STGOD 4 Game Thread

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-04-21 12:39am

"Domarvus Empatethus Ezst!!"

And with that a mage summoned forth an Astral Deva(angel)

It spoke as a messanger of god, booming over the crowd as Godlight cascaded from the heavens

"Friends! Gods people! I speak in the name of God! These people are not your enemies! Your lives are better now that they are here. Your water cleaner, your streets were safer, until terrorist attacks swept across the city! The Arcanians are your friends! They wish not to harm your beliefs, but to allow you to express your love of the most high GOD in your own fashion! To worship as you please!"

The crowd stoped their violent riot as Mage-blades encircled the throng

The Deva's voice sang from the heavens like a church choir

"That priest is the true spawn of the devil. Turning you against those that mean you no ill will. "

As she said this, the priest seemed to become a demon to the crowd... his teeth grew and he radiated an aura of evil...

Who was to argue with an angel?

"Go about your business, be as you once were... That is Gods blessing to you as TRUE BELIEVERS!!"

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-04-21 12:41am

After the interrogations were finished, the prisoners who were not to be tried for terrorism were released. Unharmed, directly back into their homes.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2004-04-21 12:43am

And with that, the summoning flickered, faded- and disappeared back to whence it came.

The crowd let loose a gasp. The mage looked shocked as his spell died, and reached out, attempting to summon the creature again- and failed. He felt a fist close around his mind, slaying his will temporarily.

The priest stood tall, and shouted.

"They try to break your minds with enchantments! They pull illusion over your eyes, destroying your true Faith! Will you have it, People of God? WILL YOU HAVE IT???"

That was when a shot rang out. It appeared that some of the members of the crowd were armed. Firing from in the seething mass of people, a spray of rounds cut down one unlucky mageblade.

Rocks joined the spray of bullets.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-04-21 12:46am

"Pacify them!"

With that command the mage blades cast a hail of defensive spells around themselves that deflected away bullets...

They drew their swords, and a hail of arrows flew from behind their ranks, striking those that carried guns, non-fatally.

It was then that the crowd ceased their hostilities.. as the dragon passed close, it radiated fear, and cowed the rebels into submission. As the massive behemoth hovered in mid air, a mage blade walked through the crowd, grabbed the cowering priest, and teleported him out.

"Go back to your homes." The dragon said with a sympathetic voice.

"We mean you no ill will, do not force our hand"

And with that, the crowd dispersed.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2004-04-21 12:52am

A wave of humanity hit the line of Mageblade soldiers. More gunfire erupted, point blank, as one robed terrorist fired from the hip into the snarling visage of an Arcane infantryman. Volleys of rocks were pelting the lines of magicians.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-04-21 12:55am

Thirdfain wrote:A wave of humanity hit the line of Mageblade soldiers. More gunfire erupted, point blank, as one robed terrorist fired from the hip into the snarling visage of an Arcane infantryman. Volleys of rocks were pelting the lines of magicians.

Assume this happened slightly before my last post... They were simultaneous

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2004-04-21 12:58am

The screaming crowd dispersed spectacularly. They would carry tales of what happend back to their homes. Rumor had already turned the dragon into a towering Demon. The screams of the terrorists, impaled by arrows, brought stories of Arcane troops opening fire on the crowds.

Within days, riots had broken out in a half-dozen cities. More bombs were unleashed- Terrorist explosions killed two Arcane soldiers the next day.

Now, with the majority of the populace sullen and angry, the Empaths found little to track. The world would need more men to be properly held.

Rogue 9 · Post by **Rogue 9** » 2004-04-21 01:00am

[OOC: You realize I still have an expeditionary force on that world and a task force in orbit...]

Republican Marines of the 133rd Armored poured into the [city/square/wherever the riot is]. General Burnside, the commander of the force, chose well. The symbol of the unit was a cross backed by a chess knight and knight's helmet...

The tanks rolled into the [city/square/wherever the riot is], flying flags with the unit symbol. The gunners tensed, under orders not to fire unless the crowd started to pose an actual threat to their armored vehicles, and they were not to fire under any circumstances until Colonel Jenkins had addressed the crowd. This last part chafed at them...

In his command tank, the colonel fired up the rarely-used loudspeaker. "Citizens of Ix'agal, I am Lieutenant Colonel Mark Jenkins of the Nashtar Republican 133rd Armored Division. You are asked to disperse. Return to your homes. I hope to God that we don't have to force you to comply." That last bit had been calculated for effect, as had been the choice of unit. The 104th could have been here sooner, but the Darkhorse Brigade's standard wouldn't have gone over quite as well... "Disperse, and you will not be harmed, but we cannot allow you to take this course. We will meet with your leaders to talk if you wish. That is all. For Christ's sake, comply. I don't want to execute my orders in case you don't. Do not force me to do so."

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-04-21 01:07am

MOre troops were brought in.

Elite infitration units were used to root out terrorists and bring them to justice.

It was not long before an arrest was made. He has an Ouster, or at least it seemed. Gargoyle tracking had sniffed him out, and he was to be interrogated... somewhat harshly. As he seemed to be a telapath.. one with some unusual skills.

frigidmagi · Post by **frigidmagi** » 2004-04-21 01:48am

The Outrider has arrived at Shining Shield 72 hours ago. The news of contact had been released 24 hours ago. In the capital city of Firsthold on Lastport the partying seemed to have just started. The city began has a fortress drilled in the solid rock heart of the mountain, it was still 90% underground. Lucky this made for good sound control.

After 600 years of isolation, contact had been made. The average citizen on the street (or under, or above depending) was euphoric, sure that this was the sign of a new golden age.

Lord Protector Joshua Mattews was hoping there was a way to let them down easy. He had just finished a breifing on the historal data and then had a session with the Republic Ambassador. He sat on craved wood chair behind a simple desk. As a matter of tradition the office of the Protector was a spartan and plain has possible. At least the drinks arrived quicky.

"So, the galaxy at large is a dangerous, nasty place. Wish I could say I was surprised." The Protector mused.

"You really have a cynical view of things, my lord. At least we made contact with a friendly power. It could have been worse." Armsmen Garrick said with a lopsided smile. As the Protectors head bodyguard since Joshua could walk, he recieved alot of lieway.

"The Mattews didn't become and remain leaders of the Protectrates by trusting to luck. We'll have to estblish relations with the other powers, get trustworthy allies. We'll also have to expand our covert actions office and intelligent agenicies. It seems under the table dealings are standard out there. I'll send out an open letter to the other powers to get embassies set up. How's Embassey Row coming along?" The Lord Protector said staring at a well worn spot in the desk. His Great-Grandmother Rebecca was said to have sat there when plotting. He half hope her spirit was sitting there now to give him a hand. With his luck the spirit of Cecil Dunmire the assassin was there instead.

"It's coming along rather well. The main lanes already drilled out. Everything should be set up for the Nashtar ambassador in another 48 hours. The other embassies are going to take a bit longer, a couple of weeks." reported Counsiler Bifrost, head of the federal construction oversight office.

"Good. Now did you gentlemen read what I read? Planetary shields seem as common as Dire Bear spit. We have what, 4 worlds shielded? Time to change that. I want all the major worlds shielded A.S.A.P. The colonies and the lower houses too. Shining Shield should be shielded as well, it's a prime target. How quick can it be done?" The Protector continued.

"It'll take 4 months to shield all the major worlds, if we shelf everything else. Longer if we're realisitic about it, the budget you understand. Maybe we can buy a shield?" A General asked.

"I'll tell the ambassador to check on it. However I think the budget going to have to moved up, I'll state it in my speech to the Common's tomorrow."

"Sir, the Madson Trading Company wants to buy exclusive rights to the astrographic maps gained by the Outrider." Counsiler Parker of the federal office of commerice stated.

"Tell them they're crazy. In fact ask them if they know what Free Market System means. The maps that aren't classified are going to be released to the public tomorrow on the data-nets. Anything else? Good, I got a letter and speech to work on so if you'll excuse me, gentlemen and ladies." The Protector said putting the meeting at an end.

Marcao · Post by **Marcao** » 2004-04-21 02:05am

Manasan Space
Manasa IV, Government Palace

The government palace within Manasa IV was a memory of earlier times, and proudly stood in memory to the nation’s ancestry. It remained an impressive edifice, and was the oldest structure in the planet proper. Avery took the time to let his eyes wonder over the subtle curves and shapes that adorned the walls; he could appreciate beauty when he saw it. His arrival to the planet had been straight forward, his shuttle carrying him quietly to the designated landing zone. Once there, the shuttle had activated its chameleon field as he left it behind and made his way to his meeting spot with those that awaited him.

And now he was where he was supposed to be, in his way to a secret audience with the ruler of the Manasans. He was escorted quietly by four armed guards, each holding their weapon and their ceremonial armor as people that knew what they were doing. It was not surprising, these were the honor guards after all. He reminded himself that the Manasans were not his enemy, at least not these Manasans anyways. He was not an ambassador, he was here to make sure that if the leader of the current Manasan government wanted to extend an olive branch to the Empire, he would live long enough to manage to do just that. If it served the Empire, it was worth doing. And so he wordlessly followed his escort, his steps causing little more than a whisper as they made contact with the marble floor of the hall.

The “throne” room of the palace was striking, his eyes wondering for a few seconds as he sought to absorb all of it. It had not been exactly what he had expected, but he recovered quickly. His eyes slid towards his right and saw the figure which sat upon the throne. Ah, here was the man that he had come all this way to meet. The leader of the Manasan’s looked exactly like his dossier had shown, the guards coming to a stop and then moving to flank their leader as he waited to be acknowledged. The Manasan nodded his head and spoke verbally, in the language of his people. “I hope that your arrival to our world and your arrival to this place was enjoyable. I must admit however, that I had expected more of you.” He nearly smiled, although he had enough control over his emotions to keep himself from indulging in such a display. “I am all that is needed, as long as the information that you provided to my government was accurate your highness.” He paused for a moment, watching for the leader’s reaction before continuing. “I am only one part of the Veithan response. I am to be your bodyguard and deal with any stragglers that manage to penetrate your own defenses. In order to deal with the possibilities you described in your threat analysis, my nation has taken other steps.” His right hand extended, a galactic standard data chip in his palm until it was picked up by one of the honor guard and brought to the man that sat upon the throne.

The Manasan ruler nodded, arching a brow for a moment as the chip was brought to him. He wasted no time in accessing the information, his mood lightening considerably at what he saw. “I see that your people are thorough Mr. Cook. I accept your nation’s offer and will allow you to serve as my bodyguard until the situation stabilizes.” Avery nodded his head. “I am pleased. I assure you that I will do everything within my power to assist you in our cause. Now, if you would please excuse me? I would like to talk with your chief of security.” The Manasan ruler nodded, the chief of security summoned. The ruler watched as the Veithan and his chief of security walked away, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath. The ruler was aware that this alliance was a risk, but remaining unallied was even more so. The galaxy had changed, and the choices for a nation such as his had lessened. This was the best choice he could see, he only hoped that he did not live to regret it.

Manasan Space
Manasa IV

the VRS Helenestra was a bulk freighter not unlike hundreds of others based within the Empire. It had come to Manasa in order to deliver a wide assortment of goods ranging from consumer electronics to spare parts. Its cargo hold however held an extra item that had been a last minute addition to the manifest. That item was the HAU “Peace of the Gun” a one hundred meter long engine of destruction, which would play a crucial role in the Veithan plans for the defense of the current Manasan administration. The Manasan ground forces were capable for a nation of their size, but the HAU did not intend on taking the planet by itself. Thankfully, its purpose was to deal with any armored forces that the rebel movement managed to procure while working in conjunction with loyalists Manasan forces.

The Helenestra approached the planet without fear, it was expected after all both by Manasan control and elements of Manasan intelligence. As the Helenestra took position over the capital and began to displace her cargo down to the awaiting transfer points its sensor systems concentrated on a point outside of the city proper, located within a forested area. The target point had been designated in advance, a clearing barely able to hold the bulk of an HAU. It took less than eight and a half seconds for the civilian grade sensors to pinpoint it. Within two seconds later, the powerful displacers had gripped the Peace of the Gun in their hold and transport it planet side. The HAU had prepared for the moment, its anti-grav engines lifting its bulk off the ground before as its passive sensors gathered as much information as possible.

The external layer of the HAU’s hull was part of its adaptive camouflage system, allowing the assault unit to paint its surroundings upon itself. In this manner, it minimized the chances of visual detection. The sound of its engines was masked by counter-noise emitters. Manasan sensors were for the most part not sophisticated enough to localize or even recognize its a-grav emissions. A communication channel was opened, a pre-arranged frequency selected as the AI which controlled every aspect of the HAU’s existence attempted to make contact with Manasan loyalist forces. “I have arrived on station” there was a twelve and a half second delay before an answer arrived. “Confirmed, bodyguard package has also arrived. Please remain in location until needed, updated situation report will be sent momentarily.”

The updated situation report arrived as promised three and half minutes after contact had been made with the Manasans. The HAU devoted fifty seven percent of its processing power to run various simulations with the new data, the end result being favorable over 94.2 percent of the time. The possible rebel forces were substantial, but without the element of surprise would be incapable of breaking through a coalition of loyalist forces bolstered by the power of the HAU. It took less than an hour to plan out and choose the best strategy for the three most likely scenarios, the information sent towards the Manasans in the same channel as before. “I will remain on station until needed.” The response time of the Manasan operators was two and half seconds this time. “Confirmed.”

The HAU settled to wait, running a battery of self-diagnostic tests in order to ensure that nothing was amiss since its transit to the planet. The operation was slated to begin less than forty eight hours after its arrival on the planet. Nearly all the pieces would now be in place.

frigidmagi · Post by **frigidmagi** » 2004-04-21 02:19am

To: Nations of Known Space
From: Lord Protector Joshua Mattews of the United Protectrates

To the Nations of Known Space, both Terran and alien, greetings. I in my office as Lord Protector do extend a invitation to all civilized nations to normalize relations and lay down the basis for trade. As such we stand ready to trade ambassdors with any who chose to take up this offer.

I offer this invitation in the spirit of friend and in the hope of peace.

Rogue 9 · Post by **Rogue 9** » 2004-04-21 02:24am

The crowd totally ignored his troops. Colonel Jenkins sighed and got on the radio. "Disperse the crowd. Use as little force as possible."

Machine guns were fired into the air first, then over the rioters' heads. Then came the tear gas dispensers. The Marines would not resort to firing into the crowd until absolutely necessary...

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2004-04-21 02:26am

Lastport
Capital World, United Protectorates

An Ouster strike cruiser dropped out of Kincaid-drive at a respectful distance from Lastport. Gunports closed and shields down, it broadcast a simple message

<< We hear and accept your invitation. We bring a Voice for the Hajr, so that our people and yours may speak as civil friends. >>

Marcao · Post by **Marcao** » 2004-04-21 02:37am

To: United Protectorates Representatives
From: Veithan Diplomatic Office, Veitha III

The Veithan Empire acknowledges your offer for initital relations and looks forward to an opportunity to formalize relations and learn more about your people and culture. We are willing to accept representatives from your nation and house them within one of our worlds. In return, we wish for you to do the same. We will send a single ship carrying out diplomatic staff towards the edges of your space within twenty fours hours.

Bugsby · Post by **Bugsby** » 2004-04-21 04:18am

Faran Tor slipped into the pub and sat down at the bar. It was a Friday night, and the pub was full of Combine pilots and crewmen, lounging around the tables in various stages of inebriation, enjoying a night off. Tor ordered a double shot of Jardanian vodka, straight, and turned to the holovid to watch the last of the vidball game. He had thiry credits riding on the game, and even though the odds were stacked against his team, it looked like he was going to make money off the game. Tor laughed, downed his vodka, and ordered another. He never lost a bet.

The game suddenly shut off as a special report came on. The denizens of the pub moaned in disgust, but Faran Tor leaned forward eagerly. Headlines flashed up. "Riots on Ix'agal. Hundreds of innocents killed by Nashtar and Arcane peacekeepers during religous demonstration." The hooting in the pub stopped as the spacers came to focus on the holovid. The image was now a live feed from Ix'agal, as a holocam swept the crowd. Fires and rubble were everywhere as Arcane and Nashtar troops marched diligantly across the square. There was no sign of rioters at the moment. The holocam panned down, and everyone could make out an Ix'agaler lying on the ground, half his body burned away by dragonfire. His one remaining hand still clutched a blaster rifle that caught Faran Tor's eye. After all, he had sold a thousand just like it to an Ouster middleman the other week.

The mood in the pub was much more subdued. "Fuckin hell," one of the spacers muttered. "...riots still continue across the planet, despite Arcane and Nashtar peacekeeping efforts," the holovid continued. "This scene of carnage is being repeated in nearly every major city across the planet." More quick shots flashed up, each in a different location. Each showing more destruction and more corpses, most burned, many beaten. "People here on Ix'agal are wondering... when will the violence stop?"

"Those Nashtar bastards," said one spacer. "Damn mages," said another. Everyone seemed disgusted by what they saw on the holovid. Faran Tor just shook his head and turned to the bartender. "That, my friend," he said, "is why the Combine doesn't get involved in ground wars." The barkeep nodded dumbly. Faran Tor got up and strode out of the bar. As he left, he cast one look back at the holovid, but the special report was already over. And so was the vidball game. His team won.

Dahak · Post by **Dahak** » 2004-04-21 05:25am

From: Imperial Foreign Affairs Ministry
To: Lord Protector Joshua Mattews of the United Protectrates

The Grand Empire of Gladsheim welcomes you, and we look forward to open relations.
You may take up space in the diplomatic district in one of our orbital stations and will be sending a diplomatic mission to your worlds within the hour.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-04-21 09:02am

frigidmagi wrote:To: Nations of Known Space
From: Lord Protector Joshua Mattews of the United Protectrates

To the Nations of Known Space, both Terran and alien, greetings. I in my office as Lord Protector do extend a invitation to all civilized nations to normalize relations and lay down the basis for trade. As such we stand ready to trade ambassdors with any who chose to take up this offer.

I offer this invitation in the spirit of friend and in the hope of peace.

A short illusory image appeared

"We accept your offer. When can we commence the trade?"

Darksider · Post by **Darksider** » 2004-04-21 09:29am

frigidmagi wrote:To: Nations of Known Space
From: Lord Protector Joshua Mattews of the United Protectrates

To the Nations of Known Space, both Terran and alien, greetings. I in my office as Lord Protector do extend a invitation to all civilized nations to normalize relations and lay down the basis for trade. As such we stand ready to trade ambassdors with any who chose to take up this offer.

I offer this invitation in the spirit of friend and in the hope of peace.

To: United Protectorates
From: KSE diplomatic office
Re: Ambassadorial exchange

if you like you may set up an embassy on Carulan. we also wish to set up an embassy on your homeworld or one of your colonies.

Darksider · Post by **Darksider** » 2004-04-21 09:34am

:::::::Emperor's command bunker, Carulan::::::

"The third fleet has returned to the outreach system and the admiral reports all is well."

"Good. Outreach huh? so they finally decided on a name for the system we took from the covenant?"

"yes, the senate voted on it this morning while you were going over the strategic breifing."

"Fighting has broken out on the covenant homeworld of Ix'i'gal, the populace there isn't like the colonists we now rule, they are hardliners who have been indoctrinated into the Covenant's religion and they are willing to fight against any invaders."

"Tell the arcane empire that we are willing to dispatch a portion of the third fleet to help them secure the system."

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2004-04-21 03:55pm

To: Monarocan High Command
From: Asgard Military HQ
Sub: Troops
Encrypted

We are wondering when we should expect your troops to arrive?

Bugsby · Post by **Bugsby** » 2004-04-21 04:25pm

From: Major Vreling of the Manasan Armed Forces.
To: Faran Tor, Krell Combine.
RE: Contract
ENCRYPTED

Citizen Tor, we know that the Krell Combine prides itself on its awareness of galactic events, and so you must know of our situation with the Veithan Empire. This seemingly benevolent republic has never declared war to seize territory, but has slowly taken system after system by using its psychic trickery to sway established governments away from their proud heritage and into mindless submission to the Veithan empire. The Myheri were the most recent to fall, and I fear our world will be next. Our king has been in heavy contact with the Veithans as of late and he seems to be mere months away from announcing full sumbission to the Veithans. We therefore wish to hire your services and purchase an assassin to deal with our misguided king before he condemns our strong world to become a weak colony of a foreign power. For this you will be compensated more than adequately.
____________________________________________________________
To: Major Vreling, Manasa
From: Tor
ENCRYPTED

A standard contract will arive shortly. We have already deployed an operative. Our contract will remain in effect until either the king or our operative is dead. Should our operative be killed before his mission is complete, you will need to renew the contract or finish the job yourself. We stipulate this only because we refuse to allow you access to hundreds of operatives without any assurance of their success.
____________________________________________________________
From: Major Vreling of the Manasan Armed Forces.
To: Faran Tor, Krell Combine.
RE: Contract
ENCRYPTED

We know your reputation well, and are assured that no second operative will be necessary. Contract approved. We wish your man good luck, for all our sakes.

Marcao · Post by **Marcao** » 2004-04-21 05:10pm

UP Space
Lastport

The Veithan diplomatic delegation arrived at the edges of the system which the UP had provided. A single ship slid out of hyperspace before continuing onwards towards the planet Lastport. The Empire did not feel the need to impress, even though the courier vessel chosen for this task was of considerable size. The battle-cruiser Vanquisher name sake of her class had once been a feared sight on the battlefield. Now, her de-militarized hull carried an entire diplomatic delegation in comfort. Her internal drone bays had been removed in favor of spacious shuttle bays, her missile tubes and a significant percentage of her energy armament no longer existed. The vessel moved through real space with surprising grace, communications opened immediately as they presented themselves to the UP. “This is the VNS Vanquisher to Lastport control. The diplomatic delegation of the Veithan Empire awaits your pleasure. Our course and heading is as follows, we shall be orbiting Lastport in roughly twelve minutes.”

The information was sent, the ship’s gun ports were closed and its targeting systems were offline. The days of combat for the Vanquisher were long gone, and so it leisurely made its way towards Lastport. Once in orbit, arrangements would be made with the representatives of the UP in order to allow the diplomats to arrive planet side. Arrangements had been made for the UP delegation to be housed in Mulaya, the greatest minor world in the Empire. It would eventually become the thirteenth “core” world within the Empire, and maintained an extensive diplomatic and political infrastructure. Every foreign embassy within the Empire, was housed in Mulaya. Its natural beauty and infrastructure made it ideal for such a task.

Dahak · Post by **Dahak** » 2004-04-21 05:47pm

Gladsheim Prime, Vanaheim Fleet base

Upon receiving the invitation of the United Protectorates, the Battlecruiser Demonstration of Elegance and a screen of 10 Oenone-class Fast Destroyers left their parking slots and rose through the thick atmosphere of Gladsheim Prime.
On their way up, a small diplomatic delegation 'casted onboard the Elegance and after clearing the inner defense ring, they swallowed out, headed for the UP.

Captain tycho · Post by **Captain tycho** » 2004-04-21 08:45pm

The fleet landed on Edean, surveying it's vast industrial ruins, and setting up mining facilities to harvest the vast amount of refined metal. Hundreds of thousands of scavenger robots scoured the surface, bringing back all manner of technology; computers, weaponry, and databanks full of Covenant data. The metal was reprocessed, the weapons upgraded and installed, and the data sifted, then filed into their relevant archives.

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