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The Cornerian fleet was rocked as the UTR fleet opened fire. That was all it took to decide the matter. And some one had goofed on the Entente side, no one had bothered to cut off the escape.
"All ships, jump now"
The entire Cornerian fleet vanished into foldspace. Two ships, lamed by missle fire didn't make and instead destroyed themselves in massive fire balls.
"All ships, make course for Coventry."
"All ships, jump now"
The entire Cornerian fleet vanished into foldspace. Two ships, lamed by missle fire didn't make and instead destroyed themselves in massive fire balls.
"All ships, make course for Coventry."
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The Cornerian fleet flickered for a second, twisted- and then was still. The Nysfitsar generators did their work perfectly.
Andreson's face was blank and smooth under the command-womb's red lights.
"The Wall of Battle will advance."
The Commonwealth fleet had already closed much of the distance between it and the Cornerian vessels.
"The Wall of Battle will follow the Morrigan's fire plan."
Every gun and tube in the Fleet focused it's fire on a single Cornerian Dreadnought. When that vessel gave up the ghost, their fire would switch to the next. One by one, the Cornerian fleet would be butchered by the Commonwealth fleet's guns.
Ahead of the main fleet, the fighter squadrons were co-ordinating with Captain Glass's forces. The Commonwealth interceptors and strike craft followed the fire-plans of the UTR wings.
-: ENDRECORD :-
The Cornerian fleet flickered for a second, twisted- and then was still. The Nysfitsar generators did their work perfectly.
Andreson's face was blank and smooth under the command-womb's red lights.
"The Wall of Battle will advance."
The Commonwealth fleet had already closed much of the distance between it and the Cornerian vessels.
"The Wall of Battle will follow the Morrigan's fire plan."
Every gun and tube in the Fleet focused it's fire on a single Cornerian Dreadnought. When that vessel gave up the ghost, their fire would switch to the next. One by one, the Cornerian fleet would be butchered by the Commonwealth fleet's guns.
Ahead of the main fleet, the fighter squadrons were co-ordinating with Captain Glass's forces. The Commonwealth interceptors and strike craft followed the fire-plans of the UTR wings.
-: ENDRECORD :-
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FTL Inhibitors are in use. This post stricken from the record.Stormbringer wrote:The Cornerian fleet was rocked as the UTR fleet opened fire. That was all it took to decide the matter. And some one had goofed on the Entente side, no one had bothered to cut off the escape.
"All ships, jump now"
The entire Cornerian fleet vanished into foldspace. Two ships, lamed by missle fire didn't make and instead destroyed themselves in massive fire balls.
"All ships, make course for Coventry."
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That was the plan, anyway... but the plan hadn't accounted for the Kzin. The standard tactics began immediately--the scream and leap, tried and tested. The main wall of the Kzin fleet detached from the Commonwealth and Terran fleets to close range as rapidly as possible. Gravity planers spooled up with the sound of ripping canvas and the Patriarchy's vessels rapidly overtook the Terrans already maneuvering.Thirdfain wrote:Every gun and tube in the Fleet focused it's fire on a single Cornerian Dreadnought. When that vessel gave up the ghost, their fire would switch to the next. One by one, the Cornerian fleet would be butchered by the Commonwealth fleet's guns.
The Cornerians replied with a volley of missiles, but the Kzin point defense was the most effective in the galaxy, and little got through. If there was one school of design least suited to fight the Kzin, it was the Cornerians. In a matter of moments, the Kzin fleet would be on top of them, enveloping their formation and blasting them to pieces. It was an inelegant method of fighting, but in this case it would be very effective.
Meanwhile, the more reasoned part of the strategy was succeeding as well. The task force waiting in the wings slowly advanced on the Cornerian flank, concentrating their fire on one ship at a time and undermining their formation. The battle would be a massacre from start to finish, and with the assistance of the UTR task force on the other flank, it would be a double envelopment in space.
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There is no mention at all made of any in use.SirNitram wrote:FTL Inhibitors are in use. This post stricken from the record.Stormbringer wrote:The Cornerian fleet was rocked as the UTR fleet opened fire. That was all it took to decide the matter. And some one had goofed on the Entente side, no one had bothered to cut off the escape.
"All ships, jump now"
The entire Cornerian fleet vanished into foldspace. Two ships, lamed by missle fire didn't make and instead destroyed themselves in massive fire balls.
"All ships, make course for Coventry."
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Starting negotiations...
Indashani Space, Silos System
Silos 5 Orbit, Silos Regional Space Station
The regional space station was full of activity as it helped coordinate the inflow of information from various internal and external sources. The station was linked to various listening stations and vessels whose sole purpose was to be part of the Indashani information gathering machine. At the moment, deep within the station the two most powerful members of regional intelligence met for a briefing on the current state of information received and passed on to the government complexes in Indas 3.
Regional Intelligence director: “So what is our situation as of right now? Have we hit any snags?”
Regional Intelligence sub-director: “We may have actually.” All it took was a thought for the information that he had been privately viewing with his implants was shared with his superior. “As you can see, the flow of information has slowed considerably from the northern edge, and the red dots signify casualties some of our associated agents have taken. Considering the location, I am not surprised. I believe this is why you chose to work with intermediaries when dealing with the local power there.”
Regional Intelligence director: “I see it. You are right of course; I did not wish to send some of ours into that particular area. I made it clear to the local handlers to remind the outsiders that telepathic attempts within the corporation’s territorial holdings would be…difficult at best. I suppose it would be possible if we sent some of the Children there, but there is no need. Have we learned anything new or of true importance from that area?”
Regional Intelligence sub-director: “A moment please.” It took less than that for his mind to access the proper protocols, the information from the questioned area appearing in a mostly stream of red. “Not really, but it has provided confirmation for some of our sources.”
Regional Intelligence director: “then cut it off, send the word out to our sources there that I want them stopping what they are doing and going under. We have gotten all that we can apparently. I am not willing to send more personnel there to dig deeper, least of all any of our specialists.” Outsiders were by definition expendable, but the children were not. If any of them was caught or killed, it would prove to be an embarrassment to the Republic. The last thing they needed was a diplomatic incident, when the Republic was on the verge of entering the galactic stage. It would be a bad start, and careers could be ended because of it. No, pulling back was the sensible choice. “Our traditional methods will have to suffice until then.”
Regional Intelligence sub-director: The sub-director went silent for a moment, his mind accessing a series of commands the recall order or sublimation orders sent to the relevant locations. “It is done.”
Regional Intelligence director: “excellent. If the situation changes for any reason, get in contact with me. These will be trying times, but exciting ones.” He offered his sub-director a thin smile before he walked away.
TSC Space, Isis Border Province
Edge of System
The task force waited patiently for their messages to be answered and contact to be made. The ships floated in space in perfect formation, awaiting the pleasure of the TSC. By this time, the multitude of passive sensors within the vessels had begun to paint a better picture of the system. The captain of the Shining Path took notice of them and was immediately aware of what he already expected. There was little chance that his task force could inflict significant damage on any targets worth the name. It was not truly surprising, contacting a system in this manner generally meant approaching in small enough numbers to not present a threat. In essence, the Indashani task force was here to its good intentions not to flaunt her might. Still, if the TSC decided that their presence was not welcome there would be not much for him to do even if he was in the mood to flex his muscles. A battleship and a few escorts simply were no match for the amount of defenses orbiting some of the planets in the system. Any further thoughts on such matters ceased when the familiar voice of the AI entered his mind.
We are receiving a transmission from within the system Captain. I am displaying it on your screen.
His eyes slid forward, a holographic projector projecting the image of the TSC representative in the air before him. It took him only a handful of seconds before he smiled to the image before him and began to speak. “Thank you for your prompt reply TSC representative.” His voice was soft and a bit forced; as if speaking was not something he did often. Still, his pronunciation was excellent. “My task force is here in order to escort one of our ambassadors to your fair port. It is our wish that you will allow our ambassador to meet with you or one of your representatives in order to discuss the possibility of initial relations between the TSC and the Indashani republic.” He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in before he continued.
”I am aware of your nation’s problems as of late, and I am willing to wait for a considerable amount of time here if necessary. I am also willing to leave behind up to eighty percent of my escorting ships here before attempting to move further within your system. The decision to allow us within the system or not is yours to make, as well as the location of our meeting if you wish it to take place.” He went silent then, deciding that he had been as forthright as he could be. It was now all a matter of trust and fate. Even now however, he expected that the TSC would agree to allow their ambassador to proceed. It was not as if they had much to lose, not with the sort of defenses arrayed in the system. They did have however, a great deal to gain.
Silos 5 Orbit, Silos Regional Space Station
The regional space station was full of activity as it helped coordinate the inflow of information from various internal and external sources. The station was linked to various listening stations and vessels whose sole purpose was to be part of the Indashani information gathering machine. At the moment, deep within the station the two most powerful members of regional intelligence met for a briefing on the current state of information received and passed on to the government complexes in Indas 3.
Regional Intelligence director: “So what is our situation as of right now? Have we hit any snags?”
Regional Intelligence sub-director: “We may have actually.” All it took was a thought for the information that he had been privately viewing with his implants was shared with his superior. “As you can see, the flow of information has slowed considerably from the northern edge, and the red dots signify casualties some of our associated agents have taken. Considering the location, I am not surprised. I believe this is why you chose to work with intermediaries when dealing with the local power there.”
Regional Intelligence director: “I see it. You are right of course; I did not wish to send some of ours into that particular area. I made it clear to the local handlers to remind the outsiders that telepathic attempts within the corporation’s territorial holdings would be…difficult at best. I suppose it would be possible if we sent some of the Children there, but there is no need. Have we learned anything new or of true importance from that area?”
Regional Intelligence sub-director: “A moment please.” It took less than that for his mind to access the proper protocols, the information from the questioned area appearing in a mostly stream of red. “Not really, but it has provided confirmation for some of our sources.”
Regional Intelligence director: “then cut it off, send the word out to our sources there that I want them stopping what they are doing and going under. We have gotten all that we can apparently. I am not willing to send more personnel there to dig deeper, least of all any of our specialists.” Outsiders were by definition expendable, but the children were not. If any of them was caught or killed, it would prove to be an embarrassment to the Republic. The last thing they needed was a diplomatic incident, when the Republic was on the verge of entering the galactic stage. It would be a bad start, and careers could be ended because of it. No, pulling back was the sensible choice. “Our traditional methods will have to suffice until then.”
Regional Intelligence sub-director: The sub-director went silent for a moment, his mind accessing a series of commands the recall order or sublimation orders sent to the relevant locations. “It is done.”
Regional Intelligence director: “excellent. If the situation changes for any reason, get in contact with me. These will be trying times, but exciting ones.” He offered his sub-director a thin smile before he walked away.
TSC Space, Isis Border Province
Edge of System
The task force waited patiently for their messages to be answered and contact to be made. The ships floated in space in perfect formation, awaiting the pleasure of the TSC. By this time, the multitude of passive sensors within the vessels had begun to paint a better picture of the system. The captain of the Shining Path took notice of them and was immediately aware of what he already expected. There was little chance that his task force could inflict significant damage on any targets worth the name. It was not truly surprising, contacting a system in this manner generally meant approaching in small enough numbers to not present a threat. In essence, the Indashani task force was here to its good intentions not to flaunt her might. Still, if the TSC decided that their presence was not welcome there would be not much for him to do even if he was in the mood to flex his muscles. A battleship and a few escorts simply were no match for the amount of defenses orbiting some of the planets in the system. Any further thoughts on such matters ceased when the familiar voice of the AI entered his mind.
We are receiving a transmission from within the system Captain. I am displaying it on your screen.
His eyes slid forward, a holographic projector projecting the image of the TSC representative in the air before him. It took him only a handful of seconds before he smiled to the image before him and began to speak. “Thank you for your prompt reply TSC representative.” His voice was soft and a bit forced; as if speaking was not something he did often. Still, his pronunciation was excellent. “My task force is here in order to escort one of our ambassadors to your fair port. It is our wish that you will allow our ambassador to meet with you or one of your representatives in order to discuss the possibility of initial relations between the TSC and the Indashani republic.” He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in before he continued.
”I am aware of your nation’s problems as of late, and I am willing to wait for a considerable amount of time here if necessary. I am also willing to leave behind up to eighty percent of my escorting ships here before attempting to move further within your system. The decision to allow us within the system or not is yours to make, as well as the location of our meeting if you wish it to take place.” He went silent then, deciding that he had been as forthright as he could be. It was now all a matter of trust and fate. Even now however, he expected that the TSC would agree to allow their ambassador to proceed. It was not as if they had much to lose, not with the sort of defenses arrayed in the system. They did have however, a great deal to gain.
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-: Isis :-
"In the name of the Senate and the Commonwealth, I welcome you to Isis. Your vessels and your person are granted leave to enter the system.
My superiors on Osiris have instructed me that an official of the Federal Government will be arriving within a few days. I apologise for the delay, but the Federals are stretched quite thin at this point.
I have been granted leave to open up an initial dialogue, as my superiors put it. You are personally invited to dinner at the Governer's Fortress on Isis Prime, in the great city of Alexandria.
Welcome to Isis."
-: ENDRECORD :-
Katrina's pale face split almost immediatly into a diplomatic smile. This was a first-contact situation with a new power, the sort of thing which could win even a Civil Service woman such as herself a Samuraiship.”I am aware of your nation’s problems as of late, and I am willing to wait for a considerable amount of time here if necessary. I am also willing to leave behind up to eighty percent of my escorting ships here before attempting to move further within your system. The decision to allow us within the system or not is yours to make, as well as the location of our meeting if you wish it to take place.”
"In the name of the Senate and the Commonwealth, I welcome you to Isis. Your vessels and your person are granted leave to enter the system.
My superiors on Osiris have instructed me that an official of the Federal Government will be arriving within a few days. I apologise for the delay, but the Federals are stretched quite thin at this point.
I have been granted leave to open up an initial dialogue, as my superiors put it. You are personally invited to dinner at the Governer's Fortress on Isis Prime, in the great city of Alexandria.
Welcome to Isis."
-: ENDRECORD :-
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First impressions are key...
TSC Space, Isis Border Province
Edge of System
The woman’s smile widened and he immediately felt a bit more at ease, aware for whatever reason that he could not see duplicity in the very human reaction to smile when things were going well. Perhaps only now she had realized the potential of the moment that was transpiring between them? Whatever the reason for her smile to appear it assured him in a very personal manner. It suggested that the very fragile moment between them was going to flourish and blossom. When she spoke he listened, aware that the words she uttered had the potential to shape both their nations. He was not at all disappointed by what he heard.
”Thank you for your welcome, my vessels and I will enter the system.” He paused for a moment then considering her words for only a moment before shaking his head. “There is no need to apologize, the delay was expected and the situation of your nation is…known to us to a degree. We will happily await the arrival of your officials.” The offer of dinner caught him a bit by surprise, but he hesitated for only a moment before conferring with the Ambassador. Within three and a half seconds of her offer, it was accepted. “We accept your dinner invitation madam; we shall see each other shortly. Shining Path out.”
The transmission was ended between the flagship of the task force and her benefactors, orders carried through thought-projectors from one vessel to another. Within twenty seconds of the orders arrival, the entire task force accelerated slowly and crossed from the edge of the system into the system itself. They had been given an approach vector and they would follow it, their velocity appropriate for their task. It took the fleet a bit of time to cover the distance from the edge of the system to their designated waiting area, the Shining Path taking up orbit over Isis Prime. It took five or so minutes for the ship to coordinate with Isis Prime control about the chosen approach vector of the shuttle which would carry the VIP’s to the surface of the planet. After the course had been set and verified, a single shuttle left the bay of the Shining Path and plummeted towards the surface of the world.
TSC space, Isis Border Province
Isis Prime, Designated landing area
The Indashani shuttle sped through the atmosphere of the planet gracefully, her shielding system and armor easily protecting her from the heat of reentry. As the shuttle approached its landing area, it did not deviate by more than three and half meters from its designated approach vector. The sensors on the shuttle were quite advanced and allowed the passengers a bird’s eye view of the city below them. Alexandria, was in all respects and impressive city dispelling any thoughts that the TSC lacked the capability of being an architectural powerhouse.
The landing area was elegant in its own way, and the shuttle glided down towards it as if being the very essence of elegance. The ship eventually came to a hover roughly twenty or so meters above the landing bay and slowly drifted downwards, its landing systems deployed within five meters of the ground. After the shuttle landed, those within it exited after less than a minute of preparation time. The first person to exit the shuttle was Captain Ezra La`mari the commanding officer of the INS Shining Path after him a second male and another female followed, both wearing relatively expressionless masks and red hair. The final person that left the vessel was a woman who by mannerisms alone was likely the ambassador.
As all four members of the Indashani diplomatic team moved, their skin suits began to shift and ripple, their clothing twisting as it took a more appropriate shape and form. Within thirty five seconds, the captain was dressed in what appeared to be a military dress uniform, the clothing of the male and female companions changing to black and crimson uniforms of obvious significance. The skin suit of the ambassador had changed to an elegant dress which accentuated her features in a way no skin suit could, the chosen colors contrasting beautifully with her complexion. Four distinct pair of eyes darted about, keen to meet the TSC delegates.
Edge of System
The woman’s smile widened and he immediately felt a bit more at ease, aware for whatever reason that he could not see duplicity in the very human reaction to smile when things were going well. Perhaps only now she had realized the potential of the moment that was transpiring between them? Whatever the reason for her smile to appear it assured him in a very personal manner. It suggested that the very fragile moment between them was going to flourish and blossom. When she spoke he listened, aware that the words she uttered had the potential to shape both their nations. He was not at all disappointed by what he heard.
”Thank you for your welcome, my vessels and I will enter the system.” He paused for a moment then considering her words for only a moment before shaking his head. “There is no need to apologize, the delay was expected and the situation of your nation is…known to us to a degree. We will happily await the arrival of your officials.” The offer of dinner caught him a bit by surprise, but he hesitated for only a moment before conferring with the Ambassador. Within three and a half seconds of her offer, it was accepted. “We accept your dinner invitation madam; we shall see each other shortly. Shining Path out.”
The transmission was ended between the flagship of the task force and her benefactors, orders carried through thought-projectors from one vessel to another. Within twenty seconds of the orders arrival, the entire task force accelerated slowly and crossed from the edge of the system into the system itself. They had been given an approach vector and they would follow it, their velocity appropriate for their task. It took the fleet a bit of time to cover the distance from the edge of the system to their designated waiting area, the Shining Path taking up orbit over Isis Prime. It took five or so minutes for the ship to coordinate with Isis Prime control about the chosen approach vector of the shuttle which would carry the VIP’s to the surface of the planet. After the course had been set and verified, a single shuttle left the bay of the Shining Path and plummeted towards the surface of the world.
TSC space, Isis Border Province
Isis Prime, Designated landing area
The Indashani shuttle sped through the atmosphere of the planet gracefully, her shielding system and armor easily protecting her from the heat of reentry. As the shuttle approached its landing area, it did not deviate by more than three and half meters from its designated approach vector. The sensors on the shuttle were quite advanced and allowed the passengers a bird’s eye view of the city below them. Alexandria, was in all respects and impressive city dispelling any thoughts that the TSC lacked the capability of being an architectural powerhouse.
The landing area was elegant in its own way, and the shuttle glided down towards it as if being the very essence of elegance. The ship eventually came to a hover roughly twenty or so meters above the landing bay and slowly drifted downwards, its landing systems deployed within five meters of the ground. After the shuttle landed, those within it exited after less than a minute of preparation time. The first person to exit the shuttle was Captain Ezra La`mari the commanding officer of the INS Shining Path after him a second male and another female followed, both wearing relatively expressionless masks and red hair. The final person that left the vessel was a woman who by mannerisms alone was likely the ambassador.
As all four members of the Indashani diplomatic team moved, their skin suits began to shift and ripple, their clothing twisting as it took a more appropriate shape and form. Within thirty five seconds, the captain was dressed in what appeared to be a military dress uniform, the clothing of the male and female companions changing to black and crimson uniforms of obvious significance. The skin suit of the ambassador had changed to an elegant dress which accentuated her features in a way no skin suit could, the chosen colors contrasting beautifully with her complexion. Four distinct pair of eyes darted about, keen to meet the TSC delegates.
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-: Alexandria, Capital City, Isis Prime :-
The Indashani vessel was ensconsed in a landing bay in Alexandria's Old City, a part of the world that predated the TSC itself. The quaint streets conjured up an old-world charm that was hard to find in the industrial warrens and archologies that rose along the horizon.
The Indashani diplomatic team was met by Governer Lermontov. She wore a business suit of slightly military lines, in the fashion of dead Desjardins. Her only peice of local flair were earrings and a slim golden chain. Around her were a half-dozen others, some in uniform, others in formal civilian dress.
Flanking this unassuming party were four giants of battle-steel and ceramic- Commonwealth Legionnaires in Cavalry power-armor. Each soldier carried a cut-down heavy weapon at port arms, but their chameleon hulls had been set to dress colors- Snow white, each soldier bearing the sword-and-suns of the Commonwealth across his or her broad, armored chest.
Governer Lermontov stepped forwards.
"Welcome. I am Katrina Lermontov, Governer in the service of the Commonwealth. In the name of the Commonwealth, I bid you welcome to Isis."
"This is Commander Arnold Farlane, of the Isis Station Naval base."
She indicated a man at her side, almost inhumanly tall, well over six feet. His features, those of an older asiastic man, looked like they had been carved from ebony- they were as dark and as hard as that wood. His feet were prehensile, and he wore a Navy officer's blue-and-grey uniform, emblazoned with the sword-and-suns on his right, rank insignia on his left.
His features and odd feet spoke of a life spent on zero-g space habitats and naval vessels, Formed for life in conditions no human was meant to survive in.
He bowed slightly, arms at his sides.
"This is Chef-General Santander Gearhardt, head of the Commonwealth Army in the Isis Province."
She indicated another man, this one broad and heavily muscled, with his red hair pulled back in a tight topknot. His uniform was black-and-grey.
He too bowed, arms at his sides.
She made brief introductions of the others- two provincal senators, and the director of Isis Secundus' Agency base.
"And by what names would you call yourselves?"
The Indashani vessel was ensconsed in a landing bay in Alexandria's Old City, a part of the world that predated the TSC itself. The quaint streets conjured up an old-world charm that was hard to find in the industrial warrens and archologies that rose along the horizon.
The Indashani diplomatic team was met by Governer Lermontov. She wore a business suit of slightly military lines, in the fashion of dead Desjardins. Her only peice of local flair were earrings and a slim golden chain. Around her were a half-dozen others, some in uniform, others in formal civilian dress.
Flanking this unassuming party were four giants of battle-steel and ceramic- Commonwealth Legionnaires in Cavalry power-armor. Each soldier carried a cut-down heavy weapon at port arms, but their chameleon hulls had been set to dress colors- Snow white, each soldier bearing the sword-and-suns of the Commonwealth across his or her broad, armored chest.
Governer Lermontov stepped forwards.
"Welcome. I am Katrina Lermontov, Governer in the service of the Commonwealth. In the name of the Commonwealth, I bid you welcome to Isis."
"This is Commander Arnold Farlane, of the Isis Station Naval base."
She indicated a man at her side, almost inhumanly tall, well over six feet. His features, those of an older asiastic man, looked like they had been carved from ebony- they were as dark and as hard as that wood. His feet were prehensile, and he wore a Navy officer's blue-and-grey uniform, emblazoned with the sword-and-suns on his right, rank insignia on his left.
His features and odd feet spoke of a life spent on zero-g space habitats and naval vessels, Formed for life in conditions no human was meant to survive in.
He bowed slightly, arms at his sides.
"This is Chef-General Santander Gearhardt, head of the Commonwealth Army in the Isis Province."
She indicated another man, this one broad and heavily muscled, with his red hair pulled back in a tight topknot. His uniform was black-and-grey.
He too bowed, arms at his sides.
She made brief introductions of the others- two provincal senators, and the director of Isis Secundus' Agency base.
"And by what names would you call yourselves?"
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Before we proceed...
TSC space, Isis Border Province
Isis Prime, Alexandria
it was difficult to miss the sharp contrast of their current surroundings with what they had seen from within the shuttle. It was obvious that this part was older than those around them, and for a moment all four members of the diplomatic delegation considered what had transpired within these walls and streets. The TSC delegation was easily noticed, the four armored body guards noted and appreciated.
<<Well, they are certainly being thorough aren’t they? Those weapons look more than capable.>> the thought of the captain was carried wordlessly to the ambassador and her guards, an answer resonating within his mind a moment later. <<Can you blame them? Their nation is at war. Furthermore, they were not certain what to expect.>> the ambassador’s words were firm and diplomatic, an inkling of irritation felt from one of her guards barely beneath the surface. <<yes, Ishana?>> the ambassador’s words were soft and insistent, the thought of the red haired woman in the black and red answering back a second later. <<nothing ambassador, simply considering that all we are carrying are side arms. This does seem a bit much.>> the captain snorted softly. <<Ishana, it can be argued that you are a weapon in your own right.>> There was only a second of hesitation before pleasure rippled from Ishana’s mind and spread lightly over the delegation. <<You have a point captain.>>
The delegation came to a stop a discrete distance before their counterparts from the TSC, their eyes aware of those before them and offering slight nods in a preliminary greeting. When the woman stepped forward, all eyes were upon her and when she spoke all listened. There was no interruption as she introduced herself for it was expected that she would continue with introductions for the others present. As she spoke, eyes slid towards the next member of her delegation to being introduced. The eyes of the two dressed in black and crimson were particularly interested in Commander Arnold Farlene, thoughts exchanged about his build and features. The Indashani were quite aware of geneering and used it extensively in various fields. Nonetheless, the commander certainly seemed to take a more drastic approach than most in that regard.
When the commander bowed slightly, the delegation did the same all aware that politeness had to be answered in kind. When the so called Chef-General was introduced, eyes slid towards him the eyes of the body guards lingering upon the red hair and blinking for a moment. A second later as if rebuked by some unseen force, they both relaxed and concentrated on other things. The politeness answered in kind as it occurred. When Katrina had finished all her introductions and asked for what was totally expected, the delegation hesitated visibly. Although the Captain was arguably the highest ranking officer and in command of the task force that had led them here, the ambassador was far more capable and comfortable dealing in this sort of situation. It took only a handful of seconds of debate before the captain nodded his head and obviously deferred to the woman in the dress.
The captain was well over six feet in height, his latest physical assuring him that he was three and a half inches above six feet. The two body guards dressed in black and crimson were both somewhere in the five foot ten to six foot range in height. The ambassador on the other hand was barely six inches above five feet in height. Her steps graceful as she moved to the front of the delegation, nodded towards the captain and began to speak. “My name is Helena Yvaz. I am an ambassador for the Indashani republic and I am honored that I was chosen to lead the negotiations with your people Katrina.” She paused for a moment, her speech far more practiced than that of the captain’s. Her eyes glanced towards the captain in his dress uniform. “This is captain Ezra La`mari commanding officer of the INS Shining Path.” The captain nodded as he was introduced, the ambassador’s attention sliding towards the final two members of her team. “These are Ishana Lazia and Ara Somar. They are my escorts, both members of the children of Indas.” As their names were spoken, each nodded in turn their eyes keenly aware of their surroundings seemingly at all times.
The ambassador hesitated for a moment, her thoughts exchanged with the others until they came to an agreement. In the end, it was decided that honesty was the best approach at this stage. There was certainly an advantage to be gained by keeping the nature of their people a secret for as long as possible, but deception at this stage could poison future negotiations. Furthermore, if the TSC and the Indashani Republic developed close ties deception at this stage would undoubtedly be discovered. The captain had agreed readily, although both of the children had hesitated before finally relenting to the obvious truth behind her arguments. “Governer, there is something that you must be made aware before any negotiations begin to take place. I do not wish to try and start this contact with an inherent deception and thus I will reveal to you that I as well as those in my delegations are…telepathically gifted. The official language of the republic is through telepathic contact, which is part of the reason the majority of my delegation has remained silent. We are aware that this may make some people uncomfortable, and thus are willing to work out some arrangement to your satisfaction.”
It was the prudent path to take, especially considering that they had little idea as to what the TSC reaction would be. It was expected that the TSC would have some telepaths as well, and perhaps they could use those to monitor them in order to make sure that no foul play took place. The truth was however, that the people preferred not to abuse the privacy of others under most circumstances. Nonetheless, it was a threat that had to be dealt with appropriately, something that had to be brought to light. The ambassador waited patiently, curious to what path the TSC would take.
Isis Prime, Alexandria
it was difficult to miss the sharp contrast of their current surroundings with what they had seen from within the shuttle. It was obvious that this part was older than those around them, and for a moment all four members of the diplomatic delegation considered what had transpired within these walls and streets. The TSC delegation was easily noticed, the four armored body guards noted and appreciated.
<<Well, they are certainly being thorough aren’t they? Those weapons look more than capable.>> the thought of the captain was carried wordlessly to the ambassador and her guards, an answer resonating within his mind a moment later. <<Can you blame them? Their nation is at war. Furthermore, they were not certain what to expect.>> the ambassador’s words were firm and diplomatic, an inkling of irritation felt from one of her guards barely beneath the surface. <<yes, Ishana?>> the ambassador’s words were soft and insistent, the thought of the red haired woman in the black and red answering back a second later. <<nothing ambassador, simply considering that all we are carrying are side arms. This does seem a bit much.>> the captain snorted softly. <<Ishana, it can be argued that you are a weapon in your own right.>> There was only a second of hesitation before pleasure rippled from Ishana’s mind and spread lightly over the delegation. <<You have a point captain.>>
The delegation came to a stop a discrete distance before their counterparts from the TSC, their eyes aware of those before them and offering slight nods in a preliminary greeting. When the woman stepped forward, all eyes were upon her and when she spoke all listened. There was no interruption as she introduced herself for it was expected that she would continue with introductions for the others present. As she spoke, eyes slid towards the next member of her delegation to being introduced. The eyes of the two dressed in black and crimson were particularly interested in Commander Arnold Farlene, thoughts exchanged about his build and features. The Indashani were quite aware of geneering and used it extensively in various fields. Nonetheless, the commander certainly seemed to take a more drastic approach than most in that regard.
When the commander bowed slightly, the delegation did the same all aware that politeness had to be answered in kind. When the so called Chef-General was introduced, eyes slid towards him the eyes of the body guards lingering upon the red hair and blinking for a moment. A second later as if rebuked by some unseen force, they both relaxed and concentrated on other things. The politeness answered in kind as it occurred. When Katrina had finished all her introductions and asked for what was totally expected, the delegation hesitated visibly. Although the Captain was arguably the highest ranking officer and in command of the task force that had led them here, the ambassador was far more capable and comfortable dealing in this sort of situation. It took only a handful of seconds of debate before the captain nodded his head and obviously deferred to the woman in the dress.
The captain was well over six feet in height, his latest physical assuring him that he was three and a half inches above six feet. The two body guards dressed in black and crimson were both somewhere in the five foot ten to six foot range in height. The ambassador on the other hand was barely six inches above five feet in height. Her steps graceful as she moved to the front of the delegation, nodded towards the captain and began to speak. “My name is Helena Yvaz. I am an ambassador for the Indashani republic and I am honored that I was chosen to lead the negotiations with your people Katrina.” She paused for a moment, her speech far more practiced than that of the captain’s. Her eyes glanced towards the captain in his dress uniform. “This is captain Ezra La`mari commanding officer of the INS Shining Path.” The captain nodded as he was introduced, the ambassador’s attention sliding towards the final two members of her team. “These are Ishana Lazia and Ara Somar. They are my escorts, both members of the children of Indas.” As their names were spoken, each nodded in turn their eyes keenly aware of their surroundings seemingly at all times.
The ambassador hesitated for a moment, her thoughts exchanged with the others until they came to an agreement. In the end, it was decided that honesty was the best approach at this stage. There was certainly an advantage to be gained by keeping the nature of their people a secret for as long as possible, but deception at this stage could poison future negotiations. Furthermore, if the TSC and the Indashani Republic developed close ties deception at this stage would undoubtedly be discovered. The captain had agreed readily, although both of the children had hesitated before finally relenting to the obvious truth behind her arguments. “Governer, there is something that you must be made aware before any negotiations begin to take place. I do not wish to try and start this contact with an inherent deception and thus I will reveal to you that I as well as those in my delegations are…telepathically gifted. The official language of the republic is through telepathic contact, which is part of the reason the majority of my delegation has remained silent. We are aware that this may make some people uncomfortable, and thus are willing to work out some arrangement to your satisfaction.”
It was the prudent path to take, especially considering that they had little idea as to what the TSC reaction would be. It was expected that the TSC would have some telepaths as well, and perhaps they could use those to monitor them in order to make sure that no foul play took place. The truth was however, that the people preferred not to abuse the privacy of others under most circumstances. Nonetheless, it was a threat that had to be dealt with appropriately, something that had to be brought to light. The ambassador waited patiently, curious to what path the TSC would take.
Desjardins System
Three Suns Commonwealth
The Cornerian fleet was pinned down and under constant fire. Terran and Commonwealth fighters wheeled in constant strikes agaisnt the Cornerian cruiser and escort forces, as wild weasel fighters swooped in to deliver harassing fire on the capital ships. Kzin forces continued there close range strike tactics against any cornernian ship unfortunate enough to be within weapons range.
Into this chaos of closer ange combat the advancing Commonwealth and Terran walls poured missile fire into. Both walls advanced at a regulated pace closing in like twin sledgehammers to grind the cornerian ships into powder.
Republic and the two Battlecruisers, TNS Mercury and Doberman, formed the center of the UTRN fromation, the Heavy Cruisers were pulled in tight and slightly behind the capital ships with the Light Cruisers in a simlar formation around the Heavy Cruisers and the Destroyers and Frigates spread out into a screen position covering the flanks and rear of the main formation.
Onboard Republic Rear Admiral Willtan studied his tacitcal display wioth clear pleasure. For a hastily thrown together battle plan this was working out perfectly. Overall coordination was minimal but each allied fleet seemed to be commanded by competent officers who were all reacting in a reasonable manner. Each was using his ships as they were best used and it was working out to near perfection.
The combined fighter strikes plus the Kzin melee type combat was destroying Cornerian attempts to maintain fromation and causing confusion throughout there chain of command. They were going to be in no condition to face the two disclipined walls moving towards them.
Republic was the first ship to reach energy range. Her twelve massive particle beam cannons fired on a Cornerian heavy cruiser that made the mistake of getting too close. The first volley knocked the cruisers down and the second valley finished the job in a massive explosion as one of the energy beams reached a magazine.
In a few seconds the rest of the Cornerian fleet would be in range of those beams, as well as those of the other ships in formation.
Internal Naval Communication
Task Force 23 headed outsystem within an hour of the communication and set course to the galactic south.
Internal Naval Communication
both task forces set course in less then two hours for a deep space rendevous to the galactic northeast for a rendevous before the final distanation.
Three Suns Commonwealth
The Cornerian fleet was pinned down and under constant fire. Terran and Commonwealth fighters wheeled in constant strikes agaisnt the Cornerian cruiser and escort forces, as wild weasel fighters swooped in to deliver harassing fire on the capital ships. Kzin forces continued there close range strike tactics against any cornernian ship unfortunate enough to be within weapons range.
Into this chaos of closer ange combat the advancing Commonwealth and Terran walls poured missile fire into. Both walls advanced at a regulated pace closing in like twin sledgehammers to grind the cornerian ships into powder.
Republic and the two Battlecruisers, TNS Mercury and Doberman, formed the center of the UTRN fromation, the Heavy Cruisers were pulled in tight and slightly behind the capital ships with the Light Cruisers in a simlar formation around the Heavy Cruisers and the Destroyers and Frigates spread out into a screen position covering the flanks and rear of the main formation.
Onboard Republic Rear Admiral Willtan studied his tacitcal display wioth clear pleasure. For a hastily thrown together battle plan this was working out perfectly. Overall coordination was minimal but each allied fleet seemed to be commanded by competent officers who were all reacting in a reasonable manner. Each was using his ships as they were best used and it was working out to near perfection.
The combined fighter strikes plus the Kzin melee type combat was destroying Cornerian attempts to maintain fromation and causing confusion throughout there chain of command. They were going to be in no condition to face the two disclipined walls moving towards them.
Republic was the first ship to reach energy range. Her twelve massive particle beam cannons fired on a Cornerian heavy cruiser that made the mistake of getting too close. The first volley knocked the cruisers down and the second valley finished the job in a massive explosion as one of the energy beams reached a magazine.
In a few seconds the rest of the Cornerian fleet would be in range of those beams, as well as those of the other ships in formation.
Internal Naval Communication
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From: Naval Command
To: CO Task Force 23
Task Force 23 is hereby transfered from Operation Trident to operation Cavalry. Detailed plans included.
Internal Naval Communication
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From: Naval Command
To: CO Task Force 2
To: CO Task Force 11
Task Forces 11 and 2 are relived from dutres concering Operation Trident and are now assigned to Operation Riposte. Plans inclosed.
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::::::KSN armada, coventry::::::::
"sir, multipule contacts reverting to realspace just outside the interdictor field"
"they are firing long range weapons"
"all units brace for impact, are those fusion cannons charged yet?"
"Yes sir, all fleetships report that ultra heavy fusion cannons have completed the charging cycle and are ready to fire"
"Commence targeting procedures, concentrate fire on those battleships."
"sir, multipule contacts reverting to realspace just outside the interdictor field"
"they are firing long range weapons"
"all units brace for impact, are those fusion cannons charged yet?"
"Yes sir, all fleetships report that ultra heavy fusion cannons have completed the charging cycle and are ready to fire"
"Commence targeting procedures, concentrate fire on those battleships."
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Chef-Admiral St. Juste's eyes were focused down to pinpoints, her combat-drug glands sharpening her mind and reflexes to a razor point. The plugs beneath her ear flooded her mind with reports from across the Fleet-
Destroyer Manipule Beta/3 reporting three kills.
CNV Hathor reporting missile impacts, aft shields down 15%
CNV Cerridwen reporting strike-craft squadrons Gunslinger and Assassin returning for re-arming at 60% strength. Enemy cruiser destroyed.
Heavy Cruiser Manipule Alpha/1 reporting under heavy fire.
CNV Mauritania reporting reactor failure.
CNV Saladin to all vessels! Shields down, requesting immediate assis....
Fleet Gun Control reporting- Target Dreadnought 5 destroyed. Moving Fleet fire to Dreadnought 6.
St. Juste's mouth quirked into a tight smile. The N^2 law was working to her advantage, and the Cornerian fleet was giving way, slowly but surely. The Cornerians were outnumbered, beleagured, and had an insufficient escort screen, and now they were facing the wrath of the Commonwealth fleet at heavy gun range. The only threat to the survival of her fleet were the massive Cornerian ground defense batteries. If they intended on making an attack on Corneria herself, the Fleet would need some method of breaking the shields and silencing the guns.
St. Juste's attention divided itself momentarily, her eyes focusing on one of the leutenants in the chamber.
"Open up a channel to the Corsair forces. Tell them that if they had something planned, now would be the best time for them to do it."
Chef-Admiral St. Juste's eyes were focused down to pinpoints, her combat-drug glands sharpening her mind and reflexes to a razor point. The plugs beneath her ear flooded her mind with reports from across the Fleet-
Destroyer Manipule Beta/3 reporting three kills.
CNV Hathor reporting missile impacts, aft shields down 15%
CNV Cerridwen reporting strike-craft squadrons Gunslinger and Assassin returning for re-arming at 60% strength. Enemy cruiser destroyed.
Heavy Cruiser Manipule Alpha/1 reporting under heavy fire.
CNV Mauritania reporting reactor failure.
CNV Saladin to all vessels! Shields down, requesting immediate assis....
Fleet Gun Control reporting- Target Dreadnought 5 destroyed. Moving Fleet fire to Dreadnought 6.
St. Juste's mouth quirked into a tight smile. The N^2 law was working to her advantage, and the Cornerian fleet was giving way, slowly but surely. The Cornerians were outnumbered, beleagured, and had an insufficient escort screen, and now they were facing the wrath of the Commonwealth fleet at heavy gun range. The only threat to the survival of her fleet were the massive Cornerian ground defense batteries. If they intended on making an attack on Corneria herself, the Fleet would need some method of breaking the shields and silencing the guns.
St. Juste's attention divided itself momentarily, her eyes focusing on one of the leutenants in the chamber.
"Open up a channel to the Corsair forces. Tell them that if they had something planned, now would be the best time for them to do it."
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"We read you, Commonwealth forces. We're somewhat under the gun ourselves, but we are in position. Any fire you could put on the Dreadnought squadron attacking us would be most helpful." The Captain of the Big Stick replied over the comms, as the two Corsair Battleships moved into position, a mere ten thousand kilometers from the planetary shield.
The Dreadnought group the Cornerians had sent to try and pincher the Corsair force was hurling an immense wall of missiles against an equally impressive CIWS wall created by a dozen Unrelenting's working at full force. Those missiles that snuck through the point defense were Displaced back to their owners, as the Corsair's turned their attention on the planet..
Nearly a thousand ion cannons fired in unison at the planetary shield. As the weapons fire fell, tiny fluctuations formed in the defensive barrier. Never for long, never permenantly, but...
A Displacer activated. A massive scoop was taken out of the planet below, removing a shield generator. A hole in the planetary shield appeared. And the Displacers went wild, scooping generators out of the Cornerian Homeworld and flinging them at the Cornerian fleet like projectiles.
The Dreadnought group the Cornerians had sent to try and pincher the Corsair force was hurling an immense wall of missiles against an equally impressive CIWS wall created by a dozen Unrelenting's working at full force. Those missiles that snuck through the point defense were Displaced back to their owners, as the Corsair's turned their attention on the planet..
Nearly a thousand ion cannons fired in unison at the planetary shield. As the weapons fire fell, tiny fluctuations formed in the defensive barrier. Never for long, never permenantly, but...
A Displacer activated. A massive scoop was taken out of the planet below, removing a shield generator. A hole in the planetary shield appeared. And the Displacers went wild, scooping generators out of the Cornerian Homeworld and flinging them at the Cornerian fleet like projectiles.
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Coventry
The Krytos Star Navy had great numbers and heavy weapons, but they had been spread out in a position to cover their troops and assist in evacuation if need be. But they fought well, firing off their heaviest weapons at long range, hoping to score kills against distant ships -- ships whose jamming was giving Krytosian sensor operators a very difficult time.
They also forgot that they were facing the best-trained navy in the galaxy. Enormous sums of money had been invested in the Star Kingdom's military for training, with only a relative small amount for new procurement. So while the rest of the galaxy's fleets swelled, the Star Kingdom only added four fast squadrons and four MEFs for "firefighting." Commentators outside the Entente (and not a few within) blasted the decision of the SKS's CNO. More ships, they cried.
Now this doctrine was paying off. The formation the two fast fleet squadrons were in was exquisite, incredibly difficult to achieve yet they danced amongst weapons fire with almost contemptuous ease. And they were ignoring the heavy ships which were still struggling to enter their own formation. No, they were deliberately targetting the interdictors who could not possibly take the fire of full capital ships...
Nemesis
Fleet Division Nemesis was now on the move. Many of their lesser ships had been moved to support the bold Terran and Kziniti counter-offensive deep inside the Commonwealth; now the heavy combatants of FDM would be joining up with the top-heavy Fleet Division Enigma. They would rendezvous in deep space and receive the hastily-formed 2nd and 3rd MEFs (along with six complete Army Groups now boarding their transports). The two remaining Fast Fleet Squadrons were attached as what was possibly the most powerful scouting force built up.
Two battleships, two battlecruisers and a veritable host of lesser ships prepared to move out...
The Krytos Star Navy had great numbers and heavy weapons, but they had been spread out in a position to cover their troops and assist in evacuation if need be. But they fought well, firing off their heaviest weapons at long range, hoping to score kills against distant ships -- ships whose jamming was giving Krytosian sensor operators a very difficult time.
They also forgot that they were facing the best-trained navy in the galaxy. Enormous sums of money had been invested in the Star Kingdom's military for training, with only a relative small amount for new procurement. So while the rest of the galaxy's fleets swelled, the Star Kingdom only added four fast squadrons and four MEFs for "firefighting." Commentators outside the Entente (and not a few within) blasted the decision of the SKS's CNO. More ships, they cried.
Now this doctrine was paying off. The formation the two fast fleet squadrons were in was exquisite, incredibly difficult to achieve yet they danced amongst weapons fire with almost contemptuous ease. And they were ignoring the heavy ships which were still struggling to enter their own formation. No, they were deliberately targetting the interdictors who could not possibly take the fire of full capital ships...
Nemesis
Fleet Division Nemesis was now on the move. Many of their lesser ships had been moved to support the bold Terran and Kziniti counter-offensive deep inside the Commonwealth; now the heavy combatants of FDM would be joining up with the top-heavy Fleet Division Enigma. They would rendezvous in deep space and receive the hastily-formed 2nd and 3rd MEFs (along with six complete Army Groups now boarding their transports). The two remaining Fast Fleet Squadrons were attached as what was possibly the most powerful scouting force built up.
Two battleships, two battlecruisers and a veritable host of lesser ships prepared to move out...
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The Commonwealth fleet's guns turned at once to support the Corsair vessels, turbolasers and particle-beams joined by hypermissle SRMs from the bays of the Fleet's missile boats.
Meanwhile, closer to the planet, the Fleet's strike craft squadrons were swooping through the holes in the shields. ARMs leashed out, blasting ground-based sensor stations to dust with surgical precision. Soon, the planetary guns would be firing blind.
The Commonwealth fleet's guns turned at once to support the Corsair vessels, turbolasers and particle-beams joined by hypermissle SRMs from the bays of the Fleet's missile boats.
Meanwhile, closer to the planet, the Fleet's strike craft squadrons were swooping through the holes in the shields. ARMs leashed out, blasting ground-based sensor stations to dust with surgical precision. Soon, the planetary guns would be firing blind.
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The SKS fleet was paying a heavier toll than they expected to Re-take coventry, almost any ship hit with a fusion cannon was completely destroyed or taken out of the fight (i've said they can skewer a cruiser sized vessel even since my OOB, anyone has a problem, you should have spoken before now). As the SKS fleet moved twards the armada's interdictors, the KSN fleet moved away, hoping to play a game of hit and run with the heavy fusion cannons.
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Losses amongst the Royal Navy were slightly higher than expectations; the intelligence data on the KSN had been inaccurate and the poor spacers were paying the price. However, their superior training was paying off, and as they charged the KSN line -- forcing them them reposition and waste even more time -- fewer ships died from the sheer difficulty of burning through jamming to get a lock on the rapidly accelerating ships. Most navies prized speed, armor or firepower -- or perhaps two. The Star Kingdom was uncompromising on all three, but their ships were very expensive as a result.Darksider wrote:The SKS fleet was paying a heavier toll than they expected to Re-take coventry, almost any ship hit with a fusion cannon was completely destroyed or taken out of the fight (i've said they can skewer a cruiser sized vessel even since my OOB, anyone has a problem, you should have spoken before now). As the SKS fleet moved twards the armada's interdictors, the KSN fleet moved away, hoping to play a game of hit and run with the heavy fusion cannons.
As the last enemy interdictor was destroyed, disabled or driven from the battlefield, the trap was sprung. In an attempt to concentrate their firepower and cover their flanks from the rapidly maneuvering Royal Navy fast fleets, the ships hiding in Babylonian Hyperspace received a special signal and slightly repositioned themselves.
Fifteen destroyer opened up jump points right in the middle of the KSN fleet, suddenly wreaking havoc amongst their lines. VLS cells were flushed as fast as possible, etheric warheads reaching out and wrenching space-time distortions throughout the fleet. Those fifteen destroyers could not last long -- indeed, they were swiftly being reduced by concentrated close-range fire, but every shot taken at them was a shot not being fired at the fast fleet squadron.
The Krytosian ships were, to put it gently, disarrayed and confused. They had not planned for this, and things only became worse when another 45 destroyers, several carriers and a complete Marine Expeditionary Force opened jump points. The destroyers were more or less randomly staggered inside the fleet, aligned in groups of five. The carriers exited with the planetary assault ships towards the planet and immediately began launching assault craft.
Two regimental combat teams of Spaceborne Assault Infantry launched, followed up by other forces. The landing ships, covered by assault fighters, began to approach the planet...
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"jump points opening in the middle of the fleet"
"perform a tactical FTL jump, get us the hell out of here"
The battered KSN armada made a microjump to the edge of the system
(OOC: ok Phong, you got me this time, but i'll pay you back in spades the second you try to invade one of my worlds)
"perform a tactical FTL jump, get us the hell out of here"
The battered KSN armada made a microjump to the edge of the system
(OOC: ok Phong, you got me this time, but i'll pay you back in spades the second you try to invade one of my worlds)
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(OOC: You could have won that round, you know, I didn't have that many forces in theatre. Ah, well, I called a bluff and you blinked )
Most of the Krytosian ground troops had managed to get off planet in the hasty evacuation preparations. But some were still here, and they had to be taken care of. Spaceborne assault infantry landed close to the enemy lines, formed up and began their assault while a more conventional air assault took place.
Resistance was stiff at first. The Marines, while well-trained, did not have the combat experience the Krytosian troops did and paid for it in blood as they tried to gain territory. But in the face of overwhelming firepower, if not numbers, the Krytosian troops began to surrender. They knew the fleet had left them behind; to continue would be sheer folly.
Most of the Krytosian ground troops had managed to get off planet in the hasty evacuation preparations. But some were still here, and they had to be taken care of. Spaceborne assault infantry landed close to the enemy lines, formed up and began their assault while a more conventional air assault took place.
Resistance was stiff at first. The Marines, while well-trained, did not have the combat experience the Krytosian troops did and paid for it in blood as they tried to gain territory. But in the face of overwhelming firepower, if not numbers, the Krytosian troops began to surrender. They knew the fleet had left them behind; to continue would be sheer folly.
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::::::Several minutes later::::::
"are the fusion cannons re-charged?"
"yes admiral"
"it's payback time, make the jump"
In a split second (I only made a microjump to the system's edge) the KSN armada reverted to realspace as close as they could get to the SKS fleet and opend up with the ship-killer fusion cannons
(OOC: Up for a little game of hit and run?)
"are the fusion cannons re-charged?"
"yes admiral"
"it's payback time, make the jump"
In a split second (I only made a microjump to the system's edge) the KSN armada reverted to realspace as close as they could get to the SKS fleet and opend up with the ship-killer fusion cannons
(OOC: Up for a little game of hit and run?)
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-: Coventry :-
The thick jungle was a dreamworld of dull greys and bright yellows and reds to the infrared visors of the troops of the 45th Coventry City Militia Brotherhoods. The oncoming force of Krytosian power-armor was ghostlike in the night-vision, their stealth-systems turning them into spectres of death for the citizen-soldiers.
A burst of fire lashed out from the woods, turning a foxhole into a hell of flesh and shrapnel. Counterfire immediatly lashed out, as a computer-controlled heavy flashgun tracked the round to it's source. A cyclopean figure stumbled from cover, armor peirced, spurting blood.
the cheers were all too brief- messages rang down the command nets- "Infiltrators in the lines, infiltrators in the lines! The line is broken!"
Imperial marines dashed among the militia troops, hurling explosives into trenches, butchering the ill-prepared militia troops with precision fire.
The men and women of the 45th were already retreating, grimly determined. The families they were fighting to protect had perished in the indescriminate bombardment which had presaged the Krytosian invaders- these soldiers had nothing to lose, and would go down fighting.
That's when it came- The sky lit up with a thousand points of pale, blue light, fireflies arcing down, the world becoming permeated with the dull roar of jumpjets.
-: Reinforcements have arrived, brethren! take heart! :-
Black power-armor suits, their hulls rippling with chameleon colors as they moved, landed among the Krytosian advance. The ECM and jamming suites integral in Cavalry powerarmor sent the Imperial soldiers into dissarray- untis lost cohesion, power-armor sensors were filled with static and chaos. And then, the fire began- cut-down frag cannons sprayed stroms of armor-peircing needles. Flashguns lashed out with thick pillars of pale, white lightning. A soldier's howl was cut off by the swidt blow of a vibrosword in the dark.
As suddenly as it had began, it was over. The Cavalry troops were airborne again, in a cloud of decoys, advancing further. The sleek shapes of Commonwealth Shrike gunships buzzed over the liberated Militia position.
Seconds later, the Legionnaires began a sweep of the region, picking apart any survivors of the initial strike. The professional soldiers of the Commonwealth were efficient and organized, clearing up those pockets of hard resistance that the cavalry's hit-and-fade had left untouched. The soldiers had been held in reserve until now, but the time had come to clense Coventry of the intruders.
It rang out down the Command-Nets:
-: Reinforcements have arrived. The Imperial fleet has left the system. All units, commence assault! :-
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The thick jungle was a dreamworld of dull greys and bright yellows and reds to the infrared visors of the troops of the 45th Coventry City Militia Brotherhoods. The oncoming force of Krytosian power-armor was ghostlike in the night-vision, their stealth-systems turning them into spectres of death for the citizen-soldiers.
A burst of fire lashed out from the woods, turning a foxhole into a hell of flesh and shrapnel. Counterfire immediatly lashed out, as a computer-controlled heavy flashgun tracked the round to it's source. A cyclopean figure stumbled from cover, armor peirced, spurting blood.
the cheers were all too brief- messages rang down the command nets- "Infiltrators in the lines, infiltrators in the lines! The line is broken!"
Imperial marines dashed among the militia troops, hurling explosives into trenches, butchering the ill-prepared militia troops with precision fire.
The men and women of the 45th were already retreating, grimly determined. The families they were fighting to protect had perished in the indescriminate bombardment which had presaged the Krytosian invaders- these soldiers had nothing to lose, and would go down fighting.
That's when it came- The sky lit up with a thousand points of pale, blue light, fireflies arcing down, the world becoming permeated with the dull roar of jumpjets.
-: Reinforcements have arrived, brethren! take heart! :-
Black power-armor suits, their hulls rippling with chameleon colors as they moved, landed among the Krytosian advance. The ECM and jamming suites integral in Cavalry powerarmor sent the Imperial soldiers into dissarray- untis lost cohesion, power-armor sensors were filled with static and chaos. And then, the fire began- cut-down frag cannons sprayed stroms of armor-peircing needles. Flashguns lashed out with thick pillars of pale, white lightning. A soldier's howl was cut off by the swidt blow of a vibrosword in the dark.
As suddenly as it had began, it was over. The Cavalry troops were airborne again, in a cloud of decoys, advancing further. The sleek shapes of Commonwealth Shrike gunships buzzed over the liberated Militia position.
Seconds later, the Legionnaires began a sweep of the region, picking apart any survivors of the initial strike. The professional soldiers of the Commonwealth were efficient and organized, clearing up those pockets of hard resistance that the cavalry's hit-and-fade had left untouched. The soldiers had been held in reserve until now, but the time had come to clense Coventry of the intruders.
It rang out down the Command-Nets:
-: Reinforcements have arrived. The Imperial fleet has left the system. All units, commence assault! :-
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:::::Coventry ground command base::::::
"All remaining units fall back into the remains of the nearby city, the fleet is still in-system and will return shortly, and tell the 201st power armor to listin to my god damnd orders for once."
(once my allies got jumped over desjardins, i ordered all ground troops to halt their advance.)
The remaining KIMC forces bunkered down in the ruins of the now dead city and were ready to repel all attackers.
"All remaining units fall back into the remains of the nearby city, the fleet is still in-system and will return shortly, and tell the 201st power armor to listin to my god damnd orders for once."
(once my allies got jumped over desjardins, i ordered all ground troops to halt their advance.)
The remaining KIMC forces bunkered down in the ruins of the now dead city and were ready to repel all attackers.
And this is why you don't watch anything produced by Ronald D. Moore after he had his brain surgically removed and replaced with a bag of elephant semen.-Gramzamber, on why Caprica sucks
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FROM: General Santander Erechson (Coventry Defense Command)
TO: Orbiting SKS Warships
SUBJ: Req. orbital bombardment
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Our forces make extensive usage of orbital bombardment in combat. Our Ranger teams are equipped to send real-time information on enemy troop movements to vessels in orbit, along with pinpoint targetting information.
Codes for our Ranger team tightbeam communication devices follow:
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Req. precision orbital fire support at following targets:
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-: ENDTRANSMISSION :-
TO: Orbiting SKS Warships
SUBJ: Req. orbital bombardment
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Our forces make extensive usage of orbital bombardment in combat. Our Ranger teams are equipped to send real-time information on enemy troop movements to vessels in orbit, along with pinpoint targetting information.
Codes for our Ranger team tightbeam communication devices follow:
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Req. precision orbital fire support at following targets:
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-: ENDTRANSMISSION :-
Coventry, Surface
Those who fought the Star Kingdom on the ground knew of their love for firepower. One historian called said "they love artillery more than the Russians of Old Terra." They had received the coordinates for the bombardment of the enemy troops in the ruins of the city; now they were firing. Huge 475mm rounds were fired at their positions. They carried a relatively tiny warhead - a mere fifty kilotons in yield -- but they were packed with all sorts of penetration aids. That meant that rounds had to be big if they wanted to get through. Once again, the defense had imposed nasty virtual attrition.
Eighty warheads were in the initial salvo; fired from twenty quad artillery pieces. Defensive laser emplacements managed to take down nearly 75% of the strike; the remaining twenty detonated on target. Mushroom clouds filled the skies, but the troops were dug in deep and mere nuclear bombardment would not kill them all. More Royal Marines prepared to assault the enemy city...
Coventy, System
The RN forces had not been caught too suprised -- they had expected a local counterattack, but not this quickly. At close range, heavy fusion guns had vaporized some lighter ships, but the bigger ones survived, generally able to maneuver out in time so that the guns only caught the edges of their shields.
It was a short-ranged brawl, and one the Kingdom excelled in. The Star Kingdom was equipped for missile warfare and carried huge, long-ranged FTL missiles onboard just for that purpose, but they prefered the knife-fight of energy weapons. But their biggest guns were fixed forward -- at least for battlecruisers -- so they weren't so useful here. Instead, large etheric cannon fired as fast as they could. They were especially devestating to unshielded ships. Space-time itself distorted, killing many in the ship as inertial dampers struggled to combat the unexpected load. Frame members were wrecked and large, gaping holes appeared as entire parts of ships simply were torn off.
But the RN fast squadrons were being slowly ground down, but taking disproportionate casualties. And they had more cards to play: the battlecruiser Typhon activated her spherical fold drive, moving herself -- and many enemy ships nearby -- some light minutes away from the battle. Disoriented, Typhon disabled them in short order, and with the range open, began firing her axial reflex cannon once again. Other ships did other arcane FTL maneuvers made possibly only by the fact that the Star Kingdom mounted four types on their ships. Some opened jump-points if they could spare the energy, forcing enemy ships to maneuver, while others used warp drives to conduct fast hit-and-fade strikes.
They weren't the only ones doing that - the more aggressive Krytosian ships used their drives as well, and the battle waged on...
Those who fought the Star Kingdom on the ground knew of their love for firepower. One historian called said "they love artillery more than the Russians of Old Terra." They had received the coordinates for the bombardment of the enemy troops in the ruins of the city; now they were firing. Huge 475mm rounds were fired at their positions. They carried a relatively tiny warhead - a mere fifty kilotons in yield -- but they were packed with all sorts of penetration aids. That meant that rounds had to be big if they wanted to get through. Once again, the defense had imposed nasty virtual attrition.
Eighty warheads were in the initial salvo; fired from twenty quad artillery pieces. Defensive laser emplacements managed to take down nearly 75% of the strike; the remaining twenty detonated on target. Mushroom clouds filled the skies, but the troops were dug in deep and mere nuclear bombardment would not kill them all. More Royal Marines prepared to assault the enemy city...
Coventy, System
The RN forces had not been caught too suprised -- they had expected a local counterattack, but not this quickly. At close range, heavy fusion guns had vaporized some lighter ships, but the bigger ones survived, generally able to maneuver out in time so that the guns only caught the edges of their shields.
It was a short-ranged brawl, and one the Kingdom excelled in. The Star Kingdom was equipped for missile warfare and carried huge, long-ranged FTL missiles onboard just for that purpose, but they prefered the knife-fight of energy weapons. But their biggest guns were fixed forward -- at least for battlecruisers -- so they weren't so useful here. Instead, large etheric cannon fired as fast as they could. They were especially devestating to unshielded ships. Space-time itself distorted, killing many in the ship as inertial dampers struggled to combat the unexpected load. Frame members were wrecked and large, gaping holes appeared as entire parts of ships simply were torn off.
But the RN fast squadrons were being slowly ground down, but taking disproportionate casualties. And they had more cards to play: the battlecruiser Typhon activated her spherical fold drive, moving herself -- and many enemy ships nearby -- some light minutes away from the battle. Disoriented, Typhon disabled them in short order, and with the range open, began firing her axial reflex cannon once again. Other ships did other arcane FTL maneuvers made possibly only by the fact that the Star Kingdom mounted four types on their ships. Some opened jump-points if they could spare the energy, forcing enemy ships to maneuver, while others used warp drives to conduct fast hit-and-fade strikes.
They weren't the only ones doing that - the more aggressive Krytosian ships used their drives as well, and the battle waged on...