NationStates Jolt Archive

Several ships rumbled over a mid sized blue and green world. The ships loomed over the great vastness of the planet shadowing small spots of it bellow with their massive forms, engines pushing out white and blue exhaust that wisped in to the darkness of space. On board the lead ship the UTS Specter a well built yet obviously mature man stood over looking a holographic port hole his eyes fixated on the prize bellow.

The Federation had come to this world to rid it of a cancer of pirates that was plaguing local shipping routes. After several weeks of taking pirate ships they managed to track them to this world , he graped a cup with a gloved hand it was filled with Moss beer, a specialty from Tyrian he placed the cup to his supple lips and drank from it. He swallowed and sighed putting the cup down and crossing his arms around him self. He looked over to a shimmering virtual avatar standing in the middle of the smooth well lit white and chrome colored bridge. He said raising his hand slightly to her..

“I want you to send a message to the planet bellow ... all frequencies, tell them they are under arrest and this planet is now under control of the Terran federation..” He said with in a commanding yet smooth tone, he turned back to the port hole grabbing his moss beer and taking another sip of it.
The ship sent its message, it rang out on all channels visual, audio and text form.

“This is the UTS Specter we know the perpetrators of multiple assaults of federation shipping lines reside here , we hear by place all of you under arrest and this planet is now under federation control, any resistance will be met with deadly force.. that is all”

The deep and commanding tone of that message rang out through the channels as the ships began to form up in to an assault wedge over fifteen ships made up the formation, they loomed over the planet, the response to their message was swift, pulses of energy rolled out from the surface in fiery trails of green blue and orange, beams of red followed suit heading towards the terran ships. They streaked in to space, the Specter taking several hits to its shield system pulses and beams rippled across the barrier, the invisibility of the shield being broken as the energy hit it, its blue hued response a testimony to its strength.

The commander growled he looked over the command console as his ship was struck with several more beams, he placed his hand on the console in front of him and said with a deep voice.

“Launch all fighters and drop ships, target the weapons installations with beams and pulses, and fire at soon as your ready”

Space was suddenly filled with a back lash, the federation response was swift, hundreds of crackling blue beams and crackling blue energy pulses raced down towards the planet ripping through space and then roaring through air, the orange fiery hues of the disruptive explosion bellow signifying the completion of the ships duties. A chain reaction gripped several facilitates, as massive waves of energy pulsated through out the surface, scotching earth like a hellish being.

S/A40F's roared in to the atmosphere their many of them in formation to drop air to ground ordnance. The lead fighter roared through the air at high speed, his engines hot. The pilot gripped his control stick pulling slightly maneuvering the craft instantly to the direction he wanted it to go, he grinned pressing upon the released for the bombs.. suddenly all the S/A40's let loose a torrent of guided air to ground missiles that raced towards the facility. Orange blue and green explosions ripped through multiple buildings leveling entire city block sized archeologies. The S/A40's broke off arming their gun now... the next phase would the be ground assault.. The commander looked over the progress , damage reports came in, two frigates with minor to moderate damage and a destroyer with a hit engine.. not to bad for a lowly pirate outpost he thought to him self as he sighed taking a sip of his moss beer again.

(Basically 'm harassing pirates.. any nation friendly to pirating can join)

Explosions rippled across the surface of the planet as the Terran forces began the systematic process of wiping out the White Wolves base, one of the many pirate factions which had been strangely growing in power and frequency in shipping lanes as of yet. They, along with several other pirate groups, had been growing bolder and bolder in their attacks, hitting multiple ships at a time or even raiding military ships. Evidently, the Wolves had gone too far this time.

"It's not like I care. Bloody fucks got what was coming to them. All the more money for me."

A man stood tall on the bridge of a stolen cruiser, in a squadron of about eight ships. All of them were made to seem like freighters and cargo ships, with unknown hidden weapons systems and compartments. They were being paid big money for this hit, and if they got the goods his employers wanted, he'd be bringing the boss enough money for his own battle fleet. It was supposed to be easier than this, but those moronic Wolves had decided to try and hit a Federation cruiser. Now the Terrans were coming back, ready to crush the pirates they hated so.

"Daron, we're coming up to the trading post. There's a huge line in the main lane we were coming through, since Outpost Security got real tight due to the military operation."

Daron turned to look at his "officer". He was a huge hulk of a man, rippling and scarred muscles, battled-scarred power armor green eyes that spoke of one thing; the need for money. "I take it you greased the right man to get us flowing along smoothly?"

The officer smiled. "Of course. Greased him so well, he didn't make a single squeak. We'll be at the trade outpost in about two minutes."

Daron chuckled. "Alright, tell all the boys to get their squads geared and armed, and have all the weapons prepared to go when I give the signal. I don't want to tango with the Federation ships, so let's get in there, get our goods, and get out."

"Aye, sir."

The eight ships moved along the special lane that was deemed "critical cargo", meaning they had to unload their supplies quickly before they perished or were critically needed. Medical supplies, food, water, those kinds of things. All while the battle raged, a hidden serpent waited to sink its fangs into the delectable prize....The UTF trade station, Orion.