The Second Universal War [FC and DD Only, IC]

[Karaq]

INTRODUCTION AND LORE

The Second Universal War, 5028-Present

On March 4th 5208, The Federal Coalition declared war on The Derpy Dominion out of the need of land and survival of its' people. For the past 2 years, relations have declined for the two prospering regions and finally, The Coalition is soon to run out of resources to feed its people, forcing them to annex the forgotten Dominion colony of Cervon, a planet in Federal Space. Only realizing that a quarter of the planet was suited for planting crops, they moved on to other options. After another month of planning, the Grand Court of the Federal Coalition had come to an agreement to declare war on the Derpy Dominion, to seize all her resources and land. To destroy an enemy of liberty and freedom. Vorstus and her selected allies face off with The Derpy Dominion and her selected allies. Who will claim victory? Only the fittest will survive. Let the Second Universal War, begin.

RULES

1. There is nothing that can't be destroyed!
2. No God OP.
3. No WMD's (unless decided otherwise by me).
4. No Meta-gaming.
5. Some Magic is approved (unless decided otherwise by me).
6. Use Realistic Military numbers and Actions. (Ex. 5,000 ships come out of warp and destroy a large portion of your 12,000 ships, then slingshot back to safety.)
7. No flaming.
8. No raging.
9. No complaining.
10. Any breach of these rules will be dealt with by me and if any changes are requested, please contact me via Telegram.

Belligerents

The Federal Coalition
Vorstus
Karaq
MULICA
Insurgia

The Derpy Dominion
The Derpy Dominion
The New First Reich
Urran
Greater Appalachia

NOTE: Belligerents were not decided directly on the DD side as they were selected from their Mutual Defense Agreement with the Derpy Dominion, therefor putting themselves on the DD Belligerent list. If Madame Derpy or any of the other DD Belligerents wish to be removed from the list, please contact me via Telegram.

OOC FORUM: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=317193

[The Derpy Dominion]

The Dominion, The Capital of Everstorm, 6:44 PM, Madame Derpy Hooves' Chambers.

*Madame Derpy is standing and leaning over her balcony, she is dressed in her usual night gown. She is holding a holo-pad as she stares out into the vast city lights of everstorm, she has a glass of water sitting next to her on the balcony as well. She goes to take a drink of it as she reads and re-reads the war declaration letter from Vorstus. She smirks with each read as she starts to realize how hopeless the Federal Coalition is. A chat invite pops up on her holo-pad from her second in command, Kamandant Skull Splitter. Madame Derpy opens the message and stands upright.*

Derpy: "Yes, Kamandant Skull Splitter? If this is about the idiots in the Federal Coalition declaring war on us, Then I already know."

Skull: "As I have expected, Have you contacted our allies about this as well?"

Derpy: "Not all of them, but I have contacted a few. The Entire region knows of the war though, although I have yet to get a response from anyone as of yet. Have you prepared our defensive forces?"

Skull: "Jawohl mein queen. We have our entire Interstellar fleet on stand by, currently holding defensive positions across our interstellar space. Our inter-planetary and trans-galactic defense network is online and at full capacity. Most of our territories are more than prepared for an onslaught from a few armadas, My queen."

Derpy: "Good good, do we have our alternative weapons ready as well? Our A.I armadas and defensive networks are online. Our "bluff" planets and attack vessels are on stand by as well. We have our plague carriers, A.I Virus Carriers, parasitic carriers, our radiatory jamers?"

Skull: "Yes madame, everything is online, our citizens are alerted and know of what will come. We do not expect this war to come to the ground, but if it does, we are more than prepared. Also, we will continue to bombard our enemy with your favorite thing in the world, propaganda."

Derpy: *Derpy laughs.* "Good, quite good. Run diagnostics around our Interstellar territories and run a recon op around the far reaches. As for now, I am going to sleep. Tomorrow morning, I will address the nation and region. Until then, you are in charge. If anything happens, please awaken me. Thank you and good night, Skull."

Skull: *Skull salutes* "Good night, Madame. Heil Derpy, signing off."

*Derpies holo-pad signs off and Derpy Heads to bed. Skull Splitter, who is near the Dominion war room, starts to head towards the war room, summoning the top commanders of the Dominion.*

The Derpy Dominion War Room:

*Kamandant Skull Splitter enters the war room and makes an announcement to all Dominion commanders. In the matter of minutes every top tier commander in the Derpy Dominions army arrives and sits down. Skull splitter stands up and turns on the holo-computer, showing a map of the local galaxy as well as the territories of The Federal Coalition. Skull Splitter than begins to speak, the other commanders stand and salute, saying Heil Derpy.*

Skull: " For todays meeting all saluting will hereby be omitted, as we need to start discussing strategies immediately. So please, all of you, have a seat."

*The Commanders each have a seat.*

Skull: "Now, from what the war letter of declaration has told us, the armies of the Coalition are weak and malnourished. Their mission is to secure our land for resources and food. Their governments appear to be failing their people. Now I am very well aware, as I am sure that you are all also aware of as well, that this could very well be a fib used to knock our guard down a bit, but regardless of what the issue is, our guard will remain strong. Now, if you would kindly take a look at your holo-pads, I am up linking some information about each of the Coalitions separate militaries and weapons. Please study these, as a good and thorough study will reveal many things about their space ships, weapons, armor and ect. I am also sure that they will show a few weak points. Now, we do not know their tactics or exactly what they are going to do...obviously. But we can make a few projections as to where and when they will attack." *Skull Splitter moves the map to the out most territories of the Dominion Controlled space.* "Here, gentlemen, is where our outer most territories lay. Here is where they will be forced to attack first, even if their entire military were to attack the Dominion proper all at once, they would loose, and they know this too well. My friends, at one point the Dominion and the Coalition used to be allies, they gave us their ship schematics and so on. If they have not changed their schematics then this war will surely be a short one with an easy Dominion Victory. But even I doubt that they have not changed things. From what we can view their weapons have improved, their domestic tactics have as well. This will be key in a successful offensive of our outer territories. We must out play them in every possible way, my friends. (To be Continued.)

[Vorstus]

March 5th, 5208, 6:00 AM
International Space, The Borderline, Approaching Dominion Space
Undisclosed Coordinates

Admiral Pierce siped his small wine glass of synthohol. He laughed as he saw the Live Radar Map before him. A small blip, representing the JD5 had crossed the International Space Border, a line which divided the Holo-Screen right down the middle. The War had started, and the FCS. Judgement Day V was leading the charge, being the first Federal Warship to enter Dominion Space. He swishes the beverage around for a moment, then slowly begins to get up.

"Are we ready to punch it JL?" He ask the Captain, leaning over his shoulder.

The man turns around his bald head, sending a glimmer of light into Atlas' eyes. He gives a quick nod and points to a Holo-Monitor before him.

"Soon enough Sir. We lack about 22 minutes from the Rift Projectors being fully charged and ready to go. However, shields are up, and all Weapons Systems are entirely online. All Silos, Bays, Obitus Beams and Cannons, and Hacking Stations are at the ready. We can take most of what comes at us from here on out Sir. " States the Captain, giving a smile as he speaks.

The Admiral tries to make another inquiry, but the thought escapes him. He ponders it for a moment, and then regains his question. This time, he addresses anyone willing to answer.

"I was not informed as of yet... but how many and what kinds of Shuttlecraft do we have at our disposal on this fine morning?" He ask, walking back to, and sitting back down in his chair. He takes a long sip of his drink.

Many people try to answer, but the mostly quiet Lieutenant Commander
of the Vessel, William Striker, speaks up first, silencing his Comrades as he answers the Admirals question.

"According to the Mission Briefing, Operation Spring Tyrant has at its Command a total of 5,256 Karaqi Longsword Class Fighters, 8 Karaqi Super Carriers, 220 Karaqi Quantum Class Super-Destroyers, 50 Vorstinian Justice Class Super-Destroyers, 566 Manifesto Class Assault/Defense Frigates, 643 Nebula Class Attack Carriers, 140 Xavier Class Machine and Troop Carriers, and 320 Shifter Class Fighters. It seems as if the Federal Guard is pushing rather much for such a short War." He states, reading out the Stats in a monotone voice.

Atlas looks unsure.

"Dont be to sure Comrade. Remember, we arent the only ones around here with an Interstellar Fleet. Dint we give them our Naval Schematics in the past as well?" He mummers critically to Striker.

The Lieutenant nods.

"Yea. But those are several years old, and of course, newer models have come out since then. The technology and information they have on us is mostly obsolete by now. And they think were 'Malnourished'. I suppose they have another thing coming..." States Will, exchanging a giggle with the rest of the Lower Ranking Officers of the Bridge.

The Bridge stays quiet for a moment.

John Luke swerves around in his Chair to face the Admiral. He gives a short chuckle, and watches as a progress bar fills up on a nearby Holo-Monitor. A child like grin grows on the Captain's face as the progress bar is replaced by another set of Stats, Charts, and generally other useful data.

"Were ready to punch Sir? Orders Sir?" Ask Picard.

Pierce gives the Captain a sceptical look, not sure if his own Captain is telling the truth or not.

"I thought it would take 15 or so more minutes?" He questions, ambiguously looking at the data on the Monitor.

John Luke nods his head.

"It would have, if I didn't put Reactor 5 Online. The rest of the Armada is ready Sir... Permission to punch?" He ask, keeping his smug face, and humorous tone.

The Admiral gives a thumbs up.

The Flagship thunders into Dimensional Rift, sucking in the rest of the Armada as well. Now instead of having to travel several million miles to get outside of Equestrian Space, it takes only a few hundred miles, traveling at 67/Miles Per Hour in a unfluctuating Rift Tunnel. It shouldn't be long now...

[The Derpy Dominion]

((OOC: I have to leave for work and I will be back on tomorrow morning, please honor fairness and do not attack me as I will be defense less until I get back from work. You may attack any ally that is active but please wait your turn.))

[TheSolarEmpire]

(OOC. Not sure how to do all this fancy stuff with the text. But I'll try.)

Captain Lith looked at the monitor, he sees the ship crossing the border.

"Should we intercept?"

The Tactical officer asks.

"No. We don't know whats going on yet, send out a hail to any ships in this region asking what the Federation ship is doing. If we attack it will start a war."

[Karaq]

March 5th, 5208, 7:00 AM
International Space, The Borderline, Approaching Dominion Space
Command Bridge, Karaqi Super Carrier, Karaqi-Victorian Armada

Apart from the Vorstinian Armada on the other side of the Galaxy, Command Marshal Kozak and Aristov stood in the Command Bridge, along with the Grand Admiral whom was in command of the joint Karaqi-Victorian Armada of ships. Aristov and Kozak were both there to command the ground troops which were on the various Troop Carriers that surrounded the multiple Super Carriers. The two watched as the massive armada, a majority made up of Vala Victorian ships. Supreme Leader Mao was pleased with the 'necessary' change by Fedosov for Karaq. The two Marshals were discussing it on the bridge.

"Let it go Aristov...it was necessary. Otherwise there would be blood in the streets...people hoarding all the resources they could." claimed Kozak.

"We have became the very people we killed off during the Mountain War, it's sickening." applied Aristov.

"Deal with it, Communism just lives in our blood. All Genesians have it." said Kozak.

"Either way, it is disgusting." finished Aristov.

The Grand Admiral watched the two fight it out and then called for the attention of the Captain.

"Vasily, is the armada ready to enter Slip Space?" asked the Grand Admiral.

"Da, sir. They've been ready, they are comfortably awaiting your order." responded the Captain.

"Give it, we're slipping through space in approximately 2 minutes, address all stations." ordered the Grand Admiral.

The Captain did so and all stations prepared for Slip Space. The two Marshals finished their argument and awaited for the Slip Space Hole to open up and the Armada to enter. Without hesitation, the Carrier entered Slip Space, followed by the small ships and other Carriers who entered quickly. After all the ships entered, the hole closed and the Armada was now on their way to the border of Equestian Space.

March 5th, 5208, 10:00 AM
International Space, The Borderline, Approaching Equestian Space
Troops Room, Karaqi Super Carrier, Karaqi-Victorian Armada

In a dark lit room, with multiple tables in it, lit with candle lights in the middle of the tables. Sat soldiers wearing their uniforms and armed with Automatic Kalashnikovs. Karaqi's and Victorians alike, all of them conversing with each other, watching the play that was going on before them. A little entertainment seemed appropriate for the soldiers before they fought to their deaths. Command Marshal Kozak, who was heading the Infantry Divisions, sat in a balcony room, watching the play from above. His feet, kicked up on a table and he hands behind his head, watching the play and relaxing at the same time. The play had turned into a bit of a choir. As multiple men appeared in the background and they started singing, 'Kalinka'. An old Soviet Choir song. Very appropriate for the recent 'necessary' change.

He smiled a bit, the lights shining through the blinds, created a sort of striped pattern on his uniform. The colors and lights changing as the choir octaves went dropped or risen. It reminded him of his days as a Sergeant, when Karaq was truly Communist at heart, everyone was equal. Propaganda everywhere. Soviet Propaganda. Fedosov and Kozak shared a common interest. The demise of Fascism inter-galactically and the rise of Communism. Although Fedosov wasn't exactly faithful in the ideology and ended up ending it, both of them saw it as a way for it to makes it return. The rationing of foods...water...the only way that would happen was to centralize the Military and the Market. Kozak dozed out for a bit, ignoring the choir and then going into his own little fantasy realm until the door knocked.

"Come in." he yelled.

"Sir, we'll be coming into Equestrian space in a few hours. The Vorstinian Armada will be arriving before us though. Oh and the Premier is expecting you to contact him immediately." said the visitor.

"I will get right on that. Thanks for the notification." he answered.

The door shut and once again, Kozak was left alone, hearing the choir finish 'The Internationale'. The clapping of hands could be heard and it echoed through the vents. He smirked a bit and looked down at the crowd of soldiers who appeared as happy as can be. Conversing with their comrades and cheering on, whistling and yelling.

"Equal...is this what it means to be equal..." he said to himself.

[TheSolarEmpire]

10:50 In DD space.

The Solar Empire flagship is waiting for a response from any other ship.

"Captain we should cloak,any second a fleet could jump in thinking we are on guard and attack us."

The worried crew member looks at the captain.

"We stay at this position, if a war starts we have to choose a side, we are in Derpy Dominion space as well, and at the moment I don't know if they are prepared to fight them." Our fleet is powerful enough to survive any battle, there is no need to worry

The captain looks back at the monitor waiting.

[TheSolarEmpire]

(OOC I understand, I'll go, Lol"

[Karaq]

(OOC: TheSolarEmpire, you have time to make a factbook. Until Saturday, so, I would suggest you start making one. Plus, the vote isn't over and you never know, it may dictate that RPers without Factbooks can RP.)

[TheSolarEmpire]

(I will pass. To be honest I'd rather be kicked than make a factbook.)

[Vorstus]

March 5th, 5208, 10:47 AM
Dominion Space, Within the Rift Tunnel, Approaching the Dominion Homeworld
Undisclosed Coordinates

Captain Picard scans over the most recent detected Enemy Communications. Dominion frequencies seem to be all quiet, other than the same blabber about Interstellar Defenses the Space Command already knew existed due to years of Spying and Enemy Military Infiltration. Neutral Channels however... seem to bustle with activity. The Captain waves over the Admiral.

"Sir. We have alot of chatter on possibly neutral Channel. It appears to belong to one 'Solar Empire'. Shall I attempt to contact them via the old Morse Code Comms? Thats one all Civilizations understand." He states in a matter of fact tone.

The Admiral ponders for a moment, wondering if it is a wise decision. He stares at the exchanged Comms for a moment.

"Dont bother with it. If anything comes out bearing their big ole teeth at us, we can put them down with ease. Continue on the set course." States Atlas, walking off.

Unsatisfied, the Captain follows his given orders, and inputs nothing into the Channel. The Flagship keeps its course to the Dominion Homeworld.

[TheSolarEmpire]

(OOC Now that I think about it. What do I have to put in my factbook? And should I stop Rping till I make one?)

[The Derpy Dominion]

The Derpy Dominion Capital of Everstorm, The war room.

*Skull Splitter continues speaking.*

"As far as I am concerned, we have a few plans at our disposal. For my first plan, I propose that we lure them into a false sense of security, make our defenses seem weak and unknown to them and them once they think they are making ground, we unleash a full surrounding front. Now, there is of course, decoy ships filled with various things, such as parasites, bombs, chemicals, short ranged emp's and so on, and I also propose that we use them when they come."

*Skull Splitter stands and expands the current Holo-map to show the entirety of the Dominions controlled space. He stands with his hands behind his back and paces calmly back and forth.*

Skull Splitter:"Mein Kamarade, we currently have a large array of planetary and interplanetary defenses up and running, we also have them clocked with a very special encryption that only we can crack, and if they were to crack it, the automated system would detect it and change the encryption..." *The map suddenly glows red and moves to a specific location with a lot of warp tunnel activity. Skull splitter views it and reads the current schematics of the activity. The activity shows that a large armada is inbound near the outer sector of Dominion space near the outpost Orta. The statistical data reads the following out loud in a computer voice.*

Computer: The Dominion defense network has picked up on the following signals coming from Vortisian ships. Their numbers are not exactly known, here is an educated estimate as to what their forces will most likely consist of. Over five thousand fighter ships that are of Karaqi origin, at least five or more great carriers of Karaqi origin, over two hundred karaqi Quantum great destroyers, an estimated forty five to fifty Justice great destroyers of Vortisian origin, over five hundred defense frigates of an unknown origin, over six hundred Nebula assault carriers of an unknown origin, presumed to be Vortisian, over one hundred Xavier troop carriers of an unknown origin, over three hundred fighters of an unknown origin or name. The readings are not entirely accurate but this is the best estimate that the Dominion defense network could create. Their capabilities are not entirely known, given more time and more warp tunnel activity, we can make an even more accurate estimate as well as give you diagnostics of each ships capability."

Skull Splitter: *Skull Splitter smiles and chuckles slightly.* How lovely, Id assume that they would bring this much, they must be very desperate for resources. Computer, please give us the status of our defensive networks as well as the total numbers of turrets and defense grids?"

Computer: "Of course, we currently have 30,000 super shredder Interstellar defensive turrets on and near outpost Orta, we also have 256 doom speaker interstellar cannons on the near by planet of Raroth, We also have a fleet of 2568 "dummy" ships, some are full of bombs, E.M.P's to knock out their shielding, Some are full of nasty nano-parasites to eat away at their hull and internals, Some are filled with pathogens that will kill the crew of our enemy once inside, one is filled with a chemical that can melt ships. As far as ships in the area we have at least 2567 AI encrypted and controlled King slayer ships with a contingent of 200 more King slayers that are manned manually, 6955 Sky Shredder assault ships, 3765 Bad Day interstellar bombers. 2235 King Slayer interceptors classed at great destroyer, 12 Doom Breaker Dreadnaught class ships en route to outpost orta and will arrive in an hours time, 38 Aailonian Weaponized dreadnaught ships also en route and will arrive at outpost Orta in an hours time. We also have an expeditionary force of 1545 total ships that consist of 5 Doom Breakers, 500 king slayer battle class ships, 500 Kings interceptors, 500 Sky Shredder assault ships and 40 Bad Day interstellar bombers en route behind the Warp activity by 222 miles and are expected to arrive in a half hours time. As far as extra defenses we have a radiatory mine field as well as a high impact mine field near outpost Orta, the mines in total number 4000 exactly. Granted the mine field does not stretch out to the entirety of the Raroth territory but it does cover Orta. The ships are in place and are awaiting a plan Kamandant Skull Splitter."

Skull Splitter: *Skull Smiles and laughs out loud.* "This...This will be a living hell for the enemy, I can assure you all that. Granted, our lesser ships, like our sky shredders, Bad Day bombers may be crap. Our King slayer ships may win and loose at times, but we have our titans of space at our disposal. Now, as far as ship placement, computer tell them to get into their standard defensive positions, also get the dummy ships ready, preferably to the right of the invasion area, I want them to taste every little ounce of nastiness that we have in our arsenal. Then once the dummy ships have done their jobs, let the defensive gun emplacements do their job and hammer down upon them. As the turrets do their job, then we make a counter attack with full force, and let our friends in the expeditionary force screw them from the back side. Now I am not dumb and I know that we WILL take heavy losses, so we must keep our wits about us and be strategic with every move and shot that we take and give. Computer, double...no quadruple our defense networks encryption as well as our A.I's encryption. I plan to get them into a pincer, providing that they have no back up on the way. Even if this is so, we will have our Doom Breakers and Aailonian warships en route to help us depose of our enemy and their schemes. Cloak our ships and defensive networks, I want the utmost radio encryption as well. One channel that is scrambled to anyone but our allies as well."

Computer: "There is a problem though, Kamandant, the dummy ships are not full proof and they will most likely be found out very early by the invasion force, this could be bad for us, we would be out one part of your strategy and it would leave an area open for attack. I will have a few ships on stand by near the dummy area in case this does not go well. Also, our mine fields are not in the best shape, small asteroids have been causing them frequency problems, and not all of the mines will set off successfully, they might even need to be manually set off. Not to mention the cloaking signal for the mines is...mediocre at best. It might be wise to cover the mines with a radiatory bomb to further hide them from the invasion force. Providing that we have the time. The invasion forces eta is about 25 minutes according to my calculations and it would take even longer to get the radiatory bomb in place."

Skull Splitter: "not a problem, I want a radiatory bomb sent to the mine field asap. And now gentlemen, we play the waiting game..." *Skull Splitter sits back down and folds his hands to make a rest for his chin, he gives off an evil smirk...a long silence lingers through the war room until a commander starts to sing an old German song, Panzerlied, soon after the rest of the commanders start to sing with him and then Skull Splitter joins in. The song is picked up by the computer and broadcasted to all of the ships and personal within them. Soon the entire defensive fleet starts to sing panzerlied.*

(OOC:The link to Panzerlied. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JDkdc246QQ , Also, the computer gave a somewhat accurate estimate, this is not meta gaming, seeing that you know somewhat of my defensive positions, also I took the liberty of making a point of entry for you since you never really specified. If you need me to change it, i will. Also, towards the Dominion home world could mean anywhere. Just making a few points. Also, notice that the timing in your invasion forces eta is off by a bit, use that and the fact that we dont know of Karaqs invasion force yet, also if the dummy ships fail you have a strong right flank. This is all being said just in case I get accused of god op.))

((OOC: PS- a little factoid for you, The Rarath territory with the Orta outpost is north of Dominium, (the Dominion home world.) by a few million miles, in between Raroth and Dominium are a plethory of planets, just ripe for the pickings of war, Keep pushing into different territories, open up more fronts, allow a lot of ships to fight a lot of ships and we will all have fun. I can even name more territories and planets for you as well. The Raroth territories are at the edge of the north border to space btw. Also, Raroth is a territory capital planet. So if you take it, you have a key peace. I trust that you will do well with your strategies.))

[The Derpy Dominion]

((OOC: I will be back on later, tis bed time for me.))

[Karaq]

March 5th, 5208, 10:50 AM
International Space, The Borderline, Approaching Equestian Space
Command Bridge, Karaqi Super Carrier, Karaqi-Victorian Armada


Kozak entered the Command Bridge as he was requested to join the rest of the commanders there for a short briefing. He walked in along with several other Officers whom were eager to hear what the Grand Admiral and Field Marshal had to say. Kozak found himself a nice spot to stand at, next to the other Command Marshal. All the officers were in one large circle, and surrounding a sort of holo-map of Dominion Space. The Grand Admiral cleared his throat and began.

"We've just received word from our Vorstinian partners that the Derpy Dominion is fairly unaware of our fleet that will be closing in on Equestria within an hour. As far as we know, they are only aware of the Vorstinian fleet that carries several of our Super Carriers. I know, not many of you are aware of what part you play but this is why we are here. Field Marshal Kamarov, you may begin." says the Grand Admiral.

"Thank you. Now men, we have the element of surprise at the moment and I can't guarantee it'll stay that way. Command Marshal Aristov will command the Tank Divisions while Command Marshal Kozak will command the Infantry. All else will be commanded by me directly. This includes the Sangheili Divisions we brought on board. They will be a key player when it comes down to physic." declares the Field Marshal.

"How many men did we bring?" asked a Captain.

"We've have a massed up approximately a Systems' Army. We're talking nearly 300,000 Military Personnel will be taking part in our offensive. As for ships, we've brought with us about 235 Assault Carriers and 30 Super Carriers. Perhaps about 50 to 75 Destroyer Class Frigates and Assault Class Frigates. Now, for our Command Marshals. Once we come out of Slip Space, I have no doubt that we will be under continuous fire from the Dominion and her allies. However, they should have their attention divided since the Vorstinians will arrive before we do. So, our Super Carriers and Assault Frigates, most of which are carrying our troops will then put itself into orbit above the planet and then we will begin to, from Orbit, drop troops in pods and in Drop ships. We hope that these will land perhaps in the States that are east of the DD mainland and if not, they will most likely land in the oceans or in the DD mainland itself. I can't guarantee any survivors, let your men know that. Grand Admiral, sorry I took so much of your time." he finished.

"It is fine. As for our Naval Forces, once we begin to drop our troops unto the planet, the Navy will then engage into Interstellar battle to control the skies and therefor begin to reinforce the grounds below. We expect this to take days, maybe weeks, perhaps months. The Battles on the ground are expected to last just as long. During these periods, more Armies will be requested to make their way here within these skirmishes and eventually, the Dominions' line should break. Anyway...that is all. We will be arrived in ETA, 50 minutes. Dismissed." finishes the Grand Admiral.

Kozak and Aristov then leave for the Infantry Section of the Super Carrier. They begin to address the soldiers, giving out orders to start prepping for drop. Soldiers, Karaqi and Victorian, loaded up on ammo and tankers, loaded up on shells. The Scarab Pit, had 100 Scarabs in it, all of which being loaded up with plasma shells and storage. Their armor being checked and hydraulics double checked. The 6th Systems' Army was ready for war.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

President's office

"Sir, may I come in?"
"Yes, what is it?"
"It's a letter from the Derpy Dominion."
"Oh? What does it say?"
"They are at war."
"I see, who's on the defensive?"
"The Dominion."
"They asking for aid?"
"Yes."
"Alright. Send our best over."
"Yes sir."

Letter to Madame Derpy
We have received your request and are prepping to come aid. Unfortunately it will take a week to get to you and more if the opposing side tries to disrupt our ships. We will send more as needed and if a secure passage is establish, I may travel over myself and a few others.
Best of luck,

President McTavish.

I used to carry a factbook with FT spacecraft, but one of the links carried a virus or something and webrowsers refuse to load it. Luckily I got Chrome to let me in to delete the fb, but I do have space craft, just never added them back in.

[Vorstus]

March 5th, 5208, 11:00 AM
Dominion Space, Within the Rift Tunnel, Approaching Equestrian Space
Undisclosed Coordinates

The Admiral studied a small Holo-Map of the Dominion's few Space Colonies and Planetary outpost. A large green blip traveled at a rather tedious rate across the map, said blip representing the Federal Armada. To the west aways, another blip, shining a crimson glow, shot forward in a much faster speed. This red scar represented The Karaqi-Victorian Fleet, which also raced to fight the Dominion. The stare of Atlas soon returned to a grey point on the Map, marked "Orta". It was in rather close proximity to the Federal Armada, and held a strong position on the Northern Interstellar Front. He calls in Picard with a low grunt.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing Mr. Picard?" Ask Pierce, pointing all around the map.

The Captain looks curiously to his Superior.

"Yes. I know there is a map there... but what am I to see on this said map?" He ask, agitated by the Admirals little games.

Atlas shrugged.

"I mean what I mean. You were trained in the best Starfleet Academy in the Coalition, tell me which seems like the better option for the first Battle?" He asked, skeptically.

John Luke studies the map for a moment, looking intense while doing so. All those test at the Academy had prepared him for this day. Now it was HIS time to shine.

"Well. Considering Orta is off less prominence than Rarath, it would make sense to take up fire there. If we won said 'Battle of Rarath', we would have a Great Strategical Victory, as we would then have a another great spot for Federal Shuttles to take off from, and inch towards the Dominion. Not to mention, supply Shuttles directly from the Coalition could come here with ease once we make landfall, ensure a steady stream of food and ammo from home. But, this is too risky, and we are a little to far away. Stray from course now, and the Grand Court will have both of our heads."

He continues.

"However, the Communist Fleets are in a perfect set of coordinates to take up a Front on Rarath. Not to mention, while they are fighting over there, we could be taking Orta, a much less defended Dominion Stronghold. Once finished, we could set up an Occupation Government, and continue onto Rarath, aiding our Comrades there. After that, only the Gods know. We will probably be running out of Soldiers and Shuttles by then, but calling in Reinforcements from the Federation would not be a problem." States Picard, sure of his plan.

Atlas nods.

"Send a message to the Karaqi-Victorian Fleet. Tell them of our plan, and its strategic importance to bringing in reinforcements, and keeping strong in the stars. You are dismissed Captain." Mummers Pierce, closing the Holo-Map.

The two walk out, and Picard begins furiously typing the highly encrypted letter to the Karaqi Fleet. He again, just to be sure, also sends an encrypted message to the Federal Coalition Grand Court, requesting several more Shuttles and Men if the worst was to happen. Especially, if JD5 Comms were to go dead, never to come back on again.

[Karaq]

March 5th, 5208, 11:30 AM
Dominion Space, Exiting Slip Space, Approaching the Defensive Planet of Rarath
Command Bridge, Karaqi Super Carrier, Karaqi-Victorian Armada

"Sir, we've just exited Slip Space! We're entering synchronized orbit with one of their defense planets, Rarath." declared one of the Bridge Pilots.

"All ships, full alert, and battle stations immediately." the Grand Admiral orders, speaking through a head set.

"It would appear, we'll have to change to Plan B. Put us above Rarath once you are able to, Grand Admiral." orders the Field Marshal, leaving the Command Bridge.

As the rest of the Armada comes out of Slip Space, and the Carriers and Frigates immediately begin to form defensive positions around the Troop Transports and Super Carriers, alternating positions around the defense planet as far as they could stretch without going behind the Dominion fleet line. Inside the line, were the Super Carriers, all of which were preparing their troops inside for battle. All of them knew that this might be the last day they would see each other. All of them were well aware that there would be no guaranteed survivors of this assault.

They loaded their Automatic Kalashnikovs and Assault Rifles and listened to their Officers giving orders. Hundreds of Thousands of troops began loading up on Pelican Drop ships and Phantom Drop ships. Putting themselves in tiny pods that held up to maybe 30 soldiers. The sound of plasma beams shooting and the vibration of destruction could be felt from miles and miles away. The Battle of Rarath had begun.

[Vorstus]

March 5th, 5208, 11:45 AM
Dominion Space, Coming out of Rift Tunnel, Now Orbiting Orta
Undisclosed Coordinates

The Armada quakes as it comes out of the massive Rift Tunnel. Before the Bridge of the Judgement Day V sat the massive planet of Orta, a defensive planet of the Dominion. Captain Picard, under orders from the Admiral, raises the Shuttles Alert Level to Red. Everyone aboard each and every Federal Shuttle rushes to a Battle Station, desperately loading their weapons, and arming things such as Rocket and Torpedo Bays. Obitus Beam and Cannon Projectors vibrate with overcharge. Atlas locks and loads his Automatic Reaper-45 with a fresh clip of plasma. He shuffles into the crafts Forward Command Deck, shouting to the Bridge Crew.

"I want Ionization Ports from all of the Obitus Beams and Cannons to be pumped back through the Filters, to then be pumped through the entire Shuttle. I hear these Dominion Folk can use some kind of metal eating parasite to destroy entire hulls of Shuttles. A few good layers of Semi-Radioactive Ions should keep them at bay. Just be sure to lock the Ports back when the battle is done. We don't need mass radiation poisoning plaguing this Ship." He mutters, flicking a few switches above his head.

Picard laughed.

"Anything else Master?" Joked the Captain, getting no laughter in return to his 'joke'.

"In fact yes, Shields up Smiles on! We will be going in guns a'blaze. Prepare the Dropships for launch, and be ready to take any and all enemy fire. Oh. And tell Banks, if there are any survivors are left after the purges on the ground, shot them again. The High Command only wants High Ranking Political Prisoners." States Pierce, having flashbacks to his conversations with the Prime Minister back on Lariana, the Admirals homeworld.

March 5th, 5208, 12:00 PM
Dominion Space, Initiating Cloaking Devices, Orbiting Orta
Command Bridge, Judgement Day V, Vorstinian Armada

Later on, in each and every Shuttle Bay of each and every Armada Vessel, Dropships rise from the Vehicle Gravity Lifts. Several thousand Space Marines in single file, pile into the multiple small Shuttlecraft.

They take off one by one... each defended by a couple or so Karaqi Longsword Class Fighters. After a good half of the Troops are all loaded up and gone, a new type of Vessel lifts from the Machine Elevator. Its a Xavier Class Machine and Troop Carrier. One carried a payload of a few hundred Armored Vehicles, Aquatic Naval Ships, Aircraft, and yet more Federal Guard Ground Troops.

"Give 'em hell" A Vorstinian Colonel yells as he enters the last Dropship on the Bay's Platform.

The Orta front had now opened. A slaughter for both sides... was highly anticipated and yet regretted and impossible...

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

March 5th, 5208, 12:16 PM
Republic Space Mission Center, Prepping for launch
40 miles outside Bentonville

Class 2 Warship (Yes it's from Star Wars)

As the ship was being loaded up with soldiers and other military gear, and some relief aid President McTavish came down to presonally see the first ship off. "How soon till it's on it's way?" He asked the captain.
"Loading up the last of it now, we'll be leaving very shortly."
"That's good to hear."
"Have any info on the attackers?"
"Weakened government and little resources."
"So we have a upper hand?"
"We have them beat in the long run. But if you encounter them. See if you can arrange a peace summit. If we can end this quickly with a simple sit down, that will be nice."
"Yeah, and if they disagree?"
"Then use that vessel for what we designed it for."
*the captain chuckles* "Alright, sir. Time to get going."
"Best of luck in space."
"Thanks." After that the captain went on board and shortly the ship along with six others were in the air heading for space.

[The Derpy Dominion]

Near outpost Orta, the Vortisian front, aboard the command ship D.I.S Iron Will:

*Within the main hub of the Command Ship D.I.S Iron Will, sits the ships drivers and captain, One part of the Dominion Armada is waiting near the command ship, all fully cloaked. The turrets on the massive outpost orta also remain cloaked. Admiral Reinhardt Muller stands in the center of the command hub and opens the local interstellar map. It shows electro-magnetic activity hovering above Outpost Orta as well as thousands of blips coming from it. 558 King slayer Interceptors slowly move towards the tiny blips, which appear to be Vortisian drop ships filled with their space marines. Still cloaked they creep into the falling line of the drop ships. Admiral Reinhardt then announces to his crew.* "Uncloak the turrets of Orta, Uncloak the interceptors, I want 700 A.I controlled King Slayer ships near the electro-magnetic activity, my instincts tell me that, that "Activity" is a ship, a large one. It is funny how they think that they are fully hidden. The swine. Now, get me 400 Sky shredder assault ships and 250 BD bombers on line and uncloaked as well, make sure they get near the unknown ship. Tell them to weaken its shields and concentrate on destroying defensive fighters and dodging enemy turret fire. Let loos the turret fire and kill off their drop pods. SCHNEL SCHNEL." *After Admiral Reinhardt announces his plans, the thousands of turrets on Outpost Orta open full fire, fully shielded and fully armed they fire with pin point accuracy at the falling drop ships. At almost the exact same time the King Slayer Interceptors start to attack the drop ships with great power, The King Slayer A.I ships start to survey the electro-magnetic field while still cloaked, if fired upon they will fire back. the 400 Sky Shredder ships and BD bombers wait on standby near the A.I King slayer ships, still cloaked waiting for the unknown ship to reveal itself.*

*Admiral Reinhardt laughs now that one part of his fleet starts to attack the Unknown ship and drop ships. He is then alerted by his computer of another presence, much larger then the ship above Orta, near orta about 10 miles lays even more activity. Constant blips, both large and small flash on the computer, they continue to do so in random intervals. He tells the forces their to remain silent, and to creep up on the large force 10 clicks away. He then speaks again to his fellow ship wrights. "Now, make ready the dummy ships, I want them split into two waves, in the first wave unleash the chemicals, bombs and finally the parasites. For the second wave, I want the ships of plague released directly on top of them. While both of these waves rush towards their large force, I want you to have one half of my fleet to provide cover fire from EVERY possible direction. Also, push the minefield up and MAKE them run into it, I want this to be a living HELL for them. Now, as for the 12 Doom breaker dreadnaughts, I want them to pound the vortisian force right up the ass when they arrive, and tell them to hurry up. Then get the expeditionary force online and tell them to wait a ways behind enemy lines. I want them in place in case the Vortisian IDIOTS break through most of our defenses. As for the Aailonian ships, split them in half as well, send one half to Raroth and the other here, below the enemy main force to further hit them where it hurts, I want them to have little escaping room." * After he speaks his actions are put into practice immediately, and one half of the Dominion Defense force Orta moves slowly towards the large advance of enemy blips, the dummy ships are then released in two waves, first the chemical ships, the emp ships and the bomb ships and the nano parasite ships. The second wave is then sent at the large advance, bringing the plague ships in. Cover fire is provided by the Dominion Defense that is still closing in on the main Vortisian force. The 12 Doom breakers are now an hours time away and the Expeditionary force then arrives 50 clicks away from the main force, they act as a recon force for now and are heavily cloaked. The mine field is also pushed towards the Vortisian advance, behind the dummy ships as well, a wall of 4000 mines can be seen approaching them. The one half of the Aailonian ships are sill en route and are about a half hours time away from Orta. The fighting is intense. On the Dominion side, pin point accuracy and high impact beams fire towards the enemies main advance. Fighters, Destroyers, Battleships and dreadnaughts all operate on full power with full baryonic shielding. Admiral Reinhardt then makes a message for all of his ships, saying."Let them know who we are, and how strong we are. LET THEM KNOW TRUE POWER. HEIL DERPY, HEIL DERPY, HEIL DERPY. DEATH TO THE FEDERAL COALITION, DEATH TO THE VORTISIAN SWINE. VICTORY FOR THE DOMINION AND HER ALLIES.!"


At the Raroth front, The Dominion Defense network, at the control building of Shokas-V2:

*Defensive Commander Gerheardt Little stands near the emergency defense room, hastefully contacting Dominion High command. Hundreds of thousands of Defense turrets fire upon the Advancing Karaqi armada, with mediocre accuracy and high damage. Dominion defense soldiers stand guard around the planet as the planet hastefully puts together its manual defenses, Tanks and vehicles as well as troops roll through each city and town, alerting the people and preparing for an enemy invasion. The soldiers eagerly awaited the communist pigs to land, so that they could put them out of their misery. Each Dominion soldier held the most advance weaponry and armor the Dominion had to offer. A contingent of 30 Reich guards also awaited at the Raroth capital building in case any mega weapons are to drop down. The soldiers dig their defenses in deep and prepare for the onslaught of Karaqi troops and vehicles.*

*Gerhardt reaches Dominion high command via holo-phone, Kamandant Dread Bringer picks up the phone. The Message encryption is on high and is being used on a secret channel.*

Dread: "This is Kamandant Dread Bringer of the Dominion Higher command, state your status and position."

Gerhardt: "This is Raroth Defensive Commander Gerheardt Little, We are being attacked by a Large Karaqi Armada and we are not fully prepared, we have no ships at our disposal , I request your immediate assistance, sir."

Dread: *Dread Bringer starts to shake violently as he slams his fists down on the holo-table. He starts to swear up a storm and begins to speak to his associates and tacticians.* " YOU WILL BRING AN ADVANCED FLEET TO RAROTH, I WANT AN ARMADA SENT THERE ASAP YOU MORONS, MOVE IT MOVE IT MOVE IT. GET DOMINION DEFENSIVE GROUP V6X-8 ON THE LINE AND SEND THEM TO THE FRONT. NOW!" *The associates and tacticians yell "Jawhol" and a message to Defensive group V6X-8 is sent to go to Raroth,The Defensive group is three hours away, but prepares to warp jump to Raroth within fifteen minutes. Dread Bringer looks back to Gerhardt on the holo-phone and speaks.* "There, you will have your help, the statistics will be made known to you shortly, also, I am sending a drop ship of the Interstellar marines as well, just in case those KARAQI COMMUNIST PIG DOGS, ACTUALLY MOUNT A SUCCESSFUL OFFENSIVE. SHIZA. The drop ship will have one million Derpmacht Marines and at least 50 Titan suits."

Gerhardt: "Jawohl Mein Kamandant, danke for helping us. This is Defensive Commander Gerhardt Little, signing off."

*The message signs off and the fighting on and near Raroth continues. The defensive shielding also shoots online on Raroth and light shielding is available for all defensive turrets, given more time the shielding will double.*

[The New Fandom Republic]

In all the years of the fandomcana identity THIS has never happened before. Akeion shows the decalration to his generals. Vorstus has declared on us for resources and thus has betrayed us,which is the highest offence in our great nation and we shall treat them as we do our citizens that have done the same. But first we warn the citizens on the edge of fandom comos space and evac them immediately. Then we give them hell 5000 ships equipped with ion cannons will defend our colonies. But we stay on the homefront and fight on the ocean and in the air if all else fails. Does everyone understand the plan? All of the generals nods. Akeion's aide taps him on the shoulder. "Sir,the press wants to know what's happening." Medaka declared. Very well medaka. Akeion turns to the generals you are dismissed for now. I have a nation to address. Akeion puts on his military hat and heads to the fandom assembly house. OOC: My speech is in my factbook if ya interested. so yeah :v

[Vorstus]

March 5th, 5208, 11:50 AM
Dominion Space, Forming the Jakarta Position, Orbiting Orta
Undisclosed Coordinates

The Admiral holds onto two metal bars on the Control Bridge's left wall. The Fleetcraft shook with the constant fire of some kind of Energy Turrets, Torpedos, and so on.

"Damage Report!" Shouts Picard, his voice echoing through the Command Bridge.

A few Lieutenant Junior Grades tap away at a dozen or so Holo-Monitors, checking Shield Levels, Hull Integrity, and Inner Air Content, as the Dominion was known to use chemical and biological weapons with haste whenever War would break out.

Striker, sitting with the other Lieutenants in the corner, begins to read off the few but perhaps serious injuries to the JD5.

"Shields have been taken down to 45%, but are holding up nicely, as they are entirely dependent on Reactor 6. Hull Integrity has been bashed down to 62%, but the ionization of the Hull has kept the Metal Eaters away from us. Filters are at 92% Capacity, and keeping us pretty much sealed off from their little 'Plague'. The furthest extent of onboard damage we know of is the falloff at 5 Aft. That however, has always been a rather precarious piece of the Shuttle. Shielding there isn't the best in the Universe either." Mummbles Will, closing out of the Ships Stats.

Atlas nods.

"Do we know what is Attacking us?" He ask, looking out the viewing window, watching Vorstinian and Dominion fighters whizz by at incomprehensible speeds.

The Lieutenant grunts.

"An species of AI Drone of some sort is doing the most damage. However, the encryption is great, and their code is buried deeply within a series of complex algorithms." He says, going into a shaky voice.

Pierce chuckles.

"How many Dropships made landfall?" He ask.

Will opens up the Comms Channels between the Dropship. Deathly silence envelops the room, until the low rumble of chatter echos through the Bridge. A small cheer lifts up the Crew.

"A near 40 Dropships out of 600 of the original survived the Dominion Counter Attack. They have made landfall, and have taken up defensive positions. They await reinforcements on the Orta ground front. The Space Marines have held up so far under heavy defensive Dominion fire." States the Lieutenant, laughing a little.

The Admiral looks to his watch, and begins to bark orders.

"I want the best Arobithian Hackers on Exodus to be put on the blower RIGHT NOW! Have the best Mathematicians on Eden crack those damned algorithms, if they made the smart move of making a lock-out system in the Code, release the 7 Sins Virus, and the Great Fog. That should do them in for a good while. Once they are down, blast the Explosives Laden Shuttles with the Flak Cannons. Dont make any moves, in fact, turn off the thrusters. They would really like to pretend that we don't see that massive bloody Minefield just outside the sodding Viewing Window. Also, make the Amniviks Shadows form several thousand Dropships. Then, send out the real Second Wave at the same time... they won't know what hit 'em! The buggers! We will literally have them chasing shadows. Anything else... we can hit with the Obitus Beams and Cannons. Use the Charged Cannons to hit the bigger things, and the beams to slice through the smaller, more vulnerable targets. If possible, beat them back into their own bloody Minefield. Inform the rest of the Armada to keep positions, and to prepare a Collective Charge. If anything is left after the onslaught, a single flash of white light should wipe away anything we don't need." Mutters the Admiral, infatuating himself over every single minute detail.

Orders are followed without question.

Holographic Versions of Vorstinian Dropships "Take Off" from the Launch Bays, complete with fake looped Radio Chatter. Heat signatures are even given off by the apparitions. In light of the ghost Shuttles taking off, the real Second Wave also loads up, and amidst a Dominion battery on the fake ships, they are mostly able to slip into the Planets atmosphere. Although, many, many shuttles are destroyed, however, the Amniviks Shadows do their jobs well, and leave many Derpy Fighters confused with no more enemies as the Shadows flicker out of existence as the last of the Dropships are destroyed or make landfall.

On Eden and Exodus, hackers and Maths Professors work furiously to break through the Algorithms, a pastime they do well in once the put the Algorithms through the CyNtHIa Sentient Supercomputer. Once in, they are almost instantly shoved out by Dominion Defensive Measures. However, Hackers manage to freeze the code, allowing them to weed out all unwanted hardware. When the code is 'defrosted', as it were, no response is given from Dominion Supercomputers, as all communications with them had been weeded out in the hundreds of lines of Code. Free Reign had been given to the Federation. On the front, many, many, AI Drones go limp, and are fired on with all the fury of an Armada of Obitus Cannon Charges, sending them into but plumes of Plasmatic Fire. Fighters are dispatched to engage in combat with the remainder.

As the Explosives Laden Shuttles attempt to drive themselves into the Armada's Crafts, they are meet by massive walls of Superheated Shards of all types of glasses and Metals, traveling at amazing speeds to the bows of the Shuttles. When they hit, the constant Air Mortar fire keeps most of the Dominion wave at bay.

Large intense beams of bluish-purple light cut through Sky shredder assault ships and BD bombers as if they were butter under a warm knife.

The Supercharge is now ready, and prepared to be fired, but flickers out of overcharge near the end, as the Armada waits too long. In response, the Armada sends out even more Shifter Class Fighters to combat the tidal wave of Dominion Shuttlecraft. The line is one of fire, and if the Space around the fight could have a smell, it would stench of Death and Ionized Plasma.

[Karaq]

March 5th, 5208, 4:00 PM
Dominion Space, Above the Defense Planet of Rarath
The Karaqi-Victorian Armada

For the past hours, the Armada has been in a constant firefight with the Dominion ships that had arrived not long ago. Longsword Fighters and Pelicans entered dogfights with the Dominion Fighters and still, the Frigates and Assault Carriers surrounded the Super Carriers which held the soldiers. The entire Armada was moving as one, attempting to position itself above Rarath while at the same time, receiving fire from the Dominion as well.

"SIR, AT OUR CURRENT SPEED, WE WILL BE ABOVE RARATH IN PRECISELY 10 MINUTES!" yelled a Ship Officer.

"Good! Keep us steady. All Assault Carriers, focus your fire on the Dominion craft! I want their divided attention. Frigates, keep your fire on the much smaller ships, the fighters and such. Destroyers, begin your descent towards Rarath if you can, let them have a preview of what they have coming." yelled the Grand Admiral

The Carriers and Frigates did as ordered and began to fire upon the Dominion Group of ships, taking fire from them in return. The Destroyers, begin to lower themselves down towards Rarath, facing receiving fire from below, 50 Longswords were dispatched and began to drop bombs on their Artillery positions. Some bombs even carrying napalm began to cover the ground of Rarath, burning Dominion soldiers alive. Out of the 50 that were dispatched, 39 were destroyed by Artillery shells and FLAK cannons. The remaining Longswords immediately pulled out and were pursued by Dominion craft. Leaving the Destroyers, to do their own thing.

As they began to hover above Rarath, taking minimum artillery pieces from below, Energy Projectors began to activate. Suddenly, a dark purple beam, coming from the multiple Destroyers began to descend and once hitting the ground, began to spread on the surface, engulfing the soldiers on the surface in flames. On the Command Bridge of the leading Destroyer, Commodore Williams stood on the Command Deck, viewing the reign of fire spreading on the surface below and then peering up above towards the massive Armada that was battling the Dominion Armada.

"It would appear, we overestimated the Dominion forces here." sneered the Commodore.

"Sir, life form scans confirm, a majority of Dominion Soldiers on the surface were burned to a crisp, any survivors, made their ways into the trenches below the surface and are untouched." yelled a Lieutenant.

"A temporary safe haven. Contact the Super Carriers, tell them that most of the Surface soldiers have been neutralized and that Ground Forces are clear to be sent into Rarath..." he stops and then observes the massive troop movement on Rarath.

"Hold that order...deploy the Sangheili. I want them to clear out the trenches before we send in our boys." finishes the Commodore.

"Yes, sir!" answers the Lieutenant.

In no time at all, 80 Phantom Dropships began to make their way to the surface of Rarath, and Sangheili of all classes began to spread out on the burnt soil. Screams of soldiers who survived the napalm attack could be heard, only to be silenced by the Sangheilis' Energy Swords or Plasma Rifles. The deep voices of the Sangheili Zealots and Generals giving orders could be heard as they breached and entered the trenches. Gunfire could be heard as well as plasma, the screams of soldiers ended horrifyingly with a silent slash by a Energy sword.

"It has been done, sir." claimed the Lieutenant, peering at his monitor.

"Good. Now, give me a status on the Armada above." ordered the Commodore.

"They seem to be in a deadlock with the Dominion fleet however are resilient against their weapons. We've just received transmissions that MULICA's fleet is just now arriving." replied the Lieutenant.

"Hmm? Very well. Welcome to the Party." he remarked.

[MULICA]

March 5th, 5208, 4:10 PM
Dominion Space, Coming out of Warp Tunnel, Orbiting Rarath
The Mulica Armada

High Officer Amadeus Herojimas looked out the massive Viewing Window of the MSS. Nostromo, watching as space and time itself is tossed about just outside the foot thick glass. As the massive Flotilla of Spacecraft come out of Warp, the battle comes into view. Plasma and Energy Weapons clash as the two opposing Fleets collide. The Leader of the Armada smirks, and then taps a Comms button on a nearby wall. The automated Computer voice comes on, with the usual:

"Privet High Officer Herojimas, may I help you on this fine afternoon?" Ask the unchanging monotone voice, intent on pleasing its master.

The High Officer nods, and begins to speak, walking around the room, knowing the Computer picks up every word, as speakers are spread all around the room.

"Send a transmission to Comrade Barbessen aboard the Transcendence. Ask him kindly to alert his Pilots to please board their Fighters and Frigates, for the Battle has just begun. Also ask him to please pass on the message to the rest of his Fleet. Oh! And before I forget, query Comrade Gorov aboard the Comrade Hatcher that he needs to load his Marines into his Dropships. From there, order the First Wave in Operation Karakin to be deployed. Thank you Computer. That will be all." He says, satisfied.

Only a few minutes later, highly trained and readied by drills of this nature, all positions are ready. 756 Hegemony Class Interstellar Fighters take off from the Shuttle Bays aboard the MSS. Transcendence and the 532 Eclipse Class Interstellar Machine and Equipment Carriers like it. 412 Arrowhead Class Interstellar Offense/Defensive Frigates also take off from the Bays, leaving only the heavily defended 622 Staff Class Interstellar Troop Carriers to be let loose.

Mulica Fighters and Frigates soon join the firefights with the Karaqis and Victorians, helping them like honest Communist Allies. Some, even go out to fight the Dominion Scum by themselves, letting a rain of hellfire shower onto the Battlespace. Soon enough, a few Frigates and Carriers fall back, to escort the Dropships to the surface. They do so with honor, some even driving themselves into Dominion Vessels in a desperate and patriotic attempt to defend their Comrades. Finally, the Marines get the landings they had trained and waited so long for. They are greeted by fire upon the ground, and fire coming from the trenches. Some of them begin to dig trenches of their own, while others, under the Command of other Officers, rush in to help their Sangheili friends. A chant of Red Army is Strongest can be heard as Mulican Soldiers, bayonets raised, charge from one trench to another.

Soon later, the Transcendence, badly bruised and battered, makes touchdown outside the Trench Grounds. Its terribly and mortally wounded on the outside, but nonetheless, holds its true contents on the insides.

From her bow, neat rows of 785 Landquake Class Tanks rumble out. 300 Hunter Class Walkers are soon to follow. 200 Loyalty Class Mechas also make an appearance, being used for the first time in battle. 400 Carriage Class Troop Carriers, also forge out of the rubble. They pick up soldiers along their drive, and begin the mass transport of troops to bring to the brink of the front, in a joint effort to encircle Dominion Forces. A near hour later, 128 Appache Class Mobile Machine Gun Nest are striped from the ruins of their former Carrier, still in perfect condition despite being buried in about a foot of twisted iron-copper alloy. Hundreds more, however, were crushed when the roof and upper levels of the Transcendence gave in, collapsing.

Back in Space, the Battle carries on, and Soviet Propaganda is widespread. Former DDR Communist Music is blared from Mulica Shuttles, to remind the German-descended Dominion Interstellar Navy of their Glorious Soviet Heritage. It is clearly translated into the modern language spoken within the Dominion, so all can understand it. The Propaganda War was Comrade Hatchers favourite type of War.