STGOD 4 Game Thread

Jaded Masses · Post by **Jaded Masses** » 2004-05-04 08:37pm

The Psilon Imperium had been busy of late, but now things had gotten under some control. Many tug boats were dispatched to journey to The Republic of Nashtar to pull some civilian space stations (3) home. A cruiser and 10 destroyers were dispatched from the foreign fleet to escort them home.

Rogue 9 · Post by **Rogue 9** » 2004-05-04 08:37pm

NRS Excelsior

"Conn, Navigation. We're approaching the system, exiting hyperspace in ten seconds."

"General Quarters. All hands to battle stations."

Guns were warmed up, torpedoes were rammed home, and fighter bay doors were unlocked across the ship.

"Dropping now, sir."

"Shields up!" The shields flared to life and then settled to transparency about a second after the fleet exited hyperspace. "My God..."

The battle was already in full swing. "Launch all fighters! Get the Katana, Curie, and Newton in there! Move to attack the enemy rear! Move!"

The group's battleship and cruisers flew in towards the enemy fleet, going for a flanking maneuver. "Tell the Maul to open up."

NRS Maul

For the second time that engagement, a Warhammer class cruiser spoke. Her 400 large missile tubes were emptied within a minute, and the heavy nuclear warheads flew towards their targets. They were guided by active sensor, passive TV guidance, and if all else failed/was jammed, an inertial guidance system. The missiles flew past the heavy ships making their run and into the back ranks of the enemy fleet, targeting heavy carriers and motherships. Smaller missile complements from destroyers joined them. Back at the carriers, fighters and bombers swarmed out of the bays like angry hornets, laden with ordnance. They formed up and shot towards the enemy fleet.

Darksider · Post by **Darksider** » 2004-05-04 08:42pm

::::::KSN Third Fleet, Camaro System:::::::

"Sir, Admiral Nakema's coming in now."

The shapes of the KSN second fleet began to take shape on the sensor displays just as another patrol destroyer went up in flames.

"What the hell took them so long?"

"You want me to ask?"

"Later. Tell the fleet to form up on us and begin a dedicated advance deeper into the enemy formation."

The KSN fleet formed up on the Dreadnaught and moved twards the Krynor fleet, it's massive barrages destroying several small escort craft.

"Open a channel to the Nashtar fleet admiral. There's somthing I want to try."

Bugsby · Post by **Bugsby** » 2004-05-04 08:52pm

On board Dis Defender, Leego Diama was surveying the scene in front of him. His part in the battle was over. All the orbital platforms in the Sparta system had been destroyed, along with what few ships the Krynor had kept around for planetary defense. They had takes some casualties, of course, but for the most part they had a flawless victory. Explosions still flared planetside as Ouster ships bombarded planet-based defenses, providing cover for the Monacoran transports heading to the now unprotected planet. A job well done.

The communication officer gasped, then whirled in his chair to face Diama. "Sir, you should see this. At Camero. Biggest battle I've ever seen."

"Bring it up." A huge holo image appeared across the front of the bridge of the battle taking place at Camero. It had just started, and the Krynor ships were rushing in towards the Arcane lines as the first explosions started to flare along the lines of battle.

"Record this. All of it." Diama stood, transfixed as he watched the battle unfold before him. Never before had he seen something so terrible and so beautiful. The Arcane casulaties were enormous, but nothing compared to what the Krynor were suffering. Nashtar fighters picked apart their formations as KSE fusion blasts - almost as powerful as Krell lances - tore into capital ships. Watching the Krynor fleet charge the Arcane was like watching concentrate acid eat through limestone. It was doing heavy damage and would continue to do so until it was neutralized.

The bridge was silent, as each man watched the spectacle unfold, thankful that their contract had brought them to Sparta instead of the slaughterhouse of Camero.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2004-05-04 09:27pm

Sparta
Krynor Empire

The 3rd War Cluster had blitzed the system, blasting ahead of the swarm of Krell warships to engage the planet directly. The Dominance of Primates and the Pinnacle of Evolution opened up immediatly on the planet's shields, their spinal-mount lasers pumping megaton after megaton of force into the straining defenses. Gridfire erupted again and again as the wrath of the superheavy Wave Motion Cannon was released on the fortified planet below. Around them, the rest of the fleet opened fire in concert, turning their bows towards the world below. Bleed-through began to occur half an hour into the bombardment, as the shields bean to flux and weaken. Explosions erupted on the world below.

The Attack Carrier Harbinger of the Diaspora had half of her superiority fighters replaced with aerospace bombers. Their maneuver was daring- weathering the intense fire from both the planetary guns and the blasts raining from above, the small, fast-moving craft had attempted to fly through the fluctuating shield. Their pilots had been the most fanatical Hajr soldiers, dedicated and ruthless. More than half had been cut down by the fire being exchanged between the planetary guns and the orbiting warships, and of the surving craft, only a dozen had made it thrrough the chaos of energies that was the planetary shield. The small group of fighters swooped low, burning through the atmosphere like comets, diving towards the regional shield generator. Missiles leapt out, skimming the ground- megaton bunker-busters. In a flash of heat and radiation, half the continent found itself bereft of shielding.

Fire had clensed the defensive batteries from the world below, turning the hail fo fire into a light desultory rain, and then nothing- the orbital defense guns had been silenced. Two Strike Cruisers were falling out of formation, burning, and a three more were limping back to the monolithic Fleet Tender that waited at the system's edge to repair any allied vessels in need. the shattered remains of a dozen escorts slowly spread out in the zero-g, becoming a minor navigational hazard in Sparta's orbit.

<< Monacoran vessels, your path is clear. We will commence landing in accordance with your plans.>>

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-05-04 09:45pm

Thirdfain wrote: << Monacoran vessels, your path is clear. We will commence landing in accordance with your plans.>>

"We copy. Current intelligence places their main force on the fifth planet. We will take care of them, and then deal with the other planets. Your help with dealing with supply depots on the fifth planet at co-ordinates transmitted would be quite helpful,"

lazerus · Post by **lazerus** » 2004-05-04 09:49pm

Jar'lath and his high-command flee through to the Stargate to Gamma and Omega site. The Stargate is then distroyed, along with all records of the two site's locations.

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-05-04 11:11pm

Alyrium Denryle wrote:
Straha wrote:
Shark Bait wrote: "Very well then" the ambasador said "You have my promission to scan me, although we are fairly certan that there are no diseases that will harm humans in our systems due to the diffrence in evolutionary backgrounds. Yet you caution is understandable and we would more than likely do the same."
"Colonists said that to the Kellmen. Subsequently millions died because an otherwise benign diesease within Humans turned to have a harmful effect on Kellmen. We will not be so, rash, again, this way please."
"The internal environment within them is far different than it is for us"
Aryn said
"During my telepathic communication with him he sent informatiojn on his biology, and the PH is completely different. The problem between the Kellmen and the humans was that the Kellmen had a similiar biochemistry but had no anti-bodies against the disease. Any pathogen that would be harmful to us could not maintain homeostasis within his bloodtream, and vice versa. But, quaranteen laws apply to everyone."

The mage was talking to no one. The soldiers had already lead the visitors off to a military hospital. Once inside the visitors were lead through a battery of tests in almost every possible way imaginable.

-------------

Army Hospital, Meditaranian Sea Floor

Ten minutes later a man leafing through a stack of papers accompanied by guards walked into the isolation unit, which was empty except for the visitors, the rescued spacer, and a team of doctors working on the spacer. After a minute the new-comer looked up at the expectant faces of the Atlantians.

"Oh, no, these aren't the results. I'm the political prince of Monacora, leader of this nation and this world in the Byzantine Political Galaxy that we inhabit. This, friends, is our basic primer for every nation we know, and about their politics, basic military, and all that other bullshit."

The prince started handing packets over.

"The Arcanists, your friends from up above, the one nation that has been involved in every single combat incident in the recent months. Draw your own conclusions.

"The Covenant of God, now Defunct.

"The Jardanians, now Defunct.

"The Floaters, now Defunct except for random colonies in some systems.

"The Ousters, similar to Floaters only they aren't defunct and they are more blood-thirsty.

"The Nashtar Republic, close allies of the Arcanists.

"The Krell Combine, they sell anything.

"The Asgard, they were once great, they left, they came back, now they seem to have left again...

"The KSE, sore losers turned blood thirsty, the third member of the Arcane trifecta.

"The Veithans, an enigma, but they have damn fine reporting.

"The Monacorans, that's us, the only ground pounders in all the land.

"The Gladsheim, really just computers.

"The United Protectorates, the orphan children of Earth, also the fourth offical member of the Arcane Cabal, don't know too much more then that.

"Then there are the enigma nations, the Baelorean, the Ravenlocke, the Blood Realm, the Rhl'orrans, and the Psionics, only nation missing from above is the Krynor, but only because their ass is toast."

Marcao · Post by **Marcao** » 2004-05-04 11:18pm

Camaro
Krynnor Reinforcements

The Krynnor reinforcements had arrayed themselves into units, although some units had lost their commanders in the drop and as such, personnel from various units had to be mixed together. All in all, the units that had survived were considerable, well over two hundred thousand men and their units. While the number itself was impressive, the enemy held orbit and that meant that orbital strikes were a real possibility. The Camaro information network was down in several places, but enough survivors existed to inform the newly landed troops of the situation. If the world was to be held, the forces of the Krynnor had to smash their way to the Ousters landing zones in Basra. In order to get there, they would have to walk through a crucible of fire unlike any they had ever faced in the battlefield. It was a worthy challenge.

The Krynnor forces were not the best ground forces in known space; it was a fact that had not escaped the notice of their commanders and Jarlath himself. In the last few weeks, they had approached a series of merchants in attempts to widen their repertoire. There were dozens of outfits and worlds in the galaxy that were more than willing to assist in some arms procurements, although the funds available for such a process had been tight. In the end, the Krynnor forces had settled for weapons such as mortars and anti-armor missiles over heavy equipment. There had not been time nor wealth to buy powered armor for the Jaffa and due to this, the Krynnor forces were still at a terrible disadvantage. Nonetheless, some of the more glaring wholes in their repertoire were closed as well as they could be closed given the time frame and the costs involved.

Krynnor point defense fire had driven the attacking Ouster forces away, but that was only a momentary victory. Every jaffa knew that like devils, their enemies would be fortifying their positions. There was no time to waste, and thus after the forces had been arrayed they began to move using the cover of forests as much as possible. Being caught in the open would be suicidal, and while this slowed the Krynnor vehicles considerably it was preferable to being dead. The ninety seven surviving troop transports took to the sky, their powerful sensors scouring the area before the mass broke apart into five ship squads. Thirty five of these vessels flew as quickly and as close to the ground as possible, making a bee-line for the Ouster landing points. Their orders were to destroy as much as they could using their onboard weapons systems which had been meant to crack holes in the shields and armor of naval escorts.

Fifty other vessels spread out, aware that orbit was not theirs and that fire would rain upon them as often as possible. These vessels used their powerful on board sensors to passively and actively scan the ground. Each becoming a hunter killer group, capable of smashing nearly any form of resistance it would find on the face of Camaro. The final 12 troop transports would function as close air support for the large contingent of Krynnor forces. However, their flight courses were dynamic, hinting little at the actual position of the Krynnor moving columns. Since the Krynnor approach was slightly lower than the Ousters anticipated, it took six minutes and fourteen seconds for the edges of the Krynnor forces to meet up with their location. It was then that all hell broke loose.

The Krynnor not fools and were using their armored vehicles to screen their troops; the sensors on board the vehicles had not been tested in the fields of battle for long, and proved to be less than adequate. The Ouster chameleon cloth and camouflage worked well, and they had wisely held fire until the Krynnor forces were deep within their kill zones. The hail of explosive flechettes which erupted from the Ouster front lines was terrible to behold, and Jaffa fell by the dozens as heads, limbs and torsos were torn apart. The explosive flechettes left behind terrible gaping wounds, blood and body parts splattering over the ground. The wisest of the Jaffa ducked, falling to the ground before reaching for their weapons and firing towards their enemies. Most fired blind, but others were not so foolish and picked their targets carefully. Two of the lead vehicles seized to be when Ouster anti-armor hypervelocity missiles found their marks. Another vehicle had strayed too close to a hell thrower, its crew burned alive even before the tank itself met its end.

For a moment, it seemed as if the Krynnor lines seemed to stagger beneath the might of weaponry arrayed against them. The idea silenced quickly by the thumping sounds coming from the back of the Krynnor lines that seemed to echo through the forest. The first mortars began to rain upon the Ousters position, explosions lifting earth and Ousters personnel into the air with their force. Vehicles that had not been in direct line of sight maneuvered into position and opened up with powerful lances of energy, capable of punching through meters of earth in their attempt to find the hidden Ouster targets. Jaffa maneuvered into position, attempting to set up cross-fires with mixed success. The Ousters were not fools and had anticipated such actions, heavy tri-barrels demanding tribute in blood and bone.

Nonetheless, the Ousters were outnumbered and with the addition of indirect fire capabilities to the Krynnor forces they began to slowly but surely advance. The carnage that each Jaffa had to walk through in his quest forward was impossible to miss, but their morale held. They understood what they fought for, and understood that their sacrifice was the only path left open to them. Every inch was fought for, but the Krynnor were learning. They were using cover as if they had been born to it, Krynnor vehicles adjusting their sensors to try and make out the spirits of the forest that the Ousters forces had become. On three separate occasions, a troop transport had been called in to offers its considerable weapon systems to the fray to the dismay of Ouster forces. Nonetheless, even that was not fool proof. In the last occasion, Ouster hypervelocity missiles had done enough damage to the troop transport to bring it down to the ground. It had then become an immobile support station which had supported the Krynnor for over eleven minutes before being silenced.

The raiding force of thirty five troop transports had met with mixed success as well with its approach. The gathering of so many troop transports had drawn attention to the ships in orbit, and once their course was analyzed their final destination could not have been in much question. Fire rain down upon them, both from the Ousters and the Nashtar Republic and the results were unavoidable. Of the original thirty five troop transports only nineteen managed to make it within striking distance of the outer Ouster defenses which protected their landing points. The nineteen survivors fired together, their weapons exploding along the ground and Ouster positions with the fury of miniature suns. The battle for Camaro, had truly begun.

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-05-04 11:24pm

Camaro

"Ouster control, do you read me, Ouster control. This is Brigadier General John Alfresus, Monacoran Marine corps. You've got some back-up coming down right now. Would you rather we pick landing points, or we come to you?"

[OOB:

Three Marine Regiments coming down from Orbit to Earth.

As a note the Marines attack relentlesly, and are known to be absolutley ferocious. As such they have developed an aura around them among other nations regarding their combat skills. On the flip side, however, they are VERY VERY ammo intensive. And as such, even with a very fast support line, are only capable of performing for about a day before running out of fuel, bullets, shells, etc.]

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2004-05-04 11:54pm

Camaro
Ouster Defense Line, 120 Kilometers Outside of New Basra

Frija pulled herself out of the foxhole. The blast had filled her world, deafening her through the noisefilters in her combat helmet. Her vision was dim, and her head rung. She rolled over, and felt something crunch under her arm. Staring, she looked down at Welsh’s twisted figure- the mortar shell had landed almost on top of him, and even his power-armor had been insufficient to save him. Panting heavily, she tongued the control which released combat drugs into her system. She couldn’t afford to dwell on these things. Quickly surveying the situation, she saw that the position had been less heavily hit than the ones surrounding it- Mushroom clouds bloomed to the east and west, over the regions the 5th and 6th Assault had held. The urge to vomit at the thought was pushed back by the chemicals flowing through her veins.

She pulled herself under cover. quick diagnostic showed that her suit was damaged- it wasn’t an Assault-class armor, capable of ignoring fragmentation bombardment, and while it’s ceramic plating and reactive impact dampeners had kept the spray of mortar fragments from perforating her flesh, it’s left leg moved sluggishly, the servos damaged. Her mask was malfunctioning, and only her sonar and her normal vision sensors remained active. She tongued her ‘caster- and didn’t even get static. A piece of shrapnel had smashed the tiny communications device. She could see other members of her unit manning the weapons, but there were few- too few.

Pulling herself to the edge of the foxhole, she looked out in to the killzone. It was nearly red with blood- the Jaffa had been caught completely by surprise, the initial volleys of fire cutting in to them at nearly point-blank ranges. Chainmail-clad figures blanketed the field, some twisted into grotesque parodies of the human form. The smoking hulks of armored vehicles dotted the battlefield. Oh god, she thought. We did this to them- and they are still coming. A second wave of figures was advancing towards her. There would be thousands- and thousands after them, as the disorganized Jaffa began to meet at rally points.

Casting around, she checked the foxhole. Kale lay over his heavy fletcher, the top of his mask blown away by a Jaffa blast-lance. Westan’s burly form was no-where to be found. Damn. I have to slow them down- the troops in Basra need time to finish digging in. She vaulted over to the next foxhole- it too was a mess, testament to the accurate counterfire the Jaffa mortars had laid down. Two women she didn’t recognize lay there, blood leaking from their suits. Both had the insignia of the 1st War Cluster G/S Coordination unit. Spotters. Suddenly, Frija knew what to do.

Frija pushed over one of the cooling bodies- beneath it, bloodstained, lay the rugged combat ‘caster and fire control computer that had linked these two women to the fleet in orbit. Frija knew the basics of the controls- she toggled the selector to the Inevitable Ascendence – One of the orbiting Attack Carriers, a member of the second most powerful warship class in the Hajr’s fleet. Her Wave Motion Cannon, via hyperspace interaction, could blast a shielded warship in half with a single short-range blow. They could exert enough explosive force to make the most powerful nuclear weapons of 20th Centruy earth look like popguns.

Damn. I hope the suit protects me from the fallout- and if it doesn’t, well, I guess I’ve always been taught that the brief life burns brightly….

She set the coordinates to a dozen points, most of them over the Ouster position through which the Jaffa were advancing.

She thumbed the comm.

<<This is the 3rd Assault Company, grid 45/b by 2/c. Requesting fire support...>>

A thousand suns rose...

Marcao · Post by **Marcao** » 2004-05-05 12:04am

Krynnor Space
Camaro System

The fleet exchange between the Krynnor fleet had grown perilous and Jarlath inside of his armored Heavy Mothership was well aware of that fact. Over half of his cruiser strength was either destroyed outright or drifting lifelessly in space, any surviving crews doomed to a slow death as the fleet could not afford rescue operations. His troop transports were gone, the sole survivors assisting the assault in Camaro. The ground assault was crucial, but even now he had his doubts. His fleet would not survive the tempest of fire that was arraigned against it, especially not when the Arcane Empire had brought its whores along for this battle. He sighed softly, a sound that was barely heard by those in his bridge. He was not a God, but he demanded to be treated as such. Now more than ever, his mortality lay clear before him. It was a sobering experience, but he had no regrets.

The Krynnor fleet continued to occupy itself with the arcane forces, their rotations on their axis in order to bring their broadsides to bear met with maneuvers not meant to defeat the motions, but force extreme angles of attack upon his enemies. When the second of his fleet carriers seemed to be engulfed in fire and then destroyed, he understood the shift in arcane tactics. It was about time, that they concentrated on his super capital ships. Although Arcane fire was impressive in volume, it was somewhat lacking in strength. The Arcanists chose many weaker weapons over fewer numbers of larger weapons. It was a strategy that had its advantages and disadvantages. Arcane fire due to its style was somewhat less effective against Krynnor shields than was expected. The shield hardeners were more able to deal with a multitude of weaker strikes than fewer more powerful ones. It mattered little however, for the ships that faced the whirlwind of arcane fire still died.

But their enemies died as well, and when the arcane escorts seized to attack the Krynnor’s own escorts, they forced themselves to rely on point defense alone. It was a grievous mistake, as Krynnor Bomber Wings danced on the edges of the arcane formations, still spitting their fire at arcane escorts. The capital ships of the Krynnor fleet focused their fire on the cruisers of the arcane fleets, aware that the battle was quickly approaching its conclusion. Concentrated fire of two or three Krynnor motherships or battle carriers could strip the shields of an arcane frigate or destroyer with ease. The concentrated fire of two or trip Heavy Motherships or Fleet Carriers all but doomed the arcane craft to whatever hell they believed in. The Krynnor fleet outnumbered the arcane fleet, and it was making every attempt to exploit that fact.

The existence of the KSN fleet had not gone unnoticed, although they had been in a poor position when the Krynnor fleet had appeared in real space directly from hyperspace in position above and below the arcane fleet. The KSN forces had to realign themselves and spend time on approach before being able to engage, although when they did it was certainly spectacular for a time. The KSN fleet had chosen poorly in attempting to attack the escorts of the Krynnor armada. By that point, most of the troop transports had been maimed or killed either through their own actions or through actions of the arcane forces. Neutron blasts and particle beams tattooed the Krynnor fleet, bomber wings loosing members at a frightening rate. The beams were also capable of affecting strike craft and even impacting on shields before their potency had been totally diminished. Nonetheless, the fact remained that Bomber Wings made poor targets for such weapons, and casualties were relatively light due to that fact.

Nashtar forces continued to be a nuisance on the battlefield, their strikes capable in their own right but they were hindered by their relatively few numbers. Nonetheless, several bomber wings fell prey to their magnetic accelerators. Jarlarth winced slightly as three of his motherships fell out of alignment beneath the rage of Nashtar strikes and clenched his hands tightly the Nashtar forces swarmed by strike craft that in many occasions had no weapons left but their fighters and bombers themselves and hurled themselves against Nashtar point defense with abandon. Twenty bomber wings broke off from attacking the arcane lines and hurled themselves against the Nashtar forces. Most had suffered some form of damage, and none survived the engagement. It would be over soon one way or another, at least he had made preparations for the eventuality.

The second attempt by the KSN was more fruitful than the first to the eternal irritation of the Krynnor fleet. They had decided to concentrated on capital ships, mirroring the deadly focus of the arcane empire. Ships that had been brought to the brink of endurance by arcane firepower were pushed beyond by KSN weaponry. Three of his precious Heavy Motherships ceased to be, followed by two Fleet Carriers that simply could not hold back the ridiculous amounts of energies at bay. Six battle carriers and eight more Motherships joined them in the void, half of their number becoming twisted hulks of metal where nothing could have possibly survived. Internal explosions wrecked the ships, uncontrollable Naquadah reactions blossoming into space as the hulks twisted and spun out of control. It would be over soon…

Shark Bait · Post by **Shark Bait** » 2004-05-05 12:09am

"Oh, no, these aren't the results. I'm the political prince of Monacora, leader of this nation and this world in the Byzantine Political Galaxy that we inhabit. This, friends, is our basic primer for every nation we know, and about their politics, basic military, and all that other bullshit."

"Thank you for this... Bullshite was it?" said the ambasador stumbeling over the new word. "we will have our best translators begin working on this imediatly. We still have not worked out all of the particulars of you written language but we should be able to translate this soon." The ambasador looked down at the papers studying the alien symbols with intrest.
"Aside from this when will the tests be completed?"

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-05-05 12:23am

lazerus wrote:Jar'lath and his high-command flee through to the Stargate to Gamma and Omega site. The Stargate is then distroyed, along with all records of the two site's locations.

They will find no respite there, with your fleets gone, they will be sitting ducks for the 6th and 8th fleets

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-05-05 12:30am

Shark Bait wrote:
"Oh, no, these aren't the results. I'm the political prince of Monacora, leader of this nation and this world in the Byzantine Political Galaxy that we inhabit. This, friends, is our basic primer for every nation we know, and about their politics, basic military, and all that other bullshit."
"Thank you for this... Bullshite was it?" said the ambasador stumbeling over the new word. "we will have our best translators begin working on this imediatly. We still have not worked out all of the particulars of you written language but we should be able to translate this soon." The ambasador looked down at the papers studying the alien symbols with intrest.
"Aside from this when will the tests be completed?"

"Tests will be complete, I would guess, in an hour. At most two hours. Bottom packet there is a simple lexicon and introduction to English, French, and Katsuan. Those are our primary languages, if you'd like I could get you similar packets for other languages."

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-05-05 12:34am

"This is the Arcane Fleet, We need everyone to concentrate fire on their capitalships, they are targeting our cruisers and outnumber us. We could use fire support"

(OOC: You flagship is gone by the way.)

Ships faced with destruction put up their Prismatic sphere moments before they were destroyed

The Battleships around the new flagship pounded the enemy heavey vessels relentlessly, the Runes that indicated shields strength glew red hot throughout the vessels, but they had mages working on keeping them striong, and the massive shields on these vessels held strong, for the time being.

The point defense and medium weapons on the Heavy ships were more than enough to chew through enemy escorts(seriously, they arent naked)

Rogue 9 · Post by **Rogue 9** » 2004-05-05 12:35am

The Nashtar fighter pilots were having a turkey shoot with the damaged enemy bombers. The targets were unescorted, performance impaired, and running low on ammunition.

The Katana, a second run Claymore class, went to town on the enemy rear, MACs blasting their trademark tons of steel at the vulnerable carriers and escorts. Her attendant cruisers followed suit with less power, but still devastating effect as destroyers and frigates came to bear. Torpedoes shot out towards the enemy along with the railgun shells.

Camaro surface

"SHIT!" exclaimed Sheriff Four as the gigantic mushroom clouds arose in blinding light. Dazzled, he temporarily lost control of his fighter, barely pulling out of a spiral towards the ground. As he pulled out, he saw a transport and took a snapshot. "Sheriff Four, magnum. Lead, I'm Winchester on heavy missiles. Got guns and AA left."

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2004-05-05 12:36am

"Ouster control, do you read me, Ouster control. This is Brigadier General John Alfresus, Monacoran Marine corps. You've got some back-up coming down right now. Would you rather we pick landing points, or we come to you?"

<< Request Assistance in New Basra, we have control of the city and landing zones, but are about to come under attack by a numerically superior enemy force. They don't have any power-armor, but there's a lot of them. We could use some help shoring up the defenses and preparing to counter-attack.>>

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-05-05 12:38am

Thirdfain wrote:
"Ouster control, do you read me, Ouster control. This is Brigadier General John Alfresus, Monacoran Marine corps. You've got some back-up coming down right now. Would you rather we pick landing points, or we come to you?"
<< Request Assistance in New Basra, we have control of the city and landing zones, but are about to come under attack by a numerically superior enemy force. They don't have any power-armor, but there's a lot of them. We could use some help shoring up the defenses and preparing to counter-attack.>>

"Counter-attack? Screw that, start attacking boys, we'll land behind you and rip anyone in our way to shreds."

Shark Bait · Post by **Shark Bait** » 2004-05-05 12:39am

Tests will be complete, I would guess, in an hour. At most two hours. Bottom packet there is a simple lexicon and introduction to English, French, and Katsuan. Those are our primary languages, if you'd like I could get you similar packets for other languages."

"Thank you very much I will attempt to begin learning these languages now"

The ambasador pulled out the Bottom packet and attempted to find the one for English, he reopend his mind to thought waves for any loose thoughts drifting arround that might help him decode the language without intruding on someones privacy. He hoped that he was not holding the paper upside down he did not want to seem incompetent.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2004-05-05 12:42am

"Counter-attack? Screw that, start attacking boys, we'll land behind you and rip anyone in our way to shreds."

<< Acknowledged. You do indeed embrace the philosophy of progress- the brief life burns brightly. We will attack with you. Be advised, enemy warships are in the region, our ships are knocking them down as fast as possible, but they are still at large.>>

Marcao · Post by **Marcao** » 2004-05-05 12:42am

Camaro
Ouster Defense Line, 120 Km Outside of New Basra

The Krynnor advance was slow, the first bloody ambush had more than made clear the problems which the forces would face and no one was in a hurry to die needlessly. Armored vehicles led the way, infantry following behind. It was a good setup in theory, but the very terrain was against them. The front could only be so wide if all the forces wanted to remain hidden in the forest. Nonetheless, with the first exchange over and done with the Krynnor forces felt that the situation could only get better from here. They had been mistaken, although none of them realized it at that moment.

It had been the disorganized Jaffa that had slowed the advance of the rear elements, orders exchanged between field commanders as rally points were formed. The lead elements of the Jaffa forces were aware that slowing down would be foolish and thus they pressed forward. The lead rank slowed when their motion sensors, a new technology that had only recently been incorporated into their ranks alerted them of something before them. They all sought cover and approached cautiously, aware of what had happened to their brothers when the Ousters trap had been sprung. It was that hesitation that saved Frija, allowing her to do what her heart and honor demanded.

As Frija thumbed her comm, Jaffa moved into her line of sight a dozen eyes seeking enemies with weapons at the ready. One Jaffa in particular found her as she finished, his eyes widening, energy staff aligning itself with her position. The fatal blow did not come from the Jaffa but from the heavens above, tearing into the ground with untold fury. There was no time for action, no time for words. The Jaffa barely had a chance to inhale before the energies released by the Wave Motion Cannon dozens of kilometers above manifested itself.

The explosion was awe inspiring, but none of the Jaffa had a chance to see it. The first ranks were neatly vaporized, trees, earth, everything in the area blown outwards and upwards. Armored vehicles too close to the center of impact seized to be, those further back from the blast were picked up whole into the sky and flung as if they were mere trinkets to be played with. Clouds of dust and ash were sundered and ejected into the skies, and Jaffa died by the tens of thousands. It was not combat, it was a slaughter of such proportions that it seemed as if no sentient race should be heartless enough to use it. But the Ousters had, and by doing so had likely secured their victory on the ground.

It took minutes for the shock of the attack to fade, and more minutes for the survivors to gather themselves. Fifty thousand Jaffa had died, and over ten thousand more were injured or dying. Entire companies of vehicles had been removed from the battlefield and the entire Jaffa advance had been brought to a crashing halt. It would take hours for the assault to reorganize itself, comfort brought to the dying and assistance offered to the wounded. For minutes, no one dared to even breathe.

The troop transport assault upon the Ouster positions had been met with mixed success. The inner perimeter had proven to be a tough nut to crack, as the burning wrecks of eight troop transports testified. The fire from above and the anti-air capability of the ousters from below were thinning the herd of Krynnor troop transports. It was the orbital bombardment however, that forced them into suicidal action brought upon by sheer hopelessness. All the surviving troop transports made their way towards the landing sites, and as a unified whole attempted to break through.

Dozens died to a combination of orbital fire and Ouster anti-air but there were over seventy of them now, the last push that the Krynnor forces could manage now that their ground forces had been so heartlessly butchered. The reactors of the troop transports were designed to provide large amounts of energy, naquadah enhanced they were weapons in their own right. If even one of the vessels managed to break through the gauntlet of fire, a tragedy would be repaid in kind in the Ousters lines.

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-05-05 12:45am

Thirdfain wrote:
"Counter-attack? Screw that, start attacking boys, we'll land behind you and rip anyone in our way to shreds."
<< Acknowledged. You do indeed embrace the philosophy of progress- the brief life burns brightly. We will attack with you. Be advised, enemy warships are in the region, our ships are knocking them down as fast as possible, but they are still at large.>>

"You think we'd come here without mobile shields? We'll protect your lines and ours from them. HAHA! The blood will flow into the ground."

The transports initiated cloak, and came down behind the lines. Marines poured forth from the landed transports, supported by Helicopters, Tanks, Fighter craft, and heavy heavy artillery the death would soon be swiftly apon the Krynor.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2004-05-05 01:04am

Camaro
Forest Region South of New Basra

Rising from their fortified positions across the city, the Hajr's 10th and 11th Flatland Specialists rose- they were the equivelent of Army troops, their advance supported by low-slung, boxy tanks and IFVs. Flights of gunships fanned out above them, their sleek, dangerous forms festooned with missile launchers, plasma cannon, and heavy fletchers. Two more battalions of Dragoons were lifting off, their transport VTOLs bringing them around in wide flanking maneuvers- soon, they would land their deadly cargoes of avenging soldiers along the enemy flanks, advancing over the burning, radioactive wasteland to extract the 3rd Assault's vengeance in blood from the disorganized Jaffa troops.

Behind them, the Monacorans moved. Their superior equipment and mobility meant they'd certainly hit the enemy before the central Ouster thrust, but at least the two thousand troops of the advancing Dragoons would have a chance to engage the enemy alongside their Monacoran allies.

Cpt_Obvious · Post by **Cpt_Obvious** » 2004-05-05 01:13am

A figure cloaked in tattered clothing approached a large crystal construct deep within the floating city of Shade. In a raspy voice, the Ragman spoke to Therick:

"Therick-child, there is a great battle commencing against a single enemy. there is little doubt as to its fate. Now would be a good time to gain new allies by offering our weapons in exchange for the strength of the dead. We gain both poweful military allies, and personal strength from the wandering spirits that we could gather. the death of an entire nation would do much to power our warmachines."

It was rare when the armored figure did not snear when told given any form of advice, accept by his old friend the Ragman. The two had graduated their necromantic academy together, and many of the powerful relics that the Ragman possessed were forged by Therick. They were the closest things to friends that the either of them had, and that meant a lot in a life of treachery and deceit.

Therick placed his head upon his arm and thought heavily as to what he should do at this time. If he offered his strenght, we would be subjugated to the command of the leading nation. On the other hand, the souls that could be salvaged alone would be too valuable to let disappear. His time was running thin. Quickly, the old soldier began a course to the system of conflict. He began an open communication with the nation known as the Arcane Empire. It seemed logical to communicate with the only other nation not to use the strange metal magics:

"I bring tidings from the nation of Vykos. We offer you our strength in this battle as a sign of good faith. In return we ask for the souls of those slain in combat. I send to you our most powerful war machine: The City of Dis, which I, Therick, commander of the Vykos, will personally pilot to better aid you in combat."

Therick was pleased.

OOC: Read my OOB for more info on the City of Dis.