battery stood impatiently at his field scope. He had distance, wind, projected time...he was fucking ready! His radio clicked.
"This is HQ. Open fire." The battery commander smiled.
The Danaversians would see a series of rapid flashes all along various levels of the fortress. These flashes made the jeering lose some intensity-what were they? Then a noise feared by every infantryman the universe over made them all freeze as what sounded like freight trains overhead came to them.

Few made it to cover in time; there simply was not much cover to go around as the high explosive, variable time (air burst), and mine-dropping shells started to rain on top of them.

In orbit, things were over before they began. Seeing the approaching fleet-and more importantly, the damn alien ships that drained their energy-the small fleet made an instant jump to abandon the system....and bring back some friends.

Rio Casa

The team of ghosts stepped off of the Elixer and huddled around as the various party members made their way to their respective final places. A shuttle waited for the team, but before he got on, Myers approached Chloe and Nathan, waiting for Krystal to finish talking to them.

Belkaros

21-11-2008, 04:08

Deep Space
The Myrkul class battleship Mundus's Hand slipped out of warp and into real space, and was quickly followed by five Trondheim destroyers, fifteen Kusanagi frigates, and twenty-two Suiseiseki light cruisers. The fleet, under the command of Grand Admiral Marcus Tullius Horan, was to be the first official olive branch extended by the Belkans to a non-Jannaran people in the history of the Imperium. Word had reached Belkaros about the actions of the Danaversians, and the Imperium had decided that aiding the Coalition forces would be the perfect way to establish interstellar relations.

To this end, Admiral Horan broadcast a message to those vessels the Belkans could identify as Coalition owned:
"Attention Forces of the Alversian Coalition, this is Admiral Marcus Horan of the Imperium of Belkaros. Our forces have been dispatched to aid you in your fight against the Danaversian Empire. Please contact us immediately so that no time is wasted in defeating this foe."

Ships:
http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/myrkul_class_battleship.html
http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/suiseiseki_class_light_cruiser.html
http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/trondheim_class_destroyer.html
http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/kusanagi_class_frigate.html

Alversia

21-11-2008, 14:06

Nova Reginix

The Danaversians were hit by the long range weapons yet they did little to dent the mass of vessels that were approaching the planet. They did not come into range of the planet's smaller defensive stations or close range weaponry. They were firing from long range with their own missiles and making one thing very clear. If the Greali wanted to rid their space of the Danaversian and Boolean threat, then they would have to come and do battle on the Danaversian's terms. It was clear they were not foolish enough to attack such a heavily defended planet.

Pamp

Many Danaversian dropships went down in flames but by the same measure, many were protect by strange bubble shields being emitted from the centre of each cluster. The shields were not unstoppable though and a wholesale slaughter took place where they did fail. However, the sheer mass of Danaversian dropships meant that a majority made it to the surface and swarmed towards the main city. They were supported by massive walkers and large, very heavily armoured tanks that tore through the ranks of Danaversians at speeds unrivalled. The warships not engaged in combat with the space fleet began to bombard the city's defences.
At the same time, the Shoal began to engage the Observers, the massive Marlins, easily a match for the Observers in size and resistant to their plasma weaponry lead the attack on the Observers.

Miller

The battle was getting intense now, as more and more Danaversians fell, so too did their Alversian opponents, twisting and falling along the whole length of the line as they were by the Danaversian's phaser fire. On the flanks of each Battalion, the Light Company's Snipers joined their Setulan and Xiscapian counterparts taking out those they considered to be leaders, those who looked as though they could rally the attack.
Then in the Command Centre, Macklin looked to one of his Operators and nodded,
"Order the SHA's to fire," He commanded, then smiled at Dui, "I would cover your ears."

On the frontline, a place filled with explosions and screams as well as laser and phaser fire, no one could hear the light booms that came in rapid order far behind the lines, still no one even heard the screaming as it could louder and louder. Then the screaming reached fever-pitch and all other noises were drowned out. There was one explosion and the Danaversian attack dissolved in a mass of fire and death. The noise was deafening, drowning out the speech of the people beside each other, it was violence unseen, a storm of flame and fire and the screaming missiles kept coming.
When it finally stopped, the Danaversian attack was nothing more than smoking carcesses on the ground.
The first attack had been repelled.

Colony Two

The Danaversians had seen the explosions coming and they did not hide. In fact, many were protected behind the shields of the Boolean landing craft still and the shells flicked a useless blue against their shields. Then the fleet in space began to fire, thousands upon thousands of weapons were aimed down on the planet's fortress, hitting it with everything they had.
The Danaversian dead lay in their droves in the exposes areas not supported by shields, the rest were content to sit and to wait for the artillery to do their work for them.

Rio Casa

"Pleasure doing business with you," Nathan took the device and slipped it into his back pocket, "Hopefully we shall have a chance to work together again in the near future."
Chloe did not partake in the conversation but she approached Krystal when it was over, blushing slightly,
"Excuse me, Grand Admiral," She began hesitantly, taking a deep breath before continuing, "If you ever need us to fight the Danaversians again," another breath, "We'll do it for free, anytime, any place. We don't want payment for helping to stop the Danaversians,"

"We don't?" Nathan seemed stunned but turned in time to see the Setulans gathered,
"That was a rather fun trip eh chaps? Hope to run into you again. Would you like your cut?" He offered the datapad, "I can have it transferred if you so desire."

Greywatch Space

The shuttle came in quickly and landed, while the occupants got out and looked around uncertainly. They were not the same Danaversians who manned the warships and fought the battles, these resembled eels more than anything else, pale, thin and weak looking. Their leader stepped forward to the Drone Commander and bowed,
"I am Navoax, I lead this small group on behalf of all the Intellectual people's of the Danaversian Empire. We want an end to this war, the Sablaz Clan want only war and conquest while we see that it will only weaken the Empire to the point of destruction. So we prepose a trade. We will tell you of any Imperial assualts if you will tell us where you Coalition will raid or attack, only so that we can evacuate our own people of course. We do not care for the more expendible people's of the Empire." He finished, looking them nervously. he had risked a lot to come here with this information. He hoped they would be as receptive to his pleas as he had been led to believe they would.

Alversian Space, near Gerral

Outside the Colony of Gerral, two fighters approached the group apprehensively. It was not long before one of them summoned up the courage needed to respond to this unknown, yet supposedly friendly force,
"This is the Alversian People's Naval Air Force. We shall link you to our Head Admiral in Illesia City. Please stand by."

It was not long before a link was established and a holographic figure of a young woman with long blond hair and strange fox-like eyes appeared. She offered a bow to the Belkans,
"Greetings to Alversian space," She claimed, "I am Grand Admiral Ashley Reyes, Commander of the People's Navy. I was told you wish to join our war against the Danaversians?"

Greywatch

21-11-2008, 19:12

Greywatch Border Station:

The lead Drone listened intently, nodding at the end of the statement. Its hive mind became a little more active as it listened to orders being issued throughout the FM. "I see. So you're claiming that the Danaversians are split into factions? And not all these factions see eye to eye? Interesting story indeed." One of the other Drones began speaking on its communicator, "Commander."
"I heard it."
"Orders?"
"You FM types know how to handle information. What do your leaders propose?"
The Drone looked to its leader before answering, "We will send informants to the others in the Coalition that we know the locations of."
"Very well, we'll leave this part of the operation to you then."
The lead Drone nodded and then looked into Navoax's eyes, not that he'd be able to tell. Drone's eyes were solid black and it was usually impossible to tell where exactly they were looking. "The Alversians have not told us what their current status is. We have sent messengers to tell them, the Xiscapians, and the Greali what you've told us, now all we can do is wait. But more importantly, I want to know how you were able to find us. We have not had any previous contact before the Coalition's failed first strike, our method of travel cannot be traced, and computer systems aboard our destroyed ships would've been beyond repair... so I want to know this: How did you find us?" The Drone's voice had lost its typical unemotional monotone and had become much more serious and threatening in nature.

Alversian Space:

In the same location the Greywatch Scouter had appeared before, a PSR was opened up and a 100m long FM ship emerged. It sure wasn't the same ship that had appeared in Xiscapian space, but scans would show it was very similar. Immediately after appearing it began to broadcast: I come in the stead of Greywatch with an important message. Please respond.

Greali Space:

Just like in Alversian Space, a PSR was torn open and a ship identical to that which came out in Alversian space slowly emerged. Without hesitation it began broadcasting its message: I come in the stead of Greywatch with an important message. Please respond.

Xiscapian Space:

A PSR opened on the edge of the system and from it emerged the last FM messenger. As soon as it arrived it began to broadcast: I come in the stead of Greywatch with an important message. Please respond.

Setulan

21-11-2008, 21:21

Miller

No warning to cover ears was given at the front line. Almost as one, every man and woman on the line ducked down quickly as the scene in front of them disolved into fire. When it faded, they hastened up the parapet, but there was no point; the attack had been stopped. Green acted fast.
"Casualties?"
"Light, sir!"
"Get the wounded out of here. Now!" Green opened a link to Dui.
"That was strangely easy, but our luck can't be that good. They were probably just feeling us out. We need supplies up here ASAP, especially for the heavy weapons teams and tanks. Wouned are on their way back as we speak."

Colony 2

"Enemy is engaging from orbit!"
"Counterbattery fire!"
All along the mountain fortress and several surrounding peaks, the Setulan heavy guns started to thunder and roar, sending shells whistling into orbit to at the least damage several of the enemy ships.

Rio Casa

"No thanks." He waved away the datapad. "Just wanted to say it was a good time fighting with you, and if you're ever in Setulan and want a drink, I'll be happy to buy it for you." He shook Nathan's hand, bowed slightly to Chloe, and boarded the Bentnose shuttle with the rest of the team. They were done one near suicidal mission. No doubt another was waiting for them.

Greal

21-11-2008, 22:20

Nova Reginix

Meanwhile, both sides seem to fight each using long range weapons. The Greal didn't dare step out of their defensive formation and attack the Danaversians head on unless the defensive platforms could accompany them. Missiles cotninued their strikes on the enemy, while long range Maulers were prepared.

Greali Space

The Greali outposts were surprised by this appearance, but responded immediately.

This is captain Ornlu speaking.

Xiscapia

22-11-2008, 02:52

Pamp…
The Danaversian orbital bombardment appeared to be hitting the city, large explosion obscuring the streets and buildings. However, the weapons were only impacting the anti-beaming shield with harmless flashes of light as they were absorbed or repelled. Caedo was no fool; any military commander knew that exposed troops on a surface of anything were open to total annihilation by enemy ships. However, many GTO batteries were outside of the protective field, and were quickly destroyed by the fire. As for the Observers, they simply sat and took the fire being thrown at them, making no move to withdraw or attack. It had been recognized Calaverian plasma did little, if any, damage to Danaversian shields, so the Overseers, on Caedo’s order, had requested the Captains of each Observer to shut down all systems save life support and shields. The Captains had wisely complied, and all the energy that normally went into keeping weapons firing, hangers open, tactical readings online and beamers functioning was sent to the shields. Each capital ship had become an impenetrable fortress, for all the might and numbers of the Shoal they couldn't’t scratch the massive craft of the Communist state. There was a very good reason less than a dozen of these ships had ever been made: One-to-One, they outclassed any vessel any nation in the entire Coalition, or Danaversians and their allies, could field.
OOC: As you once said of NC, “If my most powerful weapons don’t work, why should his?” I’m not going to suffer because you dislike the way he RPs.

Pamp, Ground…
As the enemy surged forward, they would realize they were being shelled…no, nuked. By themselves, Tactical Nuclear Delivery System bombs weren’t actually WMDs, but they had enough explosive power to both level a city block and spread advanced radiation over the area, which they did with devastating effects on the Danaversian mob. As if this wasn’t enough, traps and obstacles had been laid for them: Pits that would drop soldiers onto Security Grass to impale them or into acid to dissolve them, mines that would kill dozens of infantry at a time and immobilize or destroy armor, large fences of barbed wire to ensnare and slow down troopers and vicious Manhack bots, little droids equipped with whirring blades that cut large, messy holes though Danaversians as they sprouted from their hiding places in the ground. Caedo knew, though, that this might not so much as slow down the advancing horde, and had his GOU heavily dug in at the first line of trenches. This consisted of a solid wall of razor-sharp spikes seven feet high, the top lined with grenade launchers and machine guns manned by soldiers, a thin line of only a few dozen. However, to get to them, after crossing the killing field, the Danaversians would have to go over a line of artificial hills that were constructed so they leveled out some fifty yards away from the defenses.

Miller…
Medics towards the rear were receiving the wounded even as the support teams, with missile launchers and the signature Setulan discs, came forward followed by Beachead tanks. Kitsune at and near the front line yelled their defiance out into the wasteland full of dead Danaversian soldiers:
“I shit on your dead!”
“Look at ‘em, thick as shit and only half as useful.”
“May rats ejaculate on your broken corpses!”
“May your mother recognize you in a meat pie!”

Dui, though, spoke with Green, looking out across the Coalition defenses and the field beyond. “I agree: That was the first test. The heavies and armor is moving up to you now, we’ll hold the mecha in reserve until we need to thin out the ranks at close range.”

Rio Casa…
If anything, Krystal looked at least as surprised as Nathan at the mention of offering the services of the mercenaries for free. Even Kartosh and Skyler had demanded payment during the SASM war, and by the standards of such shady characters they were downright patriotic. “Well,” she looked from Chloe to Nathan, “we’ll almost certainly have need of your brand of expertise again during the conflict, so we’ll be sure to give you a call.” For free. She mentally shook her head. They must be damn scared if they’re offering to fight for no pay.

Xiscapian Space…
The Greywatch ship was detected, and, after a few moments, a message was sent back to it:
We’re listening, go ahead.

Rio Casa, Palace...
At Marchamp's quarters there came a timid voice from nowhere, though a quick examination would find a small keypad and screen by the door, though which the noise was emitting. "Honored Prime Minister Ambassador Marchamp Sir," it was a servant, "the Empress has requested of me to inquire if you still wish to continue the tour of our capitol. She says she understands if you do not desire to do so, as war is hard on the noncombatants too." It was another overcast day, just after eleven hundred hours local time, and while Marchamp's room had been outfitted with lights, much of the Palace did not appear to be lit. The Setulanite had only been disturbed by servants with food and drink during his stay in his quarters after news of the failed attack had come, and no officials had contacted him, evidently because they thought the dignitary was in mourning.

Alversia

22-11-2008, 03:46

Greali Space/B]

It was a standoff, for the Danaversians still refused to come any closer to the Greali Defences while the Defenders dared not leave the protective shelter of their Defence stations, the result was a stalemate, with small numbers of ships being drestroyed with each passing long range volley. The stalemate was in favour of the Danaversians though, for they could afford to sit and wait for reinforcements, many, many reinforcements to pour into the Greali Empire. Then the real fighting could begin.

[B]Above Pamp

Realising that the Calaveran Observers were next to useless in this battle, the Danaversian fleet turned it's attention from them and instead, apart from a hundred ships or so to keep an eye on the Observerers, poured everything into the shield above the city. Every weapon on hundreds of warships was now focusing all it's power on the shield, nothing could resist that type of firepower for long.

Pamp, Ground

The Tactical Nuclear systems would have indeed devastated the force of Danaversian troops, were it not for the Boolean landing vessels which had joined them in the assualt. These vessels landed in the centre of the Dropship formation and opened to reveal brand new and massive shield generators. These combined their energy into one massive shield that protected the majority of the Attackers from the effects of the Calaveran weapons. Those who were not within the shield's protection were indeed liquidated by the efforts of the Calaveran defences but the rest were safe behind the complex and powerful shield.
Elsewhere, all along the Calaveran line, troops would suddenly plucked back by random shots, the men manning the missile launchers and machine guns were killed without cause and many of the Killer bots were also disabled in the same manner. Unknown to the Calaverans or their Xiscapian Overseerers, for they had no way of knowing that the Booleans would field to the battle, they had deployed their own battledroids, equiped with personal cloaks and shields to make them the deadliest thing on the battlefield. Admittedly, they were few in number, but all that where needed were a few. It would not be long before the Danaversians launched their assualt and broke into the city. No number of traps or spikes could stop them.

Colony Two

The guns that fired up at the Danaversian Shoal managed to destroy a couple of ships. They also gave away their positions to the attacking fleet and now these came under heavy fire from the Shoal, seeking to remove the opposition before they continued their bombardment unopposed.

Elsewhere, the Danaversians were happy to sit in their shields and wait for the Orbital fleet to do their difficult job for them. Once that was cleared and the Danaversian attack could begin...well, let's just say the Booleans had a few aces up their sleeves.

Rio Casa

"Thanks lads, hope to see you again," Nathan waved the Setulans off while Chloe offered another deep bow to Krystal and withdrew back into the Elixir. The Kitsune sank into one of the chairs and sighed with relief. Nathan sealed the door behind him, took off and then turned to his partner and shook his head,
"What the hell was that all about?" He asked in disbelief, "No payment for risking our necks? Kinda takes the point out of fighting in the first place doesn't it?"

"Nathan, you saw what the Danaversians do, what they're capable of. Just looked at Yoki, or that poor Alumina who preferred death to living with the knowledge of what they did to her. Do you mean to tell me that you want them to win? You're Alversian, for Qonnssake! You should be supporting them for free anyway!" Chloe finished her tirade and gave a tired sigh, failing to hide a shiver as she did so.

Nathan saw her movement and put one hand on her shoulder,
"Bringing up memories is it?" He asked tenderly, embracing the Kitsune in a warm hug. She hugged back, trying to keep the tears from her orange eyes.

"We can't let another go through that," She managed to say, "I...can't let another go through that." There was a silence as each just focused on comforting the other, then they were seperate again, the tender moment forgotten.
"Come on," Chloe grinned as she set off to the cockpit, "time for an upgrade to the Elixir, and I know exactly what to get."

Nathan groaned at the idea. Chloe always had these bright ideas to redo the Elixir and they all had one thing in common. They were always bloody expensive.

It was looking like he would have to take those Setulans up on their offer of beer after all.

Miller

Macklin sat in the Command Post and sighed with relief. One Wave down, many more to go and some more time bought for the Alversian and Coalition Forces to withdraw from the planet. He looked to Dui and pointed to the map in the centre of the room, outlaying his plan,
"As most of the Civilians are either evacuated or in hiding, I'm going to start the Military evacuation now while the getting's good. The 51st on your right flank will be the first to pull out of the line, though I'll keep their Light Company in the line for extra protection. Can your joint command stretch and occupy half the Battalion's trench. If so, I'll make sure the 48th meets you in the middle."

Already wounded Alversians were being brought past the CP towards the ships. They were already on their voyage home, straight to the Transports and from there to the Medical bays of the Merchant ships. They had a great chance of survival now, unlike their Comrades still holding the thin line.

Illesia

In the same vein as the Xiscapians and Greali, a message was sent from Alversian space back to the Greywatch ship,
"This is the AMCHQ. We are listening. What is the message?"

Greywatch Space

"Correct" Navoax nodded in agreement with the Drone, "We are the brains of the Empire, while the Sablaz Clan are the warriors and the braindead of the Empire. They continue to persist with constant warfare when all that will happen is the Empire will weaken until it is no more. We cannot voice our concerns in the Empire without fear of execution, so we come to you, Greywatch, in the hope that we can work together, secretly of course. To benefit from each other."

Greal

22-11-2008, 04:08

Nova Reginix

However, the Greali activated their FTL field, preventing the Danaversians from getting reinforcements, or fleeing for that matter. Greal could still bring reinforcements in. The Greali warships prepared for their largest battle yet. Missiles were still being used during the long range battle.

OOC: Sorry about the short post.

Alversia

22-11-2008, 04:18

OOC: The Danaversians are outside FTL field range, that's why they're using longe range missiles and not getting closer. They know you have them.
BTW, if you have an OOC reply then TG it to me rather than cluttering up the thread.

Greywatch

22-11-2008, 07:21

Alversian/Greali/Xiscapian space:

The ships all played the same message after receiving their response. Approximately one hour ago, a Danaversian shuttle appeared on the Greywatch border. We have no idea how they found us when we're half a galaxy away, but they came with a message. They want to cut a deal with the coalition... The three ships played back everything Navoax had said to the Drone in the hanger over an audio and video feed before continuing. So, what do you propose we do?

Greywatch Border Station:

"That doesn't answer my question of how you found us."

Greal

22-11-2008, 08:48

Greali Outpost

"They want to cut a deal while they are attacking us? Our capital?" asked Captain Ornlu in disbelief when he reread the message form Greywatch.

What is the deal?

Setulan

22-11-2008, 15:31

Miller, Joint Force Forward

"Roger, I'll spread the word. Green out." The Colonel rose out of his crouch and looked at his command squad.
"Get the word out, we've got more Beacheads and heavy teams moving in." They nodded and got to work, opening link with sub unit commanders and letting them know what was going on.
"Snipers, keep your eyes pealed. I want to know when they are coming back."

Colony 2

A few of the guns were struck by the incoming fire and destroyed utterly, detonating shells and overloading chargers, making it seem as though there were mini volcanic eruptions from the surface of the planet. Fortunately, the guns were buried deep enough that while many were destroyed, a sufficient number remained to keep the fire up.
The shield flickered slightly and then pulsed back strong, but it would be obvious to the waiting Danaversians that the time was almost right.
On the Artillery Deck, a battery commander gave the go ahead to his MRLS operators.
"Fire."
There were twenty per vehicle in the first volley, making a grand total of one hundred and eighty specialized shield-bursting rockets that hurtled not at the Danaversians, but at the Boolean craft.

Rio Casa, Palace

Marchamp looked up.
"Certainly I would, at her earliest convenience."
He had not actually been mourning when the call came. Rather, he had been going over detailed battle plans with some of his staff about the Coallition defensive and paying very close attention to everything that had been said. He had also heard about the gutsy and near-suicidal rescue mission undertaken by his Ghosts, the mercenaries and a the strange and aloof cat-things. Marchamp had put the team in for decorations, and knew it wouldn't be the last time the brave bastards were sent into combat.

Xiscapia

23-11-2008, 13:42

Pamp, City 15 military HQ, Caedo's Office...
The General was slowly cleaning a pistol, fully absorbed in his his work as scuff marks vanished and dirt was rubbed away by the rag he used. He stood in front of his own desk, aware of the five people in the room: His two GOU guards by the doors, a Hunter and two scientists. The Hunter bowed, as they had all learned they should do to the General. "General, the enemy is increasing their strikes against our protective shield. Operators estimate we can't have more than ninety seconds before it fails."

This was only slightly worrying: While breaching the shield would mean the city would quickly be obliterated, Caedo knew of the disadvantages of static fields such as this, and had come prepared. "Commander," he spoke to the first scientist, "you are to activate the geothermic diverters at once." The man stared at the kitsune, still stoicly polishing his gun. "But sir, those tubes have not been fully tested yet!" He wrung his hands anxiously. "If the containment field were to fail it could cause a climatic thermal event of epic proportions! Our systems might not be able to handle loads of this magnitude-"

Caedo squinted down the barrel of the handgun and then, without even looking at him, lifted it and shot the man in the head, spraying a grizzly pattern of blood across the wall behind him. The other scientist flinched, taking a step back. "Congratulations on your promotion, Commander," Caedo said to him as he pushed a bullet into the chamber, "you are to-"
"Activate the geothermal diverters? Of course, General!" He bowed several times, anxiously trying not to offend the Xiscapian, before turning and nearly running from the room. Caedo looked at the Hunter. "Dismissed."

As the orbital barrage smashed against the shield, something began to happen underneath it. Several huge tunnels, which actually appeared to be vents of some sort, were being opened, connecting to the generators powering the shield. There was a whine, growing steadily louder as the systems took on the burden of more energy, causing the attending soldiers and technicians to wince, before it came out to a soft hum. It was a relatively old piece of Xiscapian technology: A wormhole mouth sapped energy from the core of a planet, giving nearly limitless energy to any powered object one desired. The only reason it hadn't been used on starships was because strange things happened if the system tried to function at range, even in-system, and even grounded it was still highly volatile. Nevertheless, the shield would be impossible to punch though now by any weapon that didn't have power in excess of the core of a world.

Pamp, frontline...
Unfortunately for them, the cloaked droids had not managed to kill every defender. A GOU crouched behind a low wall, hearing the masses of the enemy approach, knowing that if he tried to run, he would be killed, if he attacked he would be killed, and if he stayed he would be killed. He had his orders, and though his direct superior had fallen when half his head had been taken off, it didn't stop this trooper from carrying out the duty. Crawling low over to his dead comrade, he ease out a cylindrical shape from the recesses of his armor, rolling it in his gloved hands. The Calaverian peeked above the wall, waiting, and ducked back down in instant before a sniper shot chipped off a large chunk of concrete where his head had been. Squeezing his eyes shut, having seen what he needed, the soldier depressed the button on the device and waited for death.

Miller...
Dui nodded, pointing to the real-time, holographic map. "Consider it done," she patched to Green. "Colonel, the Alversian 51st is withdrawing and we need to cover the gap in the line. I need you to stretch your forces to cover half their position, the Alversian 48th will meet you in the middle." She hated to do it, the Division was spread thin already, but they had to cover the Alversian retreat to the transports.

Xiscapian Space...
A message was sent back to the Greywatch ship:
Hear them out, but the Danaversians are not to be trusted. If they so much as blink wrong, kill them immediately. In the meantime, let's hear what they have to say.

Rio Casa, Palace...
"The Empress is waiting for you outside your quarters now." The intercom shut off, and Marchamp would open his door to find the beautiful Jade standing there, now wearing in beige colored robes. She bowed, smiling demurely. "Prime Minister, I trust you are well even in these troubled times?"

North Calaveras

23-11-2008, 23:11

"Fix bayonets!" A officer yelled as he put his on. A three hundred GOU strong bayonet charge was going to commence upon the Danaversians when they broke the line. They would receive fire support as well as sniper fire as the enemy concentrated on the charging soldier. The hunters pulled back the firing mechanism on there railguns waiting for them to cross the kill zone. The TNDS's continued to rain nuclear hell upon the Danaversians beachhead. Inside the city military units were digging in, waiting incase the Danaversians broke through and it would become a bloody day of urban warfare.

Alversia

24-11-2008, 12:53

Pamp

The Danaversians remained behind their shields, safe from any Calaveran Counter-attack behind the strong defensive formations. The Boolean Raiders were still performing their duty and more Calaveran Officers or Gun Operators were being torn back by the all too accurate sniper fire. Where the shots were coming from was not immediately obvious, for the cloaked and shielding beings were smarter than one could have predicted from Danaversians. All-in-all, the crowd of Danaversians preparing for the assault was growing, the lines of Calaveran GOU defenders was thinning with each attack and it would not be long before the Danaversians launched their attack.

Colony Two

Many of the rockets hit the Boolean vessels but merely exploded on the surface of the ships, the shieldbursting weapons not having the required penetration to bite into their thick armour. The Booleans may have forgone shielding technology, but only because they had armour technology that worked just as well. Despite this, a number of them were destroyed.

Elsewhere, the Danaversians continued their bombardment of both the guns firing up at them and the shields of the fortress. It would not be long before the Danaversians could launch their assualt and this planet would be taken for the Danaversian Empire.

Miller

Almost as one, an entire section of the trench on the Joint Command's flank rose from the trenches and ran backwards, moving in pairs of Companies so that one was always covering the other as it retreated. Eventually, the entire Battalion had withdrawn from the Trenches and headed back to the ships to be evacuated. In the centre of the empty line were new Alversian troops, commanded by a grinning Captain,
"Captain Hilton," He introduced himself, "Commander of the Light Company from the 48th. Pleased to be working with you," he offered a snap salute as his men began to deploy in preparation for the strike that would surely come soon.

Alversian Space

A message was sent back to the Greywatch Ship
"Listen to what they have to say but do not trust them. We need anything advantage we can get over the Empire and this could be a doorway"

Greywatch Space

"To be honest, we were just aiming away from the DMZ." The Danaversian admitted, "Had we tried to go to the Alversians or Alumina," That was a remarkable statement. The first time a Danaversian had mentioned the Alumina by name and not tried to kill something,
"They would have destroyed us on sight. In fact, we were aiming for the Greali Empire, but it seems that we missed. However, you are in the Coalition against the Danaversian Empire are you not?" Novoax asked hesitantly.

Belkaros

24-11-2008, 16:31

Alversian Space, near Gerral[/B]

Outside the Colony of Gerral, two fighters approached the group apprehensively. It was not long before one of them summoned up the courage needed to respond to this unknown, yet supposedly friendly force,
"This is the Alversian People's Naval Air Force. We shall link you to our Head Admiral in Illesia City. Please stand by."

It was not long before a link was established and a holographic figure of a young woman with long blond hair and strange fox-like eyes appeared. She offered a bow to the Belkans,
"Greetings to Alversian space," She claimed, "I am Grand Admiral Ashley Reyes, Commander of the People's Navy. I was told you wish to join our war against the Danaversians?"

On the Bridge of Mundus's Hand
The hologram was projected on the command console in front of Admiral Horan, who replied with a hologram of his own, his intimidating figure reduced to a shimmering scale repleca.
"An honor, Admiral Reyes. The Imperium of Belkaros does indeed wish to aid your forces in your war with the Danaversians, and to that end I have been instructed to lend your forces whatever aid my forces can provide. Though we are few in number you will find our forces more than a match for most foes, and we are ready to deploy troops at a moments notice. As the acting commander of this force, I must speak with whoever is in charge of your operations here."

Greal

25-11-2008, 00:12

OOC: Its pretty much stalemate at Nova Reginix, while my guys are getting corporation reinforcements.

Inter-Union

25-11-2008, 00:16

Xiscapia, Rio Casa, Imperial Palace...
Sor noticed Naritar referred to lives in 'tons' rather than 'millions', as if life was a comity that could be bought and sold, like grain or steel. The Emperor smiled mildly, though, nodding once, solemnly. "You and your robotic armies will be of great use to us; we suspect the Danaversians posses a larger army than perhaps all of the Coalition combined. At the moment, our forces are stretched thin; many of us barely have enough ships and troops to patrol and defend our own territories, never mind combat an offensive. Your ground units, unlike ours, are expendable; easily replaced." The ruler looked to the two present military commanders. "Admiral, Major General?"

Genko sighed. "I, and my comrade agrees with me," Sor nodded, "believe that the Danaversians will make a counterattack to our recent assault on Havalia very soon. It is in our opinion that the forces of the Inter-Union should be on call for when the strike does come, for it will be spread across Coalition space, and I doubt we will have the manpower to counter it all. Even if we lose, the Danaversians musn't be allowed to take a mile of space or an inch of ground without suffering casualties. If we can repel them from any one area, so much the better."

Naritar listened carefully when both the Admiral and Major General put in their combined insights on the matter. The Danaversian Empire had hit this budding alliance very hard, and it was only their close ties and past experience with each other that they had not fallen. Although their experience and technology had helped quite well, a nation could only go so far as its people would. The Psi-Knight nodded at the suggestion of the two military leaders and spoke. "That is the best course of action. Not only will we be able to aid in effort to halt Danaversian thrusts into your territory, but we can also get a measure of this enemy, find out what their tactics are and find counter-measures. That and it will take some time for the Union, as mechanized as we are, to get them running at full war-time footing."

He gazed at all three, before looking at the Emperor once more. "Is there anything else any nations of the Coalition may require from us? Food, raw materials, weapons, we can provide all of these if you are in dire need of them."

Setulan

25-11-2008, 01:14

Miller

Green returned the salute.
"Captain. Wish I could say the same thing. What the hell is the point of concentric defensive works if we don't fall back to them but spread ourselves thinner?" He shook his head angrily.
"Gods take it anyway. We're bringing up some of our heavy armor and special weapons teams to prepare for the next assault. We'll roll a few of our beacheads so they can cover part of your line as well."

Colony 2

General Townsville frowned slightly. The shields wouldn't last much longer, and then he would have Danaversians all over his ass. He sighed.
"Captain Stone!"
A young captain walked over, face set. On his lapels were the insignia of the Poison Corp.
"You know what to do."
"Yes sir."

Special orders went out to the artillery batteries, and within moments the guns were being loaded with specialty shells and rockets. The gun crews handled these special weapons very carefully indeed...for nobody wanted to drop them.

Gas and biological weaponry has a very honorable tradition in Setulan history. The fleet never used nuclear weapons to glass large areas; rather, they prefered to use such chemicals as suited the time period, culminating in the Poison Rain. This tactic was about to be used on a much smaller scale on Colony 2.

The guns thundered, but this time the shells burst in midair in front of the shields. The noxious fumes then drifted into the gas-permeable shields...and onto the waiting Danaversian troops.
The conncoction in this case used several of the classic poisons.
Vaporizor rounds caused all organic components-ranging from trees to leaves to flesh and blood-to break down, turning the victim into a pile of half-formed sludge that vaguely resembled a humanoid shape.
The gas known as Burner was similar to the Vaporizor in that it caused skin to melt, running off of its victims in fatty blobs in one of the most excrutiatingly painful ways to die known to Setulan.
The worst for the Danaversians, however, was Dry Death. This chemical caused water to evaporate almost instantaneously, which, for the Amphibians, was a rather serious issue. It had the ability to turn them into shrivled, dry husks.

The rockets which had been targeted at the Boolean warships remained so, but this time they too burst in front of their targets and a mist of Oxide rained down on them. The chemical caused rapid oxidation on any known metals or alloys, rusting them to the point of collapse in seconds.

The shields would collapse soon, and the men of the 167 would most certainly die...but they were playing every card in the deck first.

Xiscapia

25-11-2008, 03:07

Pamp...
"Steady, comrades," Caedo's voice echoed across the helmet links of the GOU. "Hold fast and strong, for the imperialist hordes seek to overrun us. We will wait for them to make the first move, then strike for the glory of the Great Leader." His orders were to stay in positions: Not one step back, but not one forward either, yet, until the hated foe could be drawn into the trap that would erupt with bloody consequences.

Miller...
Dui looked to her Alversian counterpart. "General Macklin," she nodded out of the window of the command center to the lines of troops, watching as the heavy support units with their missile launchers and Beachead tanks rolled up to provide more teeth to the defenses, "can we get a drone or scout of some kind out into the field? I'd like to know in advance of Danaversian movements, so we can strengthen and prepare where we need and warn our troops of incoming threats."

Rio Casa, Hall...
The Emperor shook his head. "If there is need among our friends and allies, we have not heard of it. However, I believe the Intergalactic Empire of Greal, though the government has striven to present a strong outward face, is suffering from the constant attacks and recent loss of territory. They may require supplies and additional arms, even if they are too proud or arrogant to admit it. Even so, I cannot presume to speak for any person or nation other than myself and my own, so," he spread his arms, "you will do as you may."

Rio Casa, Outside Marchamp's Quarters...
ooc: [*Coughs quietly*]

Greywatch

25-11-2008, 03:31

Greali, Xiscapian, Alversian Space:

It was intersting that no one seemed to notice the recording the three ships had played. They had played back everything Novoax had said, including the part about what Novoax wanted. The ships in Greali and Xiscapian space didn't bother to play the message again, there was no point in doing that. The people who were of greatest importance were the Alversians; they were the ones who were more-or-less leading the operation and the coalition. The ship in Alversian space went ahead and played everything Novoax had said again, Well, what do we do about this? This whole exchanging knowlenge deal sounds iffy but we don't have much else do we? I suppose we could always conduct a little test.

Greywatch Border Station:

The Drone nodded, "The last time we checked, yes." The Drone really thought of Greywatch as being more of a backup force than an actual member. But then again, Drones never really did look at much in a positive light. "I suggest you relax, we're not going to kill you unless you give us a reason to. We're contacting the Alversians now, and in a moment we'll be preparing a live connection so that you two can have a little chat."

Setulan

25-11-2008, 03:41

ooc: yah yah yah...I remembered right after I posted :p
IC:

Rio Casa, Marchamp's Quarters

Marchamp smiled wanly back at the Empress, returning the bow.
"Well is a relative term, Empress. I have certainly been better in my time, but find I cannot complain when soldiers of the Republic are commited in the field right now." He sighed. "It brings back memories from when I would be one of them...but unfortunately, I am no longer fit to run a field army."

North Calaveras

25-11-2008, 04:51

incoming TG Xiscapia

Alversia

25-11-2008, 13:59

Colony Two

The missiles headed up and into the Danaversian Shoal, aiming for the Boolean vessels that were amongst the crowd. However, the Danaversians had seen the threat with the first bombardment and now they were screening the Stingers with a combination of Barracudas and Scarab battleships. When they were hit, the shields of the Barracuda's held, but the Scarabs began to disintergate, suffering multiple hull fractures and many began to withdraw, only to have their place filled in the screen by another Danaversian Warship.

All the while, they kept up their bombardment of the shields around the fortress as well as the guns above it.

Pamp

At last, the Danaversians began to move forward. However, they did not come in the swarm that was expected but rather as a mass. This was the first wave. It had more than enough firepower to overwhelm the rapidly thinning GOU line, who was now suffering from a chronic lack of Officers, for every man who shouted encouragement was hit by the fire of the Boolean Snipers. The troops were accompanied by hundreds of tanks, all coming forward at an immense speed, determined to crush this first line of resistance before moving on into the city.

Miller

It was not long before the 51st was out of the line completely and both the 48th and the Joint Division had taken it's place. It was a simple manouver. Half of the Battalions had been taken out of the line and were not being evacuated. The process would continue until the whole line had to fall back to a second line of defences. From there, it would be a race to beam up the survivors before the Danaversians overwhelmed them.

In the trenches, Captain Hilton watch his snipers set up before speaking,
"I know what you mean. I hope to God we're not in the rearguard of this battle. That'll be hell..."

He stopped, for the thundering and deep rumbling of armour had suddenly filled the air. The trenches were silent apart from Heavy Troopers loading their launchers with missiles and the armour dug in behind the trench searched the fog that fallen over the battlefield. Every so often, one of them would fire, a bolt would vanish into the fog and a boom would return, indicating another hit for the Heat-sensor equipped tanks.

"Wait for it men," Hilton breathed to his men, "wait for it..."

Miller C-in-C

Macklin watched for a moment as the 51st set up a defensive perimeter around the beaming zone before being beamed up in Sections to the various ships that were still assembled in the immediate area of the planet, the Danaversians had still not seen fit to encircle the planet and try to stop such a manouver.
Macklin turned to Dui and nodded,
"There are drones all over the battlefield through which we can watch. However, the fog is impairing their vision. We'll need to readjust them for the conditions before they're any use to us."

Meanwhile, behind the HQ, the SHA's were being reloaded, not to be used until the last desperate moment, when all else had failed.
The rocket fire from one SHA (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=va9Kg8AvP6U)

Alversian Space, near Gerral

"You'll find that to be me, Admiral," Ashe smiled to show that she jested, "At the moment there is little that numbers or quality can do for us. We must hold our leashes for the moment and wait for a new piece of technology being developed that will make us immune to their EMP weapons. Until that time, there is nothing to do but wait. May I suggest that you come to Alversia so that we may meet in person? This is the first time, I recall. However, your fleet shall have to remain where it is. We can't let a whole group of warships into Alversian Orbit until we can be sure you are trustworthy. An old custom, for which I apologise."

Greywatch Space

"Very well," Novoax seemed very eager to talk to the Coalition, "May I have a link to all the members of the Coalition? I do not just want to share my news with the Alversians, or even the Alumina, surely all of the Coalition deserves to know?"

Xiscapia

26-11-2008, 01:02

Pamp...
As the armor and troops surged forward for the first attack, they found no opposition to their advance. Over the hill and onto the plain, the defenses were silent, all the GOU appeared to be dead or hiding behind the wall, safe from sniper fire. However, as the first of the troops and tanks reached the wall, the majority found themselves in the middle of the field, and at that moment the soldier activated the detonator, and all hell broke loose. The center of the formation simply vanished, obliterated by the explosives from beneath, and while the rear scrambled to take their place, the hills collapsed onto them in a wave of tons of rock and dirt that crushed the survivors, leveling the field so the wall, originally ten feet from the ground, was now only two. The GOU at the defenses rose as one and began to retreat, walking backwards and spraying fire, as TNDS shells began to scream overhead at the Danaversians once more.

Miller, Command Center...
"Fog?" Dui frowned. "Surely they have scanners? I don't like being so blind, General, in these conditions we can't rely on the naked eye, if they're moving to flank us we would never know it until they attacked." She was looking into the fog beyond the line, and brought the vox to her lips. "Colonel?" She spoke to Green. "Enemy armour incoming, it's time for those support teams to start earning their pay."

Rio Casa, Imperial Palace...
The Empress bowed her head. "I am sorry; I was not aware you used to be a soldier. So did my husband, once, and he is feeling the same stress as you. He dislikes war so much, but we find it forced upon us and there is nothing we can do but fight and wait for victory or peace."

North Calaveras

26-11-2008, 04:48

Pamp Stargate

Reinforcements were being pulled from Calaveras to Pamp using the stargate system. The city wouldn't be allowed the full reserves because of the current status of the battle. A additional three thousand were being sent through the gate to the other side.

Pamp Frontlines

Rockets swirved out to meet the Danaversian ranks as the rifle-man GOU began there retreat. The Post Walkers fired there concussion emmiters into the ground as they stepped back to create horrible ditches for the enemy tanks and infantry to crawl over. The battle was deadly with casualties easily in the thousands for both sides. One would see more Danaversian casualties in the future, fighting against a dug in enemy. The WASP had it with commanding from the back, he made his way to the frontlines. He had corridinated the Post walkers digging missions as well as the rocket attacks against the uproaching armor. He met up with another GOU who was firing rapidly. He leveled his War-Path Phased plasma rifle and fired at a approaching Danaverisna soldier. The stream of blue plasma with tritnanium projectiles were fired out of his rifle. The ammo on the back was falling down to zero quickly as he began to lay down devasting fire. A nearby Danaversian soldier was hit and the weapon passed through his body, not only had the tritanium projectile peice punched through his amor but the heated plasma,which was over 4000 degress, caused the liquids inside the wound to instantly evaporated creating a explosion of bloody mist...he was dead before he had hit the ground.

Greywatch

26-11-2008, 05:11

Greywatch Border Station:

"Then tell the Alversians to forward the message. They lead the Coalition so they would know more about the Coalition's future strikes. To add to this, we don't even have any direct contact addresses for anyone in the Coalition. The only people we possess the ability to contact are the Alversians, Greali, and Xiscapians; in order to contact them we have to send ships into their territories to act as comm links. We have a ship in Alversian space right now; in a moment a live connection will be set up so you may speak with them. It will then be up to the Alversians to decide how important you message really is, and they will be in charge of forwarding that message to the others." The Drone took a step back and a holoscreen formed in front of Novoax. The screen was black at the moment but if everything went as planned, Greywatch would be able to step back a little and let the Alversians handle the situation.

Alversian Space:

At the same time the holographic screen formed in front of Novoax, a request came from the FM ship for a video conference to be set up. If the Alversians accepted, a connection would be made so they'd be able to see Novoax and he'd be able to see them. Then things could finally get underway.

Setulan

27-11-2008, 16:53

Miller

Green frowned out at the fog. The clanking and grinding of heavy armor filled the air as he recieved the transmission from Dui.
"Roger. We'll give them a bloody nose they won't forget." He closed the link with the Colonel and opened one with his company comanders.
"Alright, enemy armor inbound. Warm up the support teams."
All across the line, the support teams started to prep weapons. Rockets were loaded into launchers, beacheads switched to anti-tank rounds, and AT shells were loaded into the breech of heavy cannons.
"The moment they come around the bend, blow 'em away."
The teams stepped up to the lip of the trench, weapons armed and ready, waiting for the first Danaversian to stick its slimy nose out.

Colony 2

The gas shells continued to fall on the Danaversian troops as the missiles also redirected fire and payloads to strike at the infantry.
As they did, the shields flickered...and finally died.

Rio Casa, Palace

"Yes, I was a soldier...you wont find many people on Setulan who aren't veterans of one sort or another. Unfortunately, you are correct; it is no longer in our hands." He decided to change the topic. "So, what do you have in mind?"

Alversia

29-11-2008, 17:57

Pamp

As soon as the Calaverans began to retreat, the Danaversians in orbit struck. Not the Barracudas, who were still firing down on the shields of the city, but the Congor Fighters that swooped down through the shield to rip at the long lines of retreating troopers. They made the perfect target for the swarms of fighters, keeping in clusters to avoid any large-scale area weapon that the Calaverans may have developed. Bombs and missiles were also dropped onto the heads of the troopers.
The Danaversian Infantry, tightly reigned in, remained behind their shields, only those whose shields flickered and died after being overwhelmed were killed by the bombardment. The others were safe. And their tanks were starting up, preparing for the assualt on the city itself.

Miller, Command Centre

"We're working on scanners now," Macklin announced, "We're hooking them into the Command Centre..." He was interrupted though, as the screens on which the fog had been present, now lit up a light blue to reveal hundreds of tanks now rolling through the fog, towards the Coalition line. They coming at an impressive speed, tearing up the grass as if it weren't there,
"Armoured Catfish," Macklin indentified the armour, "This is where our training pays off"

Miller, Trenches

"Steady Lads!" Hilton shouted, "Hold your fire until you can see a target! Don't blind fire!" Even as he said it though, the fog suddenly seemed to swoop away to be replaced by hundreds of tanks, stretching back as far as the eye could see.
"Fire!" As Hilton yelled, the line was filled with missiles and shells as the Alversian Armour and Heavy Troops opened fire on the Danaversians. Almost immediately, flames began to spring from large sections of the Danaversian line as they were hit by the Alversian resistance. However, at the same time, whole sections of the Alversian and Joint Line by the rapid fire guns of the Catfish.

Greywatch Space

"Very well," Novoax smiled as the screen was switched on. However, it was not just Ashe onscreen, but the other members of the Coalition. Novoax offered a bow,
"Greetings," He stated, "I am Novoax and I speak for the Danaversian."

Greal

29-11-2008, 22:47

Nova Reginix

Greali and Danaversian ships continued firing long range weapons at each, some were effective, most were not because of the now long range. The Naval Command was slowly gathering more reinforcements from corporations and even a few captured Zillar and Berrax ships for duty.

OOC: Pretty dog tired.

Xiscapia

30-11-2008, 00:33

Pamp...
As far as the infantry were concerned, the air strike was deadly effective. Screams rose up as GOU fell under strafing fire or were torn apart by bombs, scrambling to get away from the murderous fire, the ground transformed into an ugly mass of holes, burned grass and churned dirt spotted with corpses, dropped equipment and bits of destroyed defenses. GTO weapons started up again inside of the city, spitting flak and missiles at the enemy aircraft, focusing on the clusters with delight as small bursts of flak or lone missiles could destroy an entire formation. Finally the Calaverian's own interceptors, Probe fighters, began to lift off and speed towards the front lines, heavily armored and equipped with an under slung plasma pulse cannons that could annihilate one of the lighter Congors faster than the lasers of lighter Danaversian fighters could take down the five hundred strong force. TNDS fire continued to smash against the Danaversian shields, but, with the first line having broken, killed off or retreated, they would encounter no more ground resistance until they reached the walls of City Fifteen itself.

Miller, Command Centre...
Dui only nodded silently at his words, lifting the vox to her lips. "LAM units Blue One though Four, move up to the frontline and prepare for engagement of enemy armor, you are entering a target-rich environment." The kitsune Colonel knew she could only direct the units: It was up to Green to utilize them effectively. However, in this case it would be hard not to use them effectively: The LAM were equipped with a laser cannon powered approximately to the strength of a heavy tank shell, dual shoulder-mounted railguns capable of penetrating light enemy armour and shredding infantry and a missile launcher that fired up to six seeking missiles at a time that could tear apart a lightly armored vehicle and heavily damage or immobilize a medium or heavy one. There was eight mecha available, though four were being held in reserve, and while it was too dangerous to engage in close combat due to the extreme amount of munitions being expended into the advancing enemy armour, the mentioned weapons should be a great help.

Imperial Palace, Conference Room...
The Vanadict had decided to be present for the words of this Danaversian defector, and it was her visage that appeared on the screen. If they could get Intelligence from inside the Danaversian Empire, or enemy technology or officer locations, it would be a huge help to the Coalition. However, she did not trust these Danaversians, they had done nothing to earn it, and this might all be some kind of trap as it was. Naturally all the usual countermeasures and firewalls were in place, and every word and facial expression of the conversation would be recorded by the paranoid Palace Security, one could never be too careful.

Imperial Palace, Marchamp's Quarters...
"The Imperial Shipyards, Prime Minister." Jade smiled gently. Her snowy visage was so beautiful when she smiled, artists spent days trying to get the exact right hue and shape for the portraits made of her face. "I think our visit will be educational. Afterward we will bother the local Church for a tour and priest to answer any questions you might have about our religion. Are you ready to leave?"

Setulan

30-11-2008, 02:21

Miller, Front line

Green raised the vox to his lips.
"Fire when ready."
All across the front held by the Joint Force, rockets exploded out of launchers, cones of fire burst forth from heavy guns and mines were triggered. The score was devestating-the rockets were horribly efficient against the lightly-armored Danaversian tanks, and the infantry would simply duck as the shells flew in.
Perhaps the best example of anti-armor abilities, however, were the beacheads.
The crews of the heavy tanks were having a field day. The massive armor pieces, barely exposed and with stupendously thick frontal armor, didn't have much to worry about from the low-caliber enemy weapons. On the other hand, the huge turrets were spinning back and forth, firing off a mere two shots at each enemy tank they targeted. Generally, the targetting was performed by the crew, but in this target-rich environment, the computer took over...and it reeked havoc. Tanks were bursting like balloons as the heavy guns thundered and roared.
Next to a beachead, a group of privates (ducking in cover for the moment, as their were no infantry targets to engage) watched in awe as a Danaversian shell made a spang noise as it collided with the front armor of the beachead...and richoched off, barely scratching off paint.
Green sat in his trench when Dui contacted him about the LAM.
"Roger that, I'm sure we'll have something for them to do. Talk about a target-rich environ-"
An explosion rocked the trench mere meters away from Green, knocking him on his ass and killing several of his command squad. He came to his knees, ears ringing, and called for a medic, Dui momentarily forgotten. He stumbled over to a badly mangled Kitsune and ripped open a bandage pack.
"Stay with me, kid...stay with me..."

Rio Casa, Palace

"Certainly," Marchamp said graciously. The beauty of the Empress only served to remind him that he was far away from his own wife. "I am of course eager for any educational experiences."

Colony 2

ooc-to pull a Xis, cough cough...:p

Alversia

30-11-2008, 02:35

OOC: Ah Bugger! I knew I'd forgotten something

As the shields flickered and died, and the guns were kept busy by the warships in orbit, a combined bombardment took place all along the walls of the fortress, a combination of spaceships and artillery on the ground to target the missile launchers and artillery that had been causing the damage to the Danaversian landing forces. Still, the Infantry did not move.

Belkaros

01-12-2008, 03:57

Alversian Space, near Gerral

"You'll find that to be me, Admiral," Ashe smiled to show that she jested, "At the moment there is little that numbers or quality can do for us. We must hold our leashes for the moment and wait for a new piece of technology being developed that will make us immune to their EMP weapons. Until that time, there is nothing to do but wait. May I suggest that you come to Alversia so that we may meet in person? This is the first time, I recall. However, your fleet shall have to remain where it is. We can't let a whole group of warships into Alversian Orbit until we can be sure you are trustworthy. An old custom, for which I apologise."

Bridge of Mundus' Hand
"A custom I understand completley, Admiral," said Horan. "In regards to the technology, I suspect that pre-existing Belkan technology is already quite immune, as our ships generate very powerful EM fields. In either case, would it be possible to arrange a meeting in person to discuss this and other matters? I would be honored to have you and any additional personell you require as guests on the Mundus' Hand."

North Calaveras

01-12-2008, 04:00

OCC: Xiscpia TG, and is the Empress in charge or did the emperor die?

Kash appeared inside the Imperial Palacem, more specifically the Emperors bedroom, he had matters to discuss. To make himself seem more professional he wore his white military premier suit(think Stalins white suit, except black emblems instead of red). He leaned against the wall waiting.

Setulan

05-12-2008, 00:00

Colony 2

The bombardment was having little effect for the moment; the fortress, literally built into a mountain and reinforced by expert engineers, was no easy nut to crack. The guns redoubled their assault on the enemy ships in orbit to distract them all the while, and the artillery pieces located in the fortress continued to fire gas weapons at the Danaversian infantry.
Inside the fortress, soldiers waited in shelters for the assault warning. Sweaty hands gripped rifles and confident officers peered through scopes to the enemy lines. It was only a matter of time, now.

Alversia

05-12-2008, 17:20

Pamp, City 15

The Danaversians finally had their opening. After the Calaverans had withdrawn from the frontline of trenches, driven back by the Boolean Sharpshooters, the Danaversians advanced. They advanced in waves, not one continuous mass, each cluster of troops moving quickly and also hiding behind their Armoured Support to avoid fire from the city until they were in it. It did not take long before they were over the top of the mound under which their first wave had been buried and not long until they were over the trenches filled with Calaveran Dead. With a battle roar, they rushed into the city streets to begin their battle with the Calaverans who had turned it into a fortress, every street would be booby-trapped, every house would be filled with troops, yet the Danaversians were more than happy to be in the thick of battle. Their armoured support was already beginning to fire up into the houses to dislodge their defenders before they had even started to fire.
War had finally come to City 15.

Miller

The battle against the armour was desperate. While there were Danaversian tanks exploding left, right and centre of the line, the Coalition defenders were also suffering heavily, especially the Joint Division and the 48th for it seemed like the main Danaversian thrust was aimed at them. The Beachheads may have been able to repel the secondary armament of the Armoured Catfish, as could the Alversian tanks, but both were still susceptible to their main armament at close range and close range was where they were. The Xiscapian Mecha would likewise suffer, just because of the sheer number of weapons being fired at them. The attack seemed to be going on forever, an attack where normal infantry were helpless and only the Heavy troopers, with their missile launchers and the tanks, were able to combat the Imperial assault.
With that, however, it seemed over, as if the Danaversians had suddenly just turned and ran, leaving a landscape littered with burning tanks and the smell of cooked flesh. The fog from the early morning had been replaced instead by black smoke that obscured the vision of those in the trenches, well, until they turned their infrared on anyway.

In the Command Centre, General Macklin sighed at the sight of the frontline. The interactive Map in the centre of the room showed the Danaversians positions in relation to his own men. One thing was clear from looking at the small figures moving up and down the line. The Danaversians had much, much more men and the line held by the Coalition was much thinner.

Macklin looked at Dui and sighed,
“We need to withdraw to the second line,” He pointed to a second series of trenches, with many more concrete defences, turrets and bunkers, “Then we can cut down the line again and get more of the Army out of here.” Macklin paused for a moment, awkwardly, as if he had something to ask,
“Commander, may I ask that your Joint Division remain behind as part of the Rearguard? If you do not want to, then that is acceptable but your Division is so much bigger than a Battalion and we need all the time we can get. The final scramble for the transports though will be dangerous and chaotic.” Macklin was trying not to think about the final minutes when Alversians would break their trenches and run for the transports, hoping to fight their way through before being overrun.

Colony Two

Finally, the Shield had fallen and the fortress was an open book. The Danaversians finally left their shields and began the advance, running in waves spaced well apart, with armour between them acting as support and protection against any guns the fortress may be firing. The artillery was still tearing away at the fortress though, thousands of shots exploding either against the walls of the Setulan stronghold or against the rock into which it was built. It was the same with the warships in space, firing down on the gun emplacements that were still active in order to shut them off and so give the fleet more time to support the Infantry. There was no sign of Boolean intervention but that just meant they couldn’t be seen. The Booleans were waiting for something else to occur before they got involved in this battle proper.

Alversian Space, near Gerral

Ashe nodded with a small smile,
“I would be delighted to meet with you,” She replied to the Belkan Commander, “I shall be there as soon as I can. You understand there is a war going on at the moment so I cannot afford to spend much time in your Company. However, I shall do what I can.” She looked to something off-screen and her complexion paled slightly before continuing,
“As I said, as soon as you’re are close to Alversia, I shall rendezvous with you and we can discuss your entry into the war”.

Greywatch Space

Novoax bowed to all of the various members of the Coalition who had appeared onscreen in front of them, offering them a smile to show that he meant no harm,
“My name is Novoax and I am an Aide to the Makeira himself,” Novoax used the name of the Danaversian Emperor with the utmost respect and tapped his chest in some form of salute,
“However, I am here without my Master’s knowledge because there are some, even higher than me in our Society, who wish to see an end to these pointless wars. We are destroying ourselves fighting those who we do not need to fight. We are here with our best Shoals and our best commanders while the frontiers of the Empire become unstable. So we are here for a simple exchange of information, we shall tell you the Empire’s Military movements so that you can block their next move, while we want you to tell us your military movements, confidentially of course, so that we can warn our supporters and keep our own losses down to a minimum. When that happens, our numbers shall increase while their’s decrease until eventually, we shall have enough influence around the Makeira,” again a tap on the chest, “to persuade him to stop this war. To do that, we need to know where you shall strike next. Do you have any questions?”

Xiscapia

05-12-2008, 23:33

Pamp...
The first wave of Danaversian troops and armor was simply cut down, slaughtered before they even reached the streets. General Caedo had spent nearly all of his time from the day he had received news of the impending attack until now designing the defenses, with the frontline almost as an afterthought. As soon as the wall had been breached it had been filled with bullets, plasma and rocket fire from the GOU defenders as they began to concentrate on the first choke point. Soon enough they were forced back by the tide, but in the urban chaos that was City Fifteen under martial law war was even more hell than normal. Snipers hid in every conceivable structure, an ambush from Calaverians could be expected around every corner, machine gun nests squatted in windows and cellars. Tanks, bulky and unmaneuverable in the tight streets, quickly became victims to smaller concealed anti-tank guns, mines, rockets, grenades and other explosives. Stalker recon vehicles continually raided the Danaversian forces, shrugging off small arms fire and spitting streams of rounds that would tear enemy troopers to shreds where they stood.

The aerial battle continued overhead with an all mighty roar, rockets, lasers and plasma missing their intended targets and smashing down into buildings and soldiers. Frequently a Probe fighter or Conger would go down in flames and crash into a building, leveling it and probably killing a number of troops on both sides. TNDS shells started to nuke the breach area, trying to keep up steady fire to cut the waves already inside the city off from their reinforcements. Caedo himself watched dispassionately on the tactical map as blood was spilled and bodies hit the ground, throwing up dust, and he knew deep within himself that they would not be able to keep City Fifteen out of Danaversian hands.
But by Qonn they would pay for every step forward.

Miller, Frontline...
The Xiscapian was lying on his back, one arm thrown up over his face, the other splayed out with his rifle resting in it, helmet blown in two several feet away. "Uhhh...?" He groaned in confusion, dust thick around them from the shell, ear fur matted and dirty, yellow eyes glazed slightly. It was Private Yesho, Green would realize, who was looking at him, frowning as if trying to figure out a particularly difficult arithmetic problem...
"Ohmygod, OH MY GOD, MY LEGS!"
And then he began to scream.
The kitsune Private's legs had both been blown off, terminated at the knee, and with it his tail was gone as well, now nothing more than a bloody stump.

At that moment there was a tremendous crash, as if another shot had landed next to them, as a Light Assault Mecha came down just in front of the Colonel and his wounded soldier, one arm held forward which ended in a cannon. There was a whine and a deafening roar as the weapon discharged, the laser zooming out to smash against the offending enemy armor, causing it to explode spectacularly. With the sound of gears working the Mecha stepped forward, prepared to do battle, but there was no more enemy to be found. Three more of the LAM hovered over the Allied lines where they had been safe since they arrived, awaiting the next attack, not quite as physically impressive or as armored as the Beacheads, but no less efficient or deadly. Across the trenches dead soldier lay, often in pieces, and the wounded, some thrashing bellowing in pain, some deathly quiet and still, were being carried off towards the rear.

Miller, Command Center...
"Green!" Dui yelled into the vox as it squawked from the blast, but a moment later she heard his voice and relaxed. It had sounded like a close one. She turned her attention back to her counterpart, listening gravely. More men were to be shuttled away, weakening the line further, but what had to be done had to be done, they all had to get out somehow. "We will stay behind until the end if we have to," she affirmed to Macklin, "but what is the plan for our evacuation? How will we get off this world?" Dui didn't like the sound selfish, but she had her life, Green's life and the lives of all the men and kitsune under them to think about.

Palace, Imperial Chambers...
Almost at the exact instant Kash appeared four Black Guards stormed in, weapons raised, but the Emperor, who sat with his back to it all, held up a single finger. "Ah. Let's not be rude to our guest, ladies and gentlemen." The Guards reluctantly backed down, not quite believing their eyes and not trusting the words they heard from their Lord, but they could no more disobey a direct order from him than they could not breath. Foxfire Rose gazed out over the afternoon in the Palace, a report of some kind on his lap, not looking at the being behind him. Finally, after a time, he spoke.
"What is it you want, Mister Wilson? Are you here to plague me in the afterlife as well?"

Palace, Imperial Conference Room...
"Absolutely not." Vanadict shook her head empathetically at the Danaversian's request. "With all due respect, Mister Novoax, Danaversians do not have a great reputation when it comes to keeping promises. This is the thirteenth time the DMZ Treaty has been broken, which appears to have become little more than a formality between you and the Alversians and Alumina before the war begins again. Nor have you given us any reason to trust you, you have not provided us with any critical information, we have no way of knowing if you can deliver on your word, or even that you are not a plant sent by the bastard, baby-killer Makeira. Even I do not know what my military plans next; it's not need-to-know for me, nor is it for you."

Palace, Grounds...
Marchamp was led to a waiting shuttle, which lifted off for a quick journey to the city of Tenfour, a major port and trading hub in the Kitsune Empire. Massive, holding millions of sentients and spreading over hundreds of square miles, Tenfour was the melting pot of Xiscapia, where nearly all offworlders came into the capitol from. Unlike most of the other cities, Tenfour boasted looming skyscrapers, hundreds of floors tall, along with every conceivable architectural design and structural oddity, in no way uniform. Also different from the others, much of Tenfour was dirty, though not smoggy, and, despite the recent crackdown on crime, there were still entire neighborhoods where police didn't dare go without a small arsenal of weapons and an extremely good reason. In this chaotic maze of life and business, the destinations of the Empress and the Setulanite Ambassador was Nakamoto Dockyards.

The HQ of the shipbuilding plant, in the heart of the city, was quite clean and classy, elegant even. Two eighty-foot buildings with windows mirroring the steel sky and their beige-colored connecting halls walled in a small courtyard, where the shuttle set down now. Four people were waiting for them there on the grass among the bonsai trees: The President of the company, Nakamoto himself, along with an aide and two guards in suits. As Jade and Marchamp descended the ramp the Xiscapian, an Oriental-looking kitsune with a shaved head wearing a black suit with a striking red tie, bowed deeply. "Welcome, Empress Jade and honorable Prime Minister Marchamp, to Nakamoto Headquarters. I am President Nakamoto, head of the company which, I am proud to say, manufactures approximately ninety percent of all the units of the Xiscapian Imperial Navy. Shall we proceed?" He smiled warmly.

Setulan

05-12-2008, 23:54

Miller, Front

Green cursed as Yesho started screaming. He ripped open a pouch on his armor and pulled out two tourniquets, quickly and efficiently wrapping them around the bleeding privates legs. Yesho could not see, but Green's eyes were dark; a wound that bad would be the death of him unless treated as soon as possible.
"Medic!"
A harried looking Setulanite ran over, took one look at the bleeding Kitsune, and went to a knee.
"Pressure here and here," he said curtly, indicating with a point of his finger, and then he stripped off his pack, taking out a number of strange tools. The first was easily recognizable, though-three needles.
"Hold him steady," he said, and then stuck the first needle above Yesho's knee. The blood clotted instantly, and the second needle did the same for the other leg and the tail stump. He then withdrew a handheld device and started to run it over the Kitsune's body.
"Two broken ribs, concussion, bad internal bleeding here..." he stuck in another needle. "Ok, stable. Find a stretcher team and send him to the rear, we have docs waiting." With that, he stood up and hurried off to another screaming soldier.
Fortunately, Yesho was no longer one of the cacophony of voices raising in agony; the needles had not only clotted his blood, but contained pain killers as well. Green stayed with Yesho.
"We'll get you to the rear, son. You'll be fine." He opened a link with Green.
"Green here, sorry about that. Bastards had a close call. I strongly advise falling back to the second phase line, Colonel."

Miller, Headquarters

A Setulan sergeant came up to Dui's side and coughed slightly to get her attention.
"Moderate to light casualties, Colonel. Wounded are being sent back to the field hospitals, most will be fine. We didn't lose any of the beacheads yet, though Goin's tank took damage to one of his guns; he and his men are working on fixing it before they come back, but he isn't hopeful."

Colony 2

The Danaversian troops were in for a nasty experience.
Their was no less than nine hundred meters of open kill zone between the Danaversian lines and the fortress, and the first troops managed to run right into a heavy minefield, ripping apart their numbers and demoralizing the troops. Tanks, kept in fortified and concealed laagers, engaged as well, their main guns roaring as they fired cannister and other nasty ammunition at the approaching aliens.
The guns were being silenced one by one, but fortunately for the troops on the ground, they were enough of a nuisance that the Danaversians could simply not afford to ignore them.

Tenfour

Marchamp smiled affably back.
"Certainly, sir. It would be my pleasure." He was most interested in finding out more about the XIN. He had heard reports of their prowess, and was intrigued in the ships themselves.

Xiscapia

06-12-2008, 04:18

Miller HQ...
Dui looked at the man. "Get the damaged Beachead back here, a tank without a gun can't fight and I can't afford to lose it, I'll have a couple of the mecha take it's place."
"Green here, sorry about that. Bastards had a close call. I strongly advise falling back to the second phase line, Colonel."
Dui glanced at Macklin, but she saw no recourse there. "Negative on that, Colonel, the second line's to be retreating in a minute and if you started to fall back now the Danaversians would get you right in between lines. We've been asked to preform rearguard duty as it is, so you and the boys up front will have to hold it." The first line was becoming even weaker, Dui knew, what with the withdrawal of their reserves and the casualties they were taking, but there was no helping it. The General outranked her, and though she would be happy to act as a rearguard, the evacuation of the troops was out of her hands.

Tenfour...
The small group entered the southern building, into a lobby where two glass display cases flaunted studiously detailed starship models. Marchamp would at least recognize the Nova class Carrier, he had traveled to Xiscapia in one with Rear Admiral Lintel after the battle for Colony One. "We have been producing ships for the XIN ever since the end of the Korr War," Nakamoto smiled, shoes clicking on the polished black tile floor as they headed towards a elevator, "and have been responsible for two generations of ships, as well as hundreds if not thousands of systems, components and other vitals. I heard many of your co-patriots saw our ships in action," he nodded to Marchamp as they got on the lift, "we must speak with them, it is always good to get a fresh perspective on our work. Of course, I would like to speak to those on the receiving end of our craft as well, but I understand they cannot be reached for comment." He chuckled at his own joke before continuing as they came to the bottom floor. "Naturally we are in a phenomenally dangerous profession, but,"

They entered a wider area on a catwalk, and for a moment one was stunned simply by the scale of the room. It appeared to be a factory floor of some kind, but it was so huge the ceiling could not be seen, glaring overhead lights destroying vision, and the walls were more fit for an aircraft hanger, hundreds of yards apart. In the middle of the room, surrounded by kitsune, humans, droids and equipment, was a single ship (http://the-least.deviantart.com/art/Frigate-33361730). It appeared to be about five hundred meters long, and was covered in armored plating and guns, large engines at the back covered by scaffolding above the floor while figures crawled over it. The vessel looked to be nearing completion, indeed people could be seen going in and out of several airlocks and hatches, all wearing lab coats that read "Nakamoto Dockyards."

"...it can be very rewarding." The Xiscapian businessman smiled and bowed to the ship before turning to the two dignitaries. "Empress, Prime Minister, I am delighted to introduce you to the first Marchamp class frigate, the newest addition to the Imperial Navy. I designed her myself."

North Calaveras

06-12-2008, 04:21

Palace

Kash smiled at him " You know, Iv'e never had enough time to talk to you Emperor, how are you doing on this very fine day" You couldn't tell the evil in his tounge, but the Emperor knew it. " I hear the war is getting tipsy?"

Greal

08-12-2008, 06:57

OOC: Alversia, you know what to do.
IC:

Nova Reginix

The Greali naval command decided it was time to dislodge the enemy forces off their sector, Every ship in Nova Reginix, from superfortresses to corvettes were assembled for battle. The defense platforms would provide long range support as the Greali fleet closed in. Heavily armed mercenary battlecruisers would make up the front of the assault. Admiral Rammer bid farewell to the naval command and promised victory. This would be a fight to the finish. Many naval crews were looking forward to the decisive upcoming battle. The attack was launched finally and as the Greali fleet moved closer, more and more weapons opened up on the Danaversians.

It would either be victory or defeat. There would be no turning back.

Belkaros

13-12-2008, 23:28

Bridge of Mundus' Hand

"Understood, Admiral. Horan out."
With that, the communication cut off. Orders were given on the bridge, and the defensive MS units were recalled. Within an hour, jump calculations were made and the fleet was en route to Alversia. The fleet stopped just outside the planet's gravity well and hailed the natives.

Alversia

14-12-2008, 00:39

Pamp

Sure enough, the Danaversians were being torn to shreds in their one beachhead. However, they were making more and more penetrations in the frontline continiously. Soon enough, the Danaversians were in the city. Despite the best efforts of the Defenders and the crippling losses being suffered by the attackers, the Danaversian attackers drove into the city, taking building after building in bloodly fighting on the streets and in the houses, where every item was a weapon and even one mistake could mean death. The Danaversians were in their element in this kind of battle and soon they were driving deeper and deeper into the city, despite the Calaverans best efforts and their heroic defence, the Danaversians were too strong and in too many numbers. The battle was still on edge. But the Danaversians were winning.

Miller, Frontlines

At the call from Headquarters, exactly half of the troops who had been in the frontline rose and ran for their lives while the other half, including the Joint Division, stayed in the same positions and covered the backs of the retreating troops. The Alversians soon made it into the second line of defences, a line filled with turrets and heavy bunkers. Then the Joint Division and the rest of the Alversian Battalions could run.

As they ran for their lives back into the Second Line of defences, covered the whole way by the troops of the Second Line in a standard but effective manouver to avoid casualties during a withdrawal. As soon as the Joint Division and other Battalions had been repositioned in the second line, a line where the troops could be more easily spreadout, more Battalions got up and withdrew towards the transports.

"Contacts!" One of the troops yelled, readying his weapon along with the rest of the troops and tanks.

Miller, Command Centre

"There are transports behind the three lines of Defences, Ma'am," Macklin explained, "We're loading them and withdrawing with them as quick as we can. If the Danaversians break through the three lines before we can evacuate, then all is lost." he sighed, "Your rearguard, we'll get as many of your troops away as we can as soon as we can, but I'm afraid it will be a mad rush between you and them." He shrugged, "Unfortunately, there's no other way to do it."

Alversian Orbit

A message was sent to the Belkan Flagship, from the massive spacestation that orbited next to the fleet. A quick scan would show that it had more weapons than the entire Belkan fleet combined,
TO: Belkan Flagship

Please beam you're Admiral to these Co-Ordinates. The Grand Admiral will be waiting for you.

[I]Greywatch Space[/B]

"With all due respect Ma'am," Novoax turned to the Vanadict's image, "We were not behind those attacks but the military Clann of the Empire. The very clan we are trying to remove from power and, no offense, there is little point in helping you defeat our Empire when we shall have to watch our own numbers burn as well."

Greali Space

The Greali Fleet was matched by the biggest Danaversian Fleet yet seen in Coalition Space. Thousands of ships, coming to reinforce the efforts to crush the Greali Empire once and for all. The Greali had thought they were outnumbered before. It was nothing compared to what they were facing now and the Danaversian weapons finally opened up on the fleet of Greali warships.

Setulan

14-12-2008, 14:25

Miller, Front Line

Green gritted his teeth.
"Well, that's bloody stupid." He was going to continue when the call of contacts screamed across the radio. Goin's beachead was already rolling to the rear, one good gun facing the incoming enemy.
"I'll get back to you, they're coming for more," he voxed Dui, and then cut the link.
"Let's give em hell!"
He chambered a new round. Things were about to get hairy...

Tenfour

Marchamp gazed at the ship which was to be named after him impassively before bowing low to Nakamoto.
"I am deeply honored. Would it be possible to explore the vessel?"

Colony 2

Townsville looked at his tactical display confidently.
"Tell all troops to keep pouring it on. We'll turn the ground black with their blood before the day is through."

The Fist, Experimental Weapons Division, Setulan

Major General Lutenbrau watched the scientists with a critical eye as they demonstrated the merits of the new weapon. The LMk-1 (http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b272/flyinggoldfish/LasgunMk3a.jpg) could certainly pack a punch...but he still had his doubts.
"Sir, as you know, our allies seem to prefer laser weapons over our own solid-projectile infantry rifles and machineguns. We decided to experiment, and this is the result. The Laser Mark One is an excellent infantry weapon. Lighter than the K-14, larger ammunition capacity, lighter amunition, and much easier to resupply; all you really need to do is put the clip in an open fire or leave it in the sun in an emergency. The field tests were all positive. Just as accurate as the K-14, but lighter and less prone to jamming. A slightly higher production cost."
Lutenbrau pondered for a moment.
"And you want to make this the standard rifle for the entire Republic?"
"Yes, sir, we do."
Lutenbrau let out a sigh.
"Alright. I will take your propsal to the Theater-General."

Xiscapia

14-12-2008, 19:11

Pamp...
Sizzling fragments of metal hissed as they struck the ground around General Caedo, who moved though the battlefield like a phantom, never hurried, never fearful. Danaversian tanks were exploding left and right and the streets were covered in flaming wreckage, bodies and body parts from both sides, but the battle was lost. It had been lost as soon as the Danaversians had begun landing their troops. Fierce fighting was still occurring throughout the city, but the Calaverians were slowly pulling back, Observers beaming up officers, scientists and Pamp civil leaders by the hundreds while the more valuable units, such as tanks and TNDS vehicles, left though the single operating Gate. The troops, the hundreds of thousands of Kash clone foot soldiers, were expendable, and would stay behind to fight to the end and inflict as many losses as they could before they were wiped out.

Even now explosive charges were being planted on the Gate and cloning vats, on the shipyards and factories and the geothermic tubes that powered the shield. The Danaversians couldn't be allowed to gain Calaverian or Xiscapian technology, and once the retreat was nearly finished these critical installations would be destroyed. Hundreds upon thousands of people had already died, troops from both sides and civilians alike, and the death toll would only mount as the remaining Universal Unity forces fought on to glorify the Great Leader with every drop of Danaversian blood spilled. The cost of the damages could not be estimated, in the trillions already, surely, but worse than it all was that Calaverias had lost it's first and only satellite territory. They would be forced to find a new one.
General Caedo, however, thought otherwise.

"I will return to this planet," he took the oath solemnly, "and liberate it from the imperialist aggressors, be it now or in a hundred years." The Gate glowed behind him as it prepare to take him and his command staff away, ringed by heavy fortifications so they could keep up the evacuation of military forces until the last possible second. Stepping into it, General Caedo vanished, shortly followed by a half dozen artillery pieces. In space overhead the Observers took on all those that had been deemed worth saving, and began to jump away into hyperspace, abandoning the planet. The detonations occur ed, collapsing all aforementioned structures onto themselves, and the GOU on the surface fought on alongside the remnants of the Pamp militia. It would take the Danaversians a long time to exterminate them all, and their commanders, technology and heavy weapons were already gone.

Miller, Frontlines...
Two LAM moved to take the Beachead's place, cannons held out, railguns tracking targets. The other two continued to hover above the battlefield, ready and waiting to engage the enemy in their next assault. Along the line thousands of troops were leaning against the trench wall, rifles or rocket launchers resting on the lip, waiting for the enemy to show himself. They knew they had to fight the hardest, now, for at this moment it was most critical that they did not break. Doing so would mean the end of the entire Division, and a number of Alversian troops besides.
So they waited with baited breath, staring out into the fog, scarcely breathing as they waited for everything to explode into violence...

Miller, Command Center...
"General, with all due respect, if it comes down to a race between us and them, we're going to suffer a significant amount of casualties." Dui said. "There's no way you can land those transports closer to our line?"

Palace, Imperial Chambers...
"Get to the point, please, Mr. Wilson." The Emperor still did not turn around, he simply continued staring at the report on his lap. "There is a war on, after all."

Imperial Palace, Conference Room...
"I am fully capable of understanding your motivations, thank you," the Vanadict's tone towards Novoax was cool. "You have neither answered my questions nor addressed my concerns."

Tenfour...
"Of course, sir," Nakamoto nodded eagerly. "She awaits only fuel, armament, small craft and crew. Come." He led them down to the floor of the huge room, and down in front of the ship it seemed even larger, a vast wall stretching up and onward, almost surreal in it's ungodly size. "The Marchamp class is only half the size of our older Annihilator class Destroyer," commented Nakamoto as they boarded a ramp to take them up to the interior, "and she has fully half the armament, so I'm afraid she is not meant for ship-to-ship combat duties with anything larger than herself. However, what she lacks in size and power she makes up for in speed and maneuverability, and and is capable of carrying a full platoon of combat troops. Primarily a capital ship escort, the Marchamp class is also excellent for patrols, and will no doubt be a valuable anti-starfighter platform for the fleets and flotillas of the Imperial Navy." They were just in front of a airlock now, about to step inside. "Do you have any questions?" Nakamoto seemed open to inquires, and truly seemed to enjoy talking about his creation.

Greal

15-12-2008, 07:46

The Battle of Nova Reginix

To any onlookers, it was a massive armada from both sides that were about to kill each other. Admiral Rammer was grimly aware that he was vastly outnumbered, but nevertheless ordered an attack. He was outnumbered by at least four to one. All his lieutenants knew that.

The whole ship shook again and again as Danaversian weapons slammed into the Vista. The whole crew was stunned that the ship could take such punishment, but little did they know this was just the beginning. The Mauler weapons began firing. Tens of thousands of fighters, even hundreds of thousands of fighters were dueling each other. Thousands of fighters were being lost. Both sides however, continued sending in their fighters as if they were endless. The Danaversians however, had sheer numbers.

Rammer watched the reports flow in from the computer. He felt himself sicken when he saw the superbattleship Warrior be destroyed after destroying several Danaversian ships. Each report stated the losses. One ship, two ships, three ships, four ships, the list went on. Rammer quickly walked over to the Lieutenant. "Send a message to the Naval Command that we're are holding well."

"Yes sir." said the lieutenant. He quickly marched off. Another lieutenant handed him the list of wounded and dead, but Rammer declined to see it. Many would die today.

The battlecruisers continued holding off the Danaversians for now. Many ships from both sides were chewed up at an alarming rate. The turning point came when the Klackon, was destroyed by nukes, taking a million crewmen with her. It was a blow to the defenses. The Danaversians, filled with confidence, wanted to press forward, but there was still caution. Never be too optimistic. The Greali were using everything they had. Cargo ships merely armed with a few lasers still came, to serve as nothing more then cannon fodder. Small luxury liners were armed and sent forward, but even these were destroyed.

The Vista was now nearly surrounded, a few Alvis cruisers were still fighting fiercely on the Vista's flank. Rammer looked sadly at the photo of Yoki, that he managed to save from the naval files on her. Despite her betrayal of him, Rammer still loved her. Now, he would die before he could see her again. He knew it. The ship began to show heavy damage, and many crewmen were dieing, but they still fought, taking many Danaversian ships down with them, until, the Vista was finally destroyed by a combined bombardment from the enemy ships. Everything seemed to explode around Rammer as he was thinking of his first moment with Yoki.

The last message to the Naval Command was that the Vista was still fighting. The other ships fought until they were annihilated. It was the fall of the Greali Galactic Empire. The few ships that the Greali navy had left were diverted to the nearest Xiscapian planet. The president was not to be found. Citizens were trying to get off the planet and very few reached Nova Max. Only the defensive platforms remained.

The Danaversians approached Nova Reginix emotionless. But they knew they were going to win. The Defensive platforms fired everything they had over and over. Planetary based fighters did their best, but many of the corvettes and scout ships disappeared as pilots fled to the nearest planet. With the defenses of Nova Reginix disposed of, the citizens watched, some in awe, bu many were frightened. What would the Danaversians do to them?

OOC: Alversia, I hope you don't mind me RPing your guys. Well, do what you want with my civilians. ;)

Xiscapia

15-12-2008, 12:43

OOC: Greal, TG.

Belkaros

16-12-2008, 04:40

Alversian Orbit

The Belkans received the co-ordinates and dispatched a shuttle to the planet's surface. The unarmed craft carried only Admiral Horan, a pilot, and an aide.

The craft slowed over the landing area and drifted down, landing with a slight hiss and a faint creak of metal. The bottom of the craft slid into a ramp, carpeted in imperial purple, with a Belkan flag sewn into it, and from this ramp the Admiral stepped off his shuttle and onto Alversian soil, making him the first Belkan to do so. He took an anxious breath, and when he did not die from any number of the insidious atmospheric gasses he was secretly petrified of, walked towards the party assembled on the end of the platform. He was dressed in an immaculate officer's uniform, his Maoist jacket studded with medals and accommodations. After moving a few paces towards the group, he waited to be officially greeted.

Belka, Belkaros
Emperor Mundus XVI looked at the star charts carefully, a room full of advisors waiting silently for him to finish. He poured over the maps, checked estimated mineral values and populations, and finally, and grimly, looked at the battle reports of those who had fought the Danaversians to date. "These casualties are astronomical" he thought. Finally, he spoke.
"After careful review of the intel presented to me, I can see only one course of action. We must fully comit to war against the Danaversians. The Danaversian threat is simply too powerful to ignore, and we must strike them before they come for us. They have crippled the mighty Greal Empire, and seem poised to do the same with Xiscapia and Calaveras, not to mention Alversia. If we send our entire offensive space force to Alversian space, plus our armies to recapture territories, we may well be able to crush the Danaversians, or at least stop them."
The crowd muttered amongst themselves for several seconds as Mundus took a drink of water. He cleared his throat and continued, " I understand the hesitation to end our isolationist doctrine, especially with so much at risk, but here we must think of the benefits to Belkaros. By fighting this war abroad instead of at home, we will not face any of the challenges of rebuilding, nor will we risk Belkan civilians. What's more, I predict that many worlds, entire systems perhaps, will need new administrators and infrastructures when all is said and done. Who better than Belkaros to provide these services in such dire times of need? With these factors in mind, I, Julius Gnaeus Mundus XVI officially comit the Belkan Imperial Armed Forces to war against the Danaversians. Viva Belka Longior. Via Mundus Prospero."

Alversia

17-12-2008, 03:39

Miller, Command Centre

"Of course," Macklin nodded and touched a part of the large, blue map in front of him, "Your troops will be here," As he pressed it, a large amount of data came up on troop types, numbers and combat abilities, "With any luck and if the defence holds. We will land armoured troop transports just behind you here," He pointed again, "And they will take your Division to safety. However," he grimaced, "You will be the last line of defence. When you go, there is nothing between you and the Danaversian assualts. The APAAF and APNAF will do what they can but it will turn into a race,"
Macklin did look pained, "I'm sorry, Dui, but there is no other way to do it. You have too many troops and too much equipment to beam directly and the Dropships are not heavily armed enough to brave the Danaversian ground fire at the front line. I am, of course, open to ideas if you have any."

Miller, Frontline

"Eyes front! Look sharp! Drop 'em when you see 'em and if they get close, use the cold blade on them!" An Officer was yelling in the trenches beside the Joint Division. By chance, it seemed that the troops were a part of the 610th Guards Battalion, a Kitsune formation. Their Officer looked over at Green and nodded,
"Nice to see some of our Comrades have come to join the action," He grinned then looked to the front again. He knew that the frontline trenches, the one's filled with Coalition bodies, where being occupied right now. They were so close he could almost smell them. His troops were occupying the bunkers and turrets as he spoke, as soon as those Danaversians approached. All hell would be let loose.
As soon as he had thought that though, the screaming of shells suddenly filled his thoughts and he turned to the trench,
"Stand firm!" he yelled as the first shells exploded in the trenches. It was bad all along the line, with people being thrown around like Ragdolls. But it was worse in the Joint Division's sector, where they seemed to have been picked out for special treatment. The explosion of shells was constant and it seemed like the whole trench was engulfed in flame. Yet there was nothing anyone could do. Yet.

Colony Two

The area in front of the fortress was indeed a kill zone, and Danaversians were being cut down by the dozen. Danaversians did not scream when they died, but instead roared their defiance at their enemy. It could be an unnerving sound. However, no matter how much fire was poured into the minefield and no matter how many Danaversians were thrown in all directions, there always seemed to be more and they poured their own storm of fire up at the defending Setulanite forces, either that, or tanks came forward and began to blow them out, using their main guns to fire and the burning wreakage of their comrades for cover. They fired more and more rounds as more and more tanks got into firing range.

Up in orbit, the Barracuda's continued to pick off the Orbital guns as they fired down into the surface, locking on with their computers and firing phasers and torpedos precisely into the ground.

Nova Reginix

It did not take long for the Danaversiand to finish up the battle against the surviving Greali forces. What was left was mopped up by the Marlin warships while the smaller Barracuda's approached the planet, picking off the Defence stations, a dozen at a time. They were joined by the black-hulled and threatening Boolean Scarabs, the Battleships of the Confederacy whose size was reflected in their firepower. They did not seem to have shields but their armour soaked up the fire of the Defence stations and they were able to wipe them from this world. The same went to the thinning number of fighters, swamped by their Congor counterparts who roamed orbit of the Greali Homeworld, almost at will.

As the first Barracuda's entered orbit, their green bulk darkening many parts of the countryside, the Danaversians spoke, a simple message,
"This is the Danaversian Empire. We are now in control of this planet. Attempts at resistance will be destroyed harshly."
That was all that came from the ship. Then, droves of Danaversian Soldiers beamed to the surface, appearing in flashes of green light. They ran, a dozen at a time, into each house, smashing down the doors to look for resistance. When they found none, they merely moved on the next house. There was no looting and no pillaging. It seemed the Danaversians were behaving themselves.
For now.

Illesia City, Alversia

The Belkan would be met with clean, crisp air and the sound of a bustling City. Illesia was situated on a coastline, with long, golden beaches stretching as far as the eye could see, like a border between the city and the crystal-like sea that dissappeared over the horizon. The city was a stunning combination of steel and glass. A mixture that made every building seem to shine in the weak, winter sunlight. There were no sounds of hostility, no signs of a threat. Illesia appeared to be the perfect city. It was drizzling, and the Party that awaited the new Arrivals were already wet, though that had not seemed to dampen their spirits,
The Alversian who approached the group looked like an average Alversian, tall in height and slim build, he wore the dark red tunic of the Navy, with epilettes to show that he was an Admiral, he offered a firm salute to the Belkan,
"Welcome to Alversia, Admiral," He said in a firm but reasonable tone, "I am Admiral Christian Sorenson. The Grand Admiral sends her apologies but the war has taken another turn for the worst and she must be at her post. I shall fill in for her." There seemed to be no nerves in his voice as he spoke.

Pamp

The street fighting was harsh and bloody. Both sides took heavy casualties as the battle began to die down in some areas near the front that were already secure. The Invaders got nowhere near the important facilities before they were destroyed by the Xiscapians and Calaverans. The Danaversian tanks, escorted by flood of troops to protect them from mines or from Anti-tank weaponry, used their guns at point-blank range to blow Calaverans from their positions. The battle began to wind down. All that remained was to hunt down the remaining pockets of resistance and crush them. Another planet had fallen into enemy hands.

Greywatch Space

"It seems you do not want to co-operate," Novoax sounded disappointed, "We were hoping that you would want to help us bring this war to a close before it got any worse and, trust me, it will get much worse for you. We shall allow our clans to plot the way to victory then. Goodbye," he cut the link and looked at the Greywatchers,
"I, under the oath of diplomatic immunity, would like to return to my shuttle and be given safe passage back to our own territory."

APNHQ, Illesia, Alversia

Ashe, for what felt like the hundredth time since all this had begun, tapped in a communication to her opposite number in Rio Casa. She waited patiently for the line to be recieved and Krystal's face to appear on the screen. She looked as tired and as gaunt as she did herself. They were both under a lot of pressure, with the new news from the frontlines on the war, and the worst news of all.
When Krystal appeared, she did not acknowledge her, she did not even bow, but got straight to the point,
"You have heard of the Greali Empire?" She asked tiradely, knowing that Krystal would confirm. The Xiscapian Empire was so much closer to Greal and, with her fall, was now in the frontlines.

Belkaros

17-12-2008, 04:49

Illesia City, Alversia

Horan returned the salute and bowed, as Belkan tradition dictated.
"It is a pleasure, Admiral. I am Grand Admiral Marcus Horan. It is an honor to be welcomed into this immaculate city, but I fear time is of the essence. Let us begin the formal meeting at once. I will follow you to its location."

Greywatch

17-12-2008, 05:43

The Drone commander shook its head as the link was closed; simutaniously, several soldiers entered the docking bay, forming a circle around the entire group. It was now that Novoax would learn just how blunt Drones could be, "Request denied." That was the answer uttered by the Drone; the soldiers all lifted their weapons and the hanger doors closed. "Given the circumstances, you are far too much of a threat to my masters and the nation that they serve. Until the war comes to an end, you will not leave these borders. Now I ask that you come quietly for I would very much like to avoid unneccesary violence." The Drone's words were cool and emotionless, as if it had given the a speech several times in the past. The Drone commander simply glanced to the others. Despite the figures surrounding the group being faceless due to their visors, it was clear to the Drone that each and every one of the soldiers was uncomfortable with their weapons only being set to stun. However, that was protocol, and the Drone wouldn't argue with protocol. "Now then, shall we proceed to the conference room?" The Drone hoped they wouldn't resist, just because talks with the coalition had broken down didn't mean the FM wasn't willing to take a shot at some negotiations.

Greal

17-12-2008, 08:29

Nova Reginix

As the Danaversians were breaking down houses, an army general, commnading the small garrison walked up to one of the Danaversians and said. "Take me to your leader. I wish to discuss surrender terms." He had a sword for ceremonial purposes, and he doubt the sword was still usable.

Nova Max

The Berraxs were completely stunned by the report. Their former ruler had collapsed. A full alert was issued to the nearest planets. Their now formidable navy quickly was deployed to Laxer and plans to push them to Hurtrix so the Berraxs could at least secure the lines before their Republic was invaded and became the front lines. Callin, concerned, ordered a acceleration in the Berrax's ship building industry, which was now turning out powerful warships. The Berraxs at least had a ship building advantage that not even the Greali was able to top.

Laxer

The navy sent a medium sized fleet which took control of the powerless defensive platforms. Many Laxer residents were stunned by the fall of their empire, and now the Berraxs ruled them! A stunning turn of events. The planet was to be secured and it was officially annexed by the Berrax Republic. The Berraxs waited to see if the Danaversians were going to violate their neutrality in order to get to the Xiscapians, since Laxer was one of the crucial areas near Xiscapia's worlds.

Belkaros

24-12-2008, 04:04

OOC: Whats up gang? There seems to be a lull in the posting...

Alversia

24-12-2008, 04:08

OOC: Waiting for Setulan to post. He's not been freely available these days...

Xiscapia

26-12-2008, 22:03

Miller, Command Center...
Colonel Dui nodded, aware of the Alversian General's predicament. The only solutions she could think of involved either a large-scale bombing raid on the Danaversian army, or a 100% loss of life on any force held back to stem the tide while the rest of the Joint Division escaped. If only she had a company of Hunter-Killer droids!
"I have none," she confessed. "I only ask that you divert as many APAAF and APNAF bombers to cover our retreat as you can."
She turned her attention back to the battle.

Miller, Frontline...
Xiscapian Joint Division soldiers fell as the shells came, either killed or hitting the ground in an attempt to avoid the deadly weapons. At a certain range the armor they had been supplied with deflected shrapnel easily enough, and at close range it might only wound them, but here it was virtually point-blank and utterly lethal. The trenches were well-dug, but a direct hit could be disastrous, the only saving grace was the frequent personal and static shields deployed in place of sandbags and bunkers. These couldn't survive a direct hit either, but they simply absorbed shrapnel, leaving anyone under their cover safe. Still, the men and kitsune could only hope the enemy would either cease firing, begin to walk their shots elsewhere, or be destroyed by the Xiscapian artillery that was even now roaring a response, shells flying overhead to land in the Danaversian force.

Xiscapia, Rio Casa, XINHQ...
Krystal looked tired, as she usually did, with deep, dark circles under her eyes: No doubt it had been another long day and even longer night for her. She wasn't so exhausted that she didn't notice her counterpart's lack of respect, but was weary enough not to say anything of it: Non-kitsune, even close allies, deserved some slack now and then, traditions and customs be damned.
"I heard," she said heavily. "All communications ceased about a standard hour ago. We have received a small fleet that claims to be the only survivors from a massive Danaversian assault on Nova Reginix, a Battleship, a couple of cruisers, a few destroyers and frigates and a handful of strike craft, under the command of Admiral Jetux Reton. Nova Max reports it has received a few freighters and civilian craft who also say they are from Nova Reginix, carrying several thousand displaced Greali citizens. We have turned the XIII Fleet, that is the ships we captured from Greal, over to the Berrax Republic for defense and peacekeeping duties, and they in turn have captured the formerly Greali world of Laxer while the Galactic Imperial forces were concentrated at Nova Reginix. At the moment, Laxer and Nova Max are the only things between the Danaversians at Nova Reginix and the Kitsune Empire.'

News disclosed, Krystal continued. "I do not believe we can take Nova Reginix back from the Danaversians: We do not have the ships nor troops. Our immediate concentration should be in defending the worlds we still possess, but keep our borders open for any more military remnants or civilians who escape. We will set up a rescue for those left on Nova Reginix once the current situations are resolved or, Qonn forbid, the war ends, if there is anyone left once the Danaversians are done with it."

Xiscapia, Palace...
I remember I was not always this angry.
Once, a long time ago, no scars could be found on my body or mind. Once, a long time ago, I had not hand nor wanted the power that I am blessed and cursed with.
Once, a long time ago, I was happy.
Now, no longer.
Now I have more scars on my flesh and soul than I can count, now I have this power, this ungodly power that tortures others from without and me from within, now the rage and fury builds inside me and I can contain it no longer, for no one, not even my own uncle, can look upon me without regret and sadness.
Now, she is gone.

I board my ship under no cover, without any pretense, and take off, brushing aside inquiries from the planet of my father. She had been my anchor, my chain, my place of solitude and sanity and even happiness and contentment. When I was with her, I felt no need to kill or maim or destroy, she was the music that soothed the savage beast within me.
But now I am alone.
That world was under the iron fist of those who had made my life hell, they had been a part of the plot to destroy me, and they were wrecking their barbaric ways on the galaxy once again, creating others like me.
But I am the only one with my power.
The trip was short, but time has no meaning to me, and I sat above the blue-green world, gazing upon it and the multitudes of ships and soldiers that blackened the face of the planet.
And I felt the rage continue to build.

A Battleship was in my path, demanding identification and that I stand down and prepare to be boarded. I wave my hand and the ship splits apart, spilling the interior out into space, tearing apart under the force of my anger. I glide on though, past struggling bodies and fragments of metal, down, down, down, to the surface. Those who would think themselves my masters were about to be proven wrong, and at a great price. The others here, they are but those who have not yet had time to raise their hands against me. They care nothing for me, they sought to destroy me and my kind, and they deserve only death.
Kill them all.

Alversia

26-12-2008, 23:43

Miller, Command Post

Macklin nodded grimly, "We'll do what we can, but there can be no garuntees. The Danaversians are putting heavy pressure upon all our forces on the surface. We are withdrawing to the best of our abilities, trying to minimise losses for both the Military and the Civilian population. But you and I know that both can't happen at the same time. I can assure you that both Air Services will do everything within their power and several things outside of it to safeguard your Battalion." He looked back at the artillery bombardment, watching as the camera disappeared in a blast of smoke and flames, before returning an image of the Joint Division being pounded to within an inch of it's life,
"God Damnit!," Macklin snapped and turned to face one of the junior Officers in the Command Post, "Where is our damned Artillery? Get me Carson on the line. Tell him I want some Counter-Battery Operations now"

"Yes Sir," The Officer saluted before turning to one of the Consoles and quickly typing in a message. Macklin strode to the device and began to talk into it.

Miller, Frontline

The bombardment continued without relentment, fire falling all around the Joint Division and the 610th. The shells seemed to come in great volleys, knocking out shields left right and centre. The Guard Kitsune were in their trenches, huddled down against the explosions, trusting the earthworks of the Pioneers to protect them from the Danaversian onslaught. One or two troops stood with their heads above the trench wall, risking the shells to spot a Danaversian assualt trying to sneak up under the covering fire of the artillery. But there was none. The Danaversians were satisfied to let the Coalition troops burn under the bombardment.
For the moment.

APNHQ, Illesia City

"A sound plan," Ashe nodded in approval, her mind not really on the Kitsune in front of her but on her tactical map, lists and lists of intel running through her head, trying to make sense of the numbers, to try and create a sound plan that could win this battle for them. But it was not happening. She only had so many ships to command and she could rival the Danaversian numbers. Try as she might and she had spent days doing exactly that, she could not find a surefire plan to end this war. It dragged out in the future for her like a horizon. She could not see it ending soon, she prayed it could, but it seemed it would not.

"For the moment, we remain on the defensive," She nodded again and sighed, before looking up, revealing bloodshot eyes and gaunt features, "There is nothing else we can do," She was silent for a moment, all signs of life or enthusiasm gone, before giving a final nod,
"Good luck, Admiral," She sighed, before cutting off the link. She turned back to the map,
"There has to be a way"

Greywatch Space

"Very well," Novoax nodded and followed the Drone with a rather surprised expression. He had thought that, once the meeting with the other Nations in the Coalition had broken down, that would be the end of his attempts. Yet it seemed not,
"Are you willing to converse with us?" He asked in surprise.

Illesia City, Alversia

"Of course, Admiral" Sorenson nodded, "Please follow me," He was led through the lush, green gardens of the APNHQ, towards the large, ornate, marble building that was surrounded by uniforms of every colour and rank from the Alversian Armed Forces, there were polite smiles and salutes as the Admiral led his Belkan counterpart into the large and beautifully finished building. After seven floors of offices and people working, the Belkan was led to a conference room with a long table, many chairs, a large screen along one wall and a beautifully panoramic view of Illesia in the dawn along another. Sorenson indicated to a chair,
"Please have a seat Sir?"

Nova Reginix

The Danaversian looked at the General and nodded. It was clear, from his armour and size that he was an important member of the Invading force, he may even have been a General, behind him were many Danaversian troops, who eyed up the Greali , with a great distrust,
"Very well," He growled, "Total surrender, no objections"

Elsewhere, several troops, already drunk looked up at Silvertooth and growled something drunkenly in Danaversian. Trying to make sense of the words, one of them staggered closer to Silvertooth, like he wasn't actually there.

Space, near Xiscapian Empire

The space near the Xiscapian border was silent for the moment. Though for how long it would stay like this was an unknown question for the Danaversians were edging closer and closer to the Xiscapian Empire with each victory and each triumph. The mighty Greali Empire was gone, the Berrax would not stand for long against the might of Danaversia and the Calaverans were a similiar case. It would not be long.

However, for the moment, there were things that were needed. Three ships were droning slowly into Xiscapian space, invisible to sensors and scanners alike and nearly unfindable in the long, cold and unseeing confines of space. Few people in the Coalition would recognise them, only those who had gone deep into Danaversian space to rescue the Kitsune spy Yoki from Danaversian sex slavery would recognise. Big, black, with no lights and seemingly no weapons. They moved slowly into Xiscapian space. Their goal, the Cholk System

Greywatch

28-12-2008, 06:21

The Drone nodded, "My masters foresaw the talks with the Coalition failing and so we had a backup plan. Though, to be clear, you should know that I and the members of my group are not necessarily Greywatchers. While we occupy their space and work along side them, we are a seperate group. You may refer to us as the Forbidden Ministry." The Drone led Novoax and company to a lift and which promptly made its way upward as soon as everyone was on board. "Greywatch handed us responsibility for watching over you and working with you until this war was over. We believe we may be able to offer you another way at changing your government." The lift stopped and the doors opened, the Drone led the group into and through the new set of halls. Within a few minutes, the group entered the conference room; a large, white room on the with a large table in the center of it with several chairs ready to be seated upon. The Drone looked around after leading the Danaversians in, "Hmm, seems they're a tad late. Take a seat and get comfortable, they'll be here any moment. In the meantime, would you like anything to eat or drink? We want your stay to be comfortable and while I'm not too certain our chefs can perfectly replicate a meal from your homeworld, they're certainly willing to try."

Setulan

28-12-2008, 21:19

ooc: hey all, sorry that I haven't been here...I had to leave for the holidays.
IC:

Miller, Front

Green nodded to the Kitsune.
"Always nice to see friendly faces." He had barely gotten the line out when the Danaversian shells started to fall.
It was bad, real bad. Colonel Green was a hell of a soldier, and was justifiably proud about it, but the fact was that he had never before been subject to such heavy fire. In simulations, yes; but with the exceptions of the battle for Colony 1, all of his enemies had been loyalists in their mountain boltholes or in orbit, where artillery was second to the sheer balls of the combat infantryman...and air support, of course.
This, now...this was something else.
"Hold the line!" He shouted into his vox. "Let the cowardly bastards through what they have against us, we'll make the pox-covered whores pay for it with their lifes blood!"
All around, troops were cowering in their holes and trenches. For the time, nobody seemed to be breaking, and with elite troops such as these, it would take a long time for that to happen...but no fire seemed to be returned.
"Dui!" he called into his link, "We need to suppress those big guns ASAP, they're killing us!"
To his right, a Beachead suffered a hit to its tread, blowing the track segment away. With the lethal hail of shrapnel singing through the air, there was nothing to be done to fix it.
Cursing, Green hunkered down and waited for Dui to call in some fast movers.

Colony 2

The kill zone soon became carpeted with corpses to the point that the Danaversians were tripping over their own dead in haste to reach the fortress. The troops inside stoically blazed away as small arms joined the fray, the bullets making a virtual wall of lead that mowed down the amphibians like wheat before a scythe...but still, they moved forward.

Tenfour

Marchamp moved forward sedately, but his excitement was clear.
"Flak ship," he observed. "Seems like it would be great for interdiction of smugglers too." He ran a hand over the smooth metal of the side.
"What kind of weapons does she have?"

Xiscapia

29-12-2008, 02:17

OOC: See Al? Told you he didn't abandon us!
Although Set, it would be nice to have some warning first, if possible. Paddy was starting to think you'd dropped out.

IC:
Command Post...

"Qonnfuckingdamnit," Dui snarled over the vox. Her own artillery didn't appear to be affecting the Danaversian guns in the slightest, and the Division was getting torn up something fierce while the Alversians scrambled to set up counter-battery weapons. They were taking too long!
Dui switched channels. "Blue One though Four, elevate to a thousand feet and target those Danaversian guns. We need 'em taken out, and fast."
Bomber runs or even heavier mechs would have been favorite, but the APNAF and APAAF seemed to be tied up in their own battles and the Division possessed no larger mecha. Dui made a mental note to get those HAMs she'd been promised and request a XIN strike craft group be deployed so the Joint Division could have air support when it needed it.

Frontline...

The two LAM that had replaced the Beachead tank fired their thrusters and began to rise up, achieving the necessary height in seconds. The four mecha were all hovering now, allowing their targeting computers to paint the distant artillery pieces, informing them of the precise coordinates they would need. Now their single beam cannon leveled and each fired off a first salvo, followed by a second and third volley not ten seconds later. The lasers would be impossible to intercept, and if the artillery happened to have shields they would keep pounding them until the heavies had been turned into twisted, smoking ruins.

Tenfour...
"Indeed, as various criminal elements gain access to larger, deadlier ships regular Customs patrol craft are becoming increasingly vulnerable." Nakamoto agreed. "The Marchamp class is armed with one Magnetic Accelerator Cannon, mounted on the bow, two Heavy Laser Guns, one opposite the port side and the other the starboard, four Light Laser Guns, two attached to the Heavy batteries, one at the stern and one on the belly, forty Anti-Ship turrets, each capable of Diamond fire, spread over the surface of the frigate, twenty to the belly and twenty on the top and fifteen Ion Cannons, dispersed with the AS weapons. Included with each AS turret is an under-slung railgun, in case lasers are ineffective and to give the PDs a little extra punch."

Cholk System...
The 'cloaked' ships were spotted because of their gravity wells but dismissed as asteroids, bearing characteristics closer to floating space rocks than to a Danaversian or other enemy vessel. The Cholk star system was the most heavily defended after the Xiscapian one, with even more defense platforms than the Wuin System, and it's own guardian fleet comprised of the intimidating Alversian class Star Dreadnought Jade and her escorting fleet of two Cruisers, two Destroyers and a medical frigate. At the moment the nearly ten mile long vessel was in orbit over the planet, along with the Cruiser Dark Star and the hospital ship Silver Song while the other Cruiser Xiscapia and the Destroyers Lace and Liberator made their usual patrols, the Lace making the readings on the Boolean vessels but declining to report in on them. The system was in a state of heightened alert because of the war, but Cholk had only ever been attacked once and the Xiscapians were confident the presence of the fleet-killing Star Dreadnought was enough to scare the Danaversians away.

Nova Reginix...
I stared at the Danaversians as they came towards me, staggering and winding without coordination, looking as though they weren't aware of anything around them. I began to breath faster in anticipation and I could feel my scarred flesh moving up and down in time with my inhales and exhales. It hurt slightly, reminding me of the beatings I had endured under Jorga's men, under the Danaversians and the Calaverians...and my father. The worst part was that James Rose had never lost control when he hit me, every action had been precise and thought-out with cruel intelligence.
He'd never been drunk!

The Danaversians would slowly notice that the buildings and urban areas around them had vanished, replaced by walls of darkness on all sides. Even in their state, fear began to creep into their minds. What had happened to all the bright lights? Where was the comforting noise of the city? Then one of them vanished with a bitten-off cry, sucked away into the darkness. The leader looked around blearily, trying to distinguish anything in the gloom. "What's happening?" He mumbled. "What is that?"
There was a rush of something moving fast though the cold air and another of his comrades screamed in terror, followed by indistinct whispers and the sound of flesh being ripped from bone.
"What is happening!" The sergeant screamed. "What is it!? Why-"
Then he too let out a screech of pain and horror as he was dragged away, swallowed up by the unnatural night.

I came out moments later, pulling back my hood, slowly making my way out of the alley. The main city of Greal had been smoggy, dirty and full of people, and the only thing that had changed was that the citizens were now all inside, replaced by Danaversian troops and war machines. I cared not for any around me, the time was not yet ripe for their annihilation and I only needed to wait for the evilness of this world to be confirmed. Then I would strike, and they would all die, just like the drunken squad, and maybe I would finally be at peace. Perhaps releasing all my fury upon them would quench this hunger and extinguish my power, then, maybe, I would rest.

Alversia

01-01-2009, 05:41

Miller, Command Post

As Dui ordered about her Mechs, Macklin was leaning on the map, looking over the troop deployments of both sides, the latest information that could be gleamed from sensors. At the moment, it seemed depressing. The Coalition line was perilously thin while the Danaversian numbers seemed to be growing and growing. If he wanted to get anything out of this battle, he had only one option available to him.

He turned to face Dui, hearing the deep rumbling that signalled Carter's co-operation and the Alversian heavy artillery was finally coming into action against the Danaversian gun positions. Finally, but he had to break the news,

"Commander Dui," He sighed, "We need to speed up the evacuation process. It won't be long before the Danaversians have enough troops to break through us with ease and wipe out everything that we have left. To prevent that, we need to speed up the rate of evacuation. I have a plan but it is horribly risky and it will put your troops in the most danger. On the other hand, it will allow the bulk of the remaining Defenders to escape."

He turned to the map and pointed,

"This bombardment will continue for maybe another hour or so, the Danaversians are attempting to soften us up. In the meantime, there is a high possibility that they won't even be watching our lines until it's time for their next offensive, which won't occur until the bombardment stops. I propose that Stage three of our withdrawal takes place now. The troops withdraw to the third line and four Battalions evacuate now. You can fall back to the third line, complete with extensive underground networks and bunkers. We can then be in position to repel the next Danaversian assualt."

Macklin finished the plan and grimaced, "The risks involved are immense, if the Danaversians catch us in the open, then a slaughter will take place, but at the current rate of Deployment, the Danaversians will outnumber us by 20:1 and no troops, no matter how will trained will stand against those odds."

Miller, Frontline

The explosions continued unabated all along the Coalition line, but the heaviest fire was reserved for the Joint Division and the Guards 610th, where the explosions were almost constant and never ending. There wasn't much the troops in the frontlines could do but wait until the explosions were finished and the next wave of Danaversian troops and tanks came flooding into the trenches and bunkers to swamp them. Kitsune of the Guards Battalion huddled in the well built defences, shielded from the worst of the blasts by their armour and defences. Kitsune checked their armour, checked their weapons, checked their katanas and prayed to Qonn to spare them in the upcoming battle.

Meanwhile, several hundred miles from the action on the frontline, a long line of Alversian artillery guns, crewed by a combination of Alversian Gunners and Mechanical aides, which did the loading and moved the gun while Alversians aimed and fired. The guns had been looking out into the open ground, waiting to pound the next Danaversian assualt as it came through the open plains between the abandoned first line and the second line. Now though, it seemed they had a new target.
"...very good, Sir!" The Commander of the guns yelled into his vox, unable to hear over the noises emanating from the smoke filled horizon that indicated a battlezone. Their area of Miller was green, with blue skys and crammed with troopships and ammunition dumps for the Artillery detachments,
The Commander turned to the line of guns and tapped into their network,
"Right lads!" He called into it, "We have a new target. Troddies are being turned into smears by Dan Artillery. We need to give them a break. Lick it!"

The Alversian guns were realigned, charge propellant was rammed into the top of the guns while a Gunner used the Probes in space to locate the Danaversian guns, each resembling a giant shawn-off shotgun. Once he was satisfied that he had found the target, he locked the targeter and waited until the gun had moved itself into position. He made a final check, cut the hearing to his helmet and hit the fire button.

Following the almighty roar, every gun fired almost in unison, making the very ground shake like a mighty earthquake. Once the guns had fired, the reloadinf procedure could begin again.

At the frontline, the effects of the Artillery counter-battery fire had an immediate effect. The fire of the Danaversians seemed to slacken, if only for a moment, before flaring up again, as loud as ever, hitting the Coalition trench again. The Danaversians were deploying new Batteries for every one destroyed by the Alversians.

APS Catalan, Alversian VII Fleet, Miller Orbit

"C'mon damnit, c'mon" Admiral Joey Barton sighed in frustration as he watched another half dozen Danaversian Troopships break orbit and head down to the planet. From what his sensors were telling him, the battle for the surface was fierce. In space, however, the fleet was relatively quiet. The Danaversians had yet to reach this side of the planet's orbit, preferring to consolidate their gains on one side before advancing in a swarm to swamp any Alversian Defences remaining above the Surface. For the moment though, that caution, combined with ruthless APNAF Fighter patrols were keeping any prying Danaversians away. The APAAF was similiarly engaged, hitting the landing zones to prevent as much equipment as possible reaching the front and causing havoc. Barton knew how to fight these Danaversians. He had commanded a Battlecruiser in the last war and he knew what he was about when fighting these fish. Sadly his record wasn't exactly...clean.

He turned to the Observer on his Bridge. A Kitsune with, he was told, considerable power, yet he did not know who he was and, at the moment, he did not care. All he cared about was getting as many Alversian Service personnel as possible from this debacle. He turned to him,
"What do you think of this situation?" He asked, supposing he might as well involve this person in the retreat.

Colony Two

The Danaversians were being cut down in droves, whole strings would fall apart as they were hit by the resultant fire from the Setulan defenders. This did not put the Danaversians off though and slowly they were gaining ground. Artillery had deployed now, well outside the range of the fortress but continuing to smash into the fort's mountainious walls and aiming for specific fire-points, to make them either useless or so exposed so as to be useless to the Defenders. The Danaversians were sweating blood for every step taken but it was not enough, the first Danaversians were already making it to the base of the walls and were preparing to blow their way in.

It was now only a matter of time before the front fell.

Cholk System

The Boolean vessels continued on their journey, the three Scarab Battleships droning slowly though Xiscapian space, heading into the heart of one of the Xiscapian Empire's key systems. The Booleans were not stupid, they had scanned the defences and they saw the range of firepower arrayed against them. Had they a Boolean fleet with them, then they would have been confident, if not only for the Stinger ships but as their ships could contend with almost anything in this Coalition, certainly anything in their class. They were the most common Ships in the Boolean Navy and three of them were now at Cholk in the Cholk system.

The problem with detecting the Boolean vessels, aside from their refractive armour, of course, was their colour. There were no lights on six sides of the warship, with only the underside having pale lights that could easily be confused for stars in the general chaos of space. Aside from that, their hulls were the deepest, darkest black, almost invisible to the naked eye and almost impossible to see if one did not know where to look. That was their time now and their advantage.

As they entered reached Cholk itself, they scanned the planet itself for the first time, seeing it's cities and it's main installations. They also saw the defences and saw, to their immense relief that the Xiscapian Naval forces defending the planet were on the other side of the planet, in it's orbit. The Booleans were not in orbit but just above it, turning their flanks to the planet, still taking readings as to where their main guns were to be aimed.

As soon as these had been updated and key territories had been located, the concealed Boolean guns opened fire on the planet.

Strings of blue plasma was emitted from dozens of guns along the flanks of each battleship. The string impacted hard on the planet's surface, hitting everything from military installations to civil control centres. All were hit with precise and worrying accuracy. Curiously though, Emergency Services such as the Hospitals and Fire Stations were not touched neither where the suburban areas of the city. Such was the rate of fire that some shots went off target and hit the Governor's palace. These were not the only places were hit, as AS guns on the surface were also hit by this mighty bombardment. The Booleans were raging war on the Xiscapian Empire.

Greywatch Space

"Oh?" Novoax seemed surprised by the statement and shook his slimy head quickly, accidently spraying the Drones in this substance. Of course, he doubted that these 'Drones' as it where did not have many objections or feelings towards this mistake. Of course, he was fascinated by them. He wondered what they were like, if they were grown or cloned. He was also disappointed. He had hoped to see more of this 'Coalition'. To see it's peoples for the first time, not in some Danaversian propaganda or news caste but in the flesh, to see someone outside Naval Uniform and someone who did not kill for the a living, He had wanted to see their cities, to see their planets, to see if their people placed as much emphasis on this war as his own did.

As he was led into the Conference room, he shook his head again politely,
"Thank you, no," he smiled, "Our diets are somewhat...difficult to emulate and I doubt we would like any of your solid food. Of course, we forsaw this problem and ate enough to keep us going for a week, if not two, standard military procedure." he smiled again, then shook his head,
"I appreciate your enthusiasm, but We do not want to remove the Makeira," As he said it, every Danaversian in the room put their forefinger to their foreheads in a religious like manner, "We merely want to kill as many Warriors as possible while preserving as many of our own people as possible. We would prefer as little destruction to Government and Infastructure as possible. To do that, we need to know your military movements and, in return, we shall give you ours."

Nova Reginix

The Danaversians died almost without a sound. However, their deaths had attracted quite a number of nearby Danaversians who swarmed into the area to kill Silvertooth. These were Danaversians. They were not afraid of the lone Kitsune. It didn't matter what he did to them and it didn't matter how they died. They were the Danaversian Warriors. They slept with death every night and they were not afraid of it in any manner. This Bekko could do what they want.

Lune, Xiscapia

"There has to be a way!"

The Kitsune female shook her head in asperation at the calculations in front of her, an entire blackboard full of advanced computations and theories and algorithms to try and find a way to create an FTLi field that would permit the use of all Coalition FTL drives but deny the same privilage to the Danaversians and Booleans. What could be done? She had tried to calcuate to what level the Space-Time Enhancers should be modified to allow the others forces in the Coalition to travel. This was found to be a dead-end as any variance that allowed all of the Coalition to travel also permitted the Danaversians to travel and it was therefore pointless.

The Kitsune Scientist pushed a strand of hair out of her face, a lone strand of deep black hair that had gotten free of her long ponytail. What could she do? She liked to think that this was her area of expertise, but to create a field to permit all but two types of drive looked impossible, like trying to reverse a floodgate to allow most of it through and only take out the few that did not make the grade. Impossible was too small for the task she faced. She needed assistance.
She turned to find one of her Collegues, many of the Scientists who now worked for the Government on military or civil works. At the moment, all of those intellectual resources were focused on the production of ways to gain victory in this war which was already costing her Empire dear.
"Ginta!" She called, finally spotting the Kitsune she was looking for, "Can you help me with this?" The cute little Female asked, yellow, vulpine eyes on the Male.

North Calaveras

01-01-2009, 06:31

Emperors quarters

Kash reappeared " Sorry I didn't finish our last conversation, I was rather busy. You might be glad to know that the Universal Government is out of the Danaversian war...well, mostly. I will be dedicating the Marathon to your fight, although to where you need her is up to you." Kash smiled as he jumped onto the Emperors bed and put his hands behind his head, giving a sigh. It might have seemed childish for him to do such a thing, but it wasn't like he was ruining the bed, it would be back to normal once he left, not even a DNA trace would be on the thing.

Xiscapia

01-01-2009, 22:03

Miller, Command Post...

"Been listening in on Colonel Green's vox transmissions, 'ave ya?" Dui smiled, turning to the man as the Alversian artillery bellowed their reply, "General, we're taking a huge risk just being here, never mind being the Rearguard. At this point the only way we could make things more dangerous is if we were all to drop our drawers and waggle our tails at the enemy. All I can say is that you'd better be damned sure the Danaversians won't be watching us," her expression turned serious, "or it'll be the blood of the Joint-Division on your hands. I'll give the order."

She keyed in her vox. "Colonel? Looks like you got your wish. You have orders to pull the Division back to the third phase line and fortify it ASAP so the Alvo can evac more troops."

Miller, Frontline...

The mecha kept up their aerial assault, picking off enemy guns even as they came forward, but to no apparent avail: There must have been hundreds of Danaversian pieces waiting. Down below kitsune dug deep into their foxholes, irony not lost on them, and crouched behind portable shields, content to wait and pray for now even as they were shrouded by smoke and showered by dirt and blood from their wounded and dead comrades.

APS Catalan, Alversian VII Fleet, Miller Orbit...

"What do I think? My dear Admiral," the speech was flowery, but the tone oily and almost mocking, "I am surely not as experienced or knowledgeable about this," a hand flipped in the direction of a view screen showing the land battle, "mmm, atrocious mess, as you. Any opinion I could offer would merely be laced with the distaste of of combat and war in general."

The kitsune (http://redderz.deviantart.com/art/The-Perfect-Gentleman-15936249) leaned on his cane, every inch an aristocrat, watching the shelling with hungry eyes. "Still, it is of my thoughts that Coalition time and forces would be better spent defending what it already has, rather than what it has already lost. One should fight a war like one fights a duel: Every move and strike carefully orchestrated, with your foe reacting to you, rather than all this rushing about trying to save noncombatants and acting so heavily on defense."
A smile. "But that is merely the tactics of one old nobleman, perhaps not befitting for millions of young men and women like yourself." Strange, for his listener was not youthful, but the Xiscapian didn't appear to think he had made an error.

Cholk System...

The Booleans would only have time for a single salvo before the planetary sensors detected the shots and the shield activated and spread over the world of Himp, absorbing the majority of their fire easily. However three areas were struck: A military airbase outside the city of Saki, a battery of AS guns, and the Governor's mansion. The hardened buildings and relative inactivity at the base resulted in little damage and no deaths, but the nearby AA weapons were annihilated, wounding two coordination operators with third-degree burns. The Mansion was the hardest hit: Having no latent defenses, being in the middle of Saki, there was nothing stopping the plasma from simply collapsing a portion of the structure.
Part of the damaged area was the recovery chamber.

Governor Vist's story was one of woe: Shot down with her Shadow Ops insertion team over Korrilia at the end of the War, she was the only one to survive and sustained severe, exceedingly painful burns over seventy percent of her body. She had been appointed to her post by the Emperor himself, who once said that her injuries had not only burned her skin, but gone straight to her soul and planted there a fire like none other he had ever seen: The will of a patriot to defend her nation, and prevent something like this from ever happening again. Vist (http://media.photobucket.com/image/shiek/Killafem/SHIEK.jpg?o=) had to be brought up to the medical frigate Silver Song ever month for reparation to the tissue damage and skin grafts for the wounds she had received over a decade ago. The kitsune had been in the recovery room, lying in a pool of soothing oil when the strike hit, nearly killing her as the room fell in, saved only by her reflexes and presence of mind. She stood now in the middle of the wreckage, clothed in nothing more than her own short blond hair, burns clearly visible: The left half her head was little more than a twisted sable coating of scars and burns, much of her tail was blackened, her legs had long streaks of charred flesh over them, her back a network of scorched flesh. Normally she kept herself almost completely covered, for it disturbed most to look upon the damage, and it caused her terrible suffering if they were exposed to open air in an uncontrolled environment.

Her tear ducts had been fractured during the crash, and she was too proud to scream, so there was nothing for her to do to relieve her agony but shake, every movement like being stabbed. Gripped by her malady she fell to her knees, head rising to look up into the pale blue sky, past which she knew those who would dare assault her and her planet sat, voice like the rasping of a demon:
"Destroy them!"

Cholk Orbit...

"Jaunt drive engaging now, sir."
The kitsune Rear Admiral glanced over to his Executive Officer as the XIW Jade (http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/Star%20Wars/eclipsessd.jpg) slipped though the portal that would send her in seconds to the other side of the planet. Admiral Sor, normally the one in command of the defending fleet of the Cholk Star System, had been recalled to Xiscapia, undoubtedly due to the war. The Jade and her escort had been left in the capable hands of Rear Admiral Kika, promoted since the Greali conflict from Captain to Rear Admiral, and now, for the first time since he and most of the XIN had fought the SASM out in that lonely stretch of space, he would actually be able to use the weapons of the behemoth Star Dreadnought. "What's our status?"
"All systems are operating within the acceptable fluctuation range."
Of course, with a vessel as large as the Jade it made some very strange anomalies, and literally constant maintenance was needed to keep the warship up and running.

"Very good." He turned his attention back to the viewscreen in front of the command chair which now displayed the area of space where the attack had originated from. There was a moment of silence before his Scanning Officer spoke.
"Sir, I've got no readings...wait, three unidentified gravity wells at bearing 09001245."
The Executive Officer squinted, eyes turning to mere slits, trying to make out of the enemy. "So they wanna play Silly Buggers now do they..."
"Hmmm," Kika smiled, amused, silver ears twitching. "Our scanners don't pick them up, but aside from that, gravity wells notwithstanding, I assure you they are quite visible. Look," he pointed to the viewscreen. "See those stars there?"
The X.O. frowned. "Yes..."
"Now look to the immediate right of them and tell me what you see."
The Xiscapian did so. "Umm, well, all I see is space..." He trailed off, then his eyes widened. "Of course!"
"It's elementary, really," Kika was still smiling. "Obviously those areas where we cannot see any stars must be occupied by the enemy, for they will be blocking the background from our view. Theirs is a strange armor, surely, but ultimately I'm afraid they've assumed us rather, ahem, stupid."

The X.O. looked to his superior. "Shall I prime the weapons, sir?" He asked with some relish.
"Do so," Kika nodded, staring at one of the black patches that represented a Boolean ship. "Fire the Main Cannon at the nearest target, then have the closest batteries acquire the other two ships and destroy them."
"It will be done."
The first Boolean Scarab had no warning and no chance: The blast from the Superlaser didn't even leave any visible debris floating in space, all matter having been atomized. The others were targeted by mere hundreds of the one hundred thousand plus weapons the Jade possessed, and a second Scarb was obliterated, heavy armor shredded as though it was paper. The last craft made a run for it, droning away as fast as it could, and Kika held up a hand as his First Officer was about to give the order to take out. "Let him go," he said softly. "We need to start rescue and repair operations down on the surface, and it will do good to put a little fear in their hearts when he goes back to his masters to tell them we killed two ships with one salvo each."

Xiscapia, City of Lune...
Ginta (http://yami0204.deviantart.com/art/ShinRa-Research-Scientist-Huan-30798880) looked up from the other side of the room where he and a couple lab assistants stood over a strange looking contraption that was somewhat reminiscent of an ancient machine gun, complete with iron (made of plastic) sights. "Eh?"
The tall, gangley scientist stepped across the laboratory which was shared by himself and Emma as they researched, experimented and invented under contract for the Kitsune Empire. He was mainly responsible for designing and developing new methods of Propulsion and Weaponry, although his interests spanned a wide array of subjects including xenobiology, psychology and physics.

Now he bent and looked at the chalkboard, examining the scribbled algorithms and calculations there. "Hmm," he erased one part with his thumb and began writing with hurried strokes, "if you take out this coefficient here, and add this bit here, and..."
A minute later he had radically changed portions of the equations while leaving others untouched, looking hard at it, brow furrowed. "I think that's right..." He muttered, and then there was a tremendous crash from across the room and one of his assistants looked up, grinning widely. "Doctor, we've done it!" He cried.
"You have!?" Ginta immediately abandoned the board and trotted over to his previous position, looking at the chair the device had been aimed at. The object had all but collapsed, legs bent, and Ginta poked it lightly. The plastic and metal crumbled into dust, and Ginta grinned. "By Qonn, it worked!"
The weapon fired a specialized beam which, upon striking an object, caused all the atoms inside the target to break their atomic bonds and spread out, turning it into nothing before the eyes of the user. The other, slower but more damaging setting caused atoms inside a solid to achieve maximum entropy in which any movement would cause the degradation and eventual collapse of the affected mass.

"What shall we call it?" asked the other kitsune.
"Well..." Ginta looked down at the weapon. "I dub it the Randomized Efficient Amplified Particle Entropy Ray!"
The two up-and-coming scientists shared a sympathetic look from Emma. "Yeah..." said one doubtfully. "Catchy."
"It's the Crusher, or Heat Gun, depending on the setting," muttered the other. "More of a Death Ray, really."
"What a cliche-"
"Hey! Wait a minute! Randomized Efficent Amplified Particle Entropy Ray! R.E.A.P.E.R.!"
"That's brilliant-"
But Ginta had already wandered back to Emma, examining data scrolling down a computer screen concerning the Boolean variant of the Transwarp Drive. "Made any progress?"

Xiscapia, Orbit...

"Grand Admiral, I'm not entirely convinced-"
"Then you'd better get convinced really fast," Krystal snapped.
Admiral Sor recoiled from his superior's irritation. So began Operation Grace, perhaps the most ambitious, and certainly one of the largest deployments of force in the entire war, which, if all went well, would not in fact involve any combat. Ten massive, many miles long and wide but unarmed and poorly armored colony ships, each capable of holding a hundred million people, with an entire fleet of transports, merchantmen and frigates following, was to make for Nova Reginix immediately. They would travel without an escort and would rely on speed alone to help them achieve their goal.
Something Sor was not comfortable with.

"With all due respect, ma'am, the second the Danaversians detect us they'll send a fleet, and we will not be able to outrun them. This is a suicide mission!"
Krystal sighed, image wavering slightly on the holoscreen. "Admiral Sor, do you trust me?"
The other, a dark skinned kitsune with deep brown hair, hesitated for a moment, looking at the white-furred Xiscapian. "Yes ma'am."
"Then do as I say, and I assure you, you shall not lose a single ship."
Sor swallowed. Even going up against Calaverian Observers during the Calaverian War, he had never been this afraid. He bowed. "As you wish, Grand Admiral."
Minutes later he was on board his 'flagship', the colony vessel Mission of Mercy, floating in space, the other nine ships and many hundreds of smaller craft, some capable of holding only a dozen passengers, others with the capacity for thousands, spread out behind him.
"Three...two...one...mark!"

Nova Reginix...
"Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force."
―Darth Vader

I stood steady, my face in shadow, identity concealed from those who would wish to destroy me. They charged, and died, as one, cut down by my blade, blood filling the cracks in the street, corpses sprawled on the paths and walks and in the gutters, dead for nothing. I barely took heed of the enemy as I walked, idly killing with a slash here or a stab there, sweeping them aside like the insignificant insects they were, but the whole time I was drinking my fill of death. The rage was seething inside of me, howling and crying and clawing in my belly, wracking my body. My chest heaved, air sucked in and spat back out, tail whipping this way and that, and my teeth were bared in a feral grin, chin on my chest, and I felt more and more and more began to come my way, thousands of soldiers with their tanks and guns and planes and bayonets, on their way to kill me in this very city.
The taste of their determination was bitter-sweet in my mouth.

My muscles began to flex, limbs clenching almost involuntarily, and my breathing grew faster and faster. There were almost here.
But then...
The smile of an infant, the laughing of children, baking bread, tired happiness...
I staggered, caught off guard, the images hitting me like blows.
What?
A lilting, quiet voice, unmistakably feminine and familiar, echoed though my mind:
Hold on, don't let go yet...
My eyes widened even as I struck my first assailant.
You!

The Xiscapian fleet appeared close to the planet, "above" the Danaversian armada, and without any sort of ado or hesitation they fired their cannons. But rather than lasers, railguns or plasma, these were beaming platforms, lifting up hundreds of thousands of Greali civilians in seconds, targeting any bio signature that didn't have a Danaversian reading. The high military commanders, politicians and many soldiers, it could be seen, were left behind, the old government abaondoned while the people ascended up into the ships of the rescuers. As Sor had predicted warships began to pivot and glide towards them, weapons charged, able to rip apart even the great colony ships. He stared out at them as they advanced, cautious at first but faster as they realized there were no military craft with them, and he was unable to do anything about it.
Qonn help us.

The pain was nearly unbearable now, it felt as though some monster was trying to break free of the cage of flesh, bone and blood that was me, and my face contorted and twisted in torment and anger as I backed away from the masses of Danaversian troops.
Just a little longer...
"Rahhh!" I gave a short cry, gritting my teeth, spasming as I sought to contain it all, to keep my power within me for a while more.

"That's it!" An officer on the bridge of the Mission of Mercy yelled. "That's all of them!"
"Too late..." Sor whispered as the Marlins, Barracudas and other assorted enemys entered firing range.

Let it out!
I needed no further encouragement.
Lips curling back I attacked forth, slaughtering over a hundred before they had time to realize what had happened, driving the rest back.

"YAAAOOWWH!"

In moments I was soaked in purple blood and a carpet of bodies so thick you could walk across them without ever touching the ground for many yards had formed around me.

The slaying at Bodom from so long ago
Still carry a secret, of which nobody knows
A seed that was planted as the night turned to dawn
Will now bring me to life as the reaper's spawn

They sent more and more and more but this only fed me and kept me going, and soon enough they began to turn and run, dropping their weapons and fleeing for their lives, having watched entire divisions be massacured before their eyes...by one warrior.

I'm a bastard of Bodom and I walk alone
As I follow the reaper, to lead me back home
My victims shall perish on the shores of this lake
As they look upon me, to stare death in the face

The very planet shook beneth me, a terrible moan rising up as the ground itself shuddered, cracking and fracturing. Buildings toppled like men felled by bullets, one after another, crushing Danaversians and each other as they crumbled. I could sense everything that was going on around me, and now I knew those trying to save the innocent above me, like angels, were being accousted by demons from below. I raised both my hands, slick and matted with blood, and clenched, pulled, clenched, pulled, clenched, pulled. Dozens of craft fell out of orbit and crashed to the planet, brought down by an unholy force, crews killed as they detonated on the surface.
But more was waiting, for their numbers were too great for even me to destroy without help.

I don't need a reason, and I won't tell you why
I'll just take you to hell by the edge of my scythe!

Sor and every other XIN crewmember and rescued Greali watched, faces displaying awe, horror, amazement and fear as Nova Reginix started to implode beneth them, entire Supercapitals brought down as though they were toys. The attacking enemy, which had been over a hundred ships strong, had vanished almost as one, falling down to the planet, uncontrolled, to smash apart there. A million alarms, bells and klaxons were going off on the bridge of the aging Mission of Mercy, but one in particular caught Sor's attention, and he stared, simply unbelieving, at the events that were occuring in space beyond the world.
"By Qonn," his jaw dropped, "We need to leave!" he shouted as the sun expanded before his eyes, red and pulsing, even as it's gaseous surface began to fall into the mouth of the singularity below.

I was born to end life, I can take any form
A shapeshifting demon, killing for sport
Like father, like son, this is my fate
Taking your lives and breeding the hate!

There was no longer anyone left alive on the surface, and the starcraft, too, were trying to escape now. It was hopeless: Many were swallowed up by the expanding star before they even fired their engines, and others still twisted and tumbled, out of control, into the black hole below, unable to break free of the gravity well. Now it was a dance of the two powers, the sun growing in size even as the black hole tore at it and pulled the massive celestial body into it, with the planet caught in between. With the sky lit a hellish orange above and the utter darkness of oblivion below, I smiled.

I don't need a reason, and I won't tell you why
I'll just take you to hell by the edge of my scythe!

As the Grace fleet escaped with their human cargo the star system began to collapse, the star having vaproized much of it to disintigrate away past the event horizon of the black hole. I just watched from my precarious position: It was a beautiful and terrifying sight at the same time, inescapable masses coming together in a great annhilation, one which would erase any trace of this system. My cloak and robes were badly tattered and covered in purple blood, and what fur that could be seen was also splattered with the stuff. I was at peace, though: They were all gone, all dead, and She was here.
Here...

I awoke some hours later back on my ship, the Hellhound, with my sister Nightshade tending to my exhasted body. I learned that the Grand Admiral had carefully noted my departure and course and had sent a force to follow as quickly as possible, knowing that when I disrupted the Danaversians it would be the only chance they would have of rescueing any Greali from oppression and death. Nightshade had arrived at Xiscapia mere minutes after I left, from where I still know not, and she pursued the Grace fleet, knowing I would be there and that once I had begun the destruction nothing would have been able to stop me. She had slowed my fury somewhat, long enough for all of some three billion former Greali citizens to be evacuated.
"But you held on," she said quietly, hand on mine.
"Yes," I nodded. "I might be a killer, but I'm not a murderer."
I'm not them.

Setulan

02-01-2009, 01:46

Miller, Front Line

Green started to curse fluently.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me! In the middle of a fucking bombardment!?!?! Sweet vengeful gods of the abyss, I am going to KILL that motherfucking Alversian! I will rip that cocksucking sunovabitch in half! Gah!"
Fortunately for Green, his insubordinate rant against Macklin went unheard accept by a few of the privates in his immediate vicinity, each of whom was far too shocked by the words to respond. Taking a deep breath, Green cued his vox. To anybody who only knew Green casually, his voice sounded perfectly carefree and nonchalant, just a soldier doing his job.

Dui wasn't fooled for a moment, and the contained emotion in the transmission-somewhere between blind rage and homicidal anger-made her wince inside.

"Roger that. I'll spread the word. But for the record, my wish was to do this when we weren't getting the shit shelled out of us."
Green closed the link and opened one with his troops.

"Alright, fallback plan 5. Go go go!"
As one, the line started to disengage. First the infantry in the front, grabbing the portable shields they had throughout the line, started to haul ass as quickly as possible to the rear, keeping low in the heavily reinforced secondary trenches and staying as low as possible. As they did this, the heavy weapons teams kept overwatch, and the moment the all clear was given they too disassembled their weapons and made for the rear. Last in line were the tanks and walkers, which rolled out of their positions quickly...accept the one with the busted tread. The tank commander let out a muted curse.
"We can't move a fucking inch! We need help to get out of here, asap!"

Within minutes, the entire division was on the way to the rear.

Green grabbed his rifle and was the last to leave the front, giving one last wistful gaze over the parapet before he started to run for the rear. Cowardly bastards.

Tenfour

Marchamp nodded thoughtfully, taking his first step inside the ship.
"Interesting. Any stealth capabilities in the craft?"

Colony 2

General Townsend gripped the lectern till his knuckles turned white. It wasn't enough. They had killed thousands already and more were dropping by the second, but it wouldn't be enough. He had to surrender the outer wall.
"Fall back order is given. Head to the second layer."

The troops started to make an orderly withdraw immediately upon reciept of the order, and the fire against the danaversians slackened as men stopped firing and sprinted to secondary positions further in the fortress. It was the second of three defensive layers, but even so the loss was felt keenly. They had just given up ground to the enemy. It was a hard blow for men who felt like they had been winning.

Belkaros

02-01-2009, 06:34

Illesia City, Alversia

"Thank you," said Horan, taking a seat at the end of the table. He took from his jacket a thin silver box and laid it on the table. With a wave of his hand, a blue holographic map of the war zone, with red dots indicating enemies, and green dots indicating friendly forces. Belkan forces appeared in purple, and were in orbit around Alversia.
"This is the conflict as we know it," began Horan, "The forces our intelligence knows of are illustrated, but I am sure that this is not an accurate illustration. We understand that the Danaversians have vast numbers of ships and troops, and our forces may seem poultry in comparison, but let me assure you, Admiral, one Belkan ship is a match for several of most races. We emphasize quality over quantity, and rely on ships as support platforms for Mobile Suits, as opposed to fighting vehicles, though they are certainly apt in that role. We understand that the Greal forces have suffered a rather crushing defeat at the hands of the Danaversians, and think that the time is right to launch a counter-offensive, while their ships are already damaged and their forces combat weary. This, combined with the demoralizing effect of seeing a new force entering the conflict, could turn the tide in our favor. What do you think, Admiral?"

Alversia

04-01-2009, 22:27

Miller, Command Post

Macklin watched as the Coalition forces left the trenches and retreated back to the third and final line of trenches. He sighed at the sight, feeling immense relief as they were not set upon by Legions of Danaversian troops with tanks and artillery. He could see flashes of explosions where the troops were under attack, but he knew the Danaversians. They would not attack until the bombardment was over, they wouldn't risk the attacking troops until they were sure that the Coalition had been destroyed by the mighty offensive from the artillery. More and more batteries were being deployed to replace those being destroyed by the combination of Xiscapian Mechs and Alversian Artillery.

He turned to speak to Dui about the deployment of the Joint Division in the withdrawal, however, before he could speak, his voice was punctured the screaming of an incoming artillery salvo. He threw himself to the ground, along with the rest of the Staff as an explosion threw up dust and dirt just outside the tent, covering the inside of the tent with debris from the blast. That one explosion was followed by a dozen more, turning the green, rolling fields outside in a pock marked battle zone, filled with fires and deep, deep holes caused by Danaversian shells,
"Damnit!" Macklin stood up, ignoring the constant shells that were now falling, though his staff were more cautious. The Alversian General stood over the map as it trembled with the blasts from nearby explosions. He looked over the small holographic figures for a moment before tapping the map, where a Danaversian Artillery Battery had appeared,
"There," He sighed, "Four Batteries, a hundred and ten miles to the west." He looked at it for the moment. He turned to Dui,
"The Alversian Artillery is either supporting the frontline troops or being evacuated, can you detach the Mechs to take out that Artillery? At least until we can redeploy the Command Centre."

Miller, Frontline

As soon as the order to withdraw came through, the Alversian Troops were out of the trench and withdrawing backwards, whole snatches being taken out by Artillery blasts, but at the end of the day, the troops thought it better to be moving instead of sitting and waiting to be blasted to the next life.

It did not take long until the entire Coalition, including the disabled Setulan tank, which was being towed by two Alversian TDT-93 Medium Hover Tanks, were in the Third and final line constructed by the Alversians, the final place where the Danaversians could be effectively stopped. This was it.

The final line of defences looked relatively peaceful and quiet, there were almost no trenches, the most important defence being a series of bunkers, made from thick metal and protected by small shield generators. There were tunnels connecting them all together and there was more than enough room for a dozen rifles to be fired through the slits in each bunker. There were even Bunkers built to admit tanks and other big weapons.

In the background was Silner, a city where the new Government of Miller had been based and was now empty, abandoned by the Civilians as the Danaversians approached and the Alversians evacuated them from the surface as to spare them from the horrors of a Danaversian occupation. Despite this, it had been the target of a number of Danaversian artillery strikes and so it was filled with rubble, burning, with skeletons of buildings looking out over the plains and the Coalition defences.

Most of the Alversian troops did not stop at the line but continured on their way, the next troops to be evacuated from the planet and sent up to the VII Fleet, to be given a token escort and sent running back to the relatively safe Alversian space. One of the units that did file down into the tunnels, bunkers and towers of the Defences was the Guards 610th Battalion, the Kitsune unit that had been beside the Joint Division and would now form up as part of the rearguard with them,
"It's a small warzone!" The Commanding Officer, a Lieutenant-Colonel Kitsune with a scar across his left cheek, "Nice to have you with us at the rat's arse of Alversian Space!"
Even as he said it, the explosions began to fall around the ground of the Defensive Line.

APS Catalan, Alversian VII Fleet, Miller Orbit

"Thank you," Barton stated simply, shaking his head and disguising his annoyance. The Kitsune had appeared on his ship, in the middle of a battlezone, announcing that he was here on behalf of the Xiscapian Empire to watch the battle develop. Barton did not want him here and he thought that his smarmy and rather smug attitude was one that annoyed the straight-to-the-point Admiral. In truth, Barton was seething, but he tried to push it down. His 'Guest' had referred to himself as an 'Old Nobleman' and to Barton as a young Man. Something he felt like arguing about but something he did not have a chance, for the sensors lit up to indicate another round of transports were leaving Orbit.

Barton turned away before he said something he regretted and looked to his Operation's Officer,
"Send a Message to the Julic, tell them to break formation and escort the ships back to Alversian Space, then met up at our rendevouz point.

He began to pace up and down his bridge, looking out at the planet and sighing. It wouldn't be long before the Danaversians came around the other side of the planet and it would be impossible for his small fleet to remain in orbit. They would have to retreat. And the planet would be abandoned.

Along with whoever was left on it.

Colony Two

The Danaversians saw the Setulan fire starting to slack they withdrew deeper into the Fortress. The Danaversians saw their victory and began to push forward, towards the outer defences themselves and soon they were occupied by the invading force. It had taken them a considerable number of casualties to ensure this initial victory but now they had taken the outer defences, more and more troops were being landed on the surface, including the first of the Booleans, who were better prepared for this kind of warfare than the Danaversians and were to support the Empire in their takeover and ensure that this area was secured by the Danaversians for the Empire itself. There was nothing the Setulans could do anymore.

APNHQ, Illesia City, Alversia

Admiral Sorenson frowned at the plan, looking at the hologram that the Belkan Commander had brought and on which the Belkans had plotted all the Danaversian Fleets that where menacing the various Coalition planets. He sighed,
"Can I make a few modifications?" He asked, "First of all, numbers," he tapped the screen, multiplying the number of ships in each fleet by three or even four times what they had been with the Belkans,
"That's more like the numbers we are facing at the moment, and an attack is unadvised. The Danaversians have an Ally known as the Booleans. They have a weapon that can disable the shields of almost any ship, making it impossible to launch an attack against them. Our last offensive at Havalia was a disaster, with heavy losses to all the Coaltion forces who took part. Therefore, we are remaining on the defensive until we can develop a way to defeat this weapon. However, you are more than welcome to deploy ships to our space in preparation for the defence of our system, for we are surely to be the next targets of the Danaversians."

Lune, Xiscapia

Emma sighed and shook her head at the Scientist's lack of common sense and looked to the board on which he had come and scribbled down a series of complex calcualtions referring to the ratio of effeciency from each FTL drive of the Coalition. She was still trying to find a method of stopping the Danaversians and Booleans from bringing in reinforcements to any planet that the Coalition managed to attack and besiege. It would be difficult enough without the risk of Danaversian reinforcements flooding the area. She had heard about the Coalition assualt on Havalia and how badly it had gone. With luck, the work they were doing here, combined with the work being done in Alumi, would ensure that it did not happen again.

Satisfied with the calculations done for the moment, she took a few steps back to that she was next to Ginta, resting her head on the Kitsune's shoulder, smooth hair draped along his back as she looked at the device,
"Impressive," She nodded in approval, grinning, showing off her canine teeth, "I would never have seen that myself." She sighed softly.

"Take a break?" She asked Ginta, looking into his eyes, "You need time to rest your eyes and your mind."

Kewen

05-01-2009, 06:27

ooc again sorry to intrude, hey set abotu our RP, is it over? do you wanna like you know consign it to the dustbin of history? >_> respond via Teleggram thanks :D

Xiscapia

05-01-2009, 20:52

Miller, Command Post...

Dui had ducked and rolled under a table as the barrage of shells had landed around them, knowing full well that if one hit them directly only a strong shield or deep bunker would be able to prevent her from being killed or badly wounded. "For fuck's sake, who's watching those guns!?"
As she crawled back out she kicked a rock thrown up by one of the blasts, swearing in Xiscapian. "Tháng năm những commanders và vận hành của những người có súng struck cơ quan tình dục của nam giới. Tháng năm họ fuck một porcupine! Tháng năm Qonn cung cấp cho các bà mẹ tìm kiếm cho họ với một Geiger cập, và có thể họ tìm thấy chúng trong một thịt bánh!"*

She strode over to the map, brushing dust and bits of stone off her new uniform. "I'll have them target those weapons immediately."

Miller, Third Phase Line...

The four LAM had fallen back with the rest of the Joint Division, still several thousand feet above the ground and firing on the apparently endless supply of Danaversian artillery pieces. Soon enough the Commander of the little squadron received his orders:
"Blue One, you and those under your command are to break off your attack and switch to multiple similar-type targets at the following coordinates. ******. All the targets in the area are to be destroyed as quickly and completely as possible."
"Acknowledged, Colonel. Blue One out."
The lead mecha turned in midair, thrusters glowing slightly brighter.
"Blues Two, Three, Four, acquire a target lock on all targets at coordinates ****** and fire at will. Try to hit munitions stockpiles."
"Wilco Commander, Blue Two engaging now."
"Roger that Blue One, Blue Three firing now."
"I read you Lead, Blue Four opening up now."

The formidable LAM and their pilots had been directly transferred from the Second Exploratory Fleet to the Joint Division for their action at the Battle of Colony One, in which they had slain a number of Kewen infantry and several of their animal Horrors and attack vehicles. The mecha, especially the fast, durable, extremely agile LAM, had an excellent combat record in multiple areas of war, be it on the ground, in the air and in space. Now they turned their attention to the Danaversians, a different but altogether not entirely dissimilar enemy, and began their attack. From where they floated, easily safe from enemy assault, they made their move: The four energy beams, as they had been used on the other enemy guns with great effect, a volley of deadly accurate railgun fire to rip apart any spotters or troops loading the pieces, and finally their own missile batteries erupted. Each of the four cells in each launcher held a small but supersonically fast and very powerful missile, one of which would be able to destroy an enemy artillery gun. Each mech was equipped with two launchers which held a combined eight cells, but Blue Three and Four fired, resulting in a salvo of sixteen rockets to strike and obliterate any surviving enemy guns as well as every incoming Danaversian artillery pieces they could find in the area.

APS Catalan, Alversian VII Fleet, Miller Orbit...

Urteil smiled in the way that had been getting on the poor Alversian Admiral's nerves for the past hour. "On dear," that sweet yet greasy tone again, "more brave Alversian soldiers retreating from the very planet they pledged to defend? Dear dear, what must the locals think, hmm? Transported to a strange land, their homes destroyed and occupied by alien invaders, uprooted from the world that they have lived on for oh so many years. How perfectly awful. Organizing them all must be quite a mess."

XIW Silver Song, in orbit over the planet Himp, interior of the Cholk System...

Rear Admiral Kika stood pensively on board the Medical Ship, drumming his fingers on a nearby computer console, waiting patiently. The Governor, he had heard, had been badly injured during the attack, and everyone knew she was still recovering from wounds sustained over ten years and multiple conflicts ago. No one had cared to say exactly how seriously she was hurt, but Kika, like all the others, knew that the Governor was weaker than she would care to admit, and it took either balls of steel or a great deal of luck to survive an orbital bombardment.
Vist had a great deal of the former, he had been told.
Metaphorically speaking, of course.

At last a nurse came out of a nearby door, eyeing Kika's black uniform and bars that designated his rank for a moment before bowing. He bowed back, as custom and tradition demanded, and he had barely straightened up before she began to speak, voice soft and grave.
"She's in bad shape, we've got her in a bacta tank but no one's sure if she'll pull though. She can speak though the vox unit we had set up but she's still weak, and...well, many of her old burns have become inflamed. If you'd like we can erect a privacy curtain over-"
Kika cut her off. "That won't be necessary," he told her firmly. Kika didn't have a lot of experience with wounded soldiers, generally if you were hit on a starship you were dead, but he had seen his share of grievous injuries. Confident he'd be able to handle whatever he saw, the Xiscapian moved past the medical aide and though the door into the room beyond.

Unfortunately, he was only half right.
Governor Vist was floating in a bacta vat, naked, but that hardly mattered: Her entire body, save for her face, neck and upper parts of her shoulders, was a charred black. Even as Kika watched, horrified, a mechanical arm inside the tank was grafting new skin onto her side, fresh and pink, synthesized flesh. Her short blond hair had spread out around her like a halo, singed in places, but beneath that her cool eyes, one pupil colored a deep orange, the other a frozen blue, were watching Kika. The vox unit attached to the upper side of the unit gave a synthesized sigh.
"Hello, Rear Admiral."

Still startled, Kika gave a low bow. "Governor," he murmured in greeting.
"I understand you have a damage report for me?"
The other hesitated slightly. "I do. I am pleased to report that no one was killed during the attack, although three others aside from yourself were injured: Two gunners manning an AS battery that was hit, and one of your servants. The servant suffered minor cuts and bruises and a broken arm, but he is expected to be fine, and the two soldiers sustained severe third-degree burns. Both are also being treated here as we speak. Aside from that the military base was only minimally damaged, but the AS weapons were turned to slag and half of your mansion has collapsed, and the other half is currently unsafe to live in."
"And what of the attackers?"
Kika couldn't force himself to look at his superior, instead staring at the deck as he spoke. "We believe they were Booleans, Governor, three ships of the Scarab variety. The Destroyer XIW Lace reports having made readings on three gravitational anomalies which match the mass of the enemy minutes before the strike; the Captain has been reprimanded accordingly. My flagship, the XIW Jade, was able to intercept the Booleans before they did major damage, and destroy two of them."
Her voice was unreadable though the machine. "And the third?"
"I...I let him go," Kika confessed. "He was already running once the shield came up and I figured it would be good for him to escape to inform his superiors that another such assault would be suicidal. My decision was made to prevent future damages and casualties here."

There was silence for a moment, then Vist spoke again, scratchy and gravelly out of the speaker. "You have done well, Rear Admiral. I will make sure you are commended for your actions when Admiral Sor returns from assignment."
Rear Admiral Kika looked at the Governor again. "T-Thank you, Governor. I am proud to defend this colony to my last. I have informed High Command as per policy, and put the system on loc-down until further notice."
If Vist could have smiled, she would have. "Dismissed, Rear Admiral."

Lune, Xiscapia...

"Ahha!" Ginta stepped forward, causing Emma to lose her balance and stumble, and he began to write furiously on the blackboard, not seeming to notice her contact. "But we're close to a breakthrough, I can feel it!" He cried, making numbers and symbols so quickly the chalk broke in half between his fingers. He frowned at it, as if blaming the mineral for the difficulty of developing the FTLi field. "Damn."

Across the room the lab assistants were facing a silver-furred Vulpes Vulpes in a Major's uniform on a holoprojector.
"...trial runs look promising, Comrade Major Grimske, and although we have yet to run a military test, we are confident the R.E.A.P.E.R. will preform identically with any substance."
"Excellent. How soon do you believe the weapon can be put into production?"
"If duplicated parts from the prototype and design specifications are shipped immediately, the first one should be ready by tommorow evening."

*May the commanders and operators of those guns be struck by dicks. May they fuck a porcupine! May Qonn give their mothers search for them with a Geiger counter, and may they find them in a meat pie!

Setulan

06-01-2009, 21:48

Miller, Front

Green looked out the firing slit of the bunker, craning his neck so he could get a good look up at the LAM banging off their lasers at the Danaversian Artillery. Intermitent fire slammed into the ground all around, causing troops to cringe behind their masks, but Green ignored it; he had just been running through that crap. It wasn't even worth flinching for while he observed it from a bunker. He moved away from the slit.
"Gods, but I do truly love the Kitsune." Chuckles greeted his statement.
"We do try, sir," one of them said. More chuckles. Green cued his vox to the commander's channel.
"This is Forward Command. Status check."
"Forward, this is Goins. Beacheads are ready to go. The bunkers were a bit tight-I don't think the Alversians have anything this big-but we all made it."
"This is Blue One. Maintaining fire on the Danaversian batteries."
"First Brigade ready."
"Second Brigade, Hooah."
"Third Brigade, locked cocked and ready to rock."
"This is AT company. Breeches are closed and lanyards are itchy."
"Snipers in place."
"Copy all. Keep up the punishment, boys and girls. The moment this barrage lifts, we'll be up to our armpits in the fuckers. We'll bleed 'em. Forward Out."
The Colonel walked over to the slit again and watched the rain of shells. He cued his vox to Dui.
"This is Green. Remind me to pull some strings and get us some gunship support for next time."

Colony 2

The Danaversians penetrating the fortress were in for a rude surprise. This mountain was not like any fortress the Danaversians had ever encountered. Instead of neat, orderly halls, they were winding, twisting, often with sharp angles that were impossible to see around. Machinegun nests were at every corner, mines in the walls and gas in the vents. The Setulan troops had resigned themselves to death by now, but only after they covered the floors ankle deep in blood.

Belkaros

08-01-2009, 02:56

Illesia City, Alversia

Horan frowned a bit at the news. "What is the nature of this shield disruptor? Our shielding is fundamentally different from that of many races, as our Minovsky generators, our power plants, create EM fields far too powerful to allow for conventional shields. This is why our ships avoid close combat, because our shielding is not as powerful, and because the fields often disable ships that stray too close and create serious hazards to our own. These increased numbers are intimidating, to be sure, but mean little. Mobile suits reduce the sheer value of numbers against us after a certain point. But, if you fear an attack is imminent, our forces will stay at your side."

Alversia

08-01-2009, 05:46

Command Post, Miller

Macklin nodded and turned to face the map, sweeping dust off it as the shots fell all around him, explosions trembling the Command Post every few seconds. He was watching the artillery, watching as one Battery was taken off the map and another opened up with even more powerful guns aimed at either the frontline, or more often, focused on the Command post. He slapped the side of the map in frustration, sighing as he did so,
"Damnnit!" He snapped, "They're like weeds! Everytime we take out one, two more appear in it's place." He did not look up from the changing situation, even when a shot landed in the middle of the Command Post's motorpool, destroying hovercars and trucks and sending flames and debris in all directions. He did turn to face the flames though, raising an eyebrow at the inferno. He did not turn around, even when a second shot landed in the same place as the first, scattering Alversians in all directions and splattering the Command Post itself with whistling shrapnel from the remaining vehicles in the Motorpool.

The shrapnel whistled around the Command Post, hitting machines and troops, wounding two Alversians in the arm and leg collectively. As both were led out of the way by Medics. Macklin shook his head and trembled for a moment before turning back to face Dui. It was clear that the two Alversians were not the only casualties of the strike. One half of his face was covered in deep red blood. One of his eyes was shut from the gushing red liquid which was pulsing from a black cut above his left eye, a piece of shrapnel embedded deep in his forehead.

He spat a spray of blood from his mouth, his teeth stained scarlet by the wound, before speaking to Dui in a slurred tone that suggested his mouth was still full of blood,
"The Rearguard is in place," He grunted, spitting out more blood before continuing, "It's time to evacuate the Command Post. We're pulling back now. Pack up anything you need, destroy everything you don't."

He turned away two Medics who came in to treat their Commander, shaking his head, sighing deeply,
"Look to the others first, I'll come last," He insisted, determined not to show his agony in front of his troops.

Miller, Frontline

The other troop Unit in the Defensive Line with the Joint Division, the Guards 610th Battalion, also remained deep in the tunnels as the Danaversian artillery continued to fall around the bunkers, protected by a combination of armour and shields. Their commander was a Kitsune by the name of Lieutenant-Colonel Saan, a battlehardened Individual, wearing the Kitsune model of the Alversian Armour, including a helmet with large 'wings' for the Kitsune's fox ears and specially adapted armour for their sweeping tails. They were all equipped with the standard rifle, standard bayonet and, most importantly for them, their katanas in a specially made sheath.

Saan stood up next to Green, watching casually as the explosions began to lessen, signalling that the Danaversians were winding down their bombardment at last in preparation for the first waves of assualting troops. Saan bowed to Green then,
"So it's going to be you and us in the Rearguard then." It was not a question but a statement. Even now, the last barrage was complete and the deep tramping of boots to signal that swarms of Danaversians were approaching.

"Lock and load!" Saan yelled into his vox and watched as the Kitsune rushed into the bunkers, dozens of troops checking their guns and aiming through the firing slits of the Bunkers in preparation for the assualt that was coming. They were the Guards Troops, they had already proven themselves in battle and they were fiercely proud of their reputation in combat.

"Are you any good?" Saan mocked as he aimed down the sights of his barrel as the first wall of Danaversians burst through the smoke with armour and tanks a plenty, roaring their defiance.

However, at the same time, the Danaversians had seen the damage being inflicted by the Xiscapian LAM's and it was not long before they brought Specialised platforms forward, armed with dozens of turrets and Rapid-fire Anti-ship lasers. They wasted no time in aiming at the sky and opening fire with a storm of flak, computers tracking the Mechs if they tried to move in either direction.

APS Catalan, Alversian VII Fleet, Miller Orbit

"Yes, it is quite a difficult situation," Barton stated, his blood boiling at the sound of the smug voice and it was even worse when he turned to face the Xiscapian and saw his casual attitude. Barton had always liked the Xiscapians, admiring their toughness but this one was getting on his nerves something terrible,
"With all due respect," he sighed, his frustration evident just behind his polite tone, "Unless you have something practical to say then I must ask you to be silent or to vacate my bridge. Thank you."
He did not wait for a response but turned back to the Operations Officer station where scans indicated that the Danaversians were increasing their ground activity. The battle was reaching a climax. He could not keep the lane open forever and it seemed like there were still troops who needed to be evacuated.

Colony Two

The Danaversians were not the only ones in for a rude awakening when it came to the fighting in the cramped and winding tunnels of the inner fortress. The Booleans now came into play after the outer defences were neutralised and they brought their own toys to action. These included but where not limited to, a probe that was shielded against small arms fire and equipped with an auto-blaster that could pepper an enemy defence and with enough shielding to save them from damage until they were close to the enemy. They shot around corners, firing at any ambushes and disabling mines they encountered on the walls of the tunnels.

Illesia City, Alversia

"Well, we are not sure about their Shield Disruptor or it's workings," Sorenson admitted, "However, we do know that it disables shields, weapons and propulsion. But please explain the nature of this generator," He asked, frowning in curiousity, "We'd like to know if it would affect our own ships in combat. You can understand of course." He explained politely.

Lune, Xiscapia

Emma looked down at Ginta's outstretched hand, frowning at it as he waited for more chalk. She stretched out her own hand, not to give him more chalk as he expected but to take it in her own, gripping it and gently pulling him back from the Blackboard. She made him turn so that he was no longer fixed on the calculations but instead on his petite, pretty Comrade. She blushed slightly under his gaze but began to speak, gently but firmly,
"Ginta, you need to relax. You're going to run yourself into an early grave and then you'll be no use to Qonn nor Kitsune. Take a break. If even for a little while. For me." She pleaded with sad yellow eyes.

Xiscapia

09-01-2009, 03:27

Command Post, Miller...

"Way ahead of you Green-"
She was cut off by the shells landing close by, but soon found something else occupying her attention. Dui was staring at the Alversian General, amazed by his fortitude and persistence even as the blood spilled down the side of his face. The kitsune silently gathered up her own holomap, folding it down and sliding it into a pocket of her uniform, picking up the now slightly dented attache case from the ground. The shrapnel had shredded the tent, hit her case, chewed into the table and hit the General and two of the soldiers, but not a piece had touched the little Xiscapian Colonel.
Thank Qonn...
She looked at Macklin, concerned for his well-being. "General, with all due respect, I need to remain here on the planet, with my troops and...fellow Colonel. I will fall back with you to the LZ, but from there I will continue to guide them until we're all home...or dead." She finished grimly.

Frontlines, Miller...

The LAM dove, or to be more accurate simply cut their thrusters and fell into a drop, tracer fire arching overhead and pinging off their shields. The activation of the force fields slowed their fall, but not at any noticeable rate, and they activated their repulsors mere yards above the ground-
"Blue's Two, Three, get back up there and take out those guns. Me and Blue Four have found a party." Blue Leader sounded more casual now, at ease with his mission.
"Aww Corp, you always get all the fun," Blue Two complained as he and Three roared back up, weapons activating once more.
Below Blue One and Four was the charging Danaversian troops and tanks, most of them pushed along by the surge so they if they tried to stop or slow to target the hovering Heavy Infantry they would be trampled or run over by their comrades, shot or blown up by the still-distant 610th and Joint Division, or possibly all four at once.
"Hope you brought some kegs, Lead, this party looks bouncin'!"
"Trust me, Blue Four, the beam cannon on Blue One's arm gave a thrumm as it charged in concert with the shrill shriek of Blue Four's energy sword, "I've found the perfectly party favors for everybody."

"I'MA FIRIN' MA LAZOR!"
Blue Lead let off the shot of heated energy before diving into the masses with Blue Four short behind. The LAM weren't a great deal larger than the Danaversian soldiers or armour, but they did have three things going for them: More weapons, shields, and a good amount of mass. The dual shoulder railguns were spitting bullets constantly as they found enemies, missile launchers spraying swarms of rockets, energy swords cutting though even thick tank armor, and even the mecha themselves became weapons; Moving an inch or so above the ground with their thrusters their size and momentum became irresistible, throwing Danaversians high into the air or crushing them, turning tanks over or onto their sides as they collided.
Meanwhile the other two mechs were several hundred feet lower than their original position with their shields on full. Blue Three was launching missiles at the platforms shooting flak at them while Blue Two kept up the assault from range on the Danaversian artillery.

APS Catalan, Alversian VII Fleet, Miller Orbit...

"As you wish, Admiral," the empathise placed on the title sounded more like an insult than a gesture of respect, but Urteil didn't speak after the request, placing weight on his cane as he watched the events below. It was creepy: The Xiscapian seemed perverted interested not in the movements below, but in the death itself, as men, women, kitsune and Danaversians were shot, blown up, peppered by shrapnel, stabbed, run over, bludgeoned and vaporized.

Tenfour...
(OOC: Forgot about this part)

"There are," Nakamoto nodded sagely, "but we have developed technology and techniques for detecting most cloaked vessels. They, and all ships made by us, are capable of being 'stealthed', but we do not find much of a use for it except in special situations."

Lune, Xiscapia...

After having stumbled slightly from being forced away from his work Ginta blinked owlishly behind his glasses, evidently surprised. His deep blue eyes, rare on a kitsune, flickered back to the desks and workstations covered in papers, the boards and holofields with their streams of numbers, the R.E.A.P.E.R. device and the two scientists discussing it with the Major.
"Okay," he nodded, shoulders slumping slightly. "I guess a short break and maybe some fresh air would do me some good," he conceded. "I know a good cafe not far from here, they've got excellent tea and all the Wi-Fi you want..." He trailed off, shocked at the implications of a bunch of seemingly innocent words.
He had not intended to ask his colleague out on a date.

"So what you're telling me, Comrade, is that this device destroys anything as long as the rays are concentrated on a target for long enough?"
"Well, yes, Comrade Major, the science involved is almost laughably simple. See, on one setting it causes the maximum achievable entropy between the basic molecules at an atomic level so any friction causes an immediate degradation in the structure..."
"Yes..." Grimske's eyes were already glazing as the explanation continued. "But wouldn't such a thing be a breach of standard battlefield etiquette?"
The two scientists looked at each other again. "Well, it's not able to penetrate a shield or force field," one admitted, "but I am not aware of any legal restrictions which would prevent our Comrades in the XGA and XIN from deploying this in the field. The physical pain caused by the second setting is minimal, and that of the first, while significant, is felt for a shorter span of time, a few seconds to half a minute for a physical being, depending. Or so we hypothesize."
"But, theoretically Comrades, it could be used to destroy a large mass, correct?"
This was considered. "It would take constant concentration and a large amount of power, but it could be done."

Setulan

09-01-2009, 03:58

Miller, Front

Green's grin was hidden by his black face plate, but his reply wasn't.
"Ask your sister." He chambered a round and moved up the vision slit and in a blink raised his rifle and fired. A Danaversian collapsed, head smoking. All along the line, the heavy weapons lit up, banshees spitting their heavier projectiles intermixed with the lighter tracers of the .50s and other side arms. Deep booms echoed out as the AT guns fired, the S-12 batteries turning Danaversian tanks into smoking ruins.
In his command tank, Goins saw the plight of the LAM.
"Blue Two, this is Pyro One. We'll smoke that flak for you, concentrate on the heavies." With this, Goins tasked three of his tanks to turn their heavy rate of fire on the flak guns, the rapid fire high explosives ripping through armour like it was tissue paper. Goins cackled.
"Burn, you bastards. Burn!"

Colony 2

The firefight flickered throughout the corridors, the savagery of the Danaversians and Booleans met with the stoic last stand guts of the Setulan troopers. The Danaversians and Booleans pushed as hard as they could, but for the time they were meeting a solid wall of resistance. They forced few breeches, and those they did manage were quickly smothered by spoiling counter-attacks in the warren of corridors. The battle had turned into a bloody stalemate for the time being.

Tenfour
ooc-no worries

Marchamp nodded again.
"I understand. How many of these are scheduled for production?"
Stepping through an open door, he took a deep breath and enjoyed the new smell of the ship. It would lose that smell soon after it was activated, replaced by the sweat of the spacers who crewed it, but for now the virgin smell of fresh paint and new electrics was unique to this vessel.

Belkaros

10-01-2009, 04:43

Illesia City, Alversia

"Our generators will indeed affect your ships, but between our own protective shielding and anti-Minovsky blanketing we can provide for your reactors, the effects will not be noticed beyond the disabling of personal music players and similar civilian electronics, provided that your ships stay at least one kilometer from ours. The small area of effect that our mobile suits have will be negated by the blanketing, so they will be able to offer close support. Unless you object, I will unload shielding units at once so that they may be distributed and installed." With that, he ran his hand over the sliver case, causing a GUI to appear, on which he punched a few commands. "We will stay and defend your systems, if that is what you think is best," said Horan, swallowing dryly, looking around the room for something to drink.

Alversia

10-01-2009, 22:40

Miller, Command Post

Macklin looked at Dui long and hard, using the one eye that was not currently masked in blood. The wound had to be hurting and hurting bad yet his expression and his stance suggested that there was no change in his well-being. He had seen Troopers coming from the field of battle with arms or legs lost, whole eye's gone or burns the size of a dinner plate in their bodies. If they could survive that, then he would damned if he was going to let himself be stopped by a minor flesh wound. Even as he told himself that, he knew it was a lie. His wound was worse than he thought it initially and even he knew that he was losing a lot of blood. But, for the moment, that didn't matter. All he could look at was his Second in Command, the Kitsune who now led the remains of her Division, a combination of two proud militaries. It was something he could relate to.

Macklin nodded in agreement,
"I expected nothing less from you, Colonel," he slurred through more blood. The wound had to be stopping now, at some point, he had to run out of blood. Sadly, that didn't seem to be right now, at the moment,
"Colonel Dui," Macklin turned to her, "From this moment on, following my removal from combat, you are in command of the Rearguard, the 15,000 troops of the Xis/Setulan Joint Division and the Alversian Guards 610th Battalion. I trust that you will perform admirably in your task and withdraw with both Units intact, in both body and pride. Good luck" As he said it, he was forcably taken by two Medics, who had at last managed to fight their way through to him and persuade him that it was time to move out.

So General Macklin, who was now limping in the hands of the Medics, along with an escorting Platoon of the 103rd Battalion, departed in some of the last usable vehicles, leaving Dui with another platoon of the same Unit to follow in the last hover-truck.

Miller, Frontlines

"I don't have a Sister," Saan laughed back in reponse, "I have only a Brother. Shall I ask him?" He taunted as he watched the LAM's of the Xiscapians tear into a portion of the Danaversian frontline.

They were doing their job well, scattering men and machines in all directions, ruined and flaming wrecks. Of course, the Danaversians had too many men in position now to be really stopped by a mere four Mechs and soon the Danaversians were in the range of the bunker's rifles, though they were already under fire from the Alversian Tanks in their pillboxes, firing explosive bolts into masses of Danaversians, blowing them in all directions, destroying Danaversian tanks and removing them from the field of battle as well. Now it was the turn of the Infantry,

"Setting One only! Setting One only!" Corporals and Sergeants ran up and down between the troops taking aim, their swords banging at their sides, "Pick your target and put that Ugly Bastard back in the sea. Setting One only!"
An Alversian Battlerifle, the standard weapon of the People's Army, came with three settings for use in any situation, there was Setting One, which was semi-automatic mode, for select shots, Setting Two was fully automatic and was more useful in close quarters than in open battle, though it could also be useful for suppressing fire, the final setting was Setting Three, a powerful shot that not only overheated the rifle, but was more than capable of blowing massive holes in almost any surface. It was powerful, but slow, a last ditch anti-tank weapon if need be.

Even now, Snipers were cracking down those who looked like Officers, repeating Blasters were working on groups that had bunched up too much and now the regular Blaster fire filled the air as Troops squeezed their triggers and cut down one Soldier after another.

Elsewhere on the Battlefield, the AA Platforms, realising that they were outclassed, withdrew backwards and left the battle up to someone more suited. Someone who would not have been in the war had it not been for the Alliance of the Danaversians. They were the Boolean Mech's. They were not dissimiliar to their Xiscapian Counterparts, and they looked very similiar in terms of weaponry and shields for the moment, they hovered over the battlefield, looking down on their Opponents. They shot down towards the ground, eight of them in total, and began to fire their own missiles, lasers and blasters as the Xiscapian Mechs. It was an even fight.

APS Catalan Alversian VII Fleet, Miller Orbit

"Thank you," Barton sighed in relief, ignoring the sarcastic tone of the Alien, perferring to have him silent than to have him argueing in that smooth and irritating tongue that had had Barton up the wall all night. He turned back to watch the battle unfold beneath him, knowing that the safety of his fleet was not assured until the last ships were clear from the bottom. At the moment, the APNAF and APAAF were fighting to keep that channel open, to stop Danaversian Fighters from swarming the Transports as they fled.

Barton did not know how long he could keep the Channel open, when it closed, all those on the surface were doomed.

Colony Two

The Setulans were fighting hard and fighting well but the Danaversians were no pushovers. They were in their element in the cramped spaces, with the smell of ozone, blood and death in their nostrils and the sounds of screams, the blasts of battle and the disorientation of it all fed their hunger for war. They did not withdraw from Setulan counter-attacks, they stood and, aided by the blasting and shielded Drones of the Booleans, made every step retaken by the Setulan troops a bloody one. Their own losses were far from insignificant but, at the end of the day, they could replace their losses, the Setulans couldn't.

Illesia City, Alversia

"I understand," Sorenson nodded, "So we shall have to keep at regular intervals and install your technology into our ships," He indicated to one of the other Officers present, "We'll investigate now and see how it might be done as quickly and as safely as possible" He noticed the Belkan gasp and gave a nod of understanding,
"Of course, my apologies. I did not even offer you anything to eat or drink before entering this meeting. Shall I have a glass of water fetched? Is there anything else in particular you would like us to make?"

Lune, Xiscapia

Emma looked at Ginta long and hard, as if trying to figure out the punchline to some joke he was telling. He had never spoken about such a place before and he seemed to have little interest in anything that did not concern Science and yet, now, he was asking her to this cafe place. It was like a...date.

Emma blushed, her tail flicking from side to side to betray the embarresment she felt. She had wanted to ask Ginta out herself for quite a while, but she had never been able to summon up the courage needed to break his scientific barrier. He always made her feel so insignificant and she often sat in her appartment in Lune, thinking of him and knowing, in her heart, that she would never be as important to him as his Science. It was his calling in life. She would not be able to fit into that calling.

Yet now...

"Okay," She said in a small voice, unsure of how to respond to his, clearly accidental request, she took his hand in hers and nodded,
"Let's go. You can buy me a birthday present on the way" She smiled to show that she was joking, but then she doubted Ginta would get it, he usually didn't.

Xiscapia

11-01-2009, 22:50

Miller, Improvised Command Post, Landing Zone...

"Thank you, General," Dui said softly, saluting and bowing as the man was led away to be evacuated with the rest of his troops and equipment. She reminded herself to visit him after the battle, if she could, to see how well he was recovering from his injury; No doubt the Alversian would receive the Red Heart Second Class due to the wound, not to mention numerous others for his actions here. Now she sat in the back of the hovertruck with a few communications devices and a miniature holomap displaying the battlefield, the fifty Alversians she had been left with making a perimeter and constructing a few makeshift barriers and cover without her needing to tell them to. The Joint Division and 610th Guards were well-entrenched, but that was the problem: They couldn't hold forever against the Danaversians, and would soon need to fall back to the LZ or risk being overrun. After the current assault was over, she decided, she would call in any support she could to cover their withdrawal and order a general retreat.

Miller, Frontlines...

"Blue Two, this is Pyro One. We'll smoke that flak for you, concentrate on the heavies."
"Acknowledged Pyro One, give 'em hell.."
As the eight enemy Mecha moved though the air towards them Blue One looked up, casually stepping on an unfortunate Danaversian soldier. "Blues, we've got party crashers."
The weapons from the four mechs thundered down upon the two LAM, Blue Lead dodging in a zig-zag pattern across the horde of Danaversians as his shields buckled under missile fire, and Blue Two fired his repulsors and shot straight up, tackling the lead of the enemy, energy sword hissing like an agitated snake.
"'ello Governor!"

Blue Lead immediately concentrated his efforts on the aerial enemies, railguns propelling bullets at them with the characteristic chatter that all automatic weapons shared. His fired another salvo of missiles up at the Booleans as they descended, the computer beeping in his ear. "Shield strength reduced to twenty-four percent efficency."
"Đường tình dục hành hung những mười tám thế hệ của gia đình của bạn!"* Blue Lead swore in his native tongue.
Up above Blue Three and Four were staring down the four enemy mecha as they floated, shields up, weapons charged, the occasional rocket still streaking under them to strike a Danaversian self-propelled gun. At this point so many of them had been destroyed they created a wall of smashed metal that had once been vehicles, blocking any more from advancing, so for a time they could concentrate on the enemy.

In an instant Blue Three's shields collapsed and he flew, although it was more like falling with style, directly onto the last enemy mech as it flew to engage Blue Lead and Two. The compounded weight slammed them both into the ground, killing more Danaversians, and the Xiscapian began to try to rip the Boolean from his armored suit, railguns spitting point-blank. "Die, you shit-eating dog!" Blue Four, the last LAM in the air, opened fire with everything he had on the four foes floating on the same plane as him, a laser beam, a squad's worth of bullets and eight missiles, two per each Boolean. At the same time he called along the frequency to the Beachead tanks. "A few rounds in my general direction would be favorite, Pyro One.

Bunker...

An Xiscapian soldier ducked past a phaser bolt that hissed into the wall and pressed himself against the side of the wall, blindfiring over the side. "My comm's out!" He screamed to Green over the deafening roar of gunfire and shells. "Colonel Dui says to-"
Wing. A piece of shrapnel flew over the edge over the wall chewed though his armor and cut his left fox ear clean off, the bit of metal and tatter of flesh falling into the dirt. He winced and cursed. "Tháng năm Rats hành hung tình dục của bạn bị hỏng cơ thể!"**
Seeing Green looking at him he continued, crimsion liquid leaking from his cut. "Dui says after this assault ends we need to haul tail back to the designated LZ! She'll russle up some heavy support to cover our ass while we get back there, but we're gonna have to be fucking quick!"

Tenfour...

"The XIN has ordered a full hundred to be completed by the end of next year. We will, of course, fill the request on time," said Nakamoto primley, full of pride. "A hundred frigates may sound like a lot, but these ships are rather smaller than most we construct, and when you have millions of beings under your employ across multiple worlds, such work becomes far less of a hassle."

The inside of the Marchamp class was like the interior of most other Xiscapian ships: Wide halls but low, or at least low to the exceedingly tall Setulan, ceilings, brightly lit and cool with dozens of doors, turbolifts and connecting stairways leading to all other parts of the ship. Kitsune and droids were all around, the former shooting surprised but discreet looks at a foreign diplomat, the Empress and their company President all together, moving around the three in as careful a manner as possible, frequently towing anti-grav lifts filled with equipment and parts. "The Marchamp class is equipped to accommodate a full platoon of Marines and Biohazard soldiers, to repel enemy boarding operations and to carry out any ground operations which might be needed, and is the smallest combat vessel able to carry troops."

Lune, Xiscapia...

"Birthday present...?" Ginta trailed off, his palm already beginning to sweat slightly as Emma clasped in in her hand. The last time he had been with a female had been during the Londim crisis, that cute little Asian N-K starship Captain. Kaoru had been her name, and he had been studying gravitational fluctuations on a nearby planet with her when she had...it made him flustered just thinking about it.
They'd enjoyed each other, though. For a long time afterwards Ginta had missed her, but he'd never even heard any news concerning the fate of her ship or her Federation again and in time he allowed himself to fall back to his true love: Science.

Mentally, Ginta kicked himself. He couldn't be thinking about such things now that he was on a...recreational outing with his colleague. Right. That's exactly what this was.
You just keep telling yourself that.
The kitsune nodded to the two lab assistants. "We might not be back until tomorrow, lock up when you're done here." He left the two Xiscapians in a state of shock as he and and Emma walked past the guard, hand in hand, and out of the lab building.

The two scientists looked at each other, mouths open, eyes wide.
"Did you see that!?"
"Great Qonn, them two?"
The Major was looking from one to the other from his viewscreen with bemusement, a slight frown on his face. "What is it, Comrades?"
"Major, you'd better alert the government 'cause the seas must be turning red with blood and the stars are fallin' from the skies and Ginta has a date with a living, sentient being so Armageddon must be upon us-"
"Well, you smarmy ****," the other laid his hand across the back of the first's head, "looks like you owe me five credits."
"Aww, you've gotta be kidding me..."

*Fuck the eighteen generations of your ancestors!
**May rats ejaculate on your broken corpse!

Setulan

13-01-2009, 01:04

Miller, Front

"This is Pyro One. Acknowledge, shifting fire now." Goins turned to his crew.
"Set charges for airburst at...550." With a quick punch of buttons on the computer, the rounds were set to act like a massive flak cannon. The one beachead's turret pivoted smoothly, guns elevating, and then let loose a booming roar with its heavy guns. The high explosives started to burst around the Booleans, sending high speed shrapnel at them and rattling the crews.

Green listened to the message and nodded.
"About fucking time. Get yourself patched up, son, I don't want you bleeding out." He turned around and fired a burst over the parapet, hitting two Danaversians. How many of them were there?

Miller, Joint Force Rear HQ

A squad of fifteen Joint Force troops ran up to Dui and saluted.
"Colonel Ma'am, I'm sergeant Johnson. We had been taking troops back to the medical areas when we heard you were staying forward, and we decided we couldn't leave our Colonel out to dry." He grinned.
"We'll stick around. Might need the firepower."

Tenfour

Marchamp nodded along-he was all too familiar with mass production of war materials.
"Very impressive, sir. Very impressive indeed. When is this one scheduled for her space trials?"

Colony 2

Despite the grit of the defenders, they were being forced back inch by bloody inch deeper into the bowels of the fortress. After more than three hours of bitter, gruesome combat, the Setulan troops had been forced back into three main areas, which formed yet another defensive line. The generator rooms, where the containment fields kept the plasma generator safe; the barracks halls, a mini-stronghold in it's own right; and the armory, where the troops were happy to find hundreds of spare heavy weapons which were promptly brought to the front.
The Danaversians ran into another solid wall and were halted, but both knew it was only temporary. The Setulans, cut off from each other, would soon fall. It was only a matter of time.

Alversia

16-01-2009, 04:54

Miller, Command Post

The Alversians completed setting up a perimeter as Dui and the Setulans completed the temporary Command Post, somewhere to watch the retreat of the Coalition troops. The Alversians had spread out in a circle, with regular intervals between them. They were looking out at the bushes and rolling, green countryside. They kept an eye for any sign of Danaversian troops, half of them standing, half of them kneeling, guns at the ready. All seemed peaceful and relatively calm. Relatively because the roars of battle were still evident from the battle along the Bunker line.
Then a shot seemed to fly of nowhere and hit the encircled troops. The shot connected to the shoulder of one Alversian, spinning him around to hit the ground in a heap, yelling and swearing in consequetive breaths. Two Alversian Medics came close to help him while the rest of the troops threw themselves onto the grass and began to fire into the bush, shooting with semi-automatic fire.
Another shot hit the Command Post, hitting the tent in which Dui was standing, the tent was shredded by the blast and set the material ablaze. The battle was now a confused mass as the enemy were on the move and something was keeping the Alversian Helmet Sensors from detecting them.

At the same time, a message was sent to Dui, a simple message

Evacuation complete. Droptroops enroute. Prepare for evacuation.

Miller, Frontline

The troops in the frontline continued to fire into the mass of advancing Danaversians, inflicting fearful losses in both Troops and Machines as they tried to take the bunkers. The majority of troops were still firing on semi-automatic mode, taking a dark pleasure in pressing the trigger and watching as Danaversians tumbled away from their suicidal charges. Occassionally, troops would be plucked back from the bunkers by a lucky rifle or tank shot but most did not hit their targets. The Alversian tanks though, where enjoying themselves and were racking up big kill rates against the exposed Danaversian armour.

Elsewhere, one of the Boolean Mechs was too slow in dodging the fire from their Xiscapian opposite number and fell to the ground as a flaming wreck. However, the others were able to dodge and now they opened up with their own weapons, bursting from side to side to make themselves harder to hit. They were continuing to fire but now a few were occasionally breaking off to fire at the Bunkers before returning to the battle.
The others continued to fire with their combination of missiles and railguns.

The Mech smashed to the ground was useless, knocked out by the crushing weight on it, however, the Boolean was able to fire off into the air, an ejection from his Mech that ended with him landing amongst the mass of Danaversian troops. One of the others was able to deflect the attack from the Xiscapian Mech and began to tangle with it, using their own energy weapons, small round shields mounted on the arms that could be used to either deflect attacks simply by raising the arms or cut by slashing forward.

Colony Two

For the moment, the Danaversian assualt halted. Happy to contain the Setulans in their small groups for the moment, knowing that they did not have the food to last for a long siege and knowing that the Danaversians could not really afford to try and storm the heavily defended and fortified position. They had suffered about 100,000 casualties to date and could not really continue the battle in the same manner as they had before.
So the Danaversians were happy to fortify their own positions and await for the Setulans to either counter-attack or starve.

Lune, Xiscapia

"Yes, my Birthday...it's in four days," She sighed as she realised that Ginta had not understood her jest and knew that he was struggling with the moment. She knew his birthday, they'd been working for years but he seemed to forgotten hers. She was also nervous, deadly nervous. She had been on dates before, of course, she had often gone out with Boys, brought them back to meet her father, learning of the noble birth of her boyfriends. That had been years ago. She had not gone out with anyone since...

Then, out of nowhere, silent tears began to roll down her smooth cheeks, as if something had suddenly occured. She looked away in shame, determined not to let Ginta see her cry. She had never thought about her birthday and she never celebrated it. She had not celebrated it since her 16th Birthday, when her Sister had been killed.
"Sorry," She managed to keep her voice steady but the tears were still running, "I'm sorry, it's nothing" She sighed.

Greywatch

16-01-2009, 05:25

"Oh, the way you've described the situation, I doubt we'd have to resort to removing your precious leader altogether. Slaughter some of the generals and war-headed lowers... yes. Perhaps even introduce a little anarchy into the mix, just make things a little easier." The Drone paused as the door opened and two figures entered. "Well, that'll be something for you to discuss with her." The Drones quickly left without saying anything else as one of the two new figures seated themselves. One of them was a woman of ebony skin dressed in deep blue, flowing robes. Her dark red hair was short and curly, her one brown eye looking to the others in the room while a scar and empty socket told of how she'd lost the other. The second figure took to leaning against the wall. It was a male Leanorian dressed in an oddly stylish crimson outfit, a green bladed sword at his side. His blue eyes looked over the Danaversians closely, silently analyzing the beings. The woman coughed before smiling, "Greetings, my name is Azure. From what I've heard, there are certain members of the Dananversian empire that believe this war is not in the empire's best interestes, correct? Also, it seems you believe a simple trading of information will do wonders to end this war, though it seems not everyone is willing to co-operate. I am here to propose something a little different in the way of trades. First, I'd like to ask what your position in the government is, as well as how much you can tell us about military leaders, critical military locations, etc. Also, how long can you stay here in Greywatch before someone notices your absence? Or is that not a problem? I need to know if there's an easy way to elimate high-ranking military leaders and bloodthirsty officials. The way I see it, if you can provide us with key targets, whether they be people that can help us or people we need to eliminate, we can help you end this war with minimum civilian casualties." The Leanorian stepped forward, "It's all still pretty sketchy, so anything you can offer would be much appriciated. We're going to try to be flexible."

Xiscapia

17-01-2009, 21:30

Miller, Improvised Rear Command Post...

OOC: Improv CP is way back behind the evac LZ, behind the city, just to let you know.

IC:

"We'll stick around. Might need the firepower."
Dui nodded as she hopped out of the back of the truck, some of her the Setulanites already erecting a tent for her convenience. "You and your men are apprechiated, Sergeant. Your lot is on guard duty, though I doubt any of the Dan will be able to get back here though our lines, 'xcept maybe in a body bag."

For a time all was quiet but for the distant rumble and roar of battle echoing across the deserted urban wasteland to them, Dui concentrating on the battle at hand. The Xiscapian was just linking though her vox to see if she could pull any of the APNAF from their duties in space to provide support for the withdrawl when she heard the shot, shouts, swearing and gunfire. She scrambled out just as a bolt ripped though her tent and ignited it, the structure collaspsing onto her equipment inside. The female kitsune cursed and, darting across the field, slammed into the side of the hovertruck, safe from fire for the moment, ripping her pistol from its holster. Then,
Evacuation complete. Droptroops enroute. Prepare for evacuation.

The Colonel swallowed as the battle raged around her, checking her minimap. The enemy was still pressing the attack, there would be no way the 610th and Joint Division would be able to make it out intact if they tried to retreat while under assault. Kneeling, Dui keyed in her comm unit, trying to send a message to the Alversian Command. However, it would reach the ships badly garbled and full of static, puncuated by the sound of weapons fire and screams. "Negative...*garbled*LZ not...zzzet...repeat...not secure, un-...*garbled* comply, recom-*static* off-"
Not knowing if her transmission warning the evacuation ships away from the LZ had gone though, Dui peered under the vehicle, trying to see who was attacking them and where he was coming from.

Miller, Frontlines...

Blue Four rose slightly above the lasers and rockets whizzing by as one of his foes fell away, shields down, armor punctured by multiple guns, his beam cannon folding into his arm and coming out a hand, which beckoned to the three remaining Booleans in the air mockingly. "We made short work of him, Pyro One. Come and get me, ya wankers!"
Blue Threes metal fingers tore though the enemy armor like it was paper as he sought to crush the pilot when the alien burst out almost right in front of him, spiraling away with some kind of ejection seat into the Danaversian horde. The kitsune in the suit sneered to himself as he watched. "Coward." Turning, Blue Three activated his energy sword and attacked another Boolean mech on the ground with it, seeking to impale him on it.

Blue Two was grappling with the Boolean driver, striking with his energy sword only for it to glance off the hand shields, punching with the other arm. "You, sir, are a worthy opponet,," his complimented, but the LAM now changed tactics. His other arm grew shorter into a hand, and, grasping the fronts of the shields with each managed for force the arms of the other apart, swiveled his shoulder railguns to point directly at the faceplate of the mech. The range was such that the shells would go though the armor, though the being inside it, and out the other side. "Bugger out or die, friend," He broadcasted openly so the Boolean could hear him.

Blue Ones shields finally failed and he was exposed to the enemy he was fighting, one good hit would either disable the LAM or kill the Leader of Blue Squadron. Dancing away, thrusters activated, the Xiscapian was shooting everything he had as he backed away towards the line the Joint Division and 610th Guards were holding, as if trying to get away. "C'mon boy, c'mon..." He coaxed unheard inside the vehicle. "Follow the bouncing war machine..."
The Xiscapians of the Joint Division were holding their own, unlike their Alversian counterparts they fired on fully automaic, raking across the lines, knowing they couldn't miss. Fuel-air missiles, cannons and heavy machine gun fire were all directed at Danaversian troops and armor alike.

Xiscapia, Tenfour...

Nakamoto smiled at that. "In two days by this planets clock the very first of the Marchamp class, the Xiscapian Imperial Warship Marchamp of course, will preform a run around this system. It will be special, not only because this will be the first flight of the first new vessel class in years, but also for the fact that she will be carrying a new point-defense weapon I am proud to say came from our own weapons labs. Officially, it is the Gravity Influencing Mobile Projectile. Unofficially, is it known as the Funnel, both for the shape of the cannon it is fired from and the unique force it exerts to be effective. I can show you a field test of the weapon, if you wish." The Company President was clearly excited that he would get a chance to show off his latest work.

Xiscapia, Lune...

Ginta was at loss. He had never in his life been confronted with such a situation, and was quite dumbfounded by the illogical reaction Emma was having at the mention of her birthday. "I..." He hesitated, unsure, and, cautiously, as if afraid he would be struck, wrapped an arm around her shoulder, patting it tentatively in a way he had seen others do to comfort a person in emotional pain. "I don't think it is 'nothing', Emma," he said quietly, looking out at the parking lot from the shade of the lab building in the balmy air. "What's the problem?"

Setulan

19-01-2009, 03:14

Miller, Front

The Republicans in the Joint Division were having an amazing time.
Not for them the spraying of the Xiscapians. Instead, they took their time and fired single, precise shots, scoring hits nine times out of ten, generally in lethal spots like the head or heart.
Heavy weapons teams, similarly entrenched, were enjoying themselves immensely as well as the Danaversians struggled over obstacles. Cackling merrily, the crews swivelled their heavy weapons and sprayed devestatingly powerful shots at the pre-set chokepoints. One gunner, turning to his friend, smiled happily.
"One good thing about these Alversians, they really know how to build a defensive network!" His companion, a Xiscapian Marine who had prior service with the Alversians, smiled back.
"Aye, but wait till you see their women!"

Goins was less than happy. Though his tank resumed fire on soft targets, he kept his gaze on Blue One and saw the Kitsune dancing back towards the lines. Checking the mech out from a different scope (energy reading), he saw the LAM was almost dead. The young captain grimaced slightly before hefting hsi radio.
"Heavy three, this is Pyro one. Acknowledge."
About seventy yards behind the front, a dozen heavy weapons operators were being kept in reserve. Their leader answered the call.
"This is Heavy three. What can I do for you?"
"Blue one is bouncing back towards you. Be ready to give him some cover."
"Rodger. Heavy three out."
The platoon leader looked at his team.
"Alright yall, we're going to cover Blue One. On my mark." The teams immediately turned their weapons to the sky, aimed at the Booleans. Heavy three started to mutter under his breath.
"Just a bit closer..."

Green watched with satisfaction, but realized that they needed to leave, and soon.
"Damnit, I would LOVE some air support!" A richochet bounced into his bunker and smacked him in the chest. He ignored it. This couldn't go on much longer.

Miller, Improvised HQ

The fire took everyone by surprise, and one Setulan didn't have time to fight back; struck six times by the enemy fire, he collapsed, dead before he hit the ground. The rest of the Joint Division troops spread out expertly, hitting cover and making sure the Colonel was safe. The sergeant looked at her wryly.
"Spoke to soon, ma'am!"

Tenfour

Marchamp smiled, amused by the eagerness of the executive.
"Please, I would be honored if you would demonstrate the capablities of the class."

Colony 2

General Townsend walked around the barracks area, clapping some men on the shoulder and saying a few inspirational words. The Dans had stopped their attack for now, but it was obvious why; The seperate redoubts each had a limited supply of food, about two weeks for the barracks area. He wasn't sure about the others. He sighed heavily.
The end was here, but he would make sure a whole lot of them died first.

Belkaros

21-01-2009, 18:36

Illesia City, Alversia

"A cold pitcher of water and a glass if it isnt too much trouble, General. The air in this city is pleasant, but a touch drier than what I am used to. A place to smoke would also be most pleasant. Belkan tobacco is usually smoked during talks of strategy, but I understand that many peoples are against the habbit." replied the general.

Alversia

21-01-2009, 19:48

Miller, Improvised HQ

The Alversians had also spread out but where laid out across the ground, firing on semi-automatic mode into the extensive bushes nearby, where it had been identified that the enemy fire was coming from. The Alversian troops could not be seen amongst the tall grasses, only the bursts of light from their rifles betrayed their positions. The fire went into the bushes, joining that of the Setulans and from Dui's pistols. However, the fire continued unabated, firing with such speed, that it seemed there was a machine gun amongst the, firing their own short bursts into the smoke of the grass, trying to hit the Alversian troops returning their fire.

Then, from above, the roaring sounding of modern engines echoed throughout the flat plains. Coming down from the sky were two Alversian Dropships, heavily armed, turrets swivelling in anticipation of an attack. The Alversian Lieutenant looked up in shock at the ships coming down.
"They musn't have gotten your message, Ma'am, now they coming down right into this maelstrom, now they gonna attack as soon as they land."
An attack is exactly what came, as a line of tracer stitched along the shield of one while an explosion erupted against another. The slowly descending ships gunned their engines and roared back into orbit, being chased the whole way by a line of green laser bolts. It was not long before the only sounds were those of the battle raging between the Coalition Troops and those who had ambushed the HQ.
"Ma'am!" It was the Lieutenant again, talking over his vox, from somewhere in the grass, "I think we need to withdraw. From the positions of their fire, it looks like they're encircling us!"

Miller, Frontline

The Kitsune were also enjoying themselves, watching as the attacks came forward and were cut down by their quick and accurate blaster fire. They continued to aim with their rifles on semi-automatic mode, taking a grim pleasure in watching an enemy collapse as a result of the shot. A few had become casualties but they were mostly protected from the counter attacks by the Bunker. Suddenly, with no apparent reason, the Danaversians began to withdraw, retreating from their attack points and falling back beyond the strike distance of the Coalition troops. The Kitsune of the Guards Battalion sighed in relief and began to maintain their weapons.
Saan approached Greene again, smiling as he did so,
"Not bad, you fight pretty well for Newbies to the Danaversians, you were almost as good as Our Recruits" He laughed and looked out at where the Mechas were disengaging.

The Boolean Mechas in the air had withdrawn immediately, not even trying to engage while the other on the ground also burst into the Air, choosing not to engage the LAM coming towards him. As Blue Two aimed his railguns at the Boolean, there was a loud snap and the Boolean Mecha fired high into the air and away from the battle. He had left his arms in the arms of the Xiscapian, before both of them exploded with more power than even a railgun shell. From this range, there was little that could withstand the explosion.

However, Blue Leader was also in trouble. One of the last Booleans had spotted the limping, damaged Mech and he quickly turned in mid-air, waiting for his targeting computer to lock on before he fired four railgun bursts at the Mech, waiting until he had confirmation of the kill before he turned and fled with his Colleques.

Colony Two

The Danaversians and Booleans did not attack as expected. They were happy to maintain their positions and fortify the ex-Setulan positions, awaiting for a counter-attack from the Setulans before they starved. More and more Danaversians were arriving, waiting happily for signs of battle. They liked these Setulans. They were warriors, like them, and they enjoyed fighting more than anything in the world. It was a great honour to die in battle and they would all ensure it happened someday.

Illesia City, Alversia

"Of course," Sorenson nodded and it was not long before a Pitcher of water was brought along with two glasses for him to drink from along with the Alversian Admiral.
When do you think your forces could be here?" He asked in conversation only, smiling at the scene of the vast, green gardens filled with the colours of a million flowers.

Lune, Xiscapia

"It's..." Emma wiped away the tears as she remembered everything from those days, she had not enjoyed a Birthday in ten years. In fact, she was regretting ever bringing it up. To her, it was not a day to celebrate, it was day to mourn the loss of her Big Sister, her guiding light, the girl who had guided her through life's challenges and had prepared her for where she was today,
"It's just...my Sister went missing a few days before my birthday. I never saw her again," She sniffed, looking away, accepting the arm gratefully, accepting the warmth it gave her. More tears leaked down her face, her mind filled with images of her Sister's beaming face.

Xiscapia

23-01-2009, 01:39

Miller, Improvised HQ...

"Con trai của một-hai đầu chó!*" Dui made the oath as she watched the dropships retreat under fire. "Lieutenant, Sargent," she plugged another bolt into the bushes as she spoke into the vox, "we need to fall back to that hill behind us and set up a defense! Coordinate the retreat, I've got some Qonndamn calls to make, and ensure that you get a few of those bastards on your way out!" Dui jumped into the back of the truck, trying to dial up a frequency on her communications unit, practically snarling in frustration. If Green had sounded angry before, he would be able to tell his counterpart was seriously pissed off. "Green! Listen, extraction has been aborted, repeat, evac is unavailable, not that anybody would fucking bother to tell me that. The drop ships can't make it to your LZ, Dan AA drove them off, you and your troops need to haul ass to us here at the Improv CP, six klicks east of the city. We're under fire here, but don't worry, I've got a guard, just focus on getting here in one piece. We-"

Her message would dissolve into static as a lucky shot from the hidden attackers pierced the covering of the hovertruck and hit her vox unit where it was attached to her collar. The force wasn't enough to kill her, but it did fracture the bone there, burning her skin in the second degree and sending heated splinters of plastic bouncing off her armor. "Arrahh!" She fell onto her side, clutching the wound, tears in her eyes, lip smarting where she'd bit it and drew blood with her sharp kitsune teeth. "I'll get you for that," she growled to the unseen enemy, using her good arm to raise herself up, "Tôi sẽ làm cho một ngôi nhà từ các cơ quan tình dục của bạn chết để bảo vệ cho tôi từ mưa máu của bạn!*" There was blood on the wall and floor of the vehicle, and as she looked at the charred remains of her vox Dui realized she wouldn't be able to call for reinforcements or an evacuation to her location. She'd have to hope Green and his men were tough enough to get to her, the Alversians smart enough to find and extract them, and the Danaversians slow enough not to overrun them. Musing on this as the sound of battle went on outside, she popped a few pain-killers into her mouth, reflecting that Green had overdosed on the things and nearly died at the Battle of Colony One, and started bandaging the injury, trying to figure out from the noises outside if her orders were being followed.

Miller, Frontlines...

The Xiscapians of the Joint Division didn't let up their attack until the Danaversians were out of range or they were ordered to cease fire, whichever came first. All sighed in relief or cowed in victory as they watched the enemy retreat once more. Another attack beaten back.

Meanwhile Blue Three's lunge had gotten him nothing as his enemy had swiftly backpedaled, leaping into the air and fleeing from him. Blue Four stayed in the air, watching the Booleans retreat, reloading calmly. But all was not well for the other two of the squad. Blue Two was left standing with both the arms of his foe grasped in his hands, looking rather stupid. "Damnit-" He prepared to throw them away in disgust, and both exploded violently, heat and light washing over his mecha, throwing the whole multi-ton machine to the ground and destroying his shields. After a few seconds the chest armor lifted and retracted and a kitsune pilot (http://kunkka.deviantart.com/art/mech-pilot-19775286) staggered out from his smoking vehicle, armor seemingly undamaged, weaving drunkenly from the force of the detonation. Blue One had been going backwards and, protected only by his armor, was virtually defenseless at close range against the powerful railguns. The LAM did not jerk as it was struck, and the shots did not penetrate out to the other side of the mass, and as the mecha still stood it seemed as though the Xiscapian inside had survived. But, slowly, gracefully, the armored Leader fell to his knees, then over onto his stomach, and lay still.

Blue Two seemed to recover and ran across the blasted ground to the still metal body of his superior, gloved hands working across the chest of the unit. As with his own it opened, and those at the right position would be able to see wet, shiny blood coating the inside of the cockpit, and Blue Two recoiled in horror. "You bastards!" He screamed, turning to see the Booleans go, back to the Danaversians, alternating to his own language. "Một trong những người đã có quan hệ tình dục với cơ quan chết!*** Come back here and fight, you fucking pussies! Cowards!" It was halfway between a scream and a sob. "Những người chạy từ chiến!****"
With a crazed movement the Xiscapian tugged his pistol from his belt and futilely began shooting at the departing Booleans until Blue Four descended and bodily picked his comrade up, carefully taking him back to the medical area to be checked for injuries. Blue Three shook his head, his mech doing the same, gathering up the gutted mechanical corpse of Blue Lead. "Couldn't beat us at our own game, even two-to-one." He hissed, jumping into the air, reverently placing the fallen one on top of a mound of dead Danaversian soldiers and destroyed armour. Hovering over it his thrusters flamed white-hot and the pile was set alight, a funeral pyre for the one killed in action.
No similar treatment was given to the destroyed Boolean.

Xiscapia, Tenfour, Nakamoto Dockyards HQ...

"Excellent!" Nakamoto clapped his hands and led them along at a brisk pace now, Marchamp and the Empress sharing a small smile at the enthusiasm of the Company President. In no time they had reached one of the VR rooms standard on-board XIN military vessels for running scenarios and training simulations, and the civilian version Jade had taken him to before would seem a far cry in comparison. This room was larger, and rather than wires and nodes there was simply what appeared to be a computer console with a number of jacks in it, some seats arranged around it, and a number of curious devices pointing down from the ceiling that might remind Marchamp of outdated satellite dishes. "Now, this weapon will not be unique to the class, it probably won't even be installed on any others because it is too dangerous to be supported by anything under the size of a Destroyer, but it was a matter of convenience for the weapon to be built into a new ship rather than installed on an existing vessel. Experts are confident that in careful hands, the only Marchamp class to be armed with the GIMP will be able to use if effectively."

As he had spoken the executive had been busy at the terminal, and now he stepped back, apparently finished with whatever he had been doing, inviting his guests to sit down. "This won't take long," he promised, "the simulation we're about to run involves about a minute in a combat situation against Danaversian warships that have deployed a large number of missiles and fightercraft."
As he finished the last word the room suddenly went dark, and around them materialized what would be the bridge of the finished frigate. The bridge was actually at the heart of the craft, although with the viewscreens displaying space outside it would be impossible to tell, holding half a dozen officers and a black-uniformed kitsune Captain, all attending to their various duties, all with their backs to the intruders. "Outside" they could see the magnified images of Danaversian Barracudas and cruisers, and even as they watched tiny pricks of light were observed all along the opposing battlewagons. For the first time, one of the gray-suited officers spoke, calmly and professionally.
"Scanners detect that the enemy has deployed two hundred thousand missiles and five hundred small craft. They are on an approach vector for us now, ETA fifty seconds."

The Captain wasted no time. "Deploy the GIMP missile." He ordered, and one of the other kitsune acknowledged with a hand signal, bending over his computer. A few seconds went by the whole ship shook, and in space outside a large missile, possibly half the size of the frigate itself, went roaring soundlessly by the screens, bound for some unseen destination beyond. "Follow." The Master and Commander ordered tonelessly, and one of the screens focused to track the missile so it could be seen with the naked eyes of the bridge crew as it glided away. Another moment passed and another of the crewmen spoke. "Containment field is down." Almost at the same time Danaversian missiles could be seen on a separate screen, warheads pointed ominously at the frigate and then...they slowly began to turn. Pulled by an invisible force, the rockets swerved, some doing a complete 180 degrees, now on a course for the GIMP rocket. They began to smash themselves against it with no visible effect, pounding it almost constantly as the main swarm reached the now motionless projectile.

Now Conger fighters could be seen, being inexorably drawn to the missile, the outer ones twisting, engines flaring as they were dragged to their doom, the closer ships flying as if controlled to crash against the armored hull of the rocket, destroying themselves utterly. The same continued for some time, and on other screens it could be seen that only a few scattered missiles and fighters had been able to bypass the GIMP, quickly being targeted and annihilated by the frigate's extensive PD system. By the time all the missiles and starfighters had suicidally collided with the GIMP it still sat, armor blackened but not pierced, silent and still, stoic. At that time the VR lifted and the three found themselves blinking in the bright light after the relative darkness of the false bridge. Jade was smiling politely, but there was a gleam in her eyes, and Nakamoto was outright grinning, obviously pleased.

"The best I can gather from the explanations of my scientists," he told them, "the GIMP utilizes a containment field inside of it which holds a small amount of hyperdense matter. Once launched engines on the back propel the rocket a safe distance from the mothership before the containment field is dropped and an intense gravitational pull is exerted from the superdense mass for several hundred thousand miles around the mass. This pull will attract anything bigger than a gunship or corvette of equal size into the rocket, and make maneuvering difficult for anything larger within a few dozen kilometers. The heavily armored projectile will literally smash nearby fightercraft, torpedoes and other similarly sized objects into it with the natural force of gravity, and the intense heat the engines radiate will serve to track missiles which target via infrared as well. Due to the size and power of the weapon it is not recommended for use by vessels which are not at least three times the size of the GIMP, but as I said, the first will carry one for the trial run and probably until she is eventually destroyed or scrapped."

Xiscapia, Lune...

"I'm sorry," said Ginta helplessly, entirely out of his comfort zone. "I'm sure there was nothing you could have-"

"Sir? Is there a problem, Ma'am?"
Ginta looked up to be confronted with one of the security guards of the laboratory, holding his weapons pointed at the ground, eyes looking from himself to Emma. The scientist shook his head. "Just a bad memory," he said quietly, trying to guide his colleuge away. "Come now, let's just find somewhere for you to sit down."

*Son of a two-headed dog!
**I will make a tent from the foreskins of your dead to shield me from the rain of your blood!
***Corpsefucker!
****Cowards!

Setulan

23-01-2009, 02:21

Miller, Improvised HQ

"Shit!" Dui looked up and almost shot the Setulan sergeant as he slid into cover next to her.
"And aren't you glad we got here to keep you alive?" He said conversationally. Around her, the remaining Joint Force troops were in various firing positions, laying down some serious cover on the Danaversians. The sergeant examined her wounds expertly. He took the bandage from Dui and started to apply it with quick, sure hands. In seconds, he was done.
"Used to be a medic," he explained briefly. "We gotta roll, Colonel. The green fucks will be all over us any minute now. Can you move?"

Miller, Front

Green was as relieved as the rest when the Dans withdrew...and then he got Dui's vox. He paled.
"Dui? Dui! Fuck, no!" Green looked around in horror as troops ran back to the parapet, thinking the Danaversians were coming again.
"I need a ride, right the fuck now! Gods damn it!" All around, troops were looking at him curiously.
"We have no pick up," he explained to Saan. "We need to haul ass six klicks to the rear now and hope that we can get picked up. Hope your boys are up to it, the Joint Division is falling back. Right now." He cued his vox. "Joint Division, this is Green. We need to tall back to a new evac location." Looking down at his command data slate, he saw that the hill Dui had marked was actually already on it. He stared for a moment-that Kitsune Major was too damn good. Green didn't want to get rid of him by letting him command a battalion.
"Evac plan Echo-23." A pause.
"Are you out of your fucking mind, Colonel?" It was one of the brigade commanders.
"Not at all, son. Now get to it!" Muffled cursing over the vox was followed quickly by a burst of activity along the lines as Joint Troopers started to fall back the long march to the rear. Everybody present knew that if the Dans came upon them now, they were fucked. They had to haul ass.

But beyond that, Green felt a pounding in his viens that made him want to sprint to the rear. Dui was in danger. She might even be...
Don't even think it.
"Fuck! I need a ride right the fuck now!" Goins cued his vox.
"Sir, we can-"
"No way, Captain. Those big bastards are way too slow." He growled in frustration, his knuckles white beneath his gloves.
"Don't we have anything faster?" He looked around desperately, hoping...

Tenfour

Marchamp was impressed despite himself, and let it be known.
"That is one hell of a weapon, sir. One hell of a weapon indeed. I can only hope we get a chance to let the Danaversians see it as well...from the recieving end."

Belkaros

23-01-2009, 04:07

Illesia City, Alversia

"Our full force commitment can be in system within two days," said Horan, after a long drink of water. He removed a slim, gilded case from his jacket, and removed a hand rolled cigar. He lit it and offered the case to the Alversian. "Our in-system forces can reach full combat readiness in about half an hour, not counting our instant response team, which can deploy twenty-five mobile suits in 30 Belkan Standard Seconds. Where would you like our current forces stationed, Admiral?"

Belkaros

23-01-2009, 05:31

OOC- I like when Xis posts little pictures within the posts. Just throwing that out there.

Alversia

23-01-2009, 20:24

Improvised HQ, Miller

Amidst the sounds of battle, the Alversians were already fufilling Dui's order, taking it in turns, half of the ten Squads would get up and run two dozen steps backwards, covered by their comrades still firing from the grass. An Alversian collapsed as he was hit in the back by the following fire. He stood up again shakily, feeling the scorched back of his armour, quite unbelieving that he had survived the blast. The fire in the bushes was starting to spread out, and higher quantites of fire were pouring into the loose order Alversian Platoon. They were doing what they could, in co-operation with their Setulan Comrades.
The Lieutenant looked in at Dui and the Medic,
"Ma'am?" He asked, looking keenly at the wound, a small element of concern in his voice, "You're gonna be left behind here if you don't withdraw with us. The Dans are coming up fast. We can't hold our positions anymore. They're folding our flanks."
And what he said was true, the Danaversian fire was spreading out into a roughly cresant-shape and it would not be long before they had surrounded the landing zone and the troops who were defending it.

Frontlines, Miller

"What?" Saan looked rather surprised by Green's outburst but he tapped his vox regardless understanding what was happening. If the DMZ had been driven off then his unit risked being surrounded and cut off, to be ground down. He would be damned if it was going to be his Battalion that was destroyed. He was also relieved to be getting out of the Danaversian line of fire. If there was one thing that he hated, it was sitting here, waiting for them to come to him,
"This is Lieutenant Colonel Saan," The Alversian Kitsune had a link to his Officers, knowing that they would rely the information to their own Units, "We're moving out, Dans have taken the LZ and we're uppin' sticks to another LZ. We'll march in Companies, Light and Grenadier Companies to the rear if you please." Even as he said it, the Guards Battalion stood and marched quickly into their formation, a loose marching order to take advantage of the firm roads. The last units to leave the forts were the Light and Grenadier Companies, which provided the Battalion with it's Snipers and Heavy Weapons troopers. They were also considered the eilte of the Battalion, with the quickest, smartest and tallest between the two Companies. They were also the best Infantry to cover any retreat. However, even as they marched, the tanks and armour of both the Alversians and the Joint Division vanished in a bright blue light, the Alversians had only had the chance to bring the armor out via beaming, as it would be them that would have to be left behind when they reached the LZ.
"We have no light vehicles," Saan informed Green, "We didn't think they were needed so we left them at HQ on Alversia." He said it apologetically.

Illesia City, Alversia

"Thank you, that is good news," Sorenson replied as he took a sip of water himself. He looked at the holomap and sighed,
"We don't know for sure yet where the Danaversians and their Allies are going attack but we would assume that it would somewhere in this region here," He pointed to between Gerral and a small asteroid cluster on the outskirts of Alversian space,
"If they do as we expect, then it shall be the Alversian Homefleet that meets them in battle. 29 ships, commanded by a Rear-Admiral Cavourna. It shall be a tough battle, but one that we shall hopefully have the ability to win."
He was thinking of the Booleans and their weaponry. If a solution was not found quickly...he shuddered at the thought.
"Here," He pointed to the map, in the centre of Alversian space, "If you position your forces here, then you can join our Home Fleet in preparation for strikes."

Lune, Xiscapia

"T...thank you," Emma sniffed as she took a seat in the cafe that Ginta had been gently guiding her towards. She took out a tissue and began to dry her tears,
"It was just that I wasn't at home when she left. I was in Rio Casa. The first I heard of it was when the Navy came to inform our father. He collapsed." She gave a sad smile.

Xiscapia

24-01-2009, 04:27

Miller, Improvised Headquarters...

"Thanks, Seargent," Dui gritted her teeth, ears flattening, as she swallowed the pills, sweating slightly. The kitsune eased herself up onto her knees, gingerly trying to move her left arm, finding that she could go though a small range of motion, but beyond a certain point it hurt far too much to be of any use.
"We gotta roll, Colonel. The green fucks will be all over us any minute now. Can you move?"
"You just make sure you can keep up with me, boy," She gave him an amputee's smile, knowing that the unwounded Setulanite with much longer legs than her could outpace her easily.
"You're gonna be left behind here if you don't withdraw with us. The Dans are coming up fast. We can't hold our positions anymore. They're folding our flanks."
"Don't get your panties in a knot, Lieutenant, I'm moving my ass as fast as I can," Dui growled, aggravated by her injury. "And that's 'Colonel' to you."
Tail flicking slightly, the Xiscapian used her good arm to stand up and jumped out of the bed of the truck, blaster already in hand. She began firing blindly at the enemy, muttering to herself. "I'd trade my left lung for a fucking mecha, or even a tank."

Trading blasts with their unseen attackers Dui and her guard retreated up the thirty-foot high hill. It was craggy and full of cliffs and tiny ledges, a good spot to defend, and as of yet unmarked by the mindless destruction of war. Even high upon the rise Dui could not see who was assaulting her troops, although she there was no doubt in her mind that they were Boolean troops, the first she'd ever come in contact with. The only positive in the situation was that, though it was impossible to tell how many hostiles were in the area, at least they didn't have any fighter support or armour nearby.
Not that the Coalition did, either.

Miller, Frontlines...

The kitsune of the Joint Division were preparing for the march away to the distant LZ, packing up weapons and picking up the katana swords of fallen brethren, but they were doing something else, too. Occasionally one would lay a mine or spring-loaded blade of some sort, but the big one was the layers of combustible liquid they were spreading over the carpet of dead Danaversian troops. This quickly came to life in the form of a stinking mass of burning flesh and metal, making a wall of flame yards long and wide and many feet might, belching smoke into the air to screen their withdrawal. It wouldn't stop them, not by a long shot, but the troops knew as they watched the fires spread that it just might end up saving their lives.

Even as the words left Saan's mouth there was a roar: Not that of a beast, or even that of many guns firing, but the familiar, old growl of an approaching motor vehicle. Seconds later a armored car (http://berl.deviantart.com/art/LRV-42908538) (ooc: eat it up, Belk ;)) shot over the top of a bunker, landed near Green with a bang, twisted crazily on two wheels, spitting dirt, gun turret bouncing, blasting violent-sounding music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36eVY4eqK-Y), and came to a stop next to the Colonel. The driver's side door was kicked open and an Xiscapian Green would identify as the wounded Private Yesho stepped out...the top half of him, anyway. From the thigh down his legs were made of gray armored metal, each ending in a stable three-bladed claw, and his tail was made of segmented metal joints from the stump of his organic tail down to what appeared to be a scythe-like blade attached to the end. The kitsune had a fierce gleam in his eyes, and didn't seem to be at all conscious of the fact that everyone nearby was staring at him as if a spirit had landed among them. "I went for the military replacement version," he explained in a loud voice, turning to Green. "You call, I come. Wherever you want to go, I'll man the turret and lay waste to some motherfuckers, those shit-eating dogs owe me a tail and a pair of legs."

Tenfour...

"Soon enough we will install the GIMP on all ships large enough to carry it, and it will certainly see battle within weeks." Nakamoto nodded, pleased his guest found the weapon satisfactory. Jade grinned beside him, speaking for the first time since they'd entered the vessel. "They won't even know what hit them."

Lune...

"The Imperial Navy?" Ginta blinked behind his glasses in confusion as they sat down at the counter. "Why...what did the XIN have to do with this?"
The kitsune in attendance looked from one scientist to the other, waiting to take an order.

Setulan

24-01-2009, 17:20

Miller, Improvised HQ

The Setulans fell back, guns blazing, before taking cover in the rocks. Three of the troopers stayed near Dui at all times, making sure she didn't get killed. Though they couldn't see the Booleans with the naked eye, the special sensors built into their helemts could usually pick up the life signs, and they tried to target them based on those alone.

Miller, Front

Green didn't hesitate.
"Get in the back, trooper." Green ran forward and jumped in the driver's seat over the protests of his command squad. He turned on them suddenly.
"Shut your mouths, all of you. Fall back as fast as possible. I'll meet you there."

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags goes up,
Churning and burning, they yern for the cup.

Green revved up the engine and gunned it, rocketing away towards the hill where Dui was pinned. Six klicks. Six klicks to go...

They deftly manouver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank,
Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns,
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern.

Music still blaring, Green was oblivous to the surreal nature of his wild drive; The Colonel in the drivers seat, the half-mech private in the turret. In the back, Yesho cranked back on the charging handles of the heavy weapon, a shit eating grin spreading across his features.

As they speed thru the finish the flags go down.
The fans get up, and get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can

In what seemed no time at all, one klick down. One down, five to go as the desperate Colonel powered forward with everything he had. No time to waste. Every second he spent driving was a second that Dui was hung out to dry.

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

He was no longer a Colonel. He was no longer a Republican. The man who had fought so tenaciously against the Loyalists, the Kewen, and now the Danaversians was gone. He was only Mike Green, and the woman he loved was in danger.

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.

Four klicks. Sweat stood out on his brow, rolled down his face and chest.

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.

Teeth clenched, unclenched. His knuckles white underneath his gloves, his muscles tense and quivering with the adrenaline that coursed through his system. Nothing would stop him from getting to her...he just couldn't wait for something to try.

No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine.
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster truck force.
In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping time that her memories will fade,
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.

Three klicks. Signs of the encroaching Danaversians and Booleans were now apparent as the wind ripped past, it's howling made insignificant next to the screaming of his soul.

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Two klicks. The sounds of gunfire were now apparent as the hill rose into sight, flashes of light and tracers streaking back and forth as the Booleans pushed forward, confident of their victory. Yesho trained the big gun on the enemy, his eyes cold...merciless.

Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.

One klick, and the Boolean positions were clear in Yesho's sights, if not the aliens themselves. The gun thundered and spat incandescent death and the fire against the hill slackened as the Booleans assessed the new threat and designated some troops to engage the encroaching vehicle.

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse!

Green slammed on the breaks, forcing the racing vehicle into a slide. Shots rattled agains the side armor of the vehicle as Green kicked open a door and, keeping low, used the heavy transport as cover. He unlimbered a K-666 Devil and started to fire sustained bursts at the Booleans.

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance...

The fire against the two intensified, the enemy shots coming down hard and heavy. Green cursed to himself and grit his teeth. No way he could get to Dui right now, he would be shot to pieces. Suddenly, he laughed.
Yesho, not looking up from his gun, asked him what he thought was so fucking funny.
"We came like the hammers of hell, Yesho. Must have made record time. I think we win the award for most random distraction of the war."

Tenfour

Marchamp smiled as well.
"I certainly hope not. We have quite a blood price to repay the Danaversians. The more we kill, the happier I am."

Alversia

24-01-2009, 17:26

OOC: TG Set

Belkaros

24-01-2009, 18:15

Illesia City, Alversia
"I will send the order, then," said Horan, downloading the indciated coordinates and sending them to his fleet with a few taps on the map's GUI. "We should be at an advantage, depending on the Boolian and Danaversian experience with mobile suit battles. Our past combat records indicate a 37% boost in effectiveness in first contact scenarios with mobile suit forces."

Alversia

25-01-2009, 16:21

Miller, Improvised HQ

"Sorry, Ma'am," The Lieutenant saluted then went back to his troops. They were laying prone on the ground now, just beyond the brow of the hill, taking advantage of the cover it offered. The Boolean fire was spreading out into a rough horseshoe shape and, despite the arrival of Green in an armoured car, the amount of fire on the small group of Coalition Troops was only increasing. The Lieutenant suspected that the Booleans outnumbered his small group maybe two to one at the moment and He suspected that number would only grow. He was thinking that maybe it was a scouting unit that had run into his Platoon and was now pinning them here, waiting for reinforcements. Perhaps the rest of their unit was close. He knew they were being reinforced by the hour while he was under increased pressure.

As he was thinking about this though, he heard a loud thunderous boom that seemed to roll along the grassy plain, he could see where the bush had been forced apart to his left and, quickly, he rolled over to the side in time to avoid a massive blast of earth just ten yards in front of him, showering him in dirt and grass. He looked up to see where the blast had come from, seeing the hole where the gun had fired but unable to see the gun anymore, seemingly moved on. This one shot was followed by more percussion-like booms that made the ground on which he was laying shake. He looked up to see one of the...he supposed it was a shell...explode in midair, scattering searing roasting pieces of metal in all directions. One of the Alversian Troops gave a yell in pain and shock, looking over from his machinegun to see that one of the shards had melted through his Armour to nestle in his leg.

"Bloody hell," he said in surprise, "What are the odds in that eh?" before rolling over and clutching his leg.
Another bolt flew from beyond the hedge and took the arm off another Alversian, his screams of agony adding to the music of battle, the rattle of blaster bolts, the inpact the shots and the yelling of military orders. Medics went quickly to sort out the wounded and the Boolean fire dutifully moved away from the Non-Combatants to focus on other targets. It seemed like the Booleans had their own code of honour.

Elsewhere, where Green was hiding behind the Armoured Car, another explosion was blown up beside it. It seemed like the Booleans were masters of concealment. The gun could not been seen, there was no telltale smoke and the gun was impervious to sensors, meaning one had to rely on One's own eye to find it, and the Booleans were very good at concealment again.

Miller, Frontline

Saan stood to the side of the road anxiously as the Joint Division and Guards 610th moved down the road in one long column, it was several miles long, stretching almost beyond visual range. The city's tallest buildings were just visible from here, and it would not be long before the 15,000 troops of the Coalition Rear Guard would amongst it's narrow streets, hoping that no advanced Enemy units had garrisoned it after the rest of the Army had withdrawn.
He had seen the Xiscapians of the Joint Division lighting up the carcesses and, for a moment, he considered rushing forward to stop them. However, before he could take a step, the flames jumped high into the air, licking across the whole frontline of Danaversian bodies. He pursed his lips at the sight.
The flames would tell the Danaversians only one thing. That the Coalition were abandoning the bunkers. Normally, the Danaversians would not have been watching the bunkers at all, focusing internally on their own ragged formations, working on building up another attack, taking it for granted that the Coalition would not move elsewhere.
But now the flames had drawn all eyes to the Bunkers and, even through the smoke, they would put two and two together and know that something was going on.

Saan looked back again as the first troops of his own Battalion moved forward. He sighed in frustration. Green had rushed off, so he had no idea who was in command of the Division now, it would take time to get so many troops up one road and the entire Danaversian assualt would be focused on his Rearguard Companies, the 1,000 troops of the Light Company and Grenadiers. The Joint Division would deploy forward to act as an advanced guard. At least the flames had given the troops time, the Danaversians would be playing catch up in the pursuit, while the artillery had been caught off guard would need to be deployed again to hit the long, exposed Column. Hopefully though, the troops would be gone by the guns were ready to fire again.

"Come on, move it!" He snapped to his own troops, suddenly fearing a bombardment worthy of the apocolypse. He could see his own troops being slaughtered now, his Kitsune, those who marched grimly up the road now with their weapons, equipment and katanas. He could see them lying dead in the road, slaughtered, blood everywhere and equipment strewn all over the plance. He could see the 610th being struck from the military List, sacrificed on the planet of Miller. He shivered at the thought. No Guards Battalion was going to be lost while he was in command, even if he had to move mountains to stop it.

So he looked to the flames, praying that his luck would hold the 610th, at the back of the column, could march briskly out of range before the Danaversians could bring their formidable firepower to bear or gather enough troops for a pursuit.

Illesia City, Alversia

"I hope so Admiral," Sorenson smiled as he drank, "But it is wise not to underestimate the Danaversians in combat. They have a vast Empire and I would imagine they have encountered all technologies during their clashes along the frontiers. I would especially not estimate their Allies. The Booleans are a worringly effecient race. We shall have to engage them with caution from here on in." He laughed, "We have unestimated them once before to our considerable peril. Anyway," he indicated to the door, suggesting that they walk, "I am afraid that I know next to nothing about your or your people."

Lune, Xiscapia

"Well," Emma had regained most of her composure and, when the Waitress came to take her order, she wiped her eyes and just nodded,
"A cup of tea please," She asked, before looking back to Ginta, smiling without humour,
"The first people on the scene where two Alversian Customs Frigates. Both of them pursued the Pirates while broadcasting a message back to their Headquarters about the attack. Some of the Customs Troops boarded the transport ship and brought it back to Rio Casa. The Customs people alerted the Xiscapian Navy, seeing as it was a Xiscapian Citizen who was kidnapped."
She sighed,
"We cried for months and months and months. Our Father refused to go outside. He refused to talk to anyone, he didn't even come to my graduation," she laughed drily, "But he had recovered enough to take an interest in my Sisters and their lives. He's never really seen me as the Eldest. He still thinks she's alive, the rest of us know the truth," She shook her head, ponytail swishing from side to side in conjunction with her movements, "She's dead. She's been dead for years." Another tear appeared in the corner of her eye but her voice was steady and strong.

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