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Postby Spetznaz Assault Teams » Thu Apr 07, 2011 6:28 am

0900 Spetznaz First Fleet, Carrier Group Alfa, SSF Честь все (honor is all)

Admiral Puntin glanced at the screen, it showed the Glashnov system. A rather newly discovered system, with two planets that were deemed suitable by Imperial scientists for life. He absentmindedly sipped his coffee, suddenly spitting it back into his mug 'ugh' he thought. The coffee was ice cold he glanced at his watch, he could have sworn he got it at 0500... which was four hours ago he realized. "Damn" he muttered, "I lost track of time again! Damn!" Admiral Puntin was on the Destroyer SSF Honor is All for the sole reason of exploring the known and unknown galaxies for sentient life. They had discovered four new systems, countless worlds, and of all of them, only three contained life. Two only contained plant life, the third had some life, but it was only animals and plants, nothing sentient. The animals didn't even show themselves, but one tracker found a dead one, its feet mached the prints they had been seeing all over the land mass. It was possible, but unlikely, that the one animal, named the Shtim (beast) was the only one left of its kind and that the planet now had no more animal life. This was the fourth system that they had discovered, and so far, the most prommising. He turned to the sensor array officer "What did the scans show again kamerad?"

The sensor officer glanced to his screen "Atmosphere of 30% Oxygen, 69% Nitrogen, 1% nonlethal assorted gasses"
"Thank you Kamerad, and is there life?"
"There is definitely plant life, several Jungles confirm that, but as for animal or sentient beings, well, we can only see this one landmass, but there is such strong magnetic interference, enamating from the Polar regions, that our scans cannot penetrate any distance into the atmosphere."
"Thankyou Kamerad, that is all"
"Sir"

Admiral Puntin glanced at his watch again, 0902 hours, the bridge was awash in activity, the captain was in his chair. Puntin walked over to him "Captain, prepare your Noshtag Nikoh (Marines) for entry into the planet."
"Yessir" said the captain, and clicked a single button on his chair, "Its done sir"
"Very good Kamerad"
"Thankyou sir!"

0910 Hours, SSF Destroyer Honor is All's Launch Bay

"GEAR UP MEN! WE LAUNCH IN 3MINUTES AND IF YOU AREN'T ON THAT DAMN TRANSPORT WE AIN'T WAITIN' FOR YA! MOVE MOVE MOVE!!" screamed Sergent Lenin. His squad consisted of 19 other men. To become a Spetznaz Marine you had to pass all the chalenges of being a Spetznaz trooper, and be able to bench 300 lbs, and be a dead eye with any weapon in the Spetznaz's formidable arsenal, which included everything from blowdarts to tanks to Ship based missiles. To be qualified for this mission you had to be at least 6 foot, and able to win in a three-on-one combat with other Marines. Needless to say, these men were tough as nails and twice as sharp. All but two were armed with a MA7G .450 Assault Rifle, two M8D .45 machine pistols with silencers, 4 frag grenades, 4 smoke grenades, and extra ammo clips for all weapons. One of the two others was armed with a SR56OP .308 Sniper, and the other with a Jackhammer RPG and extra ammo.

0914 Hours SSF Destroyer Honor is All Dropship Alfa

Sergent Lenin grinned, he had handpicked all his men from the handful who qualified for it, and specifically requested some special armor. Namely, the ODINSSON armor. With shields that tapered down to under a milimeter on their hands and undersides of their feet, but extended up to two inches around their heads and torsos, they looked like greek gods. But these men were far more efficient and ruthless then any god worshiped in ancient greece. Their guns could be magneticlly clipped to their backs to free their hands. Which, because every man was a 6th Degree Instructor in Krav Maga, were weapons in themselves. However, these men were not just ruthless killers, each had a background in some form of science, and were given specific instruments to survey the planet with (Geiger Counter, Metal Detector, ect.). These men were going in fast, and the only way they knew, hard.
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Postby The Zebian Syndicate » Thu Apr 07, 2011 7:53 am

Son of a,...

Enter the Zebian Syndicate. A massive, sprawling network of gangs, armies, crime bosses and generals. A fledgling government, hopping to soon become recognized as an inter galactic power. Until then, it was a anarchic bunch of people with guns, who had an ideal. And would fight for it.

"Lord Jotun! Un-identified vessels have entered the atmosphere! what shall we do sir?"

Lord Jotun, the "dictator" of the syndicate. Originally pushed for democracy, the populace how ever was unable to ever agree enough to elect anybody. As a matter of convenience, he took control.

A large daunting figure clad in a chitinous suit of power armor, with a lengthy red and black cloak spread out behind him. Two heavy handguns the size of shotguns dangled at his waste. numerous medals and assorted honors hung from his chest plate. Brilliant embroidery hung and draped like ornaments on a tree, as if to inspire a sense of awe and power. Though, the imposing gold staff, standing a good 9 ft tall did the trick better.

"Those fools! I though they were supposed to be patrolling the system! Never mind them. Get me the bridge, it's time for some shock and awe! I wonder how our guest will react,..."

Time: Unknown time
Location: Drop site
Status: Quiet


Upon landing, the team would find exactly what they expected, trees. Nothing but eeffing trees. Thousands,... millions. It was like they had landed on a garden world, and that wasn't far from the truth. All sorts of odd vegetation grew in a riotous orgy or colors and scents. Almost half of the plants were fruit bearing, the other half flowering at any given time. Odd sights like giant melons as big as the drop ship, star shaped fruits, small cherry like berries the detonated with the force of a concussion grenade. Weird vines that moved almost as if they were alive and aware of the things around them, flowers that shot balls of puff into the air, rivers of an alien florescent sap flowed like sticky syrup. A garden world indeed!

The only sign of fauna life at all that could be seen were rather big, hummingbird like creatures. They had four wings, a lengthy swallow tail, long thin and curved beaks, and strangely enough, seemed to have small florescent diodes all over their small, fluffy bodies. These diodes normally glowed blue, but often changed colors crating a myriad of mosaics that were quite a pleasure for weary eyes. Brilliant oranges, icy blues, fiery reds, passionate purples, electric yellows, shimmering greens, it was like a neon storm. A dozen or so of these little critters buzzed about the landing sight, curious as to their new piece of land scape.

And yet, there was something odd. Unless one specifically looked for it, they would never notice great irregular voids and paths in the trees. They seemed to blend in with the madness of the forest, and even now vegetation and shrubberies were growing to reclaim them.



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Postby Spetznaz Assault Teams » Thu Apr 07, 2011 9:01 am

0923 Hours
LZ


Sergent Lenin and his men each checked their weapons as they hit the atmosphere. The pilot yelled back "HOO RAH MARINES!!" and activated the Temporal Transporter. The Temporal Transporter can transport up to 50 marines, 10 Warthogs, and 2 Scorpion MBTs to anywhere on the surface of a planet instantaneously. Which, it now did. The squad of marines appeared in a phase of blue light, in a standard hedgehog formation, with each member of the team pointing their weapon outwards, and the four Warthogs pointing their chainguns in opposite directions. Seeing no enemys, or aliens at all, the men mounted the Warthogs and began rolling. They soon began to notice well concealed paths in the vegetation. Sergent Lenin bawled out "KEEP OFF THOSE PATHS MARINES! WE DON'T KNOW WHO OR WHAT MADE EM!" The drivers followed his orders carefully, each one honestly feared the Sergent more than any alien they had ever encountered. They soon found another clearing, and stopped there. Lenin began to dish out orders "GET ME A PERIMETER! NO SLACKING! WARTHOGS TO THE CENTER OF CAMP! THATS RIGHT LADIES! FRONT AND CENTER YOU MISERABLE LOT!! MOVE MOVE MOVE!!!"
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Postby Zebian Syndicate » Thu Apr 07, 2011 2:07 pm

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Postby Spetznaz Assault Teams » Thu Apr 07, 2011 3:55 pm

1108 Hours
Firebase Alpha


Sergent Lenin looked around slowly. He was beginning to relax, so far nothing had attacked them, noone had tried to kill them, and in fact they hadn't seen anyone or anything besides endless trees. He sat down on a log they had chopped down. Using their armor clad hands his Marines had literally ripped multiple trees out of the ground, creating a crude, but effective, barricade. Now they were unloading ins-TA, a liquid that could be turned into solid Titanium-A within moments. They were pouring it over the barricade, making it impervious to most weapons fire. Lenin was on the verge of going to help with the barricade when one of his men ran up to him.
"SIR!" The man yelled
"What is it soldier"
"We are tracking 40 high velocity targets. Possible gunships. Sir."
"Tell the men. Ill call the fleet for backup."
"Sir yessir!"
He began a interference resistant transmission to the fleet in orbit.
Tracking 40 gunships inbound. Requesting immediate fighter support and an extra 20+ Marines. Lenin Out


1123 Hours
SAT SSF Честь все


Admiral Puntin glanced anxiously at the message which had appeared before him. It read
acking 40 g nship inbo nd. R questin im ediate figh er support and a extra 20+ M rines. Len n Ou
The interference had caused minor parts of the transmission, a letter here and there, to disappear, but the meaning itself was clear enough. He radioed the hangar bay.
Code: Select all
This is Admiral Puntin. Scramble 40 fighters and 2 dropships fully loaded to Firebase Alpha immdediately. There is around 40 presumed hostile gunships inbound. Fire only if fired upon.

Within five minutes the entire force was scrambled and in the upper atmosphere of the planet. Unfortunately, it would take another 12 minutes to enter the airspace above Firebase Alpha.
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Postby Spetznaz Assault Teams » Sat Apr 09, 2011 9:05 am

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Postby Kelvaros Prime » Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:15 am

Officer's Log
CTC-7562 "Bly"
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Outpost 626, Unknown Planet


Commander Bly gripped his DataPad tightly as he inspected the small company of Airborne Troops. The Clones stood attention in neatly filed rows along the outpost on the Jungle world. He had one of the finest units in the 182nd Mekanized Airborne.

"At ease! Alright men, our scanners have identified two unknown forces engaging each other a few kliks from OP626. Our orders are to determine if they are hostile, and what their intentions are. Stay on alert and keep the AT-TEs, and LAAT/i's ready to go. Dismissed!"

Bly gazed out in the clearing of the Compound at the lines of AT-TE(All-Terrain Tactical Enforcer) and LAAT/i (Low-Altitude Assault Transport).

He put the results in his DataPad:
- 3 Companies of Clone Troopers
- 15 AT-TEs
- 15 LAAT/c (AT-TE Dropship)
- 20 LAAT/i
- 1 HQ Company
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Postby Spetznaz Assault Teams » Sat Apr 09, 2011 11:53 am

1130 Hours
Firebase Alpha


Sergent Lenin grinned. The fighters and extra Marines had all arrived. Even now, 40 Screaming Eagle Fighter Jets were patrolling the immediate skys. The extra 40 Marines had been stationed around the perimeter and a few chain guns set up. The Scorpion MBTs were arrayed in a defensive posture around the camp, and 10 of his men had excavated a tunnel system. Now they could hold their own against most any attacks. He turned and was stunned when the same systems officer as before was standing beside him. He groaned
"What is it this time soldier?"
"We are tracking more dropships, different types though, we suspect two different nations. Unfortunately these dropships are making a beeline for us and we suspect they have around 4-5 companies of men with them."
"Just what we needed" groaned Lenin. He turned around and began to bark out more orders. "SECURE THE PERIMETER! BATTEN DOWN THE SCORPIONS! LOCK AND LOAD THE WARTHOGS! WE GOT MORE GUESTS INBOUND AND WE DON'T KNOW WHO THEY ARE! PREPARE TO RECEIVE UNWANTED GUESTS BUT ONLY FIRE IF FIRED UPON!"
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Postby Spetznaz Assault Teams » Sat Apr 09, 2011 1:36 pm

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Postby Kelvaros Prime » Sun Apr 10, 2011 4:41 pm

ARC-6822 "Rico"
LAAT/i Gunship
En route to unknown forces


Rico gripped his DC-15 rifle and the flak hatches on the LAAT/i closed. His squad was going to investigate the unknown forces to determine their intention. His gunship was rigged with white banners on the wings to signify temporal armistice.

He zeroed in on the Comms chatter coming from HQ company. The gunship was mostly unarmed besides the multiple repeating blasters on the cockpit.

Now came the ride to the invaders...
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Postby Spetznaz Assault Teams » Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:09 pm

Im just gonna RP your guys landing to speed things up. If u want 2 change anything just tell me

1142 Hours
Firebase Alpha


Sergent Lenin looked up, squinting before his visor polarized to the glare of the sun. A dropship soared overhead and dipped around before landing just outside the perimeter. It had white flags on the outside, which told Sergent Lenin they came in peace. Then again he thought, weren't we once taught that the only sure way of knowing an enemy is peaceful is if they're dead? Damn. He turned and roared at his men in their primary language, so if the aliens were listening they wouldn't understand. "Bok čovjek, ako ste čitajući ovo ste dovoljno pametan da ide na hrvatski prevoditelj. Niste zapravo mislim da bih napisati moje stvari ovdje si učinio! "
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Postby Kelvaros Prime » Tue Apr 12, 2011 1:11 pm

ARC-6822 "Rico"
LAAT/i Gunship
Unknown forces Perimeter


Rico grimaced at the sight of all the weapons and blasters pointed at the LAAT/i. His Advanced Recon Commandoes (ARC) formed a defensive posture around the gunship. Rico stepped on the ground and walked a few feet before pulling off his helmet to reveal his Human face and dark 'high and tight' buzzcut. He smiled and stuck his helmet under his left arm while thrusting the other into the air for a handshake.
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Postby Zebian Syndicate » Wed Apr 13, 2011 5:44 pm

Sorry I'm late, my comp is down,... and using a PS3 controller is more than a little difficult!!! There will be a post here eventually!!!!!!!!
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Postby Spetznaz Assault Teams » Fri Apr 15, 2011 10:31 am

Kelvaros Prime wrote:ARC-6822 "Rico"
LAAT/i Gunship
Unknown forces Perimeter


Rico grimaced at the sight of all the weapons and blasters pointed at the LAAT/i. His Advanced Recon Commandoes (ARC) formed a defensive posture around the gunship. Rico stepped on the ground and walked a few feet before pulling off his helmet to reveal his Human face and dark 'high and tight' buzzcut. He smiled and stuck his helmet under his left arm while thrusting the other into the air for a handshake.


1145 Hours
Firebase Alpha


Sergent Lenin, after a brief consideration, depolarized his visor and stuck out his hand to shake. As aforementioned he stood 6'5" tall, had a sand colored buzzcut and had piercing ice blue eyes. He shook the mans hand "Sorry about the guns but we're not entirely certain who's a friend and who wants to kill us. Welcome to Firebase Alpha though, I'd invite you in but, I'm afraid I don't know you, your men, your nationality, or even your species. As for me I am Sergent Lenin, I'm a Spetznaz Marine from the Star Empire of Spetznaz Assault Teams. You are?"
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Postby Kelvaros Prime » Fri Apr 15, 2011 1:11 pm

ARC-6822 "Rico"
Speznatz Perimeter


Rico breathed a sigh of relief as the man took his hand. He seemed to be friendly and understd what Rico was trying to do. \
"I'm Advanced Recon Commando(ARC) 6822 of the 182nd Mekanized Airborne Division, Outpost 626 a few kliks from here. We're human clones of the famed Mandalorian mercenary Kal Skirata. My men are all ARC troopers, their blue kama (Sort of skirt on legging armor), ARC commanders -like me- have red markings on our armor and kama."

Rico glanced at his men and gave the 'at ease' signal and saw his men lower their DC-17s. He glanced and saw the Speznatz do the same. He grinned and replaced his helmet with a hiss.
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Postby Zebian Syndicate » Sun Apr 17, 2011 12:43 pm

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Postby Kelvaros Prime » Sun Apr 17, 2011 3:23 pm

ARC-6822 "Rico"
Speznatz Perimeter

Rico knew the intruders were there even before they shouted. His thermal readings on his HUD were off the charts with all of the men and armor around them. His men had already prepred the LAAT/i to takeoff and all of his men had the RPG Anti-Armor attachment on the DC-17s aimed at the hostiles.

Rico turned his helmet comlink on.
"Secure Channel:182nd, this is ARC-6822, requesting all infantry and armor to be mobilized. Prep evac transports also, we have a visual on Hostile forces, sending coordinates now. Over."
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Postby Spetznaz Assault Teams » Mon Apr 18, 2011 9:42 am

1149 Hours
Firebase Alpha


Sergent Lenin grinned. These insignificant alien bastards had just made a HUGE mistake. He turned to what appeared to be their leader he began "One. Put the gun down. Two. Try again, politely. Three. If you fail to do that we WILL blow you into oblivion. Four. If someone would move his ass..."
Then, seemingly from nowhere 40 Screaming Eagle Fighter Jets materialized in the sky. Of course Lenin had ordered them to enter camo mode as soon as they detected more forces. Of course they were now unimaginably pissed off. And of course, they had very, very, very large guns pointed at the "stealthed" aliens in the tree line. He smiled sweetly at the alien as he polarized his visor. His men followed suit. They triggered their shields and 10 of them entered heavy camo mode. Or a mode of camouflage that emitted no heat, had no glitches, and rendered the men using them invisible. The Scorpion Main Battle Tanks rotated their turrets so they covered all the ground near them. The warthogs chainguns began to spin slowly. He began to bark out orders "सभी पुरुषों एक परिधि के रूप में. ताला और और मेरे आदेश पर ही बोझ आग. उसके बाद, हम इन कमीनों अभिमानी यह है!"
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Postby Zebian Syndicate » Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:27 am

OOC: I call bullshit on both of those last post.
Kelvaros,... we're in the middle of a tropical forest. And you are in the middle of a camp, full of men and vehicles. No way in hell even activly looking for something could you have noticed my men's advance. And who just stands around looking at thermal imaging in the middle of a forest while talking to someone? And more importantly, you exect me to beveile that at a moments notice, every unit you have present is automatically ready?
And I also don't fancy having an entire base garrison called down upon a measly 30 men, especially on my own planet!

Spetz, c'mon. I don't get how all of your aircraft are suddenly overhead. Now how they would have camo considering that they are fighters, and stealth systems greatly detract from a unit's fighting ability.
And your, "heavy camo mode" is nearly impossible unless your civilization is rediculously high on the tech tree, which it isn't from every post you have made so far.
And no system is perfect. Unless you have other systems. Which I highly doubt all of which can be mounted on a single man. Including heat, "perfect invisibility" and especially a system for correcting errors.

I honestly don't get what is with all the purposeful godmodding going on here.
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Postby Kelvaros Prime » Tue Apr 19, 2011 7:13 am

Zebian: Well excuse me for not knowing that this was a TROPICAL forest. My apologoies, but stop threatening people. AND we aren't even in the camp, just on the outside perimeter with my men in defensive formations in a 360degree fashion. Now explain why I could spot human readings in the outskirt of the forest clearing?
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Postby Zebian Syndicate » Tue Apr 19, 2011 11:28 am

Who said I was threatening anyone? And more importantly, where did you get the idea in the first place? I admit, I don't know if you are in the clearing, since it wasn't stated, just being outside is not any more helpful though.

Now, have you ever been in a forest? A regular forest. Past a certain point, the trees will block anything that you could see. Even thermal sensors and radars are rendered ineffective by the trees.

Now multiply this effect by 2-10 times for this location. The only way my men could have been spotted was when they broke their cover to close in on the barricade.

And can the attitude, this is not your planet, so I make the terrain unless Spetz wants too. Even then, that is still debatable.
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Postby Spetznaz Assault Teams » Wed Apr 20, 2011 2:06 pm

OOC: Sorry im late to the argunment, im on vacation

1) Dude
its been like 10 minutes since we had aliens land on our bases perimeter, you better bet we are fully geared up and ready to go
2) If you were READING my posts you would see that I already had 40 fighter jets circling the camp perimeter.
3) the whole tech tree thing is up to whomever is RPing as a certain nation. I fail to see how Halo Covenant type ships and armor are so "low" add to that that elites had a certain heavy camo of their own, this is just slightly refined
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Postby Kelvaros Prime » Mon Apr 25, 2011 5:20 pm

OOC: I hereby remove myself from this topic
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