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Great explosions blossomed like immense flowers of light as Sketchen missiles spiralled into the immense warmachines of Kaenei.

Flashes of bright blue tore through the rapidly descending pall of smoke as energy shields reacted and overloaded when faced with such sustained power. Screams of metal tearing and plascrete melting threw themselves across the ice fields, spewing chunks of armour to the freezing grounds.

Like snowballs from some twisted reality, the searing sections of armour tore through the ice, plunging deep into the subterrainian depths. Dozens of Guardians died needlessly, Some crushed beneath tonnes of molten slag, others torn to shreds by spinning fragments of Sketchen death.

Gravtanks were split open like overboiled eggs, their thickened armour proving little more than paper against the collossal energies being released by the Sketchen missiles.

One of the great warmachines rocked, its right arm missing completely above the elbow. A tangled mess of tubing, supports and energy conduits acted as a useless replacement for the lost limb. On the fields the blood oozing from the cooling bodies of Kaeneians killed in the missile strick froze, their progress from under the remains of the severed Titan extremity paused.

Another of the titanic creatures showed the wounds of battle proudly. Great tears and craters pockmarked its chest. The metallic sheen of a century old finish charred and blackened to ash by the ferocity of the impact.


Sorrounding the machines a circle of death. Of those too slow to react, or to stubborn to retreat to safer ground. Their internal organs lay freezing through the remains of their flesh.

And now, the response.

A great whirring, as the immense shoulder cannons of the warmachines aquired their targets, slowly and methodical. The ancient creations had not winced nor faltered as they came under the impact that had greviously damaged one of their number. But now, they could trace back the source of this devestating strike, and use the wrath of heaven itself.

Slowly, the massive weapon mounted on the titan that stood proudly between its brethern lowered. Its sophisticated targetting computer making the calculations needed to deliver maximum devestation.

The central titan reeled back as the shoulder cannon fired.

The beam of painfully bright light tore through the freshly frozen flooring of the sea, instantly melting through and disappearing into the darkened depths of the Europan ocean.

Guardians threw themselves to the ground as the land shook, the intense energy of the discharge angrily fighting against Europa itself.

The other two warmachines stepped forward. Servos motivating massive limbs of ancient metal into movement. Already their targets acquired, they also fired.

Twin beams of red reached outwards, towards the battling Sketchen forces. Their savage and vapourising caress sought only to touch the enemy, and bring them a painful and agonising death.

From the relative safety of his command Gravship, Commander Zdrilic observed the situation. His face a picture of grim determination. Turning from the sight of these giant death machines He leaned against the reinforced plasteel wall.

It would be done....

OOC: No, actually I don't see a need. One of the thing about 'stealth' units is that an opponent can take advantage of their supposedly stealthy advance if they can detect them. If I tried the same tactic with the stealth suits, I would expect them to be spanked if I didn't take precautions.

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I expect my units to be discovered eventually - hence "mysterious" occurances. And fighting in the midst of enemy lines, surrounded by foes, in a glorious final stand would add a nice flair I think.

Kaenei! Your melting the ground!!!! Bad Idea! :shock: We all gonna die!!

Will post IC later tonight........

Kaenei! Your melting the ground!!!! Bad Idea! :shock: We all gonna die!!

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I have a feeling that that is the point. Much of the Kaenian mechanized units are equipped with gravitics. Yes, a bunch of people would die, but antigrav pads work just as well over water as it does over ice.

Anyway, I have an idea of something I want to do. I am going to talk to my Triumvirate buddies about it, and I will get back to you.

No, my keyboard is still fux0r3d, I am using my computer at work.

More to come...

(Cough, sorry, have to Tag again)

Bump so I can find this thing again later.............................waiting for you Angelus.....

The shuttles and fighters rose away from Europa, pulling above the shield and splitting up as the fighters headed to their carriers.

Clinging to the side of a shuttle, Dean checked the intel on the Kaenei engagement. Then a transmission broke in.

"Major - new orders. Pull your troops back to the fleet. Orders have come in from Mars, and we are all heading home."

"Understood. Is the war over?"

"As far as we are concerned, yes. Time to go home..."

Within an hour most of the fleet was gone. Some carriers were finishing up retrieval missions, and downed aircrews had been recovered with the assistance of Sketchian forces. A prisoner exchange would take place the next day outside the shield.

{On the outer edges of the Sea of Thorns, engaging the Kaeneian forces}

Ancient seige machines, wrought of mysterious technology, lost in the mists of time, surge to life as Under the Sketchian assualt, suddenly finding a purpose. Great energies crackled as circuits connected and weapon systems engage. In a moment that lasted an eternity, the great beam weapons aboard the massive warmachines focused and spewed death. Great gouts of intense energies issued forth from the barrels, lancing through snow, ice, and metal, rending everything in its path to smoke and ash. Entire units were gone in a blink of an eye, whole positions vaporised. The submarines, the deliverers of the offending gesture which triggered the warmachines' wrath, suffered the most. With little warning, and caught absolutely unprepared, each sub was struck by energy beams of emense strength and intensity. One after another, each sucumbed to the inevitable fate of destruction as beam after beam shot out and pierced their hulls like a hot knife through butter. Great gouges were slashed through the surface of the land, exposing the cold, dark, unforgiving depths of the Sea of Thorns. A once stable battlefield was rendered into a deathtrap or all those still standing. The ground shook and rumbled as the tensions held so long in the ice gave way to great crags and new, jutting peaks. The fighting had taken a new, more dangerous turn. The homeground no longer favored the native, the land now took on a life of its own.....

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{Somewhere else in the Sea of Throns, engaging the Sunsetian forces}

On the Sunsetian front, Sketchian forces were deeply embroiled in the desperate fighting surrounding the shield breaches, hordes of enemies poured in from streams of shuttles, brave MI troops rallied to advance against the deeply entreached foe, bombers overhead delivering their pakages of death and destruction, the situation was indeed worse than expected. The shield technicians, unabled to restore functionality, continues to work feverishly, whilst more reinforcements were sent to the front to ensure that the lines hold.

Like a ripple from a stone thrown into the water, orders traveled through the ranks. As if noticing their surroundings for the first time since the battle had begun, troops peered into the distance, watching the Sunsetian forces slowly pull back from the front. The previously advancing army has begun to withdraw! Seeing the enemy retreat and eager to pursue, many a group leader called in to press foward, only to be denied. Word finally filtered down that a mutual cease fire was brokered with the Sunsetians during the intense fighting. Glad that the fighting had stopped, but yet disappointed that the invaders were to be allowed to leave, Sketchian forces maintained their positions and kept watch on the withdrawing enemy, ready for any change in intentions.

In the spirit of good faith and mutual respect, Sunsetian forces were allowed to collect their fallen comrades. Those who were captured and held captive would be treaty in accordance of inter[galactic/whatever] war policy.

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{The following statement was issued from the Sketchian propaganda minister}

The Sunsetians have seen the light. Their vision is no longer obscured by the dark veil of lies held by their allies. They no longer fight against us for no reason. They have chosen to leave in peace, and in peace they shall leave. It was unfortunate that we had to meet in arms, but now we depart on honorable terms. Praise be the Sunsetians for gaining such wisdom. It is our hope that others shall see the light as they have.

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Alright, I'm sure you want some damages Kaenei, and damages you shall have. Those subs that fired that missile barrage......yeah, their gone. Good job. Slicing up the battlefield, shooting up my troops, generally flashing/vaporising a good portion of my men........lets just say a third of what I started with is no longer around.

And for the Dread Lady, your still nibbling at my ass somewhere {on the Kaeneian front}, would you like to post some more actions? If not, then I will add damages from the initial clash latter.

Sunset, after a shoot out, knock 'em down brawl, I'd say a quarter of my forces are lost. That'll be roughly half a million ground troops plus several thousand assorted other armor/AS/stuff.

OOC: And darn it - you didn't advance into the center where I had a huge bomb waiting... Oh well. I'm not gonna post losses, as they are now irrelevant given the passage of time. Lets just say they were bloodied and battered, with the survivors gaining much experience in fighting a numerically superior foe.

OOC: Ah, here it is. I was looking for this thing.
[tag]maica tag

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Huge bomb huh? Good thing I decided to do the whole "good faith and honorable shit" bit, else I'd get my sorry ass nuked........that would certainly change the "almost cordial" relations huh?

So is everyone else generally pulling out or what?

Oh yeah, since there's plenty of battlefield debris and non-such, you don't mind me aquiring bits and pieces of your tech do you Sunset. Namely more advance power armor, and a jump start on this gravtech stuff; only for small scale items, like tanks, of course.

Same thing goes for anything anyone else left behind.......

The war raged on, and thousands died in the chaos of the purging flame. The allied forces were completely unprepared for the level of resistance on the ground, and slowly, irrevocably, were pushed back and the fires of their resiliance were slowly being quenched.

Far above the temptestuous battlefields, the allied starfleets waited in near-serenity, the awesome might of their deadly cannons silent, waiting. And though their leaders watched the carnage unfold beneath them, they still did not move forward with the last option of total annihilation.

Deep within Cspace, the Council of Thirteen sat and waited, the whisper of communication moving about them like a caporeal mist, the neverending flow of data filling them with life, purpose. Their Icons were all old men and women, regal in their age, their silver heads bent with age and the weight of over a thousand years of service to their people.

At last, it was time. As one, they sent out the last of the required orders, and once again, the mighty Angelic fleets began to move.

~*~

On the surface, Omicron Blu and her hand-picked squads of Strike Force Alpha fought with deadly ferocity, killing with a silent efficiency that was far beyond the expectations of their masters. Emotionless, even as they died, their faces were grim reminders to all that they fought merely to kill, not to survive.

The formation moved slowly across the ice, even when their forward momentum was lost, they shifted momentum to the right or left, the fast-moving battlejeeps flanking them and sending forth barriage after barriage of deadly fire and pain into the ranks of the enemy. Their heavy pulse cannons glowing red with the heat of a hundred thousand firings, their missile racks nearly empty... And the enemy died before them.

The mecha humans moved with a similar speed, fighting like ancient dhirvishes, dealing death alternately with blade and fist and gun. They moved with the speed and grace of fallen gods, their fists blasting holes through armored tanks, their swords and knives killing with near-reckless abandon.

And even as they fell, their bodies mangled by the undeniable force of bullet and laser, they slowly would rise from the ground, their twisted bodies no longer fed true life by their individual consciousness, but granted a grisly undeath by the machine that drives them all.

Though now dead, they fought on, slower and not nearly as effective, they fought on until enough of them were dead and surrounded to be worth their sacrifice... And when that ultimate goal had been achieved, they simply ceased to exist within the explosive result of their own personal sacrifice.

But even so, they were slowly being crushed by the relentless onslaught of overwhelming numbers. Even with their speed, efficiency, and calculated self-destruction, the SFA was slowly being whiped from all existance.

And they were not the only ones who were dying. All across the allied fronts, not a single unit could post acceptable losses. Even the massed power of the Sunset troops could not fully withstand the awesome might of the power arrayed against them. Bravely they fought, and bravely they died.

As was the same with the Kaenians. Screaming prayers to their Angelic God, the Guardians pushed forward into the ranks of the enemy. Even with their fanatical devotion to their God, they fought with a cool efficiency that nearly equalled the cool killing might of the MechaHumans.

But still they died.

However, even as their souls lifted from their bodies to enter into the celestial chorus, the Angels heard their prayers, and answered.

Like avenging angels, 15 Raptors dropped through the atmosphere towards the surface, their forward weapons arrays opening fire and raining sizzling streaks of death into the Sketchen forces. Even as they level out, the concentrated fire of the massive killing ships washes over the SKetchen forces in a wave of unending death.

Ice instantly vaporizes, and huge clouds of steam pour into the atmosphere. Whole platoons vanish beneath the suddenly-turbulent sea, and thousands are burned by the scalding heat of the rising steam.

And behind them, the dropships are falling from the sky to deliver their payloads of the Angelic fury. Ship after ship dropped their deadly cargos, and a huge sea of ghastly horrors begins to spread out on glowing gravdiscs across the melting ice. The horrific Fallen Razorbacks begin their assault, their shoulder cannons firing an endless barriage, their smaller pulse beams adding to the symphony of death already launched from the much larger cannons of the Raptors (though now silent) still floating above them.

~*~

The Falchion IIs had yet to finish their onslaught, and their ring turns its magnificent form to look down on the moon and its fragile shield. In a round, they begin their chorus of flame, brilliant streaks of green lancing through the shielding like it was not even there to burn sizzling streaks into the compounds surrounding the shield generators.

Generator after generator can only succumb to the awesome power of the Falchions, and inexorably, the shield flickers and dies.

As the shield fails, the resolve of the Sketchen forces begins to waver, and suddenly the tide on the battlefield begins to change. With the arrival of fresh Angelic troops, the allies begin to rally their tattered remnants, and begin to push once more towards the Sketchen capital.

More and more Angelic dropships begin to arrive, reinforcements from the WorldDisc arriving in vast waves to fall to the surface in unending torrents. Vast clouds of battledrones escape their hatches in the massive ships in orbit, and descend towards the surface, their engines already shifting to compensate for gravity and atmosphere.

Like locusts over a summer crop, they cover the battlefield in a dense cloud, millions of the things already begining to fire their weapons at the near defenseless Sketchen armies.

The battle becomes a slaughter...

Merciless and unrelentless, the overwhelming tide of Angelic drones, Kaenian Guardian, and Sunset soldier, creeps across the temptestous waters. Foot by foot, they slowly move forward, killing everything that stands in their way, leaving naught but blood, corpses, and burnt-out machinery to mark their passage.

Then the Fallen begin their gruesome refueling for their plasma turrets. Corpse after Sketchen corpse is ripped to shreds in the razored fangs of the terrible beasts, only to be converted into fuel within their twisted shells.

With growing swiftness, the Trium forces begin to pick up momentum, rolling across the emptiness towards Sketch Prime.

~*~

The war across the computer pathways is as intense. The subMainframe continues his relentless assault on the now-tiring techs working hard to keep him at bay. But now, a new assault begins, this one from a far greater source. Hundreds of tiny probes pierce the atmosphere, sending datapulses down to the ground, tapping into information conduits, and establishing connection after connection with the subMainframe.

And the Angelic Mainframe begins to work her magic. Adding her strength to that of Angelic Skies, the war for Sketch's computers ended in a single instant, with all of the non-military systems being snatched from the human's grasp like candy stolen from a toddler.

Above them, in Sketch Prime, the ravaging horde of battledrones continue to wreak havoc through the streets, bashing through doors into buildings, killing and destroying with a near-uncontrolled purpose. Thousands die, the screams of the innocents climbing to the blood-streaked heavens, and death spreads across Sketch Prime like a plague.

~*~

The war raged for barely a day after that. The Sketchen spirit broken by the horrifying prospect of complete obliteration, the Sketchen government offers peace.

Complete surrender is their only option, and many Sketchen leaders commit suicide rather than accept imprisonment by the Machines. A few, however, manage to escape. Piling into an expiramental starship, they launch into space and briefly fight their way through and hyperjump to parts unknown.

On the ground, the soldiers are all given a single choice by the occupying forces. Surrender or die. Thousands are killed by the merciless machine of Angelus, before the soldiers realize that that option is strictly enforced.

The Sketchen War Machine is turned to slag, mighty gun turrets laid to ruin, ships dismantled, weapons turned to ash. The power of the Sketchen government, which so long held absolute power over the Sketchen people, was gone, and all that appeared to remain of the once-mighty Sketchen armies was a vast killing field that extended for miles across the frozen ocean.

ooc:

The Dominion of Sketch
Received: 67 days ago

The basic plan:

1) Officially break off relations with ToY, should have gotten to that sooner.

2) Declare a "Jihad" against AI/EA/EI

3) RP the strategic relocation of assests to other puppets/friendly nations

4) Leaders leave once invasion becomes immemeint. Probably to my puppet "The Emmisary of Sketch"

5) ToY/you invade, destroy/takeover/occupy. "Hostile takeover" sounds like a good one. Great battle is waged, Sketch evetually folds.

6) Resistence from the old order is led by "The Emmisary of Sketch", using the relocated assets from earlier.

7) Eventually Sketch (main) will reform, becoming "acceptable."

Just a rough outline of where I think I want this to go. Any ideas are welcome. I agree that Genocide is very unpleasent, there is also no real viable way to represent that in NS.....other than to start over :/


Here is the enfamous "script", accepted by me 67 days ago.

I would like to point out that I followed this script, to the letter, in every one of my posts. I also refrained from a full orbital bombardment, though I did mention before any of this began that I would use some.

Also, I specifically wrote in an out for Sketch, as was mentioned in the script. He retains his leadership, and that particular space station (Megalith?) that was "not found" by Angelic research.

Now, why did I do this?

Because I was tired of listening to Sketch bitch and moan about how things were not going his way. I was tired of dragging this bullshit on any longer. It was inevitable from the beginning that Sketch was going to lose, so I simply hurried this piece of shit thread along.

I also asked all of the allies on my side if they wished to continue this, and not a single one of them wanted any more to do with this thread. We all have huge projects that have been pushed back for months because of this thing, and I'll not let this do this any more.

So. We have reached the end. The Sketchen military is now almost non-existant, and every weapon that could be found on Europa was destroyed. The Sketchen ships that did not escape were dismantled and destroyed, the soldiers that did not escape on those ships were killed or forced into retirement.

The government in Sketch is now run by Angelic Skies, and all of those horrible drones that were not killed were rerouted to maintenaince and repair.

Hundreds of thousands died on both sides, and the innocents killed roughly equals the innocents killed in the Sketchen attack on the WorldDisc.

I am considering this thread to be over and done with, and the menace that was Sketch is now lost to oblivion.

In the space arena, I lost 8 Fallen, 7 Excelsiors, 30 Raptors, and about 60 other big ships. I also lost an uncalculatable amount of fighters and battledrones.

On Europa, I lost eleven thousand MechaHumans, three thousand battlejeeps, 780 thousand GF battledrones, 326 thousand GF Battledrone Elite, 5780 Fallen Razorbacks, 4298 Fallen Whiplashes, and Omicron Blu's combat avatar was severely wounded.

Angelic Skies lost framework nodes F, G, H, and K due to the intense fighting over the comlinks, and of the nearly 1 million GF battledrones that attacked, 762 thousand were destroyed.

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One final note: That telegram is still in my inbox, where it has remained since I receieved it.

If you want a mod to go read it, I gladly invite a moderator to read the contents of my inbox to verify the validity of my post.

ooc: for the record - the MechaHumans Angelus wrote about were the Dominion (my) forces. Pretty much, I'm done - losses are as stated.

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One final note: That telegram is still in my inbox, where it has remained since I receieved it.

If you want a mod to go read it, I gladly invite a moderator to read the contents of my inbox to verify the validity of my post.

My response: Yes please. Please moderator, please check the contents of Angelus' TG box for this script. In fact, I want it to be one of the moderators that participated in this thread, any of them in fact, since they were all on your side. Moderators, please look and see, see the information that was with held until this moment. See the "script" that was decided on without your knowledge. Know that you were never informed of its existence until now.

Obviously you thought that because I agreed to lose that I would just lay down and die as soon as you invaded. Why do you think I agreed to an invasion thread in the first place? Because an invasion would be a costly and time consuming endeavor for the ENTIRE TRIUM OF YUT. After you refused to take damages to your vaunted WorldDisc, I had to find another way to occupy your time. The goal of this entire decable was to effectively remove the ToY influence from the NS theater for awhile. You can't exactly go and invade and engage other nations while your trying to "crush" me. Since you claim that I wasted your time, I guess I succeded.

I would like to pose a question for you. When exactly did you decide to enlighten the rest of your comrades to the existence of such a script? When were you planning to tell them the terms of the RP? When were you going to step foward and say that this was all preplanned? Lemme guess, sometime after they 1)destroyed my fleet, 2) ortillaried trhough my shields, 3) eliminated my ground forces via ortillary, and then finally 4) after you all declare victory of my leader's broken body. Good plan actually. Because you did follow the script to the letter. Actually, if you review the thread, I complained about your allies in my OOC posts, not you. There was one post in which I mentioned a complaint about you, the rest concerned all your allies. So tell me, when were you going to step in and let them know that this war was scripted?

As for my bitching and moaning about things not goin my way, I do believe that my complaints were limited to your ridiculous number and space wanking. But you know what, most of that was resolved - in your favor, since it was all of you against me in support of yourselves. And I'm pretty sure I have a valid argument for your EXTREME lack of damages. For example, the damages just posted - In the space arena, I lost 8 Fallen, 7 Excelsiors, 30 Raptors, and about 60 other big ships. I also lost an uncalculatable amount of fighters and battledrones.

On Europa, I lost eleven thousand MechaHumans, three thousand battlejeeps, 780 thousand GF battledrones, 326 thousand GF Battledrone Elite, 5780 Fallen Razorbacks, 4298 Fallen Whiplashes, and Omicron Blu's combat avatar was severely wounded.

Yes they look like nice impressive numbers, and anyone only reading this part would say "what are you complaining about?" What they don't know is that this is barely over 10% of your total force here. In exchange for all by ENTRENCHED DEFENSIVE forces. A 10% trade for 100%, I think thats a really good trade. 100 ships out of a taskforce that was in excess of a thousand. 11 thousand battledrones from a force of nearly a million. A mere 10 thousand razorbacks/whiplashes from a force of half a million. If you want to numberwank, I can numberwank with the best of them. For example, my armored core alone matched the number of razorback/whiplashes you had. I outnumbered your elite battledrones by at least five to one in troops. So yeah, you can go ahead and wipe out my ground forces, but I do think that these inferior humans would have done something more than just soil their powershorts as they died.

I think the fact of the matter is that, as a whole, none of the Trium members were willing to take much damage at all. Anyone would be able to recognize that in a defensive groundwar, I would be able to take on any two ToY members and win. Which is why you attacked me all at once. No problem. In the space arena I willingly gave up my entire fleet. Posting 10% damages to ONE attack, which wouldn't have actually worked if anyone bothered to investigate the physics aspect of it. And yet, my generosity was abused as soon as it came to the ground where I dominated. Apparently, having homeground advantage meant nothing. The old, out moded rules of defensive positions meant nothing. You, Angelus, especially, had decided that you could just fly arround unopposed on the surface of MY MOON. Zipping around destroying all sorts of "special" installations and what not. Because yes, a highly militarized, paranoid, schzophrenic, despotic government such as myself would have absolutely no defensive networks whatsoever....ANYWHERE.

I have held up my end of the bargin. I played into your hands at every turn of this RP. From the beginning to the end. Seriously, a planetary shield covering only one hemisphere of the moon. How stupid is that? Sending my fleet to galavant across space when you were obviously going to attack me at my home. Who would do that? "Losing" a section of shield so that enemy forces could land........pretty useless shields if they could only take that much abuse. Spreading my forces out all over Europa.....when the only place really worth your interest would be the main heart of the government. Allowing you, Angelus, to come directly into my city via underground means. Don't you think I would be at least slightly worried about seismic activity beneath my main population center? And the fact that I allowed your "mainframe" to exist at all. Because every highly militarized, paranoid, schzophrenic, despotic government would NOT do a thorough check on newly aquired territory.

So in conclusion, apparently you want me to ignore you. You have set up the situation in such a way that it is completely unacceptable. Your very post violates the most basic of rules set forth in the RP guidlines. Thus I have no choice. But of course, I think thats what you want. You wish not to interacxt with me anymore, so you have me ignore you. Since you are already a well "respected" RPer, you would have no problem finding plenty of people to RP with. Whereas the community barely knows me, and would most likely go on the word of a vetern RPer such as yourself. So congratulations, you win. You have maneuvered me into a trap that I cannot escape, checkmate, I concede my king to you. So please kindly add me to your list of officially ignored players, I see no need to maintain the pretense that you will ever RP with me again.

I thank you for the opportunity to RP with one such as yourself. Really, it has been an honor. To know that it doesn't matter what you do once you have tenure. Perhaps one day I will understand that it is not what you know, but who you know that matters. So I bid thee adieu. Farewell, and thanks for all the newfound knowledge.

ooc: Jeebus, man, get a grip already. Angelus lost nearly all their ground forces, out of 12k I've only 1000 left and was willing to have them all go - and made that quite clear. Kaenei suffered horribly from what it looked, and hell - from what the tg looks like this is how it was planned to end. I don't get it.

This is why I don't get involved in war threads. Every damned one of them ends up with fingerpointing, bitching on all sides, mass ignores, this wank and that wank and the list goes on. I'm beginning to think the only war possible that won't go all psycho is a carefully planned, step by step one between two players of similar tech levels - no allies, closed rp possibly with a moderator to watch over things and be involved in the planning.

Man, I'm fed up with the whole thing. Only reason I got involved at all was the loss of life on the WorldDisc - I had a ton o' folks up there that got toasted. We tend to not take such things lightly. I thought, given the folks involved, that this might be a good opportunity to get a feel for war rp - I was wrong. C'est la vie.

And as a final edited note - this wasn't the entire Trium against Sketch. This was some of the folks who were either affected by his cowardly attack in the Melkor War *winces as that mess gets brought up*, or felt a duty to assist those who were. You're painting a rather broad group of folks for your issues with a few.

Gripping, gripping, gripping, lost my grip again.

Let me state this now, since this appears to be the one case that all will harp on. I have NO PROBLEM with Kaenei, nor do I have a problem with you, Dread Lady. In fact, I think out of all of the people involved, you and Kaenei have been the only ones to have been reasonable, in fact, more than reasonable. And I'm not talking about your battledrones Lady Nathicana, I am talking about the million strong army that I let Angelus put into my capital. What happened to those hmmm? What I see is less than 15 thousand in losses in a force that numbered over a million strong. And we are talking about a total invasion force of a few million facing a defensive force of more than 10 million. The numbers don't lie, go check out the post for yourself, its all there.

Then again, maybe I just need to get a grip.

I await someone else to come by and point out the obvious flaws in my thinking.

Just so I make this clear as well, when I refer to the ToY in the context of this thread, I am only refering to those who participated in this debacle. So if you have felt insulted by my "scathing" remarks, don't be.

ooc: As usual, I can't hope to answer for anyone else. Still, I thank you for your kind words all the same. It was a bloody hard piece to follow, and as I stated elsewhere, my entire point of getting involved at all was to show the lengths my people would drive themselves to for revenge - pure rp reason and illustration there. I can't help but think it all got lost in the bickering and such. As a further note, I'm going to break my own rule and retcon just a tiny bit ... and say that no more than 100 of those mechahumans made it off. I sent them there to die, plain and simple, knowing they were going to be horribly outnumbered. Why else the built in explosives on death? I also can't have 1000 of the critters running amok, for reasons that will be made clear in later rp, so to Angelus, I apologize for not keeping more. Trust me, I have my reasons.

Right now, I'm too tired to go back and tally all the losses to see just who lost what, when and where. I've no idea anymore. It just seems that the whole thing got way out of whack somewhere along the line and emotions rather than reason took over.

A few minor points:

Yes, maps, even if mere pencil scratches on paper of very poor quality would have been helpful. Locations and such, though mentioned and described, I found to be rather vague. It might have helped clear up a few issues, and clarify potential targets.

Pre-agreed on tech and forces on both sides - again, I think this would have been helpful. Anyone who's ever played tabletop games can see the reason in this. I don't care if the sides are imbalanced, such things agreed upon beforehand would go a long ways in avoiding misunderstandings and feelings of 'you damned dirty cheater' later. As always, a knowledge of forces doesn't make a foregone conclusion - I never said deployment plans had to be given to each side. There's where the difference really becomes apparent -- tactics.

If there is to be a 'script' of sorts, well and good - all persons involved should have a copy and a clear understanding of just how it's supposed to go down, leaving plenty of room for rp and creativity. A meeting of all folks ahead of time, perhaps? A concurrently running ooc thread maybe, as I've seen done? Again, such things can only help avoid misunderstandings and bad feelings.

I'm sure there's more, but it's lunch time and my toddler is letting me know it. *smiles* Best of luck all.

Nathi out.

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As a neutral, and hitherto-uninvolved party who's only right to get involved is the fact I recently - upon extensive persuasion from Angelus - took Angelus off ignore, I have to say:

dictacting casualties and actions of another country that isn't simply part of an ignore is total godmodding. A script roughly suggested in a telegram is not an excuse for one player to dictate exactly what happens. Roleplays involve interacting with another person, not simply leaving because you want to go and invade Mars. Were it a story thread, ya - that's story threads. Were Sketch being utterly ridiculous and godmodding through the eyeballs - fine. Ignore him, assume he loses. As it is, both sides have been guilty of some things - Yut placing Sketch in space, Sketch placing Yut on the ground, no maps from Sketch, ridiculous gravimetric sensors from Yut ... but declaring like this is - well.

I'll just leave by saying it seems most unfair to Sketch, who has quite clearly put a lot of effort into this. And I think, were it not for the fact that Angelus is in the highly-influential Triumvirate, there would be more of a public outcry about this.

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I'll just leave by saying it seems most unfair to Sketch, who has quite clearly put a lot of effort into this. And I think, were it not for the fact that Angelus is in the highly-influential Triumvirate, there would be more of a public outcry about this.

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A lot of effort? A lot of bloody effort? How about all of the time spent planning these attacks, building up troops, and organizing that the Trium people put into it? How about the months or so where we had to write to amuse ourselves while Sketch ran about doing whatever it is he was doing?

Look, it was unfair, but it was decided way before hand that Sketch was gonna get his ass kicked. What, did you honestly think you would win?

I posted losses as an afterthought, and because I forgot to add the three-quarter million battledrones that were wasted in there, you are going to jump all down my throat? Also, it is not my fault that you purchased Europa without knowing any of its history. It was, however, my fault entirely that Europa wasn't Sephirus' to sell in the first place, and he sold it without telling you that Angelic Skies had been there all along.

This roleplay started out WONDERFULLY, but Sketch ruined it by taking forever and whining about every gods-be-damned thing that happened. You KNEW you were going to get stomped, so why the hell did it matter whether or not Menelmacar's missiles were +2 or +10? Who the hell cares how the computer systems were breached, it was going to happen regardless of how, and we knew all of this beforehand.

I followed the script we agreed on, and because I did not tell my trium buddies every single detail about it, you are going to assume that we tossed it out?

I told them this: Aerospace is easy, destroy everything. It will suck on the ground, but ultimately we will win. Terms of combat is the absense of ortillary, and leaving the Megalith option open for Sketch to rebuild.

For the record, I left everything as was planned, but instead of wasting another month of my RP time here slaving away on a thread that takes days to get anywhere, I simply ended it. I posted losses for myself, and RPed the losses for everyone envolved, not just Sketch and myself.

So, if you want to ignore me because I merely skipped a bunch of waste-of-time roleplay and posted the final result, then go right ahead. Roleplaying with you has been at best a headache, and at worst a complete and utter nightmare.

All in all, I wash my hands of this thread, I consider Sketch defeated, and his armies annhilated. Angelus will assume that somewhere out there, a tiny and nearly insignificant little group of tired old men hate them and wish them deleted. That is the path I plan on taking.

Whine, bitch, moan, I do not care. I followed the dictates of a conversation we had before this thread even started, and I followed every request you gave me, leading right up until the completion which we both knew was going to happen. I killed a dying roleplay because it had become a chore and a headache, and was no longer worth any entertainment value.

-angel.

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I'm not actually in the roleplay, and so can't win, I hasten to add. I would also like to point out that "rough outline" does not denote any permission to essentially run his country for him. If you could do that, what was to stop Sketch simply getting bored, saying "Oh. Look. I lose Europa, but blow it up destroying all of your stuff in orbit. Yay me, off to build at the Megalith." That also follows the script, but denies you the chance to react in a similar way. I suspect you would have felt most aggrieved had he done so. In essence, the fact that aggressor nations were "polled" and found to want to leave simply to run other threads doesn't give reason for such an action. An ignore would have been cleaner, or simply a departure. If every war was decided by committee, the regional UN invaders would have destroyed us long ago.

I'd just like to add one point: generally a script, as in a screenplay as would be appropriate here, involves multiple actors. If it's just one actor it's a monologue. None of the famous screen chemistries would have been possible alone - Boggart and Baccall, or Banderas and Hayek, take your era and take your poison. Actors following scripts don't dictate how each other acts, they simply take cues from the previous part of the script, interpret those cues and their own role in such a way as to strengthen and enrichen the script, and then let the next actor along play their part.

In Angelan terms, it's pretty hard to imagine William Shatner playing the part of his alien-squeeze-of-the-week because he was getting bored, isn't it? That's not his function. He exists to rip his shirt and jump into a sandpit and fight. Alien-squeeze-of-the-week exists to rip her shirt, and jump into Kirk's arms. The roles interact with each other, but neither can fill in for each other.

Anyway, for once that is all I have to say. *Leaves thread*

How about all of the time spent planning these attacks, building up troops, and organizing that the Trium people put into it?

Right, you obviously spent alot of time telling your buddies how much fun it was going to be stomping my ass into the ground. But how much time did you spend telling them how it was going to happen, according to this vaunted script you kept bringing up?

What, did you honestly think you would win?

I don't recall ever saying, assuming, or evening conveying the image that I would win. In fact, I do recall that I lost every single confrontation I had with any of the Trium forces. Lost quite soundly actually, with heavy losses and the such.

I posted losses as an afterthought

Nice to know that good role play is so foremost in your mind. Maybe I should return the favor and post your loses for you.

because I forgot to add the three-quarter million battledrones that were wasted in there, you are going to jump all down my throat?

I don't know about you, but 3/4 of a million is an awful lot of troops to simply "forget" about. Talk about troop accountability.

Also, it is not my fault that you purchased Europa without knowing any of its history.

No it is not, but also note that I allowed the original inhabitants to stay in order not to upset anyone's attachment to the region. If you would be so kind as to recall the conversations we had many months ago when I first discovered your existence.

This roleplay started out WONDERFULLY, but Sketch ruined it by taking forever and whining about every gods-be-damned thing that happened. You KNEW you were going to get stomped, so why the hell did it matter whether or not Menelmacar's missiles were +2 or +10? Who the hell cares how the computer systems were breached, it was going to happen regardless of how, and we knew all of this beforehand.

Yes, because making posts about how kickass your superior tech makes for "WONDERFUL" RP. So I knew I was gonna be stomped. I even agreed to it. That does not mean I agreed to bend over while you had your way with me. If had wanted that in the first place, why didn't you just post a one line victory, hmmmm? Since your time is obviously so valuable that you can't spend a few moments to actually describe what was happening. I knew my fleet was going to get destroyed, so why didn't I just announce its destruction as soon as you guys arrived on scene? I knew that you were gonna invade me and that I was gonna lose, so why didn't I just declare surrender as soon as you guys announced your intentions to invade? How about I just go and surrender to every June and July nation out there just incase they feel like invading me sometime in the future?

I followed the script we agreed on, and because I did not tell my trium buddies every single detail about it, you are going to assume that we tossed it out?

Obviously you forgot to tell them the most important part of the entire script - ITS EXISTENCE!

I told them this: Aerospace is easy, destroy everything. It will suck on the ground, but ultimately we will win. Terms of combat is the absense of ortillary, and leaving the Megalith option open for Sketch to rebuild.

Ooooo, sounds like a script there. Actually its sounds more like a cocky commander who had absolutely no idea what they were getting in to. In fact, I can point out half a dozen threads that started with a battle strategy just like that. And absence of ortillary, I seem to recall one of your "informed" allies announcing the ortillary strategy, with, if I may add, nary a peep out of you to remind him of what you "told" him "earlier."

For the record, I left everything as was planned, but instead of wasting another month of my RP time here slaving away on a thread that takes days to get anywhere, I simply ended it. I posted losses for myself, and RPed the losses for everyone envolved, not just Sketch and myself.

So, if you want to ignore me because I merely skipped a bunch of waste-of-time roleplay and posted the final result, then go right ahead. Roleplaying with you has been at best a headache, and at worst a complete and utter nightmare.

Several things wrong with that one: If a RP was a waste of your time, you can always pull out. You seem to think that everything must operate on your time schedule. I remember spending several posts trying to get your attention and trying to get you to correct continuity errors ecause you couldn't bother to even read up on the locations of your allies. Posting damages for everyone else because of your own impatience is an extreme insult to everyone involved. I see that the last few posts have involved you saying you had something you "wanted to try", which you never did anything with - unless of course, this was it. I'm ignoring you because you took the RP rulebook and shat in it and then proceeded to tell me that I was a bad RPer.

All in all, I wash my hands of this thread, I consider Sketch defeated, and his armies annhilated. Angelus will assume that somewhere out there, a tiny and nearly insignificant little group of tired old men hate them and wish them deleted. That is the path I plan on taking.

Whine, bitch, moan, I do not care. I followed the dictates of a conversation we had before this thread even started, and I followed every request you gave me, leading right up until the completion which we both knew was going to happen. I killed a dying roleplay because it had become a chore and a headache, and was no longer worth any entertainment value.

Boohoo, I feel for you, I really do.........NOT You want a bitch and moan fest? I can dish out better than you can ever imagine, and I'm a guy. Why don't you get off your high and mighty horse for a while and smell the roses like the rest of us mortals? Maybe you'll get a chance to step in some of the shit you've been leaving around.

This has become a flamefest of great proportions. All of you back off and cool down. This thread has obviously come to a close, so I have no problem turning the key on it.

-KtM