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Solarian Commonwealth Inhabited Systems: -Sol System -Centauri System -Rigel System -Eridani System -Procyon System
Naval Forces 26 Solarian Frigates 16 Catamaran Warships 4 Warbirds 48 Mantas
Civillian Ships & Government Freight 13 Bulk Freighters 27 Light Freighters 3 Supertankers 19 Luxury Liners 32 Couriers 21 Scoutships 9 Executive Transports 46 Shuttles
Adharan Pirates Inhabited Systems: -Adhara System
Naval Forces 1 Pirate Flagship 6 Pirate Carriers 24 Pirate Halibuts
Pelagon Union Inhabited Systems: -Pelagon System -Jadzia System -Sirgil System -Regulus System
Naval Forces 1 Warbird 8 "Bear" Carriers 9 Catamaran Warships 24 Rapier Missileboats 36 Halibut Light Fighters
Civillian Ships & Government Freight 6 Bulk Freighters 17 Light Freighters 1 Supertanker 4 Luxury Liners 28 Couriers 16 Scoutships 4 Executive Transports 38 Shuttles
Northern Regency Inhabited Systems: -Levo System -Matar System -Yemuro System -Spica System
Naval Forces 14 Catamaran Warships 8 "Bear" Carriers 36 Rapier Missileboats 2 Military Scoutships
Civillian Ships & Government Freight 5 Bulk Freighters 21 Light Freighters 1 Supertankers 3 Luxury Liners 24 Couriers 19 Scoutships 5 Executive Transports 39 Shuttles
Nemisis Federation Inhabited Systems: -Nemisis System -Topaz System -Virgo System
Naval Forces 2 Praetorian-class Elite Destroyers 12 Phalanx-class Escort Frigates 48 Javelin-class Combat Fighters
Civillian Ships & Government Freight 4 Bulk Freighters 17 Light Freighters 1 Supertankers 6 Luxury Liners 25 Couriers 15 Scoutships 3 Executive Transports 37 Shuttles
Federal Republic of Tau Ceti Inhabited Systems: -Tau Ceti -Antares -Pollux
Naval Forces 8 Custom Starships
Civillian Ships & Government Freight 22 Bulk Freighters 34 Light Freighters 5 Supertankers 6 Luxury Liners 47 Couriers 29 Scoutships 7 Executive Transports 63 Shuttles
Prologue 2187 CE
The Galaxy is a changed place these days, but Humanity remains the same. In just over 100 years humans managed to fling themselves almost completely across the Milky Way in an unprecedented migration known as the Great Expansion. While the outer reaches remain mostly wild, inhabited by only a few intrepid colonists too stubborn to live anywhere else, the "Core Worlds" of human space have become thriving population centers whose industries and agriculture are beginning to rival Earth herself.
Unfortunately these rivalries extend far beyond simple productivity. The original colonies set up by the expansionist nations of Old Earth did not remain under it's control for very long, and in 2107 the short but deadly Colony Wars swept away the old allegiances like the autumn leaves. In the place of dozens of colonies controlled by their respective Earth governments there were now a mere handful of powerful intersystem factions mostly aligned against each other. Over the decades these governments have changed and expanded, their alliances shifted, their conflicts flared and smoldered. Now humanity engages itself in the same endless conflicts and stuggles that have consumed them throughout the millenia. Soon, however, new forces will force humanity to unite... or die.
------------------ Out ride the sons of Terra, Far dirves the thundering jet, Up leaps the race of Earthmen, Out, far, and onward yet - Robert A. Heinlein, The Green Hills of Earth "Saddam Hussein foregoes weapons of mass destruction (and) values human life." George W. Bush
Unreal sits at the helm of the Event Horizon (Just a Carrier right now) wich is orbiting levo. "Ensign, how goes the harvesting down there." Unreal says motioning to the blue-green planet on the starboard side. "We have 120 tons of food and medical supplies" replys the ensign. "Send a tanker with 100 tons of food to Maxwells Purchase. Escourt him with 2 cruisers."
(Hypermail Begin) (to: Maxwells Purchase) (From: Unreal Centipede) (Encryption: None) (I come berring some food for the inhabitance of Maxwells Purchase. It will be a super tanker escourted by 2 carriers. They mean no harm, the cruisers are there just incase we get ambushed. In return i would like 100 tons of metal. Just load it abord the Super tanker.) (End Hypermail)
--------------------- Resources: 100 Tons of metal --------------------- Projects: ---None ETA: ---None ---------------------
------------------ -Unreal Centipede ------------------ Need a minor plugin made? Email me! (url="http://"mailto:Unrealcentipede@yahoo.com")mailto:Unrealcentipede@yahoo.com(/url)Unrealcentipede@yahoo.com
FusionMagma Chapter 1: The Art of Thought
Cruiser Commander Zsaothelel looked across the holoboard centered on the circular obsidian table that dominated the command throne on the bridge of the M.M.S. Shawaak. Strategist Msaorlelk was idly tapping his fingers on the rim of the table as he stared at the holographic game pieces.
Small bubbles of gas, the product of the Merasi aquatic breathing ability, periocally drifted up from out of each of their gills. The Merasi had evolved extremely successfully in their home galaxy, acquiring the rare ability to live and operate equally well on land and in the water, without need of specialized environmental gear. However, the choice of environment on each ship was the Cruiser Commander's choice, and Zsaothelel was apt to choose the aquatic sector for his flagship.
The game was known throughout the Merasi Galaxy as Jyrdwo. Developed over the thousands of years of warfare that characterized the early portion of Merasi history, Jyrdwo was still considered by the Military University to be the best form of command training for officers short of actual space combat or exercises in the Simulation Spheres. There were four fleets and three contested worlds in Jyrdwos simulated system. Each player controlled one fleet, with the other two fleets acting according to selected random battle strategies compiled from the initial Expansion Campaign in the Merasi Galaxy. The unpredictability of the AI fleets coupled with the ingenuity of a honed Merasi commanders mind demanded creativity and imagination, rapid decision making and agility, as well as one of the most prized commodities among the Strategiststhe ability to take in the entire battle in an instant and formulate an intelligent and practical response.
Commander Zsaothelel knew from the beginning of the battle that Msaorlelk outclassed him. The Strategist organized his fleet into a myriad of different formations and set his ships to evasive maneuvers that still kept them within the protection of the main battle cruisers. With amazing skill and cunning, Msaorlelk maneuvered all the different parts of his fleet so as to lure one of the AI commanders towards his position while simultaneously doing the same with the other AI fleet. And then, at the moment the Strategist judged correct, he masterfully withdrew his entire fleet from the engagement and smiled in satisfaction as the two AI fleets crashed into one another and began destroying each other, all without the loss of a single one of Msaorlelks ships.
Zsaothelel had received another shock when his console reported massive casualties on his fleets left flank. He quickly looked away from the scene of the battling AI armadas to discover that the Strategist had not used his entire fleet in the luring after all. A small detachment had crept up on his ships while his attention was on the skillful tactics used to weaken the other two foes, and thus had been allowed to cause unnecessary damage. Cursing himself, he tried to entrap the detachment, but Msaorlelk was too quick for him. As he tried to give pursuit and launched volley after volley of seeker drones, warning klaxons sounded and he suddenly found himself surrounded by the Strategists fleet. A flurry of fusion beams, seeker drones, and heavy fusion beams rained down on his positions and annihilated his entire armada. Msaorlelk then gathered his fleets again and slowly began firing more seeker drones at what remained of the two AI fleets, significantly depleted after engaging each other. Another thorough sweep of the beam weapons left his fleet the sole power in the system. The Strategist pumped an armfin appendage upwards in victory after noting out loud that he had suffered the loss of a total of zero vessels. Zsaothelel just stared in amazement.
Finally, he gathered himself together after the humiliating defeat and looked directly at the Strategist and opened his mouth to speak.
By observation, answered Msaorlelk before the obvious question could be vocalized. He began calling up a recording of the battle so as to have a visual aid while he gave the Commander his explanation. He gestured to the apparent absence of movement in Zsaothelels fleet at the beginning of the battle. A major mistake, that. You must always keep moving. If you ever become stationary, you have no chance. You must always be moving your ships into positions to advance your strategy and gain advantages over the enemy. Take this as a fundamental principle in all the warfare you conduct. It is always more to your advantage to be moving than to be stationary.
Zsaothelel nodded as the battle progressed to the part where Msaorlelk lured the enemy AIs to annihilate one another for him. The Strategist went on with his explanation. See, here I use the enemys own weapons against him. Throughout the First Expansion, we were able to manipulate the disorganized enemy into weakening himself internally before we struck from the outside. We were thus able to take much more with many fewer casualties than we would have had this tactic not been employed. We shall go through this battle again.
The Commander nodded, and this time moved his ships immediately into a formation that would allow all his ships to provide cover for each of the others. They moved cautiously forward, towards the position of one of the AI fleets. Zsaothelel was careful to monitor the entire battle this time, and kept an especially watchful eye on the positions of Msaorlelks ships. In this manner was he able to avoid a flanking trap the Strategist was setting for him, and his swift counterstroke allowed Zsaothelel to eliminate one of Msaorlelks cruisers at the cost of one fighter. The counterattack also moved him behind one of the AI fleets cruiser details, and the Commander moved quickly to utilize this momentary advantage, destroying five of the AI cruisers at the cost of two of his own. He regrouped his fleet, attempting to lure the enemy into a position more exposed to fire, but the ploy wasnt convincing enough to the simulator commander. Zsaothelel thus withdrew his fleet and moved towards one of the contested planets, keeping in a tight sphere formation that was spaced evenly enough so that there was zero probability of friendly fire should the need to discharge weapons arise. Troop carriers detached from the cruisers and proceeded to enter the worlds atmosphere and conquer the planet as a staging point for his fleet. Zsaothelel sent one fighter off to escort the troops and provide supporting fire; space-based weapons would be much more devastating when used on the surface of a planet.
Inspecting the overall strategic battle hologram, Commander Zsaothelel was surprised to see the Strategist losing to the two AI fleets, which had apparently combined to eliminate their more skilled enemy. Zsaothelel kept back from the fighting and smiled maliciously when he saw the last of Msaorlelks ships explode as three heavy fusion beams tore through its hull plating. The cruiser commander quickly organized his fleet and assaulted the now severely weakened enemy fleets; the Strategist may have lost, but he had still taken an enormous amount of enemy soldiers with him as company for his transcendence to heaven. Using both superior tacticsgeared towards countering the ploys he had observed the AI using against the Strategistand greater numbers, Zsaothelel easily vanquished the remaining enemy ships and secured the other two worlds in the system for himself. He smiled with satisfaction as he looked up at the Strategist, who held a neutral gaze on his features.
After the Strategist continued to say nothing for some time, Zsaothelel decided to discard the usual Merasi policy of extreme patience. He wanted a critique. Looking Msaorlelk directly in his eyes, he said, "Well?"
The Strategist smiled then. "You improved excellently. Perhaps you shall be Strategist one day. Now, let us check our progress. I want to know how soon we'll be able to initiate the Second Expansion."
Zsaothelel nodded, and both swam over to the main display and travel status holograms. They then shared a malicious grin.
Recently, the Supreme Imperator, the leader of all Merasi and total dictator over the lives of all living within the Merasi Galaxy, had been informed of the discovery of a wormhole in an uninhabited system near the galactic core. Now, the Grand Invasion Fleet, recently reorganized by his imperial majesty the Imperator, was working alongside legions of their military engineers and scientists to construct a jumpgate to stabilize the wormhole for travel to another galaxy. The advanced armies of the Empire were yearning for further conquest, and it seemed that the wormhole was the best oppurtunity they had. Strategist Msaorlelk was one of the three Strategists dispatched by the Imperial Navy to begin this invasion, and he was in charge of the Third Invasion Armada, which was to be one of three prongs that would travel through the jumpgate once it was finished.
Soon the jumpgate would be completed, and a new era would be opened in the annals of Merasi history.
Soon a new galaxy would join the Empire and further the god-Imperator's glory, and then more would fall, until none could deny the rule of the Imperator and his chosen followers.
------------------ All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. J. R. R. Tolkien (url="http://"http://www.ambrosiasw.com/cgi-bin/ubb/search.cgi?action=intro&default;=26")The Search Feature(/url)
Deneb
The planet Deneb was not muh to look at, sparsely inhabited, just a few farming communities dotted around. There wasnt much anyone could want from the planet. It would remain safe from wars and battles merely because it had so little importance.
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Deneb Government Hall
George Tellifer looked round the small building that posed as the planetary governemnt headquarters. It relly wasnt much to boast about. He'd barely turn a profit if he raided this place, as he might have done when he first set out in his current business. But like many things, his outlook had changed. He finished looking round, and strode towards the receptionist
Deneb Orbit Fury
Tellifer climbed out of his Halibut, dropping to the deck. The enhancements the captain had made certainly made them a better fighter.
A few minutes later, he reached the bridge of the ship, and entered the presence of the one who had unified the areas Pirates. The man had never given a name, appearing one day with his imposing ship and simply blasting anyone who defied his rule. Since then, his power base had been solidified, mainly due to the greater takings the pirates were getting.
"The denebs acceded like you thought they would captain. They didnt have a reason to deny us the offer in the first place, and with the offer of protection from the pirates of the area, they accepted quickly. We can set up a fueling station on or in orbit of the planet whenever we want. The core worlds are open."
The Captain smiled, nodding at Tellifer, before turning round and imputting a few commands into the chairs console. The captain was a silent man.
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Adhara Adhara Station
Technician Murphy looked over the frame of the Halibut sitting infront of him, wondering how he was going to do what ahd been asked of him. He was fairly sure it could be done, especially knowing what would happen if he returned with a negative answer. All it would take was some inventive thinking.
Research Halibut Missile Enhancement Pirate technicians and engineers are looking at ways to allow the attachment and firing of up to 2 missiles froma Halibuts frame. They would not be shot from a launcher, but rather simple detached from the Halibuts frame, and then have their engines ignite. It is probably a booster stage will need to be attached to allow the missile to function as well as a launcher shot missile. ETA:3 days
Project Deneb Fuel Depot While Deneb has a fuel supply depot, The Pirates wish to ensure they have a supply and depot they control, so as to avoid any problems that may occur. ETA:2 days
Fleet 1 Flagship in Deneb 4 P.Carriers in Deneb 2 P.Carriers in Adhara
Need to talk to Ipvicus about my ship production.
------------------ If someone makes a mistake, it is not my fault. I will however use it to my advantage.
Voted most likely to be a serial killer by Insane Asylum - 2002
Glory to the Federal Republic, the greatest unity of humanity that has ever been forged, the most magnificent empire in aeons of human history, surpassing Egypt, surpassing Rome, surpassing the stars and the heavens, surpassing the dreams of mortal life. The Republic, representing a new beginning, pioneers to a whole galaxy of worlds. This is Aquinas' city upon the hill, these are Nietzsche's superhumans, this is the beginning of Nostradamus' prophecy.
It was a dreary day, the skies obscured by a towering cumulonimbus of intimidating grey. Contrary to the overcast skies, only a light drizzle saturated the streets of the City, but it was cold and stubborn, and had not given a moment's relief for days now. It was cold, even without the rain, and even for this hemisphere of Merlin, and the desolate streets were emptier than they might normally have been. Even a legion would not have relieved these streets of their lifeless feel, however. It was etched into the grey stone, the same joyless hue as the skies, and whispered through the thin, dusty air. The streets of the city were too narrow for optimism, though apparently not narrow enough to prevent the passage of the occasional armoured vehicle, with its twin laser turrets mounted on its back, and two centimetre thick steel plating to prevent it from the occasional drunken mob throwing stones (sad, really.)
The sound of slow footsteps was all that was heard in the early morning of the first Tuesday in the month of June ('87), other than the whistling of the wind and the sound of the rain. Iron boots stepped lightly on the cobbled street - due to the rather low gravity of Merlin - as a man, whose face was obscured by a dark hood pulled low to keep out the rain, wandered the streets of the City. It was a pastime that he enjoyed. Only working class citizens had any reason to be up at this time, 0400 according to his wrist com., to buy essentials from each other, trading food and goods, and some more notorious items amongst them, but no doubt the weather had dissuaded most of them. Either that or they'd taken their business inside now, after another incident with a federal police vehicle - two men shot dead trying to flee, eleven men jailed, sentences pending, twenty grams of the most dangerous hallucinogen on the black market recovered and no doubt distributed amongst the corrupt police who confiscated it.
The rain didn't bother him, little did. Indeed, this morning seemed more meaningful than any of his walks in a long time. He always came down here, every morning that he wasn't away on "business", to view the grand Federal Republic of Tau Ceti (and Protectorates) in truth; to view its towering palaces and great wonders of the known galaxy; to view its fantastic wealth and undeniable beauty; to view, every morning at 0400, the soulless slums where tens of thousands were born, suffered, and died, usually sooner rather than later. Now, he was no vigilante, no dreamer, and he well knew that such was the situation in cities and nations all across humanity. He had never harboured any treacherous thoughts - nay, not he - but he came here still, wandering the streets, dressed little better than a beggar ina worn grey travelling cloak. It kept everything in perspective for him. Nigh on three hundred years since the industrial revolution skyrocketed a naďve species into the cosmos, and only the planet had changed. It was still the same idea, still the same goal, still the same corruption. But corruption didn't bother him. It was life.
This man was Raynard Dreil, and he was the captain of the R.S.S. Nimbus, a name dreamed up on one such walk for reasons that were as clear as the skies that had given the name birth were not. His ship had always been very much in touch with these slums. His was the flagship of the City, which meant of course the flagship of the Inner City, but to him he represented not the grand palaces and their gluttonous inhabitants, but these soulless slums, the streets he now walked. Raynard was by no means a man of sentimentality, of course. He did what had to be done. He'd been telling himself that now for eight months.
He stopped then, in the middle of one narrow street. In the distance, towering above the short, squat buildings of the City stood the naval command, one infinitely tall tower stretching out into the clouds, rings around it harbouring aerial fighters and light spacecraft that were barely visible. That, he thought, was his destination, although he had an hour yet before he was due to meet there. His head raised, the dark hood had slipped away to reveal a handsome face, if angular and with eyes as cold as snow. There was a no nonsense look about Raynard Dreil that extended to his personality. He did what he had to be done, without question. Eight months now, and one hour until it would begin again.
It was Diphidia this time. The President had made the proclamation five days ago. They were harbouring felons, pirates and the like, and intelligence reported they had a cache of nuclear weapons ready to deploy against New Providence. They would turn the entire planet into a radioactive hell if they weren't stopped immediately. "Engage with extreme prejudice" and all that. It had been like that last October, a necessary evil. It had been easy then, it wasn't his finger on the button.
Due to your outstanding performance in the Battle of New Tokyo, and your vital role in eliminating surface-to-orbital missile silos at risk of your own life, the President himself has recommended that you be in charge of liberating Diphidia. The Nimbus will be fitted with a new prototype anti-matter smart bomb in case enemy resistance is particularly strong. Fleet Admiral Landon Thranakos, Out.
The "new prototype anti-matter smart bomb", codenamed the Whitefire, was a weapon Raynard Dreil had heard a lot about during its production stages. Its power exceeded even the most powerful of current nuclear missiles in the Republic armoury - it could level the City fifty times over and form perhaps the largest crater even seen, naturally or artificially, on any planet in the galaxy. Ten million deaths, guaranteed, if used in a built-up area.
Raynard sighed. The rain had become heavier, and there was a flash of lightning from the corner of his eye, followed by a deep rumbling of thunder. It was time he was inside. He had a job to do.
The prototype Whitefire, a 15-ton anti-matter smart bomb with classified yield, is already being developed further, with emphasis on improving the cost efficiency and power consumption of anti-matter containment fields. This stage one improvement on anti-matter weapons technology will enable a more powerful yield in the same capacity, in addition to more affordable warheads. This will not, however, effect the affordability of anti-matter. 19/5 - 23/5.
Ten of the Republic's twenty two bulk freighters are having armour plating fitted to their hulls, in addition to greatly enhanced shield generators and military grade engines. Specific benefits classified. This project is stage one in a series of upgrade on the Republic's freighters pending their classification as Military vessels. No doubt Whitefires, and any further anti-matter munitions developed based off the Whitefire, will be fitted as standard on these armoured freighters. 19/5 - 22/5.
The production line of the Federal Republic is currently being expended in the aforementioned projects, henceforth they will be considerably faster than otherwise.
------------------ -Esponer
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FusionMagma Chapter 2: Handoff
Merasi Galaxy
Within the dense center of the Merasi galaxy, surrounded by concealing light and mass, lay a heavily guarded uninhabited system. Heavily guarded, because of what it contained. No, there was no valuable world there, not some potential colony ripe for Merasi settlement and furthering of the Merasi Expansion Timetables, but a spinning phenomenon. A wormhole.
And around that wormhole was the largest Merasi Imperial Fleet ever assembled. There was, truly, no way of knowing what could be on the other side of it. In the past, when the Holy Imperator Qzaoleth had reigned, all those who were to be brought under Imperial rule had been adequately studied, until all weaknesses had been discovered and adequate strategies for exploiting those weaknesses were developed. Then the fleets, usually no more than a few cruisers with their fighter escorts, had been dispatched to seize the worlds in question, implementing the psychological warfare strategies ordered by the Imperator himself. This explained one reason for the size of the guard fleet: the unknowableness of what was on the other end made it a necessary precaution. The other reason was that they would be entering an entire galaxy. Thus, they'd need many ships to take it anyway.
Strategist Msaorlelk smiled evilly as he thought this in the span of a moment. Already work was progressing well on the jumpgate, with the resources of an entire galaxy being poured into the effort at the decree of the Imperator. Freighters were constantly jumping into and out of the system, known now by the Imperial Survey name Outpost Relay, dropping off legions of engineers, scientists, construction workers, as well as enormous quantities of the necessary matierals.
"Soon," he assured himself.
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Project: Merasi Jumpgate Work is progressing rapidly on the construction in Outpost Relay. Although the efforts of the entire Empire are being directed towards expediting the building of the Jumpgate, the sheer size and scope of the effort is enormous enough to cause even the most optimistic of Merasi Planners to set a time of several Merasi Standard Weeks before the final completion of the Relay Jumpgate.
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Jadzia Station:
"Barcelona, this is Jadzia Station Dock Authority. You are cleared to at Docking Bay 34." "Jadiza Station, this is Barcelona. Expected ETA 20 minutes at current speed." "Commence final approach, Barcelona. Welcome to Jadzia Station."
As the massive Atlas Grav-Anchoring system in the dock started up, the captain of the Barcelona began the docking sequence. "You, there. Disengage the shields! Don't disnegage them to fast or the recharge capacitors will blow! And you! begin engine cooldown!"
It would be less important to take extra precautions if this bulk freighter didn't have the subcomponets of 10 laser turrets to be mounted on the station.
"Sir, why are these laser turrets even being constructed? We have no threats from the north!" "Well, this will make that sure." (OOC: this is not pertaining to the aliens)
The bridge airlock hissed open and the commander of Jadzia station appeared. "Everything looks good, Captain. We can start construction immediately."
------------------------- current projects: Jadzia Station Armament Equiping Jadzia Station with Laser Turrets ETC: 3 RTD's
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Forget the first post ov mine. --------- Unreal sits at the helm of the Event Horizon carrier. He walks to the accounting ferm on board. "How much we got?" unreal asks the accountint. "Enough to buy out capella and more." he replys. "Thats an idea then. Hyper mail the cappelian gonverments presidant.
(Hypermail Begin) (To: Capella Presidant) (From: Unreal aboard the Event Horizon) (Encryption: 2) (2 out of 10) (Subject: Buying Capella) (I would like to buy out capella. If you let me do it, ill give you 40% of the profits. I am prepared to give you 10.0 Million (what ever were useing).) (Hyper mail end)
Unreal waits for a reply by trying to hit his finger with the same hand that its on.
(Hypermail Begin) (To Unreal) (Encryption: 0) (Subject: RE: Buying Capella) (Thats fine with us. ill be expecting you shortly to make it offical.)
Unreal sends out a message to his fleet stationed in the orbit of Levo. "Prepare to hyper to capella! ...5....4....3....2...1" The whole fleet rocks as they enter hyperspace.
Gilmore. Commander Gilmore, actually, but he had done little from a military point of view to earn the rank. It just came with the title of World Administrator. Of course, in this day and age, he commanded not only the "World," Earth, but its planetary neighbors and the planets in four other star systems near Sol. He wasn't a very brave man, although he was the head of the Solarion Commonwealth, which was easily one of the most powerful human governments. He had advisors and generals who could be brave for him. And they were well-equipped, with a powerful navy, the only navy that included the new Solarian Frigates. Gilmore often thought that he was the leader of the only sensible government in the galaxy. He was surrounded by murderous maniacs. Hopefully, not for long.
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"Iris, welcome to the Reunifier fleet! We've been expecting you for nearly 3 months! About time you showed up! With you, those Sirgil Rebs have no chance." said the captain of the Bear carrier Sliepnir into the mouthpiece of the naval band radio. "Happy to be here, Sliepnir." replied the Communications officer of the massive Iris, a Warbird class Cruiser, fresh from Pelagon Shipyards on Opal. "We took a small amount of damage when a small asteroid hit your dorsal solar panels, but we have that repaired and we are set to go!" "On behalf of the rest of the crew of the Daedalus, I would like to welcome you to our fleet, Iris." added the captian of the Condor Daedalus. "Hey Iris, prepare to be boarded!" joked the captain of the slightly modified-for-boarding Condor Catamaran Nomus, "And maybe stow the booze below decks because we pirates have got a real thirst to quench tonight!" After the invitation was sent out, the shuttlepods where flying to the Iris like killer bees on a beekeeper. "Welcome, one and all to the Iris! Finest warcraft ever concieved or constructed!" bellowed the captain of the Iris. "Let me give everyone a grand tour!"
After 3 hours of poking around in the nooks and crannies of the Goliath of warships, the real party began. the captains of all 9 Condors, 7 Bear carriers (the missing 3 are: 1 in the Pelagon system as flagship of protector fleet, 2 captured by Sirgil Rebels.) broke open a cask of fine New Bavarian ale and had a hardy drink and laugh. After the party was over, the captains returned to their ships to await the order to attack Sirgil, for presently they where at grav-anchor in Tryvin. There was a jumpline from Sirgil to Tryvin, but a space phenomenon that makes a white dwarf gather another outer shell turned the star Proctor-4931 into a massive supergiant, and the warp line led through the star so it became unlisted, but for any pilot who feels he is up to the skill, he can pilot around the massive star during warp burn.
Clad in a bright red suit, which was considered high fasion on Regulus Prime, Planetary Representative Glenn Starp of that planet rose from his High-box in the senatorial chambers and stated an interesting proposition: "Presider Planas, I am becoming increasingly aware of the need of planets in our growing Union. Lethe, currently an independant human colony, would make an excellent addition to our grand Union. We must heed, though, that if it even happens, a long diplomatic, and, if worst comes to worst, a naval clash that would rock the galaxy. Rock our galaxy, because, Independant worlds can't understand our semi-socialistic ruling party, for they are still poisoned in the mind from the Soviet-American Cold War of ancient times. If an Independant world where to fall into our hands, the Far galactic North, which are the Satori, Persephone, and Zaphod systems may form an alliance, and that would be very bad for all major multi-stellar empires, because Independant ideology shuns the very thought of massive empires that span the stars, saying they are 'great monsters in slumber, and if awakened, they would devour the mouse that woke them immediately'. In summary, if Lethe where to fall the conventional way, the Independants would be fuming and unite for a common cause, but if Lethe joinded us, there would be no motive but the Lethean's desire for a more solid government and a promise of protection." "Thank you, Representative Starp. You have presented us with a very tasty proposition, and I'm sure we will be voting on this one for sessions to come. With that, I believe that Minister of Colonization Joseph Voronezh has something to add," said the Presider with his low, leaderlike voice. "Yes, I would like to say something, Mister Planas. As the head of all colonization done on our Union, I can suggest that we colonize an uninhabited world. No quarrels over ideologies, no threat of any kind of attack, except for pirates, and there is a such world to the south of us. It is currently called Scorpio I by our cataloguers, and spectroscopic tests have confirmed that liquid water is abundant on the surface. That is all, Chamber," squeaked the Minister of Colonization. "Well, good points from both of you, and I first will need to hash this matter over with my Assembly. And with that, I believe that this session is adjourned," /CRAAK went the mallet, signifying the end of another week of discussion.
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FusionMagma Chapter 3: Structure
"Situation: the jumpgate construction is progressing in accordance with the subplans of the Imperator. The assignment is to speed this process so that is moves ahead of schedule. Should you succeed, attachment to an Invasion Legion ground assault force is highly probable. The farther it moves ahead, the higher the promotion. Clear demonstration of leadership ability will reach the attention of the Strategist. Any volunteers?"
One hundred hands shot up; the entire company was ready.
"Excellent. You are to report to Relay Barracks 119 by 0700. 37th Metallurgist Company, dismissed."
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Metallurgist Commander Lelethos led the 37th. Although it had never reached his ears, for obvious security reasons, he was one of the most widely discussed soldiers who had come to the attention of the Imperator. His Imperial Majesty held the belief that certain actions in the coming Invasion would rest on his strong leadership, and thus had already set up a situation in which Lelethos could rise to his maximum potential as a commander. All that remained was for the proper moment to be chosen.
Unreals fleet enters the Capella system. "Welcome Event Horizon, You are cleared to land on landing strip ******** ."(Encrypted so you cant find out :D) Unreals fleet sets down next to a very tall buliding, almost knocking it down with the thruster fire! After a few hours of intense negotiation, Unreal is givein the planet Capella and all the ships on and orbiting the planet that is theirs.
Capella Confrence Hall "Im sure you will like this new leader. He is sayed to be the nicest person you can ever meet."-Unnamed guy Unreal walks through the doors accompinyed by 6 armed gaurds. "So, why have you ordered me here?" asks unreal "We want to ask you to start a trade alliance with Maxwells Purchase."-Same guy "Sure, How many resources will it bank?" "About 100 Metal, 30 Food and 200 Medical Supplies." "Ok start up the tradeing thingy!"
Alcryon Fury
The Captain was sitting on his chair on the bridge of the Fury , as he always was when the ship was leaving hyperspace. No use if he was in his quarters and something came up on leaving hyperspace.
And for once, something did come up. 2 unknown ships. Ships who quickly identified themselves as belonging to the Federal Republic of Tau Ceti, at least according to their IFF beacons. This wasnt so good. If the feds had begun to set up shop here, it'd seriously dent raiding operations. Perhaps they could be encouraged to move.
The Captain signalled to one of his lieutenants, a comm channel being what he wanted. Audio only of course.
"This system is under the protection of the TAB Protectorate. State your business here."
On the other side of the system, 4 Luxury Liners had entered, coming to a halt on seeing the 3 military ships. Of course, the Liners were actually Pirate Carriers, not that the republic knew that.
---- Flagship, 4 Pirate Carriers in Alcyon 2 P.Carriers in Adhara 36 P.Halibuts in Adhara(non-carried)
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The top Observation Deck of Jadzia Station was crowded with spectators waiting for the honorary firing of the new laser turrets. Directly above the crowd was the largest laser cannon anyone had ever seen: the Big Bertha 2. The only differences are that its laser generation core is larger than a regular laser cannon and it's SIC, or Shot Intensification Chamber, which, strangely, intensifies the laser beam. As Commander Lansing of the Station took the podium at the back of the gigantic glass dome, the crowd fell to a hush.
"Today will mark the begining of a new chapter in the history of our grand Union. Before this armament, our space had virtually no protection from an attack from the North. Now, we will be able to ward off any attack, or at least hold them of until reinforcements can arrive. Without further ado, I will give the Dock Authority to launch the exhibitionary fighter!"
A roar started somewhere below the floor of the dome and moved out of the station. A Halibut appeared and flew out 5 miles into space. The fighter was an old pilotless junk fighter equipped with a radio control unit. "It looks like everything is just right, so I will now give the order to warm the cannons." After 5 minutes of intense waiting, the laser cannons where totally warmed up. "FIRE!"
9 intense pulses of laser shot through space toward the Halibut almost instantly. Then, 5 seconds later, the cannon directly overhead shot it's larger pulse. Upon contact, the Halibut was ripped to shreds and melted to nodules the size of a baby's head. After thunderous applause, the crowd started filing out and boarding their respective passenger transports.
"Prepare to hyper to Tryvin!" Said the Captain of the Bulk Freighter Yak, filled with a thousand pioneers, which was begining a flight to Scorpio to found a colony there, after the debate on whether to subvert the population of Lethe or to found a colony on Scorpio. The Yak had been specially modified on Regulus II (OOC:if I've said Regulus Prime before, I meant Regulus II) "Copy that, Yak." replied the pilot of the escort Rapier. "Begin Warp Burn NOW!" the light condensors, which raise the speed of light to permit sub-system travel, started up with the characteristic whine. About a minute later the warp engine fired it's pre-warp burn and started acceleration.
"OK, Rapier, I want to get to Scorpio as fast as we can, so don't even decelerate to inter-planet speed." "Copy that, Yak." "Begin Warp Burn 2!"
On Scorpio, the native animals where gathered at a watering hole when the bulk freighter's shuttlepods landed and set up base camp. "I claim this planet in the name of the Pelagon Union" said the captian of the Yak upon landing." The freighter was then disasembled, landed, and reassembled on surface as another large building.
Scorpio: no services available yet current population: 1000 current defense: 1 Rapier
Back on Opal, the Pelagon Union Government Naval Yard was a buzz with the news: the government was regenerating the our war machine, a monster of steel and sweat dormant since the Jadzia Revolution. The Foreman of the Yard had strict orders to produce Rapiers and Pelagon Halibuts (with the green insignia of the Pelagon Union). Everyone on Opal knew what was coming: the Union was going to heal itself from the horrible wound it beared.
Why had the Sirgilians rebelled? First of all, on Sirgil, an isolated depression caused massive poverty and widespread starvation. Because the Pirates had previously raided the only freighter the government had planned on sending to Sirgil, supplies did not come. Second, a party called the Neo-Cassioki, after the mid 21th century party that brought Communism to Greece, formed on Sirgil. They where extremely opposed to the Union's way of governing, and they hated the way they befouled the name of Socialism.(the Union is Semi-Socialist). They began launching terror attacks on government faculities on Sirgil. The two tied together to make a combination that would topple even the greatest of empires. The Neo-Cassioki destroyed all communication faculites capable of broadcasting any sort of message to Opal. After the people of Sirgil staged protests in front of the government building, the Neo-Cassioki started a riot, which spread like wildfire through the dry tinder that was starving masses. Several radical Cassioki's stormed the building and assassinated the Planetary Representative, officially siezing control of Sirgil. Since communication had stopped, the first they knew of the rebellion was when the planetary rep didn't show up from Sirgil suspicions where raised. After communication to Sirgil was attempted and failed, a scout was sent to investigate. After being shot down, the Union knew exactly what had happened.
Onboard the Warbird Iris, the Naval Band radio snapped on and the news everyone wanted to hear broadcasted through the entire fleet: "We have recognized this time as pivotal in the Rebellion's progress and can authorize you to attack when ready" ---------------------------- Current Projects: Fleet Building Opal is building Rapiers and Pelagon Halibuts once again for putting down the rebellion on Sirgil. 2 Rapier Missileboat every 2 RTD 3 Halibut Light Fighter every 3 RTD
... to be continued
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Fleet Commander Zsaothelel stood in front of the Merasi, holding a stack of papers in his hands, a stack that he was currently looking at. After a while, he looked up, and spoke.
"Commander Lelethos of the 37th Metallurgist Company?"
"That would be me, sir."
"Excellent. As you may be aware, we're a bit busy here at Outpost Relay."
The other Merasi snorted. "I don't care much for understatement sir, but if that's what you want to go with, I'll accept it."
Zsaothelel nodded. He states his mind while hedging his words so that he does not offend. Clever. I can see why the Imperator thinks he has potential. "Very well then. I only outrank you by the barest fraction in name, but we both know i have more experience. So-"
"Sir, why are you wasting my time? I know all this. Tell me what you called me in here for. More importantly, tell me why all of us are here."
The Fleet Commander sighed. "Alright. The Jumpgate being constructed out there is to make the Relay wormhole stable. We're counting on entering another galaxy. It'll be the Second Expansion."
"Interesting. And how many ships are we planning on committing to this venture?"
"The Imperator has not yet decided the exact number. However, I believe he might not be sending enough. Don't worry yourself over that, as you'll be commanding a ground assault legion."
"Very well. Anything else sir?"
"Not now. Report back to my office at 1800."
"Aye sir."
"Dismissed."
Unreal puts in an order to start designing a orbital defence cannon. After a few hours, the plans came in. ODC: Cost 100 Metal: ETA: 5 days.
ODC: Sheilding: 100 Armoring: 300 Weapons: 3 Laser turrets 2 Missle racks: 20 missles
Income: 200 Tons of metal + Exportations: 100 Bank: 400 Tons of metal --------------------- Projects: ---2 ODC ETA: ---5 pages for both (simultainous buliding) ---------------------
The Northern Regency is a protectorate of the galaxy in the far north regions of the occupied worlds. It operates extensive trade with the northwest worlds, and acts as the middleman between those worlds and the rest of the galaxy.
Military Base: Spica Capital: Levo Others: Yemurro, Matar
The Northern Regency's flagship, the SS Endeavor, formed at the head of the fleet. It was a sleek, high performance scoutship, the pride of the Regency's forces. (OOC: We'll just say its better than a normal scoutship...it has more weapons, some more shields/armor, oh, and room for a bigger crew than 2. thats all). The fleet was assembled in the war base of the regency, Spica, 2 jumps away from the nation's watery capital of Levo.
Commander Kyle, in the cockpit of the Endeavor, broadcasted to his fleet. "Kathoon has agreed to join our empire in order to gain further benefits of our trade and protection. I proposed that their position, surrounded by our systems, encouraged their joining our empire. They will now get the full benefits of the northwest trade, as well as protection from any pirates who slip past our Yemurro or even Spica defenses. We will no longer need to monitor Kathoonese ships that enter our systems."
Kathoon is now a part of the Northern Regency.
Kyle then regarded his starmap on the monitor. Time to get some coordination going in this divided world, he thought. Send out a communication to Carnotaur of the Nemesis Federation.
<Good day. How are the eastern lights? I have communicated to you in order to make a deal of some sort. I propose a Mutual protection act and right of passage between our two fringe empires, to form a protective ring around the north and east regions of our system. Not only would you be able to benefit from the northwest trade, the route would be secure and we would have authority and power over a great ring of space. Respond via transmission if you please.>
Northern Regency: Capital: Levo Other Worlds: Spica (military), Kathoon, Matar, Yemurro
Fleet stationed in Spica: 14 Catamaran Warships 8 "Bear" Carriers 36 Rapier Missileboats 2 Military Scoutships (1 Endeavor)
------------------ Go Red Sox, Go Bruins, Go Celtics, Go Patriots.
(Hypermail Begin) (To: NRSS: Endevor) (From: Capella) (Encryption: 10) (I want to join the Nothern Regency. But not fully. Just a pact. You dont attack anyone of mine and i wont attack any of yours. In return, you have full access to my Shipyard and Outfitter. Drop by my office to get your cards for the access. The landing pad cordinates are ---. Then request to see Unreal.)
Unreal walks down to the shipbuliding/reserch area thingy. The ODC has its turrets and body done. The missle rack and auto loader are being installed. All thats left is the drives , the AI System, the autopilot is being installed in a room specialy made for it as well as in the Event Horizon.
Income: 200 Tons of metal + Exportations: 100 Bank: 700 Tons of metal --------------------- Projects: ---2 ODC ETA: ---5 pages for both (simultainous buliding) ---------------------
Onboard the Iris, the bridge was a blur with preporations for battle. Targeting computer updates, Fleet coordinating, restuffing the captains chair, etc. "Come on boys, we're gonna teach those rebs a lesson! We outnumber them nearly 3 to 1. Jenkins, put me on fleet radio!" shouted Commander Rečoru in a slightly anebriated state.
"Hey, listen! the Commander's say'n something! Put this through in the crew quarters!" said the completely sober captain of the Sleipnir. Being the first Bear Carrier ever made, it was quite an antiquity. It survived the Colony Wars, the Regulus War, and all 3 Pirate Uprisings.
"Fleet, in 2 hours, after I am sober enough to lead a battle, we will do just that. I want our fleet in "Golden Eagle" form, so get that way. Nomus, stay behind here in Tryvin and hyper in after about 2 hours." said the Commander.
2 hours later, the fleet had finished preparations.
"Jump in on my command!" said the now sober Commander of Anti-Rebellion forces.
Battle time!
The first the Rebellious Neo-Cassioki knew about the invading fleet was a strange glint in the midmorning sky. Before anyone could board a ship, orbital to surface bombardment was taking place. Mark 1 missiles, which where never designed for this kind of combat, where raining down upon the planet as if they where water. Soon, the Rebels had launched one of the 2 captured Bear Carriers and where fighting at the orbital level. The reb carrier Hephaestus had it's compliment of fighters out in no time. The Union ships where still engaged in surface bombardment when the 5 fighters attacked. They where all ganging up on the Sleipnir. The fighters of all ships where out as soon as the distress signal was recieved. Nearly 3 dozen Halibuts where bearing down upon the now 10 fighters attacking the elderly warship. The reb Bear Thoth was now spacebourne and had launched it's fighters to attack the Sleipnir. As soon as the Union Halibuts where seen launched, all Rebel Halibuts where called away and ordered to attack other Halibuts only. Back on the Iris, a Rapier strike was being organized with the head of the Silver Wing. They where to outflank the rival Hephaestus and strike them from behind while 2 Condors, the Tethys and the Dione, where to approach the Hephaestus from the front. Using what Commander Rečoru called the "Waterfall" tecnique. The Tethys was to pull up and then pull down on top ot the rival craft and fire. After about 15 minutes of planning, the Commander gave the OK to proceed with the plan. Silver wing, made up of the 3 head Rapiers in the fleet and 5 other Rapiers pulled off of the main fleet and made a wide cirlce around Sirgil and it's moon, Agroea, and came up behind the Hephaestus. The Tethys and Dione, after recieving word that Silver Wing was in position, broke fleet and headed to the Hephaestus. Meanwhile, the Iris, being the most powerfull ship in the system, was having it very easy. It had already reduced the Rebel Halibut population from 10 to 6. "Target locked, sir," said the Head of the Targeting department. "Then fire missiles!" replied the Commander. SHREAAAAAAK...... Something had gone wrong. The missile, as it had been found later, had ruptured it's primary fuel tank and was simply burning it's fuel to cut a hole through the Missile Rack.(Pelagon Union Warbirds where made with missile racks) BOOOOOOOM!!!! The missile, as most missiles do, exploded. While in the rack, though. The main missile rack had been blown off, and the entire missile stock had been detonated. No other damage was reported, though, for the missile stock walls where quadruply armored. Without missile support from the Iris, reb Halibuts where more free to attack. The Waterfall attack was going as planned. The Tethys had began it's ascent and the Dione was bombarding the Hephaestus directly. The Silver Wing, who had gone undetected, then started their prong of the attack. "Go for the side engines!" said the Cheif of the Silver Wing. Mk. I missiles flew straight and true towards the crucail cornering engines. explosion "YEE HAW!" "Great job, Silver Wing 4!" "Now for the other 3!" The Tethys, now descending upon the unsespecting Hephaestus, started firing it's Heavy Rockets. Dione, Tethys, and Silver Wing where all bombarding the warship from all sides. All help calls where dulled out by "acoustic shadowing", a form of interference. "Almost got him, boys!" Said the captain of the Dione. "OOH RAH!" "Final Salvo! FIRE!" A thunderous rain of missiles and heavy rockets swarmed to the Hephaestus. An entire stabilizing fin was blown off in the explosion that followed. "Nomus, you can warp in now, we have some bears to be boarded!" said the Commander after seeing the massive salvo upon the Hephaestus...
to be continued...
------------------ Onward to battle!
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Newly promoted Technician First Class Murphy looked on with shame at his latest assignment. It seemed the only thing completing a good job did was to ensure you got something even harder to do afterwards. Didnt the Captain know that all previous systems that claimed to shoot down missiles failed, largely due to the insignificant emissions a missile gave off, making it impossible to lock onto them. Murphy knew what the result would be if he didnt even try to do something though. It'd make failure seem like a picnic.
Research Project: Missile Defence System ETA:A few days, at least till after Tuesday
(OOC:And I'm away till Tuesday. No 'net access)