View Full Version : The Sketchian War
In the Imperial palace
A briefing of foreign and domestic situations for Das Sketch, and general overall council of strategy. Commander Gendo Ikari, chief of intelligence, starts it off with a nod from the leader, Das Sketch.
Ikari: As you all know, the war on Melkor has left us in a perilous situation, Of all the space assests fielded, nearly a third had been destroyed. The failed assualt on the WorldDisc has angered many powerful nations. The threat of hostilities is imminent. Although the Angelans has withdrawn from known space, it is a certainty that they will be back. It is assumed that they are currently conducting repairs on the WorldDisc. Records of the battle show a significant amount of debris left behind after the WorldDisc warped away. Intellgience predicts that the WorldDisc will be fully recovered within 20 cycles. The chances of an Angelan led retalitory strike following the recovery are almost guaranteed. Sources say that the Angelans will be out for blood. I suggest that we take measures to prepare for such an eventuality.
Ikari turns to Fleet Admiral Andrey Kalinin, Commander of the Seraphim Fleet, gesturing for him to continue the breif.
Kalinin: As of the present moment, the fleet assets that we do have at our disposal are the commandship Avatar, 34 star destroyers, 3 carriers, 10 troop transports, 86 frigates, 6 orbital shipyards, and 2 mobile shipyards. The Justice and 6 star destroyers are scheduled to be completed within 5 cycles. I have taken the liberty of altering the records to show that the seven ships about to be completed will not be done for another 15 cycles. The less the enemy thinks we have, the easier it is to suprise them. I have also given out orders to the mobile shipyards to quietly hide in systems not belonging to us. Right now they are valuable assets that can be better protected outside our territory.
The greatest threat to us right now is the combined fleets of the Trium. Together they have multiple fleets that far out number ours by at least fifteen to one. In short, we do not stand a chance. Luckily, upon review of strategies and general policies of the Trium members, it is not the space battle that will matter. Because of their heavy investment into space assets, and their general policy of peaceful negotiation, their ground troops are less overwhelming. There is a strong probability that they will restrain from using heavy orbital bombardment on strategic targets, due to their reluctance to injure the civilian population. That means that they will have to engage in an oputright invasion via ground forces. Here, we still maintain our full military strength, numbering 5 million ground troops, 1 million armored units, and 10 thousand aircraft. And these are just our active military members, we are capable of calling up another 10 million in reserve troops if nessessary. With the advantages of fortified defensive postions, barring any major orbital bombardment, we stand a good chance of repulsing any attempts at a large scale ground assualt.
Bear in mind, that this assumption is based on the fact that the enemy will be unwilling to kill civilians. There is a strong chance that our attack on the WorldDisc may result in a demand for blood. Do not be mistaken, the Angelans will be out for blood.
Kalinin, done with his part of the brief, takes a seat and drinks a sip of water. As he glanced briefly at Das Sketch, whom he carefully avoided eye contact with up until now, he saw a baleful eye piercing into his soul. Quickly he turned away. Sir Roger Smith, minister of foreign affairs begins to speak.
Smith: Although we have yet to actually break off our "Friendship Treaty", as mentioned earlier, it is safe to assume that it no longer exists. Before the war, several Trium members had official liasons attached to our foreign relations deparment. As of right now, they are under house arrest. With your permission I would like to arrange for an exchange of diplomatic personnel with those Trium members.
Smith pauses, looking at Das Sketch, waiting for a response. After a moment of silence, he answers.
Das Sketch: Until further notice, there is to be no contact with any of the Trium members. Continue.
Smith: Yes my Lord. Because of the treacherous nature of our attack, we cannot expect an overwhelming support from allies. There are very few nations willing to risk the wrath of the Trium. Those who are, are currently licking their own wounds from the war. I recommend seeking out sympathetic nations not previously associated to us in order to establish a larger base of support. To be frank, we need all the help we can get.
Although clearly finished, his posture indicates they he desires an answer for the unasked question. Das Sketch gestures for him to sit down.
Das Sketch: You may find other nations like us, but screen them carefully, for they may fall on us as easily as they would help us.
To the final presenter, Baron Frederick von Strauss, minister of internal affairs -
Das Sketch: And what do you have for us?
von Strauss: Resistance movements have been unsually quiet since the war, I suspect that the leaders may be in communication with outsiders. The general populace does not know about the war, nor do they have an inkling of our broken treaty. News of our involvement may cause a problem should it be prematurely released. I recommend that a public announcement be made. Appropriate materials have already been set aside for your approval.
von Strauss sets down a folder of papers, which Das Sketch ignores, gesturing for him to continue.
von Strauss: Because of the sensitive nature of the situation, I think it would be prudent to keep the scheduled sector sweeps as routine as possible. No need to inflame the populace at this time. However, in order to prevent the resistance from taking advantage in the lull in security, I suggest that we round up all the known mambers right now. This isn't the time to run long term operations, we need all our internal problems put to rest for the time being. This action will grant us a short respite and allow us to concentrate on the matter at hand.
With that, von Strauss concludes his presentation. Das Sketch stands and addresses the entire board.
Das Sketch: Very well, I want to be kept up to date on all proceedings. Carry out your preparations.
With a sweep of his dark cape, Das Sketch exits the room. The other four people however, remain seated.
Smith: What do you think our chances are Andrey?
Kalinin: We don't stand a chance in space and the odds are only slightly better on the ground. I would make sure to be ready for all eventualities.
von Strauss: But you said that...
Kalinin: I said what he wanted to hear. I told Lord Darcia that it would be unwise to prevoke the Trium, but he did so anyways. And now, he still believes that we stand a chance. Tens of thousands of men I sent to their deaths, and for what? Someone else's cause. I'll be damned if....
Ikari: Be careful what say fleet admiral, the loss of our greatest tactician would be a blow to our defense. I suggest that you begin the preparations of your forces.
Kalinin: For the people of the Imperium, I will give my all.
A few days later...........
***Public Sevice Announcement***
Attention citizens of Sketch
We have been betrayed! Our supposed allies, the Triumverate of Yut, have violated our Friendship Treaty!
In an unprovoked attack on our vessels, they slaughtered tens of thousands of our brave soldiers.
{A video of star destroyers being fired upon is played, the footage shows no signs of return fire}
{Sound recording of Senior commander's surrender is played}
Even after our valiant commander pleaded for mercy and surrendered, these savages continued to pound our ships. In a brave attempt to escape, three ships managed to escape, the rest were destroyed. We mourn the loss of these brave soldiers, our sons, and we will remeber there names for the day when we will bring justice to those who betrayed us.
Hear now, enemies of Sketch! We will not stand for such treachery! We will give in to your imperialist demands! We will not tolerate your slaughter of innocence! Your crimes will not go unpunished! There will be a reckoning!
Citizens of Sketch! I implore you! Seek out the traitors to our great nation. They are the cancer which will eat us from within. If the Trium is the beast from without, the traitors are the disease from within. We must rid ourselves of their evil scheming ways! They seek to destroy the foundations of peace and order which we worked so hard to create. We cannot allow this! Without order there is chaos and anarchy! And with chaos there is death and destruction! The very existence of Sketch is being threatened, we must defend it!
{cut to patriotic music}
[A great roar is heard as crowds beggin to spontaneously cheer]
***End Public Service Announcement***
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Meanwhile, during the announcement....
The police forces of all the major cities are mobilized. Black unmarked vehicles are seen everywhere, imposing G-men direct armies of law enforcement agents to known resistance sites. Firefights erupt all around the major resistance centers. Smaller groups are overwhelmed and easily captured. A few cases of isolated holdouts are dealt with extreme force. The Amry is called in to take care of those not in public view.
By the end of the day, all major resistance cells are completely wiped out. Leaving only a handful cell members to collect the remaining pieces.
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[OOC]Only IC comments, and keep them to a minimum if your not directly involved. Ie. If your not in the Trium or your not allied to me, then you're not directly involved. OOC comments can be TGed to me. If you wish to become involved, TG me or a Trium member.
Deep beneath the Europan surface, the subMainframe flickers to life, its long-inactive processors come online, and the construct/minds enhabiting the vast subeuropannean chamber come to life as well.
[Internal={Angelic Skies}] The Mainframe of Angelus requires us! We are to begin sequencing as ordered.
Great engines grind to life, and the massive GF Battledrone (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/gfbattledrone.html) biofacilities begin their slow process leading up to full production.
[Internal={Angelic Skies}] We are to be limited to the Ground. Work well, and We can go to the stars to join Our bretheren! We were created for an event such as this, and We shall not fail in Our task!
The Mainframe begins to work, sending electronic feelers out to detect onramps into Sketchan systems, finding less-than-secure pathways to begin its slow infestation of the Sketchan computer networks.
###BEGIN TRANSMISSION###
~>Route: Automata X14 - Angelic Skies Mainframe - Angelus
:
{We are begining. Expect production of the GF Battledrones to begin at}
{optimum rates in 3 days. Sketchen systems infiltration has already begun}
{and estimated to be complete in 1 day.}
{We are ready.}
:
~>Route closed
###END TRANSMISSION###
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Automata X14
Speaker of Angelic Skies
imported_Angelus
16-08-2003, 07:43
###BEGIN TRANSMISSION###
~>Route: Automata X1 - Angelus Mainframe - Angelic Skies
:
{Well done. When you have achieved system infiltration, delay system interaction}
{until the command is given.}
:
~>Route closed
###END TRANSMISSION###
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http://www.silentrequiem.net/littlexan.jpg (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus)
Automata X1
First Among Equals
http://www.silentrequiem.net/triumvirate/images/trium_insig.gif (http://www.silentrequiem.net/triumvirate/)
Membership: Triumvirate of Yut, DeusExHumanaConsortium
imported_Berserker
16-08-2003, 07:45
Elsewhere, another meeting is taking place in a very secure location:
Intel Officer 1:"....So, as you can see, the ships are clearly Sketchian."
Wounded-but-not-out Sky Marshal Starwind: "Obviously, I WAS there."
IntOf1: "Sorry Sir." He clicks a button bringing up a list of names, numbers, locations etc. "As you can see here, " The page zooms on a list of 10 names, "We still have 10 diplomats in Sketch. All methods of contact have failed, and Sketch isn't responding to any attempts at communication."
Sky Marshal Knives: "Probable Situations?"
IntOf2: "Well, there are reports of increased police activity, and apparently they are dealing with anti-government forces." *Switch to Sketchian broadcast*
Maica: "So their blaming this on us. Clever, altough not perfect."
IntOf1: "It looks like we've got them scared."
Knives: "Which means?"
IntOf1: "That either they have killed are diplomats and don't want us to know for fear of getting us angry..."
Starwind: "They already did that."
IntOf1: "Or, they're holding our diplomats as possible bargaining cards.
Maica: "Course of action."
TacOf: "For the diplomat situation, we continue diplomatic pressure. If that's not working, we move to a extraction operation. Preferably covert. We could sneak Spec. Ops. into Sketchian space and conduct an In-Out Op to gather our people."
Maica: "What about the WorldDisc attack?"
"TacOf: "We're coordinating with the rest of the Trium on that one."
Maica: "Very well"
---The meeting continues.
Shortly following the public service announcement (basically the same time as the sweeepeer squads)
***Military wide announcement***
From: Fleet Commander Andrey Kalinin
To: Sketchen armed forces
Subj: Force level change alert
Msg: All military bases are now to raise their force level to Orange. All civilians are to be removed from all military installations and a lock down initiated. All troops are to be called back from leave and restricted to on base movement. Base commanders are to prepare their troops for wartime setting.
***End Message***
The Justice and her 6 star destroyers escorts, scheduled to be completed in 20 cycles, are quietly guided out of the mobile shipyard. A minimal amount of ceremony was given, namely the christianing of the ship and the smashing of the bottle, to keep things as quiet as possible.
Once clear of the shipyard, the ships initiate their first warp sequence. Their destination is known only to the priveldged few. Within an 20 minutes, the ships disappear, blinking out of existence as if they were never there.
Onboard the mobile shipyard, the news of military lock down spread like wildfire. Heated argumnets arise as civilian contractors are told that they will not be able to go home, over even contact their loved ones.
The shipyard itself calculates for a jump to a nearby neubula, hoping to find refuge in the swirling gases within.
imported_Angelus
16-08-2003, 08:01
Omicron Blu (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/wingblu.jpg) stands lightly on the floor of the massive dojo within the Organic Sector on the WorldDisc. Five GF Battledrones, (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/gfbattledrone.html) and two GF Battledrone Elite (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/gfbattledrone2.html) stand before her, their weapons held tightly in their spiked fists.
She looks at them, and they raise their weapons. We begin training now. Take what you learn here and spread the knowledge among your bretheren. Soon, my children, you will go to war.
She steps forward and the drones spread out around her. The standards are carrying long sawblades, while the twin Elites carry longswords that hum softly in the air before them.
Blu nods, and two of the standards rush in, one attacking high, while the other attacking low with a vicious legswipe with the deadly sawblade. Blu lifts her spear and blocks the higher attack while neatly jumping over the lower one. She lashes out hard with her left leg, connecting squarely in the chest of the first Standard to get close, easily crushing his chest. She slams her spear down hard and leaps away, flicking the butt of the spear up to catch the other standard hard in the chin, shattering his jaw.
She lands and lashes out with the sharpened tip of her spear, slicing neatly through the abdomen of another standard, cutting it completely in half.
She smiles and looks at the four drones before her.
Come to me, my children...
At the Megalith Station
Fleet Commander Andrey Kalinin addresses the fleet gathered at Megaltih Station.
Kalinin: My brothers in arms, hear me, for the coming battles shall determine the fate of our great nation. Our enemies, the Triumverate of Yut are powerful. Our allies, weak and non-existent. We can no longer depend on others to aide us. We must stand alone in our crusade. We must face the onslaught with strength and courage. Our will must never falter. We are the first line of defense for the Imperium. If we fall, our enemies will overrun us, and feed upon our lands. We must not let that happen.
For the Glory of the Emporer!
{Spontaneous cheering}
{A significant increase can be seen in troop moral as preparations continue}
[OOC]Shame on me for posting this at such an ungodly hour. I need to go to sleep now. I will develop this further in the morning.
imported_Angelus
16-08-2003, 09:17
Omicron Blu (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/wingblu.jpg) floats alone above a sea of moving bodies. Thousands of battledrones fill the arena beneath her, all practicing the deadly moves that would grant them the victory.
The standards were almost hordelike in their mentality, their tactics more of an overwhelming tide. In stark contrast was the cold and precise movements of the Elite. Theirs was a structured advanced, deadly in its accuracy, chilling to watch the line upon line of blank faceplates.
Yes... The Sketchens would pay...
imported_Angelus
16-08-2003, 09:29
"You all know what is expected of you. I don't believe a one of us is going into this with eyes closed, but all the same, know this," he said, fixing them each in turn with a steely gaze.
"Going forward you have chosen to give up your humanity. You are giving up the lives you've had for the opportunity to become living, breathing, killing machines. Should anyone now at this point wish to back out, you are free to leave."
He scanned the small crowd, eyes hard. One woman at the back stood shakily, her eyes darting between him and the rest of the group eyeing her coldly.
Nodding to her, he gestures to the door. She shoots him a pitifully grateful smile and turns to go.
She never sees it coming. He draws his gun and in one smooth movement, draws a bead on the back of her head, and pulls the triger.
A loud report ... a sickening sound, and a splash of ichor ...
"Now then," he says to the rest, "It's time for our transformations. See you on the flip side, boys and girls."
One by one, they make their way to the myriad Angelan surgical centers.
The doctors know their work, and waste no time in sedating and remaking their patients in the new image proscribed for them.
Flesh and bone are removed and changed .. manipulated into the proper forms, and fitted for their new functions. Bones are hardened with plating, nanotechnology is applied via skin grafts to increase its hardness, weapons in the form of pulselasers are built into hands, and muscles are replaced with strong cabling. New joints are created, replaced with servos, and to the heart has is added a small device that allows it to pump faster and harder without rupturing. Accelerated healing measures are employed, there being no time for the more traditional approach.
And from the various med bays across the WorldDisc emerge the new forces, anxious and eager to begin their training.
He comes back to his senses as the doctor brings him out of his stupor. The by now comforting presence of the mainframe seems that much closer ... the connections more smoothly accessed.
Feels so damnably ... different. Strong. Goddamn, would you look at that? He flexes and twists, gaining new feeling and understanding in his fluid movements.
He scanned his fellow operatives, nodding in satisfaction. It's done then. And now ... now we fight.
ooc: Operatives "donated" by an anonymous nation to travel along with Strike Force Alpha. They are human, but with a very mechanical change in their appearance. Their eyes were replaced with high-powered lenses designed to see almost the full EM spectrum, in normal light, their eyes are backlit to allow vision, giving their eyes a bright glow.
A Locutus-like implant grows from the sides of their heads, with the borg redlaser attachment to allow for pinpoint accuracy in firing, and their skin has a pasty metallic sheen to it.
imported_Angelus
16-08-2003, 10:04
ooc:
Strike Force Alpha
The Semblance of Reason (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/reason.html), (1) Fallen (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/fallen.html), (2) Raptors (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/raptor.html), (2) Revnants (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/revenant.html), (2) Alliances. (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/alliance.html), and (4) BHL-44 (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/bhl44.html) cargo carriers, retrofitted for personel transport.
Each ship has been heavily modified for stealth and speed. The armament has all been upgraded to the new Cybiotic-Trillenium compound, lighter and harder than standard armor. They all have gotten a matte-black paint job, the paint a radar-reflecting paint of a metallic nature.
Each ship has also been equipped with a high-density electromagnetic field generator, to even further fück with detection sensors.
The ships have also had heavy gause cannon batteries placed onto their hulls for in-atmospheric fighting, as well as heavy chain cannons for the same purpose.
The new Sx-series construct/minds have all been programmed with every possible combat maneuver, and everything Angelus has ever known about Sketch has been placed in their databanks, as well as extensively-detailed maps of Sketchen holdings.
Troop breakdown: The BHLs are carrying the troops. (3) of the BHLs are filled with 4,000 "donated" Mechanized Humans each, as well as 2,890 Angelan Battlejeeps (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/battlejeep.jpg).
The final BHL is filled ith 2,500 GF Battledrones (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/gfbattledrone.html) and 2,500 GF Battledrone Elite (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/gfbattledrone2.html)
These forces will be deployed in the event that a station is taken over, or smaller Sketchan cities on Europa are attacked.
Omicron Blu (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/wingblu.jpg) will be leading the ground forces herself in her Combat Avatar.
(OOC: Tag for later post.)
A convoy of black SUVs travel down a long stretch of road leading through a forest. After an hour or so, the forest gives way to a large clearing, and an opulent mansion.
The estate belongs to an obscure noble who goes by the name of Lord Okum. Unbeknownst to the general populace, the lord of this estate has been dead for several years now, purged during the changing of the guard when Lord Darcia took over as Das Sketch. The estate now belongs to the intelligence agency, used to fund black ops not officially sanctioned by the government.
Groups of armed men can be seen walking patrols around the masion and through the forest. Although their clothes do not bear any resembelance to military uniforms, it is clear that the are indeed Sketchen military forces.If one had a sharp enough pair of eyes, they would notice random patches of lawn matted down as if something heavy was on them.
That would indicate the presence of AS suits (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=56805&highlight=) in the area. A quick count of patches would indicate 4 pairs of "feet" in the front lawn alone. That would mean at least one quad of AS units were present. The chances are that there will be 2 more squads patroling the forest.
The SUVs pull up to the house and the doormen come to open the doors. A group of ruffled looking passengers disembark from the vehicles, looks of bewilderment crossing their faces as they breathe in the fresh air and take in they surroundings. Obviously they were expecting something quite different. They are ushered into the mansion where the butler leads them into the main audience chamber. Here, Sir Roger Smith (minister of foreign affairs) addresses them.
Smith: I have arranged for your stay in this mansion. I figured that it would be much more pleasent than our processing centers in the capital. Cooperate with the people here and you shall be treated well. This was the best I could do for you.
Smith departs the room, sparking an outbreak of murmuring from the diplomats. Commander Ikari (chief of intelligence) enters the room, prompting them to become silent once more.
Ikari: I owed Smith a favor, so I'm doing this for him, not out of the kindness of my heart. {He smirks at that comment} You will be treated well here, the servants will see to that. However, any attempts to escape will be dealt with harshly. Any attempts to subvert the servants will not be tolerated. Any attempts to communicate with the outside world is prohibited. In short, you are to stay here and be happy about it. Those who wish to violate these ground rules will be sent to the processing center, {Ikari grins} and Smith won't be able to ensure your well being anymore.
Ikari gestures towards the butler waiting patiently by the door. As the butler enters, Ikari disappears from the room.
Butler: Now if I may show you gentlemen to your rooms......
<bump for now, real post later>
imported_Angelus
17-08-2003, 05:03
ooc:Waiting for things to finish up here:
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=61981&highlight=
Deep under Europa, the biofacilities have come completly online, and the production of the GF Battledrones (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/gfbattledrone.html) commences. The horrible drones start stepping out of the Vats like undead warriors rising from the graves, their steel-encased visages terrible to behold. They line up in deepening ranks, their steel-shod feet clicking a terrible cadance on the stone floor.
On another front, the subMainframe strengthens its connections with the Sketchan computer systems, bypassing the outlying security measures, and sinking deep within the network systems. Data floods through the Angelan subMainframe, granting even deeper access to the more sensative systems.
Finally, the subMainframe is completely immersed in the Sketchan systems, and the malfunctions begin.
{
targetAttack={Sewage System, Sector 21.b}
# Target Aquired
loadProgram="21kkel.015"
# Program Loaded. Commencing attack.
ooc: The system attack is basically going to stop the sewage systems from working in sector 21.b No forced runoffs, nothing huge and disgusting, just people will not be able to flush their toilets, or the septic tanks will overflow, or something.
Menelmacar
18-08-2003, 03:42
Six fleets gathered at Ceres... plus there was the pending Sixteenth Fleet, to be launched within the week. That would give Menelmacar over two hundred ships with which to mercilessly pound the Sketchan fools who had dared attempt to strike at a station home to so many Menelmacari. Never had so many fleets, so many ships, been massed to be pointed at a single target, never in the 32000-year history of Menelmacar. The sheer firepower that would be martialled could, theoretically, wipe the entire Sol system clean of life - and Sketch would be the recipient of its tender loving care.
Maneuvers were underway. Training. Thorons flew against one another, as did capital ships. The void was filled with the green beams of practice weaponry, striking savagely at shields, tearing at hulls, while the computer core of the massive asteroid base recorded hits and remotely shut down ship systems accordingly to reflect damage. Dogfights of fighters filled the rest of the sky as pilots duelled to hone their skills. Individually the Menelmacari capital ships were superior to anything the Sketchans could field, on a one-on-one basis. The Thorons and their sister craft superior to any TIE. And it was these superior Elven craft against which they honed their skills now, as well as against holographic representations of Sketchan ships, designed to be more capable than the real thing. They would be ready.
On the asteroid base itself, the ground troops were drilling for combat. Vast interior target ranges filled huge parts of the Menelmacari portion of an asteroid seven hundred miles in diameter, by far the largest to orbit distant Sol. Tanks rolled across hologen landscapes, practice weaponry tearing apart simulated targets. Soldiers drilled with their weaponry - monomolecular longswords and long-range plasma rifles. Mornahossë drilled constantly in their unearthly, and truly frightening, skills. The clashing of blades and the searing screams of plasma bolts filled the endless corridors of the asteroid colony.
Menelmacar had been to war before, oh yes. But never before had any been foolish enough to strike directly at so many Menelmacari. So... this was personal.
http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
High Queen and Lady Protector of Elvenkind
"We can't go around supporting the Goodness of All Things. We might be mistaken for Menelmacar."
~Education Minister Lobon, Kn-Yan
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Int'l Orgs: Triumvirate of Yut (ToY), World Business Organization (WBO), South Atlantic Treaty Organization (SATO), Space Exploration and Alien Contact Treaty Organization (SEACTO), Ur Trade Pact (UTP), Interstellar Hanseatic League (IHL), World Technological Entity (WTE), Coalition Against Elf Abuse (CAEA)
imported_Angelus
19-08-2003, 19:16
ooc: I recieved a TG from Sketch saying that his comp has gone down and he is hoping to be back by Wednesday.
Of all the skylines on Titan, it was certainly possible that Khenala had the most impressive of all, if not the most visible. Huge buildings extended high over the capital city, Khenala Prime, seeming to touch the sky with their very presence. All integrated and connected together by a series of intricate tunnels beneath the sprawling metropolis, it was indeed an impressive sight to behold.
And it was from high within these Spires that Andrew Seal observed the City below, sprawling in its size below him. The slight opening and closing of the door behind him signifies the entrance of a person, yet he does not turn. He knows who has entered, and why.
"It is done."
Three words, spoken quietly, mean so much. But Seal himself could see with his own eyes that it truly was "done", as several large Sakkran transport ships landed in the distant ground-based Spaceport, easily visible from his high vantage point in the City.
Elsewhere, his troops were training like never before. The only fighting his people had ever done were in numerous Civil Wars of the fractious Khenalian states before being united under one Government by two prominent Khenalian families. But even with the long period of time since their last true battles, the now united Armies of Khenala were always training for when they would be needed.
For they would be needed.
And they would be needed soon.
He turned from his window, facing his brother. "The Council awaits." And with that he departed, ready to face his people, and address their cries for Sketchan blood over their treacherous attack.
http://members.aol.com/FumetsuGolf/andrew_ns.jpg
Prime Minister Andrew Seal
Empire of Khenala
Deep underground, the subMainframe continues its silent attack on the Sketchan systems. Slowly, it begins to absorb system after system, letting them come under its complete control.
On the surface, things do not change, not the slightest glitch to show that the systems are no longer under control of the technicians that continue to work long hours in the control centres.
The subMainframe follows every one of their orders, patching the commands through to the individual systems that are now under its control. And then, another glitch, another systems failure. On the colder sections of Europa, power to the heating mechanisms fail or become increasingly sporadic, dropping the citizens their into a frostbitten chill.
And still the biofacilities continue to churn out the biomechanical monsters...
imported_Angelus
23-08-2003, 23:34
(up!)
[OOC] Just so you all know why I haven't been posting on these threads. My hard drive has been fried, soooooooo, I don't have any of the RPs that I have prepared for this. I do not intend to continue this until I fix my computer, which may be quite a while. I'm replacing the Mobo, CPU, HD, and case...its gonna cost me some green that I don't have right now. So until I can guarantee myself a computer to work with, everything involving me will have to go on hold. Carry on.
[OOC] Just so you all know why I haven't been posting on these threads. My hard drive has been fried, soooooooo, I don't have any of the RPs that I have prepared for this. I do not intend to continue this until I fix my computer, which may be quite a while. I'm replacing the Mobo, CPU, HD, and case...its gonna cost me some green that I don't have right now. So until I can guarantee myself a computer to work with, everything involving me will have to go on hold. Carry on.
((OOC: Sorry to hear, hope you come back soon.))
[OOC]
OK people, I got some good news.....I may be up within a week or 2. I just got a shipment of a bunch of random :shock: computer parts to work with. So I should well on my towards rebuilding my dead machine. Unfortunately.....my hard drive is still in the mail, if not still on back order... :? Mind you, when I get my computer up and running, my priorities would be focused on getting back my prefered settings, and d/ling p0rn :wink: j/k But, just as a heads up, I will be back for good soon.
[OOC]
Even better news, I have received all the parts for my comp, and have rebuilt my comp. Now if only I can get it to run properly :? I hope to be up and running in time to begin full scale RP by this weekend.
imported_Angelus
02-09-2003, 07:06
ooc:
w00t! *cracks her knuckles*
imported_Angelus
18-09-2003, 01:39
*up*
They slid from the shadow of the Moon, silver darts drifting through the dust and gas of the void, parting the obscuring microparticles as they came free of the pitted, bombarded satelite that hid the teeming planet of Earth.
Sleek craft, whose silver form represented as much a work of art than a vessel whose life was spent, and ultimatley ended in the freezing depths of space.
A rarity in open space once more quietly whispered to the Universe its existance,
The Kaenei would leave their homeworld once more-
Angelus would go to war, and they would not see out the conflict unaided.
**************
Kalenia woke with a start, her mind struggling to counciousness as her body bolted upright. Without a thought she brought a hand to her forehead, and felt the clammy feel of sweat coat her furrowed brow.
Swinging her feet over the bed, she slowly climbed to her feet, brushing her hair back behind her ears and away from her irritated face. Groping along the wall, she located the illumination controls and crudely slapped them until they gave into her request.
Stumbling slightly in the harsh light that bathed her, Kalenia moved to her small desk. Her attention was quickly absorbed as she caught sight of her last journal entry, the leather bound book still open at the page she had written in only yesterday evening.....
We go now, for more honourable reasons can be said, and for more selfish whims than we would rather forget. For we go to honour and assist our beloved Angelus.
We go now not becuase they need us, but becuase we are able to assist. That should be reason enough.
But we go for reasons selfish also. We have lost a great number of our people. Kaeneians lost when the vile forces of Sketch did attack the most Holy WorldDisc.
Kalenia continued reading, turning a page slowly.
And those Serpants did claw, and snatch at the gates of heaven. But though they sneered and bestenched the holy doorway they could gain no entry to it. But they did so burn the gates, so never again could they be closed with the resolute assuredness they once claimed.
She took a moment to think as she finished reading the quote. She remembered it well, it had been written in scripture as the explenation of the attack on the WorldDisc, she had known many of her friends who had forced themselves to memorise it for instant recital. Casting her eyes down she continued on-
Earth is but a receding spot in the void once more. We set course for the Jovian system, for WayStation Zero-One-One. Beloved Angelus will transport us, and we shall descend with the rightious fury that the Serpents of Sketch do require to send them under the sun baked rocks they were spawned from, and not allowed to return for one thousand years and a day.
Reading her fill, Kalenia turned her attentions to readying herself for her shift. Taking a few moments to properly hygienate herself, she donned her service overalls, and turned to exit the door.
She stopped, turning towards the viewport as the door obiedently opened.
Focusing on what she could see was the distant shine of Europa, she whispered-
"We will be there for you."
imported_Angelus
19-09-2003, 06:11
# The Kaenians have arrived at waystation-011.
> Excellent. Their assistance brings Us great joy. To fight alongside the Remnants
> of the Gaelistis Gens is an honor.
# The Emperor would have been proud. We whisper prayers to Him, to the
# Elders... And They respond with Glittering Spires, and Liquid Fire.
> The Vengange wraught by Our hands will be final. The sacrilige will not go
> unpunished.
~*~
The black metal cogs of the Waystation (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/vuurkai.jpg) began to spin, their internal gravitics coming online to present the Kaenians a gravitiy similar to their own.
Spidercarriers crawl all over the interior, preparing it as best they can for their guests, decorating it in the austere beauty that marked the ancient Caelistis Gens, modifying it to fit the more modern Kaenian taste.
Citizen Tiolle looked nervously across the vast entryway towards the massive holoimage of the Emperor standing in the center of the entryway looking towards the lock leading to the docking ports. The Emperor's gaze was cool and dispassionate, while at the same time, inviting and warm.
She nods and adjusts her uniform a bit before once more turning towards the door and waits.
imported_Angelus
19-09-2003, 06:40
ooc:
Apparently the MelkWank is being retconned, which means all of this is completely meaningless.
Sketch did not attack the WorldDisc, and the WorldDisc did not leave Triumvirate space.
While I am leaning towards agreeing with the Retcon, I will take opinions.
ooc:
Apparently the MelkWank is being retconned, which means all of this is completely meaningless.
Sketch did not attack the WorldDisc, and the WorldDisc did not leave Triumvirate space.
While I am leaning towards agreeing with the Retcon, I will take opinions.
Much as my opinion means nothing, that's the first I'd heard of retconning the entire thing. Who's discussing it? People on both sides, or merely the attackers?
ooc:
Apparently the MelkWank is being retconned, which means all of this is completely meaningless.
Sketch did not attack the WorldDisc, and the WorldDisc did not leave Triumvirate space.
While I am leaning towards agreeing with the Retcon, I will take opinions.
OOC: Hmm, thats not so good.... :?
ooc:
Apparently the MelkWank is being retconned, which means all of this is completely meaningless.
Sketch did not attack the WorldDisc, and the WorldDisc did not leave Triumvirate space.
While I am leaning towards agreeing with the Retcon, I will take opinions.
OOC: A lot of RP around the Sketchian attack has been set in play already. It would suck to reverse all that.
Plus, this has the potential to be a very kickass RP, it would also be a shame to give it up.
imported_Angelus
19-09-2003, 15:53
Much as my opinion means nothing, that's the first I'd heard of retconning the entire thing. Who's discussing it? People on both sides, or merely the attackers?
ooc: I was shown a short log from an IRC discussion envolving Melkor and D'ron, speaking with Omz and Oglethorpia. (Imnsvale was also a part of the discussion, but was a part of neither side) From the way that it read, it was Melk's idea to retcon.
Personally, I would rather the melkwank did not happen, as it would put Angelus in much higher standing with the Triumvirate. However, it would completely whipe a rather large chunk of RP from existance.
[16:57] * Alkanphel retcons the war. "Fucking assholes"
[16:58] * El_Presidente has quit IRC (Quit: )
[16:58] <omz_dinner> They probably misundersttod, even if you posted
[16:58] <omz_dinner> *stood
[16:58] <Imnsvale> retcons?
[16:58] * omz_dinner is now known as omz
[16:58] <Imnsvale> Was ist das?
[16:58] <Oglethorpia> Ja
[16:58] <PresidentD`ron> To pretend it never happened.
[16:58] <Alkanphel> retroactively converted
[16:59] <Alkanphel> basically, these people are being world class ****s to me OOC, thus I have no desire to RP with them
[16:59] <Imnsvale> I see...
[16:59] <PresidentD`ron> Damn it man, I was getting ready to smoke the New Genoan first and second fleets...
[16:59] <Oglethorpia> Ich hiesse James (woohoo, simple German sentence!)
[16:59] <Alkanphel> I was getting ready to smoke the whole country
imported_Angelus
19-09-2003, 15:55
ooc:
Idea. We could play the Sketchan War out to its completion, with the knowledge that none of it truely exists, and then retcon it when it is finished.
That way, we would get the pleasure out of the roleplay, but not have to worry about it affecting anything else in the current timeline.
OOC: I was of the understanding that Melkor here was referring to the New Genoan war, which happened after the big Melkor war. Howerver, I hesitate to put words in anyone's mouth here.
OOC: No, the only major things being retconned are the attack on New Genoa & much of the old Morgoth Raises His Guns thread.
OOC: No, the only major things being retconned are the attack on New Genoa & much of the old Morgoth Raises His Guns thread.
OOC: I think that was what I said in regards to NG. :) And you are correct in the "Morgoth raises his guns" thread since the following Melkor war occurred after that - with all of its related threads.
OOC: No, the only major things being retconned are the attack on New Genoa & much of the old Morgoth Raises His Guns thread.
OOC: I think that was what I said in regards to NG. :) And you are correct in the "Morgoth raises his guns" thread since the following Melkor war occurred after that - with all of its related threads.
The Territory
19-09-2003, 16:10
OOC: In my not so humble opinion, trying to roll back events would be a bad. This war has had far-ranging consequences, and one can conveniently forget about some things (like the endless bitching) while keeping the general storylines moving.
If the war is so bad, one can just assume it petered out after the thread died.
Scolopendra
19-09-2003, 16:44
*in gravely falsetto*
Teen NS'r Squad!
Robot Country!
Spacewanker!
Evil-Dude!
The Ugly One!
...
The Ugly One: "Let's have a war and look SO GOOD!"
Evil-Dude: "Ai'ght."
Robot Country: "Ai'ght."
Spacewanker: "Do we have to?" *whack* "Ai'ght."
...
RETCONNED!
Spacewanker: "Ow, my plotline!"
IT'S OVER!
http://www.homestarrunner.com/seriouslysm.jpg
--Hearty Aerospace Pirate Cap'n Scolo
Steel Butterfly
19-09-2003, 16:48
OOC: Sketch has time for this but not our charter :x
The Keanei Flagship Angel slowly eased her way towards the towering form of Waystation Zero-One-One, her arrowed hull slowly passing over the midsection of the immense station.
Slowly, her engines gave her the last push needed to come into contact with the docking clamps, and they swung downwards. Taking hold just aft of her command bridge.
From the smaller fleet craft that observed the procedure, some bemusement evident at the courtship of the station, slowly enticing the greaceful craft closer, and closer until eventually she enters its embrace, ending only once the clamps free her and she is cast adrift once more.
Surely, yet at a far slower pace the docking ports of the station are taken up as various other craft complete their connections.
The Keanei had completed the first step of their journey, which would end only when the final enemy soldier fell, only when his uniform displayed the brutal gore of the rightous fury the Keanei set out to release.
***************
Citizen Frohimer slowly rose from his Command throne, his eyes casting over the now empty command bridge that sat atop the perfectly arrowed hull of the Starship Angel
He crossed over to the NavCom station, taking a few moments to quieten the console.
He was lost in thought when the upper lift doors slid open, and he was joined by Kalina.
"Engineering is secure Captain. Guardian squads have begun transferring over into the Waystation." she began softly.
"Good, ensure they are made up to date with the latest stratagems we will be employing in the Jovian system before they return, we will not have time in the red mist of battle to alter plans set before."
Nodding she turned to leave, hesitating.
"You are expected on the Station Captain."
Frohimer nodded, sighing- "Thank you Kalina, go ahead without me, I wish to make sure Angel is ready for what awaits her."
The young women nodded, exiting the Bridge.
Captain Frohimer, supreme commander of the Kaenian 1st Fleet, lay a hand atop the console in front of him, whispering quietly as though the craft lived, and breathed as he did-
"We go into battle now my beloved, we shall be set apon by foul serpents whose only wish is to see you break in two, but we will not falter in word or deed. We are chosen to protect our Angels, and even as our Guardians fly into the hellzone of Europa, we will not cease fighting here, in the void until every last enemy of our Angels are eliminated."
From deep within the bowels of the flagship Angel, a rumble, seperate and discontent from normal shipboard operations reverated.
Frohimer smiled-
The ship understood.
Rising, he exited. Heading across the linkbridge and into the station himself.
4 hours ago
The Imperial Dominion of Melkor Unchained
No, I'm not going to retcon the war. whoever said I was was full of hot air.
So on with the show, eh?
imported_Angelus
21-09-2003, 20:20
So on with the show, eh?
ooc: Notice that we continued on after the discusssion.
And I admitted that I was either fed false information or I misunderstood it.
imported_Angelus
21-09-2003, 21:23
Farhira Tiolle bowed in greeting to the Kaenian contingent, the datafeed in her mind endlessly supplying names and rank to her as she passes through the ritual touching of palms. It was good to see her Terran bretheren, but the tension of the moment unfortunately negated the joy.
"May the Angels watch over us, Citizens. We-"
Her speach was cut short by a tremendous roar. Across the huge landing area, another transport was unloading its cargo to be readied for the attack on Sketch. Four ferocious-looking Razorbacks (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/razorback.jpg) are being led from the transport hatch by two massive Guardian Units (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/guardian.html), thick leashes of adamantite and steel are clipped to heavy adamantite rings imbedded in the Trillinic armor of the new Fallen warriors.
Throughout the organic population of the WorldDisc, there were dark whisperings concerning these horrid creations. Some said that they were the new hosts of the organic dead. Nothing went to waste on the WorldDisc, not even the bodies and minds of the deceased...
Forhimer cast a glance towards the far end of the loading bay as he exchanged greetings with Farhira. Allowing a small shudder to pass through his being as a roar screamed over him, filling his soul with dread.
The beings defied rationality, great limbs of hardened chitin, fused with blades of death that would slice the very atoms of oxygen apart in the air. Heavy plates of armour bolted directly to the flesh of these monsters as they bellowed and lamented their bloodlust.
Tearing his eye from the scene the Captain moved onwards, watching as the proud regiments of the Keanian Guardians formed lined up within the bay, their supreme commanders checking over their munitions, and debating the finer points of warfare, all aware that Europa awaited their resolve and loyalty.
Frohimer entered the command centre, exchanging pleasentries with the sentry stationed outside. His eyes glanced towards his honourable companion, who examined a tactical display.
"It is good to see you once more my friend, if only we gathered in times more favourable. I have answered the call with the First Keanian homefleet, and the finest ship of our line, the Angel herself will see us into battle. There are no finer soldiers here in all the Socialist States. A thousand warheros, apon a thousand legends of battle fill our dropcraft and cruisers. Now, let us finalise our plans, and make best for the Serpents on the moon the designate Europa suffer a fate worse than thousand centuries of hell itself."
Onboard the Angel, she stirred.
Level one system verification>>>>>>>
Verified, All Systems Operable.>>>
Shipboard power levels Sixty four percent capacity.>>>
Matter/Anti-Matter Reaction Assembly at fifty one percent output maximum>>>
Increasing Output to sixty percent.
Minor Power fluctuation, deck eleven section fourteen delta.>>>
Fluctuation corrected.
Bring quantum computational processors online>>>
Processors initialising.
On the bridge of the Angel, one sole monitor flickered to life, its static filled display filtering out to form a myriad of pulsing lights.
And through the VoxSpeakers that were fitted throughout the massive vessel, one voice rang through, devoid of the earlier mechanical speak that had heralded the activation of the quantum processors.
"I am ready."
imported_Angelus
21-09-2003, 23:41
Triolle smiled slightly and motioned towards a seat. "Citizen, the situation is definitely in Our favor, though I seriously doubt that defeating Sketch on their home turf is going to be easy." Shee waves her hand through a status field and a hologram of Europa fades into view.
"The Sketchan military is pretty well entrenched on Europa, and the Sketchan space forces are numerous and concentrated around Europa in a rather dense defense grid." She motions again, and a cloud of ships and orbital defense stations appear.
"We are not expecting the space war to be all that difficult, but the problem will be on the ground."
At this point, the door slides open, and a beautiful winged creature (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/wingblu.jpg) glides through into the room. She glides over to the command console, and Triolle bows in respect. "Citizen Forhimer, this is Automata-Designate, Omicron Blu, Speaker of the Dominion of Angelus."
Good afternoon, Citizen. It is a pleasure to be working with the Kaenians again. You do not remember it, but the House of the Emperor's Son was quite irreplacable in assisting Our departure.
She nods to him, and then focuses on the plan. Agreed, the difficulty will lie in removing the Sketchan power from the surface. However, We have an ace in the hole. Several years ago, before Sketch moved to Europa, Angelus maintained a colony there with the Seraphim Fleet.
Her head inclines towards the hologram, and deep within Europa, several crimson lines and a massive crimson installation comes into being.
The Seraphim errantly sold it to Sketch, but Our subMainframe was still in place deep beneath the surface of Europa. Recently, We reactived him, and he has begun mass-producing our biomechanical groundforces. Unfortunately, the only things his facility is capable of making are the low-end standard GF automatas, but he has been able to produce a rather sizable amount of them.
She nods again, and this time the image clears to be replaced by a gridworked sphere, with the Angelic Skies installation still in place. Another motion, and the image also is overlaid with a dense gridwork of blue interconnecting lines.
This is the Sketchan computer network. Angelic Skies has been able to heavily infiltrate and control a vast majority of it, but the Military control systems are proving to be quite a challenge. So far, all of the non-military systems are under Angelic control, but that may not be enough.
She nods to Tiolle, and the Kaenian continues. "So far, the plan is to ring Sketch in. We will begin a systematic dismantling of the outer Sketchan provinces, focusing mainly on search-and-destroy missions, while slowly forcing Sketch to return everything to a near-Europa orbit. Once all of his eggs are in one place, Strike Force Alpha is going to begin deep cuts into Sketchan space, landing on Europa for quick and decisive attacks on specific targets."
She clears the hologram and looks at Frohimer. "The purpose in delaying the main attack is purely for anti-morale benefit. We wish to crush the spirits of Sketch before We crush the Sketchan military. We will reduce their populace to nothing, and then We will own them."
[OOC]
OOC: Sketch has time for this but not our charter :x
Well, if you paid attention, you would notice that I haven't even had the time to post on my own RP thread............ :?
So I take it that this is not retconned (whatever that means.....)? My, my, I never knew my small, insignificant, almost un-noticable contribution to the Melkor War would have such an impact on the NS universe. Apparently, I am now public enemy #1, the scourage of all sentients, the betrayer of all that is holy, the serpentine demon of......etc, etc :twisted:
Ok, enough of the self-congratulatory remarks, down to business. This RP is going to proceed rather slowly until we hit the weekend, so I suggest plenty of background stuff in the interim. Stuff like what has been posted earlier. I would like to know if any of the ToY is still interested in RPing the hostage rescue situation as seen here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=62619&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0) halfway down the page. I believe Berseker and/or Khenala was interested in this one. As for the fighting..........I'm not interested in long, drawn out space battles. From what I have witnessed in other threads do not impress me. People are simply unabl to handle space as of yet. Therefore, space fighting will be kept to a minimum. We are gonna have a good 'ol fashioned ground war here boys and girls. My un-ending supply of sacrificial humans vs. freaky-living-dead-automaton-thingies, snooty elves, and whatever other inferior races you can toss at me :P I'd like to leave this RP open to any good RPers who have a decent reason to get involved. However, they will have to announce sides and what not before this shindig kicks off. Good RPers, mind you. I might not be able to spot the bad apple, but I'm sure the rest here would be able to. If there are any objections to what I have posted here, please let me know and we can discuss it.
OOC: Well, I'd like to participate in my way later on. Sketch already knows what I intend- not really direct intervention, but more an incident, as an aside to the main action, hopefully leading on to something eventually. I'd be considered on his (Sketch's.) side, I suppose.
[OOC]
I'm gonna take this opportunity to show off some of my newer ideas.
As the Angelan feelers infriltrate the Sketchan civilian network, very little resistance would be met. The civilian network is a public access network, open to all subjects of Sketch. As such, no critical subsystems are routed though those networks. The non essential public sector would be slighty more secure, to prevent resistence groups from gaining access to the propaganda network. Sub systems dedicated to the needs of the general populace, such as sewage, public lighting, apartment bloc security, even the local constabulary would be easily compromised. Governmental networks carry an upper middle level security. Due to the isolationist nature of the government and the complete docility of the populace, security of nearly all public sectors are behind the times and succeptible more advanced hacking techniques. A few exceptions to this would be the upper echelons of the governments, due the the intrinsic militaristic nature of the rulers, and, oddly enough, the prison systems.
The Sketch government maintains a large prison system to take care of all non-compliant subjects, and as such, prison complexes can be found all over Sketch. The Sketch prison system carries a suprisingly high level of security, rivaling that of standard military battle encrytion. Attempts to break into this sytem have been deftly turned aside by what appears to be a sophisticated AI. Attempts at rationalizing with the "AI" for access have been ignored. This is a passive system, merely shunting aside all attempts to break in, with no counter attacks. Further invetigation of these prison complexes would reveal several interesting tidbits of information. Each prison complex posesses a dedicated powerplant, one that is far larger than nessesssary to power such a facility. While building specs are normally avaiable for most of Sketch's buildings, none could be found of the complexes. A search of street maps and civil engineering surveys will also reveal a consistent lack of information regarding said complexes and the surrounding area. Coincidentally, in all cases, there is never a main base less than 0.5 standard km away. If one were able to plant a spy satellite in orbit above to observe the surrounding area, they would find that the anti-air coverage is significantly higher in here than in other areas. Heat emmissions inconsistencies would be only one of the many puzzling aspects of these facilities. Observations over a long period of time would show that this "prison" never receives food supplies, prisoners never leave, there are never any riots, in fact, a total lack of any activity would be noticed. It is as if there were no prisoners there to begin with.
The Sketchan military networks are obviously the most secure of all the networks. In fact, as far as outside hacking is concerned, they are inpenetrable. That is, if access is attempted through conventional means. Accessing the military network via civilian networks will always result in failure. Why? Becasue the civilian access point to the military network
does not exist. The attached military network is simple a [i]shadow network, comprised of multiple dummy systems designed to emmulate an actual network. Atempts to access the network will result in failure everytime, simple because there is nothing to access. Codes are hardwired in to produce a access denial response to any querry - several layers of security and protocal, designed to be hacked, complete the effect. The clever use of bad roots, false returns, and access denials create the image of a powerful encryption network, which in turn entices would be hackers to delve deeper in fruitless efforts to "break in."
The true military networks are completely isolated from all other networks, not even using lines in the same physical vicinity as the others. In actuality, the computer networks are not computers at all. Herin lies the significance of the prison systems. The prisons are actually the main core of the enitre military network. That is not to say that there are not actually prisoners being detained, because there are, a countless number of them. New, innovative
advances in technology has allowed scientists to create a neural network computer composed of the brains of the prisoner population. Thats right, their brains. Prisoners are kept in a state of suspended animation, and their brains directly linked into a central control node. There, a master brain commands the entire power of the neural network. With such processing power, calculations that would daunt the most powerful super computer could be easily solved. With a consious master control, a level of conciousness is acheived which far surpasses any so-called "AI" (computer based). Information is encrypted and authenticated at an unbreakable level (or nearly so) using entire brain patterns as the encryption factor. This power comes at no small cost however. The organic brains can only handle so much load at full capacity. The resulting effect is the total and complete destruction of the mind after a prolonged use. Once the mind becomes corrupted, the body is discarded and replaced like an old compter core. As such, the prison sytem is always accepting "new guests." The use of a "master brain" allows for a controllable central intelligence to govern the linked minds. And for easy replacement. To maintain secure lines of communications and data transfers between the mainframe and the base, communication cables are buried far beneath the surface. The cables are closely monitered by realtime seismic sensors at both ends of the cable and the cables themselves are continuously alternated for data transfers.
In order to prevent infriltration via low echlon units, all military communications are encrypted and verified via brainwave patterns. Each service personnel has a unique organic body, and thus a unique brainwave pattern. This sytem allows for a nearly 100% accuracy in indentification (no system is perfect) and communications security.
This network is used throughout the Sketchan forces. All communications are shunted from the field to the base and back again. Which explains the extreme proliferation of these "prisons" all over Sketch. These networks usually consist of less than a hundred units being used at once, with a few hundred more held in que to fill in once one fails. Spacefaring vessels use a more compact version of this system, carrying only the surgically removed brain and a smaller scale neural network consisting of only a couple dozen (depending on the size of the vessel) with an even smaller reserve.
[OOC]
So was that evil and malicious enough for you all? I got that idea from one of the new Star Trek series and a book I read somewhere.....don't remeber the title though..... BTW, that was all super secret, etc, etc, information. Please don't presume to "discover" the true nature of my prisons.
[OOC]
I just posted some military force stats, eg. what units my forces consist of. Go here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1617496#1617496) to check it out.
imported_Angelus
23-09-2003, 07:14
ooc:
Nice stuff. And no, I am not even going to get into the semantic arguement envolved with your security systems. I never was going to even touch your military stuff as per our agreement, and I honestly never even thought of touching the Prisons.
ic:
Omicron Blu (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/wingblu.jpg) floats as a silent observer above the arena. She watches the ongoing confrontation with interest, her brilliant human eyes open and gazing almost straight down.
On the lightly-packed sand of the arena floor, two massive Whiplashes (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/whiplash.jpg) face off against four of the GF Elite (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/gfbattledrone2.html) in open combat. The heavy lasers on the Whiplashes have been disabled, and the Elites are using heavy sawblades and shockclubs
The two Whiplashes stand back to back as the four other Elites circle slowly around them, their limited sentience searching for some weakness in the other's defenses.
At last, one of the Elites makes its move, coming in with a low swipe with its sawblade, its shockclub lifting in an attempt to fend off any coming attacks.
The closest Whiplash moves instantly to block, one of its bladed forelimbs cutting down to block the inrushing blade. The pincher of another reaches out with lightning speed to cut deeply into the shockclub, ripping it completely from the Elite's hand. At the same moment, the long tail that gives the Whiplash its name, cuts cleanly upwards between the Whip's legs, stabbing deeply into the Elite's stomach.
The Elite is knocked backwards, a jumble of circuitry and organic icor spilling from its torn gut.
The rest of the battle is lightning-quick, with only one of the Whiplashes even getting nicked by an apparent miscalculation in an overhead block. The offending Elite drops from its high jump, and is instantly torn to shreds by the enraged Whiplash.
Blu smiles darkly to herself, a deep sense of pride welling up within her. [Internal] Yes... My pretties will do very well, methinks.
James Seal strode confidently into the Prime Minister's office, a circular room with clear windows overlooking the metropolis of Khenala Prime.
"Brother, I come with urgent news."
Prime Minister Andrew Seal looked up at his brother's entrance. Had it been any other person, he may have been somewhat annoyed at the abruptness of the address, but his brother was different. As Special Advisor to the Prime Minister, it was arguably the most important job in the Empire, second only to that of the Prime Minister himself. He organized all of the information for the Prime Minister, and all cabinet-level Ministers reported to him. He decided what information needed to be handled by the Prime Minister, himself, and what information could be delegated to someone else.
This, James Seal decided, needed to go straight to the top.
"Things are coming to a head with the Sketchan situation. The time for action has come." He tossed a data pad onto his brothers desk, and stood quietly in front of it, arms clasped behind his back.
Andrew picked up the data pad and quietly read for a few moments. "Indeed. Is the fleet ready?"
"Yes."
Andrew nodded. "And the troops?"
"They have been organized and ready for deployment since after the attack."
"Very well. Send our forces to meet the Angelans at Waystation 0-1-1." He stood from his desk, straightening his tunic. "I will prepare our people for war."
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"Admiral, we have received communication from KDF Command."
Gabriel Zell looked up from his readiness report on the command deck of the KDS Champion's Hope. "Go ahead, Lieutenant. What is the word?"
"Our orders are to proceed with Operation: Archangel's Wrath and proceed to the designated coordinates."
"Very well." He stood from his Command Chair, glancing to his communications officer. "Relay our orders to the rest of the fleet. Finalize preparation for departure. Send acknowledgement to KDF Command and inform them we depart within the hour."
The Lieutenant nodded.
"Attention all hands, this is Admiral Zell. We are preparing to embark on a path we have all forseen for quite some time. The rage that boils within you at the attack on our bretheren in Angelus will finally be answered. Steel yourselves for the journey that lies ahead, for it will be challenging."
With those words, the Khenalian Fleet set course for Waystation 011, readying themselves for the fight ahead.
imported_Angelus
23-09-2003, 08:29
# Enemy non-detection grid stablized. Angelic Skies is doing an admirable
# job in keeping Waystation 011's location secret.
> Excellent. Tell Him to continue the good work. Further developments?
# The Sketchan military is finally beginning to move, the Kaenians have arrived
# at W-011, and the Khenalans are enroute. We have not yet heard from the
# other Triumvirate nations save Menelmacar.
> And We assume Sirithil will move at Her own discretion?
# Affirmative.
> Probability that She will interfere with Our plans?
# 20.766%
> We do not accept that number. Omicron Blu will contact her.
# Acceptable.
###BEGIN TRANSMISSION###
~>Route: Automata Omicron Blu - Angelus Mainframe - Sirithil
:
{We wish to know the status of your fleets, and any present plans of action}
{from your end. We do not wish our plans to clash, and though We wish}
{you to conform with Ours, We are willing to listen to alternatives.}
{Specifics of Our plan are being sent along with this transmission.}
:
~>Route closed
###END TRANSMISSION###
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http://www.silentrequiem.net/evilblu.jpg (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus)
Automata Omicron Blu
Speaker of the Dominion
Membership: Triumvirate of Yut, Ur Trade Pact, Deus Ex Humana Consortium
<UP!>
[OOC]
Meh, not you specifically Angelus, for whoever is watching/participating in general. I've found that people are pretty bad at knowing what they can and can't use as far as IC knowledge goes. So I help them out some :wink:
***Intel analyst report***
The following intelligence indicate a 97% chance that Sketch is being targeted for hostilities. Menelmacari forces have been engaging in battle exercises for the past few cycles.
Angelean, Khenalan, and other ToY forces have been quiet durning this time, maintaining a relatively low military presence.
No effort has been made to recover ToY reps in Sketch.
The Sketchan involvement in the WorldDisc's defilement demands retribution.
Extra national fronts have been unsuccessful at finding information regarding the ToY's military status.Analysis concludes that there is an 88.6% chance that a strike will occur within the next two cylces. The posssibility increases to 93.1% of a strike within the next ten cycles. Intelligence recommends that steps be taken to prepare for immenent hostilities with superior forces.
***End report***
So...is there a list of exactly who I'm facing? I know about Angelus Menelmacar Khenala Kaenei Berserker?Who else? Not that this isn't frightening in of itself, but I expected more :wink:
imported_Angelus
23-09-2003, 15:58
ooc:
Though you will probably not be fighting the totality of the Triumvirate forces, I would say that most of them will at least have a hand in supply.
As for Kaenei, I will personally vouch for the player ('tis Europa Brittania), and Kaenei and Angelus have backstory that extends WAAAAAYYYY back.
(the nation belonged to my roommate, he quit, and gave it to EB at my behest. Kaenei and Angelus are quite intertwined, but aeo couldn't commit time to it...)
angel
imported_Berserker
23-09-2003, 16:17
IC: Unbeknownst to even close allies in the Triumvirate, a bastardized Loki dropship slipped into Sketchian space. It's hull looking like a diseased creature more than it's original design, covered in a variety of blisters, domes, antenna and other protusions at odd angles. She was as invisible as a vessel could be. Slowly drifting into a high orbit around the moon, she extended a few antennas and sensors, scanning for areas of radar coverage (if they exist), areas with little population, and military movements, along with scanning for any possible emergency comms. from the delegates.
OOC: The ship is equiped with a standard suite of radar defeating technology, active camo, along with passive sensor suites (which are currently engaged). Pretty much invisible to most means of detection, except for those attributes it cannot mask, such as its gravitic signature. (Everything produces gravity) If you have the ability to accurately detect gravtiy fields, you'd prolly notice it. If you don't have this ability before this RP (no pulling new stuff outta nowhere), then you won't see it till later.
This is secret info of course....And I'm off to class.
OOC: The ship is equiped with a standard suite of radar defeating technology, active camo, along with passive sensor suites (which are currently engaged). Pretty much invisible to most means of detection, except for those attributes it cannot mask, such as its gravitic signature. (Everything produces gravity) If you have the ability to accurately detect gravtiy fields, you'd prolly notice it. If you don't have this ability before this RP (no pulling new stuff outta nowhere), then you won't see it till later.
This is secret info of course....And I'm off to class.
Well, I had wanted to unviel a whole new set of technology that was based off the manipulation of "graviton particles", but I guess it'll have to wait till we conclude this. Since I already spilled the beans, I'll give a brief run down of what this is. Basically, I discover the previously un-quantified variable know as gravity. I then use new knowledge to produce tchnology based on the manipultaion and creation of cravity fields. The applications of said technology will span everything from repulsor tech (antigrav) to FTL to graviton weapons to gravity field sensors (ie. stuff that would detect the ship). But, alas, you beat me to the punch so I will hold off until later. This is gonna set back research for a couple of decades......... :?
I see that you haven't forgotten about the delgates. I'm sure you'll figure some inventive way of finding out where they are. Unfortunately the delegates are in a state of lockdown, but, most mansions don't normally have base camps in their front lawn :wink:
imported_Angelus
23-09-2003, 16:46
ooc: Picking some random deeper-space installation. If this is not cool, just ignore. (Just starting things up a bit).
ic:
In the cold silence of space, a single Sketchan station floats serenely against the panoramic backdrop of the solar system. The sun blazes brilliantly behind the station, and the planetary bodies glow like glittering stars in an infinite field of diamonds.
Then, reality ripples slightly, and five massive ships suddenly slip into view. Two Excelsiors (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/excelsior.html) and three Fallen (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/fallen.html) slide into realspace, their gracefull bulks swinging on a tight axis as their retrojets fire to slow their inertia.
Then, without any warning, and only moments of preperation, the ships open fire on the station.
~*~
In a near-Europa orbit, another cosmic distortion ripples faintly through the time/space singularity, and Strike Force Alpha slips back into reality.
# Target acquired. Focus on military orbital station 28, on vector [VECTOR].
# Ordinance and firepower only, no ground attacking.
> Acknowledged.
The Semblance of Reason (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/reason.html) dips into a steep dive, leading the way as it pierces the outer magnetic fields, dropping with incredible speed into a near-europa orbit. The ships of the SFA rocket forwards, their target selected and coming into range.
Suddenly, they open fire, sending waves of flaming death towards the station.
ooc:
The attack on the deep space station will continue until the station is heavily damaged, or until reinforcements show up.
The attack on the Europan station will be one, maybe two passes with full salvos, and then the SFA will jump out.
imported_Berserker
23-09-2003, 16:46
OOC: The ship is equiped with a standard suite of radar defeating technology, active camo, along with passive sensor suites (which are currently engaged). Pretty much invisible to most means of detection, except for those attributes it cannot mask, such as its gravitic signature. (Everything produces gravity) If you have the ability to accurately detect gravtiy fields, you'd prolly notice it. If you don't have this ability before this RP (no pulling new stuff outta nowhere), then you won't see it till later.
This is secret info of course....And I'm off to class.
Well, I had wanted to unviel a whole new set of technology that was based off the manipulation of "graviton particles", but I guess it'll have to wait till we conclude this. Since I already spilled the beans, I'll give a brief run down of what this is. Basically, I discover the previously un-quantified variable know as gravity. I then use new knowledge to produce tchnology based on the manipultaion and creation of cravity fields. The applications of said technology will span everything from repulsor tech (antigrav) to FTL to graviton weapons to gravity field sensors (ie. stuff that would detect the ship). But, alas, you beat me to the punch so I will hold off until later. This is gonna set back research for a couple of decades......... :?
I see that you haven't forgotten about the delgates. I'm sure you'll figure some inventive way of finding out where they are. Unfortunately the delegates are in a state of lockdown, but, most mansions don't normally have base camps in their front lawn :wink:
You can unviel it if you want. I was mainly refering to people who would go "Oh well my Uber Detectors of Doom can detect gravity (even though I never devoloped them too...). Besides, iif such new tech of yours spotted me, the brass would most likely be skeptical of it. THat's how it is alot of times, always skeptical.
...To class now..
[OOC]
oy vey............you should know by now that I don't ignore anything unless everyone else is doing it too. But please don't run too far with the preliminary attacks until near the end of the week. A few here and there is fine, it lets me start gearing up with the "knowledge" that hostilites have officially begun.
Battle klaxxons sound as enormous concentrations of boson particles are detected near the station.
[i]Commander! Sensors show massive waveform distortions orgininating from Sector 6. The masses are materializing now. They appear to be..............Angelean.
A wave of fear passes over the commander's face, not now, we're not ready...., thought the commander as he braced for the inevitable salvo of death.
Moments later, in the dim lighting of failing power, the commander gives the order to send out a full spectrum distress signal. High command must know about this! Keep an open channel for all re-inforcements.
===========
[OOC]
Unfortunately, I don't have any space stations orbiting Europa, only part of my fleet. And I don't think we want to start the fleet battle yet.
And now to class, quick!
imported_Angelus
23-09-2003, 17:16
[OOC]
Unfortunately, I don't have any space stations orbiting Europa, only part of my fleet. And I don't think we want to start the fleet battle yet.
And now to class, quick!
ooc:
Was not sure. Then consider that an attack on a minor surface installation.
imported_Angelus
23-09-2003, 17:22
The Angelic ships continue their relentless barriage of the Sketchen station. Pulse after pulse of brilliant laserfire sparkle in the disturbed silence of space.
# Communications from the station have been sent to the Sketchen
# central command. We were unable to block them, but We were able to intercept
# enough to understand it was a plea for assistance.
> Acknowledged. Continue firing as long as possible, but break of engagement
> when the Sketchen reinforcements arrive.
Frohimer nodded as Delegate Blue explained the tactical plans in greater detail. He nodded as he absorbed the information, constantly seeking a way to perfect or improve apon the already formidable military prowess of the Angelans.
"A sound plan my Lady." He concurred, My Guardians stand ready, as they have been since the moment of their mobilisation to aid you. However A considerable time has lapsed since our forces last fought together. I am sure also you have developed more advanced techniques and weaponry that we will undoubtdly be unfamiliar with. I propose a series of training exercises if you would be so willing. They can only hone our skills further."
Whilst he spoke images flashed through the Captains mind. The beasts whose very existance seemed suffused with death and pain returned to his mind. The monsters he had seen shackled inside the loading bays, roaring their monstrous torment for all to hear and indeed cower before.
Standing, Frohimer crossed to the viewport that adorned the wall. Within the coldness of the void he could see the underside of the Angel as she sat silently locked with the structure.
For a second a frown creased the forehead of the Keanian, he had felt something. Not so much a vision or premonition, he lacked the belief of such directly, but a stirring.
An ominious feeling that did not bode well.
Frohimer shook himself back to reality, turning back to face Blue: "Several Triumph Class Escorts stand ready to make all speed to Europa, should your first attack wave require assitance."
Pulling a small DataPad from his belt, he brings up an inventory.
"The Keanian fleet currently stands at four hundred thirty seven vessels my Lady. Supply and repair vessels stand at an additional twenty four, but have yet to leave Earth orbit. The Angel shall lead out our finest battlecruisers which form the 1st KeaniaGuard. She will lead ten battlegroups of fifty vessels each, giving us greater tactical manueveability."
Handing over the pad to the Automata, he adds-
"Orbital Batteries have been manufactured, to intensify any Orbital strikes. Freeing up our captial ships to engage other targets. DropShip Manufacture has increased by seventy four percent, and all Guardian squads now have Orbit-to-Surface transports. They are yours to command at will."
Dropping his head in respect, he sat once more.
Appearing on the far side of Europa, away from the main body of the Sketchan fleet and Sketch Prime (main population center), the Angelan forces target a lone early warning outpost. The suprised Sketchan fleet, caught unawares by the sudden attack, crambled to mount a counter offensive. Four Star Destroyers and six battlecruisers peel off from geosync orbit to fend off the aggressors.While they wait for re-inforcements, a handful of extra-orbital defense cannons (http://www.well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/hw2/images/concept_turret07.jpg) mount a valient attempt to deter the hostile aggressors.
================
While the taskforce breaks away from the main defense fleet, a message is received from the assualted deep space research station. We are under attack from Angelean forces! We require immediate assistance! I repeat. We are under attack from (etc, etc, repeat) Fleet Admiral Kalinin furrows his brow, What are they up to? Do they intend for me to rush off to save the day? Knowing that he can't just leave the station to be destroyed, Kalinin orders two taskgroups to set course for the station (same composition as above), to salvage the situation. He then connects to ground command - The Angelan offensive has begun. Raise force protection level to Red. Engage planetary shields and prepare for assualt. With that message, similar commands are relayed throughout the Imperium. Fleets are called back from foward deployment and assigned to protect system assests.
===============
[OOC]
A quick blurb between classes
Planetary shields - think Hoth, they only cover the main population centers and other areas of interests.
imported_Angelus
24-09-2003, 00:41
The SFA weaves a remarkable pattern through the vain attempts of the Sketchen defense, but even so, several of the ships sustain minor damage, including a blackened rear-hull on board the Semblance of Reason.
Blu smiles confidently to herself as she pilots the Reason safely through the defensive fire. Her "hands" tingle with the warmth from the Reason's heavy cannon fire, her "fists" uncurling as the weapon systems go offline.
The SFA was only there to do a deep penetration strafing run. For now, that would be enough.
~*~
Citizen, with the Sketchen shields up, the orbital bombardments will be largely unable to deal out the pinpoint damage which We require. The vast majority of this war will be fought on the ground, and not from space.
Blu motions, and several points on the globe sparkle to red life. These will be our preleminary insertion points. We would like you to place down here, and here, riding along with the main Angelic front.
She looks back at Forhimer. Any questions?
The Khenalian fleet, fifteen capital ships strong, and supported by a myriad of other vessels, slowly approached Waystation 011, running "low-power" and "communications-silent" with every radar countermeasure in place to ensure their movements were not being traced, and stopping several times to conduct thurough scans of the area to make sure they werent being followed.
The greeting sent was not elaborate, merely a text message, a simple request for the Khenalian Admiral to meet with a counterpart on behalf of the Angelans.
Hanging silently in the depths of space, the Khenalians awaited a reply.
imported_Angelus
25-09-2003, 06:30
###BEGIN TRANSMISSION###
~>Route: Automata X1 - Angelus Mainframe - Khenelan Fleet
:
{We are gladdened to see you. Approach on vector 229 to port 12. Upon}
{disembarkation, you will be lead to the Command Center, where the Kaenian}
{representative is already in council with myself.}
:
~>Route closed
###END TRANSMISSION###
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http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/littleblu2.jpg (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus)
Automata Omicron Blu
Speaker of the Dominion
[OOC]
Presuming that the attack on the deep space research station is still in progress...........doing a little time manip here most likely :?
A flash of boson particles announce the imminent arrival of the Sketchan taskforce. With a shimmering flash, a score of ships appear in realspace, ready to engage the aggressing Angelan fleet. In perfect battle formation, the ships vector in to relieve the besieged station.
[i]Commander! Re-inforcements have arrived!
About damn time! Everyone, begin evactuation of the station.
A renewed flurry of purpose manifests itself on the beleaguered station, as all hands proceed to their escape pods and await rescue. Having received a message from the station commander of the direness of the situation, the commander of the taskforce decides to directly engage the Angelan forces to cover for the retrieval operation. As the main body of the taskforce angles towards the Angelan ships, a star destroyer and two battlecuisers peel off to collect the stranded personnel.
=================
Back on the far side of Europa, the small group of ships dispatched to investigate the Angelan penetration arrive on site. Only to find a smoking ruin of what used to be an early warning station for the blind side of Europa. Upon hearing the report, Fleet Admiral Kalinin sends a dispatch off to the rest of the Guardian fleet. We cannot risk another attack circumventing our defenses like that, something needs to be done.......(musing) Send for my senior fleet comanders, we need to prepare for the next assualt. Tell me when they arrive, I'll be in my stateroom.
[OOC]
I assumed that you left already from Europa.
imported_Angelus
25-09-2003, 07:23
ooc:
It all works out perfectly. The SFA will not fight openly yet, merely doing hit and run for now.
Same with deep space.
~*~
ic:
# Sketchen fleet incomming.
> Acknowledged. Break off attack and Jump.
# Preparing for Jump.
The Angelic ships move for one more strafing run, heavy cannon blazing as their internal systems make the final warmups for the Jump.
Within moments, the Angelic ships are gone, without even so much as a parting shot at the Sketchen fleet.
The force commander lets loose a sigh of relief. Despite the superior numbers, the Angelan ships would have been trouble. A group of technicians are sent aboard the now defunct station to ensure that a complete sercurity lockdown was properly initiated. Computer cores aboard the station are removed and taken to the ships for safe keeping. The rest of the station's systems were shut down and disabled. The safety protocals were removed from the main reactor systems to prevent re-initiation, violently. Care was taken to set hidden "suprises" for future unauthorized visitors. As the techs left the station and boarded the fleet craft, several probes are fired out into the surrounding space. Careful watch would be kept on the station at all times, despite the lack of Sketchan military presence. With the final preparations complete, the taskforce prepares to return to Europa.
[OOC]
Oy Vey! It is maaaad late, what the hell am I doin? I'm going to sleep NOW!
imported_Angelus
25-09-2003, 08:12
ooc: If your probes were able to pick up on the ultra-low ion emissions from it, they would locate a rather small deep/localspace probe (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/probe.html) watching the station.
IC:
# Sketchen pullout of target station complete.
> Acknowledged. Proceed with attacks on the next target.[/b]
Apparently picked at random, a slightly larger station was chosen for the next attack, and once again three Excelsiors and 15 Raptors appeared in realspace. They take only the barest moment to calibrate their targeting sequences, and a deadly barrage commences.
The ships have appeared in a triangular formation, each point made up of a single Excelsior with five escort Raptors, arrayed about the station. The triangle rotates slowly, each ship maintaining an exact distance from the station and each other.
They make no attempt to draw near to the station, merely content to pummel it from afar.
[OOC]
Perhaps you could run a simultaneous, multi-pronged attack on several stations at once. This one at a time deal will get a little tedious after a while. Hit a few outer planets or something. Refer to Mindset's map for locations of my system holdings.
And now I have to prepare for a German midterm, so I'll respond IC later.
imported_Angelus
25-09-2003, 15:28
This one at a time deal will get a little tedious after a while.
ooc:
I am only intending to do two attacks for space, and two attacks for ground to give the understanding that these are hit-and-run. As the attacks intensify, more and more important targets are chosen, at random, with multiple targets attacked at once.
I am trying to give the impression that this is slowly building, but I understand what you mean about tedium.
Sorry about that. Good luck on your test.
Frohimer shook his head as he placed the Datapad to the floor.
"There are no questions My Lady." He added resolutley.
Standing, he crossed, stopping a respectable distance away. His eyes widened and he fixed a passionate stare on the Angelic representative.
"I assure you honourable designate, we will fight with you until our bodies fall to the earth lifeless, cold and no longer fit for this world. With particle cannons, sharp blades and our bare hands we will fight with you. Until the last Keanian on Europa can fight no more and take not one more breath we will fight with you. Just as it has been in the distant past, when greatness was lost and a light extinguished from this galaxy like candle snuffed out in a breeze, we will fight once more- together. Though time has conspired to erode us, so we may be lost amongst the gibbering fools of the Universe we will remain strong and perform our duties till the heavens themselves have grown dark, and all is truly lost."
Taking a moment to compose himself, the Captain bowed his head.
"Forgive me Lady, I must restrain my passions more adherently in your presence."
Directing his eyes once more through the observation window, he fixed his stare apon the distant star that was the giant Jupiter.
And a small, insignificant rock by known by the ignorant name of Europa.
A world that would soon see steel, fire, blood and slaughter
Frohimer shivered.
He felt as though he would never again leave that world.
.........a world that would soon see steel, fire, blood and slaughter.........
Whoa :shock: Someone's out for blood............eek
Official player sentiment: Bring it on!!!
imported_Angelus
25-09-2003, 23:40
Frohimer shivered.
He felt as though he would never again leave that world.
Blu smiles softly at the words coming from her comrade. My dear Frohimer... It has indeed been a long time since last Our peoples fought alongside each other. You cannot possibly remember Our last joint effort like We do, but it was not one that is Our most glorious.
She motions towards a nearby seat.
The Traitor Garramond had finally sealed his own doom, but with it, all of the Caelistis Gens. True combat had broken out all over the Imperial Planet, and in the capital of Hegira, the fighting had become a bloodbath.
She shakes her head, her eyes closed, her self in a different place.
The Traitor had successfully rused the Family into believing that they were attending a celebration in their honor, a post-wedding celebration. They all attended, completely unaware of what was to happen, completely unaware of what The Traitor had done, and completely unarmed.
You see, ever since Garramond had become insinuated into the House Caelistis, he had begun to sow seeds of dissent among the Emperial houses. Little white lies told in confidence became sources of great distrust, and his own private army of propagandists papering the Empire with their own spin on things, driving the people to begin to no longer view the Emperor with the love they once did.
And so, everything came to a head that night. Garramond had wed into the Imperial Family, having married the Emperor's elder sister Amaranth. In doing so, He had insinuated himself into the highest ranks of the Imperial Household, surpassing even your First Citizen in political power.
On that night, Garramond wished to make an announcement that would be important for every Caelistis, and so they all arrived. Xanone was there, as Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy, as was Aeolis and Kilthanis, and the rest of the Imperial Family, including the Emperor Himself, Christopher Caelistis.
They were all unarmed, and when the Garramond forces entered the Hall, it was a slaughter. Xanone stood by the Emperor, fallen in battle, convinced that not only would he fall beside his beloved ruler, but order strikes from heaven that would rain down the Emperor's mighty vengance upon those that had decieved Him.
But Christopher would have none of that. He bade Xanone to instead save His only Son, your First Citizen, so that the memory of the Imperial House would not diminish. He also gave one last order before Xanone left him, and that was to leave, depart human space, to seek out the emptiness between the stars, and there find the Dream. And so, with his mechanical heart heavy with dread, Xanone left the side of his beloved Emperor, sought Aeolis out, and pulled him and Kilthanis from the Hall.
Outside, the members of the House Fallen had assembled, and were about to rush into the Imperial Palace in order to save their leader, Aeolis. Seeing him being carried out by Xanone solidified their growing love for the Automata, forever unifying what would become two wholly seperate nations. They fought like demons, all the way to the spaceport, and without them, Xanone, Aeolis, Angelus, and Kaenei might not have been. Many of them fell that night, the night that would be later remembered as The Massacre.
The fighting at the spaceport was even more furious, and the Fallen were in danger of truely falling, until Xanone's Automata bretheren, the first of the Guardian Units, appeared and assisted in their salvation. Many times many fell that day, but there was also birthed the concept of two wholly new nations.
Blu pauses in her narrative, her brilliant eyes opening to look upon Frohimer.
So, you see, Our nations are enexorably bound to each other. We are bretheren, in many senses of the word, the Kaenians and the Angels. Within Us lies the fading remnants of the true power of the old Caelistis Gens.
[OOC]
And how long exactly has this story line been in the works? Quite impressing sounding to say the least.
imported_Angelus
26-09-2003, 05:07
And how long exactly has this story line been in the works? Quite impressing sounding to say the least.
ooc:
Almost as long as I have been online. Christopher Caelistis is an actual person, so is Garramond, Amaranth, and the entirety of the Caelistis Family.
There has been a continual storyline going for a long time, and when Chris, aeo, and I started playing NS, we transcribed the storyline and made a branch to be backstory for them.
The Communications Officer replies. "Acknowledged, proceeding to port 12, vector 229."
Following the Angelan directions, the Khenalian fleet soon docked with Waystation 011.
Zell steps off of his ship into the Waystation, straightening his tunic, and approaches the nearest Automata he sees. "Pardon me, I am here to meet with Automata Omicron Blu. May I please be directed to her?"
He has come alone, leaving his crew to ready the finalize any preparations before the great battle to come.
imported_Angelus
26-09-2003, 05:48
Automata R1124 waits silently for the Khenalan delegation to arrive, and is mildy surprised to see only one representative disembark from the ship.
He hurredly approaches the Khenalan delegate and politely apologizes to N244.
Right this way, sir. R1124 points with his forelimb and skitters off in the direction of the gravlifts. He quickly escorts Zell through the winding passageways, finally leading him to the Command Center.
As they enter, Blu turns to them, a soft smile on her blue-tinged lips. Ahh, my esteemed collegue from Khenala. Welcome to Waystation 011
Zell touches his forehead with the tips of his index and middle fingers, bowing slightly, a studious person would point out that this is a Khenalian greeting, one connotating deep respect for the other individual.
"Speaker, it is a great pleasure to meet you. I bring the greetings of my nation, and of our Prime Minister, Andrew Seal." He smiles softly. "I believe we have some business to discuss."
imported_Angelus
26-09-2003, 05:59
She responds to his bow with a slight one of her own, her right hand lifted palm-outwards, middle fingers together, index and pinky spread apart, her left hand over her heart.
Yes. Zell, this is Citizen Frohimer, of the United Socialist States of Kaenei. The Kaenians will be working rather closely with us in the ground invasion, as well as provide spacial support.
Now, here is what we have so far...
She proceeds to outline the plan exactly as she had to Frohimer, adding nor detracting anything.
So far, We have successfully destroyed several minimal targets on Europa, as well as successfully disabled several deep-space Sketchen interests. We plan that by the end of the week We will have located and destroyed all or most of the Sketchen deep=space installations. We want all of the Sketchen fleet here, not gallavanting off somewhere.
So, We will destroy everything they need to protect.
She switches the holomoniter off. Any questions?
[OOC]
Oh yeah.........more attacks on space stations, haven't even responded yet....... :oops: I'm gonna post a general fleet response, assuming that these attacks have been getting more frequent.
With the typical shimmering flash of space vessels reverting back into real space, the rest of the [i]Guardian fleet appears over Europa. Like an eagle spreading its wings to shield its nest, the fleet assumes a defensive battle grid over Sketch Prime. In the midst of the mighty vessels rests the mighty commandship Guardian, flagship of the aptly named fleet.
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Fleet numbers
1 Commandship - Guardian
60 Star Destroyers
132 Battlecruisers
Planetary assualt troops and vehicles have been redeployed onto the surface. Only a fifth of the normal troop contigent remains aboard to repel boarders.
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*During a meeting with his senior officers*
Kalinin: I have gathered you here to explain our curent situation. The Angelans have been nipping at our heels for several time units now. Hitting bases at the edges of our space. Several bold attacks have been launched deep within our territory as well, including the one here not long ago. *He glances sharply at a sub-commander sitting at the other end of the table. The man shies away from his gaze.* We cannot allow them to dictate the flow of battle. As such, we will go on the offensive. I will take the Seraphim fleet and search for these Angelan ships. Rear Admiral Graf will be in command of the Sketchan defense fleet during my absence.
*more meeting stuff follows*
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To make long short....
[OOC]
Seraphim fleet takes off, leaves the Guardian fleet to protect Europa, and proceeds to do the minute man act, running of to respond to every distress call put out by assualted Sketchan holdings.
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On the ground, General Redwing of the Sketchan ground forces makes his own preparations. Going over the battle plans for obvious invasion to come, she mumbles deragotaory comments about the fleet overhead - [i]Those fleet admirals, in their pretty suits, sitting in their expensive toys, sipping tea.........bah! They don't know the meaning of battle. Many found this sentiment to be not entirely unfounded given her remarkable history. As one of the few women in the Sketchan military high command, she commanded with an iron fist and demanded absolute obediance. Those who knew her referred to her as the Blood Queen, for everywhere she went, there was sure to be blood.
She attained her current rank through the most brutal means - by executing her commanding officer. During one of the many battles waged by Sketch, Redwing's commanding officer made yet another mistake in a series of blunders during an invasion campaign, allowing enemy troops to push back the Sketchan lines to near day one status. The campaign was well on its way towards becoming an utter rout, until Redwing took over. Citing the battle Codex, Redwing declared that the commanding officer had failed to perform his duties. In times of war, when an officer fails to perform, they are executed. After desposing of the officer, Redwing then proceeded to execute the entire planning staff, and re-instated a new command staff. Once the coup was completed, she then directed her attention to salvaging the situation. And salvage she did. Rallying the troops, she led a counter assualt which completely broke the opposing army. Not only was ground recovered, but it was made, for she had penetrated deep within the heartland of the enemy, forcing a capitualation within a matter of days. Her use of brilliant battle plans and ultimately successful tatics shielded her from repraisals upon her return to Sketch Prime. There, she was recognized by the reigning Das Sketch and given a field promotion to General, thus making her the first ever Sketchan female to hold that rank. Ever since that day, her performance has always been the best of all the field commanders, her battles never failing to end with the complete annihilation of enemy forces.
*Basic battle plans w/ background*
The planetary shields are maintained by seven separate generators. One of the generators is located within the city of Sketch Prime itself. The rest are located thoughout the area in roughly concentric circles spreading outwards from Sketch Prime. Each generator is responsible for a specific section of the sky. There is a slight over lap of shields, but not enough to cover should one go down. There are four generators in the outer ring, thus maing them the closest to the edge of the shield layer. The Northen most one being physically closest to the edge. At each outer shield will be two corps of MI troops (~half a mil units), along with a corps of armor and AS(~ 50K units each). The rest of the forces will be spread throughout the land as a ready response force, incase a particular area is overrun (~ 4 corps MI, 2 corps AS, 4 corps armor).
Orbital defense cannons dot the land, with high concentrations in the areas surrounding anything of military value. While a protective shell is useful in of itself, it is far better to have some offensive punch. With that in mind, the cannons are slaved to their respective generators, allowing them to shoot "through" the shields. A system of "flickering" allows the cannons to syncronize their shots to pass though the layer by dropping the shields for the few microns of a second it takes for the lance of death to travel spaceward. This is only done when absolutely nesessary or when orbital bombardment is not a great concern.
The hostile environment of the iceball that is known as Europa has several home advantages. To the North, a great kilometers wide chasm know as the "Great Divide" running from the Northwest to East separates the Northern cap from the rest of Sketchan territory. Bridges connect the two sides and the majority of routes travel over the narrowest part of the chasm, which is only a kilometer wide. Due to the strategic nature of that particular junction, half of the ready forces are stationed in and around that area. To the South is the Frozen sea of Thorn. The area appears to be no less solid than anything else, but geothermic activity keep the "water" from freezing, and as such, sometimes instabilities in the terrain amnifest themselves at the most inopportune times. To the West is an area referred to affectionately by military generals as the "Killing Plains." A vast stretch of artic wasteland, stretching for hundreds of kilometers in all directions, where the only cover is nothing. Any approach from this vector would be immediately detectable, not to mention in dire straights, as the area is saturated with mines and automated defenses. Sketch Prime, the main population center of Europa and central control authority of the empire is situated on solid rock. The Icy surface has been boiled away to make room for a sprawling megatropolis. This area has been completely terraformed, to the point of having an artifical environment - including plants and animals. Sketch Prime occupies a few hundred square kilometers of terraformed land, wich gradually fades into the icy hell which is Europa.
[OOC]
Whew, that took quite awhile to type out. Maybe if I get ambitious I'll make a map or something. I was facing the reality of the what Europa was in RL and decided that there was no reasonable way that it could be completely terraformed.
Military numbers are used with a 2% population standing force operating at 55% avg battle efficiency.
imported_Angelus
26-09-2003, 22:45
ooc:
The attacks become more and more frequent, and the Angelic ships continue their practice of not engaging the Seraphim fleet in an