[CLOSED]Disturbance in Sector 7

by **Dragvania** » Sat May 23, 2015 7:05 pm

OOC: Alright actual war starts here. The old forum is our planning forum from now on k guys.
Here are the order of the turns based on alliance. Defending alliance always gets first shot. If you are not on this list please refrain from posting here!

The sector 7 alliance is a closely knit alliance of consumerist and expansionist trade allies. I do not know much about the confederacy (yet) but i do know their 2 empires are vast.

Sector 7 alliance: *COUGHGOODGUYSCOUGH* jk :roll:

Aeiouia
Dragvania
Tinfect

Intergalactic Confederacy:
Orzic nedbens
Numbiona

Wish I could provide a better start but sadly, i know little about Orzic's nation and cannot accurately represent him. Rather than poorly acting him i will keep it short and sweet and let him fill in.
IC:
The last of the ships pulled out of hyper space near Hyrea and moved towards their allies. The battle was inevitable and tensions ran high on a intergalactic scale.

by **Orzic Nedbens** » Sun May 24, 2015 12:28 am

IC:

"What the hell is going on?" Eli said, waving off some random crewmember and mentally willing open communications and combat readiness, a telepathic order the AI caught onto immediately. "Open region standard international communications frequencies, deploy the gunnery wings, raise primary combat shields, we've got a large fleet inbound! Call the rest of the fleet to phase planetward and get those narrative incisors on clarifying Numbiona's fleet space. I want sniper lasers ready the moment enemy's in range, curtain fire bullets to preoccupy those point defenses and as many phase missiles as possible to get around that damn shield spam and armor wall for the twin bricks, and throw every last marine and nedben out the airlocks if you have to in order to take or destroy any manned ships, standard battle protocols and all that good junk. Gah, they've got planetcrackers and Helenas aren't meant for long-term bombardment. Beyyat Sanctuary's teeth, this is not going to be a victory for us. Ramiels, ready for infection broadcasts and impeding processes, if we can just stun them enough for the rest of the fleet to get here we might do something before we get wrecked into trash. Everyone, launch automata and prepare to launch troops!"

She paused, detailing countless actions to the acknowledgements of subordinate captains, and contemplating vaguely the thought of boredom-filled eternities staring down those same old steps until the nightmarish wastes below obliterated her soul. No, never waste anger on that when there's so much better use for it.

"Fight until Jenna Herself burns you to nothing!" she concluded in a rousing battle cry, which more or less doubled as a sarcastic comment on what would probably end up happening judging by the last time Mia smoked half of Orzic Nedbens and went on a killing spree.

To the cheers of madmen and (sometimes literal) devils, the vanguard of a fleet readied to put up a fight in a war that promised to start that day, prepared to speak to their foes in an honor that Orzic Nedbens did not and vehemently refused to possess, and waited for something as simple as the enemy to enter weapons range.

OOC: I wrote this at 2 in the morning so I apologize for anything that sounds...off.

by **Orzic Nedbens** » Sun May 24, 2015 10:08 pm

OOC: Special double post for Numbers, since he told me to do it for him while he was busy. Here's some somewhat fitting music.

tl:dr launch fighters wait for people to show up not much else to do for this approach.

IC:

"KILL!" resounded the thundering broadcast of Ambient Divinity, a behemoth worldship shaking with delight of the radiant and terrible kind. "DESTROY!"

Lorrokh'nan would have smiled if he wasn't a shellcore and thus did not have the abstractions necessary to do so physically. He thought he should look into whatever Richard and Infect and all those other guys did...

"Launch all strikecraft! Ready all guns! We've got a live fleet inbound!" he broadcasted to the whole fleet, ordering the back fleet to get over and help already, watching his own vessel's torrents of fighters tear free from the opened gates.

"What the hell are we waiting for?!" Channa asked, literally jumping in place with excitement and twirling her working duplicate of Ahab's Crosshairs in a dangerous way. "Warm up the guns already! Kthenm, launch fighters!"

Tenmar was already well underway, thrashing about wildly and screaming repeated phrases in estatic voices of rage, held in place by the tentacled grip of the psionic spam converter almost as much for his own safety as powering the ship, his admittedly averagely-small Nepeta-esque horns nearly knocking over a random storm atronach who had stood a little too close.

"Fight, FIGHT!" he screamed to the tunes of a dozen songs playing out of narrative abstractions and half-wild magic, madly-flung bursts of green psionic energy absorbed by dozens of containment fields.

Jokesu spun his staff, spinning wildly in the dance of a salamancer's casting, drawing from the power of the Aspects of Sburb and a thousand other powers besides to toss circles and spells wildly into the frame and fray to be ready for the coming battle. Distasteful Vengeance stood aside and caught a wildly-thipping blue iguana consort who had the misfortune to be standing too close as one of the spells darted to its preassigned slot among the support beams and integrated with a happy shockwave, and handed off the poor lizard to a pink turtle, a nakking red crocodile, and a dersite carapacian, sighing at whatever it was the rapidly-spinning caster was trying to accomplish. He signaled to launch fighters.

The Yemnacle tore its warping appendages in the infinities beyond into the quickening world, breaking through the walls to tear apart space and time at a moment's passing. There wasn't much for the always-ready to ready further, really. All would join the unity in time...was it time?

Glowing Light tapped a few simple things to arm the guns, deploy the drones, and launch the battlecores. He giggled in anticipation, but there wasn't much to say. Xolothi grunted one of those deep animalistic allbreather grunts.

Swift Striker spun freely with Kharje'bekr, as did Lighter Than Some with Lost Archive, both paired duets tossing the strikecraft into readiness with amplified tractor beams.

The fleet waited in suspenseful expectation with the reveling joy of the eternally mad. Soon.

by **Aeiouia** » Tue May 26, 2015 8:09 pm

The two pairs of fighter craft move away from their host ships, and deploy a small array of Zapsat drones to cover them. The Zero aircraft head to a position just next to the Aeiouian warships, in preparation for the incoming waves of enemy strike craft. While the Forge aircraft appear to fall back, and get ready to provide combat repairs to their allies.

The Aeiouian RWACS (Remote early Warning And Control System, in case I forgot to explain that acronym) commander switches to the international communications channel, and says the following:

"Attention Orzic and Numbonian fleet; zis is Overseer Utopia of the Aeiouian Collective. On behalf of us and our allies, ve request zat you cease your hostilities and explain yourselves immediately. Should you attack us or your allies, ve'll be forced to return fire."

The Overseer knew that this would have no effect, so she switches back to the allied channel and transmits the following:

"Forge Wing will be flying support and repair for this operation. We'll do our best to keep the hulls of all allied vessels in good shape. In ze event of dire amounts of damage, Zero Wing can also be recalled to take repair actions.

There's quite a few of the enemy vessels ahead, but our craft individually out-class zem. If ve stay focused and logical in zis engagement, ve'll all make it back in one piece. Good luck to you all!"

The Aeiouian Overseer switches back to the Aeiouian channel:

"Circo and Zero. You do not have permission to engage until ve have confirmation of enemy fire on us, or any allied craft. You do, however, of course have permission to use point defense arrays against any enemy missiles or projectiles. Get in position to intercept any possible enemy fire, we can tank the attacks much better than most other ships in the fleet."

"Got it, Scarlet."

"I read you, understood."

The two Aeiouian cruisers move in position to block most enemy fire from reaching their allies.

by **Dragvania** » Wed May 27, 2015 8:31 am

OOC:Just to remind me what ships i brought and who is in them. It is a expirement of mine.

A fairly new sensor station operator quickly looked up. He appeared jittery but wether this was fear or excitement, Zythil could only guess. He quickly gathered his information in his head before stating it clearly and cleanly as if he rehearsed it in his head. "Captain! We detected enemy fighters coming at our fleet. What are your orders sir?"

Zythil had planned this out well before and expected this resistance so he was fairly calm with the enemy force closing in. "Inact battle plan Aeiouian Shield, I want Meteor to hang back from the battle with us though. Send Adventurer, HellHound, and DawnGuard to the front lines to await further orders. launch all defensive squadrons to protect us and Meteor, they are not to leave us under any circumstance!"

The comms officer quickly relayed the message and all the ships confirmed the orders before taking action. The fighters launched from Zythil's flagship, the GeoCrusher, and the meteor fell back to it keep their distance from the fight to give them time to react to a direct assault.

Following the Aeouian Shield plan, The Adventurer, DawnGuard, and HellHound moved up behind the Aeouian ships and used them as a shield until until the foe was closer. A few dozen sqaudrons that had magnetically locked onto the Aeouian ship before the jump to hyperspace had evaded sensors and were to detatch and engage the income fighters when the got close.

Picking up the incoming fighter signitures, HellHound warmed up is various weapons and prepared to fulfill its role in the battle. A peaked its front end just around the edge of the Aeouian ship shielding it and waited for the fighters to come into range.

Seeing everything go according to plan, Zythil enjoyed a coffee as a arrogant smile crossed his face. "Their mad rush forward with fighters was daring. This will be a turkey shoot for our friends in HellHound wont it boys?" He raised his coffee mug in triumph and the bridge crew got worked up with excitement and cheered.

by **Orzic Nedbens** » Wed May 27, 2015 10:04 am

Coolly deflecting the world, Eli opened the transmitter fields on international, ignoring Alex making offensive gestures in the background and dearly praying to whatever sadistic godheads that made the godgame that they left their international frequencies on pure audio or that Alex was out of viewing range, neither of which was honestly likely, and similarly ignoring him ignoring her numerous and fiercely pointed telepathic orders through every channel-band of the hivemind allowed to stop that for the sake of diplomacy.

"Overseer Utopia, this is Eli Sister heading the combined Orzic-Numbionan battlefleet. This is Numbionan territory under Orzic Nedbensian assistance procedures.

I know you've got a nuclear-powered organ grinder murdergun with Alex's name on it, but what'd we do this time? What the hell is Aeiouia doing leading no less than an attack fleet!? I thought you were the sane and pacifistic people in this region of space. Tinfect we all expected to snap and kill us all, but how'd you get Dragvania to agree with this? Tell me everything, please. Communications remain filtered-level open during battle as per standard.

Stand the bloody hell down and put away the zapsats or we're opening fire the second you're in attack range."

OOC: Filtered-open communications basically mean we have an AI that processes things and decides what to actually send or display so harmless if distracting banter is fine but you can't just send memetic kill agents or spy on proceedings.

by **Dragvania** » Wed May 27, 2015 4:36 pm

OOC:For the curious i just recapped the storyline a bit. Hyrea is a outer world that is right next to the galactic borders of sector 7 alliance and confederate union space. It is highly resource rich and is fairly valuable.

IC:Overhearing the chatter in the comms, Zythil decided to respond and interupted the Nedbensian message. He spoke with stern authority yet remained calm and civilized.

I will not disclose why the sector 7 alliance is here and i do not wish to hear the excuses as to why this planet was unmarked or why you destroyed the expedition force. You WILL stand down and surrender this planet to the alliance fleet or fight us. I am not leaving empty handed on this claim and i am prepared to sacrifice the peace between our alliances if you do not turn and leave within the next five minutes. Your agressive preemptive response only further proves that you mean our glorious alliance harm because there is simply no reason to have a fleet of this size next to a world near your "allies".

*He stoped to think a bit more before cobtinuing, clearly conviced that the orzic-numbionan fleet has malicious intent*
On top of your complete cooperation i wish to see a complete report as to why a battle fleet of this size has showed up this close to sector 7 alliance space without being reported and why it is guarding Hyrea. If we do not get a valid and reasonable report for all this secrecy, it will be considered an act of WAR! I suggest you take the chance i provided you and explain yourselves.

by **Tinfect** » Wed May 27, 2015 5:25 pm

As the Dragvanian General finishes his speech, the Comm-Screen is overtaken by the usual Imperial Security Notice.

Imperial High-Priority Network 4/173-18 | Priority 7
Origin: TNS - Arm of Orion, Under Imperial Aquilifer-Legatus Alyona Saar, 4th Fleet
Target(s): Unidentified Orzic Fleet, Under Eli Sister
Unidentified Anomalous Fleet, Under [Unindexed Energy-Based Lifeform]
Scarlet Eye, Under Aeiouian Overseer Mia Utopia
GeoCrusher, Under Dragvanian General Zythil

The message quickly faded, once again leaving the Communications open, but now with an added participant; Alyona Saar.

"No, I said cancel the Kill-Agent! We have Allied Forces on the line!"
The voice of an off-screen Bridge Officer drifts over the line "Legatus, the channel is open."
Turning back to the Comms-Screen, Alyona briefly curses something that the Translation Software refused to translate
"General Zythil, your zeal is appreciated, but largely unnecessary; Sharing a direct border with the Orzic State has left us in a similar situation several times. It is very likely that they are simply preforming combat exercises. And an Expedition fleet is no major loss, really.
As for the Anomalous Fleet, they could be doing anything, our limited contact with them has only revealed that they do not seem to grasp, or utilize the basic concepts of logic and reason.
And as for you..."
*Alyona takes a moment to check a Datapad
"Eli Sister? What sort of name is- Er, As for you, Eli, you are in no position to be making demands of the Imperium, or our allies. You are currently in allied territory, and given your country's previous experience with such, you really ought to know better by now"

by **Orzic Nedbens** » Wed May 27, 2015 7:05 pm

OOC: This post covers both Orzic Nedbens and Numbiona.

IC: Having a stage fairy escort Alex hopefully out of viewing range on false pretenses, Eli continued the discussion.

"You try being an uplifted idea from art in the land of the dead some time. Weird names are common down there. More to the point, damnit they were here first! The alliance left this space virtually untouched until about now and the Numbionan existentiate is about as exploring-prone as an omnicidal universe-consuming potato and equally unwilling to announce it. Long-range scanners are a thing and anomalies and narrative abstractions as big as Numbers fields every day should have shown up on Tinfect's military's hitlist ages ago. You know as well as I do a few million or billion more deaths mean absolutely nothing for us besides a few more PTSD cases, and considering you have at least some favor with the archailect-goddesses themselves if Mia is going to lead you, it probably doesn't mean anything to you either. Can't we just resolve our problems with useless violence until- Gah!"

She was cut off by the frenzied shouting of Ambient Divinity rivaling the trolls empowering Condescension-classes everywhere, the spirit of Flamiko briefly overwhelming the localized conglomerate for no discernable reason at all.

"TWEET TWEET I'MA VOID PHOENIX-"

Visibly shaken by this unexpected outburst, in order to avoid being knocked over Eli immediately moved the Numbionan fleet from unfiltered to filtered, dropping the volume markedly before the less tolerant spam filter silenced it totally.

"You get the point. Honestly, at this point we should probably just give up and kill each other, since neither of us is going to give up this land, and at least Numbiona and maybe Dragvania will give up trying to negotiate any moment now. I'm game for a war. In all honestly, Shingyoku pretty much gave Cheswick and by extension me permission to do whatever the hell we want, so-"

A ping distracted Eli yet again. This time, Alex was holding up his smartphone and pointing at a text that had just come in, apparently from the Orzic Nedbensian government itself.

"We heard the discussion. You are clear to break the peace. War declared." it read simply.

"Exactly that permission just got here. I'm sorry, but you've broken the Code of Flavors and it is now officially an act of war on our part, towards you. Let's do this. I'll see you on the way to Hell, maybe even twice. Have a fun border conflict everyone, because it won't be fun at all."

"First Suicidal zerg rush, swarm and open fire!" she concluded. "Opening salvo, everyone and local management!"

A literal flood of strikecraft, mostly Dragonflies and dedicated non-podded *go go* tore towards the twin Aeiouian vessels, firing wildly to preoccupy their point defense lasers and shield management. Double-edged swords were a thing, but how about double-edged shields? (ok that joke was terrible only ever tell that to Ironclad or maybe Yani or Ole when they were on drugs and wouldn't remember)

Just as they would graze the outermost physically obstructive or catching shield layers, they split, washing over, under, beside, and otherwise around the vessels to get around them and bomb the others, while the bigger Orzic/Numbionan ships prepared from the relative safety of the other side of the bricks. Just a matter of getting into position for the big anti-ship guns...

The Ramiel, Agony Causation, Yemnacle, Empress' Unity, and the relay hypergem readied their respective methods of driving people too mad to function in combat, spreading communications and anomalies of unreasonable thought for the minds and processors of the undefended at the far end of their range.

She expected them to get thrashed. But, as she said, their deaths didn't really matter. Some of them might even get promoted when they respawned. Such is the way of devils and gods alike. To almost never truly die. Poetic. Now THAT she could tell Ire, Death, or Una, maybe even a clear-thinking Yani or Ole or Ava or Echo. Maybe.

by **Tinfect** » Wed May 27, 2015 7:38 pm

The sudden closure of the Orzic branch of communication, while not entirely unexpected, momentarily stunned the Legatus; allowing a brief moment of silence to fall over the bridge before the first reports from Sensors came in.
"Legatus, The Orzic fleet is using the Aeiouian Detachment against us."

Next, Tactical reported in.
"Large swarms of Strikecraft detected forward, reformatting sensors to Battlefield Operations."

Engineering, late as always.
"Reactors at full cycle, All thruster banks reporting, Bit low on Hydrogen, though."

Finally, the Commanding Officers.

TNS Internationale wrote:This is Legatus Avilov, how do we engage, Aquilifer?

TNS Ultimatum wrote:Artyom here, Loading primaries now. Just give us a Target, yeah?

With all (Critical) stations reporting in, and secondaries coming in as fast as ever, Alyona took her chair.

"Bring us down a few grids; Avilov, Provide support for the Ultimatum. Densiov, take out the Orzic Command Vessel, the Anomalies can wait.
We are going to move forward with the Triarius IIIs. Captain Armen, Captain Artil, Stand by for engagement priorities. Follow us out of the Grid."

With that out of the way, there was not much more to do but wait to get a clear line of sight on the Orzic fleet. The dull roar of the Forward thrusters only adding to the cacophony on the bridge.
She really needed to get the Soundproofing replaced.

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OOC:
A Grid is a unit of Imperial Measurement for use in 3-D combat Environments. A single Grid is best described as a roughly 12x12 Cubic Kilometer area of Space. A Sub-Grid, is a roughly 4x4 Cubic Kilometer area of Space, and a Full Grid is a 1 Cubic Light-Year area of space, Subdivided into Grids, and Sub-Grids. Full Grids are numbered by their distance, and direction from Grid-0, the location of the New-Harron Star. Grids are numbered by their distance, and direction from the center of a Full-Grid, and Sub-Grids are... you get the idea by now.

by **Aeiouia** » Sat May 30, 2015 1:45 pm

"Cleared to engage."

"Forge, engaging."

"Circo, lighting up the hostiles."

The Aeiouian shield generator holds the attacking forces for the time being, but barely. The outmost shield is under a lot of stress. The point defense systems of the two Aeiouian ships switch modes, and half of them begin targeting enemy strike craft. Specifically, their weapon systems.

However, just as the enemy swarm begins passing the cruisers, the two Forge strike craft loop around from (About 1.5 Grids) "Above" the Aeiouian ships, and fire two GBL-10 disruption missiles at the incoming swarm. The warheads explode directly in the center of the mass of strike craft, with an intention of disabling their systems. Thankfully, the nearest allied vessels are just out of range of the area of effect.

by **Dragvania** » Sun May 31, 2015 10:16 pm

As the swarms pass over, HellHound opens fire into the mass with shrapnel based sensor shells creating a deadly cloud of death. Secondary guns however are re-tasked for point defense as the main weapon system failed to hold the swarms back.

Zythil watched the distant battle with a bit of shock at the reckless charge and sheer numbers of the foe.
"HellHound, Report now!"

"HellHou *BOOOOM*...... HellHound reporting, we got hit hard and fast but we did some serious damage to our enemy. Hull breach on deck 3-C from a destroyed craft crashing into us in this mess but we are holding strong."

"Alright, I will see what I can do to aid you HellHound. Meteor, assault that swarm now. Missile barrage only, nothing that can hurt our allies larger ships. Vulture Squadron, try to disrupt the enemy fleet any way you see fit."

"Alright, meteor moving into position. Give us a minute to get into position." (Meteor is a long range assault frigate, just dropping in this reminder. In say about 1 turn once it is in position it can wreck havoc.)

"Vulture Squadron moving to disrupt enemy fleet. All wings stand by for long range inertia torpedo launch.......... Launch."

HellHound fought off large swarms of fighters with notable ease, as it is it's primary purpose, and with Aeiouia's protection, DawnGuard and Adventurer have suffered minimal damage. The entire battle group continues to push forward slowly. Vulture squadron's torpedoes slowly drift toward to enemy fleet using only inertia to travel making them almost invisible against the shadowy cloak of space. Shortly after launching the torpedoes, Vulture Squadron returns to The safety of fleet.

by **Orzic Nedbens** » Mon Jun 01, 2015 8:05 am

OOC: To be honest, I think Tinfect already posted for this turn, sort of? I don't even know anymore .-.

IC:

"Initial swarm demolished and most of it rendered non-operational." one of the sensor crew reported. "Salvagers are collecting as many remains as possible and nobody cares about a few broken or disconnected fingers."

"Planetcracker aiming at us!" reported another. "We're not gonna be able to tank that-"

"We're all aware of that." Eli said, having readied two Shield glyphs (one for the ship and one for herself and other crew) and firing off countless Haste glyphs even as she was speaking to buff the speed of the vessel as much as possible. "Full sublight speed ahead and engage phasespace microjump cover. I'm not against ramming them if we can't avoid that but the point is to get within Eradica range once we get blasted. Alex, your job is to deploy the Illyana and get the hell out of here the moment the Twist is done for, you know exactly why."

"Potentially explosive space projectiles detected!" yet another sensor crewmember reported.

"Get point defenses on them, it's not like this ship has value anyway. I thought the asteroid belt was over there..." Eli half-apathetically ordered.

"Second wave!" Lorrokh'nan ordered, growling as viciously as possible for an energy-based lifeform without the requisite biological apparatus. "Battlecores, Nothisokyo, and Yemnacle, I want you and your strikecraft on the Aeiouian cover strikers, now!"

The insanity broadcast fired as the second wave tore through space, flooding all known communications channels with eldritch words and unhealthy levels of alien screaming and demonic thundering and the bad kind of disgusting music alongside the truths of the Orz and other horrible secrets like what it feels to die a million times over in horrible agony and what Numbers does all day, coupled with a psionic message of the same, a distracting ocean of horror and incomprehensible things forcing their way into being heard and comprehended against all reason and sense into the minds of everyone. Numbiona's fleet shrugged it off like the everyday nothingness it was to them, while the Orzic fleet generally sighed and wondered why the hell they couldn't target this garbage more accurately and warded off the spam.

by **Tinfect** » Mon Jun 01, 2015 10:14 pm

OOC: Are we at a new turn? 'Cause that's what this feels like.

IC:

Legatus Artyom Denisov, paced the wide bridge of the Ultimatum. The thing was an Enclave II Planetcracker, and brand new as well. It hadn't even been 3 Months since he was the lowly captain of a Ballistarius, and here he was on a damned Planetcracker facing down an Orzic, and whatever the hell those "Numbonian" abominations were, fleet!

"Captain, we got the Orzic Command Ship charging our position!" Came the call of the Sensors Officer.

"Yes, Stalov, I can see it. The bridge has a giant, goddamned window in it. You sit in front of it all-damn day, and shout the shit we can see through it. Shut up." Atryom took his command seat, either Stalov was being particularly redundant, or he had not had enough to drink to be able to put up with his shit today.

Naturally, the next person to speak was the Tactical Officer.
"Captain, I say we begin the-"

And naturally, all he was saying as was shit the Captain already knew.
"Walich, I've heard it a dozen times already. Target the Command Ship. I've heard it from you, I've heard it from Saar, I've heard it ringing in my goddamned head for the last 10 Minutes. Unless you have something different to say, you can shut up too."

It was at this point that a stray Orzic Strikecraft tried to fly into the Railgun Tunnel, only to get sent to Flame-knows where by the Subspace Accelerator. Poor bastard was probably halfway to Andromeda by now. It was that sight that brought Artyom back to the battle at hand, rather than the one with his aching head;

"Bring the Primary to bear on the Command Ship, and someone please turn down the Bridge Lights by a few- er, actually, just turn the bridge lights off. And no, Stalov, I don't want to hear about your goddamned eyesight. Your insurance already pays for the Replacements, and your Console is backlit."

"Fire."
And it did.
The great 1.83 Kilometer barrel of the Railgun was briefly lit by the 100 Meter peice of Metal traveling at nearly the speed of light, untill it hit the Subspace Accelerator. What followed was a brief flash of light as the Projectile breifly existed in two places at once, before speeding off towards the Orzic Command ship at slightly above the expected 1000c.

by **Orzic Nedbens** » Tue Jun 02, 2015 7:54 am

OOC: Let's just drop the turn system at this point. I think we've done enough damage.

I tried to find fitting music for once the Eradica Drive kicked in but it was difficult. I got lost somewhere between Wizeman in G major, Touhou last spell themes, touhou in g major, the Advent battle songs, darude astley sandroll, and Uboa-related things.

IC: ...

Predictably, the shot hit perfectly.

Equally as predictably, the Twist exploded violently.

The shields had done virtually nothing, but in a miracle made primarily of magic and partway from being in overly-stabilized phase space to go faster, multiple entities made it out more or less qualifying as alive.

Alex had in fact been killed violently as one would expect, but a series of forced resurrections first in explosions and then in the vacuum of space managed to kill him a few more times before his automated spacesuit generator kicked in, only for him to get kidnapped across space by his auto-retreat in the flash of blue and white meaning the Illyana was at work.

The majority of youkai aboard had been exterminated, but as one would expect of something so annoying as to share its name with the infamous witchborn devilspawn-spawn itself, the nedbens had simply been confetti'd and that confetti burst into ashes and those ashes burst into nanobots and those burst into some weird narrative abstraction thingy and then burst into more accursed nedbens to start the cycle all over again like maddeneers made of drugs and cheating.

Eli herself, the minority of youkai who had made it out, was almost dead, her nerva empty from the titanic amounts of color she had applied to a hastily-drawn yet excessively-thick third Shield made for herself in anticipation, and her lympha almost emptied from refilling hearts as the color emptied out of them to recreate the form of an era's soul each time it was erased by the world. Bleeding color from the edges, leaving a nebula of caustic fluid behind, a near-exterminated body mere droplets away from the dream of a blimp and a stairway was taken in by the burned and battered FOE-class that had been waiting in a heavily-enchanted and excessively sealed containment vessel to carry this unconscious dreamer away. It began refilling her depleted reserves from the chroma pillar within, before it fled across the stars in a subspace slip with her inside.

An Automata strikecraft, thrown at hundreds of times the speed of light by a subspace accelerator, found itself approximately halfway between Hyrea and Andromeda a few seconds ago and rapidly approaching and almost at the latter area due to slip-and-slide physicsset distortions from its shenanigans engine trying to figure out what to do and heavy momentum. The onboard AI would have said many expletives had it been sentient but instead autonomously opted to engage the miniature onboard shenanigans engine to slip into the travel-lanes of magic in hopes of getting back to Orz territory in a reasonable-ish amount of time.

Ishtar Akkad assumed command of the battle hivemind.

But, that was all minor and mostly low-importance stuff.

The Eradica drive's on-annihilation enchantments kicked in.

In a terrifying flourish of demonic powers and youkai magic and especially the psionic rage of the fallen, a warped image of the Twist burned its way back into reality right where the original had been erased, a nightmarish reimagining of the vessel driven onward by the rampaging souls of dead monsters roaring in silenced agony, the music of howling devils joining the cacophony of the insanity blast flooding conventional communications channels.

It kept moving forward.

Ishtar laughed madly, half in delight at the possibility of victory and half in the amount of terror these things usually caused the first time around. While Tinfect's commanders would probably just tell everyone to stay out of weapons range of the screaming ghost ship until it dissipated in a few minutes or hours depending on how violently everyone on board wanted to kill everyone else, Aeiouia would be preoccupied banishing something that would disappear shortly anyways and tanking its actually damaging weapons and Dragvania presumably had no idea what they were dealing with beyond what they'd been told already.

"Alright, stop messing around you kids." the goddess commanded through the hivemind. "Fire off your Last Word while you're invulnerable and before you separate and I'll probably see you all at a few dozen tea parties or classy banquets when the war's over or something."

"FINE." the thousandvoices of the Twist's image responded. "LAST WORD IT IS. CHASTIC BURST: "THE REALM OF IRONCLAD JUSTICE"!"

Even as it charged forward, the Twist erupted into a blazer aura and released a short-range shockwave field of violent psionic force not unlike the microwaving chastic bursts of the original Eradica, then began firing off phase missiles and variable-fire cannons' artillery like nobody's business, coupled with the excessive amount of magic bullets standard for almost all spellcards. The bullets came with a severe helping of similarly bullet-spamming familiar circles, apparently supposed to remind people of Ironclad's cannon rings tossing themselves around the battlefield without actually having to detach parts of the ship. This general wall of firepower pretty much followed the Twist, a new shockwave and barrage coming every few seconds.

The Numbionan small-craft assault on the Aeiouian strikecraft had managed to get over there with a short-range teleport courtesy of the Yemnacle and began firing phase missiles, torpedo spam, attacking with tractor beams, and even warping reality in the standard Numbionan fashion in an attempt to get around the excessive Aeiouian shielding and armor.

by **Dragvania** » Tue Jun 02, 2015 2:35 pm

-----BREAK-----

Sorry, i need to sort out this confusion...

by **Dragvania** » Tue Jun 02, 2015 2:43 pm

OOC:The turn system keeps it organized. I will not drop it but i know how i can make it more organized and easier to use but it means you cannot speak, if for diplomacy, until your turn. Tinfect had not yet gone so flip your posts to correct it and yes after Tinfect it is a new turn.

However amongst the confusion i say we restart with orzic and wipe(they did not happen) all posts from

Orzic Nedbens wrote:OOC: To be honest, I think Tinfect already posted for this turn, sort of? I don't even know anymore .-.

IC:

"Initial swarm demolished and most of it rendered non-operational." one of the sensor crew reported. "Salvagers are collecting as many remains as possible and nobody cares about a few broken or disconnected fingers."

"Planetcracker aiming at us!" reported another. "We're not gonna be able to tank that-"

"We're all aware of that." Eli said, having readied two Shield glyphs (one for the ship and one for herself and other crew) and firing off countless Haste glyphs even as she was speaking to buff the speed of the vessel as much as possible. "Full sublight speed ahead and engage phasespace microjump cover. I'm not against ramming them if we can't avoid that but the point is to get within Eradica range once we get blasted. Alex, your job is to deploy the Illyana and get the hell out of here the moment the Twist is done for, you know exactly why."

"Potentially explosive space projectiles detected!" yet another sensor crewmember reported.

"Get point defenses on them, it's not like this ship has value anyway. I thought the asteroid belt was over there..." Eli half-apathetically ordered.

"Second wave!" Lorrokh'nan ordered, growling as viciously as possible for an energy-based lifeform without the requisite biological apparatus. "Battlecores, Nothisokyo, and Yemnacle, I want you and your strikecraft on the Aeiouian cover strikers, now!"

The insanity broadcast fired as the second wave tore through space, flooding all known communications channels with eldritch words and unhealthy levels of alien screaming and demonic thundering and the bad kind of disgusting music alongside the truths of the Orz and other horrible secrets like what it feels to die a million times over in horrible agony and what Numbers does all day, coupled with a psionic message of the same, a distracting ocean of horror and incomprehensible things forcing their way into being heard and comprehended against all reason and sense into the minds of everyone. Numbiona's fleet shrugged it off like the everyday nothingness it was to them, while the Orzic fleet generally sighed and wondered why the hell they couldn't target this garbage more accurately and warded off the spam.

and below to sort out the confusion. That sound good? From here on out no random chatter posts or diplomacy until your turn. This fixes our problem.

by **Aeiouia** » Tue Jun 02, 2015 2:56 pm

(OOC: Yeah. If we want to have a turn order, that would make a lot more sense.)

by **Tinfect** » Tue Jun 02, 2015 9:12 pm

OOC:
Perhaps it would just be easier to have the turns on a First Post - First Action system, and when everyone has posted, assume a new turn?
That way we do not have to De-Canonize any of the previous posts, and can just continue as normal.

by **Dragvania** » Wed Jun 03, 2015 5:43 pm

OOC:Orzic had 2 posts in 1 turn. Ill allow that idea but Orzic must choose which of the 2 lower posts is to be wiped and then we continue or Me and Tinfect get 2 turns and Aeiouia gets 1 turn more before he posts to rebalance it. Whichever you want, I still go with the wipe out because it is faster and simpler and we cannot simply ignore the RP problem.

by **Orzic Nedbens** » Wed Jun 03, 2015 7:35 pm

OOC: The second post is the one that is actually an action, so let's go with that.

by **Tinfect** » Fri Jun 05, 2015 12:58 pm

Orzic Nedbens wrote:OOC: The second post is the one that is actually an action, so let's go with that.

[OOC]
So, uh, with that cleared up, can we continue now?

by **Dragvania** » Sat Jun 06, 2015 10:52 pm

OOC:Yup. According to what I wrote down in notepad then Sector 7 alliance moves next unless orzic didnt post for numbiona again. Other than that whoever wants to post from sector 7 go ahead. Ill give it a turn since i posted fairly recently when this whole mess started and it feels like a double turn and i tend to do better following up a ally's post because i can utilize them tactically.

by **Aeiouia** » Tue Jun 09, 2015 11:29 pm

OOC: Orzic Nedbens thinks that I am up next, so, I will continue. Please correct me if I am wrong here.

IC:

The Aeiouian personnel receive the Orzic Insanity Broadcast, but their cybernetic minds seem to be completely unfazed by the content.

A few seconds later, they begin jamming the Orizc communications channels.

"Aeiouian commander Scarlet Eye here. Ze enemy seems to be using some sort of psionic weapon over the communications channels. If you lack the proper protection, block any transmissions from ze enemy vessels for the time being."

After taking a few hits to their shields, the two Zero Aeiouian strike craft suddenly activate their cloaking devices. Causing them to completely disappear from view.

For a few moments, it almost seems as if the craft have completely ceased to exist. However, suddenly, four disruption missiles appear out of nowhere, a few hundred meters from the Twist, and heading towards it with a great deal of speed.

The two vehicles have to disengage their stealth systems to launch these munitions, however, and they briefly appear. Only to drop flares and a chaff pod to confuse enemy detection systems before disappearing again.

Meanwhile, the defensive Forge squadron continues frantically flying around the Tinfect and Dragvanian ships, using their repair systems and drones to patch up any damage to the hull of the vessels that they can find, while simultaneously firing on any incoming projectiles with their point defense systems.

However, suddenly, they suddenly launch a small swarm of missiles directly backwards, headed straight for the massive swarm of Numbonian strike craft. After travelling a few kilometers, the munitions explode, and each splits into 32 smaller missiles, all of which home in on separate strike vehicles.

The cruisers begin taking heavy fire on their shields. While the systems are designed to defend against reality warping and Phase Missile attacks, it does deplete their energy stores rather rapidly. The first layer shield finally loses power, and the second layer begins taking the brunt of the punishment while it begins to recharge.

The vessels briefly divert half of their point defense grids to firing on the Numbonian craft, in an attempt to destroy their weapon systems.

by **Tinfect** » Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:13 pm

OOC: Nedben says that it is just Dragvania, and myself who are left, so lets get this back on track.
IC:

"Aquilifer, the Orzic Command Vessel has been destroy-"
Tactical was cut off by a sudden burst of light originating from the former position of the Twist.
"Apologies, the Orzic Command Vessel appears to have survived and is firing on our position."

The Communications board lit up with a signal from the Ultimatum.
"Saar, what the hell just happened?"
Alyona honestly had no idea how to respond to that.
"Denisov, Fall back a Grid, whatever the hell that is, we do not need to be anywhere near it, Aviliov should cover your Retreat, Denisov, but you need to get the Primary back online as soon as possible."
She then switched back to the Fleet Channel. The Captains would likely need new orders by now.
"Triarius 345, 297, Hold Position around the Arm of Orion, we are pulling whatever the hell that is into the Firing Line."

The Communications Board lit up once more, and again, it was on the Command Channel.
"Flame Alive, Vasily, make it quick."

As was expected, the Legatus was not quick.
"Aquilifer, You cannot honestly expect us to fall back here? We have hardly begun the Battle and you would already have us giving territory to the Confederacy? They will only use this retreat to their advantage, any lull in the Battle could result in Reinforcements, and the Fourth Fleet is in no state to be following us into an engagement of true scale, the last Siege, in case you didn't notice, wiped out half of my Detachment."

"Vasily, your forces were slaughtered because you insisted on throwing them at hopeless engagements. Imperial Ships are designed for Siege Warfare, not aggressive advances. When you sent a Star of Triarius Battleships against a Twin-Spires Battlestation I should have had you relieved of command. You are not in any position to be questioning my orders. And you are certainly not authorized to do so, in any case.
And we are not giving up any territory. When the Ultimatum is safely behind our Lines, you are more than welcome to join us at the Front Line, if you do not mind being responsible for the destruction of a brand new Enclave II in a minor engagement."

That threat, at the very least shut the Legatus up for a while.
"Send a message to the Fourth Fleet, we are going to need some support. Veles, mostly, but see if Intelligence is willing to spare an Aqulia for Combat Testing."

[CLOSED]Disturbance in Sector 7

[CLOSED]Disturbance in Sector 7

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