STGOD 4 Game Thread

[Straha]

The Army/Marine counter-attack reported near complete succsess, the "Bunker" in Monaco was rlatively unharmed, the Krell Combine's represenitives were currently in the Hospital section being treated, and having the leg reattached. But things were not going well in space. They had just raised the reserve shielding to protect Earth from the effects of the bombardment in space, but things were not going to go well even then. Earth was still habitable, there had been enough shielding over Earth to protect it from most of the damage, but rebuilding would be hard. The Prince was frantically trying to learn about the ground front, and the space front, but sensor data was iffy at best.
Suddenly the space comm channel came to life.

"Hey boys! The Navy is in town and we hope you saved some... OH MY FUCKING GOD! Get me a direct line with the prince NOW."

The line went to static, then after a minute Santiago came back up on screen.

"What happened?"

"We were hit, hit bad, Monaco was crushed, literally. Reports are scarce, we've lost contact with Northern Europe, and Africa. The Political Prince is okay, Japan is damaged, the Tokyo Bunker complex reports light damage... The army is repelling the Invaders. They have retreated into the atmosphere... Shielding is low, we're hoping to destroy them soon, but we think we may have to damage Earth even more... Things are not pleasent here..."

"Oh fuck... do we have permission to engage?"

"Yes... if you could, yes..."


[OOB:

Camaro Space forces, moved to Earth]

[Dahak]

Sol system

The fleet consensus assessed the situation. As far as it could tell, the robotic ships were doomed.
There was no reason to stay.
A message was sent out.
"To the Monacorans. Should you need any further help, please feel free to ask."

The fighters then returned to their bays, and then the battle group punched their wormholes into space, and whisked away, making their way home.

[Darksider]

::::::Sol Space Battle::::::

"four enemy cruisers and eight destroyers have been neutralized sir, but our fighter squadrons are getting slaughtered.

"Pull us out of the atmosphere. Recall all fighter wings"

The KSN armada retreated out of the atmosphere after losing two cruisers and fifteen patrol destroyers.

The armada withdrew to outside the Overseer's weapons ranges.

"What the hell can we do? if we go down after them, it'll be a bloodbath, and if we use our fusion cannons, we'll burn off the atmosphere."

"We pick them off one by one. we use low power fusion cannon shots to pick off smaller ships from outside their range."

"Begin the charging cycle, 15% power"

"Where the hell are those allied renforcements?"

[SirNitram]

With KSN's reluctance to engage, the Overseer was under no such restriction.

But they weren't fighting back. The ships instead evaded shots as best they could, releasing the newest weapons from their foul chest of toys. Cobalt bombs were released onto the surface, to seed regions with lethal radiation. If the Organics weren't going to pull out enough stops, the Overseer would simply make it even more costly.

[Straha]

"This is Monacoran Ground Control. Those are Radioactive Bombs. Our reserve shields are stopping them for now, and we will stop most over flow power from your attacks. Rip them to SHREDS now! While you still can."

[Darksider]

"This is Monacoran Ground Control. Those are Radioactive Bombs. Our reserve shields are stopping them for now, and we will stop most over flow power from your attacks. Rip them to SHREDS now! While you still can."

"Rodger that."

"Are we still outside their weapons range?"

"Yes admiral"

"Transfer all power to the fusion cannons. I want them ready to fire."

"The shields and weapons will be offline for three minutes after we fire. All we'll be able to do is run, and not very fast."

"We have no choice."

"Increasing power now."

"Fusion cannons at 80%, 90%, fusion cannons fully charged."

"Open fire."

A massive barrage of energy lept outwards twards the Overseer's fleet, tearing into it.

[Straha]

The prince looked at the displays.


The shields had stopped most of the overflow. Some had made it through, not enough to cause any eabilitating damage, but it just compounded what was already bad. The shields themselves made the sensors on the ground malfunction, and that made it somewhat worse because the sensors were always over-estimating the damage, turning the high-command into a bunch of nervous wrecks thinking about how bad the damage could be.

Admiral Santiago had, meanwhile, begun to advance. The ships would not be able to deal any serious damage, but they could help to destroy as much as they could while reinforcements arrived from other nations.

[SirNitram]

The fusion shots tore the Overseer's ships apart, but not without even more damage to the ravaged planet beneath. The ships crashed; a few into mountains or plains, others into the ocean to detonate beneath the waves.

The Organics, it seemed, had 'won'. And the prize? Earth had been laid to waste. The atmosphere was going to be hostile for a long time; atmospheric loading from projectile weapons, ionizing radiation from the passage of energy and matter, and of course the massive amounts of thermal radiation.

The surface was just as bad; where it wasn't actually scorched to bedrock, chunks of irradiated metal or cobalt poisoned the soil with radiation. In other places, lone Constructs, no longer receiving orders from the Programmers, wandered lonely and unguided, until the cleanup crews and patrols found them and blasted them to bits.

The burnt out husks of warships lay near the ruins of once-great cities. The Overseer had come from the edge of known space and only destroyed.

[Rogue 9]

The huge Republic armada at Alpha Centauri made the jump. The navigators calculated very carefully, and they came out just outside lunar orbit.

NRS Sabre

The battleship had rejoined the group at the Centauri system and now drilled back into the fray with the other battleships, seeking to rescue the President or avenge him if it was too late. "All batteries, weapons free. Fire at will!"

The guns on the Sabre opened up at the same time as the batteries on the Katana, Broadsword, Fullblade, Dauntless, and Warrior. The battle line's fire walked through the enemy fleet, stressing shields and blasting great chunks out of hulls. The battle line was interspersed with cruisers, which added their lesser fire to the mix. They made for Earth. Precise railgun strikes would do far less damage to the atmosphere than the Krytosian's plasma strikes...

NRS Enterprise, command carrier

"All missile cruisers and destroyers, EMP that fleet, now! Damage report!"

"Sir, we've taken minimal hits, but our fighters aren't lasting very long out there! Fleet escorts are suffering badly."

Rogue Squadron

"Rogue 3, Rogue 2, pull in!"

Two and Three closed formation as they made their attack run, missiles striking out at Overseer escorts from the F/A-210s. "Five, what's your status?"

"We've got fighters vectoring on you, Lead. Moving to take them out now, watch your back."

"Copy, hit 'em fast!"

AA missiles streaked out from Two Flight towards the Overseer interceptors, but not before their weapons reached out and touched Four. Her navigational shields held for only a second. "I'm hit!"

"Four, you're on fire! Eject, now!"

She did so. Her fighter exploded seconds later. "Four, you okay? Four!"

"Alive Boss, but I caught a chunk of wreckage in my leg. Don't know how that's gonna turn out," she grunted, obviously in pain.

"Lead, this is Nine. Starting our run, cover us!"

Three Flight was loaded down with heavy ordnance, carrying only four AA missiles to make room for a strike payload.

Rogue 9 came in towards the frigate that One Flight had damaged moments before. Suddenly an enemy interceptor flashed across his vision. Without thinking, he pulled his trigger, sending gunshells flashing across space and into the hapless robot fighter.

"Got one! Okay, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, follow me. Target the guns. Bombs away!"

"Eleven, bombs away."

"Ten, rifle with two."

"Twelve, I've got his sensors. Magnum."

The various inertial bombs and passive homing missiles flew out from the fighters, which quickly peeled off as the ordnance flew in and exploded against the hull. The ship's CIWS sprayes out at them. Nine caught two short hits, causing his nav shields to flare and die, but his fighter held together. He worked to reestablish shield power as he gave the orders to line up the next target.

[Marcao]

Camaro System
Camaro

The odds were stacked against the seventy six surviving troop transports of the Krynnor fleet. Nonetheless, they pressed on with their plan aware that their weaponry had been designed to deal with naval threats. Each heavy emplacement could deliver megatons of energy, and that was more than sufficient to deal with almost any ground threat. Orbit was not their friend, and the Ouster forces that dominated the skies had not gone unnoticed. The troop transports were not incredibly maneuverable, especially in the atmosphere of a world but they compensated with toughness and shielding. Each crew member of the troop transports was by now aware that the Krynnor fleet had fallen, but it mattered little. This was their last stand, their final ride to glory or death. It was the anger of the Ouster orbital strike that drove them; any sacrifice was worth repaying that slaughter.

The approach of the Ouster fighters was impossible to miss and was met with the angry hiss of Krynnor ECM. Each troop transport was more than capable in this regard, channeling the jamming towards the fighters and above. Naquadah enhanced reactors were pushed past their limits, the extra energy channeled to the shields. Pushing the reactors to one hundred and fifty percent all but doomed the crews, as radiation flooded past safeguards and flooded the crew compartments. It would be a slow death, but the odds were that it would not be the radiation seeping into their bodies that would kill them. The concentrated point defense of the formation lashed out against Ouster fighters. It would take its toll irregardless of skill or capability.

Waves of fire blossomed along the Krynnor troop transports as the Ouster small craft fired their ordnance, but the ordnance had to run the gauntlet of Krynnor ECM and point defense fire. The results were less than impressive, the damage for the most part absorbed by overloaded shields. There were enough missiles however, that by simple probability many would get through. While a single bee sting was only a nuisance, a hundred could kill you as the fiery deaths of four Krynnor troop transports displayed. The formation flew onwards, aware that their struggle had only begun.

The Ouster torpedo attack was totally unexpected considering that the fleet at large had never dealt with them in the past. Due to this, there was no active countermeasure to lessen their effects. It was however, not as bad as it could have been since the fighters that the Ousters had been relying on serving as forward observers had been struggling with Krynnor ECM. Krynnor electronic warfare crews were making Ouster life as difficult as possible, and the much larger sensor suites which were found on the troop transports were more than capable of keeping up with the Ouster fighters. Nonetheless, the formation suffered beneath the salvo and thirty two troop transports fell out of the air immediately, some exploding in impressive explosions that light up the skies, while others tumbling end on end before arriving on the ground and exploding there, massive fireballs marking the spot of every Krynnor troop transport that had fallen from the sky, like wounded angels.

The forty survivors reeled beneath the deaths of their comrades but pressed the attack. Anything that their sensors tagged as enemy was quickly found dealing with naval guns, firing blasts more than capable of vaporizing tanks, personnel and most structures. The Ouster fleet did not let up their attack, and even as the survivors were plowing through Ouster defended lines their numbers were being picked off by ground based anti-air fire, mingled with fighter based ordnance and orbital support. Krynnor troop transports tumbled out of formation, most lifeless wrecks burning brightly before reaching the earth. The survivors pressed on.

By the time the Krynnor forces reached fifty kilometers away from the Ouster lines, their numbers had been thinned down to sixteen active vessels. Sixty of their number had fallen prey to Ouster fire, their graves marked by massive explosions as their stressed reactors overloaded. There was no time to grieve, ten of the surviving transports climbed, gaining altitude. It was a suicidal maneuver, but they were dead anyway. By increasing their altitude, they allowed their sensor systems to target the distant ouster positions which formed the inner core of the defenses. Their weapons fired, dozens of megaton-strong energy discharges heading towards Ouster lines. No ship managed more than one salvo before their shields were peeled away by Ouster torpedoes and their armor and hull crushed seconds later. Ten explosions blossomed in the sky, as the troop transports died within seconds of each other.

The final six vessels raced towards their final destination, their weapons discharging the moment that a worthy target was identified by their sensors. Time was against them, and now they were within the fifty kilometer sphere separating them from their prize, the Ouster landing area. One of the troop transports fired on an ouster position, the energy discharge that had been meant to threaten warships consumed everything in its path before contacting with the earth. A second later, an ouster torpedo slammed into its side, the troop transport lost control and flew too low, striking the ground the transport flipped end on end before crashing in to the ground. A second later, it exploded. Ouster anti-air fire got another transport, and another.

The final two transports raced onward, their weapons seemingly on constant fire. They were going to make it; they were going to make it! One of the transports was caught in a hail of withering fire, and fatally wounded. The communication system beeping to life as a tense voice of a familiar Jaffa spoke.

<<.hields dow..>>

<<actor critic..>>

<<s up to you kn..ow..>>

The wounded transport disappeared beneath some trees and then exploded, the final transport aware that all the Krynnor hopes rested within it. The final ship approached her target area with reckless speed, the sole thing that had not failed it so far. Ouster fire reached out and kissed it, shields flaring beneath the strain and then overloading. The command crews of the vessel, all three Jaffa were too busy keeping themselves alive to comment on their vulnerability. They were going to make it, their honor demanded it. They did not. A particularly inspired Kincaid-torpedo exploded near the ship, armor boiling away beneath its force. The structure held, but only barely and the force of the impact pushed the transport down towards the ground. Had the vessel’s engines been at full capacity, it would have recovered. If the vessel were not in an atmosphere and struggling against local gravity, it would have recovered. It did not, the vessel slammed into the earth and began a mind-numbing series of spins.

The command crew of the vessel survived the initial impact, but the gunner and electronic warfare specialist did not survive the spins of the vessel as it shed its velocity upon the ground of Camaro. The vessel came to rest over one thousand three hundred and forty five meters from the edges of the Ouster landing zone. The sole survivor, the commanding officer of the vessel could barely see straight; His body a tangled mass of bleeding flesh and broken bones. His eyes were watery, and he could not see anything past the controls of his vessel. A constant beep the only sound in his ringing ears. He was still alive? He groaned softly, aware that their attempt at retribution had failed. It was then that the beeping ceased, the strained and wounded reactor of his vessel going critical and exploding in a massive fireball, which would possibly affect the edges of the Ouster landing zone. With the destruction of the final troop transport, the hope of destroying the Ouster landing zones had ended.

~~~

OOC: This was my response to the destruction of the 76 troop transports. They were all frigate/destroyer analogs and I feel confident that they should have some effect on the battlefield.

[Thirdfain]

Camaro


The attack had been short-lived, and poorly targetted- With much of the Hajr's army on the move, and with no forewards spotters, the volley was not nearly as effective as the one which had clensed the forewards line of Hajr troops from the map. A handful of advancing units were immolated to the man by the fire, but the armored Hajr soldiers in the surrounding units ignored the heat-flash from the explosions and pressed on. Holes in the line were filled rapidly by the reserve forces behind- the attack only faltered. The Hajr's GS units would give the Krynor soldiers pinned at their landing sites one last chance.

<< All Krynor Forces. You are surrounded, and your transport fleet has been destroyed. Our vessels in orbit and our soldiers on the ground are poised to smash you. Many of your men are sick, from gas attack and radiation. This is your first, last, and only chance to surrender. You have our word- you will be spared, and given medical aid. Your Empire is at an end. We will accept your surrender, or end your miserable lives. The choice is yours.>>

-ooc- I reckon that even purpose-built combat Escorts rarely hit outside of the low megaton range, with the exception of purpose-built bombardment craft or missile tube vessels. I doubt a transport hybrid fleet would be capable of sterilizing a spread-out advance while simultaneously dealing with enemy fire, without at leasr accurate spotting from the ground.

[Marcao]

Camaro System
Camaro

If the Ouster forces expected to find the Jaffa forces in utter disarray they had been sadly mistaken. It was amazing what an orbital strike could do for morale, and now aware that they could all die at any moment, the Jaffa forces had taken steps to prepare for the combat that was to come. The wounded and dying had been moved to the back of the force, and although fifty thousand had died and another ten thousand were injured or dying, that still left over one hundred and forty thousand Jaffa and their surviving vehicles. The Krynnor medical units and personnel were stretched to the breaking point, burns and radiation sickness was taking their toll but determination more so than despair had taken hold. No one wanted to see their comrades die, and no one wanted to die themselves. When the star fire did not rain again, the Jaffa understood that their enemies would be coming for them. The devils wished to bathe in Jaffa blood, and see with their own eyes as the Krynnor fell. They were not going to be disappointed.

Jaffa forces could not use a great deal of cover to their advantage, since precious little of it remained near the front. The entire lines had shifted backward in search of cover and more readily defendable positions. The end result was mixed, the chemical weapons had their effect and the lower yield weapons took their tool in blood. Thousands of Jaffa fell to the chemical strikes and orbital fire, but thousands more remained and these had survived due to better positions than their brothers. When the troops arrived, a wall of surviving vehicles met them with energy fire. Many Jaffa were indeed fearful, but before them was an enemy that offered nothing but death whether through star fire or deadly gasses. Hundreds broke, dropping their weapons and fleeing but many more remained, certain that their last stand like that of their nation would not be stained by dishonor.

The battle was a mutual orgy of destruction, artillery pieces which had survived the initial bombardment purely due to their location at the back of the lines raining naquadah-enhanced shells into the back lines of the Ouster formation. The explosions were massive, easily in the kiloton range but the Ousters still came, and the Jaffa were bled white. The ground was consecrated with ouster and Jaffa blood, the battle continuing for thirty minutes. Jaffa cut down before storms of flechettes, as Ouster tanks burned along side Krynor vehicles. It was only when the Dragoons revealed themselves, that the situation was hopeless. Over thirty thousand more Jaffa had been slain, and the leaders of the Jaffa could no longer see the point. The Krynor had been defeated. The order was passed along quickly, the fire coming from Krynor lines slowing and then seizing all together. The battle for Camaro, was over.

~~~

And that is all she wrote.

[Straha]

3 Hours Later


The Princes, as many of the dignitaries as they could find and bring back (OOC: I'm leaving this open-ended,) many high ranking scientists, and as much of the military high command as possible sat around a table in the Monacoran Bunker complex. The shielding on Earth was gone. It was estimated that one billion, one quarter of the population of the Earth, people had died. The Army had lost the equivalent of three and a half regiments. On a projector images of cities were being shown, along with the computer reading off damage reports.

"Andorra, no damage, mountains shielded the city from most damage."

"Alexandria, destroyed.

"Cairo, destroyed, antiquities safe.

"Monaco, burning, 90% destroyed.

"Monacoran Military Academy, safe, 25% damage estimated.

"New York City, safe.

"Madrid, burning.

"Miami, destroyed

"Tokyo, burning, thirty precent damage.

"Rio, burning, fifteen precent destroyed.

"Paris, destroyed.

"Rome, burning, antiquities saved.

"London, safe.

"Chicago, Safe.

"Washington D.C. destroyed.

"More cities have not reported in.

The scientists said that it would take fifty years to repair the damage done to Earth, longer still for the population to catch to up to where it had been. Then General Drevail stood up, with a list in front of him.

"General Niven has been wounded, wounded in combat, nothing major. Fedayn has been seriously injured, he will survive though. The Tenth took twenty precent casulties from combat. Admiral Santiago took shrapnel to the leg, he'll live though. We lost roughly three regiments, maybe more maybe less. If we continue taking some losses due to the ones we haven't killed we'll take a little more then a battalion we think..."

The Miitary prince looked up staring at Drevail. As if he understood the question Drevail just shook his head.

"Marshall Johnson was killed in the Palace. The Scientists say we can repair the atmosphere, and we will be able to remove excess radiation. That should only take, at most, a month in the worst places. Far more worisome is the excess heat. Weather Control equipment is being rushed here, more will be bought. Earth will survive, she may be sick for a couple decades, but she'll pull through..."

Then the Political Prince slowly turned towards the rest of the men at the table.

"This is war. can we count on your help to remove this pest from the Galaxy?"

[Shark Bait]

The ambasador looked down on the scorched planet from the command deck of the carrier. He hung his head in sadness, the natural order was askew, this kind of destructions should never happen. Now that the battle was over the crew looked to him for advice on how to act with their new allies. The oddest thoughts poped into his mind including the game that was schedualed for tomorrow, that would need to be cancled. Or would it?

"Commander begin preperations on the tank" he chirped to the cheif tech "Signal the Cruiser and the other carrier have them begin making all available spaces habitable for humans. We will offer them a place to stay until better arangements can be made and they begin to heal their planet."
He then walked over to a communications console to broad cast a message to anyone who was still alive on earth.

"To all who are recieving this mesage, this is the Atlantian fleet we wish to extend a hand of friendship to your pod. Though I was unable to attend your social I hope the dignitaries I did not get a chance to meet will join us, for an important festival we have been planing for some time. this will give us a chance to introduce ourselves propperly and enhance our new diplomatic relations. We also would like to offer shelter from the storm of your tragicly scared world, we have begun making preperations to transport as many people as we can to safe locations. Thank you and we will wait for your responce."

The ambasador closed the channel, and stood back gesturing to a young tech standing by the door. "I need you to drain my room, i've got allot of materials from the humans to read and I dont think its waterproof."
The tech scurried off, and the ambasador picked up the packets of information, it certanly had been a long day but it was not over yet.

[Darksider]

Post useless, please delete

[Straha]

::::::Monacoarn Ground bunker, Tokyo::::::

The emperor walked into the bnker's command center.

"What the hell is the situation on the surface?

OOC: See above post, I brought you to the Monacoran Bunker to be briefed on the situation...

[Pablo Sanchez]

Temesvar
The Court of the Vampire King

Everlasting night ruled the palace grounds of Temesvar, noon turned black by the legendary cloak of Ysevelod the Awesome. The lights of the sky retreated at his sneer of cold command; neither moon nor stars shed a beam of light upon the vast royal city. Ysevelod had endured for ten thousand years, perhaps more, and defied the efforts of the greatest mages and even the lower ranks of the gods to extinguish him.

He was heavy now with blood, having just finished his banquet. The decadent courtiers of his inner circle were of lesser constitution than he and many collapsed into the deep sleep characteristic of the sated vampire. The orcs of the palace staff retrieved the bodies left by the feast for disposal as unobtrusively as they could.

They extinguished the lights and left their lords to sleep. Ysevelod considered the court and weighed it's members. They were sycophants, nothings. All the important and powerful vampires were kept far from the palace. That was the wisest way, the way of safety.

Ysevelod's lips stretched back from his teeth in a cruel grin, revealing his pointed incisors. The king percieved the movement of a blackness against the blackness. Someone of importance and power had arrived uninvited.

The intruder entered through the main doors with a kick, the heavy wooden structure splintering apart. He then dove to the floor and his body became a wave of black with a razor edge. Those more perceptive among the court leapt up and away to avoid the blade that swept the whole floor of the hall. The others were hewn down. Lords of little martial distinction and lesser power, they were sadly dependant on their physical forms.

Ysevelod himself evaporated into the shadows and reappeared in an alcove far above the floor. The wave rebounded against the retaining wall and reformed into a more familiar shape. It was, of course, the second in line to the throne.

"Casimir, the Demon," Ysevelod said, "to what do I owe the extreme honor of your visit?"

"The planet Earth is struck down and the power structure overturned. It is time," Casimir said.

"Time for what?" Ysevelod said, laughing.

The Grand Prince sneered, "Your end. My faction overruns the palace, they will have the heads of your court before the hour is out."

"What does Earth have to do with this?" the king asked.

"There is confusion among the other nations and hate in their ranks. The time is right to replace you," he replied.

The king chuckled, "You cannot defeat me, Demon, and neither can your men. You will be eaten as I ate the last heir who so challenged me."

"I am stronger. We shall see."

Then they fought in the palace. They were like two dark shadows of constantly shifting form. They fought.

[Darksider]

::::::::Monacoran Bunker complex:::::::


Reinhasshu stared wide eyed at the damage reports.

"I can't believe how much damage has been done. Is there any word on which ambassadors survived the attack?"

[Straha]

"I can't believe how much damage has been done. Is there any word on which ambassadors survived the attack?"

The political prince gave a half-hearted shrug.

"Those that aren't here right now are being rescued or are, uh, being confirmed as dead right now..."

[Rogue 9]

President Major pulled off the helmet on his borrowed combat armor once inside. "My God..." The sights he'd seen on the C-420 coming in from South America had not been pretty. The surface of his species' home planet, devastated...

He and his party had heard panicked reports of strikes against bunkers and had loaded into their transport to get the hell away from their position. It had been just in time too; the mountain in the Andes that they had hidden under was hit a few minutes after they got out. They didn't know if the bunker survived beneath that flash. They'd spent the last hour dodging enemy fighters. They'd even leant their cannon in support of a smaller Monacoran action, until the enemy fleet was destroyed...

They'd seen the capital ships come crashing down. Smashing into the surface. Releasing antimatter and chemical leaks. And then they'd been called to Monaco.

A dreadnought had crashed on the city. It was almost entirely destroyed, and the atmosphere around was toxic. Most of the civilians lay dead.

Earth as it had been known for millennia was no more.

He pounded his armored fist on the table. "The Republic of Nashtar will see these machines destroyed. I don't care how long it takes. It is clear to me that they wish to destroy organic life and they are intelligent about it. Why else would they strike at Earth now, when the leaders of most of the powers are onworld? We will find them, and we will crush them. Who is with us?"

[Darksider]

"I can't believe how much damage has been done. Is there any word on which ambassadors survived the attack?"

The political prince gave a half-hearted shrug.

"Those that aren't here right now are being rescued or are, uh, being confirmed as dead right now..."

The emperor's personal communication device beeped.

A hologram of Admiral Conner appeared.

"Myself and Admiral Nakema have deployed whatever units we can to assist in prevention of more environmental damage, but if we don't get some serious terraforming equitment here within the next few weeks, this planet will be barren for years to come."

"Contact Carulan. I want terraformers here fucking yesterday"

"It seems that we may be too late to save your homeworld, but we can help you avenge yourselves on it's destroyers."

[Darksider]

Upon seeing the president major, the Emperor was slightly relieved.

"So at least you made it out huh?"

"Oh, by the way. Did you want this back?"

The emperor pointed to the borrowed marine armor he was wearing.

[Bugsby]

Earth Orbit

There had only been minor damage to the Krell fleets from the encounter over Earth. The KSE had taken most of the damage simply because they had been the first wave to hit. But once the other ships arrived, the battle ended quickly. Nashtar and Arcane forces had sawed through escorts while the KSE fusion cannons and Krell lances had dealt handily with the supercapitals and cruisers. There were only a few losses to the escorts, and, of course, several thousand drone-fighters had been destroyed, but those were easily replaced. Leego Diama breathed a sigh of relief as he sat back and surveyed the awesome damage dealt to both hsip and planet.
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Monaco Bunker Complex

Faran Tor stood in the corner of the medical center watching his friends. Adar had a cut on his forehead and was being treated. Emir and Trilla were both in seperate areas closed off by curtains, but Faran could see what was happening well enough. Trilla was sedated, and the medical staff was working at reattaching the severed leg. It was a gruesome thing to behold, but Faran couldn't help but watch. Emir was off in another area, in critical condition. He had been hit hard by falling debris, and the medical staff gave him about a 50-50 chance. there had been some damage to the CNS along with some internal bleeding. Faran, a confirmed atheist, offered up a prayer on behalf of his friend.

A Monacoran came up to him, holding a datacard. "This just in from Monacora high command. They have an offer for you." Glassy-eyed, Faran took the card and looked at it. Under any other circumstances he would have reacted to an offer of this magnitude, but now all he could do was sigh. He was too tired, physically and emotionally, to do anything else. He thought about the offer for a moment, then turned to look at Trilla, medical bots and personnel working furiously, blood everywhere. Anger and pity welled up inside him, and he turned his attention back to the Monacoran.

"Done."
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Sirius

A day later, the Combine fleet pulled into orbit around Sirius. Supplies were rapidly exchanged and drones were loaded onto carriers. Within 12 hours the fleet was fully resupllied. It pulled away from Sirius, and was soon joined by every other ship in the Krell Armada. The Armada divided into four seperate fleets and took off for different areas of known space, looking for clues. Their new mission was simple: Find and destroy everything that remained of the Overseer fleets. There would be no mercy.

[Rogue 9]

Upon seeing the president major, the Emperor was slightly relieved.

"So at least you made it out huh?"

"Oh, by the way. Did you want this back?"

The emperor pointed to the borrowed marine armor he was wearing.

Major allowed himself a half smile. "Keep it. Its not like we don't have millions more." He reached for his helmet again and activated the comm.

"Any RSC units, please respond. This is President Major. We're all right. Does anybody read?"

[Straha]

"Any RSC units, please respond. This is President Major. We're all right. Does anybody read?"

The Military Prince looked up.

"That won't get out of here, we'll give you planet wide communications if you'd like. As it stands we're thinking of evacuating Earth except for the bare minimum. A skeleton planet if you will. The Army reports that they have effectively destroyed the resistence in the Sparta system. We can move them there..."

[OOC: I was going to make a post about the Sparta Combat, but I'm too lazy and things have progressed to far. I will if you guys want, though...]