The 4th Sino-Clorinthian War (IC)

[Toolofdarkness]

Aboard the Du Fio'tak:

Azrael: ok i will keep the exteuminates on the back burner and I suppose you want our exact fleet counts so here they are *places a data crystal in to what looks like a slot for said object. Also I will see if Commander Samuel is done with his front and send more of the raven wing to help. Oh and here is our teleport homer signal for this front you may use them to transport your units to points of advantage or in dire need of backup in the battle field.

Gabriel Seth: if we need I can call upon the 4th company and Death Company for a little back up planet side.

Sir Charles: I will see what I can due troop wise as of the moment all troops are deployed but I will ask them to come once there fronts have been finished and see what I can do about procuring some Titians.

Azreal: when we put troops on the ground I suggest that we go for the capital city which will cut off the head of the enemy which will allow our allies to gain rapid victory and restore peace.

[Kyrenaia]

Ilia nodded. "As for the Blockade Runners, their official designation is BR-111-class. Sarah, can you...?"
"Of course, Prince." With a tap of her finger, she chose the files including the technical datas of all Kyrenaian shipclasses. "The BR-111 was introduced 75 years ago and more or less retired 25 years ago. Most of them are now part of the Reserve Fleet, some in the hands of the aristocracy and private companies, who like the BR-111 as a fast, heavily armoured and much loading ship with the capability of defending itself. It lacks, however, a fighter hangar and direct firepower.
They are 155 metres long, can carry 2,800 tons of cargo and consumeables for 9 months. Their crew amounts 100 men and women, who have an armament of two Dual turbolaser turrets and six Anti-starfighter medium turbolaser cannons at their hands, at least in the standart configuration. They can also carrry up to 300 passengers, although we are currently working on an enlargement of these capacities... by throwing out everything not needed."
"For example, who needs life support systems?", Ilia said with a smile.
"Completely overrated, My Prince!", the aide and bodyguard agreed, knowing, or at least hoping, that he was joking.
"So, Admiral..." The smile vanished. "Would your idea, whatever it is, work with this?"

[Slorch]

December 4th, 2013
RSC-Station Sarah
Aboard the Il'Porrui (Emissary) Class Cruiser Du Fio'tak

Ko’Kyse smiles: “Yes, I do believe is will work.” This (points to a picture) is a Manta missile destroyer. It is 32m long by 52m wide by 8m high, and armed with 2 heavy rail guns, 6 long range ion cannons, 16 burst cannons and 10 seeker missiles. They have a caring capacity of 48 warriors and 6 drones on the upper level and 4 tanks and 8 crisis suits on the lower. Our battleships hold around 100 each and our cruisers hold around 50 each. So we latch them to the blockade runners and when the enemy fleet comes expecting easy targets…”

[Kyrenaia]

The Prince began to smile, then to grin.
"I like where this is going." The looked over to his aide. "How many BR-111s do we have?"
"376, My Prince."
"How many of these Mantas can we bring in with so many Blockade Runners? Two? Maybe Three?", the Prince asked nobody in particular. "Per ship, I mean!"

The second sentence of the Prince came... Read again, think again, post after that!

[Imperial Nalydya]

Bridge of the VRZ Jlokhemit's Trident:

"We are coming into a stable orbit, Admiral," the captain relays. The fleet had made itself comfortable .5 light-seconds away from the planet. "We are ready to engage combat measures."
"Good. Proceed, Captain," replies Heinz.
"Tasinehdao!" - then to his officers - "Lock down the fabric. Prepare to engage hostile orbital elements."
"Tasi," the replies reverberate through the bridge.

From multiple ships, a number of overlapping FTLi fields come online. One after another they engage, locking the fabric down in its current state. The outer edges of the interdiction fluctuate mildly, however the furthest reaches range from 4.6AU out to 5.3AU. With the fields established, the fleet goes through its Array linking process. Although no overall shield is brought up, the vessels of the formation still benefit from the linked Arrays. Thus set, they begin to turn their attention elsewhere...

"Sir, it seems the minor mass signatures are engaging us." Sensors Officer.
"Can we engage them?" the captain.
"No. We don't have solid targeting capabilities."
"We will make do without the solid fix then. Admiral?"
"Contacting the Chorkenzhel as we speak, Captain."
"nam-Knachen," replies the captain.

Outside of the fleet, the stealth drone come under fire from a number of timer-detonated gravitational wave missiles. Though they are not terribly accurate in themselves, it is hoped they will be able to detonate fairly close to their targets, and perhaps damage them.

[Slorch]

December 4th, 2013
RSC-Station Sarah
Aboard the Il'Porrui (Emissary) Class Cruiser Du Fio'tak
Ko’Kyse : “I would say 3-4 per ship. Azreal what do you think about this plan?”

December 4th, 2013
In Orbit above the Pony lands
Stealth fighter Drone swarm
Gravitational wave missiles detected. Launching seeker missiles at vulnerable targets. Missiles launched. Moving to “safe” location.

[Toolofdarkness]

Azrael: it would work well in theory but in reality it just wont work your fleets warp signature is different then his if you could mask the signature then it might work maybe. and where do plan to land this invasion fleet.

sir charles: i think i know some one who can solve that.

Azrael: and who would be this some one brother?

sir charles: Benedict he is a chapter master of an unofficial chapter that specializes in new tech and if i remember he has a warp signature cloaking device and a 6,000 Km battle ship with 600 mac cannons, 6 orbital cannons, 10 torpedo tubes and 20 experimental void guns. but he has this weird obsession with orks.

Azrael: are you able to get ahold of him?

sir charles: are you sure you want that nut case here especially with cyclonic missiles in the next ship over type thing there's no knowing what he will do with the tau tech.

Azrael: we don't have much of a choice here now do we

sir Charles: i suppose your right i will give him a "ring"

Azrael: well guys i think your plan would be a go if we can get this guy to help if not its back to the drawing board.

[Kyrenaia]

RSC-Station Sarah
Du Fio'tak
"This Benedict sounds a lot like my nephew, Prince Idris!" Ilia smiled broadly, remembering brighter days. "However, if this man is such a great danger, he could be exactly the man we need here and now."
"My Prince, are you sure of that?", Sarah asked with some worry - she knew of the destructive power held by the IOM and it's fleets, in the hands of a madman, especially a mad scientist, it could prove to be a much to high risk.
On the other hand, knowing that the Spectability of the University of Utica wasn't that better, wasn't that assuring.
Ilia smiled up to her. "Completely." Turning back to Azrael and the others, he said: "If it means anything to you, you have my approval. Bring this man here, and who knows, maybe we can get Idris here, so that they both can make friends!"
A mad scientist convention..., Srah though with an inner sigh, Why again did I take this position?

RSC-Station Sarah
KAS Biau
Like her prefix said, the Biau was an auxillary ship, an auxiallary carrier, to be precise. She was built as an 139 metres long Type 4468CA Freighter, armed with two point defense lasers of medium strength for defense against pirates and other dangers.
They were more less small, light, capable of self-defense, easy to maintain and could haul around up to 10,000 tons of freight. In short, they were one of these ideal shipclasses, which every captain dreamed of - they even needed a small crew, eight people all in all. Up to thirty pessengers were also possible.
A more armed retrofit was offered as a new type of frigate, shortly before the introduction of the PF-887-class. It should be mentioned, that the 4468CA-Freighter and the PF-887 looked slightly different.
One of these eight crewmembers, a not very young woman with some grey streaks in her hair (much to her dismay), looked into the main cargo bay with the large doors opening upwards from a post she chose years ago to watch the freight coming in and out, a small balcony, maybe ten metres above the ground.
And what did she look at?
The most liklely oddest bunch of people ever witnessed by Kyrenaian eyes. Four men and five women stood, sat, leaned or simply was among an equal number of Scorpion Fighters. A little bit to the side stood a lone shuttle, where some mechanics discussed something, most likely the five females.
The youngest of them looked like she just left school and in fact, the shoulder pads on her orange, new and formfitting flight overall indicated, that she belonged to the flight group of the Haram Girls Academy, a prestigious school on Wadd. She was a child, a mere child, who most likely didn't know about the targeting systems in every of the Scorpions, even in the ones sold disarmed for the civilian market (it enabled them to simply slap guns on the fighters and to acquire them for the Flight Command, as were the pilots). Her name was Auxillary-Pilot Sarah Sabbah, coming from a good family of merchants and businessmen.
The oldest on the other hand was an old man, who most likely was already ancient, when Sultan Süleyman was a distant glimmer in his mother's eyes. But he was still a danger, six mechanics could account for that, as they made indecent moves on the young girl in the morning. They were now in the detention cells on the Allat, where they waited for their judge to bring justice upon them. One could stay, that he was standing guard by her, just to scare off, if needed, an enemy warship just by his pure presence. He was Lieutenant of the Flight Command Reserve Mahmut Al-Sayf, in his time a more or less famous fighter pilots (especially for his looks, of which was not much left).
Commanding officer of the nine pilots (three professionals, five reservists and the girl), was a young boy, who easily could be the freighter's crewmember's grandson. His fighter showed marks of fighting, but also of good repair, according to him the Tauians and their repair drones. He was the fifth pilot of the Red Squadron of the Sultan Süleyman, or at least has been.
Now, Lieutenant Mahmut Nara was Lieutenant Commander and in charge of the 11456th Auxillary Fighter Squadron. At another time, the crewmember would have seen him as a pretty good looking boy, smashing in his flight overall, maybe even more smashing in blue dress.
He stood in the middle of his pilots and looked them in the face. "The enemy has gunboats, countless fighters, swarms of rockets and things, which disencourage every way of thinking about it." It wasn't a good start for a motivational speech, but it was a start. "What do we have? Please, look around you!"
The pilots did as they were told and saw a shuttle, some fighters, their colleagues.
As they turned back to the fresh Lieutenant Commander, they all wore questioning looks. "We have you and many other pilots like you and me. You may think, that since most of you didn't hold a fighter's joystick for years or never at all, you should be worthless, but... that is not the case!"
The other pilots were a little bit surprised by the sudden outbreak of their commanding officer.
"You are good pilots and you will learn to know, when you have to pull the trigger!"
"Or you simply let the trigger pulled and risk overheating the guns...", the old man threw in, which prompted the more experienced among the pilots to at least smile for a moment.
Nara was also among them. "Something, which would be considered the cheap solution, but most likely an effective one!" The smile vanished, as he continued. "Each of you will be assigned to one, maybe two more experienced pilots, who will lead you through this. And I promise you, by the heart beating in my chest, you all will survive this!"
Then he began to announce the groups, three groups with three pilots. He himself took the old man and the girl. Their callsign would be *Green Foxes', or Foxes for short. With the number announced, the meeting was called off.
Both of his companions stayed behind with the young Lieutenant Commander - Al-Sayf put a hand on his shoulder. "My boy... you have much to learn about leading men and women into battle... among them is to never give promises to ladies, which you can't really keep."
A worried look crossed Sabbah's pretty face, but Nara put his hand on her shoulder, his smile reassuring. "I will keep the promise... but only, if you two help me. Not for me, not for you, but for the other six Green Foxes and the rest of the fleet - and by that, for Kyrenaia."
"You could continue with more pathos, right?", the young girl spoke soflty, as she put her hand on Al-Sayf's shoulder. "I will do, what I can."
"Me too." Al-Sayf began to grin, slightly, taking the other two with him. "I will feel young again!"

[Slorch]

December 4th, 2013
RSC-Station Sarah
Aboard the Il'Porrui (Emissary) Class Cruiser Du Fio'tak

“Very well Azreal” says Ko’Kyse. The doors then open to reveal 2 people walking in. One is a tau female the other is a Ultramarine. Ko’Kyse:” Shas'O Shaserra (Commander Shadowsun) it is an honor to work with you. And Marneus Calgar it is good to see you again.” Marneus Calgar: “I’m only here to repay a debt to your race no more no less.” Ko’Kyse: “I see you are referring to the second tyranide invasion yes?” Marneus Calgar: “Yes.” Ko’Kyse: “I see. I assume that my aide has brought you all up to speed on our current situation and one of our plans at the moment?” Both: “Yes he has.” Ko’Kyse:“Good then we shall continue. Prince Ilia what you may also not know is that tau railguns can fire across extremely vast distances with great accuracy. Maximum normal range is 160 AU, with the farthest recorded hit being 320 Au.”

[Kyrenaia]

"Excuse me for being so bold to ask this, but...", Ilia began and leaned forward. "Why again aren't you shelling them right now?"
His aide mentally palmed her face - he was right, 160 AU were something, something very large, but one could have said that in a more diplomatic fashion. Of course, Prince Ilia was first of all Lord Commander of the Royal Space Command and no diplomat, but he was a prince.
He had to have some manners.
Meanwhile, a message silently appeared on her pad - the new contingent of the Royal Kyrenaian Army has arrived, as well as the Lady-Commander.

[Slorch]

December 4th, 2013
RSC-Station Sarah
Aboard the Il'Porrui (Emissary) Class Cruiser Du Fio'tak

The 3 tau mutter under there breath “Gue'vesa are all the same.” Ko’Kyse: “Because Prince the enemy does not know that we can shot that far yet. So that is one more trick up our sleeve, and we do not have an infinite source of ammunition. Azrael this man that is obsessed with orks why is he obsessed with them?”

[Toolofdarkness]

Azreal: I know not.


Sir Charles: but I do he likes to use them as some kind of ammo for one of his crazy weapons. I think the whole idea is based off of the orks ability to manipulate the area around them by believing that some thing will happen it will happen or some thing like that. but he could give a better explanation about it then i.

Azrael: does the council approve of this.

Sir Charles: his chapter is not official so the council knows not of what he does let alone who he is not I believe he has some history with you though Azrael.

Azrael: I know not of what you say I have only just heard of this Benedict so how would he have a history with me. It is true I did know a Benedict when I was but a scout when he died in the war with Horus. So this could not be the same person. Also the Benedict that I knew was not insane like the one you tell me about.

Sir Charles: well any ways lets get back to the task at hand. Just in case I cant get his help what do we do then. I belive it would be wise to give a giant escort of interceptors and fighters in order to protect the the landing party from enemy fire of course this plan would sacrifice many lifes in order to achive but it might just work. What do you think guys

[Slorch]

December 4th, 2013
RSC-Station Sarah
Aboard the Il'Porrui (Emissary) Class Cruiser Du Fio'tak

Ko’Kyse: “We could also use some of our stealth tech to confuse there sensors and we could always retrofit some of the ships with tau reactors. Our ships could also provide covering fire from the edge of the system. Just one more layer to our Kauyon(patient hunter) battle plan. Prince what do you say?”

[Kyrenaia]

"It sounds not essentially good, but capable of working, yes.", the Prince answered the Admiral with a nod. "But it would bring too much losses.. What I would propose is a series of harassing raids before we really rejoin the battle. This stealth tech scaled down for fighters and bombers could be the key for that. We could also use simple devices to trick sensors, like small strips of aluuminium, which all appear to be radar contacts upon reflecting thee according rays - and then try to tell a real contact apart from a fake one!"

[Slorch]

December 4th, 2013
RSC-Station Sarah
Aboard the Il'Porrui (Emissary) Class Cruiser Du Fio'tak

Ko’Kyse: “That may work and we could also argument your fighter squads with barracuda fighters, as well as hit them with long range fire. Also how are repairs going on your damaged ships? And Azrael how about your fleet; how many fighters do you have?”

[Toolofdarkness]

we never had any space cpible fighterswith us except for the ravenwings but at the time sammuel told us not to use them un till the was done on his front and was able to help. so we have a fleight deck full on one of our retribution class battle ship so maybe ten at most at the moment and sammuel's ETA is about an hour.

sir charles: i think i might be able to help with the numbers i have an excolonization ship that we gutted and shuved and many hangers in if i remember corectly its a total of 70 fighters. its about 30 minutes out from AO

[Kyrenaia]

"The repairs are coming along better then sceduled. We are maybe even capable of doing more then the most necessary on some ships!" The brief smile he had quickly vanished. "As for the Baarracudas - I thank for the offer, very much so, but it would take more then a day to reeducate every chosen pilot with the new type. We will have to make do with what we have."
"My Prince, above all, we are lacking pilots, not fighters!", his aide threw in.
The Kyrenaian considered it for a moment. "That is right... but same problem there, isn't it?"

[Slorch]

December 4th, 2013
RSC-Station Sarah
Aboard the Il'Porrui (Emissary) Class Cruiser Du Fio'tak

Ko’Kyse: “ Prince we are nearly done with our repairs so could you use the extra help that our drones can provide,and when I said by the add our fighters to yours comment I meant have our and your fighters become mixed fighter wings. And Azrael your fighters would be appreciated, also I vote that the IOM fleet spearheads our attack as they have the toughest ships.” Shas'O Shaserra cuts in “Ilia how large are your fighters?”Marneus Calgar then adds “On the topic of distractions and such; while the enemy is busy going after the blockade runners the first company could use boarding torpedoes, teleporters, and Caestus Assault Rams to strike at the heart of the enemy fleets.”

[Imperial Nalydya]

Planetary Orbit;
VRZ Detachment;
Distance From Planet: .5 light-second

The fleet moves eerily through the fabric of space and time, slicing through the void in its inexorable manner. An entire flank of the fleet is facing planetside, making it seem as if the guns on the opposing sides of the warships are pointing out towards nothingness. This is not the case. Indeed, the sun reflects brilliantly off one hundred thousand guns as the fleet stands watch. It is perhaps odd... Even against their own hulls, the PSKR and ENS batteries cast shadows, dark splotches stretching for tens of kilometers across the vessels. This is especially true for the topside weapons, exposed to much more sun, and having much more surface area on which to cast their shadows.

VRZ Wintry Tempest; Grazhniarzhnüt Line Battleship:

The crew go about their business, executing their standard combat procedures with much efficiency. Deep within the bowels of the ship - past the honeycombed & well-compartmentalized outer sections, and the walls of massive artillery and other weapons... Perhaps some ten kilometers in from either the port or starboard sides, and some five kilometers in from topside or the keel - there are those spending time at the great shrines.

The Hunter, Chülyen Pataaq:

In cold silence the man sits, observing the shrine to the god Jlokhemit. There is only the sound of the running water: a fountain, somewhere off to his left. It is of a deep blue colour, perhaps dyed... Perhaps spirit water. Then, he stands, transitioning into a graceful bow with much ease. Jlokhemit ensure our safety in the coming battles, he thinks to himself as he turns to leave the shrine.

"Chülyen, the captain wishes to see you on the bridge," an officer informs him.
"Alright," he replies, beginning to follow the other Pord.
"There's a lot of talk going around, you know."
"I can imagine."
"Heinz looked over the combat report and tactical analysis the High Island sent."
"What did he say about it?"
"He didn't go into detail about it. At least, not while I was observing the holo-conference."
"Right... So what does the captain need?"
"He didn't say," the officer says, scratching his beard.

The two arrive at a horizontal elevator - one of the many that crisscross the interiour of such vessels. Boarding it, they select the compartment nearest the bridge, then let the machinery do its job and take them there. The bridge setup is in stark contrast to the rest of the central area of the vessel. Once they exit the elevator, this becomes apparent; the ceilings are much lower and the area is encased in an armoured citadel. The officer is first to arrive at the hatch leading onto the bridge proper. It is easy to recognize, and is the only such hatch with standards hanging from either side of it.

"Permission to come onto the bridge,"
"Permission granted," comes a voice from further in the chamber.

The officer walks in with the Hunter behind him. To either side, the walls are encased in great sheets of cascading water. No heed is payed to these, however. The duo walk towards the center of the room where there are a number of displays and a man standing before them, wearing an immaculately pressed blue ZJR officer's uniform. He sees the two approaching, and is the first to initiate conversation:

"Dismissed, NezhoteJloknam," he says to the officer. The man salutes, then makes his way elsewhere. The captain then turns to the Hunter: "You have been to the shrines today, I assume?"
"Tasi. I just came from them."
"Good. Battle will soon be upon us."
Why did you bring me here? "Yes, it will be."
"That's not why I called you here, however."
"Go on."
"Are you familiar with the layout of the ship?"
"Reasonably so..?"
"Good. Hopefully you won't be transferred off-ship for a while." - he chuckles to himself - "What I need is this:" (he hands the Hunter a datapad) "When the hostile fleets return, we will sortie out to fight them. Heinz has already gone over his battleplan with us. I would like you to go from battery to battery, noting the overall condition of their crews and how they perform overall."
"That is an... Odd request," the Hunter mentions.
"It is. But it is also my understanding you are free for the time being."
"This is true. Sure, I'll make a note of how they do."
"Thank you," replies the captain.
"If you'll excuse me, Captain," the Hunter bows and exits the bridge.

North of the Glitepe Hills, Sobrik:
34th Yamsai'an Brigade-Chünezhnar; 8th Division-Chünezhnar:

The Pords move in the last of their heavy equipment and begin to prepare for their coming offensive. Already, men riding Yünak RPCs have gone forward in their attempts to scout the Sinovetite positions. They are not overly aggressive - and indeed tend to withdraw if spotted or taken under fire - and make it their primary objective to avoid bringing an engagement. They flirt with the enemy at the extreme edges of his line, losing few in number of their own, but making great leaps and bounds in the area of plotting out and mapping enemy positions.

Behind these scouting men, a few columns of blue-clad infantry snake their way south, accompanied by vehicles painted in finest gray. In the sun, their standards and banners can be seen waving proudly - defiantly - as they make their way towards the enemy. The Pords are eager for combat. The crunching of boots and the clanking of canteens (and the rumble of armour) can be heard for miles. With their bayonets fixed firmly to their battle rifles, the columns are a nice combination of blue, gray and shimmering silver. Every so often in the line are mobile shield generators, placed so that orbital weapons cannot simply obliterate the entire force with one or two well-placed shots.

At the original Nalydian landing zones, 1,500cm DMKR pieces have been set up, and around them a number of battalions are present to protect them from attack. These are naval artillery pieces, retrofitted to be used on land. The massive pieces sink in the dirt, unstable and heavy, prompting the crews to work on setting up specialized platforms for them to sit on. Off to the side, the massive 15 meter by 60 meter shells sit in neat rows, more and more being ferried in from above. Fortunately, these DMKR are not the only artillery pieces in use. No, there are far more of the smaller FH-255 in use, and these (not needing special bases) are more or less ready to fire. Their crews go over checking their pieces, and then wait for the order to be given.

[Kyrenaia]

December 4th, 2013
RSC-Station Sarah
Aboard the Il'Porrui (Emissary) Class Cruiser Du Fio'tak

Ko’Kyse: “ Prince we are nearly done with our repairs so could you use the extra help that our drones can provide? And Azrael your fighters would be appreciated, also I vote that the IOM fleet spearheads our attack as they have the toughest ships.” Shas'O Shaserra cuts in “Ilia how large are your fighters?”Marneus Calgar then adds “On the topic of distractions and such; while the enemy is busy going after the blockade runners the first company could use boarding torpedoes, teleporters, and Caestus Assault Rams to strike at the heart of the enemy fleets.”

Ilia nodded slowly, gulping down his pride. "I will send you a list of ships, which could use the help."
Al-Ahad saw, what hard conflict he had internally with this. He was a very proud man and although he admitted, that his RSC wasn't perfect, but he always said, that it was damn close. Saying, that they more or less weren't able to conduct their repairs within the given time was more or less like admitting direct defeat.
"As for the spearhead...", Ilia began again, "The Utica-class heavy cruisers have been prooven as very solid countless times. If you want, we can put them together with the rest of the spearhead, as well as sending out boarding parties ourselves."
"As for the technical data of the fighters and bombers, there is a dedicated file about the equipment of the Flight Command on the pads.", al-Ahad said with a slight smile, pointing at the devices in front of the Admirals.

Saif ad-Din Qutuz was a strong man, taller then most, built like a wardrobe and with a face, which other people would call "cut out of solid stone, coated in steel and filled with a brain."
Many people called him, just because he looked like he did, brutal and violent.
That was utterly wrong.
In fact, he was a very calm, collected, intelligent and educated person, serving the Sultana since twenty five years. Now, he was called to battle.
His ship was the Ainos, a heavy cruiser belonging to the Utica-class. She was sixhundred metres long, something over a hundred and sixteen wide and nearly hundredandthirty high, including the lower sensor array. She had twenty quad laser cannons, ten Turbolaser batteries, the same number of laser cannons and ion cannons, as well as five warhead launchers with 25 concussion missiles in magazines each, not including the reserve missiles in their cargo bays, which could hold something around 9,000 metric tons, not including the consumables for two years.
They also had two shuttles and a squadron of starfighters, twelve Scorpions, fully armed and ready, a complete squadron, with pilots, who knew their job. As did the 2,200 men and women strong crew and the three thousand soldiers of the 1st Scout Division.
It was still far beyond him, why Princess Rasha of Kyrenaia, newly appointed Lady-Commander of the Royal Kyrenaian Army, took his ship as her transport. He wasn't going to complain, it was a great honour - but it still wondered him.
She and her soldiers complained about nothing, even providing Army Special Cooking once just for fun and to prove, that the RSC had far better food (a fact, which no one would ever dare to doubt), even helped whereever raw muscles were needed. Not that their commander had much of them, but she had them.
That was his opinion, as he led his escorts into the bulk of the assembled fleet in order to deliver his 'package' to the Allat. She and her soldiers were by no means bad people, but he would feel much more comfortable with his ship completely in his hands.
And the Ainos was litterally his ship - he was born in her medical bay, after all!

[Slorch]

December 4th, 2013
RSC-Station Sarah
Aboard the Il'Porrui (Emissary) Class Cruiser Du Fio'tak

Ko’Kyse: “Ilia I’ll start sending over all the drones we can spare.” He then walk to the side of the room to put in the order. Shas'O Shaserra: Well then I think there small enough, and I think we can also partly solve the signature issue. We gravitic hook some of your fighters on top of our mantas.” Ko’Kyse then walks back and says “ the order has been put in and the drones are on there way.”

[Japea]

Aboard the titian class battleship retribution.

A tall space marine with short bleach white hair is starring out the main window on the bridge when one of the servitors walk up to him and starts talking

servitor:Master Benedict you got a message from Sir Charles asking for assistance on there front.

Benedict: didn’t the high lords of tera send three chapters to fight that front? And how many times do I have to tell you its just master do it again and I will
send you to the ork ship to be a new play thing for them.

servitor:They did but each chapter sent only one company and they can’t achieve space superiority and please master don’t do that I don’t want to be a play thing for any ork.

Benedict: then just don’t do it again. Putting that aside this is very odd don’t they have one of the only emperor class battleships with them?

servitor:That would be correct master but from the report the enemy fleet has ships that are bigger and stronger forcing them to retreat with there allies to come up with a tactic to get around the enemy fleet to allow them access to the surface.

Benedict: that would be a problem let me se the report.

servitor:After a few seconds of scaning the report

Benedict: I would seem that our accistance is nesasary on that front. How far out are we?

servitor:About three minutes master.

Benedict:Good make it so.

Yes master.

Azrael its been a long time and you have come so far I cant wait to see you again. Benedict mutters to him self

Master do you want me to include that in the message.

Benedict: no don’t even send a message I want to surprise them with my sudden appearance in there planning meeting by the way where it that meeting?

Its on the DuFio’Tak based on where the signal is coming from.

Benedict: so they are fighting along side the tau. It would seem things are about to get very exciting.

A few minutes aboard the Du Fio’tak

"I think I could help with that" announces Benedict as he squeezes in to the already cramped room then proceeds to hug Azrael in a giant bear hug and whispers in to his ear “its been a while and look how for you have come Azreal I remember when you where just a scout in the chapter. Also how is the hunt going.” With out warning Azrael shoves Benedict off and takes out his plasma pistol and proceeds to point it at his head. Benedict: it would seem you still hate me for that.

Azrael: you died so how do you stand before me now.

Benedict looks around the room and sees the puzzled looks on everyone’s faces and says “it would seem as if you didn’t tell them the truth about me Azrael. But any ways I could use my shield generating ships to create massive void shield around the spear to protect it and to allow it to punch though the enemy fleets and allow us in to LPLO and drop off our forces. Does that sound good?”

[Slorch]

December 4th, 2013
RSC-Station Sarah
Aboard the Il'Porrui (Emissary) Class Cruiser Du Fio'tak

Marneus Calgar: “Long time Benedict when was the last time we meet? 50/60 years ago? Anyway it’s good to see you again. And Azrael I think the plasma pistol is a bit over excessive don't you?” Ko’Kyse: “Benedict yes your void overlay shield would be useful. Though how has your chapter not been wiped out for being out of normality, and what’s with the obsession with orks?”

[Japea]

Benedict: My chapter was never a chapter the inquisition does not know about us you could say we are something similar to the legion of the damned in the sense that we exist but don’t at the same time. If the inquisition found out about us we would be no more. And Marneus Calgar you should know the orks better then any one so you would be aware of the WAAAAGH!!! For all of you who don’t know all orks are physic but don’t know it there and because of this ability they are allowed to use the powers of the warp with out problem that the rest of us face and they use this power in every thing they do that’s the whole reson there weapons work in the first place. So basically if you make an ork believe that a strait jacket is indestructible then it will become exactly that. Using this theory I have made a line of renewable ammo type weapons. By convincing orks that there strait jackets are indestructible, that the spike helms on there heads pierce armor, the bolts they see make them able to pierce shields, and that the louder that they scream WAAAAAGH!!! The more effective these items are also I pained the helms red, blue and green. To the orks red means speed and blue means luck while green means power. And because of the power of the WAAAAGH!!! They are able to exactly what I told them they where able to do. So that’s why I like the orks in a nut shell. Also what Azrael did is perfectly to be expected in retrospect to what I did to him and some others.and i will start preparing our ships now.

[Slorch]

December 4th, 2013
RSC-Station Sarah
Aboard the Il'Porrui (Emissary) Class Cruiser Du Fio'tak

Marneus Calgar: “Well we can trade old war stories once were done here eh?” Ko’Kyse: “Hum well that certainly is an imaginative form of weaponry. Though just make sure to target them well so we don’t get hit. I would hate to have an…unpleasant misunderstanding. Agreed?”