No Longer Alone (IC)

[Hotgrat]

Silberteeth Regional Defence Center, Silberteeth.
Planning Room 3.
20:37 local time.

"You know why we are here gentlemen."
The LITF's voice was loud, and hurried. The situation was pretty tense, after all.
"According to our latest recon, those meteors are more then the HMDC claimed them to be. We have tried to convince HMDC that those meteors are more then just meteors, but they wouldn't reason. As a response to that, we have ordered 5th AG to move to HMAB Rendered, which is to the east of here, and the II HDA Corps will be mobilised. Any questions? Objections? No? Let's get to it then."

The people gathered quickly left the room, and began making orders. Soon, the whole SRDC would be filled with activity. 8th AG, having nothing to do, joined in with 5th AG. The were ordered to guard the airspace above HMAB Rendered and SIlberteeth, no matter the cost.

Thunder 7, 8th AG, above HMAB Rendered.
20:43 local time.

"Thunder 7, Thunder 1. Formation."
"Thunder 1, Thunder 7. Understood."

The V formation was holding up amongst the Thunder Squadron. Soon, they would link up with Oracle Squadron of the 5th AG. The squadron leader made out another call to his squadron.

"Thunder, Thunder 1. Bank left, NR."
This meant that all of the Thunder Squadron were to bank left, and not reply to the order. The banking went smoothly, and withing moments, Oracle 1 lined up next to Thunder 1.
"Thunder 1, Oracle 1. I formation."
The order issued was for Thunder to arrange into a straight line.
"Thunder, Thunder 1. I formation."

[Dukats]

Bunker Lion,????

President,senators,politicians,military staff,ministers all sat at a long table.The room was big and on the walls were screens showing different parts of the world.President stood up and said

"As you all know aliens have begun an invasion on our planet.That's why we decided to begin Operation Exodus.The Operation has several phases and for those who know nothing about this operation I will tell them know.Operation Exodus is our plan on case Earth gets invaded.These are the following phases. Phase one we evacuate all important personnel to this bunker.This bunker will be out HQ until all of this is over.Phase two we evacuate all civilians from Dukats by planes and ships.We sent them to many different states that have large unused land,like Canada.We know that those states won't defend them forever so we gave them the right to conscript them.80% of the population was evacuated,the rest joined the army.Phase three we mobilise the army and get ready to defend Dukats.Since we have been upgrading our Anti-Aircraft defences we think we well beat the enemies in the air if they come to Dukats.If they land they will be surprised since our soldiers are urban warfare experts (OOC:90% of Dukats island is part of Dukats City so their military school teaches the infantry only urban warfare so they are awful at any other).Phase four We'll do right now.We try to establish communications with the other goverments and try to establish some sort of a unified war council.After that we'll send our soldiers around the world to help in the fighting."

The president finishes and walks out of the room.He enters another one and walks to a large computer.He takes a microphone and says

"Hello this is President of Dukats John Wolfgang Ivanovich and I'm here to tell you that Dukats will fight to the end,but we need your help.If your a member of the government of any state please respond.We want to form a communication between all of us and if you want an unified war council.Please respond.

"If they have a radio they can hear us ...I hope."

[The Remnants of Kobol]

Above Earth

The flight of Raiders passed over the Cydron vessel and scanned it several times. They detected a weapons lock no fire. Being machines, they didn't feel fear. They didn't question anything. If they weren't being shot at, they wouldn't shoot back. It was that simple.

"So, the vessel isn't human?" Cavil asked with legitimate surprise.
"Not at all Brother. In fact, we've never seen the likes of this technology. It's quite fascinating, we should try to..."
"Brother, have you forgotten our mission? We're here to kill humans. Not play with the local fauna. If they aren't shooting at us, and all of our reports say they are fighting with the humans on the surface, I don't see why they concern us. They obvious won't try to stop us from killing humans if they are..." Cavil looked at the Five, almost expecting him to disagree. When he didn't and walked away, he muttered to himself "good boy..."

As per instructions, two more Basestars jumped in around the planet, on the opposite side of the Cydron vessel. The respective leaders contacted Cavil and informed him of their arrival. The three Cavils (one from each Basestar) opened a line of communication
"So, how are we going to do this Brothers? Nuke them from orbit?"
"No, not again. That was a failure last time. Certainly you haven't already forgotten the Twelve Colonies? We nuked all twelve planets. All twelve had survivors. Zero for twelve isn't exactly a stunning success rate if you ask me."
"So then we go down the planet and kill them all by hand? Certainly that wouldn't be as effective?"
"We'd be able to ensure our results."
"Very true Brother. And we get to pull them out of each and every hidey hole they think they have. We can always nuke them afterwards to clean up."
"We also came all the way to Earth because we want it for ourselves remember? That was perhaps the best idea the Threes ever had before we boxed them. We can't live in a radiated mess, not with these pathetic bodies our human creators decided we needed."
"So then it's settled, we attack them on the ground. We wipe them out. Then we make this place our home."
The three Cavils nodded in agreement and smiled at how easy it was to come to an agreement when everyone was the same.

The lead Cavil then found his favorite Four and handed him a message. "Make sure the Hybrid sends this over to the other vessel in orbit. Make sure it's in binary. I'd assume if they could make a ship like that, they are intelligent enough to translate some simple binary."

Other vessel,
We are the Cylons. We see that you are fighting the humans. We are here to exterminate that pest as well. So long as you don't fire your weapons at us, we will have no problems. Feel free to continue whatever it is you are doing.

"I thought we were going to take this planet?" The Four looked surprised.
"One enemy at a time Brother." Cavil gave him an evil smile.

I don't know IC that the vessel is Cydron, but to make the situation less confusing, I'm using the name. As far as I can tell, Cydrons and Cylons are the only two aliens in orbit?

[Turmenista]

"They're falling back!" The sergeant yelled over the Turmenistan gunships and fighter VTOLS Bolting over their position ahead. "Whatever those aliens wanted, they sure as hell aren't going to find it here, on one of the most defensive islands in the world! HOOAH!"

Similar events took place on Eradinus island. The local militia somehow managed to fight off the invading pods with numbers and help from the military.

"As of now, we are a DEFCON 1." I announce. "Those pods landing were a sign of agression. If we are unable to negotiate a deal with these invaders, who knows..? War, or even annihilation is imminent. I wish you All to be safe."

[Hippie Kiwis]

Embrion MLR90 Battleship

Na'aeka was aware. Aware of everyone on her ship, everyone. It still mesmerised her, even after nearly twenty years as a command general. The psychic link she used was a representation of the fact she was on the winning side. The Embrion had destroyed enemies many times more powerful than the with the link. She guided the thoughts of half a million Embrion warriors. It was ecstasy. All those... beings, all in her mind. It was something to inspire awe. She had freedom. She was blind. She pushed on the minds of her subjects with ease. The warriors entered the drop-ships. The engineers closed the airlocks and ejected the landing craft towards the atmosphere of Tosev 3. She new her troops would not have been the first to land. The Despot's allies, the Cydrons, had already landed. She geussed others had made planetfall as well. The hyperways took time to lay, but once set up they moved bulk faster than most supralight drives. She fest the anticipation and auxilauration of the drop-troops. She would win, for the Despot.

Drop-ship 311

It took a great deal of skill to dodge the random flak the Tosevites were spitting. Yii'ye gently, yet forcefully, guided his ship to the mass of beutiful blue next to the '7' shaped continent. The tosevites called it, Africa. He left the range of the flak as he aimed his ship to dive, deep into an alien ocean and build a forward base, and then africa. Africa, africa, africa... he liked africa, a little too much maybe.

[Marxist Vietnam]

DA NANG VILLAGE

The Cydron surveyors and the human volunteers are staring each other down; alarmed, but clever enough to recognise that the humans are of little threat. But with alien creatures it is inadvisable to take potentially deadly risks. Hence the standoff between the humans and the Cydrons.

"What do if more come?"
"Wot you tink? We leg it back to da scouty-pod and scarper back to Dad."
"Keep your eyes on da slender-men. If dey shoot first, splat 'em."

in the Forrest at the outskirt of Da Nang

After a few minutes of brain freeze, the officer snap back to reality and trying to not going completely nutz.
- "C.h.ao? H...e.llo? B.on j.our?" The officer says in extreme shaky voice. Extreme fear and scare are running wild in his body but somehow he managed to get some grip of himself. The 2 volunteers are still frozen in their boots, their faces are completely dumb founded.

The officer take an additional minutes to fully control his fear and begin to make sense of the situation. He put his pistol back to its cover on his hip. Then he takes a few step closer to the strangers and stick out his hand and suggest a handshake gesture, while proceed to the standard greeting for foreign people "Welcome to Vietnam. You speak English? French? Russian? Chinese?... Human?"

He wait a few seconds for the strangers to respond then continue speaking " .... Can we offer any assistance? We only wish for peace and friendship".

Capital Air & Space Defense Center, Hanoi

The Capital Air Defense group is one of the 2 fully active air defense groups in peace-time, the other one is at Hai Phong city. Equipped with the most up-to-date S-300 PMU-2 with 64N6E2 surveillance/detection radar, 30N6E2 fire control/illumination and guidance radar, and 96L6E all altitude radar.
- "BLIPZ ! BLIPZ ! BLIPZ !" The long range radar is picking up an ultra high altitude contacts passing by, usually caused by meteors. On duty officers look at the screen then dismiss it.
Then suddenly "Teez... Teez. Teez, Teez, TEEZZZZZZZ!" - "Warning, Contact! Warning Formation Contact!" all alarms are sound by all long range radars. The radar room is in chaos, officers and commanders are running around trying to determent the situation. Then a dangerous voice come on the automatic warning system, the computer voice of the incoming frequency/radar detection and fire control radar "Incoming frequency: 23 Megahertz, Recycling! Sources: Multiple! Energy: unknown!..." "Threat level: High! System LOCKED-ON! MISSILE LAUNCH RECOMMENDED!"

- "oh crap, This is not good. This is Bad, very bad." The leading commander comments then yell out loud "What the hell is going on? I need you, and you to check and double check on this with this frequency. You you and you, check and triple check on this with the high frequency. You and you check with low frequency. You check with airtraffic control people. You, wake all the top brass up, NOW!" He yells and point finger at his officers, ordering them with extreme urgent. "American...nah... Chinese... gotta be the fracking Chinese. Those fracks are at it again, god." The officer mumble thinking this is a high flying Chinese spy aircraft.

Mean while out side, mobile S-300 PMU launchers and radars are lock-on to the high flying targets. Those targets are so high, they are just barely in range of the missiles, but the radars is good enough to pick them up accurately. The system would not lock-on or target those UFOs if they weren't flying in formation, flying in formation is one of the key triggers for the system. Luckily, the final launch command is not set to be automatic but switched to manual.

[Hippie Kiwis]

MLR90 Battleship

Na'aeka was, feeling, over reports of the other... beings who had come to Tosev. The Cydrons were no supprise, but there were more energy signatures. Strange ship hung in the void above tosev. She selected one she asumed to be a command ship. It was shaped like a mollusk shell and had many skull-like skimmers zipping around it. She pushed on the mind of her lead communications technician. She sent a trinary electctromagnectic pulse to it.

This is command general Na'aeka of the Embrion Empire in the glory of the Lord Despot. Your presence in the tosev system indicates to us that you are here for tosev 3. The native tosevites are weak but are supprisingly able opponents. I propose that, if our contact is not broken by hostility, that we exchange initiatives. The plan of the Lord Despot is to enslave the tosevites and colonize their home. I hope that an advanced being recieves this and that your ship is not abandoned save it fall into tosevite hands, as we read no life signs on your ship.

The message was sent, the propsal was made. Now all Na'aeka could do was wait. Wait, and guide the construction of her forward planetary base.

NOTE: This message was sent to Kobal.

[Organized States]

Southwestern Commonwealth

"Apollo flight, redirect to 2-1-3-9. Flight of Two Unknown aircraft, heading towards Donner Lake at high speeds. Weapons hot." said the Air Boss as he redirected the flight of 4 National Guard F-35As.

"Got it Cheese. Redirecting towards Donner Lake. Fence in. Weapons Hot. Apollo 2,3, and 4, Fence Inned?" asked the Flight leader to his wingman as he lead his flight of F-35As above the hot, arid desert.

"Roger lead. Apollo 2 is Fenced in and Weapons hot."

"Roger lead, Apollo 3 is Fenced in and good on weapons hot."

"Roger lead, Apollo 4 is all green and weapons hot."

They banked their F-35As in formation towards the Donner Dry Lake, a huge 4x8 square mile dry lake. It was often used by aircraft for emergency landings, due to the soft sand, and its short distance from St. Michael's, a town of almost 60,000.

[Hippie Kiwis]

Southwestern Commonwealth

"Apollo flight, redirect to 2-1-3-9. Flight of Two Unknown aircraft, heading towards Donner Lake at high speeds. Weapons hot." said the Air Boss as he redirected the flight of 4 National Guard F-35As.

"Got it Cheese. Redirecting towards Donner Lake. Fence in. Weapons Hot. Apollo 2,3, and 4, Fence Inned?" asked the Flight leader to his wingman as he lead his flight of F-35As above the hot, arid desert.

"Roger lead. Apollo 2 is Fenced in and Weapons hot."

"Roger lead, Apollo 3 is Fenced in and good on weapons hot."

"Roger lead, Apollo 4 is all green and weapons hot."

They banked their F-35As in formation towards the Donner Dry Lake, a huge 4x8 square mile dry lake. It was often used by aircraft for emergency landings, due to the soft sand, and its short distance from St. Michael's, a town of almost 60,000.

Drop-Ship 915

By the Despot! Rook'l hated flying in this ship. The four tosevite craft, though primitive, were much more meneuverable than his hulking shuttle. The rear gunner fired, but without a targeting computer, he couldn't hit the little skimmers. Then, he heard a bang, and there was nothing.

[Organized States]

Southwestern Commonwealth

"Apollo flight, redirect to 2-1-3-9. Flight of Two Unknown aircraft, heading towards Donner Lake at high speeds. Weapons hot." said the Air Boss as he redirected the flight of 4 National Guard F-35As.

"Got it Cheese. Redirecting towards Donner Lake. Fence in. Weapons Hot. Apollo 2,3, and 4, Fence Inned?" asked the Flight leader to his wingman as he lead his flight of F-35As above the hot, arid desert.

"Roger lead. Apollo 2 is Fenced in and Weapons hot."

"Roger lead, Apollo 3 is Fenced in and good on weapons hot."

"Roger lead, Apollo 4 is all green and weapons hot."

They banked their F-35As in formation towards the Donner Dry Lake, a huge 4x8 square mile dry lake. It was often used by aircraft for emergency landings, due to the soft sand, and its short distance from St. Michael's, a town of almost 60,000.

Drop-Ship 915

By the Despot! Rook'l hated flying in this ship. The two tosevite craft, though primitive, were much more meneuverable than his hulking shuttle. The rear gunner fired, but without a targeting computer, he couldn't hit the little skimmers. Then, he heard a bang, and there was nothing.

30 Seconds Earlier

"Shortstop, He's not responding, requesting permission to fire." said Apollo Lead.

"Permission Granted. Fire at will."

"FOX 3!" yelled Apollo Lead as he let lose an AIM-120D towards the unknown craft.

"Roger Apollo Lead, reading a good hit on that last pass. Target has disappeared from Radar. Take care of that other contact." said Shortstop.

"Fox 3. Weapon away." said Apollo 2 as he let lose another of the AIM-120Ds towards the other UFO.

[Hippie Kiwis]

Drop-Ship 915

By the Despot! Rook'l hated flying in this ship. The two tosevite craft, though primitive, were much more meneuverable than his hulking shuttle. The rear gunner fired, but without a targeting computer, he couldn't hit the little skimmers. Then, he heard a bang, and there was nothing.

30 Seconds Earlier

"Shortstop, He's not responding, requesting permission to fire." said Apollo Lead.

"Permission Granted. Fire at will."

"FOX 3!" yelled Apollo Lead as he let lose an AIM-120D towards the unknown craft.

"Roger Apollo Lead, reading a good hit on that last pass. Target has disappeared from Radar. Take care of that other contact." said Shortstop.

"Fox 3. Weapon away." said Apollo 2 as he let lose another of the AIM-120Ds towards the other UFO.

Veng cursed as he saw his comrades go down. He would not fail. He cut the engines and plumetted to tosev 3's surface, a risky move, and he barely dodged the tosevite's fire. He primed his warrior pods for ejection.

[Hotgrat]

Airspace above HNAB Rendered.
20:49 local time.

"Oracle, Oracle 1. Continue circling, NR."

The airspace was calm, and would most likely remain so. However, at the SRDC, new plans were being made. The Silberteeth Regional Radar Defence Station, or SRRDS, had started picking up unknown object falling in towards the earth, and some had already hit. However, due to mechanical failure, it would take some time to figure out where the object had landed, and based upon where they landed, diplomats prepared to send an offer to help to whatever nation needed it. Becuase only recently had the HMDC noticed that there were unknown creatures in those capsules, of sort. The I HDA Corps were mobilising, as well as the whole army, the navy and the airforce.

"Oracle 1, Oracle 5. I got alot of red lights here. Requesting permission to land.
"Oracle 5, Oracle 1. Negative."
"Oracle 1, Oracle 5. I repeat, I got alot of warnings here. I NEED to land, now!"

Right after that, Oracle 5's wing came clean off. And that, is why you don't operate with 11 year old planes, especially with bad maintenance. He spiraled to the ground, and crashed. The sudden loss of Oracle 5 caused disorganization within the 8th AG, and the 5th AG flew over to get a grip of the situation. The falling plane had also hit the runway of Rendered. No more planes would take off or land there, that was for sure...

Shortly after the crash, orders came in to 5th and 8th AG to get ready to move out, as the Ministry of Foreign Negotiations would establish where they would be needed.

[Organized States]

Veng cursed as he saw his comrades go down. he would not fail. He cut the engines and plumetted to tosev 3's surface, barely dodging the tosevite's fire.

"Aw sh*t! He's all defensive. Fox 2!" said Apollo Lead as he fired another missile, this time an AIM-9X Sidewinder from his F-35A's Internal Bays. His Helmet-Mounted Display showed him imagery data from his EOTS on the bottom of his aircraft.

"What the hell? Anyone else seeing the imagery data from the EOTS? What the hell is that thing?" said Apollo lead.

"I'm seeing it too now lead. What is that?" said Apollo 2 as he pulled the image up on his Helmet-Mounted Display. The lines on this aircraft were odd. "It doesn't look Human, it doesn't seem Human, Is it human?" thought Apollo 2 as he viewed imagery data on the aircraft.

OOC

Kiwis, I suggest that you go into more detail about the shape, the size, what your craft look like, or what they can do in your posts.

[Hippie Kiwis]

Airspace above HNAB Rendered.
20:49 local time.

"Oracle, Oracle 1. Continue circling, NR."

The airspace was calm, and would most likely remain so. However, at the SRDC, new plans were being made. The Silberteeth Regional Radar Defence Station, or SRRDS, had started picking up unknown object falling in towards the earth, and some had already hit. However, due to mechanical failure, it would take some time to figure out where the object had landed, and based upon where they landed, diplomats prepared to send an offer to help to whatever nation needed it. Becuase only recently had the HMDC noticed that there were unknown creatures in those capsules, of sort. The I HDA Corps were mobilising, as well as the whole army, the navy and the airforce.

"Oracle 1, Oracle 5. I got alot of red lights here. Requesting permission to land.
"Oracle 5, Oracle 1. Negative."
"Oracle 1, Oracle 5. I repeat, I got alot of warnings here. I NEED to land, now!"

Right after that, Oracle 5's wing came clean off. And that, is why you don't operate with 11 year old planes, especially with bad maintenance. He spiraled to the ground, and crashed. The sudden loss of Oracle 5 caused disorganization within the 8th AG, and the 5th AG flew over to get a grip of the situation. The falling plane had also hit the runway of Rendered. No more planes would take off or land there, that was for sure...

Shortly after the crash, orders came in to 5th and 8th AG to get ready to move out, as the Ministry of Foreign Negotiations would establish where they would be needed.

Jepjep led his 20 through the strange forest. Alien trees brushed at his tentacles and he shivered. He started as he heard a loud crack from above. He had not noticed the tosevite aircraft flying overhead, the local fauna was rather loud. One of the aircraft spiraled down, missing a wing. The pilot ejected and Jepjep saw an opportunity. He led his 20 to the area where the tosevite pilot had landed. He was distracted with his parachute and didn't notice Jepjep until it was too late. Jepjep slid a collar around the tosevite's neck and forced him to the ground. He would make a good slave.

[Hippie Kiwis]

Veng cursed as he saw his comrades go down. he would not fail. He cut the engines and plumetted to tosev 3's surface, barely dodging the tosevite's fire.

"Aw sh*t! He's all defensive. Fox 2!" said Apollo Lead as he fired another missile, this time an AIM-9X Sidewinder from his F-35A's Internal Bays. His Helmet-Mounted Display showed him imagery data from his EOTS on the bottom of his aircraft.

"What the hell? Anyone else seeing the imagery data from the EOTS? What the hell is that thing?" said Apollo lead.

"I'm seeing it too now lead. What is that?" said Apollo 2 as he pulled the image up on his Helmet-Mounted Display. The lines on this aircraft were odd. "It doesn't look Human, it doesn't seem Human, Is it human?" thought Apollo 2 as he viewed imagery data on the aircraft.

OOC

Kiwis, I suggest that you go into more detail about the shape, the size, what your craft look like, or what they can do in your posts.

Veng knew he wouldn't live. All he could do was eject the pods from the stern of his ovular, barely armed transport. He thought he wouldn't make it, but the tosevites paused for a moment, perfect. He reached required altitude and launched the pods into the jungle below, before slamming into the tosevite ground. All was then black.

[Vancon]

Steam came out of the Supreme Chancellor's morning coffee. The man with the coffee had just been awoken minutes before and was in the process of coming to terms with reality. In his sleepy state, he had heard his advisers talk nonsense, such as UFOs being detected above Vancon in the Stratosphere. The man just didn't believe them, until they told him something that had shook him.

"Mr. Grach, please understand. The world is under attack by numerous extraterrestrial races, what more do we need to tell you?"

"That's simply preposterous. No other form of life exists. Scientists have been debating this subject for years!" The man said.

Mr. Grach crawled out of bed and had an assistant turn om the news. BBC, CNN, even CBC were broadcasting the same thing. Extraterrestrials have landed. Few things are able to wake someone up quickly in the morning. Lifeforms that are out for your head is a significant example. Needless to say, Mr. Grach was out of bed, in his car and in the War-Room in minutes.

Once they arrived and the Vanconinan High Command building, deep in the inner ring, the Supreme Chancellor noticed something. This area was surprisingly calm. He had expected the citizens to be terrorized, but clearly that was not the case. Recently, Vancon had just won a war between them and an invading nation that was a serious threat. Any alien attack would be treated just the same as an enemy force launching an offensive. Therefore, it was really just as if the war hadn't ended.

"Make way for his Excellency, The Supreme Chancellor, Remer Grach!" Cried a guard outside the main door.

After taking an elevator ride into the sub-levels of the building, steel clanged as the entrance was revealed to the War-Room, deep beneath Vancon. Inside of the room, a mass of papers and soldiers lined the halls and hurried about the overly large room. Walls covered in banners and computers drew Remer's attention, as he looked in awe as he saw a plane of some sort engaging another plane that was out of this world. Lights shot out of one and slammed into the other, sending the combat plane into the city below. A headline flashed across the bottom of the screen saying something about an "impossible force that can't be beat". This made Remer chuckle a bit and said to himself,"Is that so?"

"Right, someone bring me up to date with what has happened so far. I need to know everything we have!"

" So far the majority of the world knows about the invaders. If they are taking this seriously or not is another thing. Certain nations have begun to engage alien forces that have approached their airspace, and the results are seemingly fair. They don't seem to be to advanced looking in, but they are alien so i assume that we should be very cautious. For our choice in weapons, I suggest long range missiles and an abundance of CAPs Flying around to deter the enemy. They don't seem that stupid. That being said, nobody knows how their mentality works. I'm assuming a Hive-mind of some sort, but I can't be sure. " said an unnamed science officer, calling to the chancellor from his desk.

Grach looked over at the man, and gave him a once-over. The scientist seemed to be old enough to know what he was doing, and gave off am air of expertise, and so, Remer agreed with his plan.

"Commander?"

"Yes sir!"

"I want the city to be in lock down and all soldiers to be at their posts. You are now allowed to start conscripting all able bodied personnel of any gender to become a soldier. Not only are we defending our nation, but we might need to help others. Meanwhile, get those damn planes in the air NOW!" said Remer.

---

On the surface, all was quiet. Provincia, the one and only city in all of Vancon, had fallen asleep, for a matter of speaking. No one was on the streets, no one was shopping, not a single soul. Then it happened. With a lurch and a creak, the city's buildings plummeted into the ground, falling as if they were about to crumble apart. But this was not the case. Doors had opened beneath them as entire blocks moved into the cavern beneath the town, and in exchange all that was left was a hard metal floor and a multitude of triple A batteries and machine-gun nests warmed up their weapons. Vanconian combat planes, the two engine Resolute Air Superiority Fighters, flew out of slots in the floor to go and defend their home. In an hour, 100 planes grouped up into 20 flights and circled Vanconain Airspace, waiting for contacts.

[Hotgrat]

Jepjep led his 20 through the strange forest. Alien trees brushed at his tentacles and he shivered. He started as he heard a loud crack from above. He had not noticed the tosevite aircraft flying overhead, the local fauna was rather loud. One of the aircraft spiraled down, missing a wing. The pilot ejected and Jepjep saw an opportunity. He led his 20 to the area where the tosevite pilot had landed. He was distracted with his parachute and didn't notice Jepjep until it was too late. Jepjep slid a collar around the tosevite's neck and forced him to the ground. He would make a good slave.

The landing was rough, and this forest certainly wasn't parachute friendly. As if nature too hated him. It took some time before he got it off, but he got it loose. Then, something went around his neck, and he was shoved to the ground. Were they bandits? Spec ops of another nation? Whatever it was, it was hostile. He turned his head to try to look at his captors, and just froze when he could see a little of them. Those weren't spec ops, those were... Oh, shit! His radio had landed just 3 meters ahead of him, and it sparked to life.

"Oracle 5, Oracle 1. Are you ok? Oracle 5, please respond!"

The airspace was now pretty tense, as they waited for Oracle 5's response. At the airport, the Airport Emergency Rescue Team, or AERT, were starting to head out to the forest, in an attempt to get Oracle 5 out of there.

[Hippie Kiwis]

Jepjep looked at the pilot with his eyes, strange eyes, these eyes. The pilot froze in stark terror, then he looked at a strange device about two yeks away from him. Jepjep ordered one of his soldiers to grab it for him. They traded, captive for... device. Jepjep looked at it curiously. He saw what might a microphone and he talked into it. From what was apparently a speaker frightened tosevites yelled. He could not understand them, but he knew they were afraid.

[Organized States]

Donner Lake

"So how far away is this crash site, Lieutenant?" Said Major Glenn Talbot, as he jumped out of the M-ATV.

"About 4 miles, sir." Said the young 1st lieutenant, who was in charge of this OSAF Special Tactics operation to retrieve a downed aircraft of unknown origin. The 24 man team included 8 recovery spooks from the office of Special Projects. Some of the operators were wearing a few of the new, Compound Composite suits, armed with the SCAR. The recovery team, though, were still in their standard multicam uniforms, and with their plat carriers, also armed with the SCAR rifle. The 6 vehicle convoy tore through the desert on their way to check out the strange pods, reported by F-35A pilots after they shot down two strange aircraft. Aircover was provided by 4 National Guard F-35As, 2 A-20A Razorback IIs, and 4 AH-64E attack helicopters.

[Hippie Kiwis]

Donner Lake

"So how far away is this crash site, Lieutenant?" Said Major Glenn Talbot, as he jumped out of the M-ATV.

"About 4 miles, sir." Said the young 1st lieutenant, who was in charge of this OSAF Special Tactics operation to retrieve a downed aircraft of unknown origin. The 24 man team included 8 recovery spooks from the office of Special Projects. Some of the operators were wearing a few of the new, Compound Composite suits, armed with the SCAR. The recovery team, though, were still in their standard multicam uniforms, and with their plat carriers, also armed with the SCAR rifle. The 6 vehicle convoy tore through the desert on their way to check out the strange pods, reported by F-35A pilots after they shot down two strange aircraft. Aircover was provided by 4 National Guard F-35As, 2 A-20A Razorback IIs, and 4 AH-64E attack helicopters.

Yallok sighed. Of all the places he could have crash landed, and it was in the middle of a desert. No matter. He broke the sealant lining and crawled out of the pod. Nineteen other Embrion warriors followed him. They formed rank and took attendance. Everyone was unharmed. "We need to find a better area to stike camp!" Yallok shouted. His men obeyed, grabbing all the supplies they could out of the pod and trekking up the nearest hill with Yallok in the lead. They crested the hill and were shocked to see six armored tosevite vehicles driving through the desert. They had gawked for too long. The tosevites had apparently spotted them. They ran to a defensible position in the nook of a hill and waited for death to come.

[Alystan]

The Ahoggar Region, Eastern Algeria Province, Alystan, Africa
"alright boys, we're gonna blow up these bastards sky high, you ready!"
"Proceed with the countdown"
"10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2..1...FIRE!"

The blast is high in undeniably high sound, like a literal thunderclap, and all of 4000 missile shaped daggers installed with impact bombs go up high speed to space due to the intense shockwave of the blast.

Aliens will probably see this as daggers target several alien ships.

Sorry guys, I'm not really into descriptive RP

[Hippie Kiwis]

Several... knives flew into the atmosphere from a point on tosev. Several officers exclaim and auto-defence sequences are initiated. Star skimmers leave the fleet and knock as many, knives, down as possible, the rest were destroyed by artillery blasts from the star galleons and battleships. Na'aeka ordered the trajectory to be traced, and sent and detachment of 1,000 warriors to destroy the firing apparatus that launched the projectiles in the first place.

[Hippie Kiwis]

This message was re-sent following no reply from the kobol ship.

This is command general Na'aeka of the Embrion Empire in the glory of the Lord Despot. Your presence in the tosev system indicates to us that you are here for tosev 3. The native tosevites are weak but are supprisingly able opponents. I propose that, if our contact is not broken by hostility, that we exchange initiatives. The plan of the Lord Despot is to enslave the tosevites and colonize their home. I hope that an advanced being recieves this and that your ship is not abandoned save it fall into tosevite hands, as we read no life signs on your ship.

[West Aurelia]

OOC: Sorry I missed the start of the RP.

Site 14, Undisclosed Location

Dozens of official-looking men and women sat in the conference room at the top secret military facility "Site 14," including President Michael Jones and Department of Military Science Director Jason Free. Officially, "the Department," as it was commonly called (by those who knew of its existence), did not exist. It was the West Aurelian government's top secret military research wing, headquartered at Site 14 (which also, officially, did not exist). The Department is responsible for developing the most advanced military technology for West Aurelia's forces.

"Mr. President," Secretary of Defense John Floyd said, standing up. "Esteemed government members. As you are undoubtedly aware of, we have established contact… with extraterrestrial beings. Reports indicate that there are three separate species engaging Earth, although there could be more. Thank God West Aurelia hasn't been attacked yet, but we have to be ready. We do not know why these beings are on Earth, but what we do know is that they will kill us if we don't respond."

"All able-bodied and able-minded men between the ages of 18 and 30 are being conscripted into the armed forces," announced the congressional speaker. "Congress voted an hour ago and it was passed unanimously."

"Good," Jones said, even though he already knew of the results. "Mr. Free, would you please inform our friends of the Department's developments?" (Jones, as the president, is the only man to know of the Department's existence.)

"Of course, Mr. President." Free stood up. "As of now, you are the only people outside of the Department of Military Science to know of its existence. Any attempt to disclose this information is punishable by a life sentence in a maximum security prison. The Department is committed to developing the most advanced military technology for West Aurelia's forces. We have therefore developed… directed-energy, biological, chemical, and radiological weapons which could be useful against the extraterrestrial threat."

The men and women in the room were stunned. Most of these types of weapons were banned under international law, but they weren't going to protest now.

"Our black ops units are already using this technology, and so are our modified aircraft. We have sent these weapons to conventional military forces as the situation demands it. However, they are limited in number and, unfortunately, most of our forces will be equipped with conventional weapons."

"Our forces, in tandem with our allies, should be able to defend against this threat," Floyd said. "We recently received a message from Dukats. I shall play it now."

"Hello, this is President of Dukats John Wolfgang Ivanovich and I'm here to tell you that Dukats will fight to the end, but we need your help. If you're a member of the government of any state please respond. We want to form a communication between all of us and if you want an unified war council. Please respond."

"Tell them that we will definitely unite with them," Jones said. "Mobilize all our forces. Offer help to all nations under attack."

With this order, military units stationed around the world were mobilized. Aircraft roared into the skies, soldiers grabbed their weapons in preparation, and ships were filled with humanitarian supplies in the event of a disaster.

[The Remnants of Kobol]

"Look at that. We could stay up here and let the rest of these creatures deal with the humans if we wanted. Just more proof why they need to die. Look at it, you've got five different species all trying to kill them!" Cavil started laughing. "Very well, let's not miss the party. Launch the raiders. Destroy any humans you find."

A flight of 150 raiders left from the Basestar and dropped into the atmosphere. They split into 3 squadrons and split up over the planet. One Squadron dove in over what appeared to be a crash landed vessel in the desert. Several human fighter craft were in the air around it, but they wouldn't be for long. Sheer numbers would ensure that much. Splitting into a diamond, the 50 fighters moved to intercept. Above a jungle region on the opposite side of the planet (OOC Vietnam), another squadron swooped down low and began stalking targets. There was heavy flak, but it was nothing compared to the Battlestar flak they had been programed for. The last squadron swooped down over Europe and began targeting any flying craft.

This message was re-sent following no reply from the kobol ship.

This is command general Na'aeka of the Embrion Empire in the glory of the Lord Despot. Your presence in the tosev system indicates to us that you are here for tosev 3. The native tosevites are weak but are supprisingly able opponents. I propose that, if our contact is not broken by hostility, that we exchange initiatives. The plan of the Lord Despot is to enslave the tosevites and colonize their home. I hope that an advanced being recieves this and that your ship is not abandoned save it fall into tosevite hands, as we read no life signs on your ship.

"We just received this? Hmm, maybe some of these creatures are more intelligent than I thought. Fine, open a line of communication." Cavil waved his hand arbitrarily.
"Greetings Naeeka (OOC, Cavil is an Ahole and doesn't care that he pronounced it wrong), I see that our message went somewhere after all. You probably don't read any life signs on our ships because by your definition, we aren't alive." Cavil smiled a bit at his superiority "We're called Cylons. As for our intentions, we don't give a frak about any of you. We are here for one purpose alone. To kill humans. It's a long story, you could call it a family feud if you want. Humans are sort of like cockroaches. They'll never die unless you exterminate all of them. As for your attempt to enslave them, it will fail. We tried that once ourselves, it ended in terrorist attack after terrorist attack on our people. Humans are only good dead."

I'm headed off for the night/morning. Please feel free to shoot down some, maybe even a couple dozen of my raiders. Most of them operate swarm tactics so losses are expected to be high. There are a few aces though, so don't slaughter my whole detachment My Basestars are still behind the moon, so Earth should not be able to target them. And we still don't have forces on the ground.