Mature
IC:
Fulma Prime lay hidden. The leader of a zealous nation was gone from the galactic scene. Her people lay hidden from all. For two years very few have heard from these people. From an Empire that had gained alot of hate. And yet they still stir. Their armies march, their amrada has shifted and grew restless. Yet old threats still ring in their ears. Threats that they would be wiped out, threats to wipe out, threats to surrvive. Fulma had hidden from the galaxy for fear that the Ta'Nar would attack, yet their ultimate blow had never been found. Infact Fulma had proved to be her greater match.
Now her anger was shifted from the Beta and Alpha quadrents to Gamma again. The great eyes of Fulma where tired of watching the lies of Rome and her allies. They where not her concerne anymore..well not entire hers. No..one nation had gained the intrest of the Empire. One nations would feel the sword and scream into the night. Scream for sweet realese and Fulma would whishper into the dark. No.
The Armadas which have shifted from attack to protecting where now ready to bring a war that they knew they had to fight. A war that would consume billions in their death throws. The nation that had been the first to realy react to Fulmas threat during the Tans incident. The Vahmite Contingency was the one who would feel Fulmas blade plunge through their hearts. For a threat to destory their empire.
New Eden, provisonale goverment of the True Empire of Fulma
"The Twenty ships are ready sir." Lotha kneeled on her knees before Mala. Her heart broke at the way he acted. Ever since his Father had retreated into Fulma Prime Mala had grown cold and hard. He did not care if he threw away a million men or a billion for this war. She was also his personale bodyguard and he had quite takeing women to bed with him. That pained her, becuase Mala was a smart and beutiful Fulman.
His cheecks where highset, He had perfect lips, thin and a a light shade of pink. His dark red skin made him look tougher and meaner then he realy was. His deep yellow wolf eyes always picked you apart when he looked at you, yet he could show the most comapssion of any one who had survvided the civil war. He was thickly muscled, with pitch black hair on his head. And across his face hung a scar. Stretching from the upper left corner of his head and the ending at the right part of his chin you could see he had fought in more battles then he cared to count.
"Lotha, the ships exactly?" Malas voice came out, dark and smooth like chocolate. Licking her lips, suddenly an image of Mala whishper sweet things to her in bed came to her mind. Takeing a deep breath to focous her mind she spoke.
"There will be...no is exucse me..recalling all from memoir here." Malas head nodded, though in her postion she could not see it.
"Four viper Corvets. Short..each one only measures eight hundred meters in length. They each have one MAC cannon. A thirty Railguns that have a fireing rate of Thirty rounds a minute, fireing a thirty kilo Feros round, which acclerates at two to two point five percent the speed of light per second. They each it with enough force to wipe out a city sir. With an ordance of Eighty Specters missles, which have a thirty megaton Nuclear missle on them. Four Tracers missles exquiped with a Hyperdrive, and each one packed with a fifty megaton Nuclear missles. Then each Corvet has one hundred scatter Missles. Each one is in essance ten missles packed together that breack apart and provide more hell to the enemys." Lotha took a breath. Then she wnet on.
"Six Fast Attack frigates. No MAC's on them. Each one does had Forty two railguns. And each carrys the same ordance sir. Measuring Six hundred meters in length. Much faster, weaker shielding but high weapons damage. A good balance."
"Go on." Malas tone was aloft and high.
"Yes sir. Four Ares battleships. Each one of these Suckers carrys two MAC cannons, the eighty ton ones sir. That can each fire one per minute. Are one Kilo long. HAve eighty Raiguns with six Plasma turrets on them. Slow, heavy hitters. But massive shielding, they can take a beating from hell. Each one carrys two hundred Specters. Ten Tracers and one thousand Scatters."
"One forge ships to repair them. IT had maximun shielding and engiens. FAst though measuring nearly two kilos long is a target. Has point defenses only. Nothing else. Also come with strip mining equipment so the fleet can heal after each battle."
"Then four Loki class cruisers. Normal shielding. Noraml weapons though not the work horse. The carry a smaller pay load then the Vipers. And are smaller but are faster."
"One Levithan Class dreadnought. Our largest ship by far. Two and a half Kilos long. two hundred Raiguns, advanced targeting, onboard Ship AI. One two hudnred ton MAC. Two eighty Ton MACs. Thirteen two hundred Megaton Nuclear bombs. Maximum shielding, maximum firepower. This son of a bitch will take on anything in the galaxy and walk away. It is the premire ship of line now sir." Mala nodded, though Lotha would not see it.
"The transports?"
"Ten transports, each one carrying a hudnred thousand soldiers. Maximum sheilding and enough firepower to take on ground based targets. Nothing else."
"Troops." Mala seemed not to care by the tone of his voice.
"One million men. Divided into ten armys of a hudnred thousand each. Further diveided into ten thousand men Platoons. Which go into one thousand men battlions. One hundred men divsions. Fifty men cells. Twenty five men fire teams. Five men squads. Each man carrys one Thor assulte rifle, highly accurate, medium rage of five hundred meters. A Zues class machine gun, high rate of fire, medium accracy, medium killing range. Each one fires a tungenston round at onet housand meters per second." Taking another breath Lotha noted her throat was dry.
"They each have a Tiger shotgun. deadly at eighty meters and shorter, double barrle, can fire ten rounds a minute. A long range sniper rifle for kills over one kilo. A eight caliber round. Will tear through any armour and shielding."
"Sounds good. Good hunting Lotha."
Lotha nodded. Standing up she turned her back on Mala and walked out. Her body stiffly held. Death was singing as she walked out the door.
OOC: Lets have some fun huh?