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Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2005-09-26 08:10pm

As they drove through hyperspace, the massed Commonwealth/Squadroné fleets began to initiate a variety of evasive maneuvers designed to fool the powerful early warning sensors already reaching across the light-years to track them. Decoys, hyperwave jammers, and other devices of electronic war fought to lessen the chances of the defense nets tracking the offensives accurately.

The Cornerian systems were out-dated, and the Commonwealth and Squadroné equipment top-of-the line. Never the less, fleets as large as the ones being deployed are hard to hide. Correspondingly, only the 6CS's 2nd Battle Squadron and the Graiai were able to shake the trackers, fading from the screens soon after leaving Corneria Station- these were the smallest units in the offensive, incorporating only a handful of large warships.

The rest of the vessels lost their electronic war, however. Clear targets began to glow red on Cornerian displays.

In two of the largest and most industrialized systems in proximity to Corneria Station, alarms began to blast. The shipyard system of Cantilever stood threatened by the onrushing 2nd Century of the Commonwealth Navy, and the Nationalist fortress on Walker's World in the Ishtar System was called to full alert with news of the 3rd Century bearing down.

The 3rd Battle Squadron was aimed for some target further into the depths of the Union, and it's destination had not been resolved out of a half-dozen major worlds which it's trajectory took it towards. It would be soon that it's target was obvious.

Agent Fisher · Post by **Agent Fisher** » 2005-09-26 09:28pm

Marek looked at the display table.

Commonwealth forces were bearing down on his worlds. It was time.

"Signal the fleet. Execute jump and strike."

A FTL transmission was made and in deep space a large strike force made an FTL jump.

They were going to the Cornerian Offensive.

OOC
Forces in transit to attack Corneria Station and the transport ships hold TSC troopers

2 "Tsingtao" Class Fleet Carriers
20 Yarmuk-class Fleet Carriers (CV)
2 "Baden" Class Battlecruisers (BC)
10 "Siberia" Class Armored Cruisers (CA)

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2005-09-26 09:57pm

CNS Kali
Hyperspace,
Cantilever System

-::-

The 2nd Century of the Grand Fleet of the Commonwealth erupted bodily from hyperspace, arriving a conservative distance from the central planets. The Wall of Battle dropped into formation even as powerful shipboard sensors cast their baleful gaze across the heavens. Lidar, Fidar, and other tools for picking out targets from the backdrop of space began their work.

"Dispatch this message immediately: Order all ships in system to stand down their engines, kill their shields, and prepare to be boarded. Inform Cantilever it must lower it's planetary shield immediately and open ports for our landing craft."

"Aye, sir!"

Nakamura's eyes slid to the next panel, queing new commchannels to open.

"I need an immediate report on enemy forces in-system. Hypercomm, have a report from Admiral Saito as to the resistance he is meeting at Walker's World."

A chronometer beeped. 30 minutes until the second phase of assaults reached targets deeper in the Union of Cornerian States. Perfect.

-::-

(ooc Fisher, what am I seeing at these two worlds?)

Agent Fisher · Post by **Agent Fisher** » 2005-09-26 10:07pm

At Walkers World, the defensive batteries began firing at the TSC ships.

At Cantilever System, the TSC ships heard this message.

"Commonwealth Navy ships, this is Cantilever Control. Understood, lowering shield and opening ports. Come on down."

So far, only Walkers World appeared to be offering any resistance.

However, hidden in the five large hive cities were three planetary groups, all dug in. Waiting for contact.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2005-09-26 10:17pm

CNS Kali
Hyperspace,
Cantilever System

-::-

"Sensors confirm, sir. Cantilever is lowering planetary shields. All vessels are killing engines."

"Excellent. Order the Century forwards, battle formation. All guns, full power."

The Admiral's eyes were glazed as the combat drugs began to course through his veins. The base of his neck pulsed around it's input cluster where implanted glands began to flush his mind with attention focusers and thought-speed enhancers.

"Chart an approach vector through the region with the fewest civilian ships. Inform them that any vessel which lights it's engines or reactors without our express permission will be immediately destroyed."

Officers nodded and rushed to carry out the patrician-warrior's missives.

The Fleet surged forwards, vast Dreadnoughts closing rapidly with the planet. Civilian ships seemed to shrink back at the display of raw power.

"Once we are in position have the Squadronés land assault teams at the primary shield generator complexes here and here. I see no reason to inform the Cornerians of that movement. Meanwhile, I will have 5 Groupes land. Initial units will land at these three spaceports as per our orders to the planet. The others will prep landing spots around the capital Hive."

-::-

Agent Fisher · Post by **Agent Fisher** » 2005-09-26 10:22pm

Task Force Cantilever Hammer HQ

Group commander Astin, cousin to Commander Marek stood at his own war table.

"Get me a line to all planetary defenders." Someone handed him a reciever.

"Steady people. When they get within about half of what our effective range is, crank the generators up full and open fire."

Spyder · Post by **Spyder** » 2005-09-26 11:00pm

Deep within the bowels of a Cantilever Hive...

"What is the meaning of this! Who are you people?"

"Dr Asper, we need you to come with us. We're here to get you off world."

"What? You are mad. The Commonwealth is here, the spaceports will be locked down, there is no escape!"

"Trust us."

"Trust you? Who the hell are you?"

"I have a message for you. There are so few of us left now. All we have accomplished will soon be forgotten. Our annihilation has come."

Asper paused as he listened to those words, he'd heard them somewhere before. "...That's an old message."

"It's time to go."

"You're right, I'll get my things."

Agent Fisher · Post by **Agent Fisher** » 2005-09-28 02:59pm

"Just a little bit further. Sensor, comfirm enemy troops are on those transports."

"Comfirmed sir."

Astin watched as the blibs passed the line which showed how far the shield extended.

About 3/4 of the blips made it past when Astin gave the signal.

"Now! Get the fighters up and have the mobile guns hit those large escort gunships!"

The shield snapped up, trapping half the landing craft.

Suddenly about five hundred atmospheric fighters and nearly fifty medium sized atmospheric warships rose from the ground and swooped in on the fighters escorting the landing craft and opened fire.

From the planetary surface, mobile artillery guns and mobile anti-ship batteries opened fire at the large gunships.

Rogue 9 · Post by **Rogue 9** » 2005-09-28 03:48pm

NRS Bandit King, on deep patrol towards the Great Waste. Second watch.

The RSC's deep patrol program was part of the Republic's longstanding anti-piracy measures, and had recently been stepped up to fulfill obligations to the ERTC. The ship's crew was on the second watch rotation. Captain Vok'henem was asleep in his quarters, though since Ronoghans required less rest than humans, he would be back in command well before the end of the watch. For now, however, Commander Fulton had the bridge.

"Conn, Sensors. Commander, got some anomalous readings from Probe #23. The probe is currently in system Beta 23410, getting strange returns from the gas giant."

"What's it look like?"

"Not sure, sir. Metallic, and what might be either low power readings or an ion storm. I'd have to run the probe closer or divert the ship into the system to make sure."

Fulton thought about it for a moment. "No. I'll make a note of it in the log. Someone can always follow up later. We have more important systems up ahead; we still need to check Alpha 4167 and Gamma 38246. The same three corvettes keep making attacks in that area, and those systems are roughly in the center of their sphere of operations," he reminded the ensign.

"Aye, sir."

Agent Fisher · Post by **Agent Fisher** » 2005-10-03 12:24am

The Corneria strike force dropped out of FTL near Corneria station. As soon as the jump was complete, the carriers and cruisers disgorged their fighter craft, and the carriers jumped clear of the system, holding position, within jump range to come and recover their fighters.

One of the Baden's sent a message to the fighters, numbering in excess of 5000.

"Go and hit the transports, bomber craft, make your runs on the station. All other ships, provide cover and lets try and pull through this one alive."

With that, the smaller craft were screaming through space towards the largely unarmed, but escorted troop transports. THe cruisers and two battlecruisers ships opened fire on the defending ships, hoping to distract them while the fighters and bombers did their work.

OOC

8480 fighter and bomber craft in the fight, from the carriers that is four capital points worth of fighter craft. And of course, the fighters and bombers from the cruisers.
2 "Baden" Class Battlecruisers (BC)
10 "Siberia" Class Armored Cruisers (CA)

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2005-10-03 01:14am

Corneria

-::-

Deino. The name meant Dread, and Terrible. She was the first of the three to burst from hyperspace, close in off the rear of the advancing Cornerians. Enyo- warlike was the meaning of her moniker, and horror, as in the feeling her sudden presence was now invoking in the Cornerian warship crews. She arrived second, appearing milliseconds after the first of the Grey Sisters, dropping into perfect formation. Pemphredo, named both for the alarm her appearence caused and the wasp, insect of chaos, arrived last. Her missile silos were literally rolling pods *as* she came out of hyperspace, a ridiculously dangerous maneuver which would have critically upset the jump calculations had she been crewed by anyone but the finest.

The Graiai. The name was associated with the spartan martial ethos which some said had died with Desjardins. The crews of the three sisters bore themselves with little of the youthful exuberance one would usually see on a starship's crew. Overwhelmingly, the vessels were manned by the old: scarred veterans who had spent decades in the Navy. On leave, they could be seen in quiet, dusty bars, drinking and talking little. Their uniforms would bear none of the flash and color other units displayed with pride- the only decorations they bore besides rank and station would be a plain, dark grey swan on the right shoulder. Their eyes would seem sunken into their skulls, bodies ravaged by years spent on campaign, their systems pushed to the limit by overexposure to combat drugs.

These sad, aging, lethal men and women now set those tired killer's eyes on the Cornerian fleet. The Grey Sisters opened fire.

Ranges were too extreme for accurate gun-work, but the pod-lain missiles began to pour at the Nationalists in a vast wave. Some of the finest ECCM specialists in the galaxy were already directing the volley to ignore decoys and avoid point defense. The Squadroné warships of the 2nd Battle Squadron joined in, firing as they closed distance to the gun ranges where battles could be rapidly decided.

There were no transmissions, no calls for surrender. The Graiai were not a force dispatched to recieve surrenders. They were dispatched to slay men and women in the cold emptiness of space.

Corneria Station itself lept into action, the serried ranks of escorts and Provincial Fleet cruisers preparing to defend the transports against the wave of aging fighters the enemy had hurled against them. Fighters poured from the handful of light carriers, a thin line of lethal modern machines against the mass of poorly-maintained Cornerian birds. The fortress itself became a flashing red beacon on tactical screens across the system as it activated an interdictor field.

The Cornerian admiral could only stare in shock at his datafeeds. A single phrase escaped his lips.

"It's a trap."

-::-

Agent Fisher · Post by **Agent Fisher** » 2005-10-03 01:47am

As the Commonwealth forces closed to destroy the now outgunned Cornerian units, Colonel Geama, leader of the massive fighter force, opened a channel to his fighters.

"All ships, go system vertical."

The fighters, which were in waves prepared for their attack runs, snapped up vertical, relative to the station and the Commonwealth fleet, and clawed their way to the nearest edge of the interdictor field. The Cornerian comabt ships followed suit, trying to desperately avoid the trap.

Thirdfain · Post by **Thirdfain** » 2005-10-03 01:58am

-::-

The Grey Sisters changed heading almost immediately. Explosions were rippling across the Cornerian fleet as missiles slammed into them. There was not a single escort in the whole Cornerian squadron, and their point defense was weak when compared with the concentrated fire of five Dreadnought-grade warships.

New trajectories sprung into view. The Cornerian capital ships would not be able to clear the field without passing through gun ranges for a full eight minutes with the onrushing Commonwealth fleet.

-::-

(ooc) Are you firing missiles back? Or taking losses or anything? Without escorts of any type, your unit there will be more susceptible to missile fire.

Agent Fisher · Post by **Agent Fisher** » 2005-10-03 02:27am

Captain Saul Conoy was currently cursing the man who had decided the ship deployments to the many levels of hell. Not one damn escort in the fleet and his ships CIWS was not up to scratch to keep the missiles from hitting his ships. His ships were currently returing fire at the hostile ships and pumping out decoys, rabbits, ECM, jamming and anything else to try and screw up the guidance systems of the missiles. He looked at the tactical map. Eight full minutes till they cleared the interdictor field. His ships were getting chewed up.

So were the fighters. They were taking heavy losses. Some of the bombers were having a bit more luck, with defense turrets firing at the missiles, hitting a few of them. Nearly three hundred fighters were just scattered debris, missiles detonating in the middle of their formations with more dropping off the tactical screen. Nearly a thousand fighters were all flying backwards, at least those that could and still keep up a good speed, spraying fire at the missiles, try to hit as many as they could before they hit the formations. Another thousand were swarming around the Cornerian ships, picking off as many of the missiles as they could.

Agent Fisher · Post by **Agent Fisher** » 2005-10-03 05:36pm

SPARATAN NEWS NETWORK

Good evening and welcome to Sparatan Nightly News, serving the Confederacy for over a hundred years.

War has fully erupted in the eastern porition of the galaxy, with Commonwealth forces assualt a number of Cornerian worlds. The Sparatan Council has not made any supporting statements, for either side. In other news, the Sparatan Naval Design Board revealed their two lastest ship designs. The first new ship, the SPARATA, is to be a new class of warship. This new class has been designated the Battlestar line. It is to be a large carrier, with well over a thousand fighters and also a large number of strike and other craft. It will also be as heavily armed as the WRAITH Class. So far, most of the frame work and hull plating has been laid. The current plan is to finish the SPARATA and then depending on how succesful it is, more ships of the class maybe constructed.

The second design is to be the FIREFLY class Heavy Bomber. While the term bomber may bring up images of small carrier based craft, the FIREFLY is set to be 100 meters long, and carry enough power to, when used in groups, bring down capital ships. While this may just be a pipe dream, the Design Board held high hopes for these two new designs.

In other news, the Sparatan Fleet continues to conduct shipping defense missions, bringing increased wealth and trade to our nation.

White Haven · Post by **White Haven** » 2005-10-04 10:46am

Cantilever System

For some of the assault fleet's elements, the shield's appearance signals disaster. Transports and escort craft peel away in all directions, engines redlining, clawing for the safety of clear space. The unlucky, the slow-to-react, the vessels too close to the shield plow clean into it, their distruction sending ripples thorugh the surface of the shield

Ten heavy assault ships, vanguard of the Sixth Cruiser Squadron First Marine Expeditiary Force, dive out of the blinding thunder of their compatriots' death, a scattering of lighter transports trailing behind, a halo of Navy pinnaces surging ahead. No sane reentry this: As if directed by a single hand, the entire assault force boosts straight down, the bow-wave of the frenzied descent plowing through the world's cloud layer. Decoys scream away from the heavy assault ships, burning up rapidly in the thickening atmosphere, only to be replaced by still more, even as ECM suites howl, fighting to smash back the fire-control and communications networks of the planet below. This is what they were built for, what the First Marine were trained for, and as the force drops through the atmosphere like a stone, the leading Thunder gunships begin to fire.

Missiles, freefall-bombs, firestormers, and cluster-loads sleet down in a lethal hail, accompanied by streaks of air-turned-plasma in the wake of an unending barrage of warship-grade railgun slugs. The First Marine doesn't have the firepower to scour the planet, and that's not their task. The planetary shield generator directly below, and the defenses around it, however, are another matter, and collateral damage simply isn't a concern.

1st Marine Expeditiary Force, Colonel Andrew Carson
-5x Dirk-class landing craft
-5x Thunder-class surface gunships
-Assorted lighter transport craft
-Pinnace complement, transferred from Second Battle Squadron
(Sixth Cruiser Squadron warships employ heavily-armed pinnaces in place of shuttlecraft on all warships)

White Haven · Post by **White Haven** » 2005-10-04 11:32am

Corneria Station, SCSS Sacrifice, Bridge

Mouse becomes cat
Senior Captain Elliot James, secured in his command station's shock frame, lets a thin smile cross his face, one that holds nothing of humor, but much of malice. A thumb presses down a stud on his comms panel, the captain speaking into his headset mic. "Flag, this is the Bridge. Squadron cleared for action, all ships report ready."

After a brief pause, the equally-terse reply comes, a rough, raspy voice that simply says, "Thank you, Bridge. Slave fire-control for the opening salvo to Three Suns command."

Vice Admiral Corson Edwards, CO, Second Battle Squadron
-SCSS Warlock, Warspite-B-class battleship, Commodore Michelle Jackson
-SCSS Typhoon, Greylight-B-class battleship, Commodore Alan Morgen
-SCSS Sacrifice, Majestic-B-class battlecruiser, Senior Captain Elliot James <Flagship>
-SCSS Glory, Majestic-B-class battlecruiser, Senior Captain Jennifer Osterman
-SCSS Starhammer, Godhand-B-class heavy cruiser, Captain Harold Renenet
-SCSS Vesta, Pegasus-class light cruiser, Captain Harold Archer
-SCSS Dragoon, Pegasus-class light cruiser, Captain Isaih Hawter
-SCSS Essex, North Star-class escort carrier, Commander Wink Baufield
-SCSS Dreamland, North Star-class escort carrier, Commander Tessa Elwey
-4x Dagger-class boarding craft, Major Jethrod Thighbiter

Agent Fisher · Post by **Agent Fisher** » 2005-10-04 12:20pm

White Haven wrote:Cantilever System

For some of the assault fleet's elements, the shield's appearance signals disaster. Transports and escort craft peel away in all directions, engines redlining, clawing for the safety of clear space. The unlucky, the slow-to-react, the vessels too close to the shield plow clean into it, their distruction sending ripples thorugh the surface of the shield

Ten heavy assault ships, vanguard of the Sixth Cruiser Squadron First Marine Expeditiary Force, dive out of the blinding thunder of their compatriots' death, a scattering of lighter transports trailing behind, a halo of Navy pinnaces surging ahead. No sane reentry this: As if directed by a single hand, the entire assault force boosts straight down, the bow-wave of the frenzied descent plowing through the world's cloud layer. Decoys scream away from the heavy assault ships, burning up rapidly in the thickening atmosphere, only to be replaced by still more, even as ECM suites howl, fighting to smash back the fire-control and communications networks of the planet below. This is what they were built for, what the First Marine were trained for, and as the force drops through the atmosphere like a stone, the leading Thunder gunships begin to fire.

Missiles, freefall-bombs, firestormers, and cluster-loads sleet down in a lethal hail, accompanied by streaks of air-turned-plasma in the wake of an unending barrage of warship-grade railgun slugs. The First Marine doesn't have the firepower to scour the planet, and that's not their task. The planetary shield generator directly below, and the defenses around it, however, are another matter, and collateral damage simply isn't a concern.

1st Marine Expeditiary Force, Colonel Andrew Carson
-5x Dirk-class landing craft
-5x Thunder-class surface gunships
-Assorted lighter transport craft
-Pinnace complement, transferred from Second Battle Squadron
(Sixth Cruiser Squadron warships employ heavily-armed pinnaces in place of shuttlecraft on all warships)

The ordance and firepower from the First Marine began to rain down towards the generator. Fire lanced upwards from a number of anti-ship guns, designed to take down orbiting capital ships, streaking towards the oncoming craft. All around the generator, anti-aircraft batteries began to track and fire on the transports.

Spyder · Post by **Spyder** » 2005-10-05 12:35am

"Oh God, they're here, they're here!"
"Yeah, we're pretty fucked."

Panic grips the citizens of Cantilever as the ships descend on the shield generator. Half a hemisphere away rioting breaks out at the spaceport as thousands of Cantilevers clamour for a way out in a futile act of desperation. The port was effectively shutdown, as of right now there was no way on or off Cantilever and the populace would be at the mercy of the victor. Few stopped to consider the possibility that perhaps life would be better without the brutal warlords, the very real threat of being exterminated by an over zealous invading force sullied much of the optimism.

A few seperated from the crowd, isolated in fear. A few of the few were lucky enough to hear some words of encouragement. "If you want to stay alive, stay with me."

Agent Fisher · Post by **Agent Fisher** » 2005-10-06 02:51am

ROE STATION SHIPYARD ALPHA
SPARATAN CONFEDARCY

Captain Braca cruised through space in his Warhog. To his port was the frame of the Battlestar Sparata, the first of her class. He had bee selected to be the Sparata's CAG. And being CAG for a ship that could carry nearly eight hundred fighters was no small task. Even as the ship was finally made airtight and equipment was being moved in, he was already swamped with paperwork. Braca pulled his fighter around and skimmed along the edges of the ship. It was covered in CIWS guns and rail FLAK guns. He passed over the Heavy MAC gun turrets on the top of the ship. He reached the end of the ship and pulled around. He aimed for the port flight pod and flew through the open portion that was the landing bay. He passed through and passed by the long barrel of the ships Super MAC gun. He gave the ship a waggle of his wings and pulled away and headed back towards the fighter bays where the future Air Group for Sparata was docked.

White Haven · Post by **White Haven** » 2005-10-12 02:25pm

Cantilever system

Splinters of hard-edged light spray into the air as the installation's light anti-aircraft guns open fire, stabbing and around the plumetting force in wild, stroboscopic patterns. Pinnaces start to burn, haloing the formation with wreckage and smoke, as beleaguered shields overload and die, the armor beneath sundering shortly thereafter. The fire that strikes the main assault ships is simply absorbed, dissipated, ignored as beneath notice, warding the transports trailing behind.

And then, the real defenses speak. The fleet deploying in orbit bears witness to the storm; bars of solid lightning lancing up out of the violated clouds and into space as the heavy batteries struggle to swat the deadly locusts descending upon them. Speed, then, becomes the attackers defense. Even as the cannons fling their wrath upwards, the ships of the First Marine slash down, faster than the cumbersome anti-orbital batteries can track at such a low altitude.

Nearly.

One battery manages to depress enough to fire, smashing clear through even the overpowered shielding and slablike armor of one of the troop carriers. Debris belches from the stricken ship, its drives faltering, coughing....dying. Its compatriots scream downwards past it, and abruptly, it begins to slow its descent. Molten metal sloughs away from the transport as rank after rank of counter-grav pods consume themselves at suicidal power settings, robbing the ship of more and more of its inertia. Slowly at first, then with greater speed, armored figures spew from the deployment hatches, hundreds even leaping from the gaping hole in the ship's flank, marines in full powered armor making their own countergrav assault. There are, of course, tardy, despite their early deployment.

The remaining nine ships, trailed by a mix of pinnaces, transport, and blasted wreckage, plonge onwards, missiles and railguns tracking for the heavy guns as they reveal themselves. Without warning, countergrav pods spin to full powerful, one after another, burning themselves out by the dozens as they yank the descending Thunders to a near-halt. Too low to be engaged by the orbital cannons, and too heavily shielded to blink at the fusilade of anti-air fire, the five gunships begin to rain fire and death with rapidly-increasing accuracy as gunners suddenly find themselves with stable firing platforms. The pinnaces fan out in all directions, their own weapons finally speaking as missiles drop from under-wing bays to birth fresh gouts of fire among the defenders. By necessity of design, the smaller transport craft begin breaking earlier, but the four remaining assault ships of the First Marine continue their suicidal plunge until the last possible instant.

The now-familiar barrage of spent countergrav pods rains down beneath the assault ships, splashing molten metal across the base below. Shortly thereafter, the ships themselves touch down with a loud crunch, shields and overengineered landing gear screaming under the stress of the combat landing. Streams of antipersonnel and antitank munitions spray from batteries along the flanks of the four grounded ships as forms in black powered armor spill from the assault bays. The four ships form a rough square, the conventional transports starting to set down within their guard.

The fifth transport and its marine complement are still at least thirty seconds from impact.

Agent Fisher · Post by **Agent Fisher** » 2005-10-12 04:30pm

The Cornerian Defense Force troopers hunkered down in their trenches, defending the generator. The anti-tank muntions flew over their heads. The troopers peeked over the edge of the trench and fired at the advancing forms. Their were tanks were in defilade in the trenches and fired towards the advancing forms. Four batteries of artillery fired toward the marines in power armor, shells exploding in the midst of their formations.

White Haven · Post by **White Haven** » 2005-10-13 11:26am

Unopposed now, the five heavy gunships of the First Marine survey the spreading battleground. Rapid-fire gauss-vulcans track back and forth, firing under independent control at whatever targets present themselves. The heavier weaponry speaks less frequently now that troops are on the ground, but when they do speak, it's with lethal, shattering force. Entrenched positions blossom into boils of light as heavy missiles leap from launchers low overhead. Metal, concrete, and fire blast upwards as warship-grade railgun slugs smash defending tanks apart like toys. Artillery is answered by a fussilade of counter-battery fire from the ultimate, manufactured high ground. Ground troops advance in the wake of the firestorm, and losses do begin to mount, but their job in this environment is more cleanup than anything else. That role is reinforced as fresh blasts of light and fury begin to thunder against the generator itself. At first, the installation's local shielding wards against them, but the sheer mass of fire from the warship-grade weapons in close quarters wll not be denied for long.

Agent Fisher · Post by **Agent Fisher** » 2005-10-13 01:20pm

Captain Mordan stood in the control room of the shield generator. He lifted a phone to his head.

"Command, Generator Five here. We are soon to be overrun. You better switch from Generator Five to Generator Six."

He hung up the phone. His men where getting slaughtered. The gunships were bashing in the shield which would last only a few more minutes.

Mordan waited until the status board showed that this Generator no longer held a large precent of the shield up, then lifted another phone, and opened a line to the invaders.

"Please cease fire. Generator Five surrenders."

Mordan flicked a switch so he could talk with his troops.

"If the invaders cease firing, do so as well. I have offered our surrender."

After he hung up the phone, he dispatched some of his troops to lay down explosives through out the structure.

White Haven · Post by **White Haven** » 2005-10-18 01:35pm

With the broadcast surrender of the forces defending the generator, the guns of the First Marine fall silent. Here and there, exchanges of fire snarl in the shocking silence, but soon the message spreads, and even those pockets of violence fade at last. Deployable defense emplacements are wheeled out of the grounded transports, Marine technicians hurriedly reinforcing the perimeter around the First's LZ during the potentially-brief lull in combat.

Code: Select all

This is Colonel Andrew Carson, First Marine of the Sixth Cruiser. I accept your surrender, and order that your forces disarm and stand down. They will not be harmed. You have five minutes to evacuate the generator complex, starting from the end of this transmission, at which point it will be destroyed by fire. Resistance will be met with force. That is all.

(OOC: Sorry for all the slow responses...is anyone byt me, Fish, and Third even playing this anymore, though?)