No Longer Alone (IC)

[Organized States]

Trans-Dimensional Earth, UNSC HIGHCOM Headquarters, Sydney


"What do you have for me today, Serin?"

"It appears we need some help in the other earth. My counterpart, President Ford, just informed me of the situation brewing on his side. Alien forces are now besieging the planet, and there are humans from a planet named Kobol assisting Earth. With your permission, Admiral Hood, I'd like to deploy the UNSC Calipso to their dimension. We promise to keep a low profile."

After mulling over the situation for a while,the admiral agreed.

"Deploy the Autumn Class Heavy Cruiser, but only cause minimal interactions. We have enough of a mess with North Central Positronics as it is. Dismissed."


UNSC Calipso, Sol System


Emerging with a burst of slipspace energy in high earth orbit, Captain Thomas Lasky addressed the Kobol Battlestar through a focused beam to prevent any snoopers, "This is Admiral Thomas Lasky of the United Nations Space Command vessel Calipso. We'd like to render assistance in your defense of the Sol System."

Parralel universes sending rescue fleets and people suddenly realizing that they aren't actually people?! The humans were supposed to use local knowledge and unorthadox tactics to defeat the invaders, not rescue fleets from another dimension, much less a video game dimension. The human factions are getting WAY too... wierd. The ability to submerge an entire city is dumb, and jet fighters would never work in space. I think a good tool for the humans to use would be playing the aliens against one another, moving the theater away from earth and into orbit.

What jet fighters in space? What submerged cities? Take it to the OOC, please.

[Hippie Kiwis]

That's perfectly alright. Don't worry about it.

BLACK MESA AIR BASE

The Cydrons waste no time, getting behind crates, car wrecks and anything else that could be used as cover as soon as gunshots were heard. Two Cydrons are slain by a heavy machine gun nest close to the command tower, but this loss paled in comparison to the damage done by the rapidly advancing horde of warriors. At least several hundred humans dead - the exact number isn't yet clear - in exchange for sixty-five Cydrons is a raw deal as far as Dad is concerned. The aforementioned gun post is swiftly obliterated by a tank shell, but it'll take a lot more than that to depose the garrison of elite human soldiers protecting the GGE deposit underneath the base to the bitter end. Perhaps another bombing raid would dislodge them? The previous wave of raiders had fully rearmed and could link up with the third wave of another six bombers arriving in force to hammer enemy positions.

That was when Dad remembered the rattleswatteys*. He turned to some of the soldiers, still under fire from the tower position.
"Any of you lags got any boomers**?"
A voice is uttered from behind him...
"Of course I 'ave, Dad! Always keep a bag handy!"
"What's your name, sonny?"
"Twigs."
"Alright, Twigs. Come along with me and bring your bag of boomers. I may yet have a use for you. Guardsmen, follow me! Everyone else, provide suppressing fire!"

The other Cydron soldiers focus massive firepower on the enemies directly in front of them, apparently regardless of potential casualties they may suffer. As Dad and Twigs leave them behind, a sudden rain of ship-launched missiles hammers their position. Death toll is now seventy. With that, Dad, Twigs and the formers' bodyguard run off to disable the anti-air emplacements still active around the base...

* - Rattleswattey = C-RAM, name combines "rattler" (machine gun) and "swattey" (AA emplacement)
** - Boomer = shaped antimatter charge, roughly equivalent to a block of C4, name is self explanatory.

The Turmenistan casualties was in the hundreds. Xu international was evacuated and now was landing military reinforcements.

By now, the Black Mesa AFB had been leveled, and the remaining forces were retreating to the Johnston's Mountains.

Hopefully they'd focus on the big-ass uranium deposit in the middle of Black mesa.. Because the Turmenistans had bigger problems: Johnston's Attol, the most populated city on Xu, was still being evacuated..

The tosevites flee. The dead moan or gurgle. shrieks and screams are easy to hear. Victory at last. Skimmers sreech overhead raining death upon the cowardly tosevites. The mountains loom on the horizon, infested with tosevites. They would fall too. But for now, Celebim rejoiced. The cydrons prowl the uranium rich soil, whilst the Embrion bathe in pools of water. Water. Water that gave the Embrion life shall also bring death, but now, it brought joy. The dry heat of the desert strained the Embrion. Only the psychi of those elswhere kept them strong. The sweet wetness of the water was like ichor. pure and... good. Victory.

[West Aurelia]

Carrier Strike Group

"Damn, they took Black Mesa," the general said. "I don't want to risk our pilots' lives for a lost cause. But I will risk their lives to save the civilians at Johnston's Attol."

10 F/A-36s took off from the carrier as well as various nearby bases and headed to the skies above Johnston's Attol, which was still being evacuated. Surely, just surely, these aliens were civilized enough to not attack a civilian population.

Somewhere

Tegge picked up something on the tachyon radar. More tosevite craft. He immediately beamed to the home fleet a request for another wing of skimmers. Skimmers are faster than tosevite craft, so they should arrive about a minute earlier.

The 20 F/A-36s arrived a minute too late. The aliens had called in reinforcements, and the 5 surviving fighters were now down to 2. They immediately engaged the enemies, and surprisingly managed to bring down 4 of their craft. However, the tides began to turn and 7 fighters were destroyed in quick succession.

Site 14, Undisclosed Location

"Do you trust 'em?" The ensign looked at his lieutenant.
"Do you? But what's it matter. They'll shoot us if we try to take off again, and they'll probably blow the thing up trying to get us out if we stay in here." The lieutenant looked at the ensign who was now even more terrified. "Hey, remember your first encounter with other world species? What did you expect from them? You thought they'd be really different looking right? And they were too probably. But guess what? These guys look just like us. You're just stepping on a colony in the Out Territories that doesn't really like the government. They're just more humans that don't trust us and will be pointing guns at us. Remember that. They're just like us."
The ensign closed his eyes for a second and he seemed to calm down.

The doors of the raptor opened and they found themselves looking down more than a couple rifle barrels. Slowly moving her hands up, the lieutenant pointed at a box on the wall of the space craft and slowly grabbed it. She then spoke in his language and the box sent out the translated version.
"Hello, I Leftenant Karlan. We come from The Remnants of Kobol. Our Group of Star Battles is above this ground. Please, to your commander take us. We requiring communicating with them."

The soldiers were shocked. She looked just like them. If they didn't know, they would have said that she was a human. Four soldiers in HAZMAT suits grabbed Karlan and took her to a room to be scanned for any alien diseases and checked for any weapons. Following the long examination, she was taken to a secure briefing room with Jones and Free, both of whom carried hidden pistols in the event things got violent. Heavily armed guards were waiting outside the door.

"Welcome to Earth," Jones said into the translation device. "You look surprisingly human. I'm not going to delve into why that is so, as there are more pressing concerns. I understand that your people, the Kobol, wish to assist us against the other extraterrestrial forces. How can I trust you?"

[Hippie Kiwis]

Carrier Strike Group

"Damn, they took Black Mesa," the general said. "I don't want to risk our pilots' lives for a lost cause. But I will risk their lives to save the civilians at Johnston's Attol."

10 F/A-36s took off from the carrier as well as various nearby bases and headed to the skies above Johnston's Attol, which was still being evacuated. Surely, just surely, these aliens were civilized enough to not attack a civilian population.

Somewhere

Tegge picked up something on the tachyon radar. More tosevite craft. He immediately beamed to the home fleet a request for another wing of skimmers. Skimmers are faster than tosevite craft, so they should arrive about a minute earlier.

The 20 F/A-36s arrived a minute too late. The aliens had called in reinforcements, and the 5 surviving fighters were now down to 2. They immediately engaged the enemies, and surprisingly managed to bring down 4 of their craft. However, the tides began to turn and 7 fighters were destroyed in quick succession.

Site 14, Undisclosed Location

"Do you trust 'em?" The ensign looked at his lieutenant.
"Do you? But what's it matter. They'll shoot us if we try to take off again, and they'll probably blow the thing up trying to get us out if we stay in here." The lieutenant looked at the ensign who was now even more terrified. "Hey, remember your first encounter with other world species? What did you expect from them? You thought they'd be really different looking right? And they were too probably. But guess what? These guys look just like us. You're just stepping on a colony in the Out Territories that doesn't really like the government. They're just more humans that don't trust us and will be pointing guns at us. Remember that. They're just like us."
The ensign closed his eyes for a second and he seemed to calm down.

The doors of the raptor opened and they found themselves looking down more than a couple rifle barrels. Slowly moving her hands up, the lieutenant pointed at a box on the wall of the space craft and slowly grabbed it. She then spoke in his language and the box sent out the translated version.
"Hello, I Leftenant Karlan. We come from The Remnants of Kobol. Our Group of Star Battles is above this ground. Please, to your commander take us. We requiring communicating with them."

The soldiers were shocked. She looked just like them. If they didn't know, they would have said that she was a human. Four soldiers in HAZMAT suits grabbed Karlan and took her to a room to be scanned for any alien diseases and checked for any weapons. Following the long examination, she was taken to a secure briefing room with Jones and Free, both of whom carried hidden pistols in the event things got violent. Heavily armed guards were waiting outside the door.

"Welcome to Earth," Jones said into the translation device. "You look surprisingly human. I'm not going to delve into why that is so, as there are more pressing concerns. I understand that your people, the Kobol, wish to assist us against the other extraterrestrial forces. How can I trust you?"

Skimmers engaged tosevite craft above the area tosevites call Johnsons Atoll. Drop-ships swooped to the ground, opening their large cargo doors. Tosevite civilians fled in every direction. Embrion warriors engaged tosevite troops, while officers collared unarmed tosevites and pulled them onto the drop-ships. The Embrion were civilized. They did not massacre unless out of necessity. Tosevites were rounded up like cattle onto transports were they would be tacken to the hyperway jump point before they would be transfered to tau ceti to be distributed. More tosevite civilians died from their own troops than Embrion soldiers. Many Embrion died, but many more tosevites did as well. The cassualties were higher than normal in this theater. The cydrons were still extracting their precious uranium from the desert. The Embrion had moved past xu and into the hills and mountains to the west. Blood was everywhere. Tosevites struggled against their bonds. Death, burt flesh, screams, shrieks groans, gurgles, all filling the air. The drop-ships pulled away with their living cargo. Skimmers withdrew as well. The tosevites were left to lick their wounds while the largest successful raid on tosev returned home. Real home. Tau ceti home.

Hundreds dead. Na'aeka was not happy. The raid succeeded, yes, but the cassualties were high. The cydrons stuck their heads in the ground looking for their precious uranium while Embrion soldiers were dying by tosevite hands. It frustrated her. No, she must not think that way. The cydrons were good allies and she must not grow angry with them. She paced, clicking her mandibles.

[Turmenista]

Carrier Strike Group

"Damn, they took Black Mesa," the general said. "I don't want to risk our pilots' lives for a lost cause. But I will risk their lives to save the civilians at Johnston's Attol."

10 F/A-36s took off from the carrier as well as various nearby bases and headed to the skies above Johnston's Attol, which was still being evacuated. Surely, just surely, these aliens were civilized enough to not attack a civilian population.

Somewhere



The 20 F/A-36s arrived a minute too late. The aliens had called in reinforcements, and the 5 surviving fighters were now down to 2. They immediately engaged the enemies, and surprisingly managed to bring down 4 of their craft. However, the tides began to turn and 7 fighters were destroyed in quick succession.

Site 14, Undisclosed Location



The soldiers were shocked. She looked just like them. If they didn't know, they would have said that she was a human. Four soldiers in HAZMAT suits grabbed Karlan and took her to a room to be scanned for any alien diseases and checked for any weapons. Following the long examination, she was taken to a secure briefing room with Jones and Free, both of whom carried hidden pistols in the event things got violent. Heavily armed guards were waiting outside the door.

"Welcome to Earth," Jones said into the translation device. "You look surprisingly human. I'm not going to delve into why that is so, as there are more pressing concerns. I understand that your people, the Kobol, wish to assist us against the other extraterrestrial forces. How can I trust you?"

Skimmers engaged tosevite craft above the area tosevites call Johnsons Atoll. Drop-ships swooped to the ground, opening their large cargo doors. Tosevite civilians fled in every direction. Embrion warriors engaged tosevite troops, while officers collared unarmed tosevites and pulled them onto the drop-ships. The Embrion were civilized. They did not massacre unless out of necessity. Tosevites were rounded up like cattle onto transports were they would be tacken to the hyperway jump point before they would be transfered to tau ceti to be distributed. More tosevite civilians died from their own troops than Embrion soldiers. Many Embrion died, but many more tosevites did as well. The cassualties were higher than normal in this theater. The cydrons were still extracting their precious uranium from the desert. The Embrion had moved past xu and into the hills and mountains to the west. Blood was everywhere. Tosevites struggled against their bonds. Death, burt flesh, screams, shrieks groans, gurgles, all filling the air. The drop-ships pulled away with their living cargo. Skimmers withdrew as well. The tosevites were left to lick their wounds while the largest successful raid on tosev returned home. Real home. Tau ceti home.

Hundreds dead. Na'aeka was not happy. The raid succeeded, yes, but the cassualties were high. The cydrons stuck their heads in the ground looking for their precious uranium while Embrion soldiers were dying by tosevite hands. It frustrated her. No, she must not think that way. The cydrons were good allies and she must not grow angry with them. She paced, clicking her mandibles.

(OOC: Half of Johnston's Attol's 2 million population gone in *snaap* just like that. My nation is going through some tough shit.. Be advised that evacuation was underway, so not 100% of the JA population were taken.)

[Hippie Kiwis]

Carrier Strike Group

"Damn, they took Black Mesa," the general said. "I don't want to risk our pilots' lives for a lost cause. But I will risk their lives to save the civilians at Johnston's Attol."

10 F/A-36s took off from the carrier as well as various nearby bases and headed to the skies above Johnston's Attol, which was still being evacuated. Surely, just surely, these aliens were civilized enough to not attack a civilian population.

Somewhere



The 20 F/A-36s arrived a minute too late. The aliens had called in reinforcements, and the 5 surviving fighters were now down to 2. They immediately engaged the enemies, and surprisingly managed to bring down 4 of their craft. However, the tides began to turn and 7 fighters were destroyed in quick succession.

Site 14, Undisclosed Location



The soldiers were shocked. She looked just like them. If they didn't know, they would have said that she was a human. Four soldiers in HAZMAT suits grabbed Karlan and took her to a room to be scanned for any alien diseases and checked for any weapons. Following the long examination, she was taken to a secure briefing room with Jones and Free, both of whom carried hidden pistols in the event things got violent. Heavily armed guards were waiting outside the door.

"Welcome to Earth," Jones said into the translation device. "You look surprisingly human. I'm not going to delve into why that is so, as there are more pressing concerns. I understand that your people, the Kobol, wish to assist us against the other extraterrestrial forces. How can I trust you?"

Skimmers engaged tosevite craft above the area tosevites call Johnsons Atoll. Drop-ships swooped to the ground, opening their large cargo doors. Tosevite civilians fled in every direction. Embrion warriors engaged tosevite troops, while officers collared unarmed tosevites and pulled them onto the drop-ships. The Embrion were civilized. They did not massacre unless out of necessity. Tosevites were rounded up like cattle onto transports were they would be tacken to the hyperway jump point before they would be transfered to tau ceti to be distributed. More tosevite civilians died from their own troops than Embrion soldiers. Many Embrion died, but many more tosevites did as well. The cassualties were higher than normal in this theater. The cydrons were still extracting their precious uranium from the desert. The Embrion had moved past xu and into the hills and mountains to the west. Blood was everywhere. Tosevites struggled against their bonds. Death, burt flesh, screams, shrieks groans, gurgles, all filling the air. The drop-ships pulled away with their living cargo. Skimmers withdrew as well. The tosevites were left to lick their wounds while the largest successful raid on tosev returned home. Real home. Tau ceti home.

Hundreds dead. Na'aeka was not happy. The raid succeeded, yes, but the cassualties were high. The cydrons stuck their heads in the ground looking for their precious uranium while Embrion soldiers were dying by tosevite hands. It frustrated her. No, she must not think that way. The cydrons were good allies and she must not grow angry with them. She paced, clicking her mandibles.

Only enough were tacken to fill the drop-ships, and it was more like 1/5 not 1/2.

[Organized States]

Skimmers engaged tosevite craft above the area tosevites call Johnsons Atoll. Drop-ships swooped to the ground, opening their large cargo doors. Tosevite civilians fled in every direction. Embrion warriors engaged tosevite troops, while officers collared unarmed tosevites and pulled them onto the drop-ships. The Embrion were civilized. They did not massacre unless out of necessity. Tosevites were rounded up like cattle onto transports were they would be tacken to the hyperway jump point before they would be transfered to tau ceti to be distributed. More tosevite civilians died from their own troops than Embrion soldiers. Many Embrion died, but many more tosevites did as well. The cassualties were higher than normal in this theater. The cydrons were still extracting their precious uranium from the desert. The Embrion had moved past xu and into the hills and mountains to the west. Blood was everywhere. Tosevites struggled against their bonds. Death, burt flesh, screams, shrieks groans, gurgles, all filling the air. The drop-ships pulled away with their living cargo. Skimmers withdrew as well. The tosevites were left to lick their wounds while the largest successful raid on tosev returned home. Real home. Tau ceti home.

Hundreds dead. Na'aeka was not happy. The raid succeeded, yes, but the cassualties were high. The cydrons stuck their heads in the ground looking for their precious uranium while Embrion soldiers were dying by tosevite hands. It frustrated her. No, she must not think that way. The cydrons were good allies and she must not grow angry with them. She paced, clicking her mandibles.

Only enough were tacken to fill the drop-ships, and it was more like 1/5 not 1/2.

One fifth is excessive, you'd only be able to get less than 800 before you'd face retribution

[Turmenista]

Skimmers engaged tosevite craft above the area tosevites call Johnsons Atoll. Drop-ships swooped to the ground, opening their large cargo doors. Tosevite civilians fled in every direction. Embrion warriors engaged tosevite troops, while officers collared unarmed tosevites and pulled them onto the drop-ships. The Embrion were civilized. They did not massacre unless out of necessity. Tosevites were rounded up like cattle onto transports were they would be tacken to the hyperway jump point before they would be transfered to tau ceti to be distributed. More tosevite civilians died from their own troops than Embrion soldiers. Many Embrion died, but many more tosevites did as well. The cassualties were higher than normal in this theater. The cydrons were still extracting their precious uranium from the desert. The Embrion had moved past xu and into the hills and mountains to the west. Blood was everywhere. Tosevites struggled against their bonds. Death, burt flesh, screams, shrieks groans, gurgles, all filling the air. The drop-ships pulled away with their living cargo. Skimmers withdrew as well. The tosevites were left to lick their wounds while the largest successful raid on tosev returned home. Real home. Tau ceti home.

Hundreds dead. Na'aeka was not happy. The raid succeeded, yes, but the cassualties were high. The cydrons stuck their heads in the ground looking for their precious uranium while Embrion soldiers were dying by tosevite hands. It frustrated her. No, she must not think that way. The cydrons were good allies and she must not grow angry with them. She paced, clicking her mandibles.

Only enough were tacken to fill the drop-ships, and it was more like 1/5 not 1/2.

JOHNSTON'S ATTOL, XU ISLAND

"You want to die under tons of rubble, marines?" Commander Sergeant Lopez yelled, pulling up the ITV to the soldier on the ground. "HELL NO SIR!" The Turmenistan Marine pulled on his CYCLOPS helmet, leaping onto the Jeeps XM69 Grenade launcher.

They drove through the deserted streets, VTOLS roaring over them carrying Civilians to the Essex to be Evacuated. The soldiers in the city's job were to defend it until everyone was evacuated. But this was turning from a simple battle to A battle for survival. If these aliens wanted Uranium so badly, why couldn't they have just taken the deposit in Xu desert peacefully and leave? This was becoming far worse than intended… If only those marines the night before didn't shoot first.. In only 24 hours, a full-scale war had been raged at the Black mesa, leaving hundreds of casualties for both sides..

[Hippie Kiwis]

Only enough were tacken to fill the drop-ships, and it was more like 1/5 not 1/2.

One fifth is excessive, you'd only be able to get less than 800 before you'd face retribution

OK, more like 2,000 were taken. 1/500

[Hotgrat]

OOC: I'll just continue from where the rod struck down into the capsule thing.

The smoke created by the rod was intense, atleast for a few minutes. One second after the initial shock was over, and the whole SRDC was at full alert. After all, a rod had suddenly stricken down into the visitor's capsule. The translator, who had survived somehow, was one of the few left outside who weren't in shock, injured, or potentialy dead. As the major from space asked the translator a question, the translator was quick to answer.

"That? No! We aren't stupid enough to strike down this close to the HQ! ...Sorry."

Shortly, the fire brigade would arrive on the scene, along with ambulances and police cars. The area was quickly sealed off from the public, in an attempt to keep them calm. After all, something with great destructive force had just stricken down in the city. The damage wasn't anywhere as big as expected, but it was there. The capsule was competely destroyed, and it appeared that there had been more people in there. Well, they were mostly juice now...

Over at HNAB Rendered.

"HNAB Rendered, following under command of the SRDC, come in!"

The message was sudden. Did something happen over at the headquarters, or was this just a call to secure that Rendered was still within the hands of the SRDC? Whatever the matter, a response was neccesary.

"This is HNAB Rendered, what is it SRDC?"

"Rendered, be advised, we have been under attack and are unable to maintain a secure chain of command. We have informed all units under the command of SRDC to follow Rendered's commands. This will be our last transmission during this week, can you handle it?"'

It was a big task that the SRDC had put on his shoulders. After all, only one in the Rendered airbase had officer training. A PFCITF. Well, it would have to make due. They didn't have the option to make anyone else take command, becuase no one else had the correct authority, or training to make the commanding effective.

"This is Rendered. Understood. We will asume command."

A relieved sigh was heard on the other side of the line.

"Thank you, Rendered. SRDC out."

The line was then cut.

[Blawell]

Earth Orbit

The small group of Blawellan star ships left Earth Ozone and begin to encounter alien space units. All Light escorts take the lead and begin to clear a path for the group while 5 Medium Star fighters stay behind the Star Transport and provide cover.

Inside the Star Transport, Queen Lissette compose and send a message to all the human leaders

To: All Human Nations
From: Queen Lissette of Blawell

Dear friends,

If you watch my speech today, you are probably still in shock about my nation and Blawellan people. However, you should have no fear or ill feeling about us. We had been co-exist with all of you since... god know when, and we did nothing but promote peaceful & fair business deals. At this moment, those hostile aliens are not only enemy to you but to us as well. I sincerely apology to all of you for our deception about our truth self. To move forward, I would like to extend our hand to all of you, to help you with some of our technologies. Please send contact information and your delegate to meet with us at our island. If you are under siege and wish to co-operate with us please send distress message.

Your friend.

Queen Lissette of Blawell

Blawell Island

2 groups of five X-12 Fighter is rocketing out of a hidden tunnel of secret underground complex. 2 TA-01 Air Transport aircraft took off at the main air base of Blawell city, each carrying 100 Elite Troopers and equipment. Half of them are heading to JOHNSTON'S ATTOL - XU ISLAND, the other half are heading to Rendered airbase. Soon after clearing Blawell island's air space, the transport aircraft join the fighters and form a formation where the transport aircraft is in the middle of the formation.

The mission objective for the Elite Troopers is to help human defend their locations until human evacuation complete. The mission objective for the X-12 fighters is to defend the transport aircraft and to present a show-of-force to both human and alien.

X-12 Fighter



TA-01 Air Transport



Elite Trooper



Elite Trooper with equipment

[Blakullar]

BLACK MESA AIR BASE

The battle has been won and the enemy is in full retreat, with stragglers quickly being exterminated. Dad and the other Cydrons are preparing to build fortifications and machines to extract the precious GGE are being landed. A jump gate from Cydron Prime is being established to enable the warriors to push further across the island. The cruiser that delivered the Cydrons here is landing on the wrecked airstrip, carrying further equipment and soldiers. Dad would like to tell the assisting Embrions that they couldn't have done it without them, but the reality was, they probably could. The Embrions were here merely to assist. Besides, Dad still did not know their true intentions. As far as he knew, they could wake up one night and steal the extracted GGE from right under their noses. Or worse, they could turn out to be assisting the humans and slay the Cydrons while they slept. But the unwise thing to do would be to turn on them. They had, after all, voided their lives to help the Cydrons acquire a new GGE deposit. Let's just wait and see what happens, Dad thought.

[Hippie Kiwis]

BLACK MESA AIR BASE

The battle has been won and the enemy is in full retreat, with stragglers quickly being exterminated. Dad and the other Cydrons are preparing to build fortifications and machines to extract the precious GGE are being landed. A jump gate from Cydron Prime is being established to enable the warriors to push further across the island. The cruiser that delivered the Cydrons here is landing on the wrecked airstrip, carrying further equipment and soldiers. Dad would like to tell the assisting Embrions that they couldn't have done it without them, but the reality was, they probably could. The Embrions were here merely to assist. Besides, Dad still did not know their true intentions. As far as he knew, they could wake up one night and steal the extracted GGE from right under their noses. Or worse, they could turn out to be assisting the humans and slay the Cydrons while they slept. But the unwise thing to do would be to turn on them. They had, after all, voided their lives to help the Cydrons acquire a new GGE deposit. Let's just wait and see what happens, Dad thought.

Na'aeka psychichly inspected the construction of the new forward base. The cydrons were fortifying the old tosevite airbase, the Embrion had more honor than that. Concussion missile launchers were being set up in portable batteries, aim to the mountains were the tosevites hid. The tosevites had evacuated the town in the foothills, now filled with auto-gun bunkers and other military emplacements. She clicked her mandibles in annoyance as one of the workers dropped a plank. He was rewarded with a brush of pain over his mind. The situation could've been worse. Several of the strange fleets in orbit of tosev had left, one of them violently. The cydrons went about their mining operation. She wasn't quite sure what to do about them. For all she new, that uranium could be going into warhead production, and radioactive death would spill over the Embrion, but the cydrons seemed too simple-minded for such a bold move. She would wait and watch, curious. A wing of skimmers flew towards the tosevite possitions when she sensed the sensor suite operators. Something was leaving the atmosphere. It's ballistic trajectory stated it was from the small island nation of blawell. She moved one of the stealth shuttles to investigate, spacial warp field active.

[Blawell]

Na'aeka psychichly inspected the construction of the new forward base. The cydrons were fortifying the old tosevite airbase, the Embrion had more honor than that. Concussion missile launchers were being set up in portable batteries, aim to the mountains were the tosevites hid. The tosevites had evacuated the town in the foothills, now filled with auto-gun bunkers and other military emplacements. She clicked her mandibles in annoyance as one of the workers dropped a plank. He was rewarded with a brush of pain over his mind. The situation could've been worse. Several of the strange fleets in orbit of tosev had left, one of them violently. The cydrons went about their mining operation. She wasn't quite sure what to do about them. For all she new, that uranium could be going into warhead production, and radioactive death would spill over the Embrion, but the cydrons seemed too simple-minded for such a bold move. She would wait and watch, curious. A wing of skimmers flew towards the tosevite possitions when she sensed the sensor suite operators. Something was leaving the atmosphere. It's ballistic trajectory stated it was from the small island nation of blawell. She moved one of the stealth shuttles to investigate, spacial warp field active.

Blawell Island

With the Queen gone, the nation is now at locked-down status as families starting vacate their home and move to locate police station where their full - new identity are being reveal by the police. They also get assigned places to stay and new assigned jobs in an underground complex where its entries are at various police stations. The streets of Blawell island city is now being patrol by newly equipped troopers with squadrons of F-20 jet fighters and X-12 fighters patrol the sky above Blawell island. The X-12 fighter is an orbit fighter with Blawell's Light Engine (not jet engine), meaning it could venture out to space but can only travel short distance in space; it can only ventures out to high orbit of Earth, and can not reach even half way to the Earth's moon.

General Athena takes commands of all Blawell forces and Victor is now the leader of the island nation. The ground begin to shakes violently all over Blawell island as Victor give his order to emerge the island "skin". Naval military personnel station on guarding fleet around the island look in awn as a white wall like "skin" begins to rises up and cover most of the island.

In the Royal Military HQ of Blawell island, Athena was alarmed by one of her officer that a small un-identified air contact detected. It was a stealth craft because human radars did not pick it up but the atmosphere disturbance analyzers system (ADAS) pick it up at close range. The ADAS detected the craft when it enter Blawell island air space, about 25 miles out from the island shore. Athena orders a group of 5 X-12 fighters to intercept it while orders the guarding navy ships to ready to help their fellow airmen bring that craft down, peacefully or violently.

[Blakullar]

(Since I somehow overlooked the following post, I'll reply to it now...)

Top Secret Missile Launch Site, Undisclosed Location, Organized States

"Large object in Upper Earth orbit, Sir!" Said the deputy launch commander.

"That's our target! Confirmed Launch Order! Prepare for launch!" Said the Launch Commander.

"Yes, sir. Prepare for launch." Said the Deputy as he pulled his launch key from the small glass box.

"Prepare for turn. 3...2...1... Turn!" Said the Launch Commander as they turned the two keys to launch a Minuteman III ICBM modified to strike targets in high Earth orbit. The missile streaked towards the Cydron Command ship with its payload.

CYDRON COMMAND SHIP BRIDGE

In Dad's absence, an ensign would be put in charge of the command ship. Said ensign was observing the beautiful planet which his Leader had deemed of maximum importance in the great search for GGE - oblivious to what would happen next. As night fell over Earth, only one object, aside from the moon, stood out in space, that being a bright star. Oddly, this star was in front of the planet. The ensign looked again, adjusting his goggles and squinting to get a closer look. The star appeared to be getting closer, and travelling at extremely high velocity. It soon became obvious that this was no star. Indeed, the ensign realised that this was what the entire crew of the command ship feared the most. A megascreamey.

Before he could utter a single word, the megascreamey pierced the bridge window and the nuclear warheads it was carrying detonated. Instantaneously the ship was blotted out by a titanic explosion. It simply disintegrated, and a massive electromagnetic pulse shut down the surrounding ships - at least those that weren't torn in half by the colossal shock of the nuclear bombing. Not even the silence of space could house the screams of those Cydrons sucked from the shattered hulks that originally made up warships into the void and crushed to death by decompression.

[The Remnants of Kobol]

"That's unfortunate, we have most of the situational awareness capability you speak of. Are there any other questions?" Replied the Vice President.

"We can track hostiles and designate individual soldiers on the map. But if your capabilities are such, we could provide several of your officers access to our Ops room aboard our flag ship. We have a three dimensional display of the enemy fleets in orbit. You could use it to provide early warning to your fighters as hostile vessels embark for the planet." The officer responded. "As for questions, I have only one. Do any of your kind know that they are related to us, other worlders?"

The soldiers were shocked. She looked just like them. If they didn't know, they would have said that she was a human. Four soldiers in HAZMAT suits grabbed Karlan and took her to a room to be scanned for any alien diseases and checked for any weapons. Following the long examination, she was taken to a secure briefing room with Jones and Free, both of whom carried hidden pistols in the event things got violent. Heavily armed guards were waiting outside the door.

"Welcome to Earth," Jones said into the translation device. "You look surprisingly human. I'm not going to delve into why that is so, as there are more pressing concerns. I understand that your people, the Kobol, wish to assist us against the other extraterrestrial forces. How can I trust you?"

"Well, I supposed the fact that we haven't shot at you is a good indication. There's also this..." She put her hand down next to the President's to emphasize the fact that she looked just like his kind. "But if you truly need more, I have a data stick for your techs. It contains our history. They may review it to see exactly how we view Earth." She pulled a small drive out of uniform's breast pocket and handed it to the President. Suddenly, her communicator went off and she listened.
"Mr. President, one of the fleets above is sending heavy transports to a region looking out over your mountainous region. Those that have landed are unloading what we believe to be missile launchers. We're direct linking the coordinates of this drop zone to your forces."

In the Royal Military HQ of Blawell island, Athena was alarmed by one of her officer that a small un-identified air contact detected. It was a stealth craft because human radars did not pick it up but the atmosphere disturbance analyzers system (ADAS) pick it up at close range. The ADAS detected the craft when it enter Blawell island air space, about 25 miles out from the island shore. Athena orders a group of 5 X-12 fighters to intercept it while orders the guarding navy ships to ready to help their fellow airmen bring that craft down, peacefully or violently.

A Raptor and two stealth vipers were skimming over the surface of the planet heading for where the ships that had just passed the fleet originated. It was their mission to find the source and identify friend or foe. If foe, they would make combat jumps back to the fleet. If friend, they would land and begin negotiating a more unified defense of the planet with another advanced race.

[Hotgrat]

Just outside the Silberteeth Regional Defence Center.

"I'm sorry you have had this rough visit.", the translator said to the visiting major as their chopper arrived, the one that would take them (if he wanted to come along) to the new temporary HQ.

"We are moving HQ out to a nearby airbase, since this facility is in need of recovery. If you want, you can come along to the new HQ. Or you can stay here, try to clear up some things. If you do that, good luck, and let's hope there isn't another attack."

Just as the translator finished, the heli landed. The translator got on it, and looked back at the major, telling the pilot to wait a little.

Meanwhile, in Blackyard Forest.

Just as the medium tanks were about to enter the forest, the comms channel opened, and a new order came in for the advancing armoured units.
"All unit entering Blackyard Forest, stop immediatly. Form a blockade around the entry. No one leaves or enters until otherwise said."

Despite disapointment, the units stopped, and formed a blockade.

[Hippie Kiwis]

Just outside the Silberteeth Regional Defence Center.

"I'm sorry you have had this rough visit.", the translator said to the visiting major as their chopper arrived, the one that would take them (if he wanted to come along) to the new temporary HQ.

"We are moving HQ out to a nearby airbase, since this facility is in need of recovery. If you want, you can come along to the new HQ. Or you can stay here, try to clear up some things. If you do that, good luck, and let's hope there isn't another attack."

Just as the translator finished, the heli landed. The translator got on it, and looked back at the major, telling the pilot to wait a little.

Meanwhile, in Blackyard Forest.

Just as the medium tanks were about to enter the forest, the comms channel opened, and a new order came in for the advancing armoured units.
"All unit entering Blackyard Forest, stop immediatly. Form a blockade around the entry. No one leaves or enters until otherwise said."

Despite disapointment, the units stopped, and formed a blockade.

The tosevites were ringing the alien forest with their bulky tread-tanks. Embrion scouts watched the with care, catching every detail they could. The particular forest had been chosen for its underground lake. The Embrion camp as in the lake, with a tunnel linking it to the surface. Na'aeka watched, and waited, with a counterstrike plan ready to be set in motion.

[Blakullar]

The tosevites were ringing the alien forest with their bulky tread-tanks. Embrion scouts watched the with care, catching every detail they could. The particular forest had been chosen for its underground lake. The Embrion camp as in the lake, with a tunnel linking it to the surface. Na'aeka watched, and waited, with a counterstrike plan ready to be set in motion.

(Eh? I thought Na'aeka was at Black Mesa with the other Embrions that came to assist the Cydrons. Unless this is a different Na'aeka, or I'm just blind and missed the post where she left the base.)

[Hippie Kiwis]

The tosevites were ringing the alien forest with their bulky tread-tanks. Embrion scouts watched the with care, catching every detail they could. The particular forest had been chosen for its underground lake. The Embrion camp as in the lake, with a tunnel linking it to the surface. Na'aeka watched, and waited, with a counterstrike plan ready to be set in motion.

(Eh? I thought Na'aeka was at Black Mesa with the other Embrions that came to assist the Cydrons. Unless this is a different Na'aeka, or I'm just blind and missed the post where she left the base.)

OOC: Na'aeka is in space with the fleet, but she sees what her troops see. You aren't blind, she is.

[Blakullar]

(Eh? I thought Na'aeka was at Black Mesa with the other Embrions that came to assist the Cydrons. Unless this is a different Na'aeka, or I'm just blind and missed the post where she left the base.)

OOC: Na'aeka is in space with the fleet, but she sees what her troops see.

(Ah right, okay. Thanks for clarifying.)

[Hippie Kiwis]

Na'aeka psychichly inspected the construction of the new forward base. The cydrons were fortifying the old tosevite airbase, the Embrion had more honor than that. Concussion missile launchers were being set up in portable batteries, aim to the mountains were the tosevites hid. The tosevites had evacuated the town in the foothills, now filled with auto-gun bunkers and other military emplacements. She clicked her mandibles in annoyance as one of the workers dropped a plank. He was rewarded with a brush of pain over his mind. The situation could've been worse. Several of the strange fleets in orbit of tosev had left, one of them violently. The cydrons went about their mining operation. She wasn't quite sure what to do about them. For all she new, that uranium could be going into warhead production, and radioactive death would spill over the Embrion, but the cydrons seemed too simple-minded for such a bold move. She would wait and watch, curious. A wing of skimmers flew towards the tosevite possitions when she sensed the sensor suite operators. Something was leaving the atmosphere. It's ballistic trajectory stated it was from the small island nation of blawell. She moved one of the stealth shuttles to investigate, spacial warp field active.

Blawell Island

With the Queen gone, the nation is now at locked-down status as families starting vacate their home and move to locate police station where their full - new identity are being reveal by the police. They also get assigned places to stay and new assigned jobs in an underground complex where its entries are at various police stations. The streets of Blawell island city is now being patrol by newly equipped troopers with squadrons of F-20 jet fighters and X-12 fighters patrol the sky above Blawell island. The X-12 fighter is an orbit fighter with Blawell's Light Engine (not jet engine), meaning it could venture out to space but can only travel short distance in space; it can only ventures out to high orbit of Earth, and can not reach even half way to the Earth's moon.

General Athena takes commands of all Blawell forces and Victor is now the leader of the island nation. The ground begin to shakes violently all over Blawell island as Victor give his order to emerge the island "skin". Naval military personnel station on guarding fleet around the island look in awn as a white wall like "skin" begins to rises up and cover most of the island.

In the Royal Military HQ of Blawell island, Athena was alarmed by one of her officer that a small un-identified air contact detected. It was a stealth craft because human radars did not pick it up but the atmosphere disturbance analyzers system (ADAS) pick it up at close range. The ADAS detected the craft when it enter Blawell island air space, about 25 miles out from the island shore. Athena orders a group of 5 X-12 fighters to intercept it while orders the guarding navy ships to ready to help their fellow airmen bring that craft down, peacefully or violently.

Tosevite skimmers streaked towards huduu's stealth ship. These tosevites had fast skimmers. They must be more advanced than the other tosevites. He fired his throttle and turned around only to find that the tosevite craft were faster than he was. He couldn't run, and apparently couldn't hide, so he de-cloacked and dove under the tosevites, his engines screaming as his small craft flew towards the tosevite point of origin. He armed his missiles. Some sort of defensive stucture was being erected, but it was not yet complete and he aimed for one of the larger holes.

I really think the whole galactic republic thing is a bad idea. It's already driven off a few players, and when your rescue fleet finally does arrive, it's game over. Try to come up with an explanation. Edit your posts. The OP isn't happy with how this is going. Plus the fact that it's no fun for a human nation to posses the firepower to wipe out all the alien invasion fleets at once.

[Fantrum]

Aboard NLRS Solaris

The Fleet emerged from the dark side of Sol 3, still in formation. Shields had been raised and MAC rounds loaded, the crews had made their peace and fighters were away. It was time for the shooting to start, and the Admiral stood on his bridge, looking into the sea of young faces around him. There were thousands of Allidiles in the fleet, and this was the part of his job that the admiral hated most, a lot of those faces would never again see a sunrise over the oceans of Aldia, it saddened Jancing to order these people to their death; and he often felt like a coward for not doing the same. But that was the weight of leadership, a dead leader could give no orders, and the soldiers knew about his reputation for never forsaking his troops in battle. During the civil conflict, the admiral had lead the defense of several key space installations, even to the point of using his own ship to ram several enemy combatants, saving tens of thousands. That was then, and now times had changed. The fleet arrayed in front of the Solaris, and beyond them, the fleet of the Embrion. Angel appeared on her podium, looking at Jancing, "Sir, the fleet has green light firing solutions on the Enemy ships."

Jancing stoically nodded in acknowledgement before quietly, almost whispering, "Fire." With his simple word, the Admiral unleashed nearly two dozen MAC shots, thousands of Windward missiles, and streaks of point defense auto canon fire flashing across the blackened void above Earth. With the order given, the hundreds of strike craft throttled to full and broke formation, each engaging other enemy fighters, or commencing bombing runs on designated target ships. The fleet was heavily outnumbered, but firepower was on their side, as well as the element of surprise, but there could be no mistake, this would be a very bloody battle.

[West Aurelia]

Site 14, Undisclosed Location

"What?" Jones exclaimed. Free immediately turned to the nearest computer and booted it up, accessing satellite imagery of the nearby [REDACTED] (OOC: Redacted to keep Site 14's location a secret) mountain range. Sure enough, enemy craft were unloading missile launchers.

"Send in the fighters!" Jones ordered.

[REDACTED] AFB

Five F/A-36s took off and headed for the mountain range. They engaged their active camouflage and climbed to an altitude hopefully out of range of the missile launchers. "Target located, weapons free," the lead pilot said. The F/A-36s released Whisper laser-guided bombs in a bid to destroy the launchers.

[The Remnants of Kobol]

Just outside the Silberteeth Regional Defense Center.

"I'm sorry you have had this rough visit.", the translator said to the visiting major as their chopper arrived, the one that would take them (if he wanted to come along) to the new temporary HQ.

"We are moving HQ out to a nearby airbase, since this facility is in need of recovery. If you want, you can come along to the new HQ. Or you can stay here, try to clear up some things. If you do that, good luck, and let's hope there isn't another attack."

Just as the translator finished, the heli landed. The translator got on it, and looked back at the major, telling the pilot to wait a little.

"Rough visit? I'm stranded on your planet and my pilots are dead!" The major released his grip on the officer and pulled the sidearm away form this head. The man was not reacting like a guilty man. "I have no choice now. I'll follow you to your new HQ."

Tosevite skimmers streaked towards huduu's stealth ship. These tosevites had fast skimmers. They must be more advanced than the other tosevites. He fired his throttle and turned around only to find that the tosevite craft were faster than he was. He couldn't run, and apparently couldn't hide, so he de-cloacked and dove under the tosevites, his engines screaming as his small craft flew towards the tosevite point of origin. He armed his missiles. Some sort of defensive structure was being erected, but it was not yet complete and he aimed for one of the larger holes.

"Sir, we've got contacts from the front and the rear." Just as the pilot said that, five craft flew directly overhead. "FRAK THAT WAS CLOSE. These guys part of a welcoming committee? Escorts, captain is saying weapons hot. Just in case."

The pilots of the two stealth fighters clicked the safeties off. To keep their design as invisible to DRADIS as possible, their ships were only designed to hold two guns and five hundred rounds. Just enough to give them time to jump out.

Aboard NLRS Solaris

The Fleet emerged from the dark side of Sol 3, still in formation. Shields had been raised and MAC rounds loaded, the crews had made their peace and fighters were away. It was time for the shooting to start, and the Admiral stood on his bridge, looking into the sea of young faces around him. There were thousands of Allidiles in the fleet, and this was the part of his job that the admiral hated most, a lot of those faces would never again see a sunrise over the oceans of Aldia, it saddened Jancing to order these people to their death; and he often felt like a coward for not doing the same. But that was the weight of leadership, a dead leader could give no orders, and the soldiers knew about his reputation for never forsaking his troops in battle. During the civil conflict, the admiral had lead the defense of several key space installations, even to the point of using his own ship to ram several enemy combatants, saving tens of thousands. That was then, and now times had changed. The fleet arrayed in front of the Solaris, and beyond them, the fleet of the Embrion. Angel appeared on her podium, looking at Jancing, "Sir, the fleet has green light firing solutions on the Enemy ships."

Jancing stoically nodded in acknowledgement before quietly, almost whispering, "Fire." With his simple word, the Admiral unleashed nearly two dozen MAC shots, thousands of Windward missiles, and streaks of point defense auto canon fire flashing across the blackened void above Earth. With the order given, the hundreds of strike craft throttled to full and broke formation, each engaging other enemy fighters, or commencing bombing runs on designated target ships. The fleet was heavily outnumbered, but firepower was on their side, as well as the element of surprise, but there could be no mistake, this would be a very bloody battle.

"Report!" The fleet had just been rocked by explosions and from what the fighters were reporting, no ships in orbit were being spared the pummeling by the ships that had just moved into position.
"Sir, the ships on the outer rim of the system have moved in and are in position and firing on all vessels around the planet."
"Very well, give me a firing solution, and keep our fighters behind us. We can take this beating. Free fire on flak and point defense! Give me an open channel to any ship in that new fleet that will listen!" Admiral Calso had switched into combat mode and was working as though nothing could distract him, not even the massive jolts as the ship to hits.

Outside the ship, the space itself turned into a massive ball of flame and shrapnel as the combined flak and point defense of twelve warships concentrated fire on holding off the new threat. Most missiles were caught by the flak but several managed to break through. Detonating on the hulls, rocking the ships. One ship, the Gunstar Harbinger, was hit by four missiles on the bow. Her captain reported in the damage and declared she had hull breeches and was on the verge of losing power. He pulled her into the center of the diamond and the fleet contracted to fill the gap. The Harbinger would jump to the rally point and wait it out as soon as she could seal her hull breeches.

"Lieutenant, I NEED THAT COMMS CHANNEL NOW!"

Site 14, Undisclosed Location

"What?" Jones exclaimed. Free immediately turned to the nearest computer and booted it up, accessing satellite imagery of the nearby [REDACTED] (OOC: Redacted to keep Site 14's location a secret) mountain range. Sure enough, enemy craft were unloading missile launchers.

"Send in the fighters!" Jones ordered.

[REDACTED] AFB

Five F/A-36s took off and headed for the mountain range. They engaged their active camouflage and climbed to an altitude hopefully out of range of the missile launchers. "Target located, weapons free," the lead pilot said. The F/A-36s released Whisper laser-guided bombs in a bid to destroy the launchers.

Karlan watched as the President verified her intell and launched an attack on the missile site. Hopefully that would be enough to win their trust. Just hopefully. Then they could get down to more important things, like organizing the resistance of this planet. She waited for the President to finish ordering his strike, then she spoke.
"Mr. President, if you wouldn't mind, it would be best for all of us if we were to begin planning the organized defense of this planet now." She gave a hesitant smile to remind him she was still here as his mind had seemingly floated back into leading his military.

All personnel on the ground, Karlan included, have had their comms switched to two way passive after the strike on the raptor. For fear of a backstabbing, command wanted to listen to everything going on. That's how they knew to give her information to update the president.