NationStates Jolt Archive

This is a tale of nations, nations made of people, people that were forgotten in one woman's haste to declare herself a goddess. This is the tale of the Federation of realms under the Genetic Purification Initiative or GPI for short. The federation is a relatively new entity only two hundred and thirty years since the founder of the initiative Claudia Lian Vi'al declared her nation too large for it to simply be referred to as one realm or universe and ushered it into existence.

The Initiative itself is nearly a thousand years old. A thousand years of genetic purification, extermination, genocide, planned breeding, genetic triumph and the occasional, inevitable failure. The Initiative is comprised of various creatures most being what terran races would refer to as animals on two legs. There are many different types, colors, configurations of anthromorph but the 'main' or favored genus types of the federation are canine (Wolf/Fox) , mephit (Skunk), feline (Cat), ursine (Bear), equine (Horse), mus (Mouse), and lapine (Rabbit) each with their own special privileges most other races don't enjoy.

Those privileges include being able to breed out of one's class and for the parents to chose their child's job which in turn chose their future. This is one of the crucial points of the initiative the law which it's foundation stands. That foundation is a rigid caste system where if one's parents were 'black' class citizens then the child would be genetically engineered to serve as a black class citizen. For one's child to be genetically modified in the womb to become more than what they were born into was a special privilege indeed.

Some came freely into the initiative, saved from whatever dark fate their respective worlds offered them, some came for greed, others for love, others in their mad quests for power though most did not. They were simply conquered forced into classes and into genetic slavery. This was the secret objective of expedition 173, a small battalion of soldiers who were sent to explore what was on the other side of inter dimensional gate 173. To assess if there was intelligent life on the other side of it, to assess if they were genetically compatible with the initiative and if so to start assimilating their genetic code into the initiative's by force if necessary.

The tall skunk female looked on the horizon, nothing but green grass, nothing but green grass. The woman sighed softly, her armor doing nothing to simulate the feeling of green grass at her feet, the ebony suit purely restrictive in it's task to protect her from any assault and to augment her already superior strength.

"You know I won't tell if you take it off lieutenant."

A voice came from behind, she looked it was another female, a rabbit giggling in her ear. The helmet-less skunk smiled at her chief surgeon, a young, slender thing already half out of her armor showing a simple white wool T-shirt. a blue band of fur around her right arm indicating she was a medic in this outfit.

"I don't know if this area is indeed as clear as the scouts say... Besides I think your gifts let you see more than enough of me without my armor as I'd like..."

The rabbit gave a soft pout, which turned into the normal bright smile. The skunkette sighed softly reaching out to caress the other woman's chin.

"I like giving you special treatment... you know that. You can just touch a fur and save them. We're going to need that power for what's ahead."

The skunkette scanned the horizon trying to see what she could see as opposed to waiting for the mini-sats to give her scouts a report on what's around the building sized 'exit gate'.

The UTS Charles F Adams Was a Richfield class Destroyer, its sleek hull concealing a deadly payload of missiles and various other weapons, the ship drifted behind the shadow of the planets moon, its engines to minimal power, and its shields off line, it was there for one reason and one reason only , to deposit an FIA team for Project Red Field. On the Bridge several officers stood around a large holographic table, the hologram the table emitted was a map of the system and the scans of the planet. The commander of the ship was Richard Feldman, an experience tactical and unorthodox naval officer , to his right was Federation Intelligence Agency’s Paul Alfred hood, the man leading the mission on the ground. Paul looked up to the commander and spoke with a soft voice as the maps flickered from live action view to live action view .

“It looks like we have company down there, we’re going to have to proceed with stealth and then set the emitters up with equal stealth, we’ll have to find a way to by pass any ships they have in orbit scanning the area “

The commander responded placing a hand on his chin. “Well you could use Nassau Class drop ships, they are equipped with a cloaking device and an ECM system, im sure with a crew your size you’ll only need one.”

Paul responded waving a hand nonchalantly “Im pretty sure It will be enough, besides we don’t want to use any more than we need to incase we need a hot evac. I’ll have the cargo avatars load up the Red Field Devices in to the cargo hold. We’re going to go in lightly armed. So if we need..”-

He was cut off by the commander who said promptly. “Not to worry, we have you covered, besides I don’t think any one will be stupid enough to tango with a Federation Assault Destroyer, unless they want missiles crammed up-“

a one time klaxon blared, a holographic avatar suddenly appeared in front of the men the soft female form spoke .

“Gentlemen we have an incoming FTL transit, and some sort of inter dimensional portal on the planet....”

“What?” the commander exclaimed with a raised eyebrow, Paul looked up at the holographic image the table was projecting, it had changed to a split view of space and the planet.

Paul sighed placing his hands on the white smooth edges of the table.. “Looks like we have more hear than we bargained for. Im going to go to the docking bay with the rest of my people we have to get this under way.

The commander nodded in agreement “Yeah, we don’t know if that incoming ship is hostile, and I don’t want you blown out of the sky by some unknown force on my watch, as for the planet, stay frosty. I’ll have to report this to Star Naval command who will probably inform the Federation naval intelligence burro and then the FIA, so they will expect regular and constant updates about their people, IE you and your pet project. “

Paul nodded and then walked away from the large cluster of officers around the table inside the medium sized sleek and smooth plated bridge. He made his way through two large doors that disintegrated in front of him and then reformed as soon as he walked through , he walked through the long semi wide plated passage way, it was lit only by dull blue and white lights , and it was lined with various holographic consoles at random intervals. He finally got to the docking bay after stepping on a point to point trans-pad, his form emphasized by the white and blue glowing light that dissipated instantly after he appeared. A smile came over his bearded face he looked at various officers female and male and nodded to them.

“Are we ready?” He asked in a plain and serious tone a man responded he was standing next to the drop ships open hatch.

“Yeah, every thing we need has been loaded, extra power units as well, we have a few rifles in there and Sentinel suits, I hope we wont be needing them.”

“Well” Paul said as he walked up the ramp. “We might with what new development’s we just observed, but I hope we don’t, lets get in and out if a first contact situation arises I’ll Handel it.”

The other man responded with a shrug “Its almost as if your expecting issues, but any way We’re all set”

The man followed Paul in who had already strapped him self in to a force chair in the drop ships cockpit The three other people followed , the door of the craft slammed shut with a mechanical noise , the sleek robotic avatars backing off as the bay doors we’re opened, the ship began to float out, it slid through the blue hued force field that held the pressure and air inside the marine bay. Its sleek black form glimmering gently as it floated in to space for a split second before becoming distorted and disappearing in to blackness as if it was never there. The shuttle made its way down to the planet its form still cloaked, a patch of grass on the far side of a ridge was suddenly swept by mysterious wind , dust was kicked up and a sudden thump was heard with slight mechanical noises yet nothing was there.

The cloak disengaged, the ship sat there for a bit, the smooth door suddenly burst open falling to the ground semi quietly, as a team of three people stepped out from the back of the shuttle each warring a black full body suit carrying a double barred sleek and smooth assault rifle in their hands. Behind them were Hood him self and his Xo holding the handles of two large hovering boxes.


“Any thing around us “ Paul asked one of his subordinates warring the sentinel suits , he was warring one him self, the vizor was opaque but filled with diagrams scan information and various other informative HUD’s about the environment his physical condition, and ranges to objects.

The man responded looking back with a slight shake of his head “Nothing so far.. Its clear”
“Good then”

Paul said his rifle on his back as him and his colleges began to walk off of the ramp towards the side of the ridge guiding the boxes along...

KW-101 was already on the planet, he was one among many clones that were sent out in probe fighters and scouts of the galaxy, like fronterisman. His ship was cloaked, and was settled down on the ground. Inside he relaxed, the heavy fighter could fit five people comfortably. Being alone he had stocked up on rations, medical supplies and ammunition. At the moment he sat outside the fighter eating a ration, he set his black GOU helmet on the ground, eating a Calaverian hamburger. The Great Leader recycled dead soldiers into rations and they tasted fine to him.

KW-101 got a alert from his ship, he went inside, leaning over the controls before saying 'shit!" he left his signal on, meaning that most ships could now pick him up, even if he was cloaked. He quickly shut it off, if anyone was up there, they knew he was here now.

KW-101 sat outside again " Dammit that was stupid." He looked up at the skys in case anyone was coming down. The cool breeze flew through his hair and his eyes shined. He grabbed a drink and began sipping it, it was water..the best drink in the universe. KW-101 began to clean his pistol.

OCC: KW-101 is a clone like the rest of my natino, one person.

OCC: calaverians are arificailly evolved humans, but your right ^^
OCC: My nation is completely governement controlled as well.

KW-101 got up when he got the alert. " Humans to..hmm.."

To: HMS Drake
From: N/A

I am KW-101, Galactic Observation Trooper of the Universal Government. I will not disclose any more information for it is classified under governemnt orders.

To: HMS Drake
From: KW-101

Call me Kash, I warn you any suscpisu actions will be viewd by me as a threat and you will be engaged. I request a meeting with your captain.

OOC:

I had originally intended to join this by saying the FT version of my nation has a small colony on the world that Expedition 173 has landed upon. We're talking Jamestown small here, little more than 200 people entirely.

Does anybody object to that?

To: HMS Drake
From: KW-101


I'm aware, drop down to me, captain and guards only.

Kash smiled, he would nab the captain and maybe even a guard or to. No, he didn't want to kill them, buta little interrogation never hurt, then they would be free as birds if they wished.

((OOC: I don't the op probably wont but we'll see when he gets on.
PS guys stop posting 9000 times in this thread, wait for the op, otherwise you're just hijacking the rp.))

OOC:

Right. I suggest nobody else post anything really serious in this until GPI gets back.

OOC: and here I expected no one to reply. Well let me get to making a real part of the story and maybe close this one up...

-The skunk and the rabbit laid in the soft grasses together, not worrying how they looked like cubs making snow angels in the fields as very adult events were happening. The rabbit stripped down to her skivvies, an act that would be cause for dismissal for someone of lesser class but she couldn't help herself. The lieutenant knew that. Though the seven foot feline coming from the west didn't share his superior officer's enlightened attitude snarling softly at the rabbit as he stood at attention.-

"Ma'am. The first miniature satellite has breached the stratosphere and has completed it's initial scans of the planet and the first of the four moons here."

"Good... There are four moons instead of 'three or four'."

-The skunk pressed her nose against the rabbit's with a soft sigh as she noted her joy at finally getting some reliable intelligence for once.-

"He's not going to let us play is he?"

-The rabbit shook her head meeting the disapproving gaze of the feline with a bubbly grin. The skunk got up, only having dressed down to the white undershirt under her armor.-

"And? You didn't come from the engineering station only to report we have moonage..."

"Right. There are several small settlements in the area, the largest and closest is a mile to the west seeming to be a purely native trade settlement. Population, two thousand five, average class of citizen pink. From there there are three settlements, two of which are small villages two each four miles north of the settlement each consisting of five hundred souls. Average classes there are black, and a settlement which appears to be a colony for a more advanced nation three miles south of the trade hub. The classes there range from black to green."

"Command will want that one last. We have enough nobles whoring themselves to the dogs as is..."

The felines expression paled a bit he snorted audiably as the skunk finished her statement.

"I'm out of line I know... Though we're nearly four billion miles from the nearest command and supply line. I don't know any overseer that can see that far..."

The skunk flicked the tip of the domestic's chin making him snort again.

"Relax seaman. These fields are beautiful, no need to make them rain with blood and seriousness just yet."

The feline shook his head.

"The miniature satellite is reporting activity around the planet's first moon and multiple hyper and inter space signatures. Some known, some unknown. In short the locals know we're here..."

The skunk sighed looking down at her rabbit friend who was already struggling with the legs of her power armor, getting them back into place.

"Why can't things like this wait till we've eaten, fucked and are ready to start the day?"

The skunk chuckled at the rabbit's statement noting to the seaman.

"Alright. rally the troops, tell them vacation's over. We, second, and seventh platoon will be proceeding to the trade settlement, the third and eighth have the task of securing the villages. Tell them to take the modulars, I'd like this done nice and prompt in case we have to dig in at the trade settlement. Get an 'up' gate operational as soon as possible also, get a shield made and the exit gate transfered to the hub the instant you finish the two mini sats and open the gate in space."

The skunk smiled at the cat already turning around to carry out her orders

"Oh and do wait to reestablish contact with command. I do want a vacation after all."

"And tell the Third and the Eighth no rape spoils until I've examined the citizens! Gods know what diseases these locals have...

The feline wordlessly marched back to the medium towers that represented the initiative civilization in the area. Going to each of the platoon commanders and giving them their respective orders including the rabbit's last one.

"Some day we'll take a real vacation... Away from all the hustle and bustle."

The skunk noted the rabbit rubbing the orange band around the skunk's right arm.

"How oh how are we going to afford that on your salary? Miss Orange?"

The skunk simply walked to where she kept the upper half of her suit.

"After this we'll both be filthy rich, maybe even governors of the hellhole everyone seems so interested in..."

OOC:

Please come on in before everything closes up as you can see I do have no objections to that little idea.

OOC:

I had originally intended to join this by saying the FT version of my nation has a small colony on the world that Expedition 173 has landed upon. We're talking Jamestown small here, little more than 200 people entirely.

Does anybody object to that?

OOC:

Making a post as we speak. I sent you a telegram, by the way.

HMS Hermione

Captain Sylvia Duncan looked up from the charts display table as the briefing room hatch lightly slid open, admitting a tall, gruff-looking man, in Marine Corps office fatigues. She looked at him in silence as he stood to attention and saluted.

“Captain Duncan, Sergeant Evans reporting as ordered, Ma’am.”

“Sergeant Evans,” she said. “Good morning. I apologize for the unexpected revival, but it looks like we have some unexpected business to manage.”

Evans said nothing, standing to attention and waiting for Duncan to continue.

“Two hours ago, Fleet Command sent out orders that a strange phenomena, detected in an isolated region of Malthus, was to be checked out. We’re closest, so we were selected and have orders to make full speed to the Malthus System immediately. The local government has also requested an Imperial military presence to back the Militia. It seems some people have been showing up in system recently. We don’t want Imperial Citizens being hurt.”

“Understood, Ma’am,” was the reply. “Isn’t Malthus a bond colony?”

Evans was speaking of the sort of colony which was established by a private expedition, a kind of bold exploration project, but such things were hideously expensive, and so often a highly publicized bond sales drive to collect funds would be set up. In return for putting a load of cash into the expedition, backers would get something, usually land and resources if there was any to be had, though work contracts and the like were all common.

“Yes, it is,” Duncan replied. “In any case, you’ll be dropped in once we make station, and link up with the locals, so go and get ready.”

“Aye, Ma’am.” Evans saluted, turned, and left the way he had come.

Less than two hours later, the HMS Hermione arrived in the system.

******

“Right, ladies and gentlemen, let’s get ready.”

Sergeant Michael Evans stood in front of his Marines, all decked out in powered armor as he was, though, like him, none had donned helmets as yet.

Corporals Timothy R. Turney, Gregory M. Willett, and Joyce A. Trujillo stood in front as his squad leaders, each leading seven fellow Marines. Beside him was the command team he would lead personally, a radioman, a medic, and, the platoon’s two ‘supporters,’ suited in heavier, more heavily armored and armed suits than everybody else wore.

In addition to the Marines, one other, an outsider, stood in the room. Wearing her armored kit like everybody else and carrying her helmet underarm, was Ensign Michi Iseki.

Iseki was a Navy officer, not a Marine, and technically filled the slot that normally would have been filled by a Marine lieutenant, though in reality she was not there to command a landing party, as least, not if there was fighting to be done. Evans would handle that work if necessary. She was being sent to examine the colony.

“We have reports of strange activity on this world,” Evans continued. “There is a colonial habitation in place on this world, and Empress Sienna III is partial to making sure peoples loyal to her are kept safe from potential dangers, so, we’re being sent to reassure the folks living on this world that the Empire has not forgotten about them.”

He gestured to Ensign Iseki.

“This is Ensign Michi Iseki. She is not a Marine but she is an officer, so you must address her as ma’am, and-”

“Actually, Sergeant,” said the Ensign. “That’s alright. I don’t like formalities.”

“Alright,” Evans continued, a little miffed. “She won’t like it but she is to be addressed as her rank demands, at all times.”

Iseki sniffed. Evans ignored it. He wasn’t about to bow to a Navy officer, especially not a Navy officer half his size and age.

“Everybody make sure you’re suited up, and ready to make planetfall.”

******

Landing shuttles, heavily armored and shielded for reentry and combat, swooped down as if birds of prey on some hapless ground wildlife. Four of them touched down in total, and landed in a circle formation, noses faced outward. Rearward personnel ramps opened and heavily armored Marines began spilling out quickly onto the grassy soil.

Nobody shot at them as they formed a perimeter, holding until the shuttles had lifted back into flight, heading back to low orbit. Nobody shot at them as they waited a moment there in silence. Nobody shot at them as they drew back and formed in to a loose formation and headed towards Montonstown, the Imperial colony.

Kash put on his helmet on before waiting for the pod to land and there occupants to leave the vessel. He was unarmed at the moment but that could change rather quickly. These people were in no doubt a probably enemy of the Universal Government and the Party didn't like civilizations getting it's way.

KW-101 walked up to the Captain holding tritanium shrapnel grenade without the pin. He said smiling " Just taking percautions, wouldn't want you to smoke me without some of you coming with me." He put out a hand to shake Mary's.

Kash quickly pulled her while they shook hands, probably dislocating her shoulder in the process. She was quickly swung around till her back was to Kash as he literally pressed the grenade against her cheek. " Under the regulation of the Universal Government I detain you for questioning." Kash started to slowly back away.

Planetside

No one would shoot at the imperial drop pods because all the Initiative troops were too busy shooting at the resisting civilians. Lieutenant Kisra the feminine leader of the expedition was known for three things, her tactical brilliance, her dedication to genetic purity, Which she possessed a medal representing this, and above all her cruelty towards those that were of no use to the empire. No one would question the purification order, not one of the creatures that advanced on the town thought twice about razing it to the ground.

The settlement of Haddock was primitive in comparison to all the empires around it. having barely reached industrial age technology. Their bolt action rifles and concussion grenades were the equivalent of a bow and arrow to the power armor covering mostly skunken fur. The town was on fire when the Hermione's away team would look on it, the screams of the dying the only audible sound from the town aside the children playing, the birds singing and the small factories humming along that had possessed it just yesterday.

Third and Eighth companies were speeding towards the other northern villages, their modular vehicles configured to be esentially twenty blocks on wheels with spaces to carry guns grenades and other things the hundred and fifty man force might need to conquer their objectives.

Off World

High above the burning town and the 'battle' the small unobtrusive probe sent up from the planet had two compainions. Each lining up in a small triangle in orbit, the triangle expanding further and further until it looked bright blue, then the triangle started to shift, moving in a circular motion until it was a circle, opening what looked to be a dimensional gate, the gate expanding to almost look like a hole in the planet's gravitational field... infact it 'was' a sort of hole allowing the gate to maintain a stable energy field and to connect with the many, many gates the initiative used to travel. The seventeenth exploration legion's vessels, namely the 173rd Expedition fleet was speeding though this massive energy field. The lieutenant had signaled she had discovered life worth fighting for here and she needed reinforcements by opening this gate and they indeed would come. Below the gate a bright blue bubble appeared over what was Haddock the shield hummming into existence protecting what would be the initiative's forward command post. in their invasion of the world.

OOC:

Hansia and Caleverias please stop posting so quickly. Infact lets set up good order here so that no one feel's left out. I propose we go this way.

Myself, The federal union, Romandeos, Hansia, and North Calaveras, also this thread will be closed after 7PM GMT

No no no... Just close it to everyone that's not involved. not close it eternally after it just got started ugh... no.

A bit of time as passed since project red fields installation was started , the FIA tech’s had started digging a small hole using fusion shovels,. The energetic crackling noise from the field of energy reverberated through the ridge as the field lifted up piles of dirt quickly and easily.
Paul him self had left the group of people walking towards a random village . He knew this was risky, but he had to do it. He had to check on some thing that was some what dear to him that had been placed hear many years ago. His helmet mounted QE HUD comn flashed, with a quick thought he had opened to see who was messaging him.


It was commander Feldman who had popped on to the screen, his face was serious as if some thing was going on.


“Yes commander” Paul said making his way from the ridge line down towards the village over the open field his black suit changing in to green and various other shades to mach the back round, he was camouflaged rather well his thermal emissions from his body And suit gizmos hidden under a thermal absorption skin. The commander responded with haste.

“Paul we have issues, major issues forces on the ground are opfor, I repeat forces on the ground are opfor and they are heading right towards your position, and towards that village your heading to. Im going to have drops ships with emergency beam up kits at the read, they should be there shortly to get you out of there”

“What” Paul exclaimed as he made his way to the picket fence surrounding the random village, he could hear weapons fire so very close, and smoke billowing from several building people screaming and the clamorous sounds of war , it was to late to turn back he was stuck at the village entrance, if he tried to move in either way He would probably get shot up.

“Look I cant get out of the village, and I sure as hell wont leave the package behind, I cant negotiate the fields around me, they are crawling with opfor. ” he responded with a deep and winded voice as he ran from building to building hiding behind them, his brown eyes peered around again, suddenly catching a view of the perpetrators of the assault, his eyes narrowed as he saw their forms, in a bout of confusion he said.

“What in the holy hell is that!”

The commander responded “what? What is it?”

“Im sending you a live feed now of who ever is attacking these people”

Paul responded his eyes fixed on the waves of Opfor.

Mean while back at the FIA’S - SNIC.. (Strategic National Intelligence command)

Martha Mackall Walked in through the two massive double doors in to a well lit smooth floored and metal walled command center that had many holographic panels along the walls and on stations crowded together. She looked up to the nearest feed from Paul and said to the officer next to it.

“Status report” Her voice was professional serious and commanding.

The officer responded. “Ma’am Agent Hood is trapped on planet CW1 Inside of a native village, he reports there are Op for on the ground”

“Damn it” she said in an angry tone placing her hands on the smooth white end of the holo panel as she looked up at it. She spoke again to the officer.

“Patch me through to the commander of the Charles F Adams and Paul..”

A blip happened as the officer sunk his hand in to the console. “Done Ma’am” He said to Martha looking at her.

She spoke with a commanding tone of voice as her eyes fixated on the situation and what Paul was looking at.

“Ok What the hell is going on, and where is Project Red Field?”

Feldman took the first question. “We know there are Opfor on the ground, and Paul is trapped inside of a village attempting to revertive the package We had left there some time earlier, we have foreign forces in orbit coming through one by one Un known if those are hostile or not. What we do know is that the Opfor on the ground at hostile and coming at Paul, though probably unknownly. We don’t know what they are or where they came from, but as you can see from the feed Paul has going, they aren’t human.”

Paul took the second question the sounds of weapons fire filling the air as he spoke, “Right well he covered most of the bases but Red field is still inactive Though we managed to put some of it together, I think these opfors will put it in jeopardy I feel hostility from them, a lot of hostility. We either need to put it in the ground or get the hell out of here . Im pinned down and cant move with out being comprised”

Martha Mackall grumbled and growled slightly responding

“Look commander get them out of there if they cant finish the project by the time those forces reach the planet, or the Opfor gain control of the world , and Paul don’t worry we’ll try to get you out of there stay forsty and stay put, don’t get your self killed”

The commander nodded and said “I’ll send marines down if need be but the drop ships should be on their way shortly..”

The line of conversation ended, the live feed was still going from both the ship and Paul him self, Martha looked up with a sigh, her eyes focusing on the beings that were attacking.. What the hell was going on she thought, the entire mission seemed like it was going strait to hell in a hand basket, them being caught in the middle of what seemed to be a war.

The docking bays of the Guided Missile Destroyer Light up with the flames of a drop ship, similar in class to the one that had landed on the ground, it flew in to the darkness of space shimmering in to its cloak as it got out of the moons shadow barreling towards the planet, a second and third ship flew out their white exotic particle streams distorting space before they cloaked moving along the same flight path as the other ship, these contained hardened Terran Marines, in the same sentinel battle gear as Hood and the others down on the planet.


Martha Mackall had a feeling things might go even farther south, her eyes focused on a button at the side of a panel an avatar floating in its holographic form over the sleek holo screen, she walked over to it pressing her hand on to it, it brought up a list of comns, she told the avatar.

“Keeo Task force TALON and STRIKER comminations lines on hand incase we need to deploy them”

The avatar smiled and nodded Aye Ma’am” her smooth form shimmering as the computer placed both chanels on a sort of futuristic speed dial..

No no no... Just close it to everyone that's not involved. not close it eternally after it just got started ugh... no.

OOC:

You mean you will be sealing it to additional applicants at that time, yes?

BTW, incoming IC post, hopefully within an hour's time at most.

(ooc Hansia not wise to shoot at a planet with civilians on it from orbit, I'm going to be warning you IC to stop and if you don't, you better prep for missile spam)

OOC: My apologizes, The Royal High Guard tends to act more like space cowboys. They shoot first and ask questions later. It is part of their history. Look at my other thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=574660) to get an idea of their mentality. The other thing is that the TO is slightly in a panic considering his skipper is being held by a madman and he can’t really distinguish friend from foe right now…

OOC: I think the general consensus is that never happened but next time be wiser in what you post...

“For the love of...” the commander grumbled and placed his hand on a holographic console sending a message via secure QE link to the SNIC He looked in to the screen and to Martha saying.

“We’ve got a major situation developing here Hansian ships just opened fire on the planet, at forces assaulting civilian centers, they are in the cities, and the fire will have major collateral damage, Paul is still in one of the villages targeted, and our marines are still on the way.”

“Great, that’s wonderful news” Martha said sarcastically with a sigh before any response could be tendered she said.

“For this case I think we need some orbital cover, we cant extract them with bombardment going on, not safely any way.. Im going to authorize you commander to take what ever steps are necessary to protect the package and my people down there, ill send a message to the state department informing them of our situation.”

Commander Feldman nodded, he sighed a bit as the linked closed, he looked over to Mike Watkins who was his first officer, he said with a deep commanding voice to him as his eyes panned the map of what was going on.

“Prep the ship for general quarters, all hands to battle stations, raise defense barriers and arm the Archer missiles for launch, arm ECM and ECCM cloaking suits, so they don’t know we’re the message is coming from, maybe that will scare them ..”

Mike nodded he quickly turned to the ships avatar who was floating over her holographic presence angelic and surreal, he spoke in a similar commanding tone though his voice was obviously different.

“You heard the man , engage ship systems, and go to general quarters.”

The ship went to full alert, avatars and human alike were running about the ship to their stations being strapped in to their chairs by force fields as they started to work at their stations, the bridge became dark maps turned from usually empty space scans and passive scans to full blown tactical displays of fire, enemy ships and the space around them, a 3D view of space was offered at every tactical console.


Commander Feldman spoke in to the communications array on all channels

“Hansian ship , Cease fire immediately, I repeat cease fire, you are firing on civilian targets , its to close to be using orbital bombardment here don’t you realize? If you do not cease fire we will have to take a protective stance against you.. ” the message was simple but clear.

The UTS Charles F Adams was a Flight IA Guided missile destroyer, of course it had other energy weapons and gun weapons besides missiles , it was equipped with over 280 Vertical Launch and general purpose missile tubes nonetheless, and they were al ready to bite, warheads were loaded on to the Archer class General purpose anti ship anti matter missiles that stood in the dark cramped tubes they rested in, the missile tubes began to hum with energy as the electro magnetic rail system began to energize.

Klaxons rang around the ships crew members went from semi tense to focused on their jobs and tasks, they might have to go in to battle, and they all knew the cost of failure in this case even more so. The shuttles continued towards the planet avoiding the various streams of fire by hair line distances.

The shuttle shook as the captain of the marine detachment spoke.

“Look men we have to stay frosty and get our boys out of there, we have major issues down there and its going to be hairy to say the least so I want you to stand tall lean back and give em hell hoooraaa!”

“Aye sir!”

the shuttle reverberated with the voices of pale young men who had barley gotten out of Marine Corps recruit Training and assigned to their units. All men are promptly assigned one tour outside of their units during peace time , on ships and on outposts for up to twelve months.
Mean while out side bolts of fire from the reckless ship streamed passed the holo port holes shaking the shuttle even more.

Mean while the state department had gotten a letter promptly from Martha stating the situation.

The State departments lesion J.R Lantry to the TFSN and FIA sat back in his chair looking over the report, the avatar of the building stood in front of him controlling a female body, who looked nearly one hundred percent human like. He sighed as he scrolled down using his thoughts to interact with the holographic computer, two other fields on each side of him as he was immersed in a holo environment. This was going to be a frosty situation..

“Get me the president....”


The avatar complied, the right hand screen popped up with an image of the seal of the President of the Terran Federation, President Logan answered, his face middle aged and obviously experienced as his brown eyes peered at Jr, he said in a soft diplomatic tone.

“Hey John, what’s going on?”

“Well sir” John replied “We have a problem with Red Field.. We have a sticky situation and its getting worse, im sending you the report now “

President Logan nodded, suddenly another holo field popped up to the right of Logan, the President looked over, his suit well pressed and his hair well kept with a slight slat and pepper hue. He looked back after a few seconds of reading and said..

“I see, and Martha ordered the Adams to protect the civilians, if that incident becomes public it could comprise red field, but I saw she had no choice, its either sacrifice the package and the units on the ground, or stop a fatal blunder. I don’t like this situation, Im going to put what ever ships in that area on alert in case it gets worse, and im authorizing the use of task force TALON.”

JR nodded with a sigh sitting back on his chair responding “Yes sir, shall I notify Martha?”

“Yes, also send word to the commander of the Charles F Adams if you can.” Logan responded

JR nodded again the screen with the president shutting down, he quickly turned back recoding a message.

Martha Mackall Stood in the center of the large command area she read the message on the holo screen that was sent back to her, she sighed in relief , her orders were not un founded, though she was not looked on favorably for going out of bounds. She waited now, she knew task force talon was on assignment with the Abraham Lincoln carrier task force from the fifth fleet in the Gryphon Expanse.

— 1500 Hours
Talon commander Robert M gates Stood on the deck of the massive Battle carrier, his blue eyes peering out in to the expanse of dead space, the deck of the carrier was spacious the Incandescent glow of the soft white lights rippling off of his smooth features, he was a young fit man strong tall and of great military barring. An avatar appeared behind him materializing with a sudden bright pink light, it was female dressed in a komno, it was odd that Terran Ships had Avatars with personalties, more than one for the larger ones. She spoke in a soft tone of voice that reverberated through out the strangely empty deck.

“Commander Gates.. We have a deployment order for you its urgent..”

Gates looked over with a sigh his eyes panning the female AI, he responded “Great, Ill take it send it to my Brain interlink , Lets see who we have to save today..” he trailed off The Avatar nodded with a smile coming across her face as she sent the message over to him.

Gates grumbled and nodded the instant he got it he looked back to her saying “Thank you Tachi.. I guess Ill have to save Paul...” He smirked. The Commander of the Lincoln was well aware of what had happened already.

Commander Roger Simmons stood in the center of the large command and control facility that commanded the entire ship, holographic panels popped up every place with 3D representations of the systems around them, ships, orders various other things and nicknack’s. is eyes were fixed on the image of what was happening in that system , he raised his hand, his uniform well pressed and well maintained his grey hair combed and kept neat. He said to the avatar that appeared behind him in a sudden flash of blue this time, as if he knew it was coming.

“I want you Get the task force in motion we’re going to planet CW1 in the Darius cluster. We have to deploy task force talon, When we get out side the system drop us out of slip space.”

The avatar nodded and with a male voice said “Yes sir”

Slip Space was basically an inter-dimensional tunnel or wormhole from point A to B, it was quick and efficient. The massive battle carrier Rumbled towards the darkness of space , a sudden blue and white crackling portal opening, arcs of energy flowing out grasping in to space, the massive ship disappearing with in its maw, the other ships in the task force opening up their own slip space holes slipping directly in to streams of blue and white energy crackling around them. It would take a few moments for the ships to travel to the other side...


15:08- - - - -

“Shit!” Paul screamed as he saw a plasma bolt dissipate by the diffraction in the atmosphere tremendously hit harmlessly in to a hill beside the village and building he was hiding behind . He rolled to the ground to avoid dust and hot debris from falling on him, it littered the ground around him, hot smoldering pieces of rock smoking as he looked at it.

“What the hell is going on ” He asked commander Feldman or any one who was listening.

The commander responded

“We have a possible hostile in orbit or at least stupid people shooting at Civilian targets, I recommend Get to a place you can hide out before your toasted by either them or Opfor on the ground”

The rest of the FIA agents behind the ridge were continuing as fast as they could red field was almost done being installed, the Marines guarding the ridge line formed a security circle hiding at various spots pointing their rifles out scanning the area for enemies. Paul’s XO Looked atthe chaos unfolding on the ground and even the bolt that hit the side of the ridge, his eyes focused through his vizor as work clamored behind him, he hoped Paul was ok, and that he had not been killed or hurt by the blast. He sighed looking back he gave the command.

“Keep going and work faster we need to get this done or we’re dead..”


Time was ticking now, the shuttles in the air, the fighting on the ground, the folly of the ship in orbit, and task force talon.. It was all leading up to a boiling point, and Red Field would probably push it over the edge, it was not just surveillance but omnipresence.... Only the short amount of time would tell what will happen when its activated on that world that was being fought over by the forces of good, evil and self serving men and women.

(OOC: OI!... Just when I finished a 4 page post... he deats every thing null and voiding it, If some one would pick up being a random hostile ship shooting at the planet so my post is still valid, please do.. because I don't have the energy to go back and mess with my post right now)

(OOC: Fine, fine fine I'll work it in....-sigh- fucking bullshit...)

Evans’ Platoon, outside Haddock

“Holy shit,” was all Corporal Trujillo could say as she crested the hill overlooking what a recent Intelligence Department report had indicated was a thriving industrial settlement, a local civilization know as a good trade source, and just a friendly bunch of people really.

“What’s the matter?” asked a Marine following along. Then he saw it. “…Holy shit.”

“Damn right,” said a third Marine.

“Get down from that hill!” snapped Evans as he approached. “You want whoever’s guilty here to notice us?”

“Sorry, Sergeant, we couldn’t resist.”

“You of all people should know better, Trujillo,” said Evans. “Now let’s keep moving. At least we haven’t heard of Montonstown being attacked.”

“Yes, Sergeant,” said Trujillo as everybody backed away down the hillside.

“Private Landon,” Sergeant Evans called his radioman. “Get on the horn to home and just let Captain Duncan know what we’re seeing out here. Ask them to check on the colony as it could be attacked before long. If it’s still standing, request they drop heavy weapons, an infantry support and AT package. We might need them soon.”

“Sergeant,” Ensign Iseki piped up. “What’s going on?”

“We’ve spotted a destroyed local settlement, Ma’am,” he said. “I’ve called in to check on Montonstown, and requested a supply drop, just in case we get into any fighting.”

“Ah,” said the Ensign. “Well then…carry on, I suppose, Sergeant Evans.”

“Aye, Ma’am,” said Evans, as he turned back to his Marines again.

From there, it was a speedy march to Montonstown.

OOC: I thought, I was suppose to delete that incident because the op did not want it? I mean it was a dumb move, but I was just rping how my initial arm forces would have handled it.

They would have used brawn over brain considering their more like frontier lawman/soldiers. If the Home Guard was handling this situation, it would be more like having a bunch of cops trying to arrest the GPI's battalion on the ground...

For the sake of the rp the op just said he'll fit it in... Post a response to my response to your post :P )

In Orbit

The gate crackled as the surge of energy shot from the Hansian vessel was bent, literally bent around the entity though it still landed on the planet devastating two of the minor transports destined for the northern villages instead of the twelve it was originally going to obliterate. Though it didn’t stop much of what happened next. The gate literally came alive with the 137th expeditionary fleet, literally a half dozen smaller, fusiform vessels lined the gate’s center being flung from hyperspace into the planet’s unaffected gravity well. These vessels had three main cannons on the fore section of it’s hull with smaller anti-strike craft cannons lining their hulls all humming with the barely contained plasma they were set to fire. This armament indicated that these were destroyers after all it was a destroyer’s task to clear strike craft and maybe strike a blow to equal if not heavier enemy vessels.

The destroyers spread out to herald the three larger light cruisers each with nine larger plasma cannons, six in the fore and three in the aft sections with less of an anti strike craft presence. Though what might be to the surprise and horror of the enemy that was not the end of the expedition as these ships cleared out in preparation of the next wave two larger heavy cruisers complete with eighteen massive plasma cannons and almost no anti-small fighter measures but even they parted to make way for the flagship, a massive Initiative battleship almost the circumference of the planet it was ordered to invade it was practically pimpled with small and large plasma cannons and anti strike craft cannons making sure that the cheapest of vessels could not bring it down. It’s fore section was concave, making way for what looked to be a massive obelisk in the middle of it’s hull with four minor pyramid structures lining it.

The bridge of the massive vessel was small, unobtrusive, cramped even, the heart of the massive beast lodged firmly in it’s center safe from, slug, laser or strike team safe from everything except an absolutely critical hit. There were seventeen communications officers spread out in a circle around four executive officers all working in a circle around one captain. The male fox sighed softly as he squirmed in his chair, his lithe form totally unbefitting his job nor presenting much of the military bearing one would expect of a starship captain much less a commodore of a star-fleet.

“I expected there to be ‘some’ resistance out here. We did kind of drop in… And the lieutenant did send the distress call”

The captain’s wish enlisted a chuckle from his XO a massive seven foot vixen standing to his right.

“Well there are a few bits of target practice out there… Right Jane?”

A smaller raccoon female nodded behind her observing the combined readings from all of the vessels in the fleet.

“Right. There’s a ship that recently fired down on the planet according to these energy readings, and another vessel coming out from the planet’s first moon to intercept it. Also multiple drop pods coming up from the planet originating from the new intercepting vessel. There’s also a vessel moving over an area… A settlement of a space fairing nation looking like it’s retrieving it’s drop pods for another shot. There’s also a medium sized… Carrier class vessel in the area. Should I pass the order to focus fire on her to rest the fleet sir?”

The fox sighed softly smirking at the notion, that would definitely result in a fight but he waved at it like an invisible gnat in the air.

“No. No…. We have to hail them first. See if anyone will willingly come over to what’s right in the universe. Start a broadcast hail, time to tell everyone what’s what. Though afterwards target them immediately.”

A communications channel opened then broadcasting to all the ships in the system showing the symbol of the initiative. A creature, what looked like a lupine embossed on a platinum circle surrounded with several balls connected by straight lines dotted with a dozen black dots surrounding that.

#To everyone in this system. I am Second Lieutenant Makio commodore of the Genetic Purification Initiative’s 137th expeditionary fleet. By that authority I hereby order each and every one of you to cease operations in this and either power down your vessels and submit to a full genetic inspection and possible integration or leave this system in five minutes… You each have two minutes to respond.#

“I don’t think any bloody one of them is going to comply.”

“Should I have the quartermaster make your armor ready sir?”

The todd shook his head at the vixen with a soft sigh even though he was eager to join his marines as they stormed the bridges of these vessels.

“No. Let’s see how Carroday does on his own…”

On Planet

The battle of Haddock eventually died down, allowing Lieutenant Kireas to establish a forward command post in what once served as the settlement’s city hall. Meanwhile third platoon’s sweep of the village west of the downed agent’s position was proceeding as planned, the modular transports quickly transforming themselves into massive holding cells as the armored creatures forced the living inside and started burying the dead. Eighth platoon’s drive had become slower, more leisurely despite the explosion claiming seven souls, critically wounding four. They had numbers now and if not then the modular craft were more than enough to make up for the old technology these villagers possessed. None of them realized that a more advanced force was just over the damaged ridge waiting for them…

HMS Drake…

The HMS Drake continued to fire upon the location of the enemy. The plasma batteries were hot and slowly the mighty weapons were silenced one at a time to allow the guns to cool down. The process would only take a couple of seconds for the automated system to spray the coolants needed to cool them and allow them to go back to pounding the planet with plasma bolts…

The Tactical Officer looked at the targeting reports and was disgusted at the waste of energy used to reshape the landscape, rather than to confirm hostile kills count. The targeting computer was an older model compared to her second generation class sister but even this should not have been this pathetic. The enemy had suffered only mediocre damage while reports indicated the surrounding area took a lot more fire power and several landmarks were now laid to waste…


The crew was still on red alert and as such everyone was in their assigned battle stations. The bridge had been forced to make several adjustments to the ship’s position in order for the ship to get into a better firing range to be more effective against the rampaging GPI forces on the world below..

It was around this time that the unknown message was picked up by the ship’s Communication staff. The message was a ghost as far as the Communication Officer and his staff was concerned; The Communication team tried to get their equipment to trace the source of the transmission and failed miserably. It seemed whoever sent this message was trying to stay anonymous.

The information was sent up to the Electronic Combat Department with instructions to find the source of the signal and send it back to the Tactical Officer for his deliberation. The ECD crew started up the ship’s most powerful radar system the Sentinel MK I. This system began a massive sweeping search for the emitters that had transmitted the message…

The Tactical Officer read the mysterious report right after the computer printed out a copy of it for him to read personally:

“Hansian ship , Cease fire immediately, I repeat cease fire, you are firing on civilian targets , its to close to be using orbital bombardment here don’t you realize? If you do not cease fire we will have to take a protective stance against you.. ”


The message made him cringe inside adding to the fact he did not know who sent it or what their intentions were at this time. He finally decides to comply with a modicum of sense breaking from normal protocol and orders the batteries to cease fire.

The HMS Drake’s Plasma batteries ceased their relentless bombardment and began to focus on cooling on their barrels. The Damage Control Teams assembled and prepared to send out teams of mechanical repair drones to begin on the spot maintenance in case the ship was forced to use her weapons quickly….

The insect like drones begin to scuttle over to the plasma batteries with the determination of an ant hive and begin repairing the external parts of the batteries while the Damage Control team worked on the internal parts…


The GPI’s forces were beginning to become more of a problem as they started to bring out star vessels into the arena, and an entire battle force appeared out of the strange gate. This force seemed advanced and the Sentinel easily picked them up and started to send their emissions reports to the ECD team. They quickly routed the information to the TO and prayed that help would come….


The Tactical Officer listened to the new message from the enemy fleet:

A communications channel opened then broadcasting to all the ships in the system showing the symbol of the initiative. A creature, what looked like a lupine embossed on a platinum circle surrounded with several balls connected by straight lines dotted with a dozen black dots surrounding that.

#To everyone in this system. I am Second Lieutenant Makio commodore of the Genetic Purification Initiative’s 137th expeditionary fleet. By that authority I hereby order each and every one of you to cease operations in this and either power down your vessels and submit to a full genetic inspection and possible integration or leave this system in five minutes… You each have two minutes to respond.#

The Tactical Officer sighed and said, “Get the Communication Officer, and give them a response requesting more time to pull out…”

The Communication officer replied on the internal com channel, “Sir, I can’t leave my station my men need help down here with all the bloody coms traffic running throughout the ship. I will have someone give these “things” your response..”



A Transmission was sent via short beam to the GPI fleet…

TO: Second Lieutenant Makio Commodore of the Genetic Purification Initiative 137th expeditionary Fleet
From: 3rd Grade Comsman Charles Dudley
Subject: You’re Demand…

I am afraid your request is a big neagatory ghost rider; we can’t leave our skipper and her Marines on the planet while your forces wreak havoc down there. We also have to decline your demand to submit to genetic inspection. We ask that we be given some more time to retrieve our skipper before we make a tactical retreat out of this g-d forsaken system…


End Transmission…..


“You son of a b-t-h!” cried the Communication Officer as he listened to that down right stupid message sent by one of his enlisted coms members…

The Tactical Officer laughed as his subordinate began to strangle his enlisted member in front of his own staff. The scene was highly comical but the goal was to get to business. The message might not have been professional but it did give the point straightforward and quite blunt…


On The Ground………..


The drop pods hit the surface of the planet with giant thuds and two more craters smashed into the surface of the planet. The large doors began to ascend up like a garage door and the Royal Star Marines charged out with their rifles at the ready. They had razor bayonets and began to take positions around the area to secure it.

If the GPI or anyone tried to enter this area while the Skipper was around, They were going to answer to twenty five of her Majesty’s Royal Star Marines…

OCC: lets say I got away and your captains fine, cause im bored.

OCC2: Realms, woudl you like to meet my charecter? i like furrys ^^

Kash jumped into the stealth fighter and began to immediatley fly away.

Commander Feldman slapped his forehead with a palm he grumbled gently as he both heard the message sent by the unknown forces, detected the dimensional rift and saw the ship they sent a warning to about firing, continue to fire. He said turning over to the ships avatar who had shimmered in to existence behind him.

“ Open a channel in response...”

The avatar did so a blip was heard and the commander started to speak in a stiff voice, looking up at a holographic field with a smug grin coming across his face.

“This is an official response From Commander John Feldman Of the Terran Federation Star ship Charles F Adams Designation DDG-71, We will not comply, the Terran Federation Star navy Yields to no such inspections I shall not endanger the lives of my men, if you attempt to use force we shall defend ourselves accordingly.”

The channel blipped of, he waved his hand over to the avatar saying in a commanding voice as he looked out of the holographic porthole.

“Fire two missiles at the Hansian ships, equip them with SPW and set their yield to minium, fire to disable”

The Destroyer’s Verticle launch tubes expelled two sleek long missile shaped bodies , two Archer I Anti shipping missiles few out of the tubes a few nano seconds later their plasmatic jets coming online, they flew in to the darkness of space the yellowish green hue of their engines lighting their back sides up, reaching a safe distance from the moon towards the enemy craft they disappeared in a flash of green light engaging a point to point faster than light system by passing much of the trip. They re appeared just several hundred KM from the Hansian ship barreling in at C fractional speed like a multi giga-ton dart of death. Mean while on the other side of the new found enemy fleet 13 slip points opened up, they crackled in to existence each sending arcs of energy grabbing out in to the dark void of space. These slip points let through Four massive ships two smaller than the other, multiple destroyer like the Charles F Adams and several smaller ships, the ominous fleet gathered together as they flew out of the eighth dimensional worm drive they used.

Commander Feldman was relived his eyes panned the screen as he saw the grey small mass of ships move in to defensive positions, he heard a message come through, he pressed his hand on the Holographic console to get an ear full.

“This is commander Roger Simmons Of the Terran Federation battle carrier Abraham Lincoln, commanding the 50th carrier task force element of the fifth federation fleet, Any attack on federation ships personnel or facilities will be considered an act of war and punished accordingly.”

Simmons stood on the bridge of the massive 4.2 km super carrier he looked over to the tactical AI who was walking around, and said with a commanding voice.
“General quarters, prep fighters for launch all hands to battle stations I repeat all hands to battle stations!”

With that the klaxons on the massive ship began to ring, the bridge became dark, the bright white lights that lit the spacious command center dimmed and red blaring lights came on. The commander just looked up waiting for a response, he looked as the missile rushed towards the ship bombarding the surface. Mean while on the ground, Paul was hiding behind another building as fire swept from the sky, dissipated as it was form last time, he ducked as the hot flashes of light hit the surrounding area around him, he bolted for cover in the heavy under brush just out side the village as the rounds hit hoping the confusion would get him time to get out.

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Mean while Task force talon was Getting ready , Gates was standing on the cat walk over looking his men and women, they were all getting ready in their sentinel B battle gear, more advance suits than any thing ever designed jump jet ability, hidden weapons in the wrist compartments, personal trans padding devices advanced sensors, the works. He smiled through his opaque mask his eyes piercing His team each and every one of them. He sighed and wondered what would be awaiting them during land fall. Mean while Fighters began screeching out of the hanger pods, SA-22A fighters from the VF-190 Squadron flew out with hot white streams of exotic particles trailing behind. Captain Trent Hawkins was the squad leader, he sat in his fighter his hands on the control stick, he looked across the vastness of space to find both his wing men coming up close to him, he nodded to them as they flew in a tactical formation, Hundreds of fighters from the carriers and cruisers powered out filling space with small grey and sleek craft. SA42F’s were launched after the SA22's.

Trent pushed his stick to the left, making his craft bank with utter grace and speed. The most advance fighter in the Federation was about to under go its test by fire. The SA22 unlike the SA42 was smaller more compact, Miniaturized but just as deadly. The craft formation flew over the massive carrier that dwarfed them, Trent sighed his eyes panning the rough hulled figure of the Lincoln.

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The shuttles Rushed by Trent starting to assume position to land , the hot glow of friction along their hull’s lit them up in the night sky as they barreled down in a controlled decent. The Marines were strapped inside the shuttle as it shook, the Commander of the detachment held on to the pole as the shuttles flew through the air, it was time to get the Federations men out of there, a line of fire crossed the sky above Paul and the ridge line only to cross back as the shuttles turned violently towards them the streak of fire stopped as the a few objects gently glided down towards the field, their shield activated. Paul ducked he watched as the odd Skunk creatures marched on the village his instincts telling him to lie low in the brush. The wind picked up as the drop ships inched closer, and closer kicking up dust. Paul was tense his breathing intensified he knew that the Opfor could see the ships now and it would not be long before a MANPAD was deployed to counter them. Mean while Project red Field was placed in the ground the sleek smooth orb dropped in with a pluck as the diggers finished looking up at the sky then down at the chaos by the village.. It still wasn’t ready , it had to receive commands and they came from the engineers Time was ticking things were getting tenser by the moment. Paul, Martha, the president the commanders on the field Knew what was at stake it would prove to be more than they realized how ever...

Haddock
L – Day
1548 Hours

First Lieutenant Kireas looks upon the destruction she caused in city hall nodding approvingly at the piles of bodies that was forming to the left of the important yet unobtrusive structure in the middle of the town. Looking up to the descending native flag that once proudly waved over a prospering trade settlement officially ending whoever was mayor, governor, whoever these feral humping scum called leader and ushering her temporary reign. As the highest ranking officer in the system she was acting governor, though with how spread out the initiative’s leadership was if she handled this post with any sort of competence she’d be ‘governor’ Kireas in less than a year making ‘governor’ money and commanding a beautiful world that she could make into something purely divine.

Sudden flashes of light and soft booming sounds filled the air, not lightning but it might as well have been. No matter. It wasn’t another orbital bombardment and if so the shield would take care of it. The communications system in her helmet suddenly sprang to life as she now departed towards the southern end of the ruined town.

#Commander this is Ken. We’ve been set back a bit though I heard Lastra’s almost done taking care of the casualties we’ve sent over. The humans here seem to be interested in keeping us away from something. At least that’s what the scouts say. We’ll keep you posted as the shooting starts.#

“Good job ensign. Oh, if they’re keen on keeping something away from our prying eyes don’t peruse it yourself let the third company help you. Don’t hesitate to call us if you need reinforcements. We won’t be doing much anyway.”

#Understood ma’am. Going to surround the village now… Ken out.#

#Yea, call us if it’s worth fighting Kenny… We aren’t doing much but shipping these peasants back to the doc. I almost wish one of ‘em would start running, would give me something to shoot at.#

“You’re too eager Evander. Calm down, there’s enough killing for all of us when we make this world fit for general consumption.”

#True. True. Still it’s still fun to get rid of inferiors. Oh well, I’ll keep you posted el tee maybe some paint ‘ll start drying then we’ll have something more interesting to report. Evander out.#

The female skunk took off her helmet, heading towards the medical ward, a former medical clinic the humans must have used to trade things that made them feel better. The place was mostly empty, mainly because most of the medical staff were busy elsewhere taking the ‘G.F.A.E’, the Genetic Fitness and Aptitude Examination. Upon entering the small square brick building Kireas was greeted by a lady nurse wearing the stereotypical nurse’s outfit. The skunk chuckled softly at the now bowing human though mostly at the loads of cleavage, short skirt and bright purple hair adorning her now brainless head. Lastra knew Kireas loved purple.

“Hey soldier! You need some special healing?”

Kireas shook her head smiling at the woman and her bright question.

“No. I want to talk to you in person…”

The nurse giggled softly at that just coming closer to the armored skunk.

“You are. You are talking to me in person…”

The human frowned after a few moments shaking her head with a heavy sigh. Kireas laid her helmet down on what used to be the waiting room couch.

“Alright. Alright. You caught me but I can’t help it. It’s hard to be all serious and morose around you. Though I guess you’re right, there is no way in hell that this woman would be happy in any way shape or form after what happened here an hour ago.”

The skunkette nodded still smiling

“I still want to see you. I hope you aren’t doing this because you’re too busy, we only had six or seven casualties in this operation.”

The nurse scratched her chin in a circle sighing softly.

“Well I’m a little busy finishing an operation. A soldier got a piece of a modular stuck in his chest though the good news is that’s the most serious wound we’ve gotten yet.”

“I see. I’m sure I wont disturb you too much. I just came in to say hi.”
The human sighed softly shaking her head.

“Oh alright, I’m in the back in what used to be an inn if I’m reading this meatsack’s memories right.”

The skunk moved past the nurse planting a kiss on the woman’s forehead as she did. The newly constructed operating theatre was primitive at best, a large lamp set over a bed past what appeared to be a ‘teller’ spot. The unarmored slender, rabbit was looming over a male skunk twice her size, his armor in parts at the head of the bed.

“Okay… Now extracting the object.”

The rabbit whispered, a thick wet noise indicating the piece of metal sliding out of flesh, being dropped on a nearby end table. No tools were in the rabbit’s hands nor were anywhere in the room.

“Now sealing the wound and making another satisfied customer.”

The rabbit slowly loomed her hand over the man’s chest focusing for a moment. The skin around the skunk’s wound slowly closed, the open wound sealing perfectly and permanently. The male groaning softly but not much else the rabbit turned to the skunkette and her love’s wide grin.

“You’re getting so powerful dear…”

The rabbit blushed slightly nodding in the direction of the human nurse.
“That? She hardly had a brain to begin with. In fact what I did might have been an improvement.”

The skunk chuckled softly shaking her head.

“It might have, but that still doesn’t make it any less ‘wrong’ in these people’s eyes. Something about full potential and she just hadn’t realized it yet or something.”

The rabbit started to chuckle now, bouncing towards her companion, her comfortable civilian clothes enhancing her already beautiful features.

“Anyways. Hello, and I love you and you should go be… Govenorly from what I hear.”

A spark of realization came to the woman.

“Oh that’s right I needed to talk to you.”

The skunkette’s ears perked.

“Yes. There’s a nation out there called Romedosia or something like that. That’s the advanced settlement south of us. Apparently our local friend there sometimes traded medicine with them.”

“I see. Are they a threat?”

The rabbit shook her head.

“They’re a prison colony at least that’s what I gathered, though during the battle I saw some ships landing in that general direction."

“Knights to the defense of the peasants it seems…”

“Quite, but the gate is open and from what I could see before they moved out of range Lieutenant Makio is being his usual ‘I’m a male in charge so I have something to prove by killing everything in sight’ self.”

The skunk sighed shaking her head remembering the bright lights by the flag.
“One day that’s going to get him killed, and or replaced…”

“Right though in any case you have a lot of people who want to talk to you. Command being one of them…”

The skunkette sighed wrapping her armored arms around the rabbit.

“After this I’ll talk to them all they like but until then… I’ll just focus on these ‘Romedosians’ or whatever. If they’re as advanced as they look then they’ll need to be dealt with in a certain way. Perhaps mortars and a little artillery will help us in this.”

She pressed her nose up against the blushing rabbit’s

“So did our human friend know where this mystery colony is?”

“She did. I think we should go there and make nice.”

“I’ll make nice, a nice host to a new set of prisoners that is…”

The rabbit playfully bopped the skunk’s nose.

“Alright, alright, though they’re trapped like rats, I don’t see why I have to be purely nice to them.”

“It’s always good to be polite dear. Even if they’re a set of inferiors peace will give me less work to do.”

“Alright. Lets go… ‘Talk’ to them though I doubt they’ll see reason.”

“They’ll have to. Like you said, they’re trapped and lonely here. It’s not like they’d have any reservations about whatever we demanded. They can’t afford them. Let me finish up here first... I want to see when they cringe and cave in.”

20 Meters from Gate 137
L – Day
1546

The commodore’s glee was palpable like a new scent beginning to float in the air of the bridge. The fox only smirked at the communication’s officer, she knew what to do and had a good idea who to send for the operation. He smiled even as the Hasian vessel opened fire on the ridgeline anew; they were about ten meters off naturally the pull from the gate they fired on making it a hundred meters. Still he shot at their colony, their world.

“Jane. We need to make an example of those… Idiotic cowboys. We can’t have peace when our planet’s been defiled.”

The raccoon nodded clearing her throat.

“Vessels, Unity, Faith, and Stalis your target is the now disabled vessels. The commodore wishes you to destroy them completely. All escape pods and other evacuation vessels are to be targeted as well.”

The communications officer just looked back at the now giggling captain. Two destroyers and a light cruiser breaking defensive formation to decend upon the vessels plasma cannons charged and firing as soon as they got within range.

“Send a message to the captain of the vessel who made our task easier…”

The symbol of the initiative would appear again and respond to Commander Feldman

#Thank you for your assistance, though upon further consideration of our position we thought perhaps we should act in your enemies favor and reciprocate their punishment. That way we’ll get to talk about inspections and their importance in person.#

“Vessels ‘Life’ and ‘Obedience’ your objective is the smaller ship coming from the moon. Your primary goal is to disable and capture her though we respectfully request any marine operations to wait for us. The commodore would like a word with her captain.”

The remaining two lighter cruisers sped towards the federation destroyer, a brilliant blue glow now surrounding them as they activated their anti missile countermeasures, their shields soon raising their temperature becoming hotter and hotter as they began pushing away from the vessels themselves.

“Now lets talk to the one that seems to have ‘big brass ones’…”

A message would appear for the Carrier ‘Abraham Lincoln’

#Even though you have increased your numbers we have many surprises for you all. We strongly recommend you reconsider your position and submit to a simple scan; you won’t like us considering them for you…#

“To all remaining ships, the carrier is our objective. To the engineering section, ready the M-137 for continuous fire. Target the smaller battleship class vessels, destroyers escort the heavy cruisers and eliminate all dispatched strike craft.”

The fox smirked at that last bit he didn’t order any of that nor did he take over and make the smaller coon order any of it. She simply knew what he wanted and knew what it would imply politically.

The massive flagship ‘Puirity’ lurched forward the obelisk in front of it starting to crackle with dark purple energy, pulsating all through the ship, some even leaking down to the planet below.

Commander Simmons sighed, sensors picked up a massive surge of energy starting to build up, he quickly turned over to the tactical avatar and said wit ha commanding voice

“I want a tactical jump, all ships spread in attack pattern delta eight, load all missile tubes, charge disruptors , and make ready the grav drivers“..

The tactical avatar softly nodded.. The fleet began to dissipate in to slip points again only to come out at random point in random loose clusters around the enemy fleet at least .2 AU away maintaining distance. The Charles F Adams was rushing in to a formation closest to it. Commander Simmons, and commander Feldman both out in to space at the enemy fleets, it was time for the fleet to unleash its might. With out a second to think about it, every single ship engaged their QECS linking each one in an encrypted Resonance link, sharing information instantly and quickly, ECM and sensor arrays crackled to life a small hum reverberating through the large and small command centers of each ship that was there. Simons grinned, his eyes panning the enemy fleet that silhouetted against the dark void of space, he said as he raised his hand to the avatar behind him, the dim lights of the bridge moving over his form.

“All Ships Pick your respective targets, the Lincoln and its two Destroyer will take the heavy, the rest of you find targets and attack in your respective wings, All fighters form up and prepare to unload your missiles...”

The message cackled through the QE com on Trent’s HUD, he smiled inside of his O2 helmet beads of sweat running down his smooth forehead, his eyes peering out in to space as his wing formed up behind him over him and to the sides of him, he looked in to his sensor read out display and said with a commanding voice.

“All Fighters attack vector alpha tango omega, arm fox three and prep to fire, red squadron, alpha squadron and gamma squadron on me, loose formation target that big ship. The rest of you pick your targets!”


Quickly Trent pulled on the stick to the left, the fighter banked with in an instant of his touch, the engines roared inside his cock pit loudly and furiously as the fighter picked up speed, his eyes priced the darkness as the massive enemy battle ship came up in to view, his wing mates staying on him as his craft accelerated, stealth systems and electronic countermeasures activated making the crafts to say the least small rocks on sensors. He yelled out in to the com system his voice going through to the other craft.


“All Fox three missiles fire! Bank and brake to vector alpha and gamma”

With that order, sleek streams of blue particles shot out from the under wings of every SA22A in his squad, several ACM-90 missiles streaked to their targets glimmering with white light as they rushed at high speed , their multi giga-ton warheads armed and primed. Trent pulled on his stick again to the other side, his fighter swept around its engines streaming out hot particles of exotic matter , his squadron mates followed suit. At the same time the fighters let their missiles go, thousands of missiles and graviton rounds began pouring out from the federation fleet, crackling energy beams and pulses followed lighting up the darkness of space with a cornucopia of death and colors.

The Disruptor beams from the capital ships slashed through space their crackling blue hue adding color to the various yellows oranges, and whites lighting up the massive vessels. Thousands of Archer I missiles flew jumping using slip space point to point, hopping to way points randomly and turning to vector in to their targets at high speed. Commander Simmons peered out of the holo port , space was lit up by fire from his ships, thousands beams pulses missiles and high speed rounds plummeting towards the enemy fleet. He sighed looking over another console his eyes peering at it he saw the shuttles on screen and a scan of the planet. Project Red Field would soon come on line, and make things more towards the unions side of things.

As the shuttles touched down, Paul stood up, he looked around and made a run for it towards the three mid sized shuttles that landed in random succession in a circular pattern, the back sides of them opening with a mechanical noise. The engines we’re still running marines rushed out of the drop ships with their M12 rifles in hand, their black suits changing color the instant they walked out in to a matching camouflage color making them hard to spot. They moved forward in a tactical V shape formation moving towards Paul. The commander of the dispatch looked on ward spotting him , he looked back at the marines and said through the com.


“That’s Paul out there on that field, damn it he’s really far out, team one follow me team two and three set up ambush positions on the ridge lines, move out!”


Team one began to run towards the field, holding their M12 rifles up to a fighting position, the two other teams began snaking and sneaking their way across in column formations towards two cover grounds that had opportune views of the field we’re Paul was trapped . Mean while the engineering team on the other ridge had just finished putting the final programing online for the pod, witch had the name and numbers “RED FEILD 040021" This was one of many pods spread around space, and all over the unions planets, border worlds and outpost’s. Tens of thousands of them monitoring and defending the country, linked to thousands upon thousands of automated defense platforms that were secretly constructed through out the union and its borders and empty space in between systems.. And many more things soon to be reviled.

OOC: Federal Union: The Hansian Ship followed your warning and stopped firing on the planet. They were not going to keep shooting when a mysterious transmission out of nowhere tells them to halt or else.

The Hansians' may be bold but they are not stupid enough to piss off a power they can’t win against especially in the form of a destroyer whose friends were just entering the system. The other thing is that the Frigate is the only Hansian ship in the system. The rest of the battle group did not even come into play yet…



GPI: The plasma shelling of the planet ended right after the Terran Destroyer sent out that warning. I also need to add that you are just firing on one frigate class vessel..

(ooc: disregard that part of my post than k?)

OOC:

I will wait to post my vessel's response until GPI decides whether he is still going to fire on my vessel now that it is not disabled or not. If he does my ship will still be destroyed considering the sheer amount of firepower, but the Terran Federation is going to make a friend with in the form of a Royal High Guard Expeditionary Fleet that is going to come in with vengeance on it’s mind.


If not the HMS Drake is going to try and leave the area and come back to get their captain at a more opportune time considering the Federation and the GPI are now fighting each other. I will however post my ground forces movements…


IC:


Kash released the Captain and somehow escaped from her Royal Star Marines and they came after him seeking to blast him with enough plasma to melt solid steel. They however missed their chance when he got into his spacecraft and flew up into the atmosphere…

They did however take half hearted full auto shots at his ship as it pulled up from the ground towards the open sky. This however did not damage the ship enough to damage it significantly….


Captain Mary Barker looked up at the sky noticing the huge vessels overhead. It was an awe inspiring sight to see the massive GPI ships as they moved out of the Gate and suddenly appear as if by air into the upper layers of the atmosphere…


She silently cursed herself for being so foolish as to trust Kash into that near fatal trap and was about to call the ship to receive her when the radio com sent the following message, “Captain, This is TO, We are currently facing an alien battle group in orbit. It is too dangerous to allow you to come up at this time. I recommend you stay down there until we negotiate with them for your safe passage up to the Drake. TO out…”

The Captain looked mournfully up at the sky and nearly wept, She yearned to be back on her ship giving the report to the Rear Admiral about how she had gotten herself in this stupid predicament rather than being stranded on this rock until her ship managed to talk the aliens into giving them more time to withdraw…


She looked at her Royal Star Marine entourage and said, “Okay, Make a perimeter of the area and keep it secure. I don’t want our drop pods destroyed or captured by unknown forces…”


The cry of “aye aye!” was called out as one by the twenty five valiant genetically engineered soldiers and they took positions around the area. They could see the smoke rising from a nearby village as GPI forces were moving into that area.

They took coms checks and locked and loaded as a group. The L.T. Rayburn ordered his two sergeants to form two groups one to defend the site. The other to scout the area near the village and determine if the GPI were going to move in on this location…

Montonstown

“Let’s move, people. Word from orbit says the enemy is closing in.”

Ensign Iseki stood back and watched as Sergeant Evans commanded his Marines, moving heavy weapons from the drop crates and to his platoon’s armored backs. From what she’d heard the sergeant intended to leave the Colonial Militia and a few heavy weapons behind in Montonstown, and lead his platoon out to find and engage the enemies. Then, whilst an insane band of Marines kept them shielded she and the colonists would evacuate aboard a line of shuttles from the Hermione. He had requested that Iseki remain there, to command in his stead the tactical defense of the colony ostensibly. More likely he thought she could have less negative affect on his plans there, not that she minded terribly.

Lydia Monton, elected Chairwoman of the Colony of Montonstown was gathering people into the hardened hazard shelter, basically a large bunker set close by the landing pad that kept the colony supplied with essentials it could not produce locally. Iseki would join that lot, if she could, but she had a responsibility to lead the some thirty Militia fighters whose lives would be at stake keeping the colony safe. She would stay in the settlement with the lot of them, hiding in reinforced houses and buildings.

1Km from Gate 137
L – Day
15:57 Hours

All of the vessels opened fire on the still live hasian vessel, her complete destruction their only goal. From there the destroyers Untiy and Faith would break off to engage the Romandeos vessel meanwhile the cruiser stalis sped towards the battle raging around it, quickly joining the initiative’s sphere formation. The fleet took a ‘tight’ formation as they advanced, the battleship’s forward directed shield grid taking most of the punishment the enemy fleet had to offer meanwhile the destroyer and light cruisers seemed to cower under the massive purple energy field. The commodore sighed as he saw the union fleet maintain their distance, even retreating as they advanced he shook his head.

“Lieutenant, despite the bombardment primary and secondary shields are holding, though if and when we fire M-137 we will not be able to maintain the shields for a brief period of time.”

The vulpine sighed at the lower officer’s report wanting to kick the poor boy on the floor. He knew that… Everyone on the bridge knew that but he had to go on and say it. Bloody idiot. Instead of kicking his science technician he simply nodded and smirked.

“How far away are we?”

“We are 25 Kilometers away from the enemy and closing.”

The fox’s smirk widened, he nodded to himself again and again.

“Right. We need a boost in order to win this fight and we’re going to get it. Tell everyone to move aft of us. This fight needs a bit sooner than everyone expected. Also disengage continuous fire. Were going to show everyone what we can do in one shot.”

The vessels all moved behind the massive battleship’s engines taking care not to get directly behind them all of them taking down most of their own shield grids to focus on points of the battleship literally pushing her while speeding up to still be covered by her energy aegis. The obelisk in front of the ‘purity’ hummed slowly crackling with seemingly dark unstable energies as she was pushed closer and closer to the lead vessel.

In Orbit……

The GPI vessels closed in and opened fire upon the HMS Drake, The Drake’s energy shield’s absorbed the first volleys of fire and the crew held onto their battlestations..

The Plasma Batteries fired back at the offending vessels and two Alpha class torpedoes were launched from the forward launcher bays. The torpedoes speed towards the vessel Unity with the goal of knocking out her forward shielding. The Alpha class Torpedoes were equipped with anti-matter warheads and their thrusters were designed to move at sub-space speeds as they raced with the intent to make a destructive impact upon the enemy shields....


The TO opened an emergency broadcast that sent out a fast frequency that speed out from the ship making a desperate distress call as the Drake’s shielding quickly failed and the hull was pierced on several sections of the levels and decks of the ship…


The crew tried to abandon ship as escape pods were quickly manned to escape the now doomed ship as Faith and Unity continued to pound on the lone Hansian frigate. The TO muttered, “Dear God!” as he saw from the ship’s view screen the sight of his people being gunned down by the GPI vessels in orbit. The escape pods were easy pickings and he knew they were not going to escape alive….


The HMS Drake was gone in the next instant in a sight of explosive fire and destruction……




On The Ground……


Captain Mary Baker listened to her coms radio trying to communicate with the ship. She only got the sound of interference and noticed the sudden burst of explosive fire in orbit. The Drop pod’s radar also lost track of the Drake as its homing signal was vaporized in the explosion.

The Captain sat in her chair and started to weep, her entire command save for a few Marines had been massacred by an enemy she knew little to nothing about. It only made sense to try and destroy them now…

The Captain gave the order via her coms channel…..


“Sergeant O’Hara, you and your men are to scout out the area and if seen, You have permission to use lethal force upon them to avoid giving them our location. I think it is time to show these fools what it means to cross the Royal High Guard…”

“Roger that captain,” was the response she received from Sergeant O’Hara’s helmet com….


The fifteen man team was moving slowly and quietly towards the village, they had fixed razor bayonets and were hiding beyond the local foliage and trees of the area. The goal was to make it into the village and decide if the force could be pushed back with the weapons the Marines had available..


Sargent O’Hara’s boys moved slowly and cautiously trying not to make a sound as they got towards the outskirts of the village. They hid behind the nearest buildings taking aim at the strange animal man warriors that seemed to be rounding up the local populace…

The Royal Star Marines continued silent running in order to avoid being picked up by enemy intel on their radio coms. It was a precaution as they used their optical sensors on their helmets to begin scanning the GPI warriors trying to accurately read them from weaponry to armor and abilities…

North Village 1 (Near Operative Paul’s position)
L – Day
15:43 Hours

#Ah good. Communications are back up…#

Was the message that thundered in Ensign Kenneth’s helmet. The female voice stopped the male and in turn he stopped his small thirty man force in the process as they advanced towards whatever the humans in the town were so adamant about protecting.

“Oh good. I assume this is fleet command saying hello?”

#More like this is fleet command saying we’ve spotted something just beyond the ridge and multiple contacts in the ridge. Looks like many small contacts. They don’t look natural at least not from orbit. We picked them up as we were tracking the dropships from the ‘Union’ contacts.#

“Well I believe we’re heading towards an ambush um miss…”

#Seaman third class Janus here Ensign. We’ll try to monitor as much as we can but it’s getting intense up here. I’d suggest either waiting it out so we can send reinforcements or maybe calling for help.#

Kireas voice came on the line now with a soft sigh.

#I knew it. Listen, your new orders are to bombard the coordinates that don’t exactly look natural. I’m ordering some supplies for you in town, construct a gun and some mortars then walk their fire right up to whatever’s there. We’re too small to take any chances…#

“Yes ma’am! Watch for some pretty lights then ma’am.”

The male turned back to his waiting soldiers making a soft ‘fall back’ gesture, the element slowly, carefully moving back to their larger numbers in what was once a beautiful village.


North Village 2 (Near remaining Royal high guard)
L – Day
15:58 Hours

The high guard would count to their fifteen the initiative fielded a hundred and five men and women in this town, actually ninety three minus the personnel guarding the trucks going to and from the former trade city. The third company of the 137th expedition was rounding up the last of the human population seeming to be at a near complete rest as the battle raged on above their heads. They wore powered armor, made from a set of ceramic compounds encased in a titanium composite alloy a miniscule fusion reactor located inside their backpacks providing the enhancement needed to make it a true set of powered armor. Detailed analysis would show it was lighter than some power armors out there and less protective but speed was something that the initiative would not compromise, and against energy weapons heavier was not always better…

Some carried rifles that seemed to leak blue plasma energy from the butt and center of the weapons, though others secured their rifles on their backs to sharpen or show off their other primary weapon. A sword, a machete like sword to be precise stored in either the right or left leg compartments of their armor.

Once the semi square blocks that counted as loading trucks came back the next batch of new servants was quickly nudged over by the few armed guards herding them in. Three guards were moving with nine slaves frightened and shouting in tongues it seemed.

(Sorry to inform you gentlemen but I’m going to walk away with your money…)

The first guard would say in a booming enhanced latin voice.

(Bullshit. I’ll walk away with the money and keep one of the females in good condition.)

The third stayed silent simply nudging the nine forwards, they stopped just outside the village.

One of them pulled out a pulsing energy grenade, throwing it casually over to the side letting the explosion teach the natives about a plasma grenade. Then another put a grenade down one of the slaves trousers and armed it making the male watch.

“GO! RUN! GOOOOO!”

The lead shouted in the language the natives seemed to understand though they understood the four shots he put in the ground even better. They dispersed in a mad dash of confusion and strife. The unlucky slave quickly fished the grenade out of his pants hurriedly throwing it away the thing landing on another slave a woman. The first guard promptly shot the unlucky man in the chest for his trouble then the woman as she let the harmful thing drop to the ground.

(Fuck…!)

The second guard shouted, the grenade exploding in a mass of body parts and other servants, everyone not wearing power armor was hit with pieces of uncomfortable shrapnel in a place or two. The second vulpine guard lost the ‘match’ as he bet that the ‘no luck’ would simply run off without a care until he blew up. The third skunk said that only one would get hurt and the chuckling fox said that there would be more than two casualties this day. The first guard won a hundred credits for that.

(I demand a rematch! No fair you picked the smartest one! I want my fifty back!)

The lead shook his head.

(Fraid not… We only brought nine saps out here and command says that’s too many to waste. C’mon with any luck the doc’s back in town will make ‘one’ of these pieces of meat fuckable.)

(You bastard…)

The second guard started laughing himself as he helped clean the now moaning crying bunch of new servants virtually crawling towards freedom.