the attack (open FT)

[F799]

Watching his viewscreen, Pike's jaw dropped for a moment in shock, "They are preparing to ram us." he stated in a matter of fact manner. No return fire, no communication, and now a suicide run? These beings were crazy, or fanatics, but they were all the same in Pike's mind.

"redirect as much shield power to particle shields, while still providing us with adequate protection should someone open fire on u, and launch the fghters. let's try and keep this yahoo from getting in close." Pike ordered. without a sound his order was followed and the ships numerous shield generators redirected some of their massive strength. The 20,000 starfighters lept from the ships outer hull and in a swarm as coordinated as those of a locust, races towards the god-empire's ship. firing their volleys of Intruder missiles (shield distruptors) and concussion missiles in close proximity, so as to allow the concussion missiles to bypass the shields in the moment that the Intruder's disrupted the enemy shields, provided they did not cause them to fail entirely.

When they got closer to the ship, they released their caches of missiles containing buzz droids, allowing the droids to be deposited on or near the surface of the enemy vessel, provided they were not destroyed beforehand.

If these did not slow the vessel the starfighters had no qualms about ramming themselves a ta full 640,000 mph into the enemy vessel.

[Khornate Worshippers]

"Sir, the ship is launching....20 thousand fighters? The numbers must be wrong, no sane commander would launch that many at once! They'd be more dangerous to each other than to us!" reported the sensors officer in disbelief.

"Unless....Unless they were...the Men of Iron..." considered the Admiral. "Alright, weapons, continue point defence. Heck, even use the lances. Actually, feth it all. Activate Void shields. If they want to waste their money like that, we'll let them. Whats the situation regarding that other ship?"

"Haven't got a communication back yet, retrying."

Attention human vessel. We are under attack, and your assistance would be most kind.

As the first swarm of missiles hit the shield, nothing particularly happened. However, one thing was noticeable: The shields were swallowing most of the missiles, but the power was obviously stretched powering the engines at full power, the weapons at full power, and the shields at full power all at once. Eventually, some missiles got through, picked off by the point defence turrets relatively easily, then more, and then eventually the shields failed. With this failing, however, came a problem for the Imperium's foes. The power, once using in powering the shields, now went to powering the engines and weapons even more. The enemy fighters were now being cut down like sheaves of wheat, and the missiles were landing less often, if that was possible.

However, the missiles did hit occasionally, and it was now that the main strength of the Imperium's vessel came into play. The Imperium ship, built in a place of little to no shield technology, had been built around armour instead. While the weapons themselves may not be the greatest, they were designed to, really, destroy things that this place hadn't even seen.

But one thing they were equipped for is enduring. The 8 kilometre long ship weighed more than even the Executor-class Star Dreadnought it was facing, and the main reason for this was her prow. Like most ships, the Judgement had a pointed prow, however, unlike most ships, that prow was heavily reinforced, for the very action they were undertaking.

Of course, that didn't mean it would just cut through the shields.

When the first swarm of the fighters had passed over the front, from the side launched twenty hellfire missiles. These missiles were only just faster than the Judgement, and this was planned for. The missiles split into a hundred little bomblets each, every one of those heading straight towards the enemy ship.

[Balrogga]

“Y’Nahr, I am picking up a transmission from the Imperium vessel. They have requested our assistance in the fight.”

“Well, one cannot refuse a plea for help, can we? Inform Command of the new turn of events and let them know we have been requested to aid another vessel.”

“Right away Sir.”

After a minute Marcus returned. “Captain, the action has been approved.”

“Get this thing combat ready. Blow the hatches and load the tubes. I want a full volley divided evenly between the targets.”

“Yes Sir!”

The frigate underwent a change as eighteen holes melted in the hull exposing the openings to black tubes leading into the vessel. A black metal object was ejected from each opening. The Torps measured less than a meter wide and three in length. Each was ejected from its launching mechanism into the void of space. As it cleared the shields, the fusion reactor kicked in and shunted power into an emitter located in the tip of the device. A few meters in front of the emitters, energy was focused into a single point and tore apart reality.

A sphere of violet light formed and as it became more powerful, the color shifted until it became utterly black. A five meter event horizon formed and flickered millions of times each second, dragging the body of the torpedo along behind it. The artificial black hole drew the torpedo faster and faster until it was speeding away toward its target, not even trying to take evasive actions. Anything shot at it would be easily absorbed into the raging singularity while the power which brought the thing to life was safely behind the hungry beast, within its shadow where nothing could get to it as it drove itself relentlessly toward its intended feast. As it struck its target, it would not explode. It would not implode. It was designed to tear its way through anything leaving a hole five meters wide surrounded by gravity stressed and weakened shop rendering an entire section of the ship unstable only to emerge from the opposite side of the ship. The torpedo would then turn and make another pass through the target turning it into swiss cheese.

This was the concept behind the Ta’Nar Grav Torp. The frigate just launched a wave of eighteen of them and they were hungry. Before them lay a feast ripe for the picking and they intended to hit the buffet line several times before they were done.

Within the weapons bays eighteen more torps locked into place for a second volley.



Ta'Nar Grav Torp Mk II

[Khornate Worshippers]

The bomblets hit the Executor-class vessel's shields.

"Sir, the other human ship has responded, its attacking the enemy ships with a strange missile."

"Good. How long till impact?"

"Approximately thirty seconds. We should hit their Void shields, or their equivalent, in 25. All weapons firing ahead in order to lower their shields if at all possible."

"Good."

An announcement is heard over the battleship.

BRACE FOR IMPACT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ALL CREW BRACE FOR IMPACT.

[The Gank Federation]

the Drej beings who were on the ship were nearly through. The continued to cut. The fighters on the other hand noticed the missiles coming at the F799 ship. instantly some of them went at the missiles, shooting at them, hoping to destroy them. Unfortunately it seemed to have no effect to the Drej fighters. Then they tried a different idea. 3 of the fighters flew directly over the missiles, and tried to latch on to it. Once they did that, they would pull it upward, away from the targets. The rest flew back to the main group and continued the attack, all aimed at the engines of the ramming ship.

The Drej leader watched the battle on its control board. It then laughed when it realized it still had more then this group. It sent messages back to the attack group at the planet the Gank's called EEE. The group would soon then come to help them in the fight. Meanwhile the newly constructed machine began glowing, and started to absorb energy from the planets core. it then started to make more Drej beings, and fighters. The beings were ordered to get inside the ships, and fly out to help. That way, it seemed like there was a never ending number of fighters.

[The Ruivan Empire]

The EMP from the Nukes shut down the invincible. this had a two pronged effect. not only does it mean the ship can no longer fire or defend itself but now that the power is down the invicible began to break apart from the damage of the earlier missel attack. however at that moment warp portal tore itself open and from this portal came 21 ships

1-Imperious-Class Super star destroyer-

the Emperors Rage.

10-Aurora-class Batteships-

5-Mediator-class battlecruiser-

5-scythe-Class Battlecruisers-

These ships began firing on the Imperium Ship while launching more fighters and bombers which began to engage the enemy fighters while more Bombers began to make runs against the enemy ship.

[Asuaw]

The Inferno had mostly remained away from the battle, preferring not to get involved. With Asuaw's military transfer at such a delicate stage, they could not get involved in a war. First officer Deril understood this, and ordered the ship to remain neutral. This changed when the strange missiles were launched. The massive death those would cause was unacceptable.
"Launch intercepting SPs (Seeking Parasites) on those missiles! Hit them from the sides! Raise shields and have the remaining power devoted to armor"
Immediately, the missile tubes of the ship let loose 150 strange small fighter-sized creatures, which immediately began flight towards the enemy missiles. The SPs were biologically derived from certain space-born parasites. These had been enlarged, their speed and maneuverability enhanced, and loaded with large payloads of high explosives. They were basically large semi-intelligent missiles.

[F799]

"What the flagnar!" belowed Pike as he watched these nefound missiles approach his vessel. His shields would quickly be overloaded by such an odd weapon. Fortunately, the Drej had suddenly proven their worth as allies, as their small fighters began yanking to divert the course of the missiles. it would be close but the Valiant Oppressor would survive.

As fighters were cut down more filled their place, 20,000 was not a small number and in such a concentrated area they worked as a single swarm, interconnected and almost one single unit. Quickly they began to divebomb, throwing themselves in firey explosions at the engines of the ramming ship.

Knowing that this would not be enough to stop the momentum of the vessel, Pike did something almost borderline crazy. He made a blind jump to hyperspace.
Where milliseconds ago had been the large vessel was now only empty space. milliseconds later, the vessel reappeared, literally having not been gone for even a second, on the far side of the planet, away from the oncoming seekers.

Quickly Pike keyed his communicator, flicked the security encryption as high as it would go and messaged both the Drej and Asuaw vessels. "this is Captain Pike, miniature superweapon type missiles have been fired at this vessel, without any attack on the guilty party. it is the request of the Syndicate that you honor any friendships we may have and assist in the quick ending of this battle."


Meanwhile in the meeting room Gorm stood up. "You're offer is acceptable. Even now the Syndicate and Drej forces are locked in combat side by side againt an oppressive enemy. It would benefit you to remain here until the fight is over."

[Khornate Worshippers]

OOC: Now I'm just confused. Who is Asuaw attacking?

And F799, go on the OOC thread.


IC: "Sir, they've disappeared." reported the nav officer after impact had failed to happen.

"Alright. Slow us down."

"Sir, more ships have appeared, and they are commencing attack runs." reported the sensors officer.

"Turn us around, and bring us in between them. We'll engage them at point blank range."

"Yes Admiral."

[Asuaw]

I was attacking those weird black hole missiles, sorry for not clarifying better

[The Gank Federation]

The Drej fighters were succesful in making the missles missing the Syndicate ship. Meanwhile, directly behind the nowhere else from hyperspace appeared 2 large Drej ships, and a large number of fighters from the planet Eee. They immediately began attacking the ship that had shot the missiles with a wide arrange of weapons, mostly energy, but several Phonginite missiles they had taken from the planet before leaving. The missiles were designed to take out shields with single blows by speeding up time on the shields, burning them out. The ships shot those first, while the fighters swarmed the ship.

Meanwhile in the meeting room Gorm stood up. "You're offer is acceptable. Even now the Syndicate and Drej forces are locked in combat side by side againt an oppressive enemy. It would benefit you to remain here until the fight is over

"I know, for i have direct communications with some of the others down on the planet. And i agree, it would be best to stay here till the battle is over. Congratulations on the new friendship. May years of prosperity follow for both of us." The Drej being said.

The leader on the planet below was happy also. "so far, so good" it said. it then sent messages to the ships that had dared to attack it's ships, and it's newfound friend.

Pathetic people. Stand down now. this is your last chance

[Balrogga]

As the Grav Torps crawled like a hungry beast through the night black expanse, they left behind a swath of cleared empty space. Most people thing space is empty but that is not true. There exists all maner of material, some call cosmic dust, which is too small to notice. There is also interstellar gass and other material. But there was none left in the trail of the Grav Torps. The artificial black hole drew all this supposedly inconsequential mass into itself as it burrowed through Real Space.

As the Drej Fighters threw themselves at the Torps, they would notice the immense gravitational pull of the objects began to draw them in if they got too close. Even trying to maneuver to lock onto them with the three fighters would prove deadly as parts would be ripped off the fighter and drawn in. Pulling the torpedo up was found to be extremely difficult, dragging an item out of the event horizon involved massive amounts of raw thrust, something a fighter would not have. Suddenly the torpedoes changed course but not because of any effort on the pilot’s behalf, their target had disappeared into a random hyperspace jump so they turned and locked onto another target, a Drej ship nearby. Dragging the startled pilots who thought they were successful along for a ride, the Grav Torps closed in on their new target. This meant that of the original eighteen, twelve were now targeting the Drej vessels and six was hunting the other attacking vessel.

Of those six, projectiles began to attempt to close in on the torpedoes but at these speeds, it literally was a hit or miss for catching the torps or being drawn into the maw ahead of them and eaten. Two of the Grav Torps had managed to get one of the SP projectiles attached to them while the remaining four continued to close on their target.

[Telros]

Greeting Captain Irons.

It is good to see a friendly face. The Drej are crabby and if they were not made of energy I would add thick-skulled. I am sending over a copy of all the latest interactions as well as recent scans of their ships and their planetary holdings. I still have hope they might be able to admit they are wrong but I am not holding my breath

Irons could only chuckle at the words the Balroggan captain used before sending over the latest interactions the aliens known as the "Drej" did with the other ships in-system. He turned to the Tactical officer, who was interpreting the data in the computer and then when it was finished, sent it over to his console. He did a quick read-through and he was not impressed. They seemed to be mad with power and ordering everyone around. Now, normally, he would have upheld their claim, but they had conquered a sovereign nation for no reason beyond "we can" and as the Balroggan had noted, they were not even of this time and dimension. Therefore, they were invaders and their claim was not valid. However, they seemed to be much talk and not action, so they could be ignored for right now. He amused himself for a moment with the idea of a war with these beings, but with the Balroggans here, they wouldn't need to do much but spectate. Then again, the Ta'Nar were very polite and might let them in on the business. "Meh, stop getting distracted, I have work to do."

He shook himself to get back into focus and sent a reply.

"Thank you, Captain. The Defiant will remain on-station to ensure things go smoothly. I suppose we'll just watch the festivities until then. Irons out."

As promised, the battlecruiser, showing at an incredible 1.4 kilometers, remained right on the left flank of the Balroggan frigate, for once out sizing and massing the ascended race's ship. However, the tense peace would break with the arrival of what appeared to be a lost Imperial ship.

The FTL arrival alarm sounded and what looked to be an ancient-class of Imperium of Man battleship appeared out of the Warp. Rollins eyes narrowed. He turned to one of the bridge crew who had been standing there for quite some time. A former "Ripper", a psionic torturer that the Dominion had used, and still continued to use, to extract information out of prisoners, they had been 'upgraded' as part of the Ta'Nar arrival, their full psionic capability unlocked and trained by the Ta'Nar themselves. Rawlins was one of the first ones who had finished his initial training and was allowed to go on military missions again. Irons had no idea what happened in those sessions, but the people came out changed. As if taking after their Ta'Nar friends, each one wore a white robe and cloak, and had serene and mysterious air about them. Probably due to the fact that they experienced far more than their Mundane brethren.

The psionic noticed Irons intent and closed his eyes, his mind focusing on the crew of the battleship. He reopened them and shook his head. "No worries, Captain. They are not of Chaos. They seem to be, ironically, a genuine servant of the Imperium. Whether they be from another time or dimension, that I am unsure. It would be best to avoid letting them know of the tragic fate of their Emperor and Imperium in this dimension."

Irons nodded "Very well, in that case-"

The Tactical officer yelled out, interrupting him. "Sir, the Imperial ship is firing on the Drej!" Rawlins and Irons could only watch as the battleship unleashed their long range guns on the Drej. Tim cursed at himself for being an idiot; he had forgotten that Imperials were xenophobic to the point of insanity. "Bring us to Alert Level One and have all drones deploy. We are going to be in the middle of a shitstorm people, and we need to be ready."

"What about the Ta'Nar frigate, sir?" The communication officer glanced at the Captain.

"No need. They are capable. Be ready to bring in the cavalry on my order; I doubt we'll need it but keep it ready just in case."

The system erupted into action as the Drej launched fighters and the other ships in the system, for some reason, aided them in fighting off the ship. Granted, it opened fire on them two, but the Drej were the worst of the two evils here. Irons sighed and shook his head while Rawlins bowed his head slightly.

"Such immaturity on their part....reminds me of our earlier days, Captain."

"Indeed. Thank god we had our allies and the Ta'Nar to move beyond this stage." He turned to face the bridge. "Tactical, report."

"Sir, weapons fire has come near us and even at us, accidentally I'm sure, several times. The Weapons Deflection Field, however, took care of them. We have suffered zero shield hits. However..." The officer grinned. "you may want to see what the Ta'Nar are doing." Irons, confused, looked at the tactical display for a few moments, and then he laughed.

"I guess the Balroggan captain is bored. Are our drones deployed yet?"

"Yes, sir. They are ready and waiting."

"Weapons?"

"Hot, sir."

"Good, keep me informed."

The battle continued apace, filled with explosions from lost fighters and the continued dance of energy and kinetic weaponry. This would end, again, when the Ta'Nar received a call for help from the Imperial ship. The frigate's power signature soared and a salvo of Grav-Torps were launched. Rawlins winced; any who had to deal with those were in deep shit. Irons nodded. "Comms, send a highly encrypted message to the battlegroup and the Rear Admiral. Inform both that we have engaged the enemy alongside our Balroggan allies and we shall inform the battlegroup when they are needed. Tactical, alert everyone to get to their combat stations. Get me some targeting solutions." He walked over and took a sit in his command chair; things might get a little bumpy from here on in.

Suddenly, the FTL arrival alarmed blared, indicating arriving contacts behind them and the Nowhere Else, showing two large Drej ships and numerous fighters. Irons barked. "All stations prepare to engage!" The bridge crew prepared for battle, but Irons did not yell orders yet. The Drej had made a foolish mistake, one they could not have known, but a foolish one nonetheless. The Weapons Deflection Field worked by projecting a field of gravitation distortions that broke apart the cohesion of energy attacks and altered the paths of kinetic weapons like missiles. So the energy weapons were diffused as soon as they left the barrels and the missiles were flung out of their original paths, then blown apart by the Defiant's own point defense. Then the fighters, as they attempted to rush the Ta'Nar frigate, were set upon by the eight hundred drone fighter force Iron had deployed at the start of the battle. Hundreds of missiles and gauss cannons lit up the Drej fighter force, slamming into it like a tsunami. As they engaged, they engaged in twisting and zigzagging maneuvers, reacting faster than any organic or energy being could. After all, computers just thought that fast and the drones were nothing but a mass of computers.

Irons smirked. "Have all the railguns we can aim and all our missile and torpedo tubes open up on one of the Drej ships. We'll leave the other to the Ta'Nar; I think their captain will get the hint."

Over forty MAC guns opened up on the right most Drej ship, firing large shells at fractions of the speed of light, along with one hundred missiles and torpedoes, a mix of Antimatter, Armor-Piercing and Disruptor. The Antimatter missiles/torps would disintegrate any matter it touched and send an immense amount of lethal gamma radiation outwards, harming any life in the area, and the Disruptors were basically bombs that twisted spacetime for a short moment, crushing anything in its area of effect.

[F799]

As Captain Pike slowly maneuvered is massive ship backs towards the distant battle, thankful to have survived his near-suicidal attempt at a blind jump, a second SSD, fell out of hyperspace much closer to the battlefield. This one too was completely black, like Pike's ship; instead of the Valiant Oppressor embalzoned on the side, however, was the name Flying Wagon. However, unlike Pike's ship this new ship was emitting powerful (ghastly powerful) energy readings, outweighing anything in it's surrounding areas. The hull aboard the ship almost glistened with it's vast shielding array.

Pike cursed under his breath. This ship was under the command of Captain Alonzo A'pmir, and while both were of the captains rank, A'pmir was older than Pike, and in the Syndicate ship command this meant everything.
Pike continued his movements until he was hailed by the Flying Wagon"

Captain Pike.
Yo have been ordered to remove yourself from the battlefield and eturn with your vessel to the planet F799 for retrofitting and repair. From preliminary scans, it appears that most of your fightercraft will not survive the ensueing battle, given your propensity to sacrifice them. I will retain Syndicate command in this area, until the time when your ship is deemed sufficiently upgraded.
That is all.
Captain Alonzo A'pmir

Muttering Pike grumbled to himself and began redirecting his ship away from the planet and battle so that he could achieve a safer jump when he left the system. Pike was not happy about this, at last a chance to spill the organic's blood and he was to be removed from combat. Yes, he understood why, in fact it was expected prior to the battle, but this did not make it any easier for him to leave; however, orders were orders and he would do as directed. Once safely away he set course for F799 and in a flash vanished from the system, Drej ambassador still aboard. Now he would be taken to F799 and there be allowed to begin asisting The Syndicate in the establishment of it's new weapons systems and to help further cement their alliance. After the battle, the Drej would recieve an ambassador from The Syndicate.

Meanwhile, the Flying Wagon had maneuvered itself to the edge of the battlefield. Captain A'pmir, having lowered the shields to charge other portions of the ship, but not leaving his vessel defenseless; with the large amounts of shielding the Flying Wagon still sported more shielding than any standard or above standard capital warship. True, the missile tubes aboard his craft had been removed, and to preliminary scans it would appear the the newly arrived SSD housed no offensive weaponry, but then again Ap'mir was here to negotiate peace, not war. Pike was good at getting The Syndicate into sticky situations, A'pmir, was better at getting them out.

Broadcasting an open message to all vessel's Ap'mir announced his arrival:

Attention all commanding officers within the Koran system,
I am Captain Alonzo A'pmir of The F799 Criminal Syndicate. While we have recently allied ourselves with the newly discovered Drej people, and have always maintained a peace with the Asuawan government, it is my express desie to cease all hostilities having occured within this region. Further bloodshed and war are not what is desired. It is well known of the Drej's forcible attacks on our ally The Gank Federation, as well as their cras attitude in dealing with what they consider to be meddling outsiders. What is still not entirely known is the Drej's complete reasoning for these rash attacks outside their own dimension. At this time, I humbly request that all engaged fighting craft stand down until something can be peacefully worked out. Each day across the galaxy thousnads of fathers, mothers, sons and duaghters loose their lives to needless bloodshed, and millions of credits are wasted on useless warfare, let this battlefield not stand as a testement to that, but as a testement to the ability of different quarreling races' ability to work together peacefully.

With that broadcast, those fighters that had not destroyed themselves, in throwing themselves at the charging god-emperor's ship, ceased firing and dipped and dodged their way out of the battlefield, scarred and battered to the Flying Wagon, where they remained, a constant fuzz of movment as they buzzed around each other in death defying stunts.

[Khornate Worshippers]

"Admiral, another ship has been spotted. Same class. Energy reading are very different though." reported the sensors officer.

"Dammit, why haven't we impacted yet?" asked the Admiral in an annoyed manner.

"The other ship seems to have disappeared."

"Dammit! We had our chance to march gloriously into the hands of the Emperor, and now we've lost it." cried the Admiral in frustration.

"Sir, we're being hailed. Playing signal now."

Attention all commanding officers within the Koran system,
I am Captain Alonzo A'pmir of The F799 Criminal Syndicate. While we have recently allied ourselves with the newly discovered Drej people, and have always maintained a peace with the Asuawan government, it is my express desie to cease all hostilities having occured within this region. Further bloodshed and war are not what is desired. It is well known of the Drej's forcible attacks on our ally The Gank Federation, as well as their cras attitude in dealing with what they consider to be meddling outsiders. What is still not entirely known is the Drej's complete reasoning for these rash attacks outside their own dimension. At this time, I humbly request that all engaged fighting craft stand down until something can be peacefully worked out. Each day across the galaxy thousnads of fathers, mothers, sons and duaghters loose their lives to needless bloodshed, and millions of credits are wasted on useless warfare, let this battlefield not stand as a testement to that, but as a testement to the ability of different quarreling races' ability to work together peacefully.

"So...Criminals and xenos lovers." said the Tactical officer disgustedly. "What trash in the Emperor's sight, and now they speak of peace. Pah."

"Do not respond. Keep weapons powered up." ordered the Admiral. "Have our astropaths sensed any connection to the Emperor at all? Any humans who at least have any power?"

"I'll send a message to them now, sir."

"Good."

[The Ruivan Empire]

(On board the Emperors Rage)

"Sir the Enemy ship is closing on us!"

"Prepare for battle!"

as the Imperium ship closed in on the Rage the Ruivan flagship opened up with its hypermatter turbolasers and misseles firing point-blank at the ship.

[Khornate Worshippers]

OOC: This is urgent.


I'm not anywhere NEAR your fleet now, unless they FTLed in right in front of my ship.

[F799]

When no responses were generated from it's message. The Flying Wagon, sent out another message. With no offensive weaponry, per se, Captain A'pmir was unwilling to yield the Flying Wagon's secrets yet. Ths message read:

All vessels in the Koran system please respond. Combat is not the desied outcome here. The Gank Federatin has already seen to much of this. Let us try and resolve this peacefully.If you do not stand down, we will be forced to take action against your vessels.

[Balrogga]

“Captain, we are picking up a Hyperspace signature forming behind us.”

“Whose signature does it belong to?”

“I believe it belongs to the Drej, we do not have a Drej Hyperspace signature on record.”

“Well, if it is them, now we do.”

Hyperspace tore open and the two Drej ships emerged launching their escorts of attack craft. The response of the Dominion ships was exactly as Y’Nahr expected cold efficiency. The MAC guns literally created a shower of metal shards and the secondary attack of the missiles raining down on the first Drej cruiser was impressive. The halo of point defense targeting the Drej was impressive from this close, Y’Nahr would have not liked being on the receiving end of that barrage and it was difficult to see the vessel being enveloped in the rain of destruction. Captain Irons would have that one taken care of within moments.

The protective field emitted by the Dominion ship would also protect the Ta’Nar since the captain had placed it around the Ta’Nar frigate. The Drej would not have known the extent of the defenses and had most likely forgotten about it due to Y’Nahr and his taunting distraction of expanding shields so they would think the Ta’Nar needed the extra protection. Apparently it worked for the Drej jumped into the frying pan and forgot about the fire underneath it.

“Captain? What are your commands?”

“Their ships are made of pure energy, right?”

“That is what the scans say.”

“Ram them and let the Kythons feast.”

“Sir, the hail of fire from the Dominion ship?”

“Wait to see if anything emerges from it and if it does count on that being lunch too.”

“Yes Captain.”

“Marcus?”

“Yes Y’Nahr?”

“Remember to wash up before dinner.”

“Very funny…”


The Nowhere Else turned to face the two energetic vessels who had attempted to make a back attack. The frigate waited to see who would make it out of the shit-storm the Dominion was unleashing. The first ship to emerge would soon find themselves looking the enemy down, face to face.

[The Ruivan Empire]

OOC: This is urgent.


I'm not anywhere NEAR your fleet now, unless they FTLed in right in front of my ship.

OOC: actually you will remeber when the invincible and her fleet engaged you ship they got very close to your ship. All this second fleet did was warp in were the invincible was and basicly picked up from there

[Khornate Worshippers]

ooc: And then I tried to ram the Executor-class Star Dreadnought.


ic: "Sir, more enemies!"

"All weapons, fire on those bioships. They appear to be like tyranid ships, so look out for any spore mines and other bio-weapons."

"Right away, admiral."


A barrage of plasma torpedoes, hellfire missiles, lance fire and heavy lascannon fire poured forth from the Judgement, aimed at the Ruivan ships.

[F799]

Knowing of the naval changes taking place in the nation of Asuaw, and their vulnerability at this time, Captain A'pmir, carefully naviagated his vessel alongside the Asuawan vessel. signalling them of their friendly intnetions to hel preserve the integrity of their vessel.

[Khornate Worshippers]

As the return fire from the Ruivan fleet hit the void shields, the sheer volume of it broke through the shields, hitting and damaging the Imperial ship. Craters now pocked the ship, and oxygen was venting over a reasonably large area near the engines.

"Admiral, the ship is heavily damaged. Structural integrity has been lost, and the ship is falling apart. What are your orders?" asked the tactical officer.

"Find me the nearest planet. Turn towards it, and go at full speed. Get the crew to their escape vessels. I can handle the rest of it from here." said the Admiral. "I did it before, I can do it again."

"Affirmative, Admiral. May the God Emperor be with you." said the tactical officer as the bridge crew saluted the admiral, before sending the announcement to the crew and heading to their escape vessels.

ALL CREW, PREPARE TO ABANDON SHIP. ALL CREW, PREPARE TO ABANDON SHIP. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ALL CREW, PREPARE TO ABANDON SHIP.

The ship turned towards the planet, and as bits started falling off the ship, headed at full speed towards it.

[The Gank Federation]

The Drej leader saw that the ship was coming towards the planet. Fortunately, away from it. The being laughed as it watched the ship on it's screen coming towered the planet. "hopefully the captain will go down with his ship" the being said

The being was too deep underground to be hit by a ship. Still, fighters kept rushing out, to assist the ships that had appeared and began attacking. The ship that were being charged at immediately started backing up, reducing the shields to increase the speed.

[Khornate Worshippers]

The battleship entered the atmosphere, slowing down, but till too fast.

Attention all crew. This is Admiral Staveloc speaking. We have been overwhelmed by the enemies of the Emperor, and the ship is mortally wounded. We are crashing onto a nearby planet, which has, thank the Emperor, a breathable atmosphere. Obey your superiors, and look out for your subordinates. All escape craft are to launch now. It has been good serving with you, gentlemen. The Emperor protects. Admiral Staveloc over and out.

The ship was approximately thirty seconds to crashing, and hundreds of landing boats launched. The ship dug a deep groove into the ground, and as it finished, the landing boats landed next to it, and started setting up camp.