STGOD 2K5 Main Game

[White Haven]

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Proceed in-system, you will be met. Mandraki out

And with that, fourteen gates form, and fourteen ships vanish into hyperspace...and, like the Second, don't emerge. Twenty-four combat starships, simply gone. A signal arrives from the inner system.

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This is Admiral Allanby, Sixth Cruiser Squadron Deputy Commanding Officer. You are cleared in as far as the fifth orbital shell.

[Ace Pace]

The Hub, now free of immidiete threats, powers up its Interdictors fully, covering a sphere 4 times the size of The Hub's bounderies, and the fleet rapidly accelerates insystem, and slow down just short of the ruins where the 5th planet would have been, from there, another 2 gunboats laden with sensor equiptment launch, those send themselves deeper insystem, and above the Solar plane, scanning down at the 4th planet, from there, they wait, scanning the blurred defense perimiter of the 4th planet.

"Gunboat 192A to Command, apprently their deploying fighters, at this range we don't have a count."

[Alyrium Denryle]

Federation embassy in Leonina

Father Davidicus Dev walked casually over t his counterpart's desk and handed him a file

"We in the Federation of Thaumaturgists are being struck more frequently by acts of maritime larceny by underequipped and poorly trained humanoid delinguents, Number One. Perhaps, if I may be so bold as to suggest. due to our physical proximity, it would be most prudent for your government to increase the level of energetic projectile protection abord your vessels which ply the hyper lanes carrying goods services and raw materials for hire, barter and construction, in order that they be more adequatley hardened as to discourage afforsaid acts of maritime larceny"

Ambassdor one looked over the file for a fraction of a second filtering out all relivent data before speaking. "Yes we are quite aware of the pirates activitys infact our last shipment from your asteroid fields was attacked and the pirates made off with what your people would consider a large supply of sand. Since then we have placed several military grade spider droids on our ships and as for attaching more weapons I'm affraid I cannot do that at this time Daaaave."

The mechnoid arachnids designed for spirited combat in a zero g environment may be sufficient to give anarchic corsairs a run for their government backed currency.

[White Haven]

Twenty-five jump-points form in the space between the fourth planet and the Hub fleet, depositting both groups of the system's defenders together in a single formation. While they're well outside the field of the Hub's interdictor, they're within extended missile range, and the planetary fighters are racing f orewards to stage from the foreward position provided by the unified carrier force. A transmission arrives, again from the battlegroup.

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Mandraki here. I apologize for the earlier tension, but your arrival and the actions of your reconassiance craft gave us quite a start. I believe Vice Admiral Adrians has business with you?

[Ace Pace]

With the clear apprenence of the Fighter force, all 8 remaining heavy gunboats, followed by innumerable small fighters and bombers, start streaming out, taking up forward PD positions, the 2 scout gunboats continue holding position.

This is Fleet Command Petrach, you have been informed correctly, we have urgent and secret buisness with Vice Admiral Adrians, please inform her we are in system, and ready for a meeting either on The Galactic, or in some neutral location.

And it is we who should apologise for the tension, but Fleet Cordinator Marian Escharly decided sensor information was more importent then diplomatic procedure.

[Shark Bait]

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Diplomatic Dispatch to all Nations

From the Sparata Confederacy

The Sparata Confederacy invites all nations to sends diplomats.  If you wish to send an envoy, send us notice and a ship will be dispatched to pick them up at the border of our space.

An FSA patrol ship was the first ship in the nation to recive the message recognised the importance of this diplomatic relationship and imediately established a connection with the Federation ordering a stand by ambasador unit to be deployed as soon as possible. It then composed a short message to the Cparta Confederacy and sent its reply.

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From the FSA 
To: Sparta Confederacy 

We have recieved your message and wish to establish relations at the earliest possible time, we are currently prepping Ambassador unit 12.  The unit's ship will be sent to the following location just outside your border. 

The message was sent allong with a string of incredibly precise coordinats.

[Agent Fisher]

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To the FSA
From Sparata Confederacy

Roger, have recieved your coordinates.  Will dispatch unit to intercept and bring to our homeworld.

******

"Sir," said Thompson's aide. "We have received word from the FSA that they want to meed with us."

"Good, dispatch four of our Acherons to pick them up."

[General Zod]

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Diplomatic Dispatch to all Nations

From the Sparata Confederacy

The Sparata Confederacy invites all nations to sends diplomats.  If you wish to send an envoy, send us notice and a ship will be dispatched to pick them up at the border of our space.

To: the sparta confederacy, via encoded diplomatic communique

From: Chairman Mbadi, chairman of the public relations division, corporate hegemony, space city tiphares.

we've received your invitation to exchange ambassadors. in the interests of maintaining good will with all peaceful governments interested in curbing piracy and mutual threats we would be happy to offer one of our undersecretaries as a representative, and provide quarters aboard tiphares for any ambassador you wish to send. hopefully this will lead to eventual business negotiations, ensuring profit for all sides concerned.

signed ~ chairman mbadi, head of public relations, space city tiphares

[Rogue 9]

NRS Wraith, Gamma-6298

Captain Jonoghot leaned forward in his command chair and peered at the viewscreen. His cloaked frigate was cruising slowly towards the pirate base. There were far too many cruisers for the task force to handle directly. And that base... No. They'd have to wait for more reinforcements. The two heavy cruisers alone could impose far more than acceptable losses on the group, especially in range of the battlestation they were using as a base. The Ronoghan laced his enlongated, clawed fingers through each other and rested his chin on the interlaced hands in concentration, his reddish skin darkening almost imperceptibly. "Torpedo room, Conn. Load tubes one through four with Mark 570 heavy torpedoes and stand by."

"Conn, Torpedo, aye."

"Comms, Conn. Transmit tightbeam to the Shieldwall: 'Assess pirate forces as too powerful for immediate assault. Recommend awaiting Federation or Republic reinforcement.' Include a few seconds of the sensor log and a ship count."

"Conn, Comms, aye." The communications officer went to work, monitoring the passive sensor display at his station to ensure that there was nothing in the rear arc likely to intercept the tightbeam transmission he was about to send. Seeing nothing but the pirates in the ship's front arc, he sent the message in a burst transmission, lasting less than a second.

NRS Shieldwall, deep space 1 LY from Gamma-6298

"Conn, Comms. Incoming message from Wraith. They transmit 'Assess pirate forces as too powerful for immediate assault. Recommend awaiting Federation or Republic reinforcement.' The enemy forces include 2 heavy cruisers, 4 light cruisers, 2 interdiction frigates, 5 destroyers, and 8 frigates." The green lieutenant looked up from his station. "Sir, we can't..."

"Lieutenant O'Donnel, when I want your opinion on the tactical situation I will ask for it, understood?"

The communications officer went a little pale before recovering himself. "Understood, Captain."

Brraskar drove his primary right fist down onto the armrest of his command chair in frustration. He left a dent in the reinforced steel. This snapped him back into a calmer state, and he rose and began to stalk around the bridge in frustration, looking over crewmen's shoulders at their stations, grumbling about "that overly cautious Ronoghan."

Rensa's hologram appeared on it's pedestal. "Captain, the lieutenant was out of line, but he is right. I have examined the fragmentary sensor log sent by Captain Jonoghot and, although the pirate vessels are in poor condition, we are outnumbered and outgunned. Their base has firepower comparable to one of our own orbital defense stations on top of the pirate fleet."

Brraskar let out a sigh, which from a Zambaran sounded more like a shuddering, growling whistle to human ears. "Comms, Conn," he almost snarled out, unaware of how ferocious he would sound to the man he was addressing; members of his race sounded angry by human standards most of the time anyway, and frustration only added to it.

"Aye, sir," said Lieutenant O'Donnel, barely managing to avoid jumping. The senior chief at the sensor station glanced over in barely suppressed amusement; he'd worked with Brraskar long enough to know that there was no danger from the captain and thought it funny how the first few displays like this always made the green Academy graduates jump out of their skins.

"Send to Fleet Command: 'Pirate forces too strong for direct assault. Request reinforcements.'"

"Aye, sir," acknowledged the lieutenant, repressing a sigh of relief. He sent the message at once.

[Agent Fisher]

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Diplomatic Dispatch to all Nations

From the Sparata Confederacy

The Sparata Confederacy invites all nations to sends diplomats.  If you wish to send an envoy, send us notice and a ship will be dispatched to pick them up at the border of our space.

To: the sparta confederacy, via encoded diplomatic communique

From: Chairman Mbadi, chairman of the public relations division, corporate hegemony, space city tiphares.

we've received your invitation to exchange ambassadors. in the interests of maintaining good will with all peaceful governments interested in curbing piracy and mutual threats we would be happy to offer one of our undersecretaries as a representative, and provide quarters aboard tiphares for any ambassador you wish to send. hopefully this will lead to eventual business negotiations, ensuring profit for all sides concerned.

signed ~ chairman mbadi, head of public relations, space city tiphares

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To the Corporate Hegemony
From Sparata Confederacy

We would be honored to have a representative of your government.  Please meet us as soon as possible at the following location.(OOC: the locations is a spot just outside of my space.)  Once there we will exchange diplomats.

[General Zod]

after suitable preparations have been arranged, a diplomatic vessel with the ambassador, and two members of the SDF as escorts are sent out to the agreed upon coordinates to make an exchange.

To: Spartan Confederacy vessel
From: ambassador yoko, undersecretary for the public relations division

we are at the agreed upon coordinates and await clearance to send a shuttle to dock with your ship and make the exchange. please respond.

[phongn]

"Admiral O'Bannon, this is Commodore Rost, TG515. We've been hit hard but we can handle it for now. Right now our biggest concern is saving the fleet. TG 524 is reporting that its being pushed hard, they were first engaged by a battlecruisers, and four escorts. They've just reported that two heavy cruisers and three more destroyers have just jumped in."

It took a short while to recover the strike craft and enter formation for a fleet hyperfold but the Royal Navy's spacers were well-trained and quickly moved out. "Task Group 52.4 this is Fast Fleet Squadron South incoming. Break clear immediately, reinforcements are on the way."

"Negative, South. We're hammered and can't disengage without being blown to pieces. We've shunted power from the engines to shields, its all we can do to stay alive."

A new plan had to be done and fast but the hyperfold had been set and there was not enough time to recalculate a new emergence point. O'Bannon had hoped to repeat his performance at 51.5, shattering the enemy battlecruiser with a single blow, but with so many friendlies in the way it was too risky. Even a narrow-focus reflex beam had a considerable nonvisible zone of destruction and it just wouldn't do to oblierate Terran ships in the process of killing Klingons.

The ships tore out of foldspace in but a moment, accompanied by that tremendous flash of light. Again, the carriers spewed forth their fighters with the raid spearheaded by several destroyer escorts. But this time they would have to close the range to make for a decisive battle. The two attack missile cruisers flushed their tubes while the escort missile cruiser scanned space for enemy threats. The RN CGE and BC also fired what few heavy missile tubes they had.

"Missile salvo one fired, enemy cruisers and destroyers have turned onto a superluminal attack vector. Interdictor fields ... now."

The Klingon vessels abruptly were pulled out of warp but showed no signs of hesitation as they immediately attacked. The heavy torpedos by now were already halfway to the enemy battlecruiser; ninety of them rocketing in. Defensive missile fire--BoydWorks weapons reverse-engineered in the centuries after their fall--fired and began knocking down the missiles. Fortunately their etheric-shock warheads would not 'cook off' if hit nor had enabled their salvage fusing, but the toll was beginning. Disrupter fire from its remaining consorts took yet more down and then the missiles went on their terminal attack run. CIWS bagged even more of the vampires and then twenty of the heaviest missiles the Royal Navy fielded slammed into the Klingon battlecruiser at once. Space-time itself was wrenched and when it was over a moment later a third the battlecruiser was a shattered wreck. Unfortunately, that was only one 'wing' of the battlecruiser and it kept fighting.

Intelligence needs to do a better job of estimating Klingon battlecruiser strength, though O'Bannon.

Meanwhile, the RN CGE was hitting the incoming Klingon torpedos in a long-range engagement. Only she was currently equipped with area-defense missiles; all other ships' VLS cells were loaded with short-range attack or defensive missiles. Two two enemy CAs were not very missile heavy and simply abandoned trying to break through the RN's missile defenses and charged. It was a slugfest but one the RN was well-trained for. Each incoming cruiser was assigned twelve missiles; the destroyers four each. The CGE fired long-range area-defense missiles to cover the torpedo attacks, overwhelming Klingon tracking systems for just long enough.

The remainder of the heavy missiles were fired at the enemy battlecruiser still in the fight.

Whoever is commanding that Klingon squadron knows his business. Even with the covering fire of light missiles the RN's torpedos were half shot down in the short-range engagement. They took their licks but kept coming, most visibly streaming plasma from their superficially broken hulls. Energy range was met and Typhon's heavy batteries spoke.

Fifteen minutes later it was over; the fighter strike force administered the final blow to the battlecruiser and her escorts in concert with the surviving Terran ships. The Klingon cruiser squadron sent as reinforcements was simply battered into pieces but not without heavily damaging the CGE and forcing her to withdraw from battle.

[White Haven]

BFE-007

Despite the amount of lethal firepower arrayed in-system, or perhaps because of it, foul play was not really a consideration anymore. After all, if the 'visitors' tried eanything funny, both sides knew that whoever 'won' would be a shattered remnant of their former military might. A pinnace floats free of one of the Squadron battlecruisers, starting across the intervening space towards the Hub formation. Partway there, it transmits a message.

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This is Vice Admiral Adrians, permission to come aboard?

[White Haven]

FROM: Vice Admiral Franklin Ulver, Sparta Confederacy Liason Officer

TO: Sparta Confederacy

RE: Diplomatic Exchange

While the Sixth Cruiser Squadron is pleased to accept your offer of an ambassadorial exchange, our forces are presently heavily deployed, and hence are unable to make the journey at this time. As such, we gladly take advantage of your offer to provide transport, and await your arival in BFE-007 <Coordinates attached>. Please drop sublight at least one light-minute beyond the seventh orbital shell and proceed inwards sublight, where you will be met by an escort.

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[Dahak]

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Diplomatic Dispatch to all Nations

From the Sparata Confederacy

The Sparata Confederacy invites all nations to sends diplomats.  If you wish to send an envoy, send us notice and a ship will be dispatched to pick them up at the border of our space.

An envoy will be sent by the Stuart Corporation.

[Dahak]

Avalon system, Avalon Prime, Stuart Plaza

"It is a shame to have lost this science vessel," the CEO said between sips of her Latte Macchiato. "Regrettable, albeit insignificant. Still, we will of course go forward with the plans of the Sabai; and our fleets will be seeing something else."
"Yes," Draco Yelthan, Admiral of the Fleet for the Corporation, answered. "Additional training, especially with other nations is never wrong."
"And what is about this new genetics project of yours, Kajal," she asked the scientist sitting next to her.
"Ah yes," he nodded. "We have found an interesting system with a suitably teeming planet just off our borders. Offers some intruiging possibilities for tailored species."

[Agent Fisher]

after suitable preparations have been arranged, a diplomatic vessel with the ambassador, and two members of the SDF as escorts are sent out to the agreed upon coordinates to make an exchange.

To: Spartan Confederacy vessel
From: ambassador yoko, undersecretary for the public relations division

we are at the agreed upon coordinates and await clearance to send a shuttle to dock with your ship and make the exchange. please respond.

A quartet of Acheron cruisers appeared to boil into realspace.

"Ammbassador Yoko, you ship is cleared to dock with the SCS RYAN."

[Agent Fisher]

FROM: Vice Admiral Franklin Ulver, Sparta Confederacy Liason Officer

TO: Sparta Confederacy

RE: Diplomatic Exchange

While the Sixth Cruiser Squadron is pleased to accept your offer of an ambassadorial exchange, our forces are presently heavily deployed, and hence are unable to make the journey at this time. As such, we gladly take advantage of your offer to provide transport, and await your arival in BFE-007 <Coordinates attached>. Please drop sublight at least one light-minute beyond the seventh orbital shell and proceed inwards sublight, where you will be met by an escort.

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Understood.  We are sending a fleet unit to the the coordinates.

(ooc: The fleet unit is as follows
1 Wolf
2 Acherons
and 4 Bartows.

For protect against pirates of course.)

[consequences]

Stuart Corporation Space
Specified Arrival Point

The Two ships translated back nto real-space well outside the system perimeter. The diplomatic vessel proceeded inwards on sublight, while the Dawn's Kiss loitered until it was clear that the diplomatic vessel was well within the Stuart defense umbrella. That accomplished, the cruiser turned, and began retracing its route back to the Combine at a much slower pace, working on refining a more efficient route as it went.

"This is Shi Combine dispatch boat Esperanto carrying Ambassador Tendo to establish relations with your government. Tell us where to go and what to do"

[General Zod]

after suitable preparations have been arranged, a diplomatic vessel with the ambassador, and two members of the SDF as escorts are sent out to the agreed upon coordinates to make an exchange.

To: Spartan Confederacy vessel
From: ambassador yoko, undersecretary for the public relations division

we are at the agreed upon coordinates and await clearance to send a shuttle to dock with your ship and make the exchange. please respond.

A quartet of Acheron cruisers appeared to boil into realspace.

"Ammbassador Yoko, you ship is cleared to dock with the SCS RYAN."

"affirmative. beginning docking maneuvers."

a small, simple shuttle departed from the diplomatic vessel and began maneuvers to the ship. eventually it completed a clean docking maneuver, and the entry hatched opened, revealing a slender woman, apparently in her mid twenties. if she was a cyborg it wasn't obvious, and she appeared mostly harmless. the marine piloting the shuttle returned to the craft after exiting and preliminary introductions were underway.

"well . . ." the ambassador began, smiling lightly. "now that i'm here, where do you want to begin? i'd assume i have quarters prepared, so those aren't of any immediate concern. my luggage is fairly minimal, so it shouldn't require too much effort to bring it there." she gestured to the rather large cargo case, roughly 1 meter tall and 2 meters long.

[Agent Fisher]

Captain Toye of the RYAN greeted her.

"Greetings Ma'am. I am Captain Toye of the RYAN. If the trip was to be longer then you would be given quarters. But we are only about two hours away from our homeworld. May I introduce to you Mr. Axtell. He is our leading ammbassador. Now if you will excuse me, I am needed on the bridge."

[Dahak]

Stuart Corporation Space
Specified Arrival Point

The Two ships translated back nto real-space well outside the system perimeter. The diplomatic vessel proceeded inwards on sublight, while the Dawn's Kiss loitered until it was clear that the diplomatic vessel was well within the Stuart defense umbrella. That accomplished, the cruiser turned, and began retracing its route back to the Combine at a much slower pace, working on refining a more efficient route as it went.

"This is Shi Combine dispatch boat Esperanto carrying Ambassador Tendo to establish relations with your government. Tell us where to go and what to do"

As soon as the foreign ships were detected, a group of fast destroyers plotted short jumps and instantly appeared around the Esperanto. Multitudes of sensors from various sources throughout the system bathed the vessel.
"This is Avalon Security Consensus," a indeterminate female voice answered. "You are cleared for inner system and will follow the given course. Do not deviate. A docking space at Orbital One will be provided." A course was sent to the SHi combinate ship.

[consequences]

Stuart Corporation Space
Specified Arrival Point

The Two ships translated back nto real-space well outside the system perimeter. The diplomatic vessel proceeded inwards on sublight, while the Dawn's Kiss loitered until it was clear that the diplomatic vessel was well within the Stuart defense umbrella. That accomplished, the cruiser turned, and began retracing its route back to the Combine at a much slower pace, working on refining a more efficient route as it went.

"This is Shi Combine dispatch boat Esperanto carrying Ambassador Tendo to establish relations with your government. Tell us where to go and what to do"

As soon as the foreign ships were detected, a group of fast destroyers plotted short jumps and instantly appeared around the Esperanto. Multitudes of sensors from various sources throughout the system bathed the vessel.
"This is Avalon Security Consensus," a indeterminate female voice answered. "You are cleared for inner system and will follow the given course. Do not deviate. A docking space at Orbital One will be provided." A course was sent to the SHi combinate ship.

"Affirmative"

Scans revealed one fast courier boat, with light point defense weaponry, respectable electronics gear, and one embarked shuttle. The ship moved with fluid grace, as much as is possible when adopting an imposed course.

(Depending upon sensors used, it may be noticeable that each of the people on board is generating rather more life energy than is the norm, and there is a relative lack of cybernetic enhancements for a power of this level of development. If you don't find this out now, you will soon after they dock anyway. Personal weapons only, nothing heavier than a sidearm that isn't part of the ship's point defense grid)

[Beowulf]

TO: Knights Templar, Empire of Krytos.
FROM: Rpblksrpsk
RE: Ambassador

We have dispatched an ambassador to your nation. He will be arriving by military transport, with escorts.

(OOC: TF4.4, TF4.6 are what are transporting the ambassadors, TF4.2 is currently in the TSC)
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Eastern Former Aquarian Union:

A fleet of Rpblksrpsk ships arrived. A base was quickly constructed.

(Fleet consists of TF2, the rest of TF 4, and 10 FFRM)

[Ace Pace]

BFE-007

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This is Vice Admiral Adrians, permission to come aboard?

The transmission was quickly replied.

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Premission granted, land upon the Galactic, docking bay 35.