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Postby Naretion » Fri Mar 11, 2016 2:59 pm

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Naretion wrote:"Thank you for your hospitality." Na'sen smiled.

When the the other Art Meks would arrive to the surface they would instantly all find their way to the library and begin reading every pile of information they could. Memorizing every single thing they read and never reading the same thing another Art Mek read. When it came to information gathering, they worked like an organized hive. Learning was the ultimate hobby for them and to be allowed access to an entire library of undiscovered knowledge was like a day alone. Na'sen oversaw them to make sure none of them overstepped their limits while he awaited any summon the Antivarians may request of them. A few Aaks had transported down as well to oversee the safety of the Art Meks, and out of curiosity of how the world below looked.


Ruse left the Ark Meks to their work. He had his own. First he had to go and present the proposed embassy the Ark Meks wanted. Than it was back to the tedious grind that came with his position. The Representatives had already been informed of the proposal. The debate was starting when Ruse entered the Legislative Hall.

Re'cas had the floor.

"The Embassy will be the first step in cementing a lasting friendship with the League. We need access to more information to fuel our own scientific research, we need trade to further our economy. They too are bound to need things we have. We need to have this embassy id we are to grow and expand our Union!" Re'cas gave a bow to signal he was done. M'kall took the floor to represent his party's position.

"That is all fine and good Re'cas, but is it a safe thing to do? All we have to judge the sincerity of these aliens is the testimony of sixty shell shocked and exhausted men. They, in there state, can not be trusted to make an informed decision on this League."

Ruse interjected, "If you are so unsure of their sincerity than we don't you speak with them? I can have the head representative down here in ten minutes"

The Legislature looked around at them selves before the Moderator, the Representative whose job it is to keep the debate going in a civil and timely matter spoke.

"Chancellor Ruse's request is granted. The alien dignitary is granted permission to speak before the Legislature"

A messenger was promptly sent to fetch Na'sen.

Na'sen received the message and followed him to The Legislature. He had expected this. Whenever once species discovers that they are not alone there are always those that react negatively. Not trusting the aliens, not wanting change, and clinging to traditions. He had read many examples of that occurring in the civilizations that The League had encountered thus far and figured he might know how to handle this meeting by drawing upon that knowledge.

When he arrived he scanned the room as he awaited instructions. He had never spoken to an entire group of persons before even though he was a diplomat. His experience was limited to interacting with individuals so this would be new.
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Postby The Greater Gambia » Fri Mar 11, 2016 3:24 pm

The NAR wrote:Maxson only nodded slyly, turning around and speaking into the comm in the cuff of his uniform. "Prep the ship for takeoff. Coordinates have already been sent. Inform the Alliance and Ostian personnel that they are to prepare for the mission. No Federation personnel are to participate. Also, relieve all Federation maintenance and informational personnel - the running of the ship will be left entirely to the Alliance. They are a volunteer fighting force, and will be used for combat and combat only". He turned back to Turing with wild eyes. "We aren't going to be the Federation's errand boy's while my people suffer. On paper, you are a volunteer force. Whether or not your shady deal requires otherwise, this ship is under my command, and you WILL follow my orders".


"Belay that order!" A voice rang throughout the CIC. Everyone looked around to see who it was, only to see the Federation Lord of Intelligence Yamin himself. Turing quickly bowed in respect to his superior.

"My apologies that you had to hear that. The Terran overstepped his-" Turing was quickly sent down to the ground by a backhanded slap. Yamin grabbed a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping off the mix of his Tagali orange blood and Turings red human blood. If the slap had come from a Human, Turing would have been unphased due to his cybernetic augmentations and the aggressor would have been on the ground in pain. This was not the case for a Tagali, with Gorilla like strength in a skinny lean Human like frame.

"He is an member of this crew, not a servant that you feel that you can beat for the slightest show of disobedience! If this is what my successor is like in the field, I may as well burn the Federation and the Galaxy down myself! At least then I'd know it wouldn't be half assed." Yamin walked up to Maxson, raising his hand. Unlike Turings greeting, Yamin simply laid his hand on his shoulder.

"Captain Maxson, your orders were to secure a Kelraaza Federation deep in Covenant Territory." Yamin paused for a second, if the man had one weakness, it was his love of theatrics.

"However, our intel proved wrong and the Covenant does not yet know of the Facilities location. I will be ordering an FIS team to secure it in your place. You are to now report to the Moresti System and aid the Alliance Forces in the system. The Federation volunteers will be staying onboard, but their Command will be going to Commander Yaliza Ol-Jahara." On queue a Tagali Woman stepped into the room, her pale skin signified she was from Santara, the Icy wasteland at the edge of the Tagali Home System.

"Commander Turing will be serving under her from now on. Captain Maxson, I would also like to speak with you privately when you return from your deployment. Make sure you come back." With that, Yamin left, leaving behind Yaliza in charge of the Federation forces in the task force and Turing on the ground, still shocked at the sight of his own blood.
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Postby The NAR » Fri Mar 11, 2016 3:42 pm

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The NAR wrote:Maxson only nodded slyly, turning around and speaking into the comm in the cuff of his uniform. "Prep the ship for takeoff. Coordinates have already been sent. Inform the Alliance and Ostian personnel that they are to prepare for the mission. No Federation personnel are to participate. Also, relieve all Federation maintenance and informational personnel - the running of the ship will be left entirely to the Alliance. They are a volunteer fighting force, and will be used for combat and combat only". He turned back to Turing with wild eyes. "We aren't going to be the Federation's errand boy's while my people suffer. On paper, you are a volunteer force. Whether or not your shady deal requires otherwise, this ship is under my command, and you WILL follow my orders".


"Belay that order!" A voice rang throughout the CIC. Everyone looked around to see who it was, only to see the Federation Lord of Intelligence Yamin himself. Turing quickly bowed in respect to his superior.

"My apologies that you had to hear that. The Terran overstepped his-" Turing was quickly sent down to the ground by a backhanded slap. Yamin grabbed a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping off the mix of his Tagali orange blood and Turings red human blood. If the slap had come from a Human, Turing would have been unphased due to his cybernetic augmentations and the aggressor would have been on the ground in pain. This was not the case for a Tagali, with Gorilla like strength in a skinny lean Human like frame.

"He is an member of this crew, not a servant that you feel that you can beat for the slightest show of disobedience! If this is what my successor is like in the field, I may as well burn the Federation and the Galaxy down myself! At least then I'd know it wouldn't be half assed." Yamin walked up to Maxson, raising his hand. Unlike Turings greeting, Yamin simply laid his hand on his shoulder.

"Captain Maxson, your orders were to secure a Kelraaza Federation deep in Covenant Territory." Yamin paused for a second, if the man had one weakness, it was his love of theatrics.

"However, our intel proved wrong and the Covenant does not yet know of the Facilities location. I will be ordering an FIS team to secure it in your place. You are to now report to the Moresti System and aid the Alliance Forces in the system. The Federation volunteers will be staying onboard, but their Command will be going to Commander Yaliza Ol-Jahara." On queue a Tagali Woman stepped into the room, her pale skin signified she was from Santara, the Icy wasteland at the edge of the Tagali Home System.

"Commander Turing will be serving under her from now on. Captain Maxson, I would also like to speak with you privately when you return from your deployment. Make sure you come back." With that, Yamin left, leaving behind Yaliza in charge of the Federation forces in the task force and Turing on the ground, still shocked at the sight of his own blood.

Maxson chuckled as Yamin left, turning to look at the pale Tagali who'd been placed in command of the ship in his absence. Though, Maxson wouldn't be going anywhere - his orders were to stay with the ship. He approached the Tagali woman with a more kind expression that he'd previously had, and shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Commander Ol-Jahara" he began, doing his best to give off a friendly vibe. While not a xenophobe, those who were aware of his prior service with Atlas would be watching him to see if he showed signs of such beliefs. "I'm sorry you had to walk in on such a mess - we've been having some... disputes over who's in command. I will however, not be leaving for the Moresti System. What is stored at the Derelict station could be beneficial to the War Effort, and I'm more than willing to share such benefits with the Federation if we can simply skip the petty fighting and focus on the real enemy: the Covenant. Ma'am, I'm sure you understand that the wholesome slaughter of millions of Humans takes priority over some new gadgets for the Federation. It isn't a matter of race, but a matter of right and wrong".
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Postby The Moscow Metro Red Line » Fri Mar 11, 2016 6:28 pm

Vers System - New Jakala - Orana Shipyard - USS Pennsylvania - CIC

Captain Kerper was silent during the whole exchange. This was his first command, but already he is not liking where it is going. He looked at both of the senior officers and spoke nervously, "I...I....errrr." As he was trying to form words, a chime came from his right ear. He pressed his immediately, "This is Captain Kerper. Excuse me? What do you mean we have extra equipment and personnel? Under whose authority? First Lieutenant, do you mind expla-" He reached into his pack and took out the small data-slate from earlier. There were words on the screen: Extraneous Order Activated - Displaying Message Immediately.

"Mmm....mmm....what? Well this changes things abit." Kerper looked at his fellow senior officers. It seems that the data-slate I gave you earlier has updated. I hope that we have some space of the extra equipment."
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Office of the Ostian Marshall of the Armed Forces
Theodore Kruger


Extraneous Order: A7C9N-02



In accordance with recent legislation passed by the Ostian Council and the Monarch along with the approval of the Solis Alliance Government, certain units of the Ostian Armed Forces will be lend-leased to the military of the Solis Alliance Military.

This lend-lease act allows the transfer of equipment, weapons, supplies, provisions, starships, and personal to the Solis Alliance military. Command of these units shall originate from the Ostian Armed Forces Command. But all unit designations and colors, will be withdrawn and replaced by Alliance unit designations and colors. All transferred personal must follow lend-lease act accordingly.

The Solis Alliance will have access to Ostian Military Intelligence in the occupied territories obtained during Operation Matryoshka. Operation Matryoshka is the tracking and reconnaissance of Covenant fleet movements and facilities in the occupied territories. Ostia is officially neutral in this conflict and has sent humanitarian convoys into the occupied territories to provide relief for the displaced refugees. While these convoys were for altruistic reasons, it was also for tactical reasons. A few ships in these convoys were equipped with specialized reconnaissance equipment. Also a few of these convoys are actually combat-ready Ostian Navy vessels in disguise. This message contains the necessary codes and frequency to make contact with such vessels in the occupied territories. That being said, many of these vessels are converging on Earth to support the defense of the System.

The following units are being leased to the Solis Alliance in the first draft: 3rd, 7th, and 9th Valkyrie Regiments (Est. 2,700~ personnel), 99th and 31st Mechanized Infantry Brigades (Est. 10,000~ personnel), 29th, 42nd, 54th, and 71st Orbital Knights (Est. 280~ Battlesuits), 15th, 18th, 39th, and 42nd Light Infantry Battalions (Est. 3,600~ personnel), 5th and 6th Marine Battalions (Est. 1,800~ personnel), 9th, 43rd, and 21st Fleets (Est. 3,725~ vessels of various classes) and 3rd Specialist Company (Est. 150 personnel).


Protocol 02 - Concerning the Ostian Volunteer Force

The following will appear exclusively for the Ostian Volunteer Force.

Your mission is still under effect despite the lend-lease. However, you may transfer personal from the lend-leased units under the authorization of the Mission Commander and the Alliance Military, the latter has more weight however.

First Lieutenant Minna Linden has permission to utilize the Su-01 unit if the situation or mission demands it. Standard protocol regarding the Project are under effect as of immediately.
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Postby The Empire of Pretantia » Fri Mar 11, 2016 7:35 pm

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Krasny System - Orbit around Krasny - Krasny Fleet Starbase

The universal translator had created a working program to decipher the language being transmitted by the Ark Union ships. After a few minutes the Ostian defense fleet relayed the following transmission: "This is the Krasny Border Guard Fleet of the Autocratic Ostian Protectorate to those of the said 'Ark Union'. You have permission to enter Ostian territory. For the time being you must orbit the following coordinates and await the following supplies. We are unprepared for events such as these, but we'll try our best to accommodate you the best we can."

The coordinates were set for the name-sake planet of the system, Krasny, which was the capital planet of the system. There were barely any settlements on the planet, but there were many ruins of farmtowns and wreckage of agriculture equipment scattered all over the surface. It was obvious for those looking at the planet that this was an abandoned agriculture world. A quick scan revealed that this planet was still habitable, perfect for recolonization.

The world Krasny was so tempting for The Union. A world ripe for colonization, only a few inhabitants to worry about. The agricultural output it could provide was sufficient for this massive fleet, and it would be the perfect retirement home for decommissioned ships turned hab blocks. So easy would it be to simply swoop down and take the world, but the fleet was content with staring at the little green dot enviously through the portholes.

Meanwhile, in the rotunda of the city ship Urg-Dan

A great opportunity laid before the Ark Union. The fleet had met a new nation, one that did not attack unprovoked. With new potential on the horizon, the Union must act quickly. The council of representatives called for an emergency session to discuss the new development. The forty councillors, ten from each of the four races, gathered in the rotunda of Urg-Dan, last city-ship of the Urg. The subject of this session: diplomacy with this Ostian Protectorate. It may have seemed the obvious decision was submission in return for that small planet, but the crews of the Union were diverse and divided.

First before the council was the Oni lord of the Cold Fire Clan, Zaruicho Toso. A broad and round thing, Zaruicho once prided himself on his muscular form that had deteriorated since the Dugat Campaign. Today he stood before his kin and his comrades humbled, to give a proposal as divisive as nuclear fission.

"Brothers, allies, fellows of the Ark Union, we have come across good fortune. We have found a nation that shows interest in diplomacy. What this council had strongly considered so far is that we persuade them to lend us the planet we now orbit. The thought is narcotic; we could finally have a homeworld, for all of us. It could be a stable foundation upon which we build a new nation, free from the Orso Empire at last. Yes? But that's the question: would we be free from the Orso Empire with only one undeveloped world to our name? Remember, the Orso Navy is on our sterns yet, and should we stay for too long the might of ten fire brigades will befall us. "

"But what about these Ostians!"cried the Urg councillor Olibor,"If we submit to them, then surely they would help us fight back against the Orso Empire. Ten brigades or twenty, if the Ostians have the fleet to match we could make the enemy think twice about pursuing."

"Submit to another nation? Are you mad?"the Durga Argul questioned Olibor's wisdom,"What is the difference between submitting to the Orso and to the Ostians? I would rather move on and fight the Empire to the death than to kneel before another king!"

Just forty councillors in such a large room created a surprisingly loud ruckus. The Oni mocked the Urg's height, the Urg insulted the Grenda's mothers, the Grenda threatened the Durga, and the Durga threw a fit. It became less a meeting and more a bird cage. Eventually though, this bickering would have to stop, and to hasten that a single councillor spoke up.

"ENOUGH! ENOUGH!" a voice demanded. The chamber fell silent, eyes fell to a single stalwart Urg. He was the last Torpan, Hali, and by his name the entire ship would halt. Hali did not have an alternative for the others; he simply tired of the conjecture.

"We are speculating and debating based on what has yet to be certain. It may be that they sympathize and assist us, or it may be they turn us away. It may also be the Orso catch our scent and destroy us for good. But before we know for sure, wee must wait to take further action."

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Marshal Kevins


It was impressive how modern powered armor was made. For months engineers machined the parts, fine-tuning them to exacting standards. Highly skilled and highly dedicated craftsmen worked tirelessly assembling these thousands components with heavy machinery and precision manipulators, ensuring each bolt and each plug was in the right place. The end product was the latest generation of war machine, a suit of self-propelled death weighing in the tons.

Marshal Kevins witnessed the slow construction of these new suits from above as he passed on a catwalk through the bay. His guide pointed out the nuances of these new designs, not that he understood anything about it besides "bigger and badder". The latest model, Mark 6-3Y, was alleged to be Generation 6.5, featuring greater size and mobility over previous models. However, not since the Dugat Campaign has any Gen 6 been battleproven against a strong foe; only search and destroy missions are to their credit. The inevitable conflicts with foreign nations both human and alien would surely be their first true engagements, but the suits might not be enough after the HMHI'S downsizing during this new Pax Orso.

"- But this is not nearly our greatest project, Marshal,"The guide admitted. He guided Kevins and his entourage down the stairs and through a long hallway. The group emerged in another bay, covered in sterile tents and high-voltage equipment. The guide pointed to one large clear tent that contained a bulbous apparatus. Scientists surrounded the tent, observing as arcs of lightning flickered around the device.

"Is this an E-shield?" Kevins asked unsurprised. To him, it seemed like atm ordinary shield generator, like what goes on a ship or a tank. To this the guide shook his head.

"It is an E-shield, but that is not the significant part. Notice its size."

Kevins took a second glance. It did seem a bit smaller than a tank E-shield, though not by much. Still, he could tell to what end the eggheads were reaching for. Should the technology become small enough, it could fit on a suit of powered armor, greatly enhancing a grenadier's survivability.

"This is our goal for the next generation of armor,"said the guide,"With E-shielding a grenadier can survive what few kinds of weaponry that can threaten him. The Pad Orso shall end one day, but before then the HMHI shall be invincible, ready to face the alien nations that now threaten the Empire."

"Indeed, Doctor. I hope to see this new generation soon."

"Unfortunately, miniaturization is a lengthy process. Each decrease in size takes ever increasing effort. We may not even see Generation Seven for another decade."

"Perhaps. Or perhaps, another nation lets that secret slip. Anyway, shall we continue?"

"Yes sir, right this way. Allow me to introduce the newest model of A-grav tanks..."
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Postby Spindle » Sat Mar 12, 2016 4:29 am

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Bernard's Star


Luxor wasn't expecting anything much to happen this shift. In fact, he was expecting near enough nothing to happen. If he was lucky, an asteroid might pass close enough for him to justify zapping it, but that would likely be it. And it was less than a one in twenty for that to happen. Still, much better to have a boring shift than to be shot at. Much better this way.

The b-space warning flared up in Luxor's head as the translation was completed, the gamma rays reaching the platform's sensors a briefest instant later. Other sensors scrambled to achieve a target lock on the newcomer before a comms LASER played over the 12-BS' hull. An ISC-pattern encrypted LASER. The target lock confirmed it: she was a friendly.

"Name, rank and serial number." Luxor requested, his reply typically prompt:

"Captain Tareus, 818-Bravo." The voice on the other end said. Immediately, his BuPers file popped up in Luxor's head.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, a frown creasing his face, "Aren't you Cerateal Orbit Guard?"

"There isn't a Cerateal anymore." The voice on the other end crackled, "And the people who did it are coming here."

Luxor gulped at the news. Well, there went any boredom for this shift. Gods dammit.

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Broken WInd
New Jakala Orbit


Kaff pulled up the holo-conference option and sent a request through to the station's information portal for a conference-link. The response was almost-instantaneous, and the room was converted into a far more formal setting. Thank the Gods for Ostian holo-technology was all Kaff was going to say about that. After all, the CIC was...less than formal. Or possibly just casual. Kaff wasn't really sure anymore.

"Apologies for my lateness." He bowed his head slightly, "What'd I miss?"
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Postby The Greater Gambia » Sat Mar 12, 2016 9:25 am

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"Belay that order!" A voice rang throughout the CIC. Everyone looked around to see who it was, only to see the Federation Lord of Intelligence Yamin himself. Turing quickly bowed in respect to his superior.

"My apologies that you had to hear that. The Terran overstepped his-" Turing was quickly sent down to the ground by a backhanded slap. Yamin grabbed a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping off the mix of his Tagali orange blood and Turings red human blood. If the slap had come from a Human, Turing would have been unphased due to his cybernetic augmentations and the aggressor would have been on the ground in pain. This was not the case for a Tagali, with Gorilla like strength in a skinny lean Human like frame.

"He is an member of this crew, not a servant that you feel that you can beat for the slightest show of disobedience! If this is what my successor is like in the field, I may as well burn the Federation and the Galaxy down myself! At least then I'd know it wouldn't be half assed." Yamin walked up to Maxson, raising his hand. Unlike Turings greeting, Yamin simply laid his hand on his shoulder.

"Captain Maxson, your orders were to secure a Kelraaza Federation deep in Covenant Territory." Yamin paused for a second, if the man had one weakness, it was his love of theatrics.

"However, our intel proved wrong and the Covenant does not yet know of the Facilities location. I will be ordering an FIS team to secure it in your place. You are to now report to the Moresti System and aid the Alliance Forces in the system. The Federation volunteers will be staying onboard, but their Command will be going to Commander Yaliza Ol-Jahara." On queue a Tagali Woman stepped into the room, her pale skin signified she was from Santara, the Icy wasteland at the edge of the Tagali Home System.

"Commander Turing will be serving under her from now on. Captain Maxson, I would also like to speak with you privately when you return from your deployment. Make sure you come back." With that, Yamin left, leaving behind Yaliza in charge of the Federation forces in the task force and Turing on the ground, still shocked at the sight of his own blood.

Maxson chuckled as Yamin left, turning to look at the pale Tagali who'd been placed in command of the ship in his absence. Though, Maxson wouldn't be going anywhere - his orders were to stay with the ship. He approached the Tagali woman with a more kind expression that he'd previously had, and shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Commander Ol-Jahara" he began, doing his best to give off a friendly vibe. While not a xenophobe, those who were aware of his prior service with Atlas would be watching him to see if he showed signs of such beliefs. "I'm sorry you had to walk in on such a mess - we've been having some... disputes over who's in command. I will however, not be leaving for the Moresti System. What is stored at the Derelict station could be beneficial to the War Effort, and I'm more than willing to share such benefits with the Federation if we can simply skip the petty fighting and focus on the real enemy: the Covenant. Ma'am, I'm sure you understand that the wholesome slaughter of millions of Humans takes priority over some new gadgets for the Federation. It isn't a matter of race, but a matter of right and wrong".


"It is no problem indeed, Commander Daniel." Yaliza Ol-Jahara said. Unlike Turing who would have used the Terran Captains first name out of disrespect,Yaliza simply did it out of custom, as Tagali culture dictated the first name go after the title in respect that the individual, not their family name.

"I'm afraid that where the Kelraaza technology ends up is not your call or mine, however, if the Covenant gets there first and there is something significant there, it will not end well for either of our nations. So I say, as you humans say, we "stick a pin in that"." Just than the Spindlean Captain arrived via hologram.

"Greetings, I am Commander Yaliza Ol-Jahara, leader of all Federation Forces in the Task Force. This is my colleague Captain Daniel Maxson, Captain of this ship and leader of Alliance Forces aboard this vessel. And this here is Captain Wilhelm Kerper of Ostian forces in the task force.

We are about to embark on our first mission into Covenant Space. I will send you the details later. Just have your crew ready to leave momentarily."
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Postby Spindle » Sat Mar 12, 2016 11:47 am

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Broken Wind
New Jakala Orbit


Kaff glanced across at each face in turn, trying his best to memorise each one and their names. He'd recognise their uniforms and rank insignia without too much difficulty, but it would be embarrassing if he forgot names halfway through an oplan meeting. And worse if it happened in the middle of something of a diplomatic nature. Which, judging from the faces of the two Humans here and the Tagali, although he was never sure if he could trust their body language to be Human, he had. Resisting the urge to salute, he instead nodded once to each of his new superiors. Not that the itch in his hand left him at any point, of course. He was a soldier through and through. Which was probably why he was being payed for this-the brass knew they could rely on him to be the informal ISC presence here without risking the necessity of plausible deniability.

"Aye-aye, ma'am." He relied with a lopsided smile and a sharp nod, "Prepping for translation and initiating preliminary unclamping. What's our first jump point?"
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Postby The NAR » Sat Mar 12, 2016 1:12 pm

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Titan Station // Gemini System // Atlas Space
Atlas Headquarters



Ashur stood in his office, arms crossed behind his back, and stared in the direction of the Gemini Stars which were almost blocked out by the hundreds of thousands of ships - all bearing Atlas insignia. It was an impressive fleet, to say the least - one of the most cutting-edge in the Galaxy. It was the result of a 10 year-long military build-up, which had boosted the Post-Highbreed Atlas Navy from just 72,000 vessels to more than 100,000. The program also included the creation of a genetically modified clone army, which had proved to be, in it's many trials, an extremely efficient fighting force. It's members were strong, intelligent on the Battlefield, and deathly loyal to Ashur and the Atlas Cause.

"Are they ready to be deployed against the Covenant?" Ashur asked, keeping a fixed gaze at the titanic fleet. Admiral Layette, Head of the Atlas Fleets, was standing beside him, and nodded.

"Yes, sir. We can have the Fleets engaging the Covenant conventionally within 48 hours. Our ships are more advanced than theirs, so with the newfound numbers, we can be decisive in victory". Ashur turned to the Admiral and nodded.

"Our informants have discovered a Derelict station in the Zobus System - one that was once controlled by the Kelraaza. Commander Maxson and his ship have been tasked with sweeping and scuttling the station, but the FIS will end up in control of everything they find. Get a Flotilla of our best Stealth Vessels to the Zobus System, have Marines board, secure, and clean the station of all valuables and information... then scuttle it. Rumor has it there is a Kelraaza Dreadnought there as well - secure that as fast as possible and pull it out of the System".

"Yes, Ashur"
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Outreach Station, Eto Prime, Eto, Faux System

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The air was cold. Outreach, being an auxiliary station, and one destined to be decommissioned in the near future, had only the most rudimentary of systems running, and keeping the entire transit hub heated would be an unnecessary waste. A minor inconvenience considering the benefit of their privacy.

Minister Tayo and ambassador Tataro had arrived only moments ago from the New Haven. A personal transport from the Spire, smaller than those in use by the HDF, had made haste to reach the station, arriving well before the Nomu and the human vessel. It would take a few minutes more for them to arrive, so for the time being the delegation awaited in the station’s STC center, having a clear view of the hangar that the humans would be ordered to dock in. With luck the humans would have a transport to cross over in, it being unlikely that their docking ports would be compatible with Faulian designs.

“Exciting, is it not?” Tataro asked. He was sitting in a chair and leaning so that his elbow could rest on the ledge encircling the viewport, head resting in his hand. “First contact twice in one week. We must be popular.”

“I’d rather us not be,” Tayo sighed, choosing to stand. “We have enough to worry about with the Zhong Vey, and humans tend to be-”

“Unpredictable?”

Tayo didn’t answer. She had never met a human in person, but reports about the larger civilizations had made it clear that they were prone to irrationality, often times choosing violence in favor of diplomacy. In fact, the current rumors of war in the galaxy involved a human faction, the Alliance or something along those lines. The humans Tayo was about to meet may not be aligned to any known group, but that didn’t make them any more understandable.

Tataro offered a shrug. “They like to talk. That’s good.”

“But will they listen?”

“They have so far,” Tataro pointed out. “Think positive. We make a new friend, humans at that, and we have another advantage. Humans have some sort of honor between them, so maybe the others will be more willing to listen to us because of it, or at the very least may be dissuaded to do anything rash.”

Tayo looked pass Tataro and into the empty hangar bay. “I hope you’re right.”



Further out in the system the human vessel was being escorted by the Nomu and two other HDF destroyers. The Nomu was weapons cold, but the other ships had made certain to bring their weapon systems online, a valid response given the human’s sudden intrusion. Due to the Faulians using ballistic systems it wouldn’t be readily apparent that their systems were online, but the fact that radar was kept locked to the human ship would be some cause for concern.

Vera, still playing the role of captain, was sitting in Nell’s seat on the bridge, foot tapping in a loose rhythm. Her talk with the humans had been annoying, both sides having given in to hotheadedness. The humans had a chip on their shoulder as did Vera. “How far out are we?”

“Entering Eto’s influence in sixty seconds,” the navigation officer said.

A sigh as Vera stood to send another message to the humans. “Humans, this is the Nomu. We are sending you the coordinates to Outreach Station where are little talk will be held for the time being. Do not deviate from your path. We will be entering civilian traffic and any sudden actions on your part will be taken for hostility, and I’d rather not have to fill out the paperwork for such an incident.”

Sixty seconds passed and the ships entered Eto’s influence. A few minutes later and their orbit had brought them around to the moon of Eto Prime, the Faulian homeworld. STC had cleared a path to Outreach. They would arrive momentarily.

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This victory at Cerateal proved to be a great one, as the Colma now had access to star-charts of the Soft-Skin territory. Skralk sent a request for reinforcements, and the Council provided, sending 15 more Hives and the Colma flagship Righteous Extermination commanded by Supreme Prime Warlord Oxlos to Cerateal.

Oxlos was a Crathama of average size, yet He seemed to be larger due to the aura of respect he seemed to generate. As Supreme Prime Warlord, that made Oxlos the single most powerful Colma besides the Progenitor, as he controlled the entirety of the Colma military. Oxlos gave the order for 9 Hives and The Righteous Extermination to proceed to the next system.

The Righteous Extermination was a massive ship, topping off at 19000 Meters long, and 3000 Meters wide. It was armed to the teeth with 600 Light Particle cannons, 600 Particle Beams, and 350 Heavy Particle cannons. It also sported its own hanger bays, and held a compliment of 800 Sting Fighters. It’s shield array made it incredibly durable, and it possessed teleporter technology with a large amount of troops onboard for raiding and colonization. However a ship its size was slow, and at sublight speeds it would struggle to catch anything.

The fleet arrived in the next sector, and was met with an impressive defense force. “Open communication frequencies.” Oxlos ordered, and the Comm officer did so. Oxlos spoke. “Attention filthy Soft-skin fleet that dares to stand in our way. Surrender now or you will be annihilated. You can still live as slaves under the Colma Hive.” He said, his voice carrying a commanding tone.
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"Very well then. Matt, tell the crew to get their suits on. Regardless of this Outreach's atmosphere, I want to be safe. Annoying that we humans are so fragile," Ky laughed hollowly. Matt responded solemnly by reaching under the control panels, fetching two of the oxygen masks. He handed one to Ky while he notified the few crew of their imminent docking. Ky turned back towards the aging video equipment and flashed a smile. "We'll head right over, just give us a little while to sort out some stuff." He flicked the transmission off, and the screen went blank. "Ahh, dearie me. One down."

"Do you want someone in the MAX, Ky?"

"Yes, but strip the weapons," Ky replied as he fumbled with the straps of his [urlmask and the pipe connected to an oxygen tank, similar to the old technologies of fighter pilots during pre-space times. Old concept, new gear, just as reliable as ever. "I want the most responsible crew member using the MAX. Most of you greens haven't seen one in action before, its a hell of a sight when an idiot controls it, with or without the Mercies."
A small flash opened up on one of the many lights on the control panel, and Matt hurriedly data-vised Ky's nanonics.
"Ky, I'm getting a wave transmitted, from the Lord of Ruin himself. He says to continue what we're doing. There's a squadron of voidhawks preparing in case it heats up... holy shit, it's going to be led by Syrinx and Oenone...

"Syrinx? Oenone? I didn't know the Lord of Ruin placed so much worth in punishment squads. Nice, I suppose. We'll get to meet the Ruin's greatest voidhawk captain if things get heated.

Transitioning back to speech, Ky rattled off the order to move towards the Outreach co-ordinates, as a lucky crew member made his way into the bridge, not that he had far to walk. Dressed in the hulking MAX suit minus the weapons, the soldier's head was dangerously close to touching the roof of the tiny spacecraft. Creaks and clanks sounded with each step. The soldier inside rolled her neck, and spoke calmly. "Alright boys, what's the orders?"
“We’re going to end up in whatever station they’ve got. You’re showing off and if they start shooting you’re a bullet sponge so we can escape.”

“Meh. I’m quite enjoying this.”
“And it’ll be the last time if you don’t take it seriously,” Ky replied sharply, “Stay near the airlock, we don’t want to take too long to exit once we get down there. Matt, B\bring a processer block as a translator when we get down there, load it up with Ruin data fleks on culture, history and all that crap and I want all the guns of the crew locked, and me given the fire authority code. I strongly suspect that even a twitch from the Faulians will make them cause a firefight. If we mess up here we’re risking the lives of a squadron of Ruined Navy captains, ourselves and our country.”

“They don’t give Tactician ranks out for nothing.”

“Damn right they don’t. Get the ship moving.” The Second Chance accelerated gently towards Outreach, with the Faulians keeping eye on them.


Tranquillity, Pacem, The Ruin

As the hustle and bustle of Tranquillity continued all around and all the time, the spaceport, consisting of several massive discs partially housed within the habitat’s tissue, was a fairly important part of the self-sustaining creature. While most of the Ruin’s Navy was off doing patrols, running after pirates, catching criminals or exploring in better conditions than the Second Chance, several were packing a cargo of somewhat new mining equipment to transport to Estia’s asteroid belts. Sitting inside her voidhawk’s crew toroid, Syrinx watched over the operation with Oenone, her ship.
These cargo charters are boring, Syrinx, Oenone said to her over their affinity link, I wish Michael wasn’t so protective of us.
Oh, hush now Oenone, you know my uncle keeps us doing these little boring things so we don’t get killed. He thinks us the best out of everyone else, he doesn’t want to lose us., Syrinx replied cheerfully.
It’s been ages since we’ve really flown anywhere. The closest we’ve gotten to something exciting is that international smuggler that accidently jumped into our system, thinking it was empty.
Syrinx remained silent as Tranquillity’s affinity linked with hers out of nowhere. Oenone listened in as well.

How are you faring, Syrinix and Oenone?
Very good, Tranquillity. What’s up?
Michael wants you combat-ready, Tranquillity explained as the readouts of the Second Chance’s situation read out into her vision and into the ship’s mind.
A combat mission? Really! Oenone said excitedly. But why does Michael want us to go over to this place? He’s usually so cautious with deploying the Navy.
You’re not actually being deployed yet, just put on stand-by. Otherwise, it’s a show of strength, and he really wants this punishment squad back for some reason if something goes wrong.
Sure, I’ll start emptying the cargo and loading the combat wasps. Do we have anyone else joining us on stand-by?
The six or seven voidhawks and a blackhawk currently residing in the port as well.
Thank you, Tranquillity Syrinx said as the habitat left to resume its duties. When it had left, she and Oenone cheered with absolute glee.
Finally, combat! This will be fun!
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Kaff glanced across at each face in turn, trying his best to memorise each one and their names. He'd recognise their uniforms and rank insignia without too much difficulty, but it would be embarrassing if he forgot names halfway through an oplan meeting. And worse if it happened in the middle of something of a diplomatic nature. Which, judging from the faces of the two Humans here and the Tagali, although he was never sure if he could trust their body language to be Human, he had. Resisting the urge to salute, he instead nodded once to each of his new superiors. Not that the itch in his hand left him at any point, of course. He was a soldier through and through. Which was probably why he was being payed for this-the brass knew they could rely on him to be the informal ISC presence here without risking the necessity of plausible deniability.

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"Our first mission is in the Zobus Nebula deep in Covenant Space, simple retrieval and resource denial. We shall be back in friendlier harbors soon." Shiva soon reappeared on the Holo-projector.

"Captain Maxson, Commander Yaliza, Yongmee maintenance teams are reporting that the ship is green for launch. May I begin launching procedures?"
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"Atlas is indeed worrying," Gavid replied. "The extremists have already shaken the balance of power in the galaxy, and if the Alliance wins, they will cause even more chaos."

Gavid then listened as Yamin asked hip about Operation: Shakti par Lauten. Gavid had a confused look on his face, as he was unfamiliar with the operation.

"My advisors have not," Gavid replied. "What is this operation?"

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For millennia, the Covenant has largely ignored the Zobus System - deeming it unimportant and unresourceful since it was first discovered thousands of years ago. Little to no inhabitants, hardly but a Covenant ship for lighyears, but yet so very vital. What the Covenant has failed to discover is that within the Zobus System is one of the last Kelraaza stations, which is rumored to contain one of their last legendary Dreadnoughts. When the Pro-Human Organization known as Atlas discovered this, they did not hesitate to put plans in order to raid the station. An Atlas Cruiser, the ASV MacArthur, and two supporting Frigates, would enter the System and quickly enter FTL until they arrived outside of the station. It was massive in size, likely the size of a large asteroid, and the architecture alone made it look and seem so ancient. Almost immediately, they were engaged by automated defenses which seemed to come.out of nowhere, and were quickly everywhere. Mostly station-bound cannons, they opened fire on the Atlas vessels. Though, the advanced shielding technology Atlas ships were equipped with would deflect most incoming fire.

Through the fighting, Captain Winfrey of the ASV MacArthur would catch a glimpse of a massive vessel - larger than any ship in the fleets of Atlas - and knew almost immediately that it was the legendary Kelraaza Dreadnought. More than 350 Atlas Marines would be sent in various different boarding parties to locations across the Station, and the Dreadnought, while the three vessels battled with ancient automations.
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The Orson Empire wrote:Kalam, Kalam System, Federation Space

"Atlas is indeed worrying," Gavid replied. "The extremists have already shaken the balance of power in the galaxy, and if the Alliance wins, they will cause even more chaos."

Gavid then listened as Yamin asked hip about Operation: Shakti par Lauten. Gavid had a confused look on his face, as he was unfamiliar with the operation.

"My advisors have not," Gavid replied. "What is this operation?"


Yamin took another sip of his tea before explaining.

It is a Class-01 Classification, but since I am Lord of Intelligence of the Federation, I can share that information with anyone I feel needs to know, within reason of course. Operation: Shakti par Lauten is written in Traxian Hindi, one of the many Human languages. It means Return to power. If the Alliance wins the war and adds Covenant territory, it could be the rise of a power that could further destabilize the galaxy. To prevent this, the Federation is willing to aid and supply a revolt lead by your regime to retake the Covenant, bringing an end to the war and keeping the Alliance from expanding."
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The Orson Empire wrote:Kalam, Kalam System, Federation Space

"Atlas is indeed worrying," Gavid replied. "The extremists have already shaken the balance of power in the galaxy, and if the Alliance wins, they will cause even more chaos."

Gavid then listened as Yamin asked hip about Operation: Shakti par Lauten. Gavid had a confused look on his face, as he was unfamiliar with the operation.

"My advisors have not," Gavid replied. "What is this operation?"


Yamin took another sip of his tea before explaining.

It is a Class-01 Classification, but since I am Lord of Intelligence of the Federation, I can share that information with anyone I feel needs to know, within reason of course. Operation: Shakti par Lauten is written in Traxian Hindi, one of the many Human languages. It means Return to power. If the Alliance wins the war and adds Covenant territory, it could be the rise of a power that could further destabilize the galaxy. To prevent this, the Federation is willing to aid and supply a revolt lead by your regime to retake the Covenant, bringing an end to the war and keeping the Alliance from expanding."

"A noble plan," Gavid would say, "but I highly doubt that the Alliance could conquer the Covenant, especially considering their poor performance in this war. Even if the Covenant were to cease to exist, the idea of the Covenant would still exists in the minds of the trillions of Cho'Dosans and humans that were once part of it. They would restore the Covenant, one way or another."

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Yamin took another sip of his tea before explaining.

It is a Class-01 Classification, but since I am Lord of Intelligence of the Federation, I can share that information with anyone I feel needs to know, within reason of course. Operation: Shakti par Lauten is written in Traxian Hindi, one of the many Human languages. It means Return to power. If the Alliance wins the war and adds Covenant territory, it could be the rise of a power that could further destabilize the galaxy. To prevent this, the Federation is willing to aid and supply a revolt lead by your regime to retake the Covenant, bringing an end to the war and keeping the Alliance from expanding."

"A noble plan," Gavid would say, "but I highly doubt that the Alliance could conquer the Covenant, especially considering their poor performance in this war. Even if the Covenant were to cease to exist, the idea of the Covenant would still exists in the minds of the trillions of Cho'Dosans and humans that were once part of it. They would restore the Covenant, one way or another."


"The Federation doesn't want to find out if the Alliance is capable, the Federation would rather have a friendly Covenant Nation than a conquered Covenant people. As you've said, Atlas has shaken the power balance in the galaxy, with them backing the Alliance, they could shake it even more, especially if they claim Covenant resources and territory. It is in the best interests of the Federation and the galaxy to keep the status quo."
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Outreach Station, Eto Prime, Eto, Faux System

True Refuge wrote:...

HDF troopers were the first to step into the hangar bay, armed but with their weapons at their sides, rather relaxed all things considered. Though this changed to a nervous tension upon seeing the large suit of metal standing there to greet them. Even the Minister, numb from recent events, was taken aback ever slightly by the sight. The suit of metal, while not appearing armed in any way, looked capable of causing enough damage with or without a weapon. Tataro regarded the armor with a small look that was unreadable.

The humans had been led to Outreach by the Nomu and had since boarded. They looked as one would expect a human to look and, already being similar in appearance to the Faulians themselves, there was no gawking to be had as there had been with the Zhong Vey. Simply put they were unimpressive, though the Faulians weren’t something grand either.

Minister Tayo stood front and center, Tataro at her side and several aides behind. The HDF troopers found a place rather awkwardly on either side, looking nervously from the Minister to the suit of armor and back again, no doubt hoping that no conflict would arise between them if only to avoid confronting the armor. Tayo, on the other hand, assume the extra security brought by the humans to be a form of intimidation, something which Tataro agreed with in a whisper. Either the humans were that confident in themselves or they were playing a bluff early on. Tayo couldn’t be for certain, so she would do as Tataro had on Inaba and play a bluff of her own, attempting to exert a power that the Faulians did not possess.

“I would welcome you, but first I must give you warning that breaching our territory is not a wise course of action, and it would be in your best interests to proceed with caution in the future” the Minister said, keeping her voice level. “I am Minister Tayo. Though I do not dislike you humans, your arrival has placed an unfortunate burden on my shoulders. Only our allies know the exact coordinates to this system, of which you are not, so we must solve this impasse, diplomatically if at all possible. I’d like to avoid a conflict if at all possible if only to avoid hostile actions so close to a civilian center.”

A few of the HDF troopers shifted uncomfortably. None had ever seen combat, much less a threatening situation, and though the Minister was playing her cards the inexperienced troopers were likely to give away the ploy. Not that it would matter if worse came to worse. The single human ship was outnumbered, flanked by three HDF destroyers. Unless they were idiots the humans knew that, while they may have some advantage on station, they were outgunned in orbit. Perhaps that would be enough for cooperation.

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Beiarusia wrote:...

It was quite unfortunate that Minister Tayo came to that conclusion, for despite the presence of the MAX, most of the crew and punishment squad were terrified and close to losing their lunch, if anything sizeable had been provided for them. Most took consolation in the great clanking noises that the mostly mechanical armour suit made as it slowly moved down with them, and the fact that it seemed to scare a few of the guards that had been positioned around them. Half-hearted jokes and cursing flew over their nanonics and between the few with affinity, hidden from their leader Ky, who couldn't really care less.

Before the crew had exited their ship, the hushed whispers of the excited were shared as the soldiers pulled on crumpled and hastily dusted off uniforms and weaponry in preparation for the descent onto the station's landing pad. Ky had been cautious, encouraging the crew of greens to take calming stimulant programs to avoid a happy trigger finger killing them all, despite him having all of their guns locked. Matt had organised the squad into a somewhat presentable organization as they stepped onto the pad in their black and red fatigues.

The moment Ky's eyes fell upon the welcoming party, tactical simulation programs began taking in the situation and cataloguing the many possible outcomes of the situation. His uniform was a little more pristine then his fellows, emblazoned with the rank insignia of a Tactician. Thoughts of promotion, medals, fame and the like made themselves known within him. Ky, just like every other middle-rank Ruined soldier, wanted the venerable position of High Tactician, advisor to the Lord of Ruin himself, and this encounter, if played right, could get him there. From behind his mask, he glanced around at the architecture of the station, eyes constantly flicking around and nanonics taking pictures. Suddenly, one of the welcoming Faulians spoke, and Ky quickly raised his processor block to translate it, after telling his squad to quiet.

“I would welcome you, but first I must give you warning that breaching our territory is not a wise course of action, and it would be in your best interests to proceed with caution in the future” the Minister said, keeping her voice level. “I am Minister Tayo. Though I do not dislike you humans, your arrival has placed an unfortunate burden on my shoulders. Only our allies know the exact coordinates to this system, of which you are not, so we must solve this impasse, diplomatically if at all possible. I’d like to avoid a conflict if at all possible if only to avoid hostile actions so close to a civilian center.”


Ky listened carefully to the computerized translation from the processor block, and browsed through the selection of plans that his programs had created for him. He raised an eyebrow at the seemingly veiled threat, but replied with a clear and calm voice, similar to his counterpart, but very different to the Ky on the ship. His nanonics displayed a speech tailored to sound as much diplomatic as possible "Then I would thank you, Minister Tayo. I apologize for our sudden and unexplained arrival in your territory. As you probably already know, we stumbled in due to faulty sensors and equipment, a great embarrassment on our part. You do not need to worry about a conflict, I have locked my squad's weaponry for the meantime, lest a twitchy trigger finger leave a bad first impression. Unfortunately, I nor my fellows are not qualified for diplomatic discussions like these, so I must also apologize in advance if I make an off-remark. Onwards then, was there something you'd like to discuss? I haven't got anything, I'm more shocked then curious at the moment.


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Tranquility, Pacem, the Ruin.


By now, the squadron of voidhawks and its sole blackhawk had already departed from Tranquillity's spaceport, accompanied by a somewhat warm personal message from the Lord of Ruin and the usual impassive goodbyes from Tranquillity itself. Syrinx, along with the few other crew members involved in the operation of a hawk, were resting in the crew toroid while Oenone flew over to the jump co-ordinate, the first swallow of several that would take them to the "Faulians", as the report named them. Captain Syrinx was dressed in her pristine captain fatigues, a standard military uniform accompanied by a shining star, symbolizing her importance. A few medals were dashed around for good measure. For the meantime, while the flight went on and the crew talked and laughed, Syrinx rested her chin on her hand, and sighed with boredom outwards at the view. Oenone watched her carefully.
What's wrong, Syrinx? We're about to go on a combat mission! it said excitedly.
It's a swallow in, rescue this squad, and get out if it goes wrong. If it goes right, we don't have to do anything.
Michael might still send us on a diplomatic mission depending on how it goes...

Oh, it's not that, Oenone, it's just that it's already been a year or two since we bonded and we've done nothing much.
We talk about this everyday, don't we.., the ship replied tiredly. But I share your distress.
Why can't we go back to the old days of finding that one single Highbreed ship, going all pew-pew and seeing it blow up? Deploying all our combat wasps? It has been so long since our last space battle, that thirty seconds of adrenalin filled time.
I wish for it as much as you do. But we have to wait, annoyingly.

Syrinx grumbled and returned to her position of gazing out into space. Several of the other hawk captains had tried to talk to her, but they'd known her boredom too, and graciously left her alone for the time being. The planning would come later, if it was necessary.
COMMUNIST
"If we have food, he will eat. If we have air, he will breathe. If we have fuel, he will fly." - Becky Chambers, Record of a Spaceborn Few
"One does not need to be surprised then, when 26 years later the outrageous slogan is repeated, which we Marxists burned all bridges with: to “pick up” the banner of the bourgeoisie. - International Communist Party, Dialogue with Stalin.

ML, anarchism, co-operativism (known incorrectly as "Market Socialism"), Proudhonism, radical liberalism, utopianism, social democracy, national capitalism, Maoism, etc. are not communist tendencies. Read a book already.

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Postby Ithalian Empire » Mon Mar 14, 2016 6:39 am

Naretion wrote:Na'sen received the message and followed him to The Legislature. He had expected this. Whenever once species discovers that they are not alone there are always those that react negatively. Not trusting the aliens, not wanting change, and clinging to traditions. He had read many examples of that occurring in the civilizations that The League had encountered thus far and figured he might know how to handle this meeting by drawing upon that knowledge.

When he arrived he scanned the room as he awaited instructions. He had never spoken to an entire group of persons before even though he was a diplomat. His experience was limited to interacting with individuals so this would be new.


The Moderator stood up, "Welcome to the Legislative Hall, we are sorry to interrupt you in your most honorable search for knowledge, but we have been informed that your government wishes to construct an embassy on our world. We would like to hear from yourself the benefits such a building would have on the Union as whole, it costs, who is to provide labour, and to easy some hesitations some of our members have about letting an alien race have a permanent presence on Antivar. After word debate will continue and a final vote will be taken before the day is out." The Moderator went quiet, so as to allow Na'sen to speak.

M'kall was disgusted upon the sight of the Art Mek. He was tall with blotchy brown skin, lanky, and totally alien. M'kall tried to hid his contempt to the alien diplomat, but Antivarians have never been good at hiding emotions, one could read them like an open book. M'kall was an isolationist, not because he feared the unknown, but because he feared anything that may in fact be superior to himself. To asswage his own ego he would hold his species back from any further development. That was the high of M'kalls arrogance.
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Postby Beiarusia » Mon Mar 14, 2016 9:18 am

Faul Republic
Minister Tayo
Outreach Station, Eto Prime, Eto, Faux System

True Refuge wrote:...

The Minister relaxed. Upon a second glance it would appear that the humans were nervous as well, but more importantly they did not seem to hold the same condescending nature others of their kind were thought to have. This humility was enough for Tayo to pass a favorable judgement. She spoke to their apparent leader, a man by the name of Ky. “I accept your apology. Now that we have had a more formal meeting you are free to be on your way, however, I ask that you delete the coordinates to this system from your databanks. Unless you wish to further contact. We are currently attempting to exert ourselves into a more favorable position, and if you show interest we could discuss a way for both sides to benefit. An alliance, if you will, but more casual if you would prefer.”

Members of the Council were not here to argue, meaning Tayo had free reign to act as she wished and, knowing Tataro, would have his full support in this matter. The Minister hoped that something more could arise from this unfortunate situation, but at the very least she could attempt to make certain that, should the humans wish to distance themselves, that Faul remained an unknown star from outside factions.

Tataro spoke up next, asserting himself into the discussion. “If you require time to discuss this amongst yourselves we can offer lodgings for the time being. A show of good faith.”

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Postby Naretion » Mon Mar 14, 2016 12:06 pm

Ithalian Empire wrote:
Naretion wrote:Na'sen received the message and followed him to The Legislature. He had expected this. Whenever once species discovers that they are not alone there are always those that react negatively. Not trusting the aliens, not wanting change, and clinging to traditions. He had read many examples of that occurring in the civilizations that The League had encountered thus far and figured he might know how to handle this meeting by drawing upon that knowledge.

When he arrived he scanned the room as he awaited instructions. He had never spoken to an entire group of persons before even though he was a diplomat. His experience was limited to interacting with individuals so this would be new.


The Moderator stood up, "Welcome to the Legislative Hall, we are sorry to interrupt you in your most honorable search for knowledge, but we have been informed that your government wishes to construct an embassy on our world. We would like to hear from yourself the benefits such a building would have on the Union as whole, it costs, who is to provide labour, and to easy some hesitations some of our members have about letting an alien race have a permanent presence on Antivar. After word debate will continue and a final vote will be taken before the day is out." The Moderator went quiet, so as to allow Na'sen to speak.

M'kall was disgusted upon the sight of the Art Mek. He was tall with blotchy brown skin, lanky, and totally alien. M'kall tried to hid his contempt to the alien diplomat, but Antivarians have never been good at hiding emotions, one could read them like an open book. M'kall was an isolationist, not because he feared the unknown, but because he feared anything that may in fact be superior to himself. To asswage his own ego he would hold his species back from any further development. That was the high of M'kalls arrogance.

"I understand the request. Costs and labor will be no worry as they will all be taken care of by The League race known as the Chemakos should you allow us to transport some workers here. The benefits to your people are limitless. Access to our Archives will be available to the public through terminals we shall set up in the embassy. New technology, new ideas, and new methods will all be available to your right here should you wish to access it. On top of that it shall serve to strengthen ties between our nations and help eliminate any prejudice that is certain to arise from encountering a new alien species through simple peaceful exposure. It will allow quick and easy communication between our governments should the need arise as well." Na'sen explained.
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Postby Spindle » Mon Mar 14, 2016 12:21 pm

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HES Watchful
Bernard' Star Inner Orbit


Amon rechecked his formation. Then he rechecked it again. Then once more. There! A flaw in the defensive mesh: one of the Destroyers hadn't cancelled out their entire velocity as they'd reached the Lagrange point and was drifting slightly out of position. A flash of the comms LASER and the errant vessel was fully into position once more, and Amon reviewed his forces' layout once more. The bulk of his forces were deployed in the Lagrange point, holding position between the hostiles' expected approach vector and the planet. The rest of his forces were deployed as the defence platforms and their Destroyer escorts. Those would have to hold off the enemy's outriders and keep the orbitals secured.

The main force was in itself deployed to force the enemies to split their fire. The main orbital lanes were seeded with mines, clusters of cold missile pods with passive sensors waiting for the heat signature of a ship to enter into range so they could spit their contents into the enemy. While Amon doubted his adversaries would be so foolish as to take the predictable approach, it always paid to bet on an enemy's incompetence as much as it did their competence.

In orbit around the planet, supplementing the defence stations and platforms, were dozens of satellites, each one operating an ECM suite, a single missile tube and a Lilith point-defence LASER. Between them, they provided an overlapping defence against even low-relativistic projectiles and helped to subsume the main fleet in the background ECM they were putting out...as well as providing a joint telescope with which to pick out the aliens' ships. Specifically, their big ones.

That targeting data would then be relayed to the fleet, specifically the three Orion-class Monitors who were hanging in a lower orbit than most of the fleet. Supplementing their already-ferocious targeting sensors and computers, the additional data would allow them to bring their full-length Orion Cannon to bear on the enemy ships as the two sides closed the gap between them. Amon didn't know just how powerful these aliens were, but he knew that there was little that could withstand an Orion Cannon. One of the advantages integration with the Taari had provided the Commonwealth.

On the Spindlean side of the technologies, every ship had provided one of their decoys to form a second 'fleet', currently stationed behind the planet, in its opposite Lagrange point. Since they had full-sized engines and an identical mass to the ship that produced them, courtesy of their neutronium cores, they would be almost impossible to distinguish from real ships when they arrived, with the ECM laid down by both sides hopefully enough to prevent the enemy getting a solid lock on them.

With that in mind, Amos' main force was in an almost-textbook anvil formation. Slightly below the ecliptic, as much to waste their fuel as to gain any tactical advantage...but then, it did get him a slight tactical advantage. It was easier to pull the defence satellites into firing positions if he was a few degrees below the ecliptic, and it would force the enemy to move slightly off of the regular vectors to engage him. Enough of a move to allow him to engage with the mines? Amon didn't know. Not until battle was joined.

On the planet below, the Watchful's sensors could pick out the occasional flare of EM fields going up as defensive positions were established. The most notable piece of resistance was the two polar fortresses, both dug deeply into the crust and equipped with LASER batteries in serried rows. The entirety of the land around them had been converted into a honeycomb of heatsinks and radiators, including dozens which jutted out directly into the ocean, or icebergs which had been tethered specifically for the task. Down in its cavernous interior, entire divisions could live for years if necessary, supported by an enormous supply of MREs, ammunition, spare parts and three annie plants.

The Watchful herself was one of the more imposing ships in the fleet. Not the largest, that award went to the Weald and her three consorts, but the Watchful wasn't a combat ship. Or rather, she wasn't a physical combat ship. The Watchful was a Supremacy-class Dreadnought, designed to ensure the fleet could operate in cyberspace without intrusion and deny that capability to the enemy. Although she was armed to Cruiser level, and defended to Battleship level, her strength lay in the banks of computers within her and the seven technomancers interlinked into her for the sole purpose of cyberwarfare.

It was with a fair amount of relief that Amon saw the ships emerging from whatever form of FTL they used. They took a diverse range of forms, ranging from stingships the size of a missile to a series of colossal cones and then a single, towering gargant which activated its sublight engines and ponderously accelerated towards the fleet assembled against it. After a moment's pause, a comms LASER shot out, playing over the fleet and offering a message:

Attention filthy Soft-skin fleet that dares to stand in our way. Surrender now or you will be annihilated. You can still live as slaves under the Colma Hive.


AMon considered the offer for a moment, before rejecting it. He guessed he had enough of a chance to risk trying to push the...Colma, as they called themselves, back. With a thought, the seven technomancers sent a reply spearing through space, relayed through a Frigate in order to prevent identification of the Watchful. It was a simple reply: a short rejection coupled with cyberwarfare package 115-b. And with startling promptness, the Watchful opened fire. Not physically, of course, they were still light-seconds outside of engagement range, but through a series of Frigate-relayed cyberwarfare packages sent to the entire enemy fleet, individual squadrons and occasionally individual ships themselves. Everything from simple bugs designed to overwhelm certain systems with alerts to sophisticated virii which aimed to shut down all safeties around power plants and then overload them. Nothing was being held back.

Then the Orions opened fire. Three streams of golden plasma streaked across space, tearing into the colossus and grappling with its shielding. Light flared, the golden streams spewing forth in a near-constant stream of the charged substance, the leading edge dissipating seconds after making contact with the Colma ship's shields and being replaced by the continuous flow from the muzzle of the weapon. The weapons fired for almost thirty seconds before they shut off, radiators extending and bleeding off the excess heat.

The main force finally began to move, drunkwalking and accelerating slightly to bring the full wall to bear upon the Colma forces before belching out a wave of missiles which glided through the intervening space towards the oncoming craft, focussing on the larger, conical ships. Even as he directed the continuing cyberspace onslaught, Amon felt a thrill of anticipation run through his body. This was it!
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Disclaimer: Nothing said here is the product of a rational mind.
So...apparently I'm a decent writer. Um...wait, what?
Relativity, nukes in space, nukes in atmosphere, LASERs, MASERs, kinetic weapons, missile and kinetic CIWS, impactors and centripital force.

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Postby Ithalian Empire » Mon Mar 14, 2016 12:47 pm

Naretion wrote:"I understand the request. Costs and labor will be no worry as they will all be taken care of by The League race known as the Chemakos should you allow us to transport some workers here. The benefits to your people are limitless. Access to our Archives will be available to the public through terminals we shall set up in the embassy. New technology, new ideas, and new methods will all be available to your right here should you wish to access it. On top of that it shall serve to strengthen ties between our nations and help eliminate any prejudice that is certain to arise from encountering a new alien species through simple peaceful exposure. It will allow quick and easy communication between our governments should the need arise as well." Na'sen explained.


M'kall couldn't stand it any longer. He lept up from his chair in a flourish of rage and indignation. His face had turned a deep green, like how humans faces turn red when angered or embarrassed.

"Don't you fools see what they're trying to do? Today it is an embassy but tomorrow its an work visas and immigration. They will infiltrate and tear down our traditions! We can not let them build! The stupid" Here M'kall broke into a long train of terrible insults that did not translate well.

"Representative M'kall, you will return to your seat and remain there or be found in contempt of procedure." The Moderator hated M'kall, the fool though that every one loved to hear his voice.

M'kall sat down, confused and just a little embarrassed. Membered of his own party looked at him with eyes aflame with anger. Re'cas sat across from M'kall, struggling to hold back laughter as he stood to continue the debate.

"Thank you very much for presenting you government's proposition. You have my apologies on behalf of my people for that tirade of terrible insults. As you can tell we tend to be a hot blooded bunch at times.

Fellow Representatives, I think the honorable representative of the League has made his case clear. They are giving us free access to a repository of knowledge that rivals our own Library of the Constitution. In return we give them trade and alliance."

The Moderator stood as Re'cas sat down. "Voting shall begin now."

The final vote was 78 for 22 against.
Eat ,Drink, and be mary, for tomorrow we die.
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