Kray War [FT]

[Magna Omega]

Supreme Admiral Marcus Xanzius stared at the light filled data table in the combat Information Center (CIC) of his flagship the O.S.S. Excalibur (IB-5). "How many do you have?" he spoke in petrified near monotone manner to ensign Frames who was on the scanners. "Sir," Frames responded, "I have 154 FTL ruptures bearing in on vector 448.93. ETA is 2 minutes 47 seconds." "My lord." said the Admiral, his lips hardly moving "That's more than our entire fleet." Admiral Xanzius' fleet was dispatched to the New Omega colony 5 hours after stellar perimeter scanners picked up a massive fleet of unknown ships headed for the Omegan occupied Titus Verge, much of which is relatively unexplored.

"Is there any way that you can tell if they are hostile? Weapons? Energy readings? Anything that might give us an indi-" The admiral was cut short by ensign Frames. "Sir! I'm now picking up 178...no 180...195...221 ships sir! 221 ships approaching at FTL!"

"View screen!" the Admiral barked. A large screen 10ft. long by 10 ft. wide screen descended from the front section of the CIC. Just then those 221 ships appeared in a flash of light (which are actually densified ions and subspace particles). The vessels stay put directly over the planet and several dropped into orbit. The ships were large and strange. They were a bit larger than an Excalibur class star carrier which was the Federation of Magna Omega's biggest starship.


"Hail the lead ship...which ever one that is" said the Admiral. "I hailed on all primary and subspace bands sir. They aren't answering."
"Try a Theta band." said the Admiral hoping for an answer to this puzzle. "No response." The Admiral got frustrated. They would not respond to his hails. They came here. What could they want? Then a crackle of noise followed by silence over the com systems on the Theta band. "Guess they heard that." Said Xanzius, a bit more optimistic now. "Sir I managed to translate a coded message within the Theta band. It says 'Kray. We kray. This Kray' I don't know sir something like that. I mean what the hell is -" "God!" screamed Lt. Sasha Kirisa at the helm. "Look sir!" The Admiral turned to the View screen only to see the Kray warships had begun bombardment of New Omega and a direct assault of the Omegan fleet line.


"Combat status Alpha!" Said Admiral Xanzius as he turne to the combat computer. "Give the fleet a signal to engage in tactical position Beta22Sigma!" "ODG online.Colonial evac parameters set. Status green." said a calm voice of a women from the computer. "Katrina." said the Admiral to his shipboard AI "When did you come online?" "Just now. I was uploading some scanners data when I figured you could use a little help." she said through the coms. "Now come on. Lets do this" Suddenly hundreds more Kray vessels jumped into the system.

OOC: Note that I will be RPing for the kray aliens as a separate nation that I just created. Please disregard its low population because the Kray empire Is a species of Billions.

[The Imperial Combine]

Tag. adding thread to our 'Current Threads List' in our alliance charter.

[The Imperial Combine]

OOC: Writing an IC post. Magna, perhaps you could ask someone to RP the aliens to make it more interesting? In any case, The Emperor's Inquisition will certainly be looking into the situation. Is it alright if a Imperial patrol craft picks up the readings and alerts Imperial Command?

[Misty Lagoon]

HLV The Assayer along with the Battleships HLV Galileo, Swissen and Mad Laughter and the Cruisers, HLV Dell, Sammok, Jukatreg, and Moinfustak with their escort Frigates and destroyers sat off Base-297. Base-297 was both a Scientific Com-Stat (Community - Station) and a Military Supply-Barracks (Pretty Simple there). There were currently 2 Armies based on 297, ready to be transported anywhere, at any time. They waited for a call from anywhere, and the task force, Taffy-7 would take them there.

Admiral Hayze strode the deck of the Galileo, the only ship that's bigger than the Carrier The Assayer. He was young for an admiral, only 43, but not the youngest in the fleet (RALH Uitpre - 37) Men walked past him, saluting, and he often stopped to talk to them about their day, how its been - that type of stuff. But the main part of the ship the Admiral liked best was the 4 Hanger Decks on board - Mostly Hanger-4. The men of hanger 4 were the oldies - veterans of many conflicts - and he enjoyed listening to their tales of adventure (He himself being a Thunderbolt pilot in his younger years).

OOC: and so we wait for a call..

[Magna Omega]

"Sir! We have lost all lateral control and primary hull is buckling!" yelled Frames after the Excalibur lost its shields. "We just lost the cruisers Hera and the Hestia!" "Send out a general distress call on all bands...and jump to the Macedon colony." said the admiral. The crew stared at him for a moment then carried out his orders. "We can't win this one." he said. "We need help."

[Misty Lagoon]

Klaxons sound as Hayze walks to the bridge. What the hurah now... he thinks as he walks into the bridge.
Immediately he is bombarded with whats going on... "Sir we have picked..." "... Magna Omega... " "... Distress signal.... " "... Large FLT signatures.... "
He takes a deep breath... "SHUT YOUR HOLES!" he bellows. Everything goes quiet as he stares at everyone. "Ops, whats going on."
"We picked up 2 things: 1, Large FTL signatures about 2Hrs ago entered 4 systems away. We just got the waves. 2, Magna Omega sent a distress signal... Magna Omega is 4 systems away."

30 minutes later a red hole appears and the half the fleet now filled witht he 4th Army, enter the warp and head to MO-A86 - Magna Omega...

[The Imperial Combine]

(010) 043.M4 SEGMENTUM MAGNA OMEGA -- TUTELA IMPERIUM

-- Per orders of the Emperor, Imperial Patrol craft littered the Milky way galaxy, looking out for the safety of all Imperial Combine member planets. For weeks, upon months, upon years, nothing was ever reported, and billions of blatant patrol reports littered the Adeptus Adminsitratum's hallways. However, perhaps this certain patrol was to be different. --

"Quis est locus?" Said the ship's captain.

After relentless scanning of computer screens, the operator looked at the Captain with a grim look.

"Difficultas. Vulticulus."

The Captain looked at the screen. Hundreds of lines of binary code was being decrypted into the message. It was in the Magna Omegan dialect of the ancient Terran Greek language. Then, the ship's video screen lowered, and showed the image of the planet, a few parsecs ahead. The Captain's face turned white.

"The Imperium is under attack. Alert the Emperor at once!"

[Magna Omega]

By now the New Omega colony was in ruins and Kray forces occupied its every corner. Supreme Admiral Xanzius buried his head in his hands as he came out of FTL over the colony of Macedon. Allied ships would be arriving any hour at that location.

The Admiral turned to his XO Commander Reginald Cavins. "6 ships lost and another 12 damaged. How are we gonna recover from this Reg? How?" Cavins stood there unmoving and silent. he then said "Sir we have our allies at our backs. They won't let us down."
"Reg! That fleet was bigger that the entire Combine's space force together! How are we gonna take this on Reg!" The Admiral slumped back down with a slight felling of guilt due to the fact that he just yelled at his long time military partner. But all of that soon left and a worse feeling took its place when he heard the casualty reports...

OOC: this is not my "home planet" just to let you know. My home is a nation on earth but that nation has space colonies. Weird I know but I RP that way.

[The Imperial Combine]

(010) 043.M4 ADEPTUS ADMINISTRATUM, SANCTUS TERRA, SEGMENTUM SOLARIS

Administrators were scrambling in the Administratum building. Patrol reports had indidcated an attack on the Imperium; a colony in the outskirts of the Segment designated "Magna Omega"; named after the earth nation that controlled the majority of the colony planets in that area.

It was not long before the Master of the Administratum had distributed the reports to the Adeptus Terra processing offices. The reports were then forwarded to the office of the Emperor and High Lords of the Senate.

Before any descion was to be made, an armed battleship was ordered to dispatch to the Segmentum, while the information was still being presented to the Emperor and High Lords.

(010) 043.M4 SEGMENTUM MAGNA OMEGA

A dark rift appeared 2 parsects to SpaceNorth of the colony of New Omega. If sound was able to be heard in space, a death crippling sound would have ripped through the ears of any mortal creature within space 2,000 miles.

The ship captain paced back and forth. The Ship's assigned Commissar stood next to him, reviewing charts of all personnel aboard the ship.

Captain: "Well Commissar, let us get to it. Lets set the track and establish communications with the patrol craft that reported the disturbance. Have the batteries ready incase we run into resistance."

Commissar: "Indeed. I urge you to hurry, the Emperor will demand a full report within the hour. Not to mention the damned Buerocratic High Lords and Senators will be raising all sorts of hell."

[Magna Omega]

Supreme Admiral Xanzius walked in circles in the CIC of the Excalibur. "I already sent a message sir. Yes sir. No I did not sir." He was speaking to Prime Minister Tersius Aurelius through an earpiece communicator linked to the ship's subspace network. The Prime Minister was attending a funeral when he visit was cut short by this attack.

"Yes sir." said the Admiral again. "I dispatched a message to all allied forces. They will meet us here at the Macedon colony to plan for a counterattack. Meanwhile sir we need more ships. Lots more sir. Yes sir I'll get right on that. Yes sir I'll keep you informed. Excalibur out." Xanzius threw his earpiece to the floor. He then walked over too the CIC com station. "Status?" he said. Katrina came online and responded."Sir most of the fleet has assembled over subgrid 293 sector 16M7. ODG is online...again and I have classified damage to all ships as 'Moderate'...except for the Prometheus and the New Rome. They are going to be in space dock for a while."

"Okay then." said Xanzius. "Inform me when our allies get here or if the situation changes. I need to get down to deck 4. A primary power relay in junction 18 blew during the fight. I'll see what I can do." "Be careful now." Katrina said with a smile. Then her hologram went of line and she continued to organize fleet status reports in the main computer.

OOC: my system is called the Titus Verge. FYI. It is relatively unexplored but we have full claim to this region...or so we thought.

[Magna Omega]

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[The Imperial Combine]

OOC: Add the map to the Original Post, and wrap it in [spoiler] tags.

[North Calaveras]

OCC: You guys a need a little help in this war? ^^

[Magna Omega]

OCC: You guys a need a little help in this war? ^^

The Federation of Magna Omega and its allies could use all the help that they can get.

[North Calaveras]

On board the False Prophet, the Government Observer of the Universal Government, there were clones moving back and forth. Red lights began to flash lightly in the pure white rooms and hallways of the massive invasion ship which patrols the depths of space, keeping order where it was needed and crushing opposition where it sprung its ugly head. On the bridge where the clone commander of the vessel was linked to teh ships A.I with a nueral input there was movement as they had detected weapons fire in a small sector of space. They immediatly drifted from there main course towards the distress signals which were put out by both partys it seemed. Shields and weapons were powered up as the False Prophet entered hyperspace towards the Federation, they would drop out soon.

OCC: This is what a Government Obvserver looks like, there the only vessels in my fleet(I got 10 of them) they are basically invasion/colony ships

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[Krayos]

Ultima Prahwl stood at the center of the bridge. He was quite pleased. He had been hoping for this moment for at least 2 years. A chance to strike any human force close enough and a chance to reclaim the "Sacred Land" of the Forefathers of Krayos. The sacred lands were the gods once ruled as their domain. It would soon be theirs once again.

Like all other Ultimas he commanded a fleet command ship and had been briefed on the finest and most intricate details of this most holy mission of religious and racial purification. The humans now new what they were called. But they did not know where they came from and why and Ultima Prahwl was going to tell them. He had just sent them a message in their many human languages. They would know what the true wrath of the gods can be. The conquest and occupation of this "New Omega" was only the beginning of the fires to come.

[The Imperial Combine]

OOC: Please wrap overly large images in [spolier] tags. It gets rather annoying have large images block out the text and what not. Post coming.

[Magna Omega]

"5...2...33...2212...6...34...RED...23GREEN...ALPHA." The complex algorithms and number code variations flashed on the data screen back on the Excalibur. "What does it all mean?" asked XO Cavins. "It's a message sir."said a young ensign Meluvius. "Subspace on Theta band. It's from the aliens sir The 'Kray' sir."
The XO tapped the com button at the door to the CIC. "Admiral to the bridge, Admiral to the bridge over." He turned back to the ensign. "What's it say son?" "Um...I can't be certain. They got pretty bad grammar for our language. But here it goes. 'We Kray. Ours ruled forever will not be suffocated. Your kind stands against... must be purified. Worship the gods.' I think that's it sir." "What the hell is this?" asked Cavins dumfounded by the message. "I think we need to - oh hello Admiral..." Just as the Admiral arrived at the CIC ensign Frames reported multiple FTL ruptures. It was confirmed. The Kray were back. This time for the Macedon colony. It is the Federation's last one.

OOC: Note that MO has very little terrestrial territory and we only have 2 fully colonized worlds. One was just taken.

[North Calaveras]

OCC: GTG be back tomarrow morning

[Magna Omega]

The data boards and view screen flickered with light and words and the com channels were suffused with noise, cries, orders. It was a terrible sound. The Admiral Turned to the data table and switched it to a combat map while also displaying the fleet status readouts. It was bad. He watched as a kinetic accelerator round ripped through the hull of the O.S.S. Hermes. He watched as the Carrier O.S.S. Adamant was stricken for the third time by a plasma torpedo. He watched and he watched but could do nothing but bark orders and pray.

"I don't want to lose this war this early in the game." he said out loud. "Get on the com and send a distress message on all subspace bands." He stared out at the emptiness of space with scattered lights popping up then fading. Then getting closer. Then ships and explosions and soon this "peace" of space was shattered. "Tell them we need help...or we aren't going to make it." He stared down at his feet and clenched his fists.

[Misty Lagoon]

Task Force Taffy-7 came out of the warp on the outskirts of the MO-A86, the Colony of Macedon. Imediatly the Captains of the Vessels of the Lagoon were awestruck by the firepower that the Enermy brought on Magna Omega.

"Hoooleee Shit..." mutters Hayze as he stares at the devestation, all color leaving his face.
"By Sco... " exclaims Lt Polou on the Nav Console
"Suetre," Yells the Admiral to LTJG Suetre on Weapons Console. "Shields to max, arm all missiles, get the PACs hot"
"Aye sir." says Suetre as he snaps out of the hypnotism of watching ships burn.
"Good. Lt Uithy, send a message to the Omegans, tell them the Cavalies on the way. And also" he sighs "We can't handle this, send a message to the Adminstratium, priority Alpha-Niner-Zulu. We need help"
"Aye Aye Sir... I don't think the enemy have seen us"
"Polou, go to the far side of the planet - the radiation from the sun should... SHOULD... cover us until we are there.. When we are there, wait... wait for orders from the Omegans"
a thought comes to him, "We could use the gravity from that planet to slingshot into the fray... Hmmm..

Magna Omega, this is, Task Force Taffy-7 from the Lagoon, we are heading to the dark side of the planet, and are planning to slingshot into the fray - with your permission. Can you send target co-ords for our ships to demolish?

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Alpha-Niner-Zulu
Task Force Taffy-7 - MO-A86

Lagoon TF - We need help. Send large ships - Enemy size +200. Capitol ships present. Human Colony under attack. No enemy dropships. Code 12. Code 12!

The Task Force set off, the wash from the large sun storm covering their activities.

[Wrongopia]

Tag..... Wait, I'll post tommorow.

[North Calaveras]

The False Prophet exited hyperspace in Omegan space, creating a rip in space before dissapearing. It then immediatly raised shields and weapons in the event that someone might be pissed of and begin firing at the next person to come in. The massive white ship moved into the sector, sending a signal that they were there and wished to be found by someone. The crew hoped that they would meet a freindly people, if they were enemys then they would either have to leave or stay and fight till the end. The Universal Government didn't like retreating and it rarely did, even then at the cost of many casualties. From what had happend in this area of space was simple, a conflict had erupted between two or more forces and there were distress signals sent out. Seeking to gain freindship with other races and influence other world the Universal Government was prone to helping those in need.

[Magna Omega]

A loud crackle over the com, "This is CABANNA 226! I'm Charlie Hotshot on this little alien bastard but I can't seem to get a clear lock! Someone help me out here!" Another crackle, "Roger that 226 LIMA 111 is inbound. We have-" "Negative! Negative!" an ineruption. "Damn buggers are on my six! Poorin' outa the capital ship in subgrid 1634! Designate fire to---------" Static.

Admiral Xanzius dragged his fingers through his hair. He couldn't bear to listen any more. He just coudn't. But he had too. "Deploy the first and second tactical wing to 008A." he said to Katrina. " "Lets take some heat off our Lagoon friends. I want fire supperiority." "Um..." said Katrina as her hologram appeared on the data table. "That's gonna be a little hard to do sense they have about 5 times the ships we do and they still outnumber the Lagoon by 118 vessels. I think we have a..." she paused for a moment. "Oh the O.S.S. Justice was just destroyed." The Admiral remained still. He then said, "Alright.That's enough. Order the fleet to link up with all allied vessels in the vicinity. We are not losing this planet. We form a deffensive line that not even these bastards can break! Subgrid 22364. That's were we are headed."

"We are gonna have a hell of a time crossing that 1,256,275.25 kilometer stretch to get to them." said Katrina.

"Just do it." said Xanzius coldly.

[Krayos]

The Humans had began to push towards each other. They must have been attempting to link up. Ultima Prahwl ran his armor covered hands down across the smooth metalic tablet. He finished his prayer and put away the tablet.

He returned to the bridge. It was clear by the screen that the battle was still raging. Prahwl underestimated the human capacity to fight with limited numbers. But they are opposing him. They are his target and a threat to his species existence. His faith. They must be purged. He then ordered the fleet of "Fourth Glory" ,under the command of Grandus Zetia, to spearhead the cental line. They were to put a road block of sorts in front of the human fleets. It would be a heavy and costly battle but if it worked the humans would be driven frrom yet another world. Many Kray would die but it was Ultima Prahwl's understanding that any Kray soldier should be willing to die for the Empire, its honor, and the gods.