STGOD 4 Game Thread

Rogue 9 · Post by **Rogue 9** » 2004-05-05 01:20am

Wrong thread

Cpt_Obvious · Post by **Cpt_Obvious** » 2004-05-05 01:23am

OOC: no, necromantic race, although demonology is a new rising technology

I just love that name. Most of the names for my floating cities are after mythological locations for the dead: dis and styx are the two that come to mind atm.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2004-05-05 01:36am

Warship of the Hajr Inevitable Ascendence
Camaro System

Subadmiral Atja's face was a mask- the sheer chaos of the battle was taking it's toll. Even here, in the sterile, peaceful command center onboard the monumental Hajr Attack Carrier, the simple knowledge of what was happening on the planet below and at the system's edge was enough to bring thoughts of despair to any man. Now, the sensor nets were picking up new movement, as the fast-moving Krynor transports fought their way towards the soldiers garrisoned in New Basra. More than half of the troops were on the move, but those who had been left behind would be vulnerable, along with the city's populace, unless the Monacorans activated their shields soon- which Atja wasn't counting on.

He dispatched orders to the fleet.

<< All vessels, focus fire on the transports headed towards New Basra. We'll cut them from the sky before they can rain death upon our combat-brothers and sisters there.>>

Turning, he signaled his strike craft control officer. Until now, the compliments of fighters had been busy provind close air support for the troops assigned to cleeaning up the last of the original planetary defenders. Now, with the threat of the Jaffa transports looming, they had new orders. Like an army of seraphim, the Hajr superiority fighters and fast bombers swarmed towards the enemy transports. The Krynor point defense was potent, but the Ouster pilots were experienced, and bold, hurling themselves towards the vessels for a chance to release their lethal ordinance.

<<2cnd Cruiser Swarm reports torpedo tubes loaded, and prepared to fire.>>

Atja smiled. The tubes had been flushed in the initial assault, clearing out the enemy orbital defenses. Now, they had been reloaded- and the Krynor wouldn't even have the time to realise what hit them. He gave the order to fire.

A dozen of the Kincaid-torps ripped from their launchers, their drives playing games with relativity, accelerating the projectiles to a parody of faster than light travel which would have sent Einstein spinning in his grave. The projectiles, fired at what was essentially point blank range, were quite untrackable by the shocked Krynor point defense nets. Each round impacted with an individual vessel. In normal combat, due to the longer distances involved and heavy ECM, the rounds would usually be forced to explode away from an enemy, damaging it with the proximity blast. Not today- the enemy was close enough that point defense was no problem, and the fighters swarming at knife-fight ranges were transmitting accurate targetting data from distances which left the enemy ECM hopeless. Each of the torpedoes slammed into it's target dead on, it's heavy warhead causing horrendous damage to the already wounded craft.

And with that, the rest of the Hajr fleet closed in for the kill....

Shark Bait · Post by **Shark Bait** » 2004-05-05 02:59am

The ambassador spent the next half an hour intently studying the packet he believed would teach him English. His guards paced nervously as they attempted to pick up any thoughts that would help the ambassador learn the language. Some helpful thought had drifted through the holding area, the ambassador now believed he knew the sound for each of the letters and was beginning to make connections between the words he could speak and ones he could read. Still some combinations confused him keeping him from advancing far enough to read the briefs on other species the political prince had given him. Suddenly an idea struck him standing up he opened his mind fully and said out loud as he held out the packet on English while pointing to a word. “Excuse me guard? Would you be so kind as to tell me what this word means?”

Darksider · Post by **Darksider** » 2004-05-05 06:06am

::::::KSN third fleet, Camaro Space battle:::::

All aroung the fleet, explosions blossomed

"Are those fusion cannons charged yet?"

"Charging cycle complete sir."

"Open fire"

From throughout the Third fleet's wall of battle, reddish orange beams lept from the hulls of the larger capital ships (Cruisers and battleships carry one, Dreadnaughts carry two.) and lanced twards the Krynor fleet. Special attention was paid to Jarlath's command ship, and the twin beams from Admiral conner's dreadnaught struck home on it's port side. Krynor ships hit with the beams were devastated. The end was very near indeed.

frigidmagi · Post by **frigidmagi** » 2004-05-05 07:43am

The U.P fleet closed into gun range.

"Fire" came the order and thousands of railguns opened up, reaping a harvest amoungst the doomed Krynor ships.

Abroad the Kincad class Dreadnought Union Admiral Tzu gazed down on his screen and passed along his orders

"Engage by squadrons, no solo's gun fights, we outnumber them let's make the most of it. Stay close to, we need to maintain overlapping point defense's and killzones. See if you can coordinate with the K.S.E and the Nashtarians."

frigidmagi · Post by **frigidmagi** » 2004-05-05 08:14am

By sheer luck a David class crusier managed to break through the jamming to get to the K.S.E fleet. It hollered it message into the void.

"K.S.E fleet, this L.P.S.S Rule of Law, sending data burst, repeat, sending data burst. Be advised both Arcanes and Krynor jamming. I say again be advised both Arcanes and Krynor jamming. Do you read, K.S.E fleet? Do you read?"

Darksider · Post by **Darksider** » 2004-05-05 09:31am

frigidmagi wrote:By sheer luck a David class crusier managed to break through the jamming to get to the K.S.E fleet. It hollered it message into the void.

"K.S.E fleet, this L.P.S.S Rule of Law, sending data burst, repeat, sending data burst. Be advised both Arcanes and Krynor jamming. I say again be advised both Arcanes and Krynor jamming. Do you read, K.S.E fleet? Do you read?"

"Admiral, We've got a transmission coming in from an allied communications vessel."

"Open a channel"

"We read you Rule Of Law What do you want?"

frigidmagi · Post by **frigidmagi** » 2004-05-05 09:56am

"Sending data burst, I say again sending data burst. Stand by for incoming friendly emplacement data."

Darksider · Post by **Darksider** » 2004-05-05 10:55am

frigidmagi wrote:"Sending data burst, I say again sending data burst. Stand by for incoming friendly emplacement data."

"Our sensors are working pretty well, but any help is apreciated."

lazerus · Post by **lazerus** » 2004-05-05 11:22am

Alyrium Denryle wrote:
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

I'm just reserving my right to shout "I'LL BE BACK!"

SirNitram · Post by **SirNitram** » 2004-05-05 11:25am

lazerus wrote:
Alyrium Denryle wrote:
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
I'm just reserving my right to shout "I'LL BE BACK!"

Four Overseer Fast Destroyers, having derived the location of the Omega Site and Gamma Site, had already zipped across the Galaxy at mind-numbing speed, and dropped a total of five hundred and twelve high-yield, fission-fusion-fission nuclear warheads on the sites until nothing usable was left.

OOC: You left. Don't pull a Trascend.

lazerus · Post by **lazerus** » 2004-05-05 11:28am

SirNitram wrote:
lazerus wrote:
Alyrium Denryle wrote: They will find no respite there, with your fleets gone, they will be sitting ducks for the 6th and 8th fleets
I'm just reserving my right to shout "I'LL BE BACK!"
Four Overseer Fast Destroyers, having derived the location of the Omega Site and Gamma Site, had already zipped across the Galaxy at mind-numbing speed, and dropped a total of five hundred and twelve high-yield, fission-fusion-fission nuclear warheads on the sites until nothing usable was left.

OOC: You left. Don't pull a Trascend.

++It's a MONTHS JOURNEY AWAY, stop that. *smack*. Plus you don't know where they are.++

SirNitram · Post by **SirNitram** » 2004-05-05 11:28am

lazerus wrote:
SirNitram wrote:
lazerus wrote: I'm just reserving my right to shout "I'LL BE BACK!"
Four Overseer Fast Destroyers, having derived the location of the Omega Site and Gamma Site, had already zipped across the Galaxy at mind-numbing speed, and dropped a total of five hundred and twelve high-yield, fission-fusion-fission nuclear warheads on the sites until nothing usable was left.

OOC: You left. Don't pull a Trascend.
++It's a MONTHS JOURNEY AWAY, stop that. *smack*. Plus you don't know where they are.++

OOC: 1) A Fast Destroyer can accelerate well above the normal speed, and definately well above the speed of a heavy cruiser. Stated ability in the OOB.

2) Yes, I do. The miracles of hijacking enemy equipment.

SirNitram · Post by **SirNitram** » 2004-05-05 02:11pm

Forces dispatched to Earth:
5 DN
10 BB
20 BC
30 HC
100 F-DD
200 DD

Overseer

Go, my minions. The heads of the Organic nations are gathered at these coordinates. Raze the planet to it's fundament, burn it in atomic fire. And, above all else, destroy the mages!

Sol system.
Earth approach.

The fleet pouring out of Hyperspace showed no signs of being here for the diplomatic party in progress. The Overseer vessels were brutally efficient in their design, and lacked any signs of life-support or crew quarters, meaning even more firepower was wedged in. With a single Alpha Strike, the armada spoke it's anger at all things organic and squishy.

One thousand and sixty heavy railguns fired in a concert whose primary music was the silent dirge of space combat. Enough relativistic slugs were dropped in one moment to end most battles, and they streaked with computerized accuracy at the handful of ships playing babysitter for their diplomats.

Thirty Fusion Cannons, one of the most powerful weapons in existance, also waxed wroth, hurling their divine Judgement down upon the Battlestations that covered Earth.

Tens of thousands of gatling lasers were ready and waiting for fighters or missiles to leap into targetting range. The Overseer did not build for guile or stealth, did not seek to acheive the upper hand through double dealing and politics.

With the overwhelming force that only comes from vastly superior numbers, the Assault of Earth had begun.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2004-05-05 02:17pm

Sol System
High Orbit

The Strike Cruiser Denier of Mercy immediately turned and ran. There would be no chance of lifting their personelle from Earth below, and the lone vessel would serve no one by falling now beneath the Machine's guns. Igniting her Kincaid drive, she left the system, bringing word of what had happened back to the Clusters. They would need a full report in planning their response.

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-05-05 02:19pm

The Prince was talking with Drevail when the alarms started shrieking. Breaking out into a run he soon reached the lower sections of the bunker. Inside there was screaming. He soon got the full analysis of the situation.

A new enemy had shown up, it was an unkown power. It had attacked many of the ships in orbit, and had destroyed some. The battle stations were holding firm, but they were no match for the new fleet. The Monacoran Fleet and Troop transports had made a break for it and had escaped as per the Cole Protocal. The strategic planetary shields had been raised to full power, the entire planet was covered hundreds of times over from any damage from above, and trying to land anything on Earth would be met by the sheer weight of the entire Monacoran Army.

Raising a comm channel he sent a message into space.

"This is the Military Prince of Monacora. You have assaulted Monacora. You will perish."

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

In the Ball the dignitaries were rushed into troop transports outside the palace. An attack had been planned for, and had been rehearsed for repeatedly. Soon the dignitaries were being hidden all over Earth in bunkers, shielded safe houses, mountains, anywhere and everywhere.

The Army and Marines had been prepared for war, and now were prepared to fight.

Darksider · Post by **Darksider** » 2004-05-05 02:21pm

:::::::: Sol System:::::::

The Glory-II Class battleship moved away from the now besieged planet, hiding in the asteroid belt, waiting for it's chance to strike.

:::::Earth bunker:::::

The emperor approached the security officer at the door to his quarters.

"What's the situation? Do we know how many ships are in orbit?"

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-05-05 02:23pm

Darksider wrote: :::::Earth bunker:::::

The emperor approached the security officer at the door to his quarters.

"What's the situation? Do we know how many ships are in orbit?"

"Three hundred. Maybe more."

Darksider · Post by **Darksider** » 2004-05-05 02:26pm

Straha wrote:
Darksider wrote: :::::Earth bunker:::::

The emperor approached the security officer at the door to his quarters.

"What's the situation? Do we know how many ships are in orbit?"
"Three hundred. Maybe more."

"What the hell are these things?"

"Can I get a message out to my government? We could recall the ships currently engaging the Goa'uld to protect Sol. I suspect once the other powers get their asses in gear, there will be a very large fleet coming to save us."

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-05-05 02:29pm

Darksider wrote:
Straha wrote:
"Three hundred. Maybe more."
"What the hell are these things?"

"Can I get a message out to my government? We could recall the ships currently engaging the Goa'uld to protect Sol. I suspect once the other powers get their asses in gear, there will be a very large fleet coming to save us."

"No messages are going out right now. We'll inform you as soon as anything changes."

Rogue 9 · Post by **Rogue 9** » 2004-05-05 03:17pm

Earth orbit

"Acknowledged, sir." Captain Moriarty stood up and turned on the shipwide intercom. "The President has ordered us to save our ship. We can't get to him. Its more important for us to get reinforcements. That is all." She turned to the bridge. "Helm, get us out of here, any vector, maximum velocity. Missiles, give them a farewell present."

The 50 missile tubes on the battleship's spine opened hatches and fired, the fission-fusion warheads flying back through the ship's wake towards the Overseer's forces. Some of the rear mounted railguns fired as well, hoping to score a hit over the vast distances. Moments later, the ship cleared Earth and jumped out towards Alpha Centauri.

Marcao · Post by **Marcao** » 2004-05-05 03:23pm

Krynnor Space
Camaro System

The breaking point arrived unheralded, the Krynnor fleets slowly but surely being battered to oblivion. In the bridge of his command ship, Jarlath allowed himself a defiant smile as the burning wrecks of his ships floated in space alongside the losses of the Arcane. Even now, with his fleet groaning beneath the hail of enemy fire the Krynnor forces poured their own fire against the battered survivors of the arcane task force. There were arcane ships that had survived, hiding behind crimson shields that seemed to repel any bombardment. Other ships glowed different colors orange, yellow and two vessels a sickly emerald as they floated in space. He did not understand the significance, and he cared little for it.

His fleet groaned and died as a dozen motherships which had been battered and bruised finally giving up the fight. Most were destroyed outright, shields collapsing beneath enormous energies moments before those very energies ravaged hulls. His battle carriers writhed in agony before half their remaining number succumbed to the hostile fire, six battle carriers were turned to drifting wrecks in space, their crews of goa`uld and jaffa killed through collapsing bulkheads and explosive decompressions. The strike craft were all committed to the battle, and without a place to return to rearm or refuel, they settled for crashing their hopeless fighters against the ships of their enemies.

One of his Heavy Motherships the pride of the Krynnor fleet exploded, filling space with a massive fireball as its reactors ensured that nothing and no one within the vessel survived. One of his fleet carriers fell next; its shields falling before three distinct KSN heavy fusion cannons punctured armor and tore into the structure itself. The Fleet Carrier was nearly sliced in half, 40% of its structure boiled or torn away before it tumbled on its axis lifelessly, maneuvering thrusters still firing as if by reflex. His flagship began to suffer concentrated fire, and immediately Jarlath understood that it was time to go. He turned around, motioning for four of his most loyal Jaffa and his second in command to follow him. As his ship struggle to keep the energies which sought his destruction at bay, Jarlath walked with his escort towards the internal star gate of his ship.

The surviving wings of Krynnor heavy bomber wings concentrated on assisting the rapidly diminishing Krynor fleet in concentrated strikes against arcane forces. The arcane escort strength was no longer an issue, most vessels destroyed outright while some remained hidden beneath their devil magics. The proportion of frigates and cruisers actually destroyed was lower, since those vessels had the stamina required to absorb considerable punishment and thus allowed more latitude for the devil magic to take effect. Over one hundred and twenty five heavy bomber wings concentrated their fire on the remnants of the arcane task force, adding their fire to that of the remaining Krynnor vessels. The Krynnor navy had paid a price for its concentration of fire against the arcane forces, but even now it would not be denied. Over eighty bomber wings fell prey to arcane point defense, as well assistance from the allies of the arcane but not before they took their toll in blood.

By the time Jarlath had reached the star gate room of his vessel, three more of his precious Heavy Motherships had fallen along with the final two remaining Fleet Carriers. The motherships of the fleet were suffering as were the battle carriers. They had never been designed to go toe to toe against enemy super-capital ships and where being removed from combat at an alarming rate. In the star gate room, Jarlath moved to the dialer and dialed the coordinates that would lead him to the gamma site and safety. The gate did not respond. He had no way of knowing that the sites had been attacked, nor could he have known that the gate was now a smoldering ruin. Jarlath dialed another address, only to be met with the same result.

The flagship reeled beneath the withering assault upon its shields, the surviving motherships and battle carriers transposing themselves between the incoming fire and the flagship’s shields. Jarlath cursed bitterly, ordering his Jaffa to go to the communications room and ascertain the situation of the hidden sites. Jarlath considered his course of action as the lights of his vessel flickered and his ship shook, if the star gates of the sites had been disabled that meant...His thought did not finish, a sharp object penetrating his back and lodging itself painfully in his spine. His eyes widened, his arms clutching for the dialer in order to maintain his balance and remain standing. His second in command watched Jarlath coolly, his right leg moving quickly and connecting with his lord’s back. Jarlath fell to the ground, hateful eyes staring at his lesser.
“What are you doing?! I am your GOD!” Jarlath’s words were filled with impotent rage, his host’s damage being repaired beneath his will but not quickly enough. He was paralyzed from the waist down, and it would take time for that damage to heal itself.

”You are no god goa`uld. I have served you for decades faithfully, but I am not goa`uld. I am tokra, and I have waited for this day for a long time.” The second’s words were spoken casually, his steps carrying him to the dialing device that lay near Jarlath’s feet. The symbols which were used dialed a tokra gate, the chevrons encoded before the gate formed.

”I will kill you traitor!” Jarlath’s words were nearly screamed, but without his jaffa guards there was little he could do until his host’s body had been repaired.

The tokra agent did not grace his words with a response, walking towards the gate and pausing only for a moment to look back at the fallen lord. A moment later and he was gone, stepping through the wormhole that would return him a hero to his people.

The flagship reeled beneath hostile strikes, the group of motherships and battle carriers which had moved themselves between the enemy fire had succumbed to those energies and were now little more than twisted hulks. The flagship’s shields fell, damage applied directly to the armor and structure of the vessel itself. Nonetheless, the ship was large and well armored, internal force fields keeping damage at bay for as long as possible as bulkheads collapsed and large parts of the ship were systematically opened to space. Artificial gravity failed, and Jarlath found himself drifting slowly but surely up into the air of the star gate. He was drifting slowly, the vessel rocked by explosions and he had managed to drag himself a bit before the gravity had been cut. It was then that the star gate came to life, the first chevron encoded, followed by a second and then a third.

Jarlath blinked at the star gate as it awoke, a thin smile appearing on his lips at the realization that he may still survive the conflict. He could still live! He could…his eyes widened then for he realized what position the lack of gravity and his earlier motions had afforded him. He was now hovering in such a position, that when the wormhole that linked star gates formed. Terror slithered down his wounded spine and exploded in his stomach, his eyes hinting at the terror within as he struggled mightily to change his position in the room. It was not to no avail, when the final chevron was encoded the rush of energy which accompanied such an event met him head on. Jarlath barely had time to scream before the energies washed over him and consumed him. The echo of his scream living in the halls of his vessel for a second or so before the flagship joined its master in the abyss.

The Krynnor fleet was defeated, its final remnants dead or dying and with the loss of the flagship all ship coordination seized. The battered survivors attempted to take the only course they had, since no interdictors were holding them in place. Three surviving but battered motherships attempted to go into hyperspace, one destroyed before being able to do so. The other two lost themselves in hyperspace, one battle carrier managed to survive long enough to jump into hyperspace although the ship itself was holding itself together by determination alone. Ten bomber wings followed the exodus into hyperspace, and a single heavy mothership fled into hyperspace as well. All the ships followed different vectors, fleeing from the battle at apparently random courses. The battle for Camaro was over, the Krynnor fleet would never fight again. Space was littered with Krynnor dead and dying, life pods and strike craft as common as stars in a clear night. The loss of life was enormous, thousands upon thousands of trained personnel and Jaffa had died, but their pain was mirrored in the arcane lines…

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OOC: this is the end my friends. The Space battle is over.

InnocentBystander · Post by **InnocentBystander** » 2004-05-05 03:33pm

Sol - Earth Orbit
As the alien fleet approached the system Commodore Klikna Jaszee ordered the Infallible's defensive systems to be brought online, the Infallible's compliment of shuttles, already laiden with cargo, gifts the Commonwealth had wanted to give to aliens, and loaded with ships compliment of marines where quickly sent to earth to assist in whatever way possible. When the shuttles were clear the Infallible engaged its FTL drive, heading away from sol to the nearest system in order to power down its defences and make use of its real-time long range communications equipment.

Shortly after the Infallible left earth orbit the Homeworld Senate recieved a short communique, regardnig the siege of earth. The senate had been meeting daily now for almost a month.

On the Senate Floor

"The humans are trading partners now!" protested one senator.
"We have no business helping these aliens, let them deal with their own problems!" shouted another.
"It is undenyable, these attackers are dangerous, after earth, where to next? Bael could be the next homeworld they target!" a third senator suggested, the room grew silent as senator Leenhau rose.
"I must agree, these aliens pose a major threat to Bael . . ."before she could finish, Senator Mankan Draak spoke.
"Senators, we must declare a state of emergancy!" the crowd roared, a state of emergancy would be declared.
"If we are to declare a state of emergancy, than I suggest," Leenhau continued, "we mobilize, give the Navy authorization to confiscate ships for military duty and prepare Generation 63 for military action." there was little debate. All ships were recalled, those on trade routes to earth were ordered to join the Infallible. Escorts sent to the edge of Baeloaren space, ever on the look-out for invaders.

Earth
Over a dozen shuttles flew towards earth, making it into the atmosphere shortly before the planetary shields were raised.
<<This is Baeloaren Shuttle Convoy, Major Bralahhnek speak, we've been sent to assist you in any way possible, please transmit landing coordinane>>

Shipyard Report:
4 Homeworld class battlecruisers have been completed, undergoing final inspecting and crewing.

After the trade agreement was signed orders came in from all over for new escort sized ships were ordered to help defend cargo ships carrying "exotic" goods to and from human colonies.
125 Escort class corvettes
75 Republic class frigates
6 Megaron class destroyers
Production has been increased, orders will be completed within a month or two.

Worker Reports:
While trained for combat should the need arise, Generation 63, the "next" generation of workers will have additional combat training. As such the launch of Generation 63 will delayed by at least a month.

Industry Report:
Baeloaren Industry is making a shift, from luxury goods almost exclusively to 50% - 50%, military, luxury.

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-05-05 03:34pm

Camaro
Krynor Space

Admiral Santiago watched as the two Zugzwang Battle Ships crippled a Krynor Escort Ships. Smilling he gave orders for the fleet to pull about, and head towards the main part of the now dimished fray, leaving the flank to be guarded by much more abler ships. As the fleet pulled about, and began it's advance towards the center the communications officer shouted out, and forwarded a message to his terminal. It was not good...

A minute later

Broadcast over every communications channel available, Santiago was heard by everyone in the combined fleet.

"This is Admiral Santiago of the Monacoran Astral Navy. We have just recieved indirect news from Earth. A large battle group of over three hundred ships of an unkown power has warped into Sol, they have blockaded Earth, attacked your and our ships in its orbit, and have performed hostile actions. They have been unresponsive to attempts to communicate. We will send all information that we have on the attack to your ships, now. It looks like it will be a long day."