The Galactic Schism(FT,IC,CLOSED)

by **Arkotania** » Sat Feb 01, 2014 9:48 pm

OOC
Qurodan, Angosia
The battle for the palace was still fiercely on going. Though the entire palace sector was surrounded, the forcefields were proving to be troublesome obstacles. On the ground, Commander Zanyl Merod was holed up in a building overlooking a section of the outer forcefield, near the main road into the sector. The building was scarred all over by the blasts of energy weapons, and some parts had been completely blown apart by heavy blaster fire. Still, it was the best cover so close to the enemy emplacements.

They had expected resistance, but this resistance was far more beyond their estimates. While the rest of the city fell easily to their overwhelming surprise attacks, the palace sector had been impenetrable even before the attacks. Few were ever allowed into the sector.

“Gerol! Get over here!” Zanyl yelled over the comms to Captain Gerol Erzk, leader of the elite strike force of the rebel army.
“What is it Zan!” Gerol retorted as he clambered his way into the building. “Do you know how many times I was nearly hit?!”
“Stop with your whining and get over here!”
Gerol rushed over to where the commander had taken up position, observing the enemy in front of them. As he crawled into place, the commander handed him the binoculars and pointed at the enemy emplacement.
“Look, they've been moving in robots and moving out the organics.”
“Korik's company must be really putting them in a tight spot”
“Not only that. Angosian military has joined our cause. It's likely they've moved in to support Korik.”
“Damn lucky bastard he is. I'm still operating with what I first started with!”
“You mean the best of what we had?” The commander looked at the captain with a scowl

After an hour had passed, the commander, with the help of the elite strikeforce, led an attack on the enemy emplacement. They were generally more efficient against robot defenses, using confusing tactics and specialized weaponry to overcome the machines. This emplacement was now in rebel control, and they were one step closer to taking the entire palace sector. If they had aircraft, and more firepower, the palace would have long fallen into their hands.

It was a good thing they had allies coming in to support them. The CIS, while high in morals was slightly lacking in size. They had around 10,000 soldiers of varying experience. The Angosian military gave them another 50,000, as the military was never intended to be a main force but simply reserve to be called in to protect the capital city if there was a need. The rebels were well-armed though, with versatile small arms and some heavier weapons. Only the Angosian military had tanks, which was only four platoons totaling 16 tanks. As for transportation, anything that could hover or even drive on the surface, was available. Technologically, the rebels were a fair match against the Imperial forces, though without equal firepower.

The CIS has no aerial support, and especially no space craft except for some clunky transports the Angosian military used. These transports were pretty useless due to their low speed and lack of offensive or even defensive armaments. There were still many Imperial armories all across the planet though, and with enough success the rebels could increase their numbers.

All the other cities across the planet entered into lockdown. The criminal bosses of each city mobilized all the gangsters, thugs and crooks they could to begin fortifying each city while a form of martial law was put into place. The bosses also made sure no rebel sentiment would arise from their territories, because in the end, the Imperium offered more in return for loyalty.

Sector Neighboring Angosian Sector
They were the closest Arkotanian fleet to the rebelling planet. Four cruisers and a command frigate, total of 2,250 soldiers,45 tanks, and 36 fighters. It wasn't a large force, but they were the vanguard of the larger sector force, and soon the reinforcements from Central Command would arrive, bringing massive number of troops and the might of the Imperium with them. In the name of the God-Emperor, they would crush the rebellion and re-educate the populace to prevent another one from ever occuring.

These ships would arrive quite soon, before any of the Imperial reinforcement did, and especially before the cursed supporters of the rebellion. It was no surprise the Imperium was able to intercept communications and learn of the support for the rebels. While the numbers were not discovered, they knew enough were coming and the Imperium must prepare for them all.

Orbit around Angosia
The Arkotanian fleet arrived to the planet. Contact was instantly established with the space station. Now the troops on board would prepare to land on the planet, make contact with remnants of the Imperial Garrison on the planet, and begin the long battle for control of the planet surface.

by **Hurun** » Sun Feb 02, 2014 2:49 pm

*Retcon*

by **Soviet Hive** » Sun Feb 02, 2014 3:54 pm

Milky Way Galaxy, undetermined Quadrant
Agnosia, Arkotanian Space
The Soviet 112th Fleet Detachment

The Hive is one of those things that are incomprehensible to mankind. One of those insane, chaotic, indescribable things that drive all who seek to unlock their secrets into frenzies of rage and mindless rupture into orgasms of stress and anguish. For ages, the great professors and scholars had taken the Hive’s mentality, its policies and actions apart, step by step, and still failed to come up with any comprehensible result. Mankind cannot truly understand the hive, and the Hive cannot truly understand mankind. That is not a speculation; that is the law of creation. The best way to understand the Hive is not through limited human, pedantic scholarly thought, but rather, through realization that there are other, far superior strains of life, forms of life that are foreign to the human experience. This, one can say, is the hive. Something beyond human conceptions of life, death and civilization. And if one tried to pinpoint the reason the Hive’s fleets descended upon the Arkotanian world in their grim majesty, glued together by the blood of beasts and the efforts of workers, if one could put any reason onto these actions, it would be nothing more than lustful, unmitigated desire.

And so it was, with eleven mighty hive fleet ships descending into the orbit of the rebellious world, oblivious to the power struggle of the peoples below, unwittingly entering headfirst into a conflict that didn’t even matter to the Hive’s collective mentality. The only thing that mattered was the smoke that blotted out the world’s atmosphere and the workers that filled its factories. Those were the primary concerns. Power was the only currency that the Soviet Hive could deal in, the only capital it invested in. Pretty human societies with banking and investors were weak and foolish; through the all consuming grip of the Motherland, the Hive could increase industrial output, and, hopefully, one day, bring complete efficiency to the galaxy, to all its denizens and unite them under one mighty banner to rule for eternity. What was this artificial trading system forcibly set up by humans, and how did they value something as simple as electronic credit? The Hive didn’t understand how banking or credit worked, refused to understand and determined to obliterate it as a concept.

The mighty fleet ships were closing in on their prey, massive, cruel looking warships with dozens of guns and hangars for small, manned nuclear warheads and other exotic weapons that demonstrated a singular indifference to life. Manned missiles, huge artillery shells containing boarding parties, hazardous weapons with fatal flaws. But truly, what is individual life? Why would the Hive care for the lives of its soldiers when there was so much damage to be wrought upon the enemies of galactic ascension? There was no individual in the hive; only instruments of power projection. The individual was nothing more than a single member of a greater collective and their lives were worthless for the only life that mattered was that of the revolution, the cause, the united proletariat of the galaxy. The Hive’s soldier had no concept of life or death, only of duty and usefulness. Free thought amongst the formic was easily suppressed by mass production of pheromones, and oppressed it was, liberally and often, so that the formic soldier had no cause other than that of the motherland. What a glorious cause indeed! They were coming.The hive had arrived, and it hungered for its share of the kill.

by **Nyte** » Mon Feb 03, 2014 9:36 pm

Nostromo System
Orbital Defense Station: Shield of Nyte
Several Days Before Taskforce Arrival at Angosia

Deep within the “Shield of Nyte” there existed a room that did not appear on any blueprints or floor plans. It was from within this room that the leadership of Nyte’s Spec-Intel Division decided on their agencies course of action concerning any number of different situations; both foreign, and domestic. Shadowy men and women all, none knew the true identity of any of the others as each of the thirteen leaders were represented solely by a darkly glowing holographic pylon with but a simple number as their only identifier. Besides this circle of faintly glowing holograms, all else within this room was darkness. There were no visible walls, no doors or windows, just an all-consuming shadow that shrouded the chamber in a palpable aura nothingness.

“We know little of this Holy Galactic Imperium of Arkotania” remarked IV. “What little information we have available is basic at best. We are aware that it is a large, totalitarian regime that promotes many practices that are generally considered to be… Distasteful.”

“Indeed” remarked VII. “The lack of detailed information we have on this ‘Imperium’ is disconcerting. And yet, we have no way to gain this information through any of the usual methods. The government would not condone trading with such a corrupt and morally repulsive power. As such, our usual methods for inserting a network within this Imperium have proven to be impossible to implement thus far.

“That may have been true before” quipped IX, “But an opportunity has presented itself that can be used to our advantage in this matter. Observe…”

Within the circle the scene from the Arkotani Galactic News was displayed in full to the thirteen…

“This planet… Angosia, presents an opportunity for us to get the intelligence we need to determine exactly how much of a threat this Imperium could be to us” continued IX. “I propose that we send a small force of ships to this world to ‘support’ the imperial forces in this conflict. While they are there, they will gather information on this Imperium and its methods for us, and when the time is right…”

“Hmm… An ambitious plan IX” remarked XIII. “I would assume that you already have ships in mind for this operation of yours?”

“Indeed” IX replied. “They are on the way to Angosia as we speak, and should be arriving within the next few days. I have even taken the liberty of dispatching a message to the Holy Galactic Imperium of Arkotania informing them of our support of their forces against these ‘dissidents.’”

“Good” XIII replied. “I propose we continue this meeting later after we have more information to work with. Are we in agreement?”

“Agreed” twelve other voices replied in unison before their pylons faded one after the other into the black until finally, there was only darkness.

Arkotanian Space
Angosia System
Several Days Later

The Nyte taskforce emerged from warp several hundred thousand miles away from Angosia behind a roiling bow wave of discharging energy that radiated outwards for several thousand miles as the excess energy built up during their long journey bled out into the void. The five grey cylindrical craft coasted towards Angosia on inertia; clearly in no hurry to arrive it took several hours to attain orbit. Aboard the bridge of the flagship Vice Admiral Joseph “Joe” Lafuery spent several additional minutes going over numerous status reports from the other ships in the taskforce as he composed himself for the unpleasantness ahead. Swallowing his distaste for the situation, he turned his head towards the Ensign manning the communications station aboard the bridge. “Ensign Malaki, notify the Imperials that we have arrived in orbit and are ready to begin landing operations of our forces at their discretion. Once you’re finished with that, contact Captain Sterling. I want her fighters on CAP at all times with a two hour rotation by squadron.”

Leaning back in his command throne the Admiral allowed himself to get lost in the noise of his smoothly functioning bridge as he waited for a reply from whoever it was that was currently in charge of the Arkotanian forces.

by **North Calaveras** » Sat Feb 08, 2014 3:31 am

Angosia
Major Seaside City
Western Continent
G.U.P.U. Forces

It had been only a few days since the two large bases plummeted from the sky and tore through the atmosphere of the beautiful world that spun softly in space. Commanders Lurah and Sorgan, by the blessings of the Dear Leader, were both assigned with the great task of supporting the God-Emperor and his Imperial forces. They had established their forward operating bases among the far eastern city, on the western continent of the planet. The Kraken and Underlord mobile bases took minor hits a few days past when they fell into the ground and sea, thanks to Imperial air support clearing them a safe path. By far the safest was Commander Lurah and her small seaport which became a boring post for such a violent rebellion.

The shipyard soon became a safe zone for Imperial citizens and it provided security around it's area of operations. It offered enough anti-air fire to also support small transports coming from Imperial forces. It was a small haven in the rapidly degenerating society . Lurah was no fool, the small portion of ships that were with her, patrolled the shores and were also ready to deliver deadly blows to any entrenched rebels forces that wanted to stay in one spot for to long. They had some troubles however as the rebels of this world had access to some ship weaponry, some of it was retrofitted on civilian boating vessels in certain cases. It wasn't fun having a patrol boat take a longer range mounted blaster cannon through it's hole and vaporizing half the crew in the process.

Commander Sorgan had a completely different case. A little over a day after the Underlord had touched down it was taking fire. The Underlords shields absorbed most of the fire with ease, the major problem was the heavy rebel activity which was active outside the perimeter of the forward operating base. Any time left someone left the safety of the energy field was almost immediately assaulted by sniper fire, indirect mortar or conventional weapons fire of all kinds the rebels could get their hands on. It didn't help that Sorgans FOB was in the ruins of a city where the rebels stalked the streets in large numbers and coordinating through all manner of means, if it wasn't through the rubble of a building it was through underground networks. For now Sorgans forces were simply trying to maintain a presence and not to budge and show the rebels they could succeed. It was working, for now, but casualties were already coming in.

Anytime his forces left the wire they usually had armor support that they would use as mobile cover. Grendel tanks crushed most of anything in their paths and provided the Dear Leaders forces with fire support. Type 12 "Harbingers" were used for quick transportation to hot spots for rapid reinforcement and Type 36 "wildfires" used their horrific flame throwing devices to burn out confirmed rebel forces dug in the concrete jungles decaying afterlife.

Memory File
Unit: Type-11 "Emissary" IFV
Former Designation: Julius

It had been only a year since Julious Sarton, a pirate of the Kaster Asteroid Belt, had been captured by the GUPU after a failed raid on a transport ship headed towards Charnel. It had been a horrible ordeal. After being overwhelmed and beaten to the ground by the minions of the Dear Leader, he was imprisoned along with an untold amount of others. After resisting he was taken to a large facility with many others beings, both Human and Xeno in their backgrounds. Julious had then been subjected to the "light of the Great Leader" as some called it. A process where he was sat down on a strange machine and his mind and it's contents were torn from his head with a flashing brightness only hidden under a strange full head cover that was being operated by machines. His past life had been erased and only a shell of his former self was left. The rest of his mind had been "re-educated" in the ways of the Utopia and that of the Dear Leader. Now he found his essence, his mind entombed in a new body. It was a body of metal. When he spoke it was a deep robotic grumbling, with only the slightest hint of his former voice present.

His legs were now treads and his eyes were scanners. The vehicle and himself were one being now. He had been asleep for a long time though. Julious had been purposefully shut off and then returned back to active status when they had entered this god forsaken planets atmosphere. Today was the second day of his movement into rebel territory and he had already gained scars from it. He could feel the heat signatures of the GOU within his hull, ready to jump out and attack anyone who would threaten their safety. Within his steel ribs he held eight men, armed to the teeth. Fate had it that he was a attack transport, specifically a Type-11, designed for anti-infantry and light anti-armor duties with the added bonus of shuttling some of the Dear Leaders warriors.

The IFV moved with quick speed through the ruined streets, the power was out almost everywhere. The parts of the huge metropolis that were active and not under serious attack let off a faint glow in the distance. Here,however, was the frost bitten appendage of a dying network of buildings and the crushed lives of thousands. His audio sensors picked up the sounds of gunfire in the distance, some much closer. Julius moved his "head" which was in fact a turret and swiveled around as he tore into the greasy and debris ridden round. Ahead of the uraban-camouflaged beast was a larger pile of garbage and stacked metal with a healthy dose of some kind of concrete material. It would be difficult to traverse but Julius had limited independent though, and right now he was ordered to move through it.

As Julius approached, he detected what he had thought was a heat signature but continued anyways. His treads ground against the small debris hill as his body lurched forward. The heart rates of the personnel inside of him elevated at the unknown incline of their transport. As soon as he felt like he was about to clear this latest obstacle, a high pitched screech and a thundering blast erupted on the front of his armor. His video sensors witnessed a magnificent red beam tear into the front of his chassis. Damage was immediately detected, it was a good blow, but not one that would take him out of the fight. The front portion of his armor was seared and a chunk of it was warped, melted from the energy blast.

Going backwards was now not an option as it would leave him to vulnerable to more fire. With a almost demonic yell, his speakers blared out in defiance and patriotism as he unleashed hell into the blobs of heat that were emitting from the rubble around him.

" We are legion! In the Dear Leaders name flee in terror!" The vehicle spouted. His audio speakers then began to blurt out pre-recorded propaganda that echoed throughout the streets as his ultraviolet laser cannon sounded off. The steam of deadly light vaporized a group of rebels that had taken shelter behind a large garbage can. It did little to stop the pulsing beam from turning them to dust as it passed by them, hitting the building they were standing next to. The light cannon he was equipped with kept on firing into the soft bodies of his attackers as return fire from the rebels pelted hims from all sides. The loud sound of jackboots could be heard as he gave birth to the warriors from within his steel confines. They rushed out and engaged the enemy. Julius, due to his size, was still forced to stay out in the open as his comrades were being killed around him. Screams bounced off the apocalyptic landscape around them as men and machine did battle.

The pitiful small arms fire of the rebels did little to hurt him, only leaving small scars on his hull. Before he was able to react his scanners had picked up an insurgent hefting some kind of large anti-armor weapon. At such close range his countermeasures didn't have a chance at stopping the shoulder fired rocket from hitting him. After only a short warning sound of incoming missile fire he was struck leaving a huge cloud of smoke erupting from his body. His body burned and his "consciousness" was fading.

As the smoke cleared it could be seen that the only survivors were himself, his crew had been killed if the life readings were any indication. More and more heat signatures were moving towards him now as his vision "glitched" He was paralyzed by damage and spoke his final words before the rebels extinguished his bloodletting.

" The Dear Leader takes me now..."

by **The Fedral Union** » Sat Feb 08, 2014 3:58 pm

One month ago. Executive mansion New Earth, Union City.

President Richard Sagen looked out of the window of the executive office his eyes locked upon the not so distant spires of metal and glass that seemed to permeate the horizon east to west. The situation in Angosia distant, and normally it would have been a non issue for the UTA to simply ignore it, but with several of the nations allies deploying their own forces to support the rebels the UTA was being forced to act in some manner. The congress and the people themselves rightfully questioned involvement in the situation, indeed many didn't support any form of conflict so far away from the borders of the Alliance . But it was up to President Sagen to make the case for it, on the advice of his secretaries; Richard himself didn’t relish the thought of making a case for involvement, he didn't think it was needed. And being so close to leaving office he didn't want to leave a legacy of war behind in a land so distant from the glimmering worlds of the Terran Alliance. Nonetheless the UTA was a galactic power, and it had allies and principles to maintain. Richard mulled over these thoughts, comforting his doubts in the “morally” right choice he was going to make.

The quaint double doors to the office swung open with a click, Secretary of State Malcolm shore and Secretary of defense Jessica Kayborn both briskly walked in, both of them had smiles across their pale and tanned ageless faces. “Good morning Mister president.” They both said on after another as they took their seats in-front of the oak desk Richard was sitting behind. “Good morning” Richard would respond shifting in his chair, he shot a smile back toward the two locking eyes with each of them for a mere second.

He leaned forward a bit over the desk and went right for the point. “ I've seen your latest reports on this..Angosian situation that has developed and the response by several of our allies, let me be blunt. Public support hasn’t appeared for this cause , neither has congressional support. You both have advised me that we should assist our allies in some capacity, now I'm inclined to agree.. But Armed response seems like a bit of a stretch with the current political climate here.”

Malcolm was first to respond to the statement made by Richard, he simply smiled and then sunk back in to the chair he was in. He shook his head and stated plainly. “Mister President, I'm sure that if we made the case to the public under the principle of the matter we can garner some support. Now I agree normally I would not be in support of armed responses to this sort of situation, but someone has to take the lead there. Its not that I don't trust our allies, its just that we may need to provide a moderating force.” Richard tapped his nimble digits upon the oak desk he was sitting at, he started to consider those words carefully.

Interjecting with a soft tone and a pleasant smile Jessica said. “Mister President, our analysis of the situation and the deployment of allied forces concludes that the planet of Angosia will not need much support in terms of forces, at least initially. As for long term commitments, I am hoping we can nip any such thing in the bud.”

Malcolm nodded, he folded his hands on his lap and said. “I am quite sure we can bring them to the negotiating table eventually. And if we can work with any friendly nations to achieve this goal it will put an end to this conflict quickly.”

Richard sunk back in to his black upholstered seat, he let out a soft sigh and looked over to the two advisers in front of him. “This will still be a tough case to sell, but.. I can try. When you can I'd like a final combined report for the senate; I know they'll be tough to convince.. Start preparations for deployment.”

A message

President Sagen adjusted himself in his chair, his eyes glancing at the on air indicator as it began to blink from red to green. It had been several weeks since his meetings with his advisers on the “Angosian“ situation had transpired and he had spent that time gathering support in the congress for his administrations actions. And now it had all come down to this final pitch to the people, the resolution in the congress had barely passed but with that out of the way this was all that was left. The light turn green and with that he began to speak.

”Good afternoon my fellow citizens, I come before you today in order to clarify the latest actions by this government and to ask for your support. As you all know, several weeks ago I ordered the deployment and readying of our armed forces to respond to a situation in a system known as Angosia. This system is far from our own galaxy, so many may ask-yourselves why.. Why bother and why risk the lives of our brave men and women and drones in a campaign so distant from our own shores. Well there are several reason that I and I think you in the public would see as valid for what we are attempting, first let me say that I do not undertake any military camping without the most intense of thought put forth, to risk the lives of our soldiers and star-men in any endeavor is of the most serious concern to me personally and our government. I would not send any-one of our people in to harms way if it were not for a moral and necessary reason.

As for why it is important for us to do this, we not only have allies pledging to support a rebel cause on Angosia but we have a moral obligation to help these people. These freedom fighters are fighting for a cause that we ourselves strive to further day in and day out in our own galaxy, to establish a free government based on liberty and based on sapient rights. They are fighting the chains of tyranny and oppression that have held them down for generations, oppression that all around the universe never ceases to thrive in the depths of darkness and depravity. The echos of death and destruction can be put to a stop by our hands, the cries for help and for freedom can be soothed by our actions, our allies have taken the first steps and now we must do the same. We have the power, and the ability to shape this situation so that it does not involve the bloodshed of our allies or these people or of any side in this conflict for an extended period of time.

It is in my honest opinion our solemn duty to bring about the best conclusion to this incident. Let there be no mistake, we are not and I refuse to allow us to become a force to be used as a blunt instrument by anyone, we are taking this action merely to restore order , save lives. Help allies and assist in destroying one more shackle of tyranny in a distant land. Our government is nor will it allow itself to become a permanent residence on this world if we can avoid it, we are not there to prop up self interests. This decision was a hard one, one I did not make lightly, my hope that you will understand what this government is doing. Thank you for your time and good evening my fellow citizens.”

The screen went blank and Richard sunk in to his chair once more, he shook his head letting out an exasperated sigh, he hopped he had done what he wanted. But knowing how finicky public opinion was it was likely going to be a mixed bag.

TAS Brooklyn BBG-10

Admiral Jacqueline Sturgess, placed a cap with a platinum eagle on top of a terra-symbol on to her head and softly adjusted it. She looked at herself in the mirror her lithe form and black and gold trimmed uniform some of the more striking figures noticeable. She let here eyes rest upon her smooth pale face for a second making sure she had no noticeable blemishes. Jacqueline turned away and began walking toward the door, she placed a nimble digit against a holo console dimming down the soft yellow incandescent glow of the rooms lights. The fleet and its cargo of troops were well on its way and several moments from reaching their objective. Jacqueline quickly made her way through the smooth gray corridors towards the large CIC, the double doors swooshing open as she briskly walked in.

“General Vonesling, good morning.” She said with a professional tone in her voice, a smile crept across her smooth face as she nodded to the General. Herbert nodded back he responded leaning forward a bit upon a large circular holographic table. “ Good morning Admiral Sturgess. It seems that we're not the first ones here.” Jacqueline looked over the holographic representation of the system and the local space, the map changed as it zoomed in to unveil the scans of ships that had already entered. Jacqueline simply nodded and looked at the silhouettes of the ships in the system.

“I expected as much, after all we're coming from quite a bit away. Hm.. We will I suspect be entering in to heavy resistance, Brooklyn...” Jacqueline called out the AI she had an idea and her eyes lit up with the flames of such. The avatar of the ship flickered to life its holographic form appearing before the two officers. “Yes Admiral?” Jacqueline replied quickly. “ Brooklyn let the Trafalgar know I'd like their element to jump in behind the moon, we'll jump in to the “open”.” Brooklyn merely nodded, he placed a hand on his chain as the message was sent. “I assume we'll be attempting to lure them in to a fight away from the world?” Jacqueline nodded.. “Yes”

The mighty battleships Trafalgar, and Brooklyn simultaneously with the rest of the fleet jumped in, the bright white and blue swirling portals of hyper space were brighter than the systems sun, they instantly disappeared in to nothingness as soon as the ships they spat out cleared their horizons. The smaller cruisers , destroyers frigates and transports formed around the two large sleek battleships. Trafalgar was positioned behind a moon with her element of 12 ships. The Terran ships at first glance were devoid of weapons, their sleek contours and lines giving them a sense of toothless, the light of the near by sun shown across their gray smooth hulls illuminating them with an incandescent glow. Across the smooth forms of the Terran ship ports opened and turrets popped up, actuators and motors whirred, turrets large and small readied for combat energy rapidly shifted toward them. Vertical launch tubes were filled with their deadly payloads of missiles across the fleet, missiles rose from their magazines tube doors opened.

Jacqueline looked to Brooklyn and waved a hand saying in a calm tone. “Open a general channel.” Brooklyn nodded, it didn't take but an instant for a channel to be established to every faction currently in the system.

Code: Select all: ” This is Admiral Jacqueline Sturgess, of the United Terran Alliance on board the TAS Brooklyn. To those supporting the imperial forces in this system, I have been instructed by my government to give you 72 hours to withdraw your forces or being the process of withdraw, otherwise we will be forced to use force against you. Should you not heed this warning then we will use any means at our disposal to remove you from the system and this world.”

Herbert examined the surface scans of the planet, he pondered for a moment waving a hand moving the map around. “Well, it looks like we have some instillation’s present on the western continent by the coastline..” Herbert wasn't exactly surprised by these developments, he examined the situation closely his mind muddling through various thoughts and plans for what to do. Jacqueline looked over toward him saying softly. “I can assign a few ships to provide fire support and orbital bombardment to soften the targets up, but we'll be mostly busy with these guys up here.”

Herbert did not avert his gaze for one moment from the map, he simply responded while taking out a pipe from his pocket in a single swift movement. “Vell, air defenses vill be our first hurdle; I'm sure however we can deal with that via SEAD from drones. I vill start to prepare our forces for deployment. “ Jacqueline simply nodded in response, she looked to the avatar of Brooklyn and said plainly. “Target imperial forces in orbit , and I also want some of our missiles aimed toward the planet..” The avatar nodded.

Transport TAS Quebec

Sargent Willard Simmons placed a helmet over his head the smooth contours of his pale face and brown eyes were concealed by the opaque visor on his armor helmet. With a snap and a hiss the pressure of his exosuit equalized, he stepped away from his locker waving a hand over the sensor so it closed. His mind was on what was coming, it was on what was going to happen and the men and women and drones he head to lead in to battle. Weather this would be easy he didn't know and this troubled him greatly as it would trouble any other well trained NCO. As advanced as they were as powerful as they were, they were still vulnerable to war and the deaths that it wrought. He picked up his displacement rifle from his locker cocked back the energy initiator and slung it over his shoulder. Willard was part of Eighth Orbital Assault brigade and in charge of a fire team, he stepped out of the barracks in to the winding hall of the transport and turned to walk down towards the docking bay. He peered out of the holo screen his eyes locking on to the vast points of lights that each signified a star a burning ember in the life of the universe, in this distant sky and galaxy he couldn't help but wonder if any of those people out there knew what him and his countrymen were getting in to.

After a moment of staring out in to space he continued on his way, his mind focusing on the task at hand weather then on what will or could be. In every soldiers mind the thoughts that came before battle or of life always ran through their minds, it was normal and this day they would be more pronounced than ever before. Willard walked through the hallway and in to the double doors leading down a catwalk in to the vast bay, he panned the view before him, several drop ships lined either side of the gray smooth docking bay their gravatic engines roaring and crackling to life. His slight admiration for this scene was broken as someone spoke to him.

“Willard! I see they dragged you outta bed for this too eh?” The voice spoke in a cordial tone , it was none other than Jerik Rigck, a wolfian corporal assigned to Willard's squad. Willard looked over to the armored wolf man, he smiled under his opaque visor and responded with an equally cordial voice. “Yeah they did, I wouldn't miss this for the verse.. But shit dude we're a long way from home.”

Jerik chuckled he leaned upon the railing of the catwalk, he waved a hand in a caviler manner. “Well, I'm sure well be outta here in no time. If not you got me to keep you company.. Seriously though, don't let the distance get you down bro..” Willard glanced back at Jerik he nodded gently simply saying “Yeah..Lets get down there before they leave with out us.” Jerik chuckled again the two soldiers began walking down the stair way on to the tarmac. Around them were drones, many drones some sapient some guided and armored men and women of all creeds, colors and species.

Across the way toward the upper decks of the docking bay armored units rolled and hovered along on to teleportation pads and on to heavy drop ships, their fusion electric and conversion engines humming and reeving to life. The fleet, and the troops on the fleet were preparing for war, the might of the UTA was coming to bare slowly.

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by **The Torogian Collective** » Sun Feb 09, 2014 11:38 pm

The ships jumped back into reality, the blue gamma rays and orange X-rays disappearing off the monitors on the Sonazarian Dreadnought. In the bridge of the Dreadnought, all five Admirals were standing. One, the Versluis Admiral, was standing in front of the monitors. Another, the Dushraki Admiral, was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, waiting for the fun to happen. The last three, the Mineervi, the Sonazarian and the Jurgir were in the centre of the bridge, discussing amongst themselves. The Versluis Admiral was the first to speak up. "Why are we here again?" The Admiral asked, looking over his shoulder at the Mineervi, Jurgir and Sonazarian Admirals. They all turned to the Versluis Admiral. The Dushraki Admiral watched from afar, hoping this doesn't lead to another conflict. "The Arkatonians are under siege from themselves. Empire falling. Must help." The Mineervi nodded. The Dushraki Admiral rolled his eyes. He knew where this was going. "But this has nothing to do with the Collective!" The Versluis Admiral shouted. The Mineervi Admiral stepped forward. "If we restore order, we may become allies. Yes." The Mineervi Admiral replied, firmly. "The Collective doesn't need allies, we have each other." The Versluis retaliated. "Drozonans." The Mineervi Admiral said. The Versluis opened it's mouth, but then closed it. He turned around and looked at the monitors again. Everything went silent except for the crew, who were working hard to keep the fleets maintained. The Sonazarian left the trio and walked up a few stairs to sit in his commander's chair, overlooking the bridge. "Stop the fleets. Everyone head to your own fleets now. The Operation is about to begin." The Sonazarian Admiral said proudly. He was eager to get into battle.

A few shuttles left the Dreadnought, leaving the Sonazarian Admiral on board the Dreadnought. He watched the shuttles dock with their respective battleships. The Sonazarian smiled, the battle about to begin. They would head to Angosia to report to...whoever was left. Once that was completed, they would follow their objectives, with the Sonazarian fleet with the Dreadnought staying behind to help defend/take the planet in the Arkotanian Empire's name once more. The Jurgir and the Dushraki fleets would be a Task Force, and the Mineervi and the Versluis fleets would be another Task Force. These task forces would do what the Arkotanian's wanted them to, in theory any ways. The Sonazarian Admiral was fairly sceptical of this plan, knowing relations haven't been as stable since the sabotage on the Council Building. Nevertheless, the plan has to work if everyone wants to go home proud and another ally gained...possibly. The Sonazarian would love to win this war for the Empire, knowing that it would give his fleet and himself the victory he needs to rise up more into the ranks of the Sonazarian Military, hoping to gain more respect.

The Versluis Admiral sat in the chair in his personal room. "I can't believe I have to fight alongside those...idiotic Mineervi." The Admiral said to himself, nodding his head. He began to ponder. "Sure, we'll have the upper hand, but everything else? Communication?!" He thought to himself. The Admiral got up and opened the bulkhead to see his window, just a small, tiny window. He looked out to see a Mineervi Cruiser. The Admiral shivered a little. He closed the bulkhead on the window and sat down on his bed. "The Mineervi...how...uncivilized..."

He sighed, looking up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of his homeworld, which was a false sense of security to him. The Mineervi Admiral was calming before the coming battles, hoping to be calm once they arrive. Reports say that the Battle for Angosia has already begun, which was a complication. The Mineervi just hoped that there would be someone to report to when the fleets arrived. There were over a hundred ships, those could certainly do something, after all.

Back Home...
The Council was having a meeting in their Council Chamber, all 80 members and the 8 leaders. The Leaders stood on their little stage, looking over at the other 80 members of the council. "This war is not ours!" A Versluis Council Member shouted out. It was a mess. Many of the members were arguing from across the room. The Versluis Council Leader held all four of his hands up, and the room silenced, the council members sitting down. "Though this is not our war, expansion has nearly halted. It would be more of an advantage than anything to have more allies for the Collective. We've come to a standstill in all forms of technology, and expansion. We aren't in prosperity, and we aren't bankrupt. We need something to take us up, up and away once more!" The Versluis Council leader shouted, raising both sets of his hands. The council members cheered. "Once more and more allies have been gained, more systems will be taken, more mining will be done, and more growth will happen! Technologies will skyrocket, and we'll have utter domination against those who oppose us, like the Valen Empire (Not involved in RP) or his allies. The Collective will once again be something to be feared!" The Versluis Council Leader roared, hearing the members cheer as loud as thunder. The other leaders stepped forward. "Victories shall be had, defeats only to the enemy!" The Mineervi Council Leader shouted. "We shall be united as one, as always, brothers and sisters!" The Sonazarian shouted. The council room was so loud, you could barely think. The Versluis Council Leader smirked. "We will become more of a threat than any one else ever has, and ever will be to our enemies, and we shall smite them with extreme prejudice with new technologies, new militaries, and new weapons!" The Jurgir Council Leader stepped forward, shouting. The Joorg Council Leaders stepped forward. "All technology shared, all currency shared, and all might shared!" He shouted. The Vshorizi and the Drozonan stayed quiet, as usual. The Council room was in a roar, cheering. "This isn't our war, but we can make it ours!" The Mineervi Council Leader shouted, and the room kept cheering. Clearly, what they had said was working...

by **Nyte** » Mon Feb 10, 2014 9:47 pm

Arkotanian Space
Angosia System
Present

“Sir” Ensign Malaki said as he continued to monitor the comms traffic throughout the Angosia System. “I’ve got an incoming transmission from an Admiral Jacqueline Sturgess, of the United Terran Alliance. They’re demanding that we withdraw our forces within the next 72 hours or they’ll ‘use force’ against us… Should I send a reply Admiral?”

The Admiral, who had been busy coordinating the up-coming landing operation with Colonel Daven paused for a moment in thought. “Hmm… Ensign, I want you to encode a message hidden within a reply to this United Terran Alliance. Can you do so without our ‘allies’ detecting it?”

“Yes, Admiral I believe so” the Ensign replied. “However, I’m not sure that they would notice a hidden message, or if they would be able to decode it for that matter either sir.”

The Admiral shifted slightly in his command throne as he thought it over for a moment; weighing the options currently available he decided that it was worth it to at least make the attempt. “That’ll be fine Ensign. I’m willing to take the chance… It’s not like we really have anything to lose by making the attempt.” At that, the Admiral began typing a message on one of the numerous holographic displays that ringed his command throne. After perhaps a minute the Admiral sent the finished message to Ensign Malaki and continued. “There is the message that we’ll truly be sending. Once it’s properly protected I want you to open a channel to this Admiral Jacqueline Sturgess and send it over with the following un-encrypted message.”

Clearing his throat, the Admiral began “This is Admiral Joseph Lafuery of the Interstellar Empire of Nyte taskforce currently operating within the Angosian System. We have received your ‘message’” the Admiral said with a grim sounding chuckle as he continued. “However, I do not recognise you as having any authority with which to issue threats to my taskforce. While I personally found your message to be somewhat amusing, I’m afraid that this taskforce shall not be leaving any time soon. Furthermore, I shall give YOU 71 hours to withdraw YOUR forces from this system. If your vessels are not gone by that time, I can assure you that the consequences shall be extremely unpleasant…”

The Admiral leaned back in his command throne; a smile on his bearded face for the first time since having been assigned this mission. “Send the message Ensign” he said as he turned back to continue coordinating with Colonel Daven of the Nyte Army.

by **The Ben Boys** » Tue Feb 11, 2014 12:14 pm

Angosia, Western Continent
Unknown Native Seaside City
December, 2085 (Lys Standard)

The Benian forces had arrived some days earlier, coordinating with the rebel forces to maximize the Marines' extensive strength. General Murtaz had elected to join the guerillas in their fight against the G.U.P.U, placing troops among the rubble and the buildings in ambushes, awaiting for the moment when the patrols would come out and then slam them with the raw firepower that the soldiers carried. Their massive boltguns, in conjunction with their heavy though agile armor, allowed them to go toe-to-toe with most anti-infantry, but also allowed them to go against lightly-armored vehicles.

The Benians had also taken advantage of the vast underground networks, using them as command centers and operating posts so to coordinate better with the rebel forces. Whole companies could move from one side of the city to the other with ease, and per Benian military doctrine they could conserve the most troops whilst giving out the most firepower: within minutes of an ambush they would be gone, their massive bulks within the city sewers before adequte retaliation could arrive.

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Chief 1st class Roderik Moros' five-man squad had been waiting with the rebels, overlooking an street with the obvious intention of ambushing G.U.P.U. troops. The tactical scheme was simple, really: they were going to fire a pair of Splinter missiles at the oncoming vehicles, what seemed to be a pair of Grendel tanks and their escorts.

Once they rounded the corner, along with their escorts, Moros gave the fire order.

Their heavy armor warranted the use of the Splinter missile launchers, which upon firing would split into four separate missiles and hone in on four different pre-programmed "soft spots": the treads, the top of the turret, the engine cavity, and the back armor. Though devastatingly effective against Uli and Tnemeden vehicles, he didn't know how they would do against these new foes.

The other three Marines quickly followed with volleys of 20mm bolt rounds, ripping into any infantry or trooper that would stick their heads out of the cockpits. The rebels supplemented it with their own small arms fire, which made up for the Marines' heavy weapons but lack of volume.

by **Imperial City-States** » Tue Feb 11, 2014 7:58 pm

by **North Calaveras** » Tue Feb 11, 2014 8:10 pm

Angosia
Major Seaside City:Galigore
Western Continent
G.U.P.U. Forces

It was a little bit of a surprise when the Commanders Sorgan and Lurah were getting reports of foreign military assistence to the rebels. It was only a matter of time before someone was bound to hear their calls for war and join them in the overrunning of this world. Infantry units simply were unable to counter-attack the hulking powered armored infantry unless they were using heavy weapons. Patrols were going dark after ambushes. This was definatley not the rebels doing, they didn't have access to that kind of equipment unless it was being supplied by an outside source. Patrols were now not being let out without armor support. This came at a price however, as the two small bases were not intended on carrying out entire campaign, they were regional responses not meant for prolonged war. After all they were not there to fight an entire war but to assist in the disruption and destruction of local rebel forces, not to conquer a planet....

Angosia
Seaside City of Galigor
Ruined Industrial Zone
Patrol

Larsen and Karter, two Grendel tanks of the Dear Leaders forces, pushed their way into the contested wasteland of the massive spanning city. They moved slowly, behind their grinding treads moved a a few squads of GOU clones and their non-clone counterparts, the Children of Kash were packed into two "Harbinger" APC's. To supplement the patrols there were two Stalker recon vehicles and a solitary Type-36 "wildfire" anti-entrenchment vehicle. These vehicles were becoming more common at flushing rebels out of buildings with their sterilizing flame and incendiary grenade launchers. The vehicles chatted with each other on secure channels, relaying information to each other. Another advantage of the assimilating sentient minds into the vehicle-drones was the ability for the crews to no longer have to worry about communications as the vehicles could directly communicate without interference from fear, anger or any other troublesome emotions or battlefield stress.

As they rounded a corner the patrol stopped in it's track, literally. It was time for a small break from movement and to better assess their surroundings. The armor units swiveled their turrets, scanning the rubble and dust around them. The Type-36 flame tank, former designation Sandria, flicked the flames of her triple barrel flamethrower and whispered for protection from the Dear Leader. The men were ordered to stay in their vehicles, but that was soon to change. A soon as the patrol fired up their engines and began to roll out a two huge blasts rocked the front of the column. The first Splinter missile slamming into the front of the Grendel and ruining the front of Karter treads, practically scalping them from his chassis. With the impact the light shield generators on board Larsen pre-detonated the second missile causing the blast to spray in all directions. The shield collapsed but had saved the tank from a crippling blow. As with any contact fire was immediatly needed in all directions to add suppression, even if the enemies location was unknown. With a roar in the name of the Great Leader and his vision the column began to light up the area around them. Larsen fire his railgun cannon, causing a huge cloud of dust to form from the concussion. Karter swivled his turret slowly, the impact had crippled his treads and fried some of his electronics but he was still in the fight. Grendels were main battle tanks after all, designed to take some serious punishment. The Harbinger APC's spread out along with their escorts and deploy a smoke screen. As they did this the bolter-like fire came and peppered them from the Benvian Marines along with a large assortment of mixed rebel fire. The area was thrown into pure hell.

The first transports burst into flames and screams as a heavy dose of Benvian bolter fire began to tear into them. The Harbinger yelled in defiance as it's life was ended. Karters gone slowly fell to silence as fire had engulfed the tank and his electronics gave out from the crippling blast from the start of the fire. That wasn't after he annihilating a Benvian marine by firing his rail cannon directly into the hulking soldiers chest, dissecting his body into every direction. A flurry of twisted, almost white/purple lasers with a red hinge flew out from the smoke into the rebels forces. The second transports anti-infantry weapon sounded off, spraying the building nearby with super heated ultraviolet laser light. Unfortunately for the men in the second transport, they had to evacuate. As they did half of them were vaporized into pink mist from the large caliber bolter-like weapons fielded by their enemies new friends. Those that survived took cover of their own and responded with their own weaponry. Nobody could hear the falling of bodies, only the sick slicing sound of the lasers, the thundering of projectile weapons and the hellish whoosh of Sandrias flames as she pushed to the front of the column purifying anything hostile with her flames. The Stalkers unloaded their troops and took cover behind their vehicles. Sandria fired her grenades launchers spraying super heated tungsten shrapnel and napalm upon detonation, ending the lives of a few unlucky rebels.

She was soon met by a withering hail of bolter fire from beyond the smokescreen, denting her fuels tanks and cracking the outer shell of the flamers. While meant to be very durable the tanks could only given so much protection. They finally gave way after a rebels heavy plasma gun detonated the tank compartment showering the area with the liquid fire. Even though she was gone, the battle raged on as the two sides stabbed,clawed and shot their way through the choking smoke and flesh devouring flames.

by **Imperial City-States** » Tue Feb 11, 2014 8:32 pm

Sovereign Colonies Armed Forces
Operations Center
In Orbit of Raxis Prime

"As you can see sir the situation is spiraling out of control with the situation involving the Rebels on the Imperial Planet. Resources facilities that are of high strategic importance to the Sovereign Colonies as we are currently undergoing expansion beyond out domestic means to produce. Therefore I advise that we take military action in order to ensure the survivability of the colonies' interest in that region."
A young Major said as he finished his report.

Within the darkened briefing room officers from all units were assembled for the situation report involving the Imperial planet. While those within the SC cared little for what was going on outside of their own systems but when their expansion was threatened then the Armed Forces needed to step in.

"Gentlemen as you can see this situation requires the intervention of the Sovereign Colonies Armed Forces , Report to your units Gentlemen we leave within the week."

throughout the S.C. thousands of troops were given the order to mobilize and due to the S.C heightened Military state due to the hostile neighbors that surrounded their borders. By the end of the day S.C.A.F Commandos would leave for the Imperial world that was in a state of war and insert via orbital drop pod to conduct advanced recon well ahead of the main force.

by **The Ben Boys** » Tue Feb 11, 2014 9:03 pm

Angosia
Galigor, Dundra
477th Division HQ

"Talk to me," General Murtaz set his helmet on the holotable in the underground bunker that acted as division headquarters.

A Benian human, of Zeytyr origin if Murtaz had to guess, stepped forward with his helmet tucked under his arm. He had a captain's billet on his pauldron, the intelligence officer for the division and—for all intents and purposes—a fighting staff officer.

"The Xiscapians weren't far off, sir," the captain of course spoke of intelligence that they had gained from the kitsune empire, "The G.U.P.U. are incredibly destructive and merciless, and seem particularly adept at focusing in and destroying anything in it's path, regardless of cost in some cases. Sir, it's like we're fighting the Uli, except they aren't as reckless."

Murtaz nodded, understanding where he was coming from. They could fight something like the Uli—hell, they were trained to fight the things—but these weren't particularly Uli hurtling themselves into the path of their weapons, at least not yet.

"What's their weaponry look like? Projectiles or energy?" The general ignored the shifting view on the holographic battlefield as another squad made contact with a G.U.P.U. patrol, and appeared to be in one hell of a fight to.

"A bit of both, from what we can gather sir. They have railguns that make out boltguns look like toys, and their lasers can be devastating, but nothing that we haven't seen from the Tnemeden or Uli. The real jewel, sir, is their use of flame-based weaponry. We haven't used the stuff since the first Uli War, since the animals usually just shrug it off, and our armor can take the stuff easy—shit, the damn things are designed to—but the rebels are highly susceptible to it, sir. It doesn't quite negate the rebels, but it can beat them back enough to serious effect a firefight."

"That'll be all captain," Murtaz nodded at the officer to joined the rest of the headquarters company, just as a section of marines were passing through the adjacent tunnel on their way to intercept another patrol.

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Chief Moros looked to his right just in time to see his squadmate perish with a railround to the chest. He hardly flinched as his subordinate's FOF tag went dark, and kept up a hail of boltgun fire into the fray. The Godwyn spit out 20mm rounds at a rate of three hundred rounds per minute—five per second—with a heartbeat later replacing the magazine and keeping up the deadly staccato of fire, all the while moving to avoid being locked on.

He picked up his dead friend's missile launcher and fired two more missiles, which split into eight missiles, at the remaining enemy tank. One of his men, Kenro, had gotten close enough to the enemy troops to use his sword, made of Alpharus steel which had legendary durability. He was silent, however, his helmet masking his face as he went to work on anyone close enough to him to be decapitated.

The other two remaining troops had kept up their boltgun fire as well, though not joining the fray the way the rebels and Kenro were. Their targets switched quickly, no one getting an investment of more than three or four of the massive bolt rounds in their bodies before they moved on to the next and did the same, capitalizing on the enemy being distracted by the mob of rebels.

by **North Calaveras** » Tue Feb 11, 2014 11:00 pm

Angosia
Seaside City of Galigor
Ruined Industrial Zone
Patrol
Active Firefight

The battle was reaching it's peak as the two sides slugged into each other with their lethal arsenals constructed from their greatest minds of war. The area was already beaten down by artillery and other weapons before the G.U.P.U had arrived, and now it looked like Armageddon. Most of the convoy had been taken out, now destroyed wrecks of war spewing forth thick black smoke and fire into the air. Even in their death throws the mechanical beasts let out propaganda from their speakers,damning their enemies with the wrath of the Great Leader and his endless army. The rebels had the element of surprise and the Benvian marines provided a much needed tactical boost in firepower. The fight was one of the bloodiest and daring ambushes the rebels had taken so far, all thanks to their new comrades. More and more rebels were pouring into the area to join in and Commander Sorgan could not afford to spare to many troops for only one patrol. The patrol was a shell of it's former self, the only vehicles remaining in the fight were the two stalkers which were spewing forth their ultraviolet lasers through the now clearing smoke as the battle was slowing down.

The Dear Leaders infantry that had survived the unholy death that the Benvian marines had brought were now dug in across the streets spitting out laser and automatic pulse rifle fire. One of the Dear Leader warriors ran screaming across the street with two grenades in his hands, he uttered nothing but the glory of the cause and his divine destiny as a martyr for the Great Leader. Before he reached his targeted his lower half was vaporized by a bolt round causing him to fall leaving a skid mark of blood and fecal matter before the grenades detonated, leaving only a crater of his former self. In the roof of one of buildings a Mower had set himself up and was providing suppressing fire for the last few men at the bottom of the buildings. His machine gun sent out ear shattering hyper velocity rounds into the concert cover that the Benvians and their rebel scum were using. They showed the inhuman fanaticism, though it was more the brainwashing than a belief that was developed over time.

The screaming began to die down as the last remnants of the patrol were being finished off. Help would not arrived in time for them, but the battle had costed both sides dearly. The only people that remained for a few of the injured G.U.P.U troops that lay in the street dying from wounds or those buried under concrete. Even then they muttered insane wild-eyed propaganda like some kind of parrot. All of this could be seen from Commander Sorgans command table, as well as Lurahs. If the rebels wanted to play their ambush games, then he was more than willing to return the favor in the future...

by **Senkaku** » Wed Feb 12, 2014 7:55 am

Hancheng-4
Dingyuan Military Administrative Building
Three days previously

Qin Li-Mei looked over her console with an expression of delight, looking at her two commanders through the smart-glass screen.
"We have received the official Imperial dispensation for this little affair. The First Minister has informed the Arkotanian authorities of our stance on this affair and made clear what we're doing," she said delightedly.
Chao Zhang looked at her skeptically and glanced at something off-screen. "Certainly took long enough," he muttered. "More than a month for them to decide. And I hardly think our glorious Empress-Regent is perhaps, ah, thinking about this expedition in the same way we are, but no matter. Lord Kai's soldiers are fully loaded, and my ships are ready."
Li-Mei frowned. "Are you sure you will not take the junks? They would be useful, if only as-"
Kai Chuan broke in. "Honorable magistrate, use of those obsolete old craft would only serve to embarrass us before the galaxy. This must be a time to show our strength, not show such embarrassments."
"Very well. Head out immediately. The nine heavens know we've waited long enough for this chance."

Half an hour later, around two light-seconds from the DMAB, the ships of the Xianyang Fleet vanished one by one into hyperspace.

Angosia System

The Tiānhuáng breached from hyperspace with all the grace of a whale doing a belly-flop, which is to say, very little. The huge Shén Chuí-class battleship was, however, quite majestic, bathed in the light of exotic particles and waste photons that even as observed fizzled away in the iron grip of this universe's physical laws. The mighty flagship of the Xianyang Fleet was the first Qian ship to emerge, and it was followed first by another battleship, then by a few cruisers, and then the whole fleet erupted from hyperspace is a dazzling burst of heat and light. Immediately, data began to flow between the ships as they coordinated their formation, forming up around the transports. The fleet engaged its sub-luminal drives with a mighty, soundless roar, reverberating through the void, and began coasting slowly towards Angosia, some twelve light-seconds away.
Chao Zhang sat in his chair on the Tiānhuáng's bridge, surveying the huge holographic map of the system with a suspicious eye. He had read through the briefings quite thoroughly on their voyage here, and now he turned to Kai.
"I will land you and your men on this little moon, around this gas giant, and we will hang back for now. We are not picking up any transmissions, but I'm fairly certain information about us has preceded our arrival."
Kai shrugged. "You are in charge of space operations. Do as you see fit."

Around three minutes after it dropped out of hyperspace, the Qian fleet slowly entered orbit around a medium-sized moon of one of the system's gas giants, cautiously alerting their sensors for any communications or signs of danger as they eased into this new system.

by **Arkotania** » Wed Feb 12, 2014 6:46 pm

ANS Galaxos
Orbiting Angosia
The command frigate, ANS Galaxos, maintained orbit around Angosia, flanked by four cruisers. The ship had picked up a variety of messages,and information, and were now being reported to Captain Julin Gatthos, Captain of the Galaxos. After listening to the variety of messages sent to the Imperial side, the Captain prepared a reply.

Code: Select all: To All Imperium Supporters, This is Captain Julin Gatthos, of the Command Frigate Galaxos. We welcome your support in this conflict, and accept any offer of assistance against the rebels. Currently, Imperial ground troops have established a planetary base in the city of Theldosia after losing control of the capital city, but you may choose to set up your own FOBs anywhere on Angosia till decreed otherwise. War has no boundaries. May the God-Emperor grant us victory!

"Captain. There seems to be a great deal of military action around Galigor. Our intel reports that the People's Utopia had set up base there and secured the city, but have now encountered resistance from another foreign entity." one of the lieutenants announced
"Galigor. That's the city on the Eastern point of the continent of Dundar? What do we know about this city?"
"According to our database, Galigor is predominantly an industrial city, with heavy machinery factories and polluting manufacturing plants. It seems to be under the control of a crimeboss, Axlek "Bloody Fist" Lorg."
"A nasty brute. I once had to escort him on board this ship as a prisoner to this planet. He had murdered six people with his bare fists, pummeling them to their death, for simply giving him a bad glance. However, from what I understood, Axlek would always support the Imperium. Send a few transport crafts with some troops and equipment. Let him know we intend to have his support, and he'd best accept"

Galigor,Dundra
Angosia
Deep within the city of Galigor was a maze of warehouses, many of which were abandoned or in ruins. These remains were once the backbone of Galigor when it had first been settled. Now they were nothing but forgotten relics in the middle of a dirty and overcrowded city. This perception helped protect a certain group however. Nobody ventured into the area, as there was no reason to. This left the GaLekz operate in peace and secrecy. The GaLekz were run by Axlek Lorg, or the "Bloody Fist". His brutal gang has chose to remain inactive as the conflict raged around them, unlike the gangs of other cities.

This would change when four spacecrafts broke the silence of the abandoned territory, and landed in a clearing. Gangsters began to encircle the vessel, armed with a variety of weaponry(ranging from high-tech quality rifles, to makeshift balliistic rifles). Axlek himself appeared, visibly bothered by intrusion. However, as soon as he recognized the emblem etched onto the side of the crafts, he ordered his men to lower their weapons. "Drop yer weapons you imbeciles! Deez are Imperial crafts! You have death wishes?!"

200 soldiers emptied out from the four large crafts and soon, with the help of the gangsters, they were carrying supplies and munitions into a nearby warehouse that served as the gang's HQ. The commander of this unit delivered the captain's message, and soon Axlek pledged the support of his entire gang, 1000 thugs, along with the support of some of his weaker allies.

Qurodan,Angosia
The rebels fought hard, step by step, and finally made it to the palace. Once the defenses were breached, the remaining Imperial units began to falter. While the elite bodyguards retreated into the palace for a last stand, the regular infantry began to surrender. Now the rebels had surrounded the palace itself, and it's capture was imminent.

The elite bodyguards had a different opinion however. They knew that if a rebel flag was raised at the top of the palace, it would greatly bolster rebel support and nearly destroy the moral of the Imperial garrison. Even if reinforcements had arrived in space, they were too late. The bodyguards knew what they had to do.

The inside of the palace was a slaughter. Every room, every corner, every chamber had to be combed carefully, and the bodyguards had set up traps and ambushes all across the palace. Yet the rebels slowly gained the upper hand. As they reached the final grand chamber, once seating the planetary council, the bodyguards made their last stand. Their numbers dwindled against the larger rebels. Finally, as the last man lay bleeding, he spoke a quick prayer and pressed on a blinking light on his belt. While the rebels celebrated and cheered their victory and began to flood the palace, a shrill high-pitched noise echoed through the chambers. Those who heard it doubled over in pain.

A minute later, a great ball of blue energy enveloped the palace and palace grounds. hundreds of rebels and civilians within the vicinity died as the palace last-stand mechanism activated. The blue energy sphere expanded all the way to the defensive walls of the palace and inner capital. Abruptly, there was a bright flash and the powerful ground shaking rumbling of a massive explosion.

All that remained of the palace and inner capital was a smoldering pit. The rebel leaders had expected something as such though. They knew the zealous fervor of hardened Imperial troops, and the lengths they'd go for the "God-Emperor". Such was the cost of their rebellion, the price for their freedom. While rebel moral was impacted, it did not cause them to break down, but rather unite together even stronger then before.

by **The Ben Boys** » Wed Feb 12, 2014 7:03 pm

Angosia
Galigor, Dundra
Industrial Quarter

Moros hid behind a wall as a machine gun blasted it's way into their lines, it's heavy rounds skipping off his heavy forearm, missing him by just a hair. Seeing the rebels fall down near him and their screams echoing in his comms, he gritted his teeth in frustration. Bringing up his Godwyn boltgun, he accessed his Sonar, Thermal, Optical, Radar, Motion-Sensor (STORMS) system from passive to aggressive mode. Standing behind the thick wall, he carefully aimed his weapon until the STORMS locked on to the enemy gunner.

Deep breathe, Moros could hear himself thinking over the thick of the fight.

Blam, blam, blam.

He had shot through the wall, right at the Mower gunner's throat.

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They had followed the rebels back into the vast tunnel network, carrying the body of their dead comrade. He would most likely be sealed up in a flash-freeze body bag, his weapons distributed and what's left of his armor disassembled and to be used as spare parts. Some would call it distasteful in death, the Benian Marines called it conservation of resources.

Moros caught up to the rebel officer who had led their counterparts in the ambush, and found our much. Though the enemy patrol was wiped out to say the least, the rebels had lost a good half of their men, most of them already fatalities rather than wounded or missing. In many wars and many militaries this would be regarded as an acceptably high cost for such a victory, but despite the rebels' numbers they needed every man. The Benians had grown accustomed to high K to D ratios, though only losing a single marine in a fight like this was still seen as "acceptable".

Moros knew what "unacceptable" was, and was sorry to see that they had neared it.

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Angosia
Galigor, Dundra
477th Division HQ

"Sir, scouts report that GaLekz have pledged to the Imperial cause," Captain Dekmer.

"When was this," Murtaz put down his tablet and turned his steely eyes towards his eyes and ears of the division.

"Appeared to have happened a few hours ago, sir. We've been causing enough of a fuss that the Imperials want us shut down, and they are providing weapons and munitions to the gangsters, sir." the intelligence captain reported, "They have about a thousand fighters plus whatever allies they have as well."

"Whose the closest to their turf?" The holotable shifted to view GaLekz territory, marked in violet with the Benians and rebels marked in red.

"The 980th, sir. The regiment's reported that their 3rd battalion set up a base along that point, supposed to protect our southmost flank in case someone comes sneaking up. They've been carrying out hit-and-runs with the rebels against patrols moving through."

"Dekmer, send word to sweep up the neighborhood." Murtaz ordered, "But I want to know what the rebels can do. If we can carry out a joint-mission, then we can free up more troops for the firing line."

by **Arkotania** » Wed Feb 12, 2014 7:31 pm

Angosia
Galigor,Dundra
In the shadows of the various warehouses, a small unit scurried around, keeping it's distance from the GaLekz and the landed spacecraft. It was a six-man squad on recon. It wasn't much trouble to locate the GaLekz, and the rebels had been keeping an eye on their HQ ever since the war started. The arrival of Imperial crafts confirmed their original suspicion, Axkel would side with the Imperium like every gang had.

"Report this to base. All these soldiers here. Request reinforcements as well. If we catch them off-guard, we'll be able to do some damage." The sergeant of the unit ordered. As soon as they had contacted base, they unit set up overwatch, stealthily climbing onto a warehouse that had a decent view of the gangster HQ but was obstructed enough to keep them hidden.

The commander at the Galigor base, Ciser Rult, went over the recent intel reports. The enemy had 1,000 thugs of their own, along with 200 Imperial troopers, superior in every aspect to the standard Imperial garrison on the planet, also known as Imperial troopers in name. Yet the rebels of Galigor had a slight advantage, and that was speed. The rebels of Galigor, while smaller in number, with only 300 soldiers, had a wide assortment of technicals and armed grav-bikes. Commander Rult immediately dispatched four technicals, with 12 men on each and armed with auto-pulse guns(machine gun that fired charged energy. A powerful weapon that could cut through most armor). With these four vehicles, six grav-bikes were sent along, carrying two men each(with driver having access to a beam cannon mounted in the front). Thus a total of 60 troops were dispatched, along with the six recon troops. A small number but the element of surprise and firepower would be sufficient enough to disrupt enemy operations. Hopefully an foreign ally nearby would join in.

by **Imperial City-States** » Wed Feb 12, 2014 8:49 pm

Sovereign Colonies Armed Forces
12th Marine Expeditionary Force
w/ Elements of the Fourteenth SCAF Battlegroup
Sixteen hours from Angosia

Code: Select all: Message article AMT-345-1 TO: Imperial Forces on Angosia FROM: 12th MEF enroute to combat zone BEGIN MESSAGE To Whom it May Concern, My troops are currently enroute and will arrive before the end of the day. We plan on setting up a FOB approximately seventy miles south of Theldosia. We are the tip of the spear and more Sovereign Colonies forces are mobilizing for deployment in attempts to quell this uprising. Once our fleet arrives we will be able to provide Orbital support in the form of Strikes against rebel targets , Re-supply and opening up new landing areas across the planet. If there is[u] ANY[/u] chance that rebel forces could potentially secure control of orbital defense systems we must know before we begin our landing. Colonel Blackjack

Sovereign Colonies

Throughout the Colonies thousands of soldiers were being mobilized for the coming campaign. Tanks , IFV's , Fighters , Bombers and small-arms alike were all being loaded up. Across the Colonies countless factories churned out weapons and armor for the coming conflict.

by **North Calaveras** » Thu Feb 13, 2014 3:45 am

Angosia
Galigor, Dundra
Industrial Quarter

an Atlas-transport streaked across the burning sky's of the ruined metropolis of Galigor, it's body worn and scared from random rebel anti-air fire. The sun had gone down and the sounds of battle died down, but only slightly. War still raged on around the entire planet as if the large mass of earth in space was a body fighting a disease, or perhaps the disease was really a cure, it was really a matter of perspective. The G.U.P.U had entrenched themselves in their FOB, every day adding a little more cover or laying down another small bunker for it's inhabitants. Behind it was the untouched portion of the metropolis, and beyond that was the Kraken shipyard that Commander Lurah oversaw.

The ambush had taken another one of their patrols. While they delivered hellish reprisal for the attacks, they had nothing of significance other than trading blows with ambushing rebels in the black and grey ruins of the city. The mission was far from over but they needed some that would hurt the rebels. Commander Sorgan looked at his display, a huge flag of the G.U.P.U flew in the background and a large portrait of the Dear Leader smiling and bringing a bunch of happily surrendering rebels to the God-Emperor's banner could be seen. It was the latest piece of propaganda art that was featured. He could see where his units were and where a few of the enemies were after they had been marked by engaging forces.

Photon suppression drones were being deployed to harass any large mobs that formed who might have been supporters of the revolt. His air support was precious and limited, he had ample supply of troops and armored vehicles, but every day they lost scores to the rebels, though this was largely in due to their enemies new allies. It was time for a change however and change needed to come soon. It was time to play the rebels at their own game, though this time it would be a nightmare for them. During the day Ghouls were being dressed in the clothes of rebel dead and were beginning to gather around a large court yard that had been shelled the day prior by the Dear Leaders forces. These were especially equipped with high explosive shrapnel, great for dealing with the enemies light infantry. In small numbers heavy weapons teams and armor trickled into the area surrounding the courtyard and began to cover themselves in the debris of the city. Tanks hid themselves in blasted out walls, snipers took positions in roofs that oversaw the courtyards and troops waiting patiently in ready for their own ambush.

A group of four Type-4 "iron sky" tracked artillery peices positioned themselves just within range of bombardment. This was to inflict greater casualties on those that would try to escape the huge courtyard of death. The location was chosen for a very special reason, it had been largely abandoned and ignored during the fighting, with little activity from both sides. It was true that it was of little strategic importance, just another blasted point on a map. This was exactly the thing Commander Sorgan wanted. Already his men began loading "weapons" and "food" into some of the armored personal carriers to be transported to the local gang lord. Though these "weapons" and "food" were only a fraction of the cargo inside, as most of the occupants inside the APC's were more Ghouls that had been rigged with hallucinogenic gas bombs. The convoy would receive a somewhat decent guard, mostly of lighter stalkers and a few Emissarys for a show of strength, but not assuming of a convoy expecting heavy resistance.

The plan was stupid proof, after entrenching themselves in the courtyard they would wait for the transports to arrive. Once the convoy had arrived they would create a illusion of an accident, forcing the convoy to stop and call for help. The rebels would have received an tip off and no doubt with their illogical blood lust they would try to surround the convoy and claim it's contents for their own. If the Benians could be tricked then it would be even more delicious to the heavy weapon teams who over watched the courtyard. It was a circle of death awaiting the hungry and angry to swarm into it. The trap was set and the bait was moving towards it's goal and the Dear Leader had no problem killing a few of his own men to make the accident look legitement.

Two can play at this game... the Commander thought as small sprinkles of his forces moved into the courtyard, building up their hammer to strike a deadly blow to the enemies of the God-Emperor and Dear Leader.

by **Nyte** » Thu Feb 13, 2014 1:38 pm

Arkotanian Space
Angosia System
Present

Mission Command for the Nyte taskforce was a fairly large spherical room deep within the bowels of the Chalice of Sin. It was a fairly dark room; lit as it was only by the large holographic representation of the Angosia System and a few holographic displays containing information on the various other forces currently present in-system. Ignoring the displays for now, Admiral Joseph Lafuery instead focused his attention on the pair of life-sized holographic figures currently sharing the room with him.

“Captain Raskanos, Sergeant DeLucas… I intend for you to be the tip of the spear for our operations in this system so to speak. Captain, your ship – the Mortifera will be joined by the Defensor for the duration of this operation.” Turning to face the display of Angosia, the Admiral manipulated several displays and brought up a detailed representation of an extensively damaged industrial center. “This shit-hole here is Galigor” he said while pointing at the display for added effect. “Presently, both Imperial and allied forces are engaged with rebel soldiers in a cat and mouse game throughout the city, and this sector here contains a pair of GUPU bases that have been attempting to hold the city against a concerted rebel effort.”

Pausing a moment to stare at the display, the Admiral turned back to face his small audience and continued. “Captain, you will take your detachment and position it in orbit over Galigor. Once you have done so, you will commence with an immediate combat drop of our forces in these locations here, here, and here” the Admiral said while pointing out three fairly large empty sections of the city on the display. “You may support this drop with a limited orbital bombardment with your cannons to clear out these areas of any hidden resistance.” Highlighting the areas around the drop zones the Admiral continued… “These areas in particular need to be flattened. We know from preliminary reports that the rebels seem quite skilled at using the terrain to launch ambushes, and we know for a fact that they have some heavy-hitting supporters amongst them, so we shall minimize this threat by removing their cover.”

Turning the display back to its normal setting the Admiral turned to face the Nytelord Sergeant. “Sergeant DeLucas, while you are on the surface, you will have three primary objectives. The first will be to liase with our Imperial ‘allies’ and their supporters in the area and to coordinate our efforts there against the rebels. The second is to gather as much information as possible about the strengths and weaknesses of our ‘allies’ as well as gathering as much information as you can concerning their equipment and the tactics they favour. Lastly, you are to endeavour to make contact with rebel forces in the city. I do not care how you go about doing so… Just do it secretly; we don’t need our ‘allies’ catching on to the truth just yet… Dismissed” the Admiral finished and turned back to gaze at Angosia as the pair of holograms faded out…

by **Allanea** » Thu Feb 13, 2014 2:53 pm

Official Message from the Greenleaf Crown Charity

Greenleaf Crown Charity, having recognized the situation in this sector, and its increasing damage to civilian life, has now decided to launch Operation Mercybringer, in which we shall deploy a range of cargo spacecraft to deliver food, temporary housing, and other aid products to civilians on both sides of the conflict. We would like to request that Imperial and Rebel forces alike abstain engaging our spacecraft, and allow for the timely and safe delivery of aid.

We on our end guarantee that none of our spacecraft are military in nature, and they will not be used in any way, shape or form to engage any combatants, other than in the obvious contingency that if they are attacked we will defend ourselves and call for greater military force in the long run to retaliate for such action. However, we stress that this will not occur if our forces are not attacked, as it is absolutely not our goal to back either side in this conflict. It is only our goal to provide humanitarian aid.

We thank you for your understanding and cooperation.

* * *

Thus it did happen that, on the appointed day, several spacecraft burst into realspace near the planet. Two of them were painted deep-blue, and enormous - these were Vingilot cargo haulers of Menelmacari make, rented by the Charity from their owners for the specific purpose of providing aid in this conflict - one hauler for each major side in the altercation. Other ships were smaller - from about a hundred yards long to even shorter ships, some as small as a transit bus. They swarmed around the Vingilots like bees, filling their cargo holds with aid.

Soon, they began to speed down towards the planet, each ship with a different destination chosen based on population density and estimated needs for aid. The Vingilots remained in orbit, serene and calm an appearance, a reminder to all participants that this planet’s inhabitants needed help, and were about to receive it.

by **The Ben Boys** » Thu Feb 13, 2014 9:46 pm

Angosia
Galigor, Dundra
477th Division HQ

What are they playing at? Captain Dekmer rubbed his chin, staring down at the massive holotable, General Murtaz standing across from it in a position that he has scarcely left since he arrived. Dekmer had his scouting company monitor everything coming in and out of the G.U.P.U. firebase, and with what reports he received from the rebels things didn't make sense.

The G.U.P.U. couldn't get away with anything within rebel/Benian territory, which was one reason why these ambushes were so successful against comparatively large numbers. Between the rebels themselves, Dekmer's scouts, the innumerable surveillance devices, and the simple fact that it was their (as in the rebel's) home turf, they were able to see everything, just not know everything.

He currently had a section of twenty Marines on standby to quietly take out a set of artillery pieces that had passed through rebel territory hours earlier but stopped in a relatively unimportant area, probably for repairs or something. They could be done for within ten minutes, and Dekmer was about to give the section go-ahead before he started piecing together various reports and sightings. They had caught a few G.U.P.U. soldiers that had wandered too far, and aside from boltgun fodder had been brushed off. This should have been his first clue but he let it go since he assumed every army, even one as tightly organized as the G.U.P.U. appeared to be, had wayward troops without escort (or vice versa, as he dove into even the smallest reports he saw a vehicle or two alone).

Dekmer wasn't a stupid man, and eventually he gathered the little slivers of information and glued them together into haphazard, though recognizable, intel that gave a clear indication of the enemy's motives: it was a grand, elaborate ambush.

He turned to find his commander suddenly at his left, looking over his files while he was passing by. Murtaz's steely face didn't break as he came to the same conclusion as Dekmer, realizing that the rebels were about to walk into a trap. Without breaking a beat, the general ordered to the officer beside him, "Kill them."

Nothing more was said as Murtaz continued forward to whatever business he was occupied with. If there was anything that Dekmer knew about the general, it that he was a man that relegated words to a chore, and trusted his officers to carry them with the weight he did.

-----

Galigor
G.U.P.U. Artillery Emplacements

A squad of five marines was a problem, capable of leading a band of poorly-armed militants into decimating an intergalactic empire's armored convoy. A section of twenty was a nightmare by both comparison and lack of context, armed with a larger variety of weapons and greater numbers of the same demons.

They had waited in silence for the better part of an hour before the lieutenant received his confirmation signal, just as the ambush was about to start. Out of the dark alleys and piles of debris, six Splinter missiles divided into four separate warheads each for a total of twenty-four projectiles, half of them hitting the artillery pieces and the other half their escorts, or what passed for them. The ones impacting the artillery pieces honed in on their ammunition stores and engine compartments, aiming to cause a large enough of an explosion to destroy the vehicles.

Fourteen boltguns and cannons fired from various points around the emplacements, their massive boltrounds impacting the troops themselves, the steady fire occupying the eardrums of every Marine as they fired.

Sadly, the Benians couldn't do anything for their rebel brethren, only take retribution. They were simply too far away and too close to the ambush, and for now they were on there own, facing the full brunt of the ambush, hopefully without the artillery support.

-----

Galigor
980th Marine Regiment, 3rd Battalion, 4th Company
GaLekz territory

"Chief, move your squad up to the rooftop." Moros's miked whispered the lieutenant's orders, "Your squad is on overwatch facing west, so keep your guns cool until the rebels arrive."

Though hardly coordinated aside from discreetly announcing their presence to the rebels, the 100 Marines of 4th company were thusfar the largest single unit deployed since the division's arrival on the planet. Since they travelled through the tunnels, they were mostly undetected, though most of the company had set up a firing line far enough away so that they wouldn't be detected readily but close enough to be there on a moment's notice.

Kenro and Taskis had set up their boltguns to be well hidden but had a good look over the warehouses. The two had just got back from exchanging comms with a six-man recon squad that was undergoing to same mission. Denni had his anti-material rifle scanning the warehouse, waiting to spot anything out of the ordinary.

Moros, meanwhile, kept the Splinter launcher close by but sat down, resting his head against the wall behind him. He was ordered to call in the rest of the company once the fireworks started, since they didn't want their presence known until the last possible second. Besides, attacks from two different flanks, both having the element of surprise on their side, was an invaluable advantage. The shock factor alone could decide the victor.

by **Arkotania** » Thu Feb 13, 2014 10:42 pm

Galigor,Dundra

When the rebel units got close to the GaLekz warehouse, the scouts positioned on the overlooking roof began to take action. From one of their packs, they removed a handful of grenades. These were stun grenades, blinding and deafening the enemy, and also causing debilitating pain for a temporary period of time. It would incapacitate them long enough to mount an efficient surprise attack. They armed the grenades and tossed them.

The GaLekz thugs were still assisting a few Imperial troopers in carrying in supplies. One of them saw the grenades, but rather than shouting out in alarm, he just looked at the grenades with confusion. Instantly, there was a loud burst and a bright flash of light. Right after, the rebel motorbikes rushed in, firing their weapons at anything. As they reached the other side of the opening, they made a turn back and aimed to rush through the Imperial troopers and GaLekz once more.

Unknown to the rebels, the Imperial troopers had armor unlike that of the planetary garrison. Their helmets compensated for the light and sound, and the only thing that happened was a light headache, and some fading of color(enough light passed through to make seeing difficult, but they were not blinded). By the time the grav-bikes made their turn, the troopers had regained enough sight to retaliate. As the bikes reached the landing, the Imperial troopers outside began to move into position. There were now 46(4 KIA) troopers outside, with 56(14 KIA, all incapacitated for a minute or so) GaLekz thugs remaining.

The technicals set up right across the landing. They saw the troopers getting into position and realized the grenades had failed. The rebels on board quickly dismounted and ran for the cover the nearby warehouses. The technicals opened fire with their guns while slowly falling back. They were still big targets for the enemy, so they could not remain in the open.

by **Nyte** » Fri Feb 14, 2014 2:38 pm

Arkotanian Space
Angosia System
Present

The Mortifera and the Defensor made good speed repositioning themselves over Galigor; a direct contrast to their far more sedate arrival in the Angosia System. Maneuvering to bring their bows about to face the surface, the two ships continued to drift silently through the void for several more moments before finally unleashing their wrath upon the unsuspecting city far below. From both ships particle cannon and railgun fire fell like rain around the three sites chosen for the landing operation.

Within a few minutes large swathes of the city were simply vaporized or pounded out of existence by the intense volleys of gunfire… And then, just as quickly as it had come, the fire ceased with one last thunderous roar of railgun impacts amongst the few remaining ruins that bordered the landing site.

In space, the Mortifera itself seemed to be undergoing a transformation as the large armored ring-like structure at the rear of the vessel seemed to ripple and expand; grey armor plates shifting position and massive magnetic locks releasing their hold upon the arks that would be carrying Nytes armies on an express trip down to the planet’s surface in a fiery, high speed display. Six smaller vessels; each one a heavily armed and armored landing craft designed to function as a fortified strongpoint and FOB made their fiery re-entry into Angosia’s atmosphere and angled themselves so that two of the craft approached each of the chosen landing sites.

Shrugging off rebel AA fire with their thick armored hulls; hulls meant to withstand capital ship grade weaponry the six ships simply ignored the incoming fire as inconsequential and set themselves down amidst a billowing wave of dust and smoldering ash. Once on the ground, each craft split open with a wave of retracting armored shutters and began to disgorge highly organized groups of power armored infantry with support from a variety of mecha types; both bipedal and quad legged craft that bristled with a variety of solid shot and energy based weaponry. Last to emerge were the Tempest AFV’s and the ships compliment of Griever Mobile AA Turrets. Each part of this force moved with speed to pre-designated defensive positions containing overlapping fields of fire and easy lines of support; they would form the first line of defence while materials were gathered to form makeshift fortifications and barricades, and the hundreds of Concealed Weapons Emplacements the landing ships carried could be positioned in strategic locations throughout the surrounding area as both an early warning system, and as a harassment measure to be used against roving squads of rebel troops and any light to medium vehicles in their employ.

Within the next few hours, the area surrounding these landing sites would be transformed; each site containing designated fall back points in case of any large scale attacks by rebel forces, armored bulwarks and defensive emplacements, and concentric rings of weaponry all with murderous arcs of fire surrounding the massive hulks of their landing craft which would form the heart of their operations throughout Galigor and the surrounding countryside. Nyte had arrived on Angosia…

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