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Sharal 3
Fifteen Days Since Posleen Landing
The company of Kasrkin were the tail end of the retreat. It was terrible. In the fifteen days since the Posleen centaurs had landed, they had devoured two brigades of the Legions finest. Literally. The Posleen were reptilian, carnivorous, and numerous. They had descended in a force of 6,000,000, and had destroyed almost all of the defense forces on the planet. Now 4th Company, 7th Brigade, was the rear-guard, holding a hill against unending Postie charges. They had beaten off two, and narrowly repelled the third. The next one would finish them off. Captain Risken looked out from his section of trench and scanned the terrain for Posleen. There they were, forming up out of range of their weapons. The Kasrkin next to him, a lieutenant, looked at him. "This is it, then?" The captain nodded. "Seems so, son. Make the Legion proud." "They're coming!!" shouted a private. He opened up with a grenade launcher, and ten seconds later his head was replaced with a bloody pulp as a 3mm railgun round scored home. The captain looked at the lieutenant. "For the Glory of the Legion, Lieutenant." "Asana, Captain." The two soldiers heaved themselves out of the trench. "Company," bellowed the captain, "CHARGE!!!" The 63 remaining Kasrkin shouted "For the Glory of the Legion!!!" and charged down the hill, guns blazing. The Captain ran at the head of the company. Futile gesture it may have been, the centaurs would remember this forever...

Alen'dathar looked on from his tenar as the last of the humans were killed. Stupid thresh. he thought But brave. These humans showed why they deserved the name threshkeen. Food with a sting. As the thresh died, he went down and planted a staff in the ground. It was a staff. A symbol of warriors. Then his tenar rose into the air and he lead his oolot in pursuit of the remaining thresh. There were more conquests to partake in. And after this world lay another...

Sharal 1
Five Days Later
Across the planet, the land was being consumed by rockcrete and metal as slave laborers worked unceasingly to prepare the planet for the Posleen. The horror stories spread by the survivors of Sharal 3 had shocked the planetary government into action. Four Battlegroups defended the space above the planet, and fourteen Legions defended the ground. One thing was for sure: when the Posleen got here, they would be in for the fight of their lives.

Port Royale, Torturous Chamber
June 23rd, 2887

The capital's citizens were stirring in anxiety. Strange atmospheric disturbances had been recorded, and no one knew what they meant. Scientists had been guessing for weeks, leaders had made statements, and expeditions had been sent up, none of which had returned. The military suspected an invasion from their old enemy, the Comorostan Legion, but they were busy in a war at the moment. Everyone was preparing for some sort of disaster, buying supplies, hoarding food, stockpiling arms, and more. No one knew what was coming, and no one would ever believe it if they did.

Chamberlain Space
June 23rd, 2887

The fleet of the Polseen stretched miles into space. There were so many cloaked ships there that the very matter shimmered. This was the 24th Task Force, a small part of the navy, with a small force of 80,000 Polseen troops, carried in everything from small transports captured from enemy nations to the huge dreadnoughts of the Polseen Navy that stretched the length of the fleet. They lay in wait, waiting for the signal to open fire with everything on the main planet of Torturous Chamber.

On the flagship Akal, a dreadnought, Fleet Admiral Ponadd got ready on his radio.

"Akal to fleet, Akal to fleet, open fire on planet, repeat, open fire on planet."

The huge phaser,laser, plasma, conventional, and antimatter shells flew down from the fleet, smashing through the thick atmosphere of Torturous Chamber. The men and women down there were not ready for what was coming. They did not know that the Polseen cometh.

Sharal 1
The Posleen arrived. Their massive fleet shot out of phase space and engaged the Legion ships. The Battlegroups inflicted massive casualties, but it was not enough. The Posleen broke through and began descending towards the planet.

Onboard the Battlecruiser Firestrike
The ship was badly damaged. The Posleen had caught them with their shields down for maintenance. Now 2/3 of the crew was dead. Captain Allean looked over at his XO. "We shall be remembered, my friend. Set the course." Now, as the ship was battered by lasers and kinetic strikes, it turned and went full-speed for the nearest concentration of Posleen ships. As it neared them, its fusion reactor core went critical. The resulting explosion was seen clearly by the naked eye on the planet, and took out 5 Posleen C-Decs. But it wasn't enough to stop them.

The fleet battle would continue to rage, but now the emphasis was on the land. Where over 37,000,000 Posleen faced off against just over 3,700,000 Legion troops. It was certainly going to be interesting.

Port Royale, Torturous Chamber

Screams of women and children echoed through the city as the first phaser shells crashed into the city. Most of the civilians were in fallout shelters, but many just didn't believe the people who thought the Polseen were coming. Those people were mercilessly pounded, and their bodies incinerated by subsequent salvos. The bombardment lasted for 3 hours, reducing every city in Torturous Chamber to a flat waste with a few outcroppings of stone. Just as the bombardment lifted in intensity, the sky was blackened by transports descending upon the surface, accompanied by close air support destroyers. A few batteries opened up on the fleet, but these were quickly silenced by the shellings from the support ships.

The 8,000,000 Polseen soldiers, with their 25,000 tanks, 12,000 artillery pieces, and other various machines disembarked from the transports. They immediately formed up and advanced on any high ground, civilian areas, or Chamberlain troop concentrations.

The 100,000 shellstruck defenders were awakening. This was going to be a nice little skirmish...

PFC Richard Michaels watched in horror as his sergeant's head exploded. 3mm railgun rounds tend to do that. No amount of helmeting will help much. The Federal Landser turned his PR-21 to the Posleen front. As the centaur-lizards (for that's what they resembled) swarmed towards the Alpha Company's position, from the 2nd Battalion, 11th Terran Line Infantry Division, he unleashed a hailstorm of superheated plasma. A few dozen dropped, but more swarmed foward. An M-31 Coyote tank behind him suffered a direct hit from a Posleen HVM, which punched through the medium tank's armor and annihilated the vehicle. Even as Michaels and his platoon mates attempted to pull out of their trenches the aliens were upon them, and the Private was lucky enough that he didn't feel a thing as one of the Posleen's mono-molecular blades removed his head from his shoulders. The ravenous swarms moved ahead, and soon the colony world of Ergone was utterly barren of its original inhabitants. Forty million Posleen eat like hummingbirds (constantly) and reproduce like rabbits (laying eggs constantly). And another forty million were turning their attention towards the rich Onnerian system.

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Marshals Marcus Camillius and Leopold Dreyse winced at the news of the loss of Ergone.

"Shit. Another one," Camillius said simply.
"What we need is Archenites."
"Or some of the Honorii."

A bit of explanation is necessary at this point: the Greater Galactic Confederation had been formed eight years earlier amongst the seven (now eight) recognized sentient and civilized galactic races: the Strokmis, Tuhl, and Gorr being the old "imperial" races (all being snub-nosed, semi-reptillian tripedal), and the old "federal" races being the Terrans (humans), Rascalions (humanoid lizards), Lupones (wolf-like semi-humanoids), and Machanorians (sentient androids, recognized as a seperate race) and the Honorii (another sentient race of sentient soldier robots, but not looking human, though humanoid). The Humans were divided into various sub-groups based on system of origin. Terrans are from Earth, Archenites are from the Archen system, settled largely by Germanic Terrans, and widely reputed as the best Human soldiers, Onnerians from the Onner system (very rigid class system), and Grimmeans (a breakaway group formed after the old Confederate defeat by the old Empire centuries before). In spite of not being, strictly speaking, alive (OOC: by ouor terms, as the Federal definition of being alive is the need to carry out life processes, and, an additional qualifier being sentience), the Honorii had been recognized as a seperate race since they suffered ghastly casualties (and began leading the war effort in their own right) to save the old Federation from extra-galactic invaders. A legion of Archenites or Honorii was the greatest threat to anything within Confederate territory.

So, to defend Onner, the 666th Honorian Shock Infantry Division, Archenite 141st Shock Armor Division, and Federal (mixed human) 777th Infantry Division were dispatched with the 11th Fleet, with the Star Dreadnoughts Kraken, Loki, and Cerberus.

The Posleen struck like a avalanche. The random landing pattern their ships used meant that they were concentrated around Kiron and Shykal, the two coastal cities. The civilians in these cities found themselves pressed into the Guard and tasked with defending their homes. The defenders, both regular and civilian, fought off the initial probing attacks. Then the main waves hit. The defenders ended up running out of ammunition before they ran out of targets. In three days Kiron was overrun, its defenders and inhabitants reduced to fodder for the Posleen hordes. Shykal held out longer. In fact, it was still holding out by the end of the first week. The globes that had landed in the countryside found no large stores of provisons. The Posleen there turned towards Tiramur, the planetary capital. This was the most heavily fortified of the cities, and had the largest number of defenders. Here would be the first large-scale battle of the war. 2,500,000 Posleen were inbound of Tiramur. The city was defended by 800,000 troops. They were sure to perish, but they would take a lot of Posleen with them.

occ: Can I be a MT planet getting invaded? Im never any good at FT.
Please? :}

OOC-go for it

occ: Hope I did it right :?
IC:
The planet Fredcii I, with its single moon, was divided into 3 nations, The Republic of Solace, Empire of the Sun, and the United Territories of Amikia.

Solace
The Republic of Solace was lead by President Roswell, and Vice President Kim Carter. Empire of The Sun was lead by Emperor Hiroshimaru, while the United Territories of Amikia were lead by a council of the 15 united territories.
The planet was experiancing a wave of relative peace, considering that The Empire of The Sun finished its war with Solace, and gaining another island chain off the coast of its mainland.

When the Posleen came out of hyperspace near the planet, President Roswell was called from his ranch in the southern part of Solace, were the weather was nice, and brought to Space Command center in Tanshu. (lets say florida)
He entered the building, and was lead by a skinny bald man in a white coat to a large room with expensive looking moniters and flashing lights.
Another man approached him, this one wearing the olivedrab uniform of Space Command.
After saluting, the man introduced himself as Chief O'rilley, and began to speak.
"Greetings sir, weve called you here becuse one of our satillites detected multiple objects appearing near the moon, they are of unkown orgin. We dont know if they are hostile, but weve intercepted some transmissions--"
"Can we speak to them?" Roswell asked, flabbergasted.
"If the aliens have evolved like us, then they are bound to be unfriendly. However, contact with an advanced intelligence would be the best possible thing to happen to the human race, even perhaps offering us a short cut in helping to solve our global problems. The matter of our reply - should we choose to make one - is already the subject of detailed international protocol."
"My *job* is international protocol. What course of action do you suggest we take?"
"Id suggest increasing the alert level, if they are hostile, then we need to be prepared. If they are friendly, then we have made the greatest discovery in the history of humanity."
"Ill take the safe option, contact Solace Aerospace Defense Command, we are going to Defcon 3."
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Empire of The Sun
Emperor Hiroshimaru was sitting in his garden, sipping some herbal tea when one of his aides interuppted him.
He bowed, before insisting that it was urgent for the Emperor to come with him to the Royal Palace.
The Emperor dispelled his aids concerns with a wave of his hand.
"Whatever it is, it can wait until I have finished my meditation."
"But sir, we have found--I dare say--Aliens!"
"Aliens?" The Emperor was troubled. For that would defy every aspect of his religion. He could not accept this.
"Very well, I will proceed with you to the palace, if just to dispell this alien nonsense..."
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United Territories of Amikia
The senate was just assembling in the Capitol Building,it was currently in the Amikia capital, its population larger then any other on the planet.
Yhe news of life beyond the stars had created a buzz of excitment within the assembly, and the rainy day outside failed to dampen the spirits of the senate members.
When everyone was seated, the discussions began.
"We must obviously consider them a threat!" Proclaimed Ex-General Logan, "In every event like this, of an advanced civilization coming into contact with a lesser civilization, it always ends in total destruction, or enslavement!"
"Nonsense!" Retorted noted Fred Cue, a cocky idealist. "They obviously reached the height of civilization due to massive social unity, and peace! War never brings progress!"
"Thats a myth for the young!" Senate member Roy Huce shouted, before the entire room erupted into arguements and accusations.
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Near Fredcii I's moon
The Posleen ships were only pausing in order to observe this new planet for a moment. Its civilization was much less advanced, and they would be helpless to defend themselves from orbital bombardment. Then the inevitable invasion.
With a sick sense of glee, they prepared to unleash hell upon the planet, and then the 7 million Posleen troops would wipe out what was left of the planet...

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5/3/1008 - In a random sector of space, on board the Insufferable Arrogance of the scrap yard class,.

Like many of its class, the Insufferable Arrogance doubled as both a super heavy cargo hauler, and flagship and ship of the line in battle situations, at the present moment it was nighter, with a cargo hold full of random and assorted goods, and accompanied by a “small” battle group, it was on a long distance trade and re-supply mission to all Combine outposts in this region of the universe, which was, long spread out and as usual highly profitable.

Lt. Mj Auditor Senmi Usmoni, tapped his fingers inaudibly on the handholds of his chair, reading through several routine reports from ships in various fleets, Fuel consumption and supplies were at estimated levels, or well above them actually. Only the cruiser “Corruptible Spear” had something less than normal to report, some of there tea supplies along with several cases of valuable crew cigar amenities were missing.

That would have to be investigated in due time of course, but for now he had business to attend to, after thumbing and signing the oblatory forms in triplicate and sending them off to processing, he stood from his seat, brushed imaginary crumbs from his uniform and orded the fleet to drop to normal space.

With a blinding flash of pure black! Which, due to the blackness of space wasn’t that blinding or visible at all, the “small” fleet, comprising of a paltry dozen or so capitals, and a few dozen screens, emerged from the closing portal, into a random system to which they would peddle there wares, slowly the drifted forth into the system, broadcasting a standard friendly meet and greet message on all channgles, from subspace radios, to ordinary short waves, to morse code the whole shebang.


Ooc: the system in question is the one that’s being invaded FYI :D either north defences or the other one.. probably north defences.

ooc: You mean North Defese or a Northern Defence?

The Posleen swarmed on the defenses of Tiramur. Endless waves of the aliens charged at the walls and bunkers surrounding the city. The garrison held. The Posleen died in the thousands, eventually reaching the point where any human army would have broken from sheer casualties. But the Posleen were not human. They kept on coming, the God Kings urging them on from their tenars. The Legionaries in the city fought back with everything they had, and then some. Artillery blasted holes in their lines, plasma and anti-matter annihilated them by the hundreds. After six days of bloody comabt, the Posleen stopped. The commander of the city's garrison made the mistaken impression they were withdrawing. Determined to "pursue their rear," he sent out a force of 250,000 Kasrkin and 250 tanks to give chase. It was going to prove a costly mistake.

defese.

ooc: Im not really fully uptodate on Posleen tactics or weapons, so if someone could RP the invasion into the planet and ill RP the counter-attack after that, then my losing.

OOC-I'll do it

IC-The Posleen ships landed on the various coasts, around the cities. The Posleen inside exited, formed up, and charged at the nearest city. They were armed with 3mm railguns, HVM (hyper-velocity missile) launchers, and shotguns. The God Kings rode in tenars, floating platforms armed with plasma guns and HVMs. The Posleen charged in waves, intent on losing as many as necessary to take the cities.

Sharal 1
The force sent out to pursue the supposedly retreating Posleen did fine, for the first half an hour. Then the Posleen, who had merely been reorganizing, charged at the column from the flanks. The tanks and infantry fought valiantly, as they fell back towards the city. They slaughtered the Posleen, but it wasn't enough. By the time the remnants of the force got within the city walls, it was down to 12,000 soldiers and 87 tanks. The other 238,000 men and 163 tanks were now simply a source of food and loot for the Posleen.

ooc: im waiting for someone to notice the large battlefleet of combine origin hanging above the planet.

OOC-The Posleen are pretty stupid, and all of their ships are on the ground. So the Posleen can't really see your ships.

IC-The disastrous counterattack was a hard blow to the Legion's morale. But it tought them a valuable lesson: when fighting Posleen, stay behind the walls.
Then Shykal fell. A Posleen C-Dec landed in the middle of the city and in less than a day it was barren of human life. The Legion was now down to three cities: the capital, the mountain city of Haven, and the city of Misek.

The huge guns of the Polseen space fleet were bombarding major population centers, but a new shield generator protected a small part of Port Royale, where the Chamberlain forces were located, save the Republican Guards. The Guardsmen were waiting in a cave to ambush the Polseen when they attacked the main concentration of Chamberlain troops.

5/3/1008 In orbit of a generic planet, under the threat of war.

The Insufferable Arrogance and its accompanying fleet, sat watching and waiting for a bit, when no message of contact came, nor even a hinting that they were noticed Senmi Usmoni, was feeling rather annoyed and ignored.

" Sir, we are detecting battles raging across the planet, the attackers vessels seem to be anchored at these key points here, here and here" A holographic representation of the planet, lit up the main veiw screen the position of the polseen ships highlighed clearly in a blinking black dot.

" Defenders are located presumably around here," the officer continued, pointing this time to a ratehr large area which was regiserting sensor blackouts " A sheild appears to be in place, and is blocking out scans, while we at the present moment are able to easily wipe out both sides I think it would be advantageous to assist the defenders, they may have spoils to offer." The officer ended his report to Senmi, and quickly ducked back into the unidentifyable masess of Combi.

"Hrm..." Senmi scratched his hairless chin, and wondered about his course of action, he was fully prepared and equipped for numerous planatary invasions not to mention full scale fleet to fleet engagements, " To err is to combi, to make a profit is to be godly!" he said, muttering a well known ancient proverb.

Staring at the map of the planet, and the location of his fleet summing up his options he began to order deployment of his forces.
"Send a shuttle team down to the defenders, dictate our terms and what we want, meanwhile I want advance bomber groups and fighters to go area and strafe main aggrivant positions, I want rapid elimination of there heavy armour and main infantry body, the fleet is to move in position above the attackers fleet, and began heavy bombardment, leave none alive."

The swirling maw of the Insufferable Arrogances hanger bays opened, and numberless thousands of fighter drones, and bomber craft decended in great hordes, streaming down to where the polseen would be concentrated the most, the fleet began to head to the region where the ships were located, lancer batteries and plasma cannons were ready, and preapred to glass a specific part of the planet.