OOC: Neither the Radiant Dawn nor the Sentinel are crippled as stated in your post: both are at very low HP (as my last post indicated), but are still able to perform their duties until squished, according to the wiki. Further, since you didn't distribute the bleedover from the firepower directed at the first KyoAni (3.4. accounting for your point-defense), I am going to RP it as having been directed at one of the Lees. Obviously, this ship won't be able to help your main task force, since the fire RPed towards it was fired last round alongside the guns aimed at the KyoAni.
==Edge of Union Space==
==Haruhiist-Union Skirmish Site 1==
Even as the enemy scout force reprised the attack by Ferguson's task force, the Vice Admiral ordered the individual retreat of the badly-damaged Radiant Dawn and Sentinel: both ships were nearly crippled and of little use in the battle that was unfolding. Though Kyznetsov somewhat resented being told to leave while the task force engaged the enemy, he knew it was better that his ship and the Sentinel survive to make it to the edge of the interdiction fields and depart than to waste their lives and ships. Kyznetsov followed his superior's order with a curt affirmative, his own ship and the Sentinel each turning to flee through Ferguson's formation, firing back at boarding craft with their point-defense autocannon and lasers and positioning themselves so that the task force's main body could do the same.
Vice Admiral Ferguson was as emotionless and professional as ever, even as the enemy battleship captain screamed at him about her apparent goddess. The posthuman ordered his sensors/comms officer to open a wideband channel to all ships present, then spoke in his human voice for the first time in what seemed like ages.
"There are no gods, only men," he opined calmly as the enemy scout force engaged his own forces with desperate fire, their advanced weapons causing shields to flare brilliant white and battering hulls where they penetrated. He said nothing at all as the enemy commander yelled a defiant last call and fired what would be her ship's final attack: the heavy railcannon slug that obliterated the enemy ship's bridge a millisecond later did all the talking Ferguson thought was necessary. Seeming almost sheepish in the face of such a decisive final blow, light point-defense cannons came to life to claw at those escape pods they could hit.
As the enemy battleship came apart and point-defense weapons took potshots at escape pods, what was left of the main barrage aimed at it sought a new target, a target of opportunity: one of the enemy destroyers trying to hold off the Humanist Union's own destroyers. Railcannon that had been loaded and charged to fire on the battleship adjusted themselves to fire instead at the hapless enemy destroyer as missiles changed in mid-flight and autocannons spat streams of glowing slugs.
As if fate itself had conspired to spit in Vice Admiral Ferguson's face, it was just as the enemy battleship came apart and the bleed-off was flung at the enemy destroyer that the enemy reinforcements appeared: six destroyers, a pair of cruisers, another battleship of the same class destroyed, and worst of all: a dreadnought. With one enemy battleship and one destroyer accounted for, this left the seemingly-emotionless Vice Admiral facing odds even the best men would not like to see: nine destroyers, four cruisers, and of course a battleship and dreadnought.
If the Vice Admiral or any of his fellow commanders were taken aback, however, it didn't show. Acting quickly, Ferguson designated a target, the sister ship to the vessel New London had decapitated. Once again, the flanks of each ship in the fleet blossomed with plasma and bursts of flame as missiles, railgun rounds, cruise missiles, and autocannon slugs hurled themselves at the enemy ship the Vice Admiral directed them at. Even the badly-damaged Radiant Dawn and Sentinel joined in, their already greatly reduced effectiveness hampered further by their retreat. Though the volume of firepower was tremendous, Vice Admiral Ferguson seriously doubted if he would down this second battleship so quickly: his forces had been maimed slightly already, and now the body of the enemy forces would weigh in.
For all the expediency the Union ships showed, the Haruhiist ships matched it with fury: coilguns, warheads, and even one of the enemy's powerful heavy energy cannons raked out. All things considered, it was the battlecruiser New London that fared probably fared best: heavy ECM cover from the seven able 121-class present allowed it to stave off at least some ordinance that would have otherwise gouged its way into the hull of the black-hulled warship. The task force's heavy cruisers and cruisers did not benefit from the same cover, but nevertheless managed to whether the storm of enemy firepower, their shields flaring and eventually failing in places as they futilely tried to prevent enemy missiles and slugs from passing through. The destroyers did not fare as well. One of the 121-class destroyers, which had survived unscathed up until this point, was suddenly and violently turned into a twisted, dying wreck, its arrow-like hull ripped open from bow to stern by dreadnought fire. Another pristine 121-class also found itself facing the enemy's wrath: when the primary and secondary explosions finally abated, it was clear that the ship was barely managing to hold together with a sudden flash from within the hull, this destroyer came apart as well. The last pristine 121-class took a smattering of damage as well, its shields failing to completely repel the enemy dreadnought's ordinance. The Haruhiists had extracted some measure of revenge for the defensive ECM cover provided by the tiny ships.
Damage Report
Reprisal Fire from Haruhiist Scouts
Haruhiist Forces
Damage Output: 12 (unadjusted) 10.25 (adjusted for D present at time of return fire)
Damage Received: 21.6 (unadjusted) 20.6 (adjusted; 17.2 spent killing damaged KyoAni, 3.4 spent killing scout force Lee, 1 neutralized by your D present at time of exchange)
Remaining Ships: 2 Hirano, 3 Lees
Remaining Ship HP: Max
Ships Lost: 1 KyoAni, 1 Lee
Union Forces
Damage Output: 21.6 (unadjusted) 20.6 (adjusted)
Damage Received: 12 (unadjusted) 10.25 (adjusted for D present at time of return fire)
Remaining Ships: 1 Cheetah, 2 Broadsword, 4 Stiletto, 8 Wolf
Remaining Ship HP: New London - 17.35 Broadsword(x2) - 10.8 Stiletto(x2) - 10 Wolf(x3) - 4 Wolf(x4) - 3.2 Radiant Dawn - 1.2 Sentinel - 2.05
Ships Lost: none
Notes: This data categorizes the effects of your return fire from the last round of combat. Better to put it here than in an old post. Recall that the KyoAni destroyed in this exchange had been damaged previously when the scouts attacked the Radiant Dawn and Sentinel.
Engagement Between Haruhiist Forces and Union Task Force
Haruhiist Forces
Damage Output: 28.8 (unadjusted) 27.05 (adjusted for D present at time of fire)
Damage Received: 19.875 (unadjusted) 17.625 (adjusted for D present at time of fire; all of it directed at KyoAni present)
Remaining Ships: 1 Hare Hare, 1 KyoAni, 4 Hiranos, 9 Lees
Remaining Ship HP: KyoAni - 2.375 Rest - Max
Ships Lost: none
Union Forces
Damage Output: 19.875 (unadjusted) 17.625 (adjusted for D present at time of fire)
Damage Received: 28.8 (unadjusted) 27.05 (adjusted for D present at time of fire, all of it protecting New London)
Remaining Ships: 1 Cheetah, 2 Broadsword, 4 Stiletto, 7 Wolf
Remaining Ship HP: New London - 14.7 Broadsword(x2) - 6.4 Stiletto(x3) - 7.6 Wolf - 3.6 Wolf(x4) - 3.2 Radiant Dawn - 1.2 Sentinel - 2.05
Ships Destroyed: 2 Wolf
Notes: Ship HP for Haruhiist forces is projected based upon the assumption that you decide that all fire hit the target ship. Unless otherwise noted, damage has been divided as it was seemingly RPed: for example, the 9 Lees attacking the "remaining" Stilettos (I assume this excludes the Radiant Dawn) have been assumed to have divided their fire three ways. The Sentinel and Radiant Dawn are retreating: 6 combat turns until warp.
STGOD 2008 MAIN THREAD!
(no more combat this turn, letting the scout fleet go, sending my forces to group up and give chase)
Near Scout Fleet Two
Deep Space
“Zounds! They turn and flee!” The small smoke curl of light spins itself up into a ball, bouncing in space with aggravation. “And we had just gotten here!”
“Verily,” the other small, purplish glittering ring of murk. “This is an intolerable inconvenience of geometry! We’ll most certainly need be after them.”
“It’s too early,” the first notes, transforming into a small constellation of small glowing orbs. “We need materials, not enemy reinforcements. Call up the guard!”
A third whorl moved to a derelict and disappeared, spreading out into a dissipating puff. A moment later the ship came to full life, all lights—original and xeno additions—coming to full power, and the ship begins to wheel around, its engines sputtering as gravity drags it along towards the center. The two lights move and disappear into the hulk as well.
Soon the entire gas cloud begins to fade, crackling angrily as it starts to fade out of existence, along with it’s derelict escorts… escaped back to Hyperspace, seeking allies and signaling ahead to Quaros the unfortunately, and unexpected, departure of this mid-morning arrival.
Quaros
The clouds around the Quaros Anomoly swirl and divide again, ships disappearing into another vanishing gas cloud to join the ghosts that chase towards Aegis. This new “Aegis Graveyard” merged, swirls, exchanges ghostly handshakes, and glowers in space for a moment before—as silently as they came—disappearing back into space, and falling into Hyperspace, and off towards Aegis Sector as well, chasing the small ships that are just out of reach even still!
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The Aegis Graveyard
enroute to Aegis Sector
7 Military Derelicts (50)
2 Interdiction Matrixes (50)
19 Xenotech Weapon Platforms (20)
3 Xenotech Pickets (25) – cloaked but visible to the fleeing fleet’s sensors, probably
4 Civilian Derelicts (15)
125 Debris Clusters (3)
undefined cloaked vessels
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Near Scout Fleet Two
Deep Space
“Zounds! They turn and flee!” The small smoke curl of light spins itself up into a ball, bouncing in space with aggravation. “And we had just gotten here!”
“Verily,” the other small, purplish glittering ring of murk. “This is an intolerable inconvenience of geometry! We’ll most certainly need be after them.”
“It’s too early,” the first notes, transforming into a small constellation of small glowing orbs. “We need materials, not enemy reinforcements. Call up the guard!”
A third whorl moved to a derelict and disappeared, spreading out into a dissipating puff. A moment later the ship came to full life, all lights—original and xeno additions—coming to full power, and the ship begins to wheel around, its engines sputtering as gravity drags it along towards the center. The two lights move and disappear into the hulk as well.
Soon the entire gas cloud begins to fade, crackling angrily as it starts to fade out of existence, along with it’s derelict escorts… escaped back to Hyperspace, seeking allies and signaling ahead to Quaros the unfortunately, and unexpected, departure of this mid-morning arrival.
Quaros
The clouds around the Quaros Anomoly swirl and divide again, ships disappearing into another vanishing gas cloud to join the ghosts that chase towards Aegis. This new “Aegis Graveyard” merged, swirls, exchanges ghostly handshakes, and glowers in space for a moment before—as silently as they came—disappearing back into space, and falling into Hyperspace, and off towards Aegis Sector as well, chasing the small ships that are just out of reach even still!
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The Aegis Graveyard
enroute to Aegis Sector
7 Military Derelicts (50)
2 Interdiction Matrixes (50)
19 Xenotech Weapon Platforms (20)
3 Xenotech Pickets (25) – cloaked but visible to the fleeing fleet’s sensors, probably
4 Civilian Derelicts (15)
125 Debris Clusters (3)
undefined cloaked vessels
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Haruhiist dreadnought Hare Hare Yukai
Edge of Humanist Union space (Haruhiist-Union Skirmish Site 1)
Day 2, Week 1, Turn 1
"Admiral, the Bandai is going to fall as well unless we do something fast!" Fleet Admiral Ito's executive officer, Commodore Marjorie Dawson, called out. "We cannot afford to lose another KyoAni!"
"Order the Lees to begin screening operations for the Bandai!" Fleet Admiral Ito replied. "I'll focus fire on the 340! Prepare the dual Mikuru Beams!"
As the Lees sallied forth to protect the Bandai from further attack, the Hare Hare Yukai directed its wrath towards the New London, focusing as many weapons as possible onto the detested battlecruiser. Even with the surviving Wolves providing defensive cover for the New London, much of the Yukai's ordinance managed to hit the target; the nukes and coilgun slugs that had managed to bypass the shields and point defense batteries smashed into the enemy ship, obliterating anything and everything they made contact with.
Meanwhile, the nine Lee destroyers took up positions around the Bandai and activated their defensive arrays; soon, railgun rounds started impacting against their shields as enemy missile guidance systems went awry due to signal interference. They did not sit idly as the Union ships pounded on them, however; their combined offensive firepower was divided evenly between the New London and the twin Broadswords in an attempt to aid the Yukai and the four Hiranos against them.
"Admiral, the Mikuru Beams have been prepared," a weapons operator chimed in. "You may fire when ready."
"Fire."
The dreadnought's twin antimatter guns flared to life, discharging their rays of death towards the New London. Fleet Admiral Ito and Commodore Dawson both watched with great relish, awaiting the inevitable matter-antimatter reaction that would (hopefully) erase their nemesis from existence.
Edge of Humanist Union space (Haruhiist-Union Skirmish Site 1)
Day 2, Week 1, Turn 1
"Admiral, the Bandai is going to fall as well unless we do something fast!" Fleet Admiral Ito's executive officer, Commodore Marjorie Dawson, called out. "We cannot afford to lose another KyoAni!"
"Order the Lees to begin screening operations for the Bandai!" Fleet Admiral Ito replied. "I'll focus fire on the 340! Prepare the dual Mikuru Beams!"
As the Lees sallied forth to protect the Bandai from further attack, the Hare Hare Yukai directed its wrath towards the New London, focusing as many weapons as possible onto the detested battlecruiser. Even with the surviving Wolves providing defensive cover for the New London, much of the Yukai's ordinance managed to hit the target; the nukes and coilgun slugs that had managed to bypass the shields and point defense batteries smashed into the enemy ship, obliterating anything and everything they made contact with.
Meanwhile, the nine Lee destroyers took up positions around the Bandai and activated their defensive arrays; soon, railgun rounds started impacting against their shields as enemy missile guidance systems went awry due to signal interference. They did not sit idly as the Union ships pounded on them, however; their combined offensive firepower was divided evenly between the New London and the twin Broadswords in an attempt to aid the Yukai and the four Hiranos against them.
"Admiral, the Mikuru Beams have been prepared," a weapons operator chimed in. "You may fire when ready."
"Fire."
The dreadnought's twin antimatter guns flared to life, discharging their rays of death towards the New London. Fleet Admiral Ito and Commodore Dawson both watched with great relish, awaiting the inevitable matter-antimatter reaction that would (hopefully) erase their nemesis from existence.
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Stofsk: What are you, his mother?
The Yosemite Bear: Obviously, which means that he's grounded, and that she needs to go back to sucking Mr. Coffee's cock.
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The Megadeth
Just outside Syndicalist Space
Day 2, Week 1, Turn 1
Still smiling, but in a more sinister fashion, Taavi says, "Well then Andre, I think we may just have a deal. I will have to forward this to the Ruck Tsar, but I am fairly certain he will see this as advantageous."
Frowning slightly, he then adds, "Of course, do not think that we will trust you anymore than you will trust us. No matter how much you spin our activities over the generations as being a 'consequence of the oppressors on Earth' there are many in your territory that will still hate us. I expect you suspect that the ships that came here yesterday are no longer... shall we say intact? While I doubt you will believe me, we only intended to capture them and then turn them over to you should something 'diplomatic' like this occur as a show that we are not barbarians. The crews on the other hand decided that detonating their warheads and committing mass suicide was preferable to capture."
Waving a hand dismissively at the various trophies adorning the walls, Taavi says, "Massacres against those who have surrendered are distateful to us, there is no honour there. We only kill those who resist, and we only messily torture those who annoy us by doing things like taking pregnant women hostage and trying to use our religious beliefs and taboos against us. That calls for the cutting of a blood eagle at the earliest opportunity, at the very least."
Pulling out a single piece of paper and pushing it across the siege lines across the desk, Taavi says, "As a show of goodwill, we will return the survivors from one of the ships as it only broke up instead of disintegrating like the other two. If you'll sign at the bottom there as an official representative of the Internationale we can complete the paperwork of the turn over. I can assure you that while they have been heavily interrogated, no physical harm has come to them and they have been treated according to the Imperial Laws of Warfare, rather generous considering we were never part of those rules, don't you think?"
Just outside Syndicalist Space
Day 2, Week 1, Turn 1
Still smiling, but in a more sinister fashion, Taavi says, "Well then Andre, I think we may just have a deal. I will have to forward this to the Ruck Tsar, but I am fairly certain he will see this as advantageous."
Frowning slightly, he then adds, "Of course, do not think that we will trust you anymore than you will trust us. No matter how much you spin our activities over the generations as being a 'consequence of the oppressors on Earth' there are many in your territory that will still hate us. I expect you suspect that the ships that came here yesterday are no longer... shall we say intact? While I doubt you will believe me, we only intended to capture them and then turn them over to you should something 'diplomatic' like this occur as a show that we are not barbarians. The crews on the other hand decided that detonating their warheads and committing mass suicide was preferable to capture."
Waving a hand dismissively at the various trophies adorning the walls, Taavi says, "Massacres against those who have surrendered are distateful to us, there is no honour there. We only kill those who resist, and we only messily torture those who annoy us by doing things like taking pregnant women hostage and trying to use our religious beliefs and taboos against us. That calls for the cutting of a blood eagle at the earliest opportunity, at the very least."
Pulling out a single piece of paper and pushing it across the siege lines across the desk, Taavi says, "As a show of goodwill, we will return the survivors from one of the ships as it only broke up instead of disintegrating like the other two. If you'll sign at the bottom there as an official representative of the Internationale we can complete the paperwork of the turn over. I can assure you that while they have been heavily interrogated, no physical harm has come to them and they have been treated according to the Imperial Laws of Warfare, rather generous considering we were never part of those rules, don't you think?"
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========== Central Makay Capital=========
==========Diplomatic Gathering=========
The Imposing Kushawni Tradeship hung in high orbit over the Capital City, flanked but it's Destroyer escorts as it's memebrs met with those of Makay. That they did not see much of the citizines of the city or much of the normal populace in general didn't weigh heavily on thier minds, they where there to talk poltics pure and simple. Yet nothing is ever simple...
A few hours into the intial negotiations of new trade pacs between the two fiercly independent Provinces, alarmas rang out on the Destroyers in orbit.
"Warships?? What do you mean Warships, aside form us, there is not supposed to be any other forces in this area of Makay space."
"I know so, but the Hyperspace pings are confirmed, a detachment of BETAC Warships have broached the futherist most borders of the Makay Province."
Within moments Captain Epson was on secure conferance with the other Destroyer Captain as well as the Central Computer/Pilot of the Tradeship. Thier crew watched in curious as the three conveined in secret.
*Could BETAC possibly be making a play on Makay? Wishing to expand thier frontier?
@BETAC was to be part of the CityMinds next great plans for this Sector, His calulations thus far have not anticapated any sort of overtly hostile actions like this
%And yet, if the comms intercepted from our BusterMachines are to be believed, Open Warfare is exactly what they are threatening...
*The latest report has a pretext of some sort of Xeno Incursion upon the Makay people, yet, if this was true, a hostile approach like this is certainly not the way to take care of such things
@Agreed, we are members of the Imperium, yet the Imperium is no more, Makay and Kushawni are Provincial brothers, It goes against my Mind to act without the wishes of the GreatCitymind, yet we do not have such time in this instance, if BETAC wishes to make a move upon Makay, they shall deal with us as well
*%Agreed
The secure link between the three was savored as Captain Epson oppened his eyes.
"Helmsmen! Fall in line with Eddsion the Tradeship and Twain abored the Destroyer Furious Something unpleasent may be on the cusp of transpering and we are going to do all we can to avoid that...
"AyeAye"
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ADDENDUM
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The three ships together pulled in close prepared to make a shot jump to the position of the BETAC ships. Thier long range sensors told them things were alread getting hot, if things detoriated, thier would be little thier meager forces could do to hold back the ships of the BETAC.
But the Kushawni would not let them trample upon the proud people of Makay, even at the cost of thier own ships. In a blinding flash, the Furious, Tankonic and Eddison leapt into Hyperspace.
On the other end of thier jump coordinates, two Immense Machines laid in Stealth, Watching events unfold and evesdropping on communications until thier forces met up with them.
==========Diplomatic Gathering=========
The Imposing Kushawni Tradeship hung in high orbit over the Capital City, flanked but it's Destroyer escorts as it's memebrs met with those of Makay. That they did not see much of the citizines of the city or much of the normal populace in general didn't weigh heavily on thier minds, they where there to talk poltics pure and simple. Yet nothing is ever simple...
A few hours into the intial negotiations of new trade pacs between the two fiercly independent Provinces, alarmas rang out on the Destroyers in orbit.
"Warships?? What do you mean Warships, aside form us, there is not supposed to be any other forces in this area of Makay space."
"I know so, but the Hyperspace pings are confirmed, a detachment of BETAC Warships have broached the futherist most borders of the Makay Province."
Within moments Captain Epson was on secure conferance with the other Destroyer Captain as well as the Central Computer/Pilot of the Tradeship. Thier crew watched in curious as the three conveined in secret.
*Could BETAC possibly be making a play on Makay? Wishing to expand thier frontier?
@BETAC was to be part of the CityMinds next great plans for this Sector, His calulations thus far have not anticapated any sort of overtly hostile actions like this
%And yet, if the comms intercepted from our BusterMachines are to be believed, Open Warfare is exactly what they are threatening...
*The latest report has a pretext of some sort of Xeno Incursion upon the Makay people, yet, if this was true, a hostile approach like this is certainly not the way to take care of such things
@Agreed, we are members of the Imperium, yet the Imperium is no more, Makay and Kushawni are Provincial brothers, It goes against my Mind to act without the wishes of the GreatCitymind, yet we do not have such time in this instance, if BETAC wishes to make a move upon Makay, they shall deal with us as well
*%Agreed
The secure link between the three was savored as Captain Epson oppened his eyes.
"Helmsmen! Fall in line with Eddsion the Tradeship and Twain abored the Destroyer Furious Something unpleasent may be on the cusp of transpering and we are going to do all we can to avoid that...
"AyeAye"
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ADDENDUM
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The three ships together pulled in close prepared to make a shot jump to the position of the BETAC ships. Thier long range sensors told them things were alread getting hot, if things detoriated, thier would be little thier meager forces could do to hold back the ships of the BETAC.
But the Kushawni would not let them trample upon the proud people of Makay, even at the cost of thier own ships. In a blinding flash, the Furious, Tankonic and Eddison leapt into Hyperspace.
On the other end of thier jump coordinates, two Immense Machines laid in Stealth, Watching events unfold and evesdropping on communications until thier forces met up with them.
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The Megadeth
Just outside Syndicalist Space
Day 2, Week 1, Turn 1
"Oh, yes. Positively humanitarian of you. I'm sure their families will be delighted. In any case, I'm sure we'll be able to spin your gesture of goodwill on the news-networks. Don't be concerned about certain less enlightened segments of society; Kaldigrad is nothing if not adept at keeping order within the borders of the revolution." Andre gathered up his papers and his briefcase, closing the lid with a snap. "This has been a surprisingly productive meeting, Taavi. I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful relationship."
The small Syndicalist bowed his head briefly, and made for the door. It was going to be a very interesting debriefing.
Just outside Syndicalist Space
Day 2, Week 1, Turn 1
"Oh, yes. Positively humanitarian of you. I'm sure their families will be delighted. In any case, I'm sure we'll be able to spin your gesture of goodwill on the news-networks. Don't be concerned about certain less enlightened segments of society; Kaldigrad is nothing if not adept at keeping order within the borders of the revolution." Andre gathered up his papers and his briefcase, closing the lid with a snap. "This has been a surprisingly productive meeting, Taavi. I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful relationship."
The small Syndicalist bowed his head briefly, and made for the door. It was going to be a very interesting debriefing.
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Beta Aquilae System
Docked within Space Station Gargantua-1
Captain Neil Bourne shook his head, looking out of the high-speed tube car dashing through the bowels of Gargantua-1. He pounded a gloved fist into his other hand, turning in thought.
"I can't believe this. They sent Kaplan with the First Expeditionary?" came his smoothly tenored voice, the dashingly brown-haired man's exquisitely shaped chin almost bulging.
Captain Alexis Anasan folded her arms, smiling as she closed her eyes. Dark hair floated in zero-G, numerous braids held in place by small station-keeping thrusters in the rings wrapped around the ends.
"Stop overreacting. You and Thunderer already earned your Order of Gallant Valour. Let him have a chance." she replies, darkly shadowed eyes crossing to him.
"I know, I know." Bourne says, turning. "But Fourth Fleet was closer! Why did Admiral Kearns send Kaplan and the First, instead of contacting Commodore Hamal?" he asks. The tube capsule slowed, firing it's own retros as the sight of the fleet docks loomed over the transparent ceiling.
"Ah. My stop." Bourne grins, twisting his clear plastic helmet on.
Anason turned around. "Wait, Neil." she said expressionlessly. "Your patrol with Thunderer's task group... It isn't near to the Makay Sector, is it?" she asks, moving to put both hands at her hips. "If Kaplan needs to be bailed out, you..."
Bourne smiles, cutting her off. "Of course. Who the hell do you think I am?!" he laughs, jetpack flaring as the dashing captain rockets off into open space towards a glittering white Battlecruiser.
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Makay Sector
"Captain, Opto-Scan is picking up signs of planetary devastation. Orbital bombardments in sector 53 and 92."
Kaplan nodded simply. "Blatant deception, ladies and gentlemen... is the hallmark of the villain! Give me a comm link again!"
"Established, Sir!"
The man cleared his throat, features moving to one of stern reprisal. Like a school principal ready to scold disobedient children. "Planetary Government: we have detected surface damage to your world, and there is no question that there were unknown capital warships in orbit in a transmission from our civilian ship. Move your system patrol craft to a clear distance, as we will be initiating maneuvers to send a diplomatic pinnace to your planet." he clears his throat, the flag behind him starting to catch with holographic fires. "But to Villainous extra-system forces, should you see this transmission: Know this! Our beloved Beta Aquilae and her egalitarian allies will not tolerate invasion and incursion against Trans-human peoples! End message!"
Docked within Space Station Gargantua-1
Captain Neil Bourne shook his head, looking out of the high-speed tube car dashing through the bowels of Gargantua-1. He pounded a gloved fist into his other hand, turning in thought.
"I can't believe this. They sent Kaplan with the First Expeditionary?" came his smoothly tenored voice, the dashingly brown-haired man's exquisitely shaped chin almost bulging.
Captain Alexis Anasan folded her arms, smiling as she closed her eyes. Dark hair floated in zero-G, numerous braids held in place by small station-keeping thrusters in the rings wrapped around the ends.
"Stop overreacting. You and Thunderer already earned your Order of Gallant Valour. Let him have a chance." she replies, darkly shadowed eyes crossing to him.
"I know, I know." Bourne says, turning. "But Fourth Fleet was closer! Why did Admiral Kearns send Kaplan and the First, instead of contacting Commodore Hamal?" he asks. The tube capsule slowed, firing it's own retros as the sight of the fleet docks loomed over the transparent ceiling.
"Ah. My stop." Bourne grins, twisting his clear plastic helmet on.
Anason turned around. "Wait, Neil." she said expressionlessly. "Your patrol with Thunderer's task group... It isn't near to the Makay Sector, is it?" she asks, moving to put both hands at her hips. "If Kaplan needs to be bailed out, you..."
Bourne smiles, cutting her off. "Of course. Who the hell do you think I am?!" he laughs, jetpack flaring as the dashing captain rockets off into open space towards a glittering white Battlecruiser.
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Makay Sector
"Captain, Opto-Scan is picking up signs of planetary devastation. Orbital bombardments in sector 53 and 92."
Kaplan nodded simply. "Blatant deception, ladies and gentlemen... is the hallmark of the villain! Give me a comm link again!"
"Established, Sir!"
The man cleared his throat, features moving to one of stern reprisal. Like a school principal ready to scold disobedient children. "Planetary Government: we have detected surface damage to your world, and there is no question that there were unknown capital warships in orbit in a transmission from our civilian ship. Move your system patrol craft to a clear distance, as we will be initiating maneuvers to send a diplomatic pinnace to your planet." he clears his throat, the flag behind him starting to catch with holographic fires. "But to Villainous extra-system forces, should you see this transmission: Know this! Our beloved Beta Aquilae and her egalitarian allies will not tolerate invasion and incursion against Trans-human peoples! End message!"
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Martilde Citadel
Godwin's Hope
Imperial Province of Makay
Verkamt Saarst lounged comfortably at her console in the Martilde citadel. Another day, another lack of anything interesting to do. The bush-men hadn't launched an attack near the major cities on the continent in months, and the steady herding of the bipedal cattle into the resourcing ships was going smoothly. Another hundred thousand head were marshalled at the spaceport, being loaded slowly but surely, each individual trudging dully, eyes glassy and unfocused. The guards didn't even have to force them, anymore- the hypnosis techniques had been honed and perfected over the years, and the Chamarrans could count on the cattle being docile and easy to control. Only the damned bush-men, with their tunnels and caves out in the wilderness, still resisted- but they were nothing, really. They certainly had no way of approaching a facility like the Martilde Citadel, with it's shielded defenses, legions of janissaries, and powerful hypnosis field.
Suddenly, every alarm in the room went off.
"What the...."
**Incoming Projectiles, Unguided- Radiological Alarm! Incoming Projectiles, Unguided- Radiological Alarm!**
Snapping to wakefulness and attention, Saarst stared in dismay for a second- nine rockets, coming in on ballistic trajectories from outside the city. She relaxed almost immediately. She knew how to handle this. With a few brief commands, the fortress AI began to track the rockets.
As she watched, the AI singled out each one in turn. It took less than a second for the point-defense lasers to burn each one out of the sky.
Already, the triangulation devices had worked out their point of launch. She contacted her superiors immediately- if they hurried, they might catch the bush-men in the act. Moreover, there had been nuclear warheads on some or all of the rockets. If they could take a few captives, they might be able to find out how many more of the hideous devices the rebels had.
Godwin's Hope
Imperial Province of Makay
Verkamt Saarst lounged comfortably at her console in the Martilde citadel. Another day, another lack of anything interesting to do. The bush-men hadn't launched an attack near the major cities on the continent in months, and the steady herding of the bipedal cattle into the resourcing ships was going smoothly. Another hundred thousand head were marshalled at the spaceport, being loaded slowly but surely, each individual trudging dully, eyes glassy and unfocused. The guards didn't even have to force them, anymore- the hypnosis techniques had been honed and perfected over the years, and the Chamarrans could count on the cattle being docile and easy to control. Only the damned bush-men, with their tunnels and caves out in the wilderness, still resisted- but they were nothing, really. They certainly had no way of approaching a facility like the Martilde Citadel, with it's shielded defenses, legions of janissaries, and powerful hypnosis field.
Suddenly, every alarm in the room went off.
"What the...."
**Incoming Projectiles, Unguided- Radiological Alarm! Incoming Projectiles, Unguided- Radiological Alarm!**
Snapping to wakefulness and attention, Saarst stared in dismay for a second- nine rockets, coming in on ballistic trajectories from outside the city. She relaxed almost immediately. She knew how to handle this. With a few brief commands, the fortress AI began to track the rockets.
As she watched, the AI singled out each one in turn. It took less than a second for the point-defense lasers to burn each one out of the sky.
Already, the triangulation devices had worked out their point of launch. She contacted her superiors immediately- if they hurried, they might catch the bush-men in the act. Moreover, there had been nuclear warheads on some or all of the rockets. If they could take a few captives, they might be able to find out how many more of the hideous devices the rebels had.
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite.
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Citadel
City one ‘Martilde’
Godwin’s hope
Makay
“Several months of nothing and now we’ve got cattle delegations and cattle battlefleets and now cattle missiles…..ancestors curse them.” Chesska continues on a similar vein for a dozen seconds then drags her claws down a leather pad placed on the wall, for just that form of stress relief, and takes a deep breath “Deploy the first and second thrall air wing to the location to pin down the unruly meat until a thrall battalion can arrive.” She then considers “Allow any packs that wish to join the hunt to leave the Citadel.” She says before turning to look at the smoke trails that still linger in the air from the primitive rocketry used so recently against her, against her citadel that she was placed in charge of by the queen’s order.
The smoke trails break a minute later as vertibirds roar through them and off towards their source. Chesska smiles and her hand untenses, claws retracting.
Starcruiser Medusa, squadron Tartarus
somewhere near Godwin’s hope
Makay system
Hammond’s eyebrow raised so much onlookers would of thought it at risk of falling off “What?, damn him to hell, fire a shot across their bows then get me a channel.” The leightenant on the receiving end of this gulps softly but passes on the order, while debating the value of his retirement fund if the captain goes around provoking powerful vessels from distant stars.
Medusa swivels in space, gliding on a course parallel to King Kaplan’s battlegroup, streamers of gas jetting from bow and stern then inverting as the ship takes aim.
“Firing a shot across their bows sir”
“Make it so.” Hammond looks towards the tactical chart.
The thunk and crackle all but boomed through the primitive vessel as the mass driver fired, ships capacitors draining in a split second as a metal slug is sent whizzing across space. The projectile passing within a kilometre of the Avalanche’s bow. Hammond glares at the speaker grill, starting to talk the second the light goes to transmit.
“Now you listen here you belligerent lunatic, you cannot simply charge in with your outrageous demands that we cater to your every whim and surreal fancy, not on my watch. If you do not alter your course and cease your advance we will consider this a declaration of war. We shall not have the likes of you defiling the skies of Godwin’s hope!”
City one ‘Martilde’
Godwin’s hope
Makay
“Several months of nothing and now we’ve got cattle delegations and cattle battlefleets and now cattle missiles…..ancestors curse them.” Chesska continues on a similar vein for a dozen seconds then drags her claws down a leather pad placed on the wall, for just that form of stress relief, and takes a deep breath “Deploy the first and second thrall air wing to the location to pin down the unruly meat until a thrall battalion can arrive.” She then considers “Allow any packs that wish to join the hunt to leave the Citadel.” She says before turning to look at the smoke trails that still linger in the air from the primitive rocketry used so recently against her, against her citadel that she was placed in charge of by the queen’s order.
The smoke trails break a minute later as vertibirds roar through them and off towards their source. Chesska smiles and her hand untenses, claws retracting.
Starcruiser Medusa, squadron Tartarus
somewhere near Godwin’s hope
Makay system
Hammond’s eyebrow raised so much onlookers would of thought it at risk of falling off “What?, damn him to hell, fire a shot across their bows then get me a channel.” The leightenant on the receiving end of this gulps softly but passes on the order, while debating the value of his retirement fund if the captain goes around provoking powerful vessels from distant stars.
Medusa swivels in space, gliding on a course parallel to King Kaplan’s battlegroup, streamers of gas jetting from bow and stern then inverting as the ship takes aim.
“Firing a shot across their bows sir”
“Make it so.” Hammond looks towards the tactical chart.
The thunk and crackle all but boomed through the primitive vessel as the mass driver fired, ships capacitors draining in a split second as a metal slug is sent whizzing across space. The projectile passing within a kilometre of the Avalanche’s bow. Hammond glares at the speaker grill, starting to talk the second the light goes to transmit.
“Now you listen here you belligerent lunatic, you cannot simply charge in with your outrageous demands that we cater to your every whim and surreal fancy, not on my watch. If you do not alter your course and cease your advance we will consider this a declaration of war. We shall not have the likes of you defiling the skies of Godwin’s hope!”
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Martilde Sanitation 6B
Martilde
Godwin's Hope
Imperial Province of Makay
The old Universal Worker's Union which had began the Syndicalist uprisings on Godwin's Hope in the years before the Enemy arrived had included a number of the more powerful unions on the planet- the Dockworker's Guild, the Allied Teacher's Unions, and even the Capital Sanitation Worker's Union. When the strikes had turned ugly, many had had to flee the cities even before the Chamarran invasion.
When they had erected their Citadel, the Enemy had been careful. It's shielding was strong enough that only a direct nuclear attack could breach it. It's defenses were formidable, to say the least. Even the sewers beneath it had been sealed off, laced with booby-traps and sensors. They'd used surviving members of the human sanitiation crews to map out the sewers, to make sure that they didn't miss a single spot.
However, a large number of the sanitation workers had been newly hired, scabs brought in from other cities to replace rebellious workers. Their knowledge had been incomplete.
Among the Syndicalist guerillas, there were men and women who had worked for years in the sewers beneath Martilde. Men and women who knew about old, shut-down aqueducts and catacombs, some as old as human habitation itself. Some were unmapped.
Some passed beneath the Citadel, deep, shielded from the hypno-fields by meters and meters of rock and concrete.
The bomb went off right under where the energy shield terminated against the unyielding dirt, and seven stories underground. Twenty kilotons of nuclear hell caused the ground itself to surge upwards, like some monsterous pustule. Half of the blast was outside the shield, sending radioactive debris and nuclear fire into the city streets. The other half erupted inside. From the outside, the citadel momentarily became a lozenge of pure white, the raging energies of the bomb-blast contained inside the shielding.
The Citadel itself, fortified and protected by a second shield-layer, began to slump. It's foundations had been undermined, and it's vast weight began to tip and twist, it's own mass pulling it steadily earthwards. Cables snapped and sang, twisting like snakes as they whipped through the air. The secondary shield's mounting broke, and power was lost.
Like some hideous tower of Pisa, the Martilde Citadel lay stricken, burning in a half-dozen places, surrounded by nuclear devastation. Inside, human slaves and Chamarans alike were buffeted, smashed, and burned.
With a shower of sparks, the dominator gave out, antennae vaporized, internal power systems thrown terribly out of line in the disaster.
Across the city, millions of human minds came suddenly into sharp focus.
Martilde
Godwin's Hope
Imperial Province of Makay
The old Universal Worker's Union which had began the Syndicalist uprisings on Godwin's Hope in the years before the Enemy arrived had included a number of the more powerful unions on the planet- the Dockworker's Guild, the Allied Teacher's Unions, and even the Capital Sanitation Worker's Union. When the strikes had turned ugly, many had had to flee the cities even before the Chamarran invasion.
When they had erected their Citadel, the Enemy had been careful. It's shielding was strong enough that only a direct nuclear attack could breach it. It's defenses were formidable, to say the least. Even the sewers beneath it had been sealed off, laced with booby-traps and sensors. They'd used surviving members of the human sanitiation crews to map out the sewers, to make sure that they didn't miss a single spot.
However, a large number of the sanitation workers had been newly hired, scabs brought in from other cities to replace rebellious workers. Their knowledge had been incomplete.
Among the Syndicalist guerillas, there were men and women who had worked for years in the sewers beneath Martilde. Men and women who knew about old, shut-down aqueducts and catacombs, some as old as human habitation itself. Some were unmapped.
Some passed beneath the Citadel, deep, shielded from the hypno-fields by meters and meters of rock and concrete.
The bomb went off right under where the energy shield terminated against the unyielding dirt, and seven stories underground. Twenty kilotons of nuclear hell caused the ground itself to surge upwards, like some monsterous pustule. Half of the blast was outside the shield, sending radioactive debris and nuclear fire into the city streets. The other half erupted inside. From the outside, the citadel momentarily became a lozenge of pure white, the raging energies of the bomb-blast contained inside the shielding.
The Citadel itself, fortified and protected by a second shield-layer, began to slump. It's foundations had been undermined, and it's vast weight began to tip and twist, it's own mass pulling it steadily earthwards. Cables snapped and sang, twisting like snakes as they whipped through the air. The secondary shield's mounting broke, and power was lost.
Like some hideous tower of Pisa, the Martilde Citadel lay stricken, burning in a half-dozen places, surrounded by nuclear devastation. Inside, human slaves and Chamarans alike were buffeted, smashed, and burned.
With a shower of sparks, the dominator gave out, antennae vaporized, internal power systems thrown terribly out of line in the disaster.
Across the city, millions of human minds came suddenly into sharp focus.
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite.
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Orodan Shipyards, Military Spacedock #4,Nashtari core space
Day 2, Week 1, Turn 1
Admiral Hutchinson watched from the station's observation deck as the NRS Courageous slipped free of the spacedock and began delicately maneuvering clear of the structure. The Dauntless class battleship had just finished refitting after its brush with a remnant Imperial patrol a few weeks before. The damage hadn't been severe, but it had been thought best for repairs to be carried out in spacedock rather than in the field for safety reasons. But with that engagement had ended the last of the Imperial loyalist naval forces in the subsector. It was regrettable that the ships had to have been destroyed, but capture hadn't been feasible.
Perhaps the nascent Republic would finally have some breathing room now to stabilize and install a proper constitutional government. But the admiral doubted that they'd have the luxury of peace for long.
Day 2, Week 1, Turn 1
Admiral Hutchinson watched from the station's observation deck as the NRS Courageous slipped free of the spacedock and began delicately maneuvering clear of the structure. The Dauntless class battleship had just finished refitting after its brush with a remnant Imperial patrol a few weeks before. The damage hadn't been severe, but it had been thought best for repairs to be carried out in spacedock rather than in the field for safety reasons. But with that engagement had ended the last of the Imperial loyalist naval forces in the subsector. It was regrettable that the ships had to have been destroyed, but capture hadn't been feasible.
Perhaps the nascent Republic would finally have some breathing room now to stabilize and install a proper constitutional government. But the admiral doubted that they'd have the luxury of peace for long.
It's Rogue, not Rouge!
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Makay Province
Godwin's Hope
"Holy shit! Nuclear initiation. Feels like the jamming the Outlanders have been putting out stopped too."
"I got a picture of the Outlanders, boss. You're not going to like it." The infiltrator burst transmitted a picture to his boss, before moving to a different location.
"Shit, anthropomorphic cats? Higher needs to know this right away. Get the LPI transmitter set up, I'll meet you in thirty."
Godwin's Hope
"Holy shit! Nuclear initiation. Feels like the jamming the Outlanders have been putting out stopped too."
"I got a picture of the Outlanders, boss. You're not going to like it." The infiltrator burst transmitted a picture to his boss, before moving to a different location.
"Shit, anthropomorphic cats? Higher needs to know this right away. Get the LPI transmitter set up, I'll meet you in thirty."
"preemptive killing of cops might not be such a bad idea from a personal saftey[sic] standpoint..." --Keevan Colton
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The Megadeth
Just outside Syndicalist Space
Day 2, Week 1, Turn 1
Taavi watched Andre leave, leaning back into his chair and just watching the small, fussy man return to the diplomatic cutter via the ship's internal security cameras. The nine survivors they had found were also herded onto the cutter as part of the exchange. They had already been pumped for information by the agents, although there was very little to learn. Fortunately for the survivors, Konige interrogation techniques were probably more humane than average. After all, the agents, a sub-branch of the Skaldic traditions, merely had to speak and they could ensnare the mind with their fluid voices. Combined with the atmospheric drugs that were ubiquitous to all Konige environments and most people would start giving out all sorts of secrets when asked.
Once the cutter was clear, Taavi began to compose a dispatch to Magnus. Things would be getting quite interesting soon, if Taavi was any judge of the scenario. While punching their way through the Periphery would be grand, if they managed to get a shot at the Core... at the remains of Terra...
The Konige had plans to haul back as much of the rubble as they could just for the purposes of getting the last laugh, if at all possible. They also had plans for the technology that could be salvaged.
The Konige always had plans, because when you lived on the edge of annihilation for generations, it paid to be prepared.
Just outside Syndicalist Space
Day 2, Week 1, Turn 1
Taavi watched Andre leave, leaning back into his chair and just watching the small, fussy man return to the diplomatic cutter via the ship's internal security cameras. The nine survivors they had found were also herded onto the cutter as part of the exchange. They had already been pumped for information by the agents, although there was very little to learn. Fortunately for the survivors, Konige interrogation techniques were probably more humane than average. After all, the agents, a sub-branch of the Skaldic traditions, merely had to speak and they could ensnare the mind with their fluid voices. Combined with the atmospheric drugs that were ubiquitous to all Konige environments and most people would start giving out all sorts of secrets when asked.
Once the cutter was clear, Taavi began to compose a dispatch to Magnus. Things would be getting quite interesting soon, if Taavi was any judge of the scenario. While punching their way through the Periphery would be grand, if they managed to get a shot at the Core... at the remains of Terra...
The Konige had plans to haul back as much of the rubble as they could just for the purposes of getting the last laugh, if at all possible. They also had plans for the technology that could be salvaged.
The Konige always had plans, because when you lived on the edge of annihilation for generations, it paid to be prepared.
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You know, if Christian dogma included a ten-foot tall Jesus walking around in battle armor and smashing retarded cultists with a gaint mace, I might just convert - Noble Ire on Jesus smashing Scientologists
You know, if Christian dogma included a ten-foot tall Jesus walking around in battle armor and smashing retarded cultists with a gaint mace, I might just convert - Noble Ire on Jesus smashing Scientologists
Aegis System Outskirts
Corona Stars Commonwealth
Fleetmind is online.
With that phrase, the Commonwealth fleet was linked in a way no single mind could really comprehend. The thousands of people hooked up to mind-machine interfaces and the hundreds of AIs built into the warships formed a giant web of consciousness, each entity becoming a single node in the network. Linked by laser beams, tight-band comm, and a myriad of other communications devices, this mind knew everything and shared everything. Operators felt the solar wind racing around their new metal skins. AIs engulfed and shared the intricacies of the human mind. Thoughts raced across the fleet, and everyone couldn't help but feel euphoric at that moment. This was just a little bit of what it felt like to be a god.
The fuzz of interference engulfed the fleetmind as the enemy drew closer. Certain avenues of communications closed off, and more sprung out to replace them. The interdictors were powered up and ready; it wouldn't be long now before the enemy fleet crashed out of the higher dimensions into Commonwealth space. Weapons passed final systems checks and trained themselves on a distant patch of space as they came online, one by one.
Before scheduled, a deluge of radiation and gravity effects plinked off the fleet, tell-tale signs of an imminent catastrophic hyperdrive failure. However, it wasn't the massive wall of a huge enemy force, but rather the light rain from the scouts, the pickets.
This is unfortunate, though not unexpected./Kick them while they're down.
Before the enemy ships even appeared in real space, gun batteries opened up and belched death in a thousand forms. As they made their journey across the void, the radiation peaked, then suddenly dropped off. The enemy ships had fallen out of hyperspace, with their doom already bearing down. Scarcely half a second after appearing in real-space, the alpha strike hit. Nukes blinded the pickets as laser tore open their shields, leaving the insides vulnerable. Railcannon slugs impacted just after, poorly aimed but perfectly timed. As the flash from the nukes dissipated, the fleetmind saw the results of its handiwork: shattered ships floating dead among molten metal coalescing into spheres.
A good start./But wait, there's more.
Another shower of radiation, almost identical to the first. Another picket group, leading the enemy fleet to their opponent. Already, the calculations were refined and weapons rearmed. For the second time, a superb trick shot obliterated the pickets before the crews inside could even see the black of space.
These are but shards, insignificant./Every one slagged is a victory.
Sufficiently warned, the enemy fleet suddenly appeared in the distance, far from the interdiction field. Their pickets had done their job, and the fleet was in formation with weapons ready and shields charged. It was also massive, as big as everyone feared.
They outnumber us 1.92 to 1, and possess extreme defensive capabilities./Time for Plan B./Indeed. Sounding the retreat.
As the opening volleys of destruction were traded, the Commonwealth Fleet began to draw back, towards the center of the system.
Corona Stars Commonwealth
Fleetmind is online.
With that phrase, the Commonwealth fleet was linked in a way no single mind could really comprehend. The thousands of people hooked up to mind-machine interfaces and the hundreds of AIs built into the warships formed a giant web of consciousness, each entity becoming a single node in the network. Linked by laser beams, tight-band comm, and a myriad of other communications devices, this mind knew everything and shared everything. Operators felt the solar wind racing around their new metal skins. AIs engulfed and shared the intricacies of the human mind. Thoughts raced across the fleet, and everyone couldn't help but feel euphoric at that moment. This was just a little bit of what it felt like to be a god.
The fuzz of interference engulfed the fleetmind as the enemy drew closer. Certain avenues of communications closed off, and more sprung out to replace them. The interdictors were powered up and ready; it wouldn't be long now before the enemy fleet crashed out of the higher dimensions into Commonwealth space. Weapons passed final systems checks and trained themselves on a distant patch of space as they came online, one by one.
Before scheduled, a deluge of radiation and gravity effects plinked off the fleet, tell-tale signs of an imminent catastrophic hyperdrive failure. However, it wasn't the massive wall of a huge enemy force, but rather the light rain from the scouts, the pickets.
This is unfortunate, though not unexpected./Kick them while they're down.
Before the enemy ships even appeared in real space, gun batteries opened up and belched death in a thousand forms. As they made their journey across the void, the radiation peaked, then suddenly dropped off. The enemy ships had fallen out of hyperspace, with their doom already bearing down. Scarcely half a second after appearing in real-space, the alpha strike hit. Nukes blinded the pickets as laser tore open their shields, leaving the insides vulnerable. Railcannon slugs impacted just after, poorly aimed but perfectly timed. As the flash from the nukes dissipated, the fleetmind saw the results of its handiwork: shattered ships floating dead among molten metal coalescing into spheres.
A good start./But wait, there's more.
Another shower of radiation, almost identical to the first. Another picket group, leading the enemy fleet to their opponent. Already, the calculations were refined and weapons rearmed. For the second time, a superb trick shot obliterated the pickets before the crews inside could even see the black of space.
These are but shards, insignificant./Every one slagged is a victory.
Sufficiently warned, the enemy fleet suddenly appeared in the distance, far from the interdiction field. Their pickets had done their job, and the fleet was in formation with weapons ready and shields charged. It was also massive, as big as everyone feared.
They outnumber us 1.92 to 1, and possess extreme defensive capabilities./Time for Plan B./Indeed. Sounding the retreat.
As the opening volleys of destruction were traded, the Commonwealth Fleet began to draw back, towards the center of the system.
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Aegis System Outskirts
Corona Stars CommonWealth
The oncoming armada charged unconcernedly through the remnants of Task Force Pawn Sacrifice, not even pausing as they tagged the locations of all signifcant debris for future salvage. Their only concern was the enemy force currently fleeing. Normally, a stern chase against an opponent of equal acceleration could have only one outcome, the enemy escaping into ftl with minimal losses at best. However, in this case the initial forward momentum of the attackers compared to the defenders allowed them to make up miniscule amounts of ground on their chosen prey, at least for the moment. In addition, the need for the defenders to engage maximum thrust away from the oncoming doom vastly simplified targetting solutions, at least on the biggest ships. The fact that the same applied to the Fifth Fleets own batttleline was of no concern, as parasite jamming platforms made the entire fleet still a relatively vague amorphous mass.
Fleet Flagship Kaos
Admiral Tarnok was the perfect picture of the effete dilettante, as he swirled his nearly empty wineglass, before holding it out for a refill. Of course, the effect was slightly marred by the skinned moaning body having blood suctioned off and funneled to quench his thirst. However, his mind was elsewhere. Literally elsewhere, as he effortlessly processed the fifty two remaining individual ship feeds to achieve a perfect tactical gestalt.
Disappointing his mind breathed out to the filtering subnodes, which all chuckled in agreement. One would almost think that they didn't want to stop us at all. Concentrate fire on best available targets, and maintain full situational awareness, that shouldn't be much more than half of their available fleet strength unless they've gotten into a war with someone else in the last few days
Full active sensor sweeps began from the jamming platforms, only further marring the imperfect picture the defenders had of the approaching fleet. At the same time, a blistering storm of fire erupted from the attackers, carving towards the closest and most visible targets. To render efforts to localise the inidividual attackers an ongoign trial, the decoy platforms began their own impressive light show of apparent energy attacks along with decoy missiles that assumed the appearance of full salvos. While it was impossible for these efforts to be mistaken for full attacks by the targetted ships, it was equally impossible to fully differentiate the true source of what fire was real without close observation.
To prevent that close observation, the Fifth Fleet began using its out of arc weapons to vaporise every significant target nearby, while a small portion of their centerline armament was diverted to accomplish the same task against anything not already doomed by the sheer volume of outgoing fire. The fact that the area effect detonations in front of the fleet further complicated the defenders' targetting was a blatant final piss off to the Commonwealth's tactical officers. Literally, as the pattern of detonations actually spelled out the words for an infinitessimal moment that Tarnok knew the Fleetmind would be able to perceive.
OOC: Losses to date
Task Force Pawn Sacrifice
6*Thugee3(+1S+1H)
2*Marauder(+1I+1C)
34 combat points,
50 fleet construction points
Forces remaining currently engaged
30*Horseman45(+5D)
20*Flagellant10(+10D)
2*Marauder8(+1I+1C)
1566 Combat points,
350 D,
2 C3(Woo!),
2 I(Woohoo!)
1920 total fleet points
Corona Stars CommonWealth
The oncoming armada charged unconcernedly through the remnants of Task Force Pawn Sacrifice, not even pausing as they tagged the locations of all signifcant debris for future salvage. Their only concern was the enemy force currently fleeing. Normally, a stern chase against an opponent of equal acceleration could have only one outcome, the enemy escaping into ftl with minimal losses at best. However, in this case the initial forward momentum of the attackers compared to the defenders allowed them to make up miniscule amounts of ground on their chosen prey, at least for the moment. In addition, the need for the defenders to engage maximum thrust away from the oncoming doom vastly simplified targetting solutions, at least on the biggest ships. The fact that the same applied to the Fifth Fleets own batttleline was of no concern, as parasite jamming platforms made the entire fleet still a relatively vague amorphous mass.
Fleet Flagship Kaos
Admiral Tarnok was the perfect picture of the effete dilettante, as he swirled his nearly empty wineglass, before holding it out for a refill. Of course, the effect was slightly marred by the skinned moaning body having blood suctioned off and funneled to quench his thirst. However, his mind was elsewhere. Literally elsewhere, as he effortlessly processed the fifty two remaining individual ship feeds to achieve a perfect tactical gestalt.
Disappointing his mind breathed out to the filtering subnodes, which all chuckled in agreement. One would almost think that they didn't want to stop us at all. Concentrate fire on best available targets, and maintain full situational awareness, that shouldn't be much more than half of their available fleet strength unless they've gotten into a war with someone else in the last few days
Full active sensor sweeps began from the jamming platforms, only further marring the imperfect picture the defenders had of the approaching fleet. At the same time, a blistering storm of fire erupted from the attackers, carving towards the closest and most visible targets. To render efforts to localise the inidividual attackers an ongoign trial, the decoy platforms began their own impressive light show of apparent energy attacks along with decoy missiles that assumed the appearance of full salvos. While it was impossible for these efforts to be mistaken for full attacks by the targetted ships, it was equally impossible to fully differentiate the true source of what fire was real without close observation.
To prevent that close observation, the Fifth Fleet began using its out of arc weapons to vaporise every significant target nearby, while a small portion of their centerline armament was diverted to accomplish the same task against anything not already doomed by the sheer volume of outgoing fire. The fact that the area effect detonations in front of the fleet further complicated the defenders' targetting was a blatant final piss off to the Commonwealth's tactical officers. Literally, as the pattern of detonations actually spelled out the words for an infinitessimal moment that Tarnok knew the Fleetmind would be able to perceive.
OOC: Losses to date
Task Force Pawn Sacrifice
6*Thugee3(+1S+1H)
2*Marauder(+1I+1C)
34 combat points,
50 fleet construction points
Forces remaining currently engaged
30*Horseman45(+5D)
20*Flagellant10(+10D)
2*Marauder8(+1I+1C)
1566 Combat points,
350 D,
2 C3(Woo!),
2 I(Woohoo!)
1920 total fleet points
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Ruined Citadel
City 1 ‘Martilde’
Godwin’s hope
Makay
System error
Recovering data
Performing self check….ok
Performing tower diagnostic
Warning
Outer shield offline
Inner shield offline
Defensive laser alpha offline
Defensive laser beta offline
Defensive laser delta offline
Psi wave emitter offline
Coms uplink offline
Reactor offline
Structural damage detected
Warning low power
Running back up procedure…complete
Shutdown initiated
Chesska mewled, the wall above her swimming into focus, the pain kicking in properly a second later eliciting another mewl.
Wall? Chesska looks around, taking stock of the entire tilted room as recollection of the events before she blacked out come back to her.
My citadel! She tries to push out from under the wreckage to no avail, looking out the broken window at the lopsided view for a moment as she gets her breath back, then smiles a bit…my bands. She reaches out towards the devices strewn across the floor and concentrates, the telekinetic amps responding weakly at a distance and rolling the bands to her…
Raven 4
North of Martilde
“Well that’s the launch site, see anyone?”
“Running thermal now”
The vertibird hovered over the school yard, slowly pivoting above the launch rails.
“Nothing, probably flew the coop before we even left.”
“Seems one of their missiles failed to launch.”
“Heh, leave it for the groundsloggers to tinker with.”
Ruined citadel
Chesska tosses the last of the debris away as she gets to her feet, tail swishing to keep balance on the slanted floor as she goes over to take a long look out the window, then turns to her skinsuit and sword purposefully… the coms array in the tower is out, but if she can reach the thrall barracks. She looks down at the milling and confused cattle below, with the field gone their minds are taking time to readjust, when that happens though there’s liable to be trouble. Chesska smiles as she finishes slipping into the skinsuit, wailer and forcefield turning on automatically as she draws her blade and drops out onto the exterior of the citadel. The catgirl making her way down the ruins to try and find a communication system with which to contact and call back the thralls, the city will have to be cordoned off unless the field can be put back in place and that doesn’t look like it’ll be happening.
City 1 ‘Martilde’
Godwin’s hope
Makay
System error
Recovering data
Performing self check….ok
Performing tower diagnostic
Warning
Outer shield offline
Inner shield offline
Defensive laser alpha offline
Defensive laser beta offline
Defensive laser delta offline
Psi wave emitter offline
Coms uplink offline
Reactor offline
Structural damage detected
Warning low power
Running back up procedure…complete
Shutdown initiated
Chesska mewled, the wall above her swimming into focus, the pain kicking in properly a second later eliciting another mewl.
Wall? Chesska looks around, taking stock of the entire tilted room as recollection of the events before she blacked out come back to her.
My citadel! She tries to push out from under the wreckage to no avail, looking out the broken window at the lopsided view for a moment as she gets her breath back, then smiles a bit…my bands. She reaches out towards the devices strewn across the floor and concentrates, the telekinetic amps responding weakly at a distance and rolling the bands to her…
Raven 4
North of Martilde
“Well that’s the launch site, see anyone?”
“Running thermal now”
The vertibird hovered over the school yard, slowly pivoting above the launch rails.
“Nothing, probably flew the coop before we even left.”
“Seems one of their missiles failed to launch.”
“Heh, leave it for the groundsloggers to tinker with.”
Ruined citadel
Chesska tosses the last of the debris away as she gets to her feet, tail swishing to keep balance on the slanted floor as she goes over to take a long look out the window, then turns to her skinsuit and sword purposefully… the coms array in the tower is out, but if she can reach the thrall barracks. She looks down at the milling and confused cattle below, with the field gone their minds are taking time to readjust, when that happens though there’s liable to be trouble. Chesska smiles as she finishes slipping into the skinsuit, wailer and forcefield turning on automatically as she draws her blade and drops out onto the exterior of the citadel. The catgirl making her way down the ruins to try and find a communication system with which to contact and call back the thralls, the city will have to be cordoned off unless the field can be put back in place and that doesn’t look like it’ll be happening.
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Makay Sector
Screens flashed red, bathing the bridge of Avalanche in deep crimson. "Enemy kinetic inbound!" Lieutenant Hyal said, thrusting himself closer to the terminal. "Ballistics are off. Negative on hit probability."
Kaplan gritted his teeth. "What is the captain of that... barge thinking?" he murmured to himself, sinking back into his seat in thought.
Hyal relaxed a moment... before pausing again. "Penetrator is relaying active track from Opto-Scan... Looks like short range ballistics, atmospheric..." he watched, bringing a remarkable view of the action on the main screen.
"Zounds!" came Kaplan's exclaimation. "Some lunatic is using atomics on that arcology!" he stood up once more. "MacPherson! Send a message to that patrol barge that fired on us. Tell him that we have detected an atomic blast on his planet. Express our concern and inform him that we are standing by to assist if requested. And while you're at it, keep alert for any ground transmission. I want to know what's going on down there."
The spunky MacPherson snapped her fingers without looking over. "You got it, Skipper."
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With signals passed from the flag, the Astro-Fleet Expeditionary task group increased the strength of their atomic barriers, skew-turning synchroniously to decellerate. Pulling away from the following system defense cruisers, they maneuvered to a pursuit orbit of the planet, not advancing or falling behind... keeping pace with the world at close distance.
Screens flashed red, bathing the bridge of Avalanche in deep crimson. "Enemy kinetic inbound!" Lieutenant Hyal said, thrusting himself closer to the terminal. "Ballistics are off. Negative on hit probability."
Kaplan gritted his teeth. "What is the captain of that... barge thinking?" he murmured to himself, sinking back into his seat in thought.
Hyal relaxed a moment... before pausing again. "Penetrator is relaying active track from Opto-Scan... Looks like short range ballistics, atmospheric..." he watched, bringing a remarkable view of the action on the main screen.
"Zounds!" came Kaplan's exclaimation. "Some lunatic is using atomics on that arcology!" he stood up once more. "MacPherson! Send a message to that patrol barge that fired on us. Tell him that we have detected an atomic blast on his planet. Express our concern and inform him that we are standing by to assist if requested. And while you're at it, keep alert for any ground transmission. I want to know what's going on down there."
The spunky MacPherson snapped her fingers without looking over. "You got it, Skipper."
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With signals passed from the flag, the Astro-Fleet Expeditionary task group increased the strength of their atomic barriers, skew-turning synchroniously to decellerate. Pulling away from the following system defense cruisers, they maneuvered to a pursuit orbit of the planet, not advancing or falling behind... keeping pace with the world at close distance.
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At the Standoff between the Provisional forces of Makay and the
Astro-Fleet Expeditionary task group Hyperspace suddenly shattered apart.
*Cue Intro Music*
The Great prow of the Tradeships Eddison burst forth quickly followed by it's Destroyer escorts. At over 1000 meters it loomed massively against the Makay deffense forces that it had jumped upon. The moment it entered Realspace it Blared forth a message on all channles.
This is Tradeship Eddison! Diplomatic envoy of the Province of Kushawni and trading partner to the Province of Makay! The Outter Provinces of the Glorious former Imperium are fiercly Independent and we shall not see that Independence infringed upon by over Zealous forces with Visions of Outsiders! As speaker of the Great CityMind and Leader of this force I ask you to depart in the name of Peaceful relations between BETAC and the outer Provinces!
The messages could not be missed, even as far bellow chaos was breaking out in city streets it almost seemed not to mater to the Kushawni ships. They stood poised against the twin Astro-Fleet Battlecruisers. A simply Diplomatic detachment that was never meant to see open combat, they would not back down however in the face of open agression.
Astro-Fleet Expeditionary task group Hyperspace suddenly shattered apart.
*Cue Intro Music*
The Great prow of the Tradeships Eddison burst forth quickly followed by it's Destroyer escorts. At over 1000 meters it loomed massively against the Makay deffense forces that it had jumped upon. The moment it entered Realspace it Blared forth a message on all channles.
This is Tradeship Eddison! Diplomatic envoy of the Province of Kushawni and trading partner to the Province of Makay! The Outter Provinces of the Glorious former Imperium are fiercly Independent and we shall not see that Independence infringed upon by over Zealous forces with Visions of Outsiders! As speaker of the Great CityMind and Leader of this force I ask you to depart in the name of Peaceful relations between BETAC and the outer Provinces!
The messages could not be missed, even as far bellow chaos was breaking out in city streets it almost seemed not to mater to the Kushawni ships. They stood poised against the twin Astro-Fleet Battlecruisers. A simply Diplomatic detachment that was never meant to see open combat, they would not back down however in the face of open agression.
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The Megadeth
Just outside Syndicalist Space
Day 2, Week 1, Turn 1
Several hours after Andre left, the roaring noise of the Konige fleet dropped down to a general racket and the following transmission was broadcast.
((OOC: Current jamming is at 35 points, theoretically one point per transmitting ship. May or may not be true. Strongest field is 1))
Just outside Syndicalist Space
Day 2, Week 1, Turn 1
Several hours after Andre left, the roaring noise of the Konige fleet dropped down to a general racket and the following transmission was broadcast.
Code: Select all
Terms accepted. Fleet has gone to low powered operating mode out of respect to the ears of our neighbours. Mobile resupply station being brought forward, should arrive within 5 days, be deployable to approved site next day. This channel will remain clear for further communications.I love learning. Teach me. I will listen.
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Martilde
Godwin's Hope
Makay
The Chamarran gunship's sensors lit up suddenly. There were few experiences as unpleasant as being painted with a guidance laser. Sensors frantically tracked the beam back to it's source, but even as computer-controlled counter-weapons spun up, a blossom of heat spread across the IR screens as the shoulder-launched AAM leapt from it's tube on a pillar of clean white smoke. With a sound like the mother of all hammers slamming a truly massive nail through a sheet of aluminum, the AAM's self-forging armour penetrator blew a hole clear through the gunship's central hull. Spewing smoke and flame, the thrall fighting craft augered into the schoolyard. Already, the other gunships in the command-net had opened fire on the tracked position. A human body flopped, headless, to the ground. A plastic launch-tube rolled out into the road.
"They've got an IR camo sheet, switch to heartbeat and motion sensors."
Ground troops moved in, covering the street-corners with efficient movements and interlocking fields of fire. A concealed squad support laser opened fire, cutting back and forth in brief, controlled sweeps. Some thralls died, flesh rent and burned by the glaring, baleful light.
Others made it to cover, and returned fire. Artillery and air-support was already on it's way.
Across the city, similar actions took place. In the chaos, teams of guerillas were spreading along hidden pathways and unused tunnel systems. They were outgunned and outnumbered, but fought with a ferocious tenacity. Flamethrowers roared, and Syndicalists met their end in fiery, excruciating oblivion. More frightening, some of the cattle were joining the fight as they shrugged off the effects of the shallow hypnosis.
Chamarran reinforcements were arriving from the surrounding bases. Soon, the city would be cut off. Soon, there would be no hope for the brave soldiers of Makayan independence.
Godwin's Hope
Makay
The Chamarran gunship's sensors lit up suddenly. There were few experiences as unpleasant as being painted with a guidance laser. Sensors frantically tracked the beam back to it's source, but even as computer-controlled counter-weapons spun up, a blossom of heat spread across the IR screens as the shoulder-launched AAM leapt from it's tube on a pillar of clean white smoke. With a sound like the mother of all hammers slamming a truly massive nail through a sheet of aluminum, the AAM's self-forging armour penetrator blew a hole clear through the gunship's central hull. Spewing smoke and flame, the thrall fighting craft augered into the schoolyard. Already, the other gunships in the command-net had opened fire on the tracked position. A human body flopped, headless, to the ground. A plastic launch-tube rolled out into the road.
"They've got an IR camo sheet, switch to heartbeat and motion sensors."
Ground troops moved in, covering the street-corners with efficient movements and interlocking fields of fire. A concealed squad support laser opened fire, cutting back and forth in brief, controlled sweeps. Some thralls died, flesh rent and burned by the glaring, baleful light.
Others made it to cover, and returned fire. Artillery and air-support was already on it's way.
Across the city, similar actions took place. In the chaos, teams of guerillas were spreading along hidden pathways and unused tunnel systems. They were outgunned and outnumbered, but fought with a ferocious tenacity. Flamethrowers roared, and Syndicalists met their end in fiery, excruciating oblivion. More frightening, some of the cattle were joining the fight as they shrugged off the effects of the shallow hypnosis.
Chamarran reinforcements were arriving from the surrounding bases. Soon, the city would be cut off. Soon, there would be no hope for the brave soldiers of Makayan independence.
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Starcruiser Medusa, squadron Tartarus
Makay system
“Tell that damned fool we know that and will tell him if we want his damned help when I get some answers from below….tactfully.” Hammond added as he turns back to secondary coms “Send a signal to the Jagobe Citadel, they should be taking charge now.”
But before that signal could be sent a kilometre of spacegoing metal popped into realspace over their heads.
“Sir contacts emerging from hyperspace…..It’s the Kushwani delegation sir, they’re transmitting to the BETAC fleet.”
“Let’s hear it.”
”This is Tradeship Eddison! Diplomatic envoy of the Province of Kushawni and trading partner to the Province of Makay! The Outter Provinces of the Glorious former Imperium are fiercly Independent and we shall not see that Independence infringed upon by over Zealous forces with Visions of Outsiders! As speaker of the Great CityMind and Leader of this force I ask you to depart in the name of Peaceful relations between BETAC and the outer Provinces!” sounds from the speaker grill and Hammond smiles.
“Well isnt that something, convey our thanks to the tradeship for their intervention and form up on their flanks. And get some answers from Jagobe Citadel. ”
The two squadrons of Makay cruisers pivoted round and accelerated, matching velocity with the Kushwani tradeship’s imposing form and taking up position to either side of it.
Chamaran vessel night prowler
Makay system
“Seems our quarry is going to our aid, maybe we’ll finally get a chance to use the launchers.” Meeru fidget slightly though keeping one hand on the psi amp sphere that linked like her sisters to the matrix of similar spheres in the hull of the ship.
“Probably not, you think this Kaapalan wouldn’t back off in the face of this?”
“He can’t see us though” Meeru points out to her sister, looking across the egg shaped core room.
“I meant the cattle fleet arrayed against him pawbrain.”
“Oh that, maybe, cattle aren’t too bright after all.”
“Brighter than you probably…”
“Hey, don’t make me come over there”
The night prowler and its five packmates glided along invisibly and silently in the wake of the tradeship Edison, well silently on the outside at least.
Schoolyard north of Martilde
Godwin’s hope
Makay
Into the firefight rumbled a pair of thrall tanks, engines growling and tracks clinking as bullets and laser fire bounces harmlessly from their armoured hides and they move in to support the infantry. Tracks halted, fire spat and multi ton war machines rock backwards as their cannons lashed out at the insurgent positions, smashing down walls and mangling bodies as the shells do their devastating work. Autoguns walking the burst across the enemy hiding places, punching through thin walls and killing yet more as the machines rumble forwards again.
Infantry advancing along in their wake up until the lead tank rocks and all but bounces upwards as an explosion from a bomb concealed in a trashpile rips away its side. The armoured machine landing skewed and tilted on ground, one track utterly ruined. The infantry diving for cover as the insurgent’s boldness returns and their bullets whip down the street, the tank crew trapped in their ruined vehicle by a hail of fire.
Martilde uprising
Godwin’s hope
Makay province
Chesska watches mortar rounds rain down on the barracks, counter battery fire from rooftop guns hurling far larger retaliation towards the source even as some parked Vertibirds blossom in flame on their pads, okay new priority, just retake the ancestor damned city and hope reinforcements are on their way, Elsar of citadel 2 never liked her much.
“Citymistress?” Chesska spins round as a hunting pack of Onnai drop down behind her.
“Yes I survived, how goes the hunt sisters?” Chesska runs a hand through her hair, her mask was ruined in the citadel falling.
“We’ve dealt with a few insurgents, the thralls are having trouble keeping the cattle in line but it’s mainly towards the outskirts they’re joining the rebels.”
“Then we’ll go to the outskirts, we are not losing control of this city.”
And with that Chesska is off, assuming the others will follow as she leaps up onto a rooftop and makes her way towards where the fighting is thickest.
Enroute to Martilde
“You think we’ll be allowed to get some to eat once the cattle are put back in line?”
“Sharue you ate before we left.” Says the feline across from her, not looking up from her rifle as she tests the diagnostic for what seems to Sharue to be the tenth time.
“How can you tell?”
“You’ve got blood on your skinsuit.” Says the other feline, still not looking up.
Sharue looks down and then blinks and tries to wipe it off.
“Glutton” says the other feline still without looking as up front the pilot silently curses the command that said she had to fly in atmosphere and not make a suborbital due to the cattle battlefleet above.
Outskirts of Martilde
The cattle here fight its true, those that have the will and have psyches inherently more regenerative after losing the stabilizing effect of the field, but they fight against the brutal and uncompromising force of the thrall legions without enough weapons to go round. Tanks and automatic fire reaping a bloody harvest of those that resist, those that flee however often able to make it into the countryside and perhaps from there they will make it to the rebellion.
A particularly bold group of rebels fighting still and holed up in a machine shop, the ruins of a Makay tank lies broken and burning on the approach, thralls shooting from behind it and from the openings of alleys, met with a hail of machinegun fire.
Chesska smiles from the corner and looks back to the pack “Round the back?” she says, her bands starting to hum softly as the rest of the pack nods and then they’re on the move. The Onnai sprinting down an alley, leaping a wall and then going up onto the rooftop of a building and from there leaping towards the machineshop, the guard on the top letting out a cry as he takes aim and fires, but goes wide as fractured random cries fill his mind. and then the weapon and his hands are no longer with him as he falls to the ground. Chesska’s blade slowly stops buzzing after the slash as the blood evaporates off it and she looks down at the roof below, the others already carving holes and dropping down through it. The only warning the rebels within had was the wailing in their mind as the Onnai got close, screams sounding from below as Chesska turns on the near incoherent and handless insurgent on the roof, licking her lips before peeling them back as she pounces over him….
Makay system
“Tell that damned fool we know that and will tell him if we want his damned help when I get some answers from below….tactfully.” Hammond added as he turns back to secondary coms “Send a signal to the Jagobe Citadel, they should be taking charge now.”
But before that signal could be sent a kilometre of spacegoing metal popped into realspace over their heads.
“Sir contacts emerging from hyperspace…..It’s the Kushwani delegation sir, they’re transmitting to the BETAC fleet.”
“Let’s hear it.”
”This is Tradeship Eddison! Diplomatic envoy of the Province of Kushawni and trading partner to the Province of Makay! The Outter Provinces of the Glorious former Imperium are fiercly Independent and we shall not see that Independence infringed upon by over Zealous forces with Visions of Outsiders! As speaker of the Great CityMind and Leader of this force I ask you to depart in the name of Peaceful relations between BETAC and the outer Provinces!” sounds from the speaker grill and Hammond smiles.
“Well isnt that something, convey our thanks to the tradeship for their intervention and form up on their flanks. And get some answers from Jagobe Citadel. ”
The two squadrons of Makay cruisers pivoted round and accelerated, matching velocity with the Kushwani tradeship’s imposing form and taking up position to either side of it.
Chamaran vessel night prowler
Makay system
“Seems our quarry is going to our aid, maybe we’ll finally get a chance to use the launchers.” Meeru fidget slightly though keeping one hand on the psi amp sphere that linked like her sisters to the matrix of similar spheres in the hull of the ship.
“Probably not, you think this Kaapalan wouldn’t back off in the face of this?”
“He can’t see us though” Meeru points out to her sister, looking across the egg shaped core room.
“I meant the cattle fleet arrayed against him pawbrain.”
“Oh that, maybe, cattle aren’t too bright after all.”
“Brighter than you probably…”
“Hey, don’t make me come over there”
The night prowler and its five packmates glided along invisibly and silently in the wake of the tradeship Edison, well silently on the outside at least.
Schoolyard north of Martilde
Godwin’s hope
Makay
Into the firefight rumbled a pair of thrall tanks, engines growling and tracks clinking as bullets and laser fire bounces harmlessly from their armoured hides and they move in to support the infantry. Tracks halted, fire spat and multi ton war machines rock backwards as their cannons lashed out at the insurgent positions, smashing down walls and mangling bodies as the shells do their devastating work. Autoguns walking the burst across the enemy hiding places, punching through thin walls and killing yet more as the machines rumble forwards again.
Infantry advancing along in their wake up until the lead tank rocks and all but bounces upwards as an explosion from a bomb concealed in a trashpile rips away its side. The armoured machine landing skewed and tilted on ground, one track utterly ruined. The infantry diving for cover as the insurgent’s boldness returns and their bullets whip down the street, the tank crew trapped in their ruined vehicle by a hail of fire.
Martilde uprising
Godwin’s hope
Makay province
Chesska watches mortar rounds rain down on the barracks, counter battery fire from rooftop guns hurling far larger retaliation towards the source even as some parked Vertibirds blossom in flame on their pads, okay new priority, just retake the ancestor damned city and hope reinforcements are on their way, Elsar of citadel 2 never liked her much.
“Citymistress?” Chesska spins round as a hunting pack of Onnai drop down behind her.
“Yes I survived, how goes the hunt sisters?” Chesska runs a hand through her hair, her mask was ruined in the citadel falling.
“We’ve dealt with a few insurgents, the thralls are having trouble keeping the cattle in line but it’s mainly towards the outskirts they’re joining the rebels.”
“Then we’ll go to the outskirts, we are not losing control of this city.”
And with that Chesska is off, assuming the others will follow as she leaps up onto a rooftop and makes her way towards where the fighting is thickest.
Enroute to Martilde
“You think we’ll be allowed to get some to eat once the cattle are put back in line?”
“Sharue you ate before we left.” Says the feline across from her, not looking up from her rifle as she tests the diagnostic for what seems to Sharue to be the tenth time.
“How can you tell?”
“You’ve got blood on your skinsuit.” Says the other feline, still not looking up.
Sharue looks down and then blinks and tries to wipe it off.
“Glutton” says the other feline still without looking as up front the pilot silently curses the command that said she had to fly in atmosphere and not make a suborbital due to the cattle battlefleet above.
Outskirts of Martilde
The cattle here fight its true, those that have the will and have psyches inherently more regenerative after losing the stabilizing effect of the field, but they fight against the brutal and uncompromising force of the thrall legions without enough weapons to go round. Tanks and automatic fire reaping a bloody harvest of those that resist, those that flee however often able to make it into the countryside and perhaps from there they will make it to the rebellion.
A particularly bold group of rebels fighting still and holed up in a machine shop, the ruins of a Makay tank lies broken and burning on the approach, thralls shooting from behind it and from the openings of alleys, met with a hail of machinegun fire.
Chesska smiles from the corner and looks back to the pack “Round the back?” she says, her bands starting to hum softly as the rest of the pack nods and then they’re on the move. The Onnai sprinting down an alley, leaping a wall and then going up onto the rooftop of a building and from there leaping towards the machineshop, the guard on the top letting out a cry as he takes aim and fires, but goes wide as fractured random cries fill his mind. and then the weapon and his hands are no longer with him as he falls to the ground. Chesska’s blade slowly stops buzzing after the slash as the blood evaporates off it and she looks down at the roof below, the others already carving holes and dropping down through it. The only warning the rebels within had was the wailing in their mind as the Onnai got close, screams sounding from below as Chesska turns on the near incoherent and handless insurgent on the roof, licking her lips before peeling them back as she pounces over him….
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Occupation Base GB-05
Western Continent
Godwin's Hope
Imperial Province of Makay
Half a world away, the battle for Martilde heated up. More men and machines were funneled into the city as the impressive apparatus of Chamarran occupation sprung into action. A furious duel began to consume the entirety of the Eastern continent. There were ambush teams and command-detonated mines along the roads and airways to the city. Some reinforcement units never arrived. Some ambushes were detected, and wiped out almost instantly by the frighteningly accurate Chamarran artillery. It took only a matter of seconds for a well-prepared position to become a hell of shrapnel and broken bodies.
The town of Famagasta merited only a small citadel. It was a dusty, sleepy ouback town in the broad plains that abbutted the jungle highlands to the east. Cows and horses were raised on the fertile plains, herded great distances by the individualistic rural folk of Godwin's Hope. Now, bases like the Citadel at Famagasta cowed the wanderers and farmers, and the wide-ranging patrols of the Thrall army kept the populace in line and the rebels tied up in the jungles.
Until now.
Resources had been diverted. Fast-response teams were in the air, heading for the brutal fighting in the distance. The full weight of the Resistance had fallen on Martilde; and now the full weight of the Occupation was retaking the initiative.
The blast woke the town from it's reverie. With a flare, the shields on the Citadel went out- and half of Famagasta was flattened. There were few survivors.
With a roar, the rebels struck. Locke's unit had been working it's way into position slowly over the last week. From the north, west, and south, Rebel columns had approached the city. Just that morning, a patrol chopper had been shot down when it was on the verge of detecting the attack. With the fighting in Martilde, there hadn't been time for a detailed investigation.
Inside the damaged citadel, the Thralls opened fire. Linking fields lay down murderous enfilades, and in some regions, the rebel attack petered out as troops hit the ground, diving for cover or flopping, wounded and screaming, to the ground.
However, on the other side of the Citadel, crack teams were working their way through the rubble. Moving in short, tightly controlled bursts, they closed distance. Accurate counter-fire lashed out, shoulder-mounted rockets blasting strongpoints into rubble.
The elite troops of Locke's unit were a combination of long-service Syndicalists and former trained National Army soldiers. They were armed with the best surplus equipment the resistance could scrape together, including NBC gear and modern assault rifles squirrled away since the Occupation began.
The fire from the strongpoints began to take on a frantic tone. The rebels were attacking the base in overwhelming numbers.
At the base's main gate, the guard-posts stood silent. The attackers had struck from every direction but the primary entrance.
There was a horrible sound, like metal being shredded by some monsterous pair of shears. With a roar, a burning heavy truck roared around the corner. The defense emplacements by the entrance opened up almost immediately. An anti-tank beam glittered momentarily, blasting the top half of the lorry's payload clear off- but the chassis' momentum carried in, breakneck, in the main gate.
Fingers of fire and smoke danced across the sky over Famagasta. With implacable courage, the last hope for the doomed Makayan people surged towards the breach in the defenses.
Western Continent
Godwin's Hope
Imperial Province of Makay
Half a world away, the battle for Martilde heated up. More men and machines were funneled into the city as the impressive apparatus of Chamarran occupation sprung into action. A furious duel began to consume the entirety of the Eastern continent. There were ambush teams and command-detonated mines along the roads and airways to the city. Some reinforcement units never arrived. Some ambushes were detected, and wiped out almost instantly by the frighteningly accurate Chamarran artillery. It took only a matter of seconds for a well-prepared position to become a hell of shrapnel and broken bodies.
The town of Famagasta merited only a small citadel. It was a dusty, sleepy ouback town in the broad plains that abbutted the jungle highlands to the east. Cows and horses were raised on the fertile plains, herded great distances by the individualistic rural folk of Godwin's Hope. Now, bases like the Citadel at Famagasta cowed the wanderers and farmers, and the wide-ranging patrols of the Thrall army kept the populace in line and the rebels tied up in the jungles.
Until now.
Resources had been diverted. Fast-response teams were in the air, heading for the brutal fighting in the distance. The full weight of the Resistance had fallen on Martilde; and now the full weight of the Occupation was retaking the initiative.
The blast woke the town from it's reverie. With a flare, the shields on the Citadel went out- and half of Famagasta was flattened. There were few survivors.
With a roar, the rebels struck. Locke's unit had been working it's way into position slowly over the last week. From the north, west, and south, Rebel columns had approached the city. Just that morning, a patrol chopper had been shot down when it was on the verge of detecting the attack. With the fighting in Martilde, there hadn't been time for a detailed investigation.
Inside the damaged citadel, the Thralls opened fire. Linking fields lay down murderous enfilades, and in some regions, the rebel attack petered out as troops hit the ground, diving for cover or flopping, wounded and screaming, to the ground.
However, on the other side of the Citadel, crack teams were working their way through the rubble. Moving in short, tightly controlled bursts, they closed distance. Accurate counter-fire lashed out, shoulder-mounted rockets blasting strongpoints into rubble.
The elite troops of Locke's unit were a combination of long-service Syndicalists and former trained National Army soldiers. They were armed with the best surplus equipment the resistance could scrape together, including NBC gear and modern assault rifles squirrled away since the Occupation began.
The fire from the strongpoints began to take on a frantic tone. The rebels were attacking the base in overwhelming numbers.
At the base's main gate, the guard-posts stood silent. The attackers had struck from every direction but the primary entrance.
There was a horrible sound, like metal being shredded by some monsterous pair of shears. With a roar, a burning heavy truck roared around the corner. The defense emplacements by the entrance opened up almost immediately. An anti-tank beam glittered momentarily, blasting the top half of the lorry's payload clear off- but the chassis' momentum carried in, breakneck, in the main gate.
Fingers of fire and smoke danced across the sky over Famagasta. With implacable courage, the last hope for the doomed Makayan people surged towards the breach in the defenses.
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The battle of Farmagasta
Godwin’s hope
Makay
“I don’t care about the other continent, get me some reinforcements now! We’re in danger of losing our citadel.” Sachay all but pleaded with her superiors over the com as the shockwave from the destruction wrought on the gate shakes the citadel.
“We’re redirecting an overpack now, Eta one hour. If capture is imminent you’re under orders to overload the reactor, citadel seven out.”
“Understood.” Sachay gulps softly, that’d send her to her ancestors sooner than she’d planned. The image on the screen replaced by a spinning logo as she turns away.
“They’ve breached the main gate citymistress.”….And when she heard those words she realized that twenty minutes is far far too long. She turns to the reactor control panel.
Outside the remaining citadel defence laser opened up, focused on the chokepoint of the shattered entrance and the area beyond it. Crimson beam stabbing down from above and raking through the onrushing rebels, flesh burning and blood boiling in an instant as the dreadful spotlight shined upon the horde and slid left and right, raking them with pure death.
“Take aim…fire.” The lancer pack dropped down onto one knee, lance rifles moved to their shoulders in unison and taking aim at the breach. Their shields flicking down a moment as they fire, narrow beams stabbing out and punching through multiple bodies charging the gate to slice limb from body and bore bloody holes in torsos. Return fire bouncing off their shields as they come back up, trailing cables linking them to the citadel’s own powersupply. Lances cooling off with a hiss and firing again to pour more death into the breach as the Chamaran’s hold the line and their thralls fall back further towards the base of the citadel itself.
The citadel laser’s fire starts to become more sporadic as it has to swivel to shoot down missiles aimed at itself and with that the amount of rebels charging the breach increases heavily. The Chamaran lancer pack falling back into the citadel itself as the hail of fire overwhelms shields and causes suits to stiffen and bodies to wound where the skinsuits fail to entirely stop the bullets. The Chamaran’s taking out the stairs up from the ground floor with explosive charges as they retreat into the citadel.
Despite this being but a minor location the citadel of Farmagasta has many many levels, and on every level corridors are being covered with killing fields, rooms rigged with explosives, entrances barricaded with anything available and the Chamaran’s set themselves up to hold until relieved. Their backs to the wall and their prayers issued forth to their ancestors to watch over them as they prepare for a relentless asssault.
The battle of Farmagasta
Godwin’s hope
Makay
“I don’t care about the other continent, get me some reinforcements now! We’re in danger of losing our citadel.” Sachay all but pleaded with her superiors over the com as the shockwave from the destruction wrought on the gate shakes the citadel.
“We’re redirecting an overpack now, Eta one hour. If capture is imminent you’re under orders to overload the reactor, citadel seven out.”
“Understood.” Sachay gulps softly, that’d send her to her ancestors sooner than she’d planned. The image on the screen replaced by a spinning logo as she turns away.
“They’ve breached the main gate citymistress.”….And when she heard those words she realized that twenty minutes is far far too long. She turns to the reactor control panel.
Outside the remaining citadel defence laser opened up, focused on the chokepoint of the shattered entrance and the area beyond it. Crimson beam stabbing down from above and raking through the onrushing rebels, flesh burning and blood boiling in an instant as the dreadful spotlight shined upon the horde and slid left and right, raking them with pure death.
“Take aim…fire.” The lancer pack dropped down onto one knee, lance rifles moved to their shoulders in unison and taking aim at the breach. Their shields flicking down a moment as they fire, narrow beams stabbing out and punching through multiple bodies charging the gate to slice limb from body and bore bloody holes in torsos. Return fire bouncing off their shields as they come back up, trailing cables linking them to the citadel’s own powersupply. Lances cooling off with a hiss and firing again to pour more death into the breach as the Chamaran’s hold the line and their thralls fall back further towards the base of the citadel itself.
The citadel laser’s fire starts to become more sporadic as it has to swivel to shoot down missiles aimed at itself and with that the amount of rebels charging the breach increases heavily. The Chamaran lancer pack falling back into the citadel itself as the hail of fire overwhelms shields and causes suits to stiffen and bodies to wound where the skinsuits fail to entirely stop the bullets. The Chamaran’s taking out the stairs up from the ground floor with explosive charges as they retreat into the citadel.
Despite this being but a minor location the citadel of Farmagasta has many many levels, and on every level corridors are being covered with killing fields, rooms rigged with explosives, entrances barricaded with anything available and the Chamaran’s set themselves up to hold until relieved. Their backs to the wall and their prayers issued forth to their ancestors to watch over them as they prepare for a relentless asssault.
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======Kushawni Province=======
======Benta System, Main Planetary Capital======
KPN-Kushawni Provincial News
"This was the scene early this morning high above Benta as the Bentusilion Pride of civilian tradeships and Avatar to the great Citymind made ready to get underway this morning after a Week touring the Periaphy of the inner Province. Flanked by the new Exelion Battleships, the newest and most advanced warships fieled by the new Military Starfleet. Together they leapt into Hyperspace, enroute to the Military drydocks of Celina, outermost system of the Province."
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Bridge of Bentusilion, 6 hours later
"Sir, I think it is obvious to us all by now that niether us nor our 'escorts' are headed to Celina, where are we going sir?" The midshipmen asked timidly as "Captain" Richards, Cyber Attachea to the CityMind itself looked down at the bridge crew of the immense ship.
"That, is still listed as a military Secret, and this ship, conscripted under Military law, is subject to remain on its present course untill such time as I have been orderd to share that location, along with our orders with the rest of you" The Cyber spoke coldly, noting the glares he recieved from the mostly human crew.
"I know this is not what you signed on for when you began your tenure on this ship, a ship that should never see combate. None the less I am sure you know its immense importance as both Command ship to our fleets as well as Seat of residance to the CityMind... When we arrive at our destinarion, a new, bold chapter in Kushawni History shall be written, and then you shall all be proud to be a part of it." He spok before withdrawling to the 'Thron'e an immnese Cyberinterface that linked him to the Citymind, or, the aspect of the Citymind that resided within the cavernous computers of the Bentusilion, computers unmatched by anythip in the fleet.
<>Richard, you return to me, please report to me your findings.
%The organics are ill-at ease, yet we can hardly blame them. The captains of The Exelions have both been properly briefed and our standing by when we reach our destination.
<>Excellant, I am heartend to hear such news. Is the, cargo, safely stoed away?
%Yes my lord, six production modle BusterMachines led personally by #8 are stoed in cargo hanger 12, it is fully shielded from virtually all none forms of scanning and thier presance shall not be known untill such time as they are needed.
<>Once mroe you please me. You know I am only a shadow of my true self while in this form.. I can not yet link with the FleetComand and must rely upon you as my eyes and ears in the Organics world.
%of course my Lord, you may always relay upon me.
======Benta System, Main Planetary Capital======
KPN-Kushawni Provincial News
"This was the scene early this morning high above Benta as the Bentusilion Pride of civilian tradeships and Avatar to the great Citymind made ready to get underway this morning after a Week touring the Periaphy of the inner Province. Flanked by the new Exelion Battleships, the newest and most advanced warships fieled by the new Military Starfleet. Together they leapt into Hyperspace, enroute to the Military drydocks of Celina, outermost system of the Province."
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Bridge of Bentusilion, 6 hours later
"Sir, I think it is obvious to us all by now that niether us nor our 'escorts' are headed to Celina, where are we going sir?" The midshipmen asked timidly as "Captain" Richards, Cyber Attachea to the CityMind itself looked down at the bridge crew of the immense ship.
"That, is still listed as a military Secret, and this ship, conscripted under Military law, is subject to remain on its present course untill such time as I have been orderd to share that location, along with our orders with the rest of you" The Cyber spoke coldly, noting the glares he recieved from the mostly human crew.
"I know this is not what you signed on for when you began your tenure on this ship, a ship that should never see combate. None the less I am sure you know its immense importance as both Command ship to our fleets as well as Seat of residance to the CityMind... When we arrive at our destinarion, a new, bold chapter in Kushawni History shall be written, and then you shall all be proud to be a part of it." He spok before withdrawling to the 'Thron'e an immnese Cyberinterface that linked him to the Citymind, or, the aspect of the Citymind that resided within the cavernous computers of the Bentusilion, computers unmatched by anythip in the fleet.
<>Richard, you return to me, please report to me your findings.
%The organics are ill-at ease, yet we can hardly blame them. The captains of The Exelions have both been properly briefed and our standing by when we reach our destination.
<>Excellant, I am heartend to hear such news. Is the, cargo, safely stoed away?
%Yes my lord, six production modle BusterMachines led personally by #8 are stoed in cargo hanger 12, it is fully shielded from virtually all none forms of scanning and thier presance shall not be known untill such time as they are needed.
<>Once mroe you please me. You know I am only a shadow of my true self while in this form.. I can not yet link with the FleetComand and must rely upon you as my eyes and ears in the Organics world.
%of course my Lord, you may always relay upon me.
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==Edge of Union Space==
==Haruhiist-Union Skirmish Site 1==
Vice Admiral Ferguson's face was devoid of expression as he and his forces pressed the attack on the desperately wounded enemy battleship. Even as the task force was savaged by missiles and jouged open by glimmering coilgun rounds, the Union naval vessels focused their fire to compensate for the defensive measures put up by the enemy destroyers: though they were valiantly defending the ailing vessel, the sheer volume of firepower still being put out by the ragged black warships was far too much for their defensive fields alone to handle.
Even as the task force pounced on the Haruhiist ship like a pack of predators on a desperately injured prey animal, they also turned their considerable firepower upon one of the enemy fleet's smaller cruisers, one of the many ships angrily striking at the New London's rapidly-failing superstructure: this volume of firepower dwarfed even what was being directed against the Haruhiist battleship. Vice Admiral Ferguson felt some degree of satisfaction that another one of the numerous ships to have struck out against him would almost surely die.
Despite the fierce resistance of the task force body and the fire support of the still-retreating, now-distant Radiant Dawn and Sentinel, it was clear which way this battle was going. The twin 255-class heavy cruisers were buried under a hail of firepower from the enemy cruisers even as they fought back. The Frontier was the first of the two to finally fail, its sleek black hull suddenly illuminated from within by a massive powerplant failure. The Gauntlet lasted only a moment longer before an enemy missile found and cored the bridge, silencing the ship's posthuman master forever. The ship had no chance to recover: enemy destroyer and cruiser fire tore at it until there was little left but a floating, burning hulk.
Vice Admiral Ferguson was faring little better than his heavy cruisers. The complex ECM suites carried by the 121-class destroyers tried and failed to ward off the torrent of fire that was eating the New London alive. Indeed, there was little anyone could do but watch as the enemy dreadnought fired its paired primary energy weapons, their tremendous destuctive forces savaging the New London and rendering it twisted and barely-recognizable. Vice Admiral Ferguson staggered under the massive neuro-feedback as whole decks of his ship were burned open, exposed to the vacuum, and then washed in annihilating energy. The Vice Admiral, perhaps for the first time in the battle, felt the trickle of mortal fear that came to all doomed men. Clamping down, he opened a link to those ships that still remained, "Yield for no one," he boomed defiantly, "we are the sword and the shield of civilization. Let's make these barbarians rue the day they challenged us," with this said, Ferguson closed the comlink and refocused his mind, ordering his crew in machine-speak to redouble their duties.
The New London, riddled with glowing holes and quickly coming apart under enemy fire, fought on.
Damage Report
Standard Combat Round
Haruhiist Forces
Damage Output: 25.275 (unadjusted) 24.025 (adjusted for D)
Damage Received: 14.725 (unadjusted) 12.475 (adjusted for D)
Remaining Ships: 1 HareHare, 3 Hirano, 9 Lee
Remaining Ship HP: Max
Ships Lost: 1 KyoAni ("Bandai"), 1 Hirano
Union Forces
Damage Output: 14.725 (unadjusted) 12.475 (adjusted for D)
Damage Received: 25.275 (unadjusted) 24.025 (adjusted for D)
Remaining Ships: 1 Cheetah, 3 Stiletto, 5 Wolf (+ retreating Stiletto & Wolf)
Remaining Ship HP: New London - 3.075 Stiletto(x3) - 7.6 Wolf - 3.6 Wolf(x4) - 3.2 Radiant Dawn - 1.2 Sentinel - 2.05
Ships Lost: 2 Broadsword
Notes: Ships lost for Haruhiist forces, as always, assume that things hit what they're aimed at (minus what D soaks up). Some figures have been rounded down: both of the Broadswords technically have .2 HP, but this really is completely negligable, so I'm counting them as dead. The Radiant Dawn and Sentinel are retreating and are now outside full effective enemy fire range. There are 4 turns remaining until they escape (due to the reduced +I present).
==Haruhiist-Union Skirmish Site 1==
Vice Admiral Ferguson's face was devoid of expression as he and his forces pressed the attack on the desperately wounded enemy battleship. Even as the task force was savaged by missiles and jouged open by glimmering coilgun rounds, the Union naval vessels focused their fire to compensate for the defensive measures put up by the enemy destroyers: though they were valiantly defending the ailing vessel, the sheer volume of firepower still being put out by the ragged black warships was far too much for their defensive fields alone to handle.
Even as the task force pounced on the Haruhiist ship like a pack of predators on a desperately injured prey animal, they also turned their considerable firepower upon one of the enemy fleet's smaller cruisers, one of the many ships angrily striking at the New London's rapidly-failing superstructure: this volume of firepower dwarfed even what was being directed against the Haruhiist battleship. Vice Admiral Ferguson felt some degree of satisfaction that another one of the numerous ships to have struck out against him would almost surely die.
Despite the fierce resistance of the task force body and the fire support of the still-retreating, now-distant Radiant Dawn and Sentinel, it was clear which way this battle was going. The twin 255-class heavy cruisers were buried under a hail of firepower from the enemy cruisers even as they fought back. The Frontier was the first of the two to finally fail, its sleek black hull suddenly illuminated from within by a massive powerplant failure. The Gauntlet lasted only a moment longer before an enemy missile found and cored the bridge, silencing the ship's posthuman master forever. The ship had no chance to recover: enemy destroyer and cruiser fire tore at it until there was little left but a floating, burning hulk.
Vice Admiral Ferguson was faring little better than his heavy cruisers. The complex ECM suites carried by the 121-class destroyers tried and failed to ward off the torrent of fire that was eating the New London alive. Indeed, there was little anyone could do but watch as the enemy dreadnought fired its paired primary energy weapons, their tremendous destuctive forces savaging the New London and rendering it twisted and barely-recognizable. Vice Admiral Ferguson staggered under the massive neuro-feedback as whole decks of his ship were burned open, exposed to the vacuum, and then washed in annihilating energy. The Vice Admiral, perhaps for the first time in the battle, felt the trickle of mortal fear that came to all doomed men. Clamping down, he opened a link to those ships that still remained, "Yield for no one," he boomed defiantly, "we are the sword and the shield of civilization. Let's make these barbarians rue the day they challenged us," with this said, Ferguson closed the comlink and refocused his mind, ordering his crew in machine-speak to redouble their duties.
The New London, riddled with glowing holes and quickly coming apart under enemy fire, fought on.
Damage Report
Standard Combat Round
Haruhiist Forces
Damage Output: 25.275 (unadjusted) 24.025 (adjusted for D)
Damage Received: 14.725 (unadjusted) 12.475 (adjusted for D)
Remaining Ships: 1 HareHare, 3 Hirano, 9 Lee
Remaining Ship HP: Max
Ships Lost: 1 KyoAni ("Bandai"), 1 Hirano
Union Forces
Damage Output: 14.725 (unadjusted) 12.475 (adjusted for D)
Damage Received: 25.275 (unadjusted) 24.025 (adjusted for D)
Remaining Ships: 1 Cheetah, 3 Stiletto, 5 Wolf (+ retreating Stiletto & Wolf)
Remaining Ship HP: New London - 3.075 Stiletto(x3) - 7.6 Wolf - 3.6 Wolf(x4) - 3.2 Radiant Dawn - 1.2 Sentinel - 2.05
Ships Lost: 2 Broadsword
Notes: Ships lost for Haruhiist forces, as always, assume that things hit what they're aimed at (minus what D soaks up). Some figures have been rounded down: both of the Broadswords technically have .2 HP, but this really is completely negligable, so I'm counting them as dead. The Radiant Dawn and Sentinel are retreating and are now outside full effective enemy fire range. There are 4 turns remaining until they escape (due to the reduced +I present).