NationStates Jolt Archive

It had been three weeks since the attack on Colony 1 which had destroyed the planet, almost taking the entire garrison with it. Three weeks, and since that time there had been no sign of the vile animals that had perpetrated the offense...the Kewen.
The attack had been swift, sudden, and unexplained. The aliens had attacked with a ferocity unseen by any since the darkest days of the Great War...and they had won. Damn them to hell, had they won!

Whether or not they could hold onto the planet was irrelevant. What mattered was that the Republic no longer had it.

Fortunately, there were three other Colonies. Colony 2 was as far removed from anything as it was possible to be. Colony 3 was very close to what was thought to be the territory of the Danaversians, a race almost as disgusting and warlike as the Kewen. And Colony 4, while it did not appear to be in any danger, was in the direction that the Kewen fleet had arrived when they attacked Colony 1.

This time, they were ready.

Despite the minimal fleet presence, a thought out battle plan was already formed, built around the real reason why nobody thought the Kewen could take the planet-Alvaras.
Alvaras was one of the orbital fortresses of Setulan. It had been towed to Colony 4 because of the possibility of a Kewen attack, and it was beyond formidable. It was divine.
Five kilometers long. Three kilometers deep. Decked with macro cannons, ion cannons, torpedo bays, launching docks, point defense weapons...
22,000 men lived on board. An entire brigade of Planetary Guard was stationed to repel any attempt at boarding. Three wings of Bentnose fighters and one of Bentnose bombers were there to make sure that nothing got too close. It hovered above the fortress on the ground, making sure it could not be attacked from space.
The ships of the line present were also formidable in their own right.

The Terror-Class cruiser Retcon. Rear Admiral Polk, commander of the fleet, had made it his flagship.
The two Fear-Class cruisers March and Distance.
Six Storm-Class frigates-Lo, Ferrocity, Fear, Planetside, Hornet, Giant.

On the surface, the 67th Heavy Division held its ground in a mountain redoubt. The base was filled not only with the division, but also hundreds of automated point defense weapons, anti-orbit batteries, and void shields. Led by Major General Howser, a hero from the Great War, it was widely accepted that anybody attacking Colony 4 would be up shit creek without a paddle.
At the least, it could hold out until help arrived.

That theory was about to be tested...

Time, for a Kewen is not something they worry about, fawn about or even pay attention to, it is merely a distraction a obstacle for them to overcome once
they fear it yes, more then anything in this universe but now, they scoffed at it laughed at it, and gave it innapropriate hand signals as they had beaten it
Other races turned to temporal sciences, augmentations, bionics implants and bio-engineering to surpass the limits of there frail bodies, The kewen perfected
it, well not them, but the Deep mother, center of the kewens Unnofical belifes its motives unknown it had engineered the Kewen races from the very beginning
growing there primal lust for knowledge, carefully growing them.

Time in the Link is fluid, much likethe kewen bodies, Many years of discussions and argumentss could takeplace in the link and only a few hours would pass in the
real world the particular topic they were discussing this time was the Setulanites.

If one coudl peer into the link, what they would hear, no feel would be a swirling mass of minds, age stretching into the many thousands of years, all arguing
in a unintelligble language, that sounded much like hissing.
If the sights and sounds were translated it would be something like...

"Bring him forward" A low dark voice said, echoing through the vast stadium, reminiciant of the one in italy the crowd chanted and bellowed as a Small Ragged
and shaken Setulanite stepped forward, inbetween two hulking figures, each as talk as a tree, and arms and legs which could crush tanks nudged the puny figure forward
The voice spoke again
"You, the Carbon Mammel known as Setulan, you have been brought here today to face the Brethern court and answer for your intrusions, will you answer our questions?"
The Figure looked up, unaware of the whole statium, as the human mind couldnt simply comprehend the vast conciousness of a whole race... and something else.
A defiant look was in its eyes, much like the ones of its fellows there bodies littered the floor, the kewe true to there word had left all the setulanite prisnors in a space container with ample food and water
at the designated point. Well except the few they swapped out with Kewen copies.

"We thought as much" The voice boomed, suddenly the figure fell to the floor, writging in unseen pain as its mind was assulting by the assmbled kewen in the link
the figured screamed and fell limp to the floor, dead like the rest.

"Do we have what is needed?" The voice asked
"We have done what is needed yes, but the choice remains should we act?" A second voice replied, before being cut off by a whole storm of voices
"They are Defilers!" one shouted
"They wrought damaged tot he Seedworld, that will taken many a year to fix!" Another one roared, much to the rest of the voices approval
"So" The first voice said, the rest immediatly stopped "what will be our course of action, Wait as we have always done, or strike"
it seemed like the first voice, was the voice of reason as they argued well into the weeks the younger voices cried for blood, and retribution for the fallen
Few did disagree but the most senior, who in there infinate understanding understood one simple fact, Humans were some of the most ignorant creatures
in this universe, and twas not there fault they blunder as much as they breath.

"It is Decided then" The first voice said wearily
"We shall go to war!" The Crowd answered, many cheering, others uncertain of the fate that awaited them.

***

Approximatly Four weeks after the meeting.

In orbit around a random planet, a single beacon began to emit its pre-programed call, a simple series of tones that sounded much like a ringing tone
It continued for most of a day, they it shutdown, the system was quiet very quiet, then a single atom appeared from nowhere, then more then many trillions more
flew like salt from a tipped container slowly forming the shape of a single, huge and Daunting cube.

2km Tall, 2km wide, it was the Thrid Cube out of the four built, each had specific strengths and weaknessess, the one present at the first battle with the
setulanites, was the "Sword and Sheild" Dubbed so, because it was the strongeest one direction and has the most powerfu ldefenses, this was was dubbed the
"Encumbered Magus" the reasoning behind the name, would be a one you needed to be a kewen to get, but it carried the heaviest arnmanet, in terms off longrange firepower and Orbital weapons along with devestating Atmosheric Depravation missles.
needed for a planatary seige.

Throughout the day, many more ships appeared around it, Nine crusiers in total, A dozen and a half destroyers appeared, and a new class seemed to be launching from the planet
, which darted around the larger ships like a kid runs around a child Vanguard class frigates they were, ment to fill the kewen gap between Destroyer, and Gunboat.

Without warning, they all began to fade away, or appear to fade away, and in a Setulanite system they began to fade it on the edge of it, the first ship to fade in
was the Cube, and the moment it materialised, it began to generate a system wide comms blackout, attempted to shut off longrange comms and distress calls, and then the rest of the fleet came...
along with the Electronic Warfare craft, Darknight, which used its speciliased equipment to aide the Cubes comms blackout, the second battle was about to begin
as the fleet faded in around the cube.


ooc: wheeeeee...

ORBAT:
1 Cube
1 Electronic Warfare craft
9 Crusiers
15 Destroyers
34 Vanguard Frigates

Stats on the Vanguard
Dimensions:
Length: 100meters
Width: Narrowest 20meters, Widest 41 meters
Height: shortest 22.5meters Highest 52 meters.
Mainweapons: Two racks of small fusion missles 15 missles per rack, one rack each side
four dual barreled small railguns, along the bottom of the ship
Two forward facing plasma cannons
Four Plasma lancers.

A systems operator on Alvaras picked up the cube quickly.
"Contact, sir, target identified as a Kewen BattleCube." The Admiral rose slowly.
"Indeed? Battle stations." A siren rang out across the superfortress as the troops ran to their stations, preparing weapons.
"Send a link to the home system, tell them we are under attack," he continued quietly.
"No can do, sir, comm blackout." The man nodded slowly.
"Indeed. They are clever, aren't they? Prepare batteries."
"Aye aye!"
"Message to the Rear Admiral-execute Battle Plan Epsilon."
"Yes, sir!"

On the Retcon, Polk saw the signals and sighed.
"Alright, they're here. Prepare for jump."
"Yes, sir!"

Every ship in the defense force turned to bear weapons on the Kewen. A massive surge of power went through them...
And in a flash, they had made a jump, abandoning the system for the Halo.

Which was not to say the system was defenceless by any stretch...Alvaras could hold off this entire fleet. Defeat it, no. But certainly keep them from bombarding the troops on the ground.

"Prepare Nova cannons."
"Yes, sir."
The heavy, long range nova cannons charged up, pointing squarely in the middle of the Kewen formation.
A surge of energy, clearly visible to the naked eye (much less ship sensors) rippled along the fortress, and the two Nova cannons fired. The shells were so fast that they were impossible to detect on all but the most powerful sensors, and they left a blazing white trail in their wake before exploding in the middle of their targets with the force of a small star exploding (hence the name).

OOC:
You already have my ships in system, and all the stats are on my factbook, but here are Alvaras' stats.

1150 Macro Cannon (big bore, 500 megaton shell)
600 I-6 Ion cannons
100 I-3 Ion Cannons
30 Torpedo tubes
^
This is why I have so few of them.

The Cube was fairly lucky, considering it had its sheilds up and didnt even have any weapons charged, the blast, thought huge and effective and brough the cubes sheild to its knees, a mere 25% left(if you think its godmodding the ships almost as big as your station. and its the epitomb of kewen techlyness) and that was being optimistic.

A single crusier had been completely oblitererated by the force of the gun, and all that was left of it was fine dust, kewen across the fleet hoped they didnt have many more of that gun.

The rest of the fleet scattered, presenting as little of a target as possible, three crusiers decided to pay back the dam station, and began to charge there Mainweapon, after hiding behind something suitably big of cours(anyplanets/moonsetc) the rest of the fleet, turned broadside in various positions.

Onboard the cubes bridge.
"Seal that breeech!" Someone yelled, as a fire crackled in the middle of a control panel, someone saw fit to yell "Open fire!" into the comms, and the fleet didnt much care who said it, and they fired a Huge cloud of Anti matter, and fusion missles erupted from the fleet, and moments later a cloud half the size of the fleets missles, erupted from the battlecube and sped off towards the enemy station.

Hangers opened up on the crusiers, and a mere fourty fighters shot out, of a unknown design they cloaked immediatly after leaving the hanger, and sped around the back intent on getting close to the setulanite planet.


ooc: wow, big cannon, how many more times can that thing shoot?!?! - _ -

ooc: Once more if I'm lucky. I understand how ridiculous the Nova cannon is, don't worry, and as such the range is limited by how close you are. You don't want to fire one of those things anywhere near yourself. Also, they can't be fired near a planet; the heat would set the atmosphere on fire. And don't worry about the cube, I wouldn't expect it to be destroyed by that. ^^
ooc2: I'll have a picture of Alvaras up when I get home...currently in the school library.

IC:

The gunnery crews cheered as the cruiser was vaporized by the blast and got back to work as the autoloading system kicked in for the nova cannons.
"Sir, enemy missile swarms inbound!" The admiral nodded.
"Alright, fire the guns ahead of predicted trajectories, and respond with our own torps. Target the cube. I don't want it able to threaten the troops on the ground."
"Yes, sir!"

The guns of Alvaras were set up in a very strange way. The ship seemed to be alive as the first bank of guns fired, hundreds of shells hurlting out towards the inbounds. The station then rotated, presenting a fresh bank of guns, and then again and again as each fired (with five sides in total). The shells were fused to blow ahead of the incoming projectiles, and they did their job admirably, destroying many of the inbounds. The point defenses acounted for scores more, but of course there were too many to stop completely.
A dozen solid hits were made against Alvaras. Through the bulk of the station, there was no indication that they had even been hit accept for the flashing red lights on control displays.
"Sir, we've lost thirty macros!"
"Alright. I want all guns prepped for when they actually get into range."
"Yes sir!"

A swarm of answering missiles and torpedoes answered the Kewen as Alvaras retaliated, aimed only at the cube. If they could just force it to retreat, things would get much easier.

ooc: Awesome.

Most of the kewen ships ignored the incomming missles, since it wasnt actually aiming for them they could move away from it virtually unharmed,
The Cube on the other hand, stared at the missles as they raced towards it, it waited they were pretty close now, really close..

"Fire" Someone yelled, from admist the dark bridge of the ship, sparsly illuminated by the odd instrument panel, and screens.
Across the ship, many hundreds of small flak cannons swirled around and belted rounds at the approching missles, setting them off aa lovly cloud of swirling explosions formed around the cube, most of the missles had been swatted like the flies they were, but you couldnt hit all of them and a small amount snuck through.

The three crusiers, which had previously ducked around a planet re-appeared in there previous place, mostlythe same except for the big ball of death that accumulated around the point of the ship, and suddenly they fired, three beams of peircing red enegy sped towards the station, tho it did leave the crusiers completly useless now they limped behind the planet.

The Numerous if weak Vanguard frigates, broke off from there formations and charged at the station firing there puny weapons and guns compared to that of there larger breatherin, speeding ahead of the pack the spines that lined the top of the ship began to glow a slightly reddish tint.

The Crusiers and the destroyers, soon followed suiteach on a seemingly random attack vector, fireing all manners of weapons ranging from Big railguns and massdrivers to plasma beams and missles as they closed in on the station.


The few dozen or so fighters, which were launched ealier inthe batttle had reached there halfway point, they continued to sneak around the planet.

Alvaras (http://spaceship.brainiac.com/GamesWork/gw-1541b.jpeg) changed tactics on the assaulting ships.
The massive gun banks, instead of focusing on the larger cube or cruisers (which were in the medium-range envelope anyway), targeted a dozen guns a piece to the smaller, more fragile escorts. Fast, the massive shells-in some cases almost as large as the ships they were fired at-would zone in on a target and swat it from the void, akin to shooting a fly with a .45 pistol.
That was the theory, at least.
The banks of guns kept up thier relentless assault even as the ravening beams of energy from the cruisers hurtled in. They impacted and the shields flared momentarily.
"Sir, side 3 reports shields down to 91%."
"Very well. Keep up the rotation, give them a strong side."

And that was truly the beauty of the station, and what would keep it alive. It did not have one shield, but rather five, each just as powerful as those kept on a main-line battleship. As the arms continued to rotate, the shield being hit would change too, making it devilishly difficult to bring enough firepower to bear to bring down the shields.*

"Launch fighter and bomber wings now!"
Hanger bays which had until this point been closed started to vomit out attack bombers, which vectored in on the Kewen small ships.
The bombers in question were none other than the Bentnose bomber varient. Introduced in the Great War, the strangely shaped craft resembled nothing so much as a sausage with a downward pointed nose. The bombers, however, were far from harmless. Fully sixty five meters from bent nose to tail, the craft had banks of missile launchers and were packed with replacement rockets. Heavily armored, they were unfortunately slow. To defend themselves against enemy void fighters, they had four turrets-nose, tail, top and bottom-and were escorted by Bentnose fighters, the more agile craft-to-craft cousin of the bigger bombers.
They launched now, preparing to volley off waves of missiles at close range against the escorts. The stealthed fighters were actually detected on sensors aboard Alvaras, but were dismissed as ghost signals by the harried operators.

ooc: There is a particular weakness to the station-it can't move. Once anchored in space, it is singularly unable to go anywhere and stays in orbit above a set point. Therefore, anything on the other side of the planet-or even too close to it-is safe from fire, as the planet's bulk prevents any attack. The station comes into its element when defending against a target moving in from out of system (like you).

The Fighters, entered the last stages of there course, now on the opposite side of the planet to the battle, all but one of the decloaked and
decended down to the surface of the planet.

A thin long hand, pressed a intricate pattern of buttons on the control panel in front of his, as he kept his fighter in orbit of the planet
checking the last few symbols carefully, he pressed a button, which vaguely looked like the Egyptian symbol for ra.
While cloaked, a powerfful transmission was being broadcasted, not the usual one mind you but rather one akin to a space anomaly, speciifically
the kind the kewen use as a beacon, and one which acts like a massive fireball in a dark room, you get drawn to it.

WHile the signal strength was left to increase, the battle still raged on the other side of the planet.
While the tactics the Setulan sttion used, were akin to swatting a fly with a .45 pistol such hits usuallyever hit, and for the most part the small
frigates evaded the fire gracefully, except the few who walked into the rounds, and turned into a mini debreis feild.

The Majority of the Vanguards continued on there course directly at the station, the spins along the back of the ships now glowing a hot red, aall except
the leading three ships..
Changing fire from the station to raining it down upon the fighters and bombs the first three ships accelerated to maximun speed, and with a inaudible kaboom
collided with the sheilds of the station, it looked like it was going to be a mass suiced attack as the rest of the Vanguards came in at odd angles.


But at the last minute, the frigates banked away mere meters from the sheild of the station and the redhot spines that line the top of the ship came in conact with the sheilds, so began
the attack, the frigates were manvouring all over the station, mostly on the side that faced the planet as any shot that missed would hit the planet
When ever the redhot charged plasma blades came into contact with the sheild, flares of sparks and bright colors would erupt.

ooc: this is my counter to your swinging station.

OOC: Completely disregarding the fact that your frigates can completely deny the laws of physics, as well as dodge hyper velocity shells by predicting their trajectories, how many of the frigates got destroyed before I respond?

ooc: defying which laws of physics? i dont know any, and since this is FT set, i didnt bother reading them :P but i'll be mindfull of it in future. and about 8 died.

ooc: The one that says a multi-ton warship cannot turn on a dime after going hell-to-leather within several meters. Regardless of FT or not, physics still rules the universe. (accept for psychic powers and whatnot). Moreover, if would be very difficult for your ships to attack the station from planetside, as they would probably be sucked into the gravity well...
IC:

The shields on Alvaras flared and sparkled, multi colored lights dancing across the sea green surface as the red spines smashed into it.
"Status!" barked the Admiral, agitated.
"Side one is at 94%!"
"Side two is at 93%"
"Side three is at 86%!"
"Side four is at 90%"!
"Side five is at 91%!"
The Admiral frowned briefly.
"Maintain fire. All ion weaponry, engage! Nova cannons?"
"Almost charged, sir!" The Admiral swore.
"Hurry it up!"
At the Admirals orders, the heavy firepower from the rotating macro cannons was supplemented by fire from the numerous ion cannons, with the lighter ion weapons (which were more numerous) targeting the smaller vanguard-class ships. The heavier ion cannons started to engage the battlecube from range, unloading the powerful energy-draining weapons into the ship. Unfortunately, they could not find a weak point per se; the entire thing just looked the same to the gunners.
While the Kewen move with the almost kamikaze run was gutsy, it did have one significant downside-when the station fired, it was point blank, and dodging the shells was virtually impossible.
The bentnose bombers vectored back in on the vanguards, unleashing more missiles at the ships which they percieved to be a greater threat than the larger capitol ships at the moment. The fighters, detecting the enemy ships uncloaking, dived down on them, guns blazing as they tried to shut down whatever it was they were doing.

The battle plan of the Republic, however, was about to be revealed as a warp hole opened behind the Kewen fleet...and the ships which had made the initial jump to retreat reemerged, weapons primed, in the rear of the Kewen formation. They opened fire at once, concentrating their shooting on the Cube.

The pilot swore, a fountain of obscenities erupted from his mouth, as he swerved his fighter from side to side, his previous thoughts lost on deciding a name, merely concentrating on his survival He manipulated the controls, and svered the fighter out of the way as bits of weaponry shot past him, he eyed the status bar wearily, it chimed 100% , the lights flashed and he whupped loudly, as a visible white pulse shot out from the fighter, it vanished quickly, but the damage was done.

On the other side of the planet, four more frigates were shot down, the rest giving up turned downwards presenting the small target they could, and dived towards the planet there hulls glowed bright red as the raced downwards.

The fleet on the otherhand, was caught between a rock and a hard place, they were about to turn around when the pulse, released by the fighters sprang up on a navi comp moments later, a devilish grin spread across a face, one that would be well know soon..

The fleet, crusiers first began to fade out, rounds hit the odd ship, and explosions racked em, and one more crusier didnt quite make it, as its rear half exploded into a terrifyig explosion, which unfortulanty enveloped two destroyers, and a wing of escape pods ejecting.

Moments after the setulanite fleet returned, the kewen fleet was gone, well it was for the time being each second seemed to pass by like an eternity, till several atoms began to form on the otherside of the planet, the front half of a crusier materialised first, but quickly exploded followed quickly by the rest of the fleet, and several more ships of unknown design, large and flat they resembled a crab, as they decended down to the planets surface, the Fleets cannons opening up on any military structues that could be identifed, The cube, beganto slowly form, several craters adorned its hull, not big but still noticable.

from admist the wreckage of a single pod, that survied the inferno of the Setulan surprise attack a single looping message played
The voice of the Admiral incharge of the fleet rang out, if anyone choose to play the audio, in harsh broken tones and pitch fluctuating due to damage taken to the pods, the words were mostly unmistakable.
"Your Trial Has Begun, I Am The Judge, Jury and Excutioner."

The Admiral breathed an unoticed sigh as the relief fleet cruised into formation around the station. They were out of danger for the time being, and had done exactly what they were supposed to-denied the Kewen the ability to bombard the Rock, fortress of the 67th Heavy. Alvaras was directly above the Rock; as such, unless the Kewen had weapons which could shoot directly through a planet's surface, the 67th was safe from orbit.
After that gods-damned teleport stunt, he wouldn't put it past the bastards.

Either way, the situation, while it could be better, was far from desperate. The Kewen were wasting ammunition bombarding nothing, as the only military instalation was the Rock, which was safely away from their orbital fire. Therefore, the Kewen would be forced to engage the ground forces of the Republic in at worst a neutral space environment, with neither side able to lend much in the way of orbital support. The Admiral had full faith in General Howser and the 67th Heavy.

"Send a vox communication to Major General Howser. Message begins-Space Neutral. Ground attack expected. End. Got that?"
"Yes, sir."
"Link to Rear Admiral Polk."
"Established, sir. Talk when you're ready."
"Rear Admiral. That could have worked better."
"We didn't exactly expect the cocksuckers to teleport away, sir."
"No, we didn't. But regardless, the ground battle is now in the hands of the ground troops. Did you get a message out?"
"You bet, Admiral. Our jump took us out of system, we just sent the transmission. Didn't get a reply, though."
"Fair enough. Maintain station keeping for now. We'll root out the bastards once a TF gets here."
"Roger. Polk out." The Admiral placed down the reciever.
"And somebody kill that fucking message pod!"

A macro cannon pivoted and blew it away.

The Rock

Howser had been woken up the moment the space battle began. He now stood in standard issue body armor, unadorned accept for the two stars of his rank.
"We'll get force composition from our friends in orbit. We'll go with contingency three for now, but we'll shift that once we get some hard intel."
"Yes, sir."
"Wake everyone up. Loggies and combat troops. Rev up the tanks, function checks on everything. We'll rip these shitheels a new asshole."
"You got it, sir."

ooc: set, is it possible for you to make a general map of the planet? so i know where I am and where your forces are ( in general) so i dont go saying theres city where theres not.

ooc: I don't know how to make maps and whatnot :(

Regarding troops and whatnot, though, I'll do what I can.

There are three continents. Frankly, so far as they are concerned, it doesn't really matter. What matters is the area around where the Rock is.

The Rock is on the edge of a mountain range on the smallest continent. It is the only human presence on the planet, as the ark ships haven't been built yet to take the colonists over. To get to the Rock you need to enter a valley, and the area fanning out from the Rock for about two hundred miles is a range of foothills slowly falling to a plain, which turns into a desert the farther out you go.

I hope that helps...if you need more, let me know.

ooc: just open up paint, and draw a rough diagram of where everything is, i.e you draw a great big circle where rock is, draw lines and stuff to rep canyons etc.

IC:

The rest of the fighters, after reconnering the area returned back to the fleet, providing cover for the fifteen Scarab class troop landing platforms, they began there cumberson decent down onto the planet, touching down on some flat plateus, the bays under then opened up slowly, and ramps began to unfold from points across all the ships.

It was silent, except for the howling wind and odd animal sound, there was a small shout, well small compared to the fleet that is, but it was echoed by one Kewen in each ship, seemingly for nothing.

Thud .... Thud
Two Very loud, and audible thuds echoed from the hull within the ships, then ranks upon ranks of Kewen soilders began to decend the ramps, In total, four regiments of Standard Infantry, backed up by two heavy regiments, uncountable tanks and artillery, support equipment and even parts of firebases began to decend from the cavernous ships.

In total, the troops and armour groups assembled into a rather neat and tidy army, standing silently, gazing over in the direction of the Setulanite Facility, they knew was there but couldnt see.

The lone kewen fighter, which had been targeted by unseen Setulanite defenses, headed down towards the planets surface(im assuming a fighter of sorts is chasing it, the rest buggering off when the fleet arrived)
it weaved duck, diped and dived asit struggled to evade the Setulanite weapons fire, unknowingly pass over the Rock, only to be shot down.
He hissed into his comms as sparks erupted in the cockpit of his fighter
"Wingleader Vanguard delta 1, down, near setulanite compound, send help"
he hit the ejectbutton, and was thrown out of the cockpit, uncoupling from his seat, and shedding his Pilot suit midflight, wings sprouted from his back, and he changed size as he turned in a graceful arc and tried to head to the fleet, the fighter, his fighter exploded in a ball of green fire behind him.

ooc: basically, its my attempt at developing a character, so please dont kill him! shoot him with a net or something stun him before he flies away.

ooc: sorry bout the delay, still working on getting that map...could you put off your ground assault for a bit so i can figure this out?
IC:

The Rock

The HQ team were busy at their stations, prepping the organic weapons of the facility and getting status checks from the rest of the division on a platoon-by-platoon level. They would be ready.

Air battle

The Bentnose which scored the kill made a small roll of happiness before it saw the lone alien flying away. The pilot, grumbling to himself, decided to have some fun. He flew in full throttle to a point almost directly behind the Kewen and then reversed throttle, sending the tremendous prop wash of heat down directly at the Kewen.

Troops supplies and all things nesscasry to wipe out the setulanites continued to land on the planet, a firebase of increasing size was being completed along with advance recon teams lugging artillery peices into positions, the soon shells started falling the soon they would be dead.

The troops mingled about, and several things were erected, The shape of a frigate loomed in the clouds, and suddenly the pointed and sharped prow of a Vanguard came through, as it assumed a defensive perimiter above the area.

Near the Setulanite base.
The heat, was bearble to the kewen, but not to the body the fleash blacked and burnt fused togethor and he dropped like a rock, heading near or into the Setulanite base.

The Kewen landed with a thud about four miles away...and found a patrol waiting for it. The team ran out, weapons squarely aimed at the vulnerable Kewen-without-a-body.
"One chance, one chance only. Don't move a gods-damned inch, or you die."

He didnt move, he remained in the same spot, but his body changed the blackened and burnt skin once again turned a nice healthy sade of pink, the half melted skin and fused limbs reformed and his eyes regrew, from the puddles that dripped down his face.

He turned the face the one that spoke, and laughed, not a fun haappy laugh, but a deep one, one with an edge.

Way way away, where all the kewen were amassing, the forwardartillery groups with supporting air cover had advanced sufficently, as to begin shelling of the Setulan positions, invisible arcs crossed the sky, and rounds land in near or around the setulan base.

OOC-I have returned, senor Kewen! :)
IC-

The sergeant was not in the mood for taking chances.
"Knock him out." Gas canisters were thrown at the downed alien and a net fired, capturing the reforming body in it's tangles. The troops didn't move yet, weapons still aimed squarely at the Kewen.

The Rock

At the Rock, the shells smashed into the shielding that protected the fortress' outer layer. About halfway up the mountain, the Division's artillery section waited.
"Counterbattery fire!" The order rang out as gunners scrambled to their posts.
"Coordinates engaged, sir."
"Fire at will."
As one, the gun commanders pulled their lanyards...but the weapons didn't fire. Yet.

The guns were on a platform buried deep beneath the rock. At the pull of the lanyard, the platform rose up, peeled back the protective layer, angled the gun, and fired. The covers then smoothly fell back into place, the weapons lowered, the reloading crews got to work.
The shells flew towards the Kewen firebase in a storm of high explosive lead. Time to get them back.

ooc: yeyeyeyeyeyeyeeyeyeyyeey !>_> post coming :D eager to get this on track i am.