NationStates Jolt Archive


Children of God (FT; Intro. Open)

Kadarn
07-11-2008, 00:12
OOC: Intro for my nation. No comments on what the subject matter of my nation is, thank you. I intend no discrimination or anything of that matter, I just simply want to rp this. Same rules apply, no spamming of fleets, common rules of courtesy, no godmodding, yadda yadda. If you want to do anything especially massive or changing that will affect me a lot, please tg me.

IC:

"War, it seemed, was mankind's eternal destiny. No matter how much they tried to put it past them, how they tried to use peaceful methods to solve their problems, to fulfill the commandments of God to not kill, it always seemed to creep on them. Some wars had to be fought, some battles were impossible to ignore. And if they did not consume themselves with infighting, then it would be attacked by an outside source. This was true on ancient Earth, when the peaceful race of humanity was suddenly consumed by the fires of civil war, as heretics and unbelievers sought to destroy His children. They were followed by horrors from darkness, Satan's legions pouring forth from long-hidden portals to consume fractured humanity.

It was indeed our darkest hour, and if it had not been for the Knights Templar, we would have fallen into darkness. If not for their light, their faith, we would have been snuffed out. But they saved us, took us from the fallen world and brought us to a new home. Under their protection, the Church revived, our faith and connection in God revived, and six new Orders joined the Templar in protecting our people. With the rise of Pope Alsarius the Lifegiver, we become the God's children once more.

However, we were followed by those whom managed to survive Earth's fall, and they had fallen into heresy once more, worshiping the gods we once knew as the "Norse". False idols, the lot of them. We are granted power by Him, to protect his people and safeguard the Christian faith, but from what dark being they are granted power from, we know naught. But they do exist, and we have struggled with them for some time. For years, we have warred, fought, bled and died, across the Kingdom of Kadarn against these barbarians. And now, at New Byzantium, the heart of our people, we shall crush them and initiate a new age of order and peace, an age of faith....the age of His children."

-Pope Dalacius the Pure, Pope of the Kingdom of Kadarn.


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"Incoming fighters from sector seven! We need more fighter support here, the cruisers are getting torn up!"

Watch out, Sons frigates at two'o'clock. Advise the left flank to focus on them before they make a run for the carrier!"

"The Sons are pushing hard towards the capital! We need Order support! Our men cannot hold out much longer!"

Above the world of New Byzantium, war in its purest form could be seen. Two gigantic fleets were mixed in combat and striving to destroy the other. One side was white and blue, sleek but powerful ships, firing blazing bolts of energy into their foes, the sigils of the Seven Orders across their hulls. Across from them, the bulky, angular ships of the Sons of Valhalla blasted their crude but powerful weaponry into the Kadarn fleet. Countless fighters and bombers mixed it up across space, filling it with explosions and energy fire. Torn and broken hulls of wasted ships littered the area as both sides savaged each other. However, this was not the main battlefield. The Kadarn fleet was merely there to prevent the Sons from landing anymore troops and to keep them busy, while they sprung the trap fully.

Warlord Cruxius, one of the many Sons warlords whom had invaded Kingdom space, was the last and mightiest of the Sons leaders. His clan had wreaked untold havoc across several planets and the Kingdom had been hard-pressed to beat him in their weakened state. After defeating several warlords, he seemed to be the one who would undo them. However, a cunning plan developed by the leaders of the Orders and Pop Dalacius had them weaken the defenses of New Byzantium, their capital, for a time. With such a rich target in wealth and loot, he was drawn like flies to a corpse. Then, they struck, three entire fleets coming in to hammer Cruxius own. By this time, he had landed his full force of barbaric warriors, complete with complements of "Avatars" of Odin, Thor, and their other pagan gods. These warriors were stated to be able to channel their gods into themselves, making them their avatars on this plane. They piloted massive mecha into battle, laying waste to everything in their path. The defending armies of Byzantium, the auxiliary armies of Men-at-Arms, had struggled to hold them back, using every vehicle, tactic and bit of determination they could muster. However, it was not enough and they were forced to call for the Order.

Just as planned.

A large army of Order forces, ranging from the Knights Templar to the Crimson Rose Orders. The powerful Knights, wielding their mighty battlesuits and holding a variety of weapons in their hands and joined by the Crusaders, specialists in long to medium range warfare. And then there was the Knight Mecha, giant mecha whom were their counter to the Avatars and would be the ones to wipe them out. All seven Orders were present, and the trap was set. Four of the seven armies were hidden behind great rock walls, ready to spill out when the trap was set. The three remaining would attract his attention and get him to fight. After the situation looked bleak and the Sons were on the brink of victory, they would come on either flank, while the remnants of the Men-at-Arms forces would also attack and completely crush his forces.

The Master of the Knights Templar, Kenros the Brave (http://images.elfwood.com/art/h/e/henyokid/templar_02.jpg.rZd.89049.jpg), turned to face the three armies whom waited for the battle to begin. Thunder sounded in the distance and the shouts of battle began to come closer and closer. It was almost time. He raised his hands, to get their attention and began to speak.

"Brothers and sisters, we have come to it at last. The Sons last mighty army comes at us, crying out for our blood, our children, our very lives. They seek to destroy all we have wrought, and to cast down God's children. But the Lord is with us! He shall not allow us to fall, if we maintain our faith in him and fight not for ourselves, but for all of his people, and in His name. With faith and our plan, they will break before us and we shall be victorious!" He drew his sword and shouted.

"IN HIS NAME!

They roared back at him and he turned, just in time to see the tattered remnants of the New Byzantium armies rushing towards their lines. Damaged vehicles pulled back, still firing into a large wave of shadow which was coming towards them. The Orders let them pass by; they had done what they could and they could not fight any longer. They would finish what they started.

A loud roar could be heard and the massive army of Cruxius could be seen. Kenros looked at the head of the army to see the bulky figure of Cruxius, whom was gazing at him as well. Both sides paused, as they stared across each other with intense hatred. The silence was deafening as both sides prepared themselves for the final plunge. Finally, the warlord let out a roar and the Sons charged, a wave of destruction towards their lines. Artillery began to fire and vehicles charged forth, adding their weapons to the fray while countless Sons charged forth. Kenros made a hand motion and the Order armies responded. Their own weapons came to the fray and they filled the trenches and fortifications. Kenros watched with pride as many of the battered Men-at-Arms turned around and began to fight alongside the Orders. He was glad to be fighting alongside such courageous soldiers. The Knights prepared themselves as the Crusaders and Men-at-Arms began to clash with the Sons. Explosions sent bodies flying and shards of armor littered the ground as countless vehicles flared into hulks. Mecha on both sides slammed into each other and their weapons fired continuously at each other. The Sons axes met the Knights swords as the mecha battled.

Finally, the warlord managed to penetrated with his personal guard and the rest of his army came following after....only to be slammed by a counter charge by the knights. The combat was brutal and close-quarters, all guns but pistols and shotguns were abandoned. Axes and swords came out and the flashes of energy fields meeting could be seen all over. Kenros's silver and gold cape swirled about him as he cut his way through the Sons warriors. Parry, thrust, counter-thrust, stab, he was in constant motion, a living avatar of death. He heard a roar and turned to see Cruxius stand before him.

The immensely tall figure chuckled. "Greetings, Kenros. I didn't expect to find you so quick. Your warriors are far too easy to slaughter." He lifted his great axe, which was covered with blood. Kenros' eyes narrowed.

"They are with the Lord now; your end will be horrible, barbarian, and your soul will burn in hell forever."

The warlord chuckled and tensed. "We'll see, Templar. In the meantime, let's see if you can fight any better than your underlings." He jumped up and brought his axe down to smash the Templar...only to find his axe in the ground.

Kenros landed on the ground and then sprung forward, smashing his shield into Cruxius' helmet, stunning him, and followed up with a stab at his visor. The giant countered by butting him in the face with the handle, and then grabbed his face and threw him across the ground. The Templar shook his head and began to get up, only to see the axe coming for his back. Rolling to the side, he kicked at the warlord's leg, causing his balance to weaken and rolled to his feet. The chief snorted and came after him again.

For all his skill, Kenros was beaten back bit by bit. The Sons were legendary for their strength and they could go into rages that increased their strength, endurance, facility for pain and fighting ability. Cruxius was obviously in full swing of this when he was fighting Kenros. Before long, the Templar's shield was shattered, his armor held great rents in it, and he was on one knee. Cruxius laughed.

"I guess we both know who is the better fighter, Templar. Now to add your head to the many I have collected!" He brought his axe up and was bringing it down when it hit something hard.

"Be silent, beast. His time has not yet come; yours is far overdue." Both leaders looked at the heavily armed, bald man whom stood before them, blocking the warlords axe with his warhammer. He pushed back and the warlord stumbled.

"Who are you?!" The man smiled.

"I am Pope Dalacius the Pure, the shepherd of my people and their protector. And now, God has decreed your death and I shall be his instrument." He raised his weapon and a flash of light burst from it. The other armies rushed down to slam into the flanks of the Sons, whom had just before been slowly crushing the three Order armies. Cruxius looked around, his eyes widening as he saw what was occurring and he turned back to the Pope, whom held his weapon with one hand, ready for combat but keeping his stance calm.

"You tricked me!"

Dalacius chuckled. "I did nothing, but let you fulfill your desires, but one whom is too focused on his goal and not his surroundings, shall fall into many traps." The warlord gritted his teeth and then turned, roaring out orders. Dalacius was shocked, he had expected him to rush him and fight. He tried to go after him but he was rushed by other Sons warriors and was soon forced to focus on staying alive. The Sons fleet, having received the message of the dangerous state of their forces, pulled back and broke a hole through the blockade, sending down fighters to harass Templar forces and dropships to gather all they could. Even with his swift choice to fall back, Cruxius lost over half of his army. When the last Sons ship left the system, the Templar and Men-at-Arms alike broke into cheering, roaring out their victory. Kenros was helped to his feet by Dalacius and he smiled.

"We did it, your Holiness."

The Pope clapped a hand on the Master's shoulder. "I know. It was due to your forces and your plan that we did so, my son. Come, we have much work to do if we want to rebuild the Kingdom."

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Border of Chronosian territory

Cruxius knew he had to do something fast. His forces were hurt, with over half of his warriors gone, and his fleet badly damaged. He had heard the mumblings of his warriors, how he was not the chief they imagined and a few began to make mentions of how they would be better Chiefs than he. He knew he was on borrowed time until he could find a way to give them loot, slaves, and victory. He had found such a way, though, Odin be praised. A previously unknown nation was laying before him, and with his still massive fleet and forces, he was sure he could raid plenty and get what he needed. He ordered his forces to raid stations and began to take the fleet into realspace.

Little did he know that he was about to fight one of the greatest powers in the galaxy, the bastion of Chaos. The Chronosian Imperium.

The massive seventy ship fleet appeared in the system, close to the nearest populated world, and fighters were immediately launched, Missiles and long range kinetics began to fire on the defending stations and ships. The smaller classes began to rush the defenses, seeking to overwhelm the defending ships and stations before they could scramble an adequate defense, while more escorted the heavy ships, whom began to come within range. Cruxius smiled. This was going to be his easiest raid yet.
The Ctan
17-11-2008, 00:37
Of course, Chronosia was not the only power of note in the galaxy – or the universe – and there were others who, for one reason or another, had cause to keep an eye on them. One such, was the unimaginably distant Empire of the C’tan – not too distant to be a threat, but distant nonetheless.

There was no way of truly describing the distaste that the C’tan felt towards the deluded followers of Chaos. They universally despised Chaos itself, the phenomenon, utterly. And for this reason, they kept a close eye on what they thought of as areas of interest in this regard, where they couldn’t be dealt with completely. The territory of the Chronosian reavers was one such matter of interest.

So, some time – accounting for light lag – when a very-large-array of probes detected the Sons’ raid, the matter was flagged for a degree of attention from those in charge, and relayed across countless light years to the inorganic mind of a vast computer life form. This entity inhabited a vast and sprawling complex of chambers and deep-level cylinders, all every particle, devoted to the task of analyzing the machine-gathered intelligence of the C’tan empire. That task was by no means easy, but it was interesting. The intellect was a keystone of policy formation, and it enjoyed its job; it was a true voyeur, it loved to know everything about everyone. From time to time it took to manipulating random persons whose notice it attracted, but more often, it just hoarded what it could learn and forwarded the useful information to the appropriate archives.

It made an analysis of the Sons’ fleet, quite interesting. They didn’t seem to be terribly long range, and they didn’t quite match anything it had encountered before – that always interested it, it had trillions of sensors across the galaxy and beyond, but clearly whatever colony these came from had avoided its attention.

It could also tell, from its information, relayed by a set of drones each about a meter across that they had recently been in a battle. From the looks of things, the battle had been a very ferocious one. Given the lack of repairs, it summarized that these had been on the losing side; had the Chronosians perhaps attacked them? It did not know, and not knowing was a state of affairs it deeply hated.

Regardless, the limits on what the C’tan policy in the region would sanction made this even more interesting; anything that resisted Chronosian power was worth investigating, covertly. Although the C’tan were confident of victory in any major confrontation, such things would involve, through alliances, countless billions before any decisive and final conclusion could be reached, an unacceptable price.

There were things that could be done, though. With a mental nod of satisfaction, the mind made its recommendation.

Instantly, through the great communications hubs of the Mictlan system, those of its superiors and comrades who needed to know were given its briefing. Time passed, and those who needed to sign off on the recommendation decided it had merit, and ordered it to be carried out.

A slightly shorter time passed while one of a small number of light cruisers expressly devoted to the task of scouting and searching was mobilized from the closest patrol station, and dispatched. An almost infinitesimal time followed as the inertialess craft intangibly passed through the thousands of light years dividing it from its target, quietly reverting into normal space a few light hours from the battle; it would not intervene, for better or worse. It had two missions.

The first was to assess the utility of this unknown group, and suggest whether or not they should be covertly supported in becoming a local thorn in the enemy’s side. The second was to determine who they were, where they came from, and how to interact with them…