[OB;013,OB;015, OC;013-OD;012] The Fall of the Republic...

[EyesofMarch]

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Across the known Galactic Territories, sudden, strange messages would suddenly be broadcasted from a previously uncharted sector of space. At first, they are unrecognizable, being only the sounds of animal-like honks and shrieks; with the distance sound of explosions, death, and war behind them. The messages resonate from a massive sector of space, overlapping eachother as they spring from multiple planetary systems. Some are translated into different languages, like Human English, while others are simply screams and cries; an alien cry for help. It is clear to those who have made contact, that these are Kal'Bavakorians..

And the communication contacts are dropping like flies.

++-'This is 'Amber of Solace', we are receiving a unknown spacecraft within' Kaas'Ka space.. Signatures unknown. Seems to be of dr-.. What? It's.. Activating nu-..*static*..'-++

++-'THIS IS THE VU'KULMUR SYSTEM! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK BY ALAREI FORCES! WE HAVE LOST AMARATH, AND THE CIVILIAN FLEETS ARE FALLING BACK TO THE ASTEROID BELT! WE NEED ASSISTANCE, WE CANNOT HOLD! PLEASE.. ANY-..'-++

++-'This is Third Battalion, engaging enemy forces! We lost the capital to enemy nuclear weapons, but we have managed to re-route the remaining population to an emergency evacuation point in the valleys beside Humaragh! Radiation damage heavy, and we are running low on anti-ship charge packs! We need evacuation; we require immediate ass-.. By.. The Goddess... TAKE COVER! INCOMING MUNITIO-..'-++

++-'WE HAVE TO RETREAT TO THE OCEANS! THE RADIATION WON'T GET THER-..'-++

++-'THE UN' SYSTEM HAS BEEN HELD. HIGH COMMAND IS ATTEMPTING TO RE-ROUTE THE FLEET FOR AN ORGANIZED DEFENSE! HIGH COMMAND IS IN SHAMBLES! WE REQUIRE IMMEDIATE XENO ASSISTANCE! ANYONE OUT THERE, PLEASE RESPOND.. BILLIONS ARE DYING AS WE SP-..'-++

++-'Grand Council, this is Councilman Vasa'Rmu of the world Bassi'Ma.. We could not hold the enemy offensive off.. Not enough ships. We.. We did our best to get them off world.. But the Patriarch; the Empress' daughters.. Their ship was intercepted and destroyed by Alarei forces.. Please send my condolences to the Empress..'-++

++-'This is Hierarch Ze'Malus of the Zealotry Council of Religious Remnants. We are attempted to assist in the defense of the home system, and surrounding colonies. The Goddess has shown us her judgement, and her will is true; we will help fight the alien attackers. The Goddess condemns all cruelty of this level, and we shall fight to the last man to defend our people.'-++

++-'We just lost contact with Nauro Station.. Data-Net connection is lost. Everyone.. Pray. Pray for a better afterl-.. GAAAWW-..'-++

++-'...If anyone is out there. Please.. Help us. Help us... Please..'-++

Then silence takes over.. The area of space, once heavy with sudden communications contacts.. Goes silent.

[El Wood]

Humaragh - Tal-Nagarian High Fleet

Thork has a cut on his head, he's commanding his full fleet, in the last few hours things have been crazy, and now he's a long way from home, he's tired, he's pissed off and every ounce of him wants to get some killing done.

15 of his cruisers warp out behind him, this was the first time Saphrithids and Nakar were on his ship, helping to operate his weapons, if anything this had already bolstered the shaky alliance at hand. The 15 cruisers now pour out of the warp rift they created, firing onto any Alerian ships in orbit.

[autist supreme]

The Nakar Korps at the bottom of the ship, combined with a small contingeant of Groks would be fired out of the back of the cruisers in dropships heading toward the irradiated planets, the Nakar are wearing no visable protecting, but the groks are all sealed in tightly into NBC-type suits.

"When we land on the ground, don't shoot any citizens, hold and have patience, we don't know what they'll be like! Start the broadcasts!"

"WOT?!"

++Citizens, this is an extra terrestrial signal translated into your language, possibly poorly. We are assisting in radiation cleanup, you can, if you must, make contact with local soldiers, the ones who will respond to you have "yellow" head implants, they will give you a valid response as to why they are here. ++

With this the ships land on the irradiated carnage of a nuclear atmosphere, the whole area burns and Nakar run through the city, teams of 4 carry pillars which, when set up, appear to pulse blue light into the ground.

If civilian resistance is there, or at all high, Nakar would shield their operators, themselves and Tal-Nagarii with Praxius shields and continue working.

[Hades]

// seems a bit too quick, you are more than 10 jumps away. my people are way closer and can use the jump gates between sanctuary and un

[autist supreme]

// I thought jumping was more of an instant thing? And plus, the more time that's left to reply makes it more and more plausible, I did all my events at once, not in related real time. I just wanted to create a new rp avenue before anyone got in ahead of me.

[Hades]

// Jumping itself is instant, but has limited distance and a cooldown. Each grid on the map represents a jump, so for you to get to your homeworld to the Kals, you need like a dozen jumps, with primitive FTL.

In contrast, I am very much closer, have advanced FTL (my ships can get to FTL 4 times faster than yours) and have the benefit of a jump gate.

[autist supreme]

// I'm not using my own ships though, I was roleplaying my men, who were using Tal-Nagarian ships, which have advanced FTL.

[Blitz]

2 Patrul-Class frigates, 1 Kravenkov-class cruiser, 1 Leokrasno-class battleship, and a Burydi-class carrier all jump into the nearest territory of OD-012. Lord Admiral Burydi, a stalwart and cold man, looks over the destruction from the bridge of his personal carrier ship. His blue-veined face is grim, his single organic eye darting over the wreckage of the Kal ships and their planet. The bridge is silent. He mutters,"Some were not so lucky."

Lord Admiral Burydi waves his hand over to a communications officer,"Comms, broadcast on all available frequencies that we are responding to distress signals in these sectors. Try to make ourselves known so anything remaining of their military won't fire on us. Pump up the power so we can get the message out to their entire controlled sector. I want the fleet to divert all their attention into monitoring all forms of communication and watching for possible enemy jumps into the system. Nav, guide us into a holding pattern in orbit around the planet. " The Navigations and Communications officers nod to the Lord Admiral, getting about to sending out reply messages to the distress calls around the Kal sectors and orbiting OD-012.

[Hades]

Amarath System
Time: Alarei Launch

It was judgement day. The launch tubes aboard the Alarei Dreadnought were emptied in one short sequence, and the MIRV warheads were sent on a path towards the planet housing the system's capital city. Anyone who could get their hands on a spaceship, jump capable or not, had already taken off and was hurriedly rushing to get away from the scene before the Dreadnought noticed them. That still left three billion people on the planet itself, and another seven all around the system.

The warheads continued upon their path. Sixty seconds to impact.

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Amarath System
USS Carentan, CIC

"JUMP COMPLETE, THE ALAREI HAVE ALREADY LAUNCHED THEIR NUKES!"

The Admiral snatched the phone from the console and literally screamed into it. Sweat had covered his entire face, and his uniform was wet and spotty from the anxiety that came with the moment. The warheads were clearly on a bombardment course towards the planet, and the battlegroup was not in a range to destroy them with anti-aircraft batteries.

"HELM, COMMENCE ANOTHER JUMP, TAKE US BETWEEN THE NUKES AND THE PLANET! ALL BATTERIES, DEFENSIVE BARRAGE!"

In an unimaginable feat of success, the Carentan jumped a second time, and was now just skimming the atmosphere of the planet below. The nukes were now forty seconds from impact with the Carentan, and that was barely enough time to shoot them all down with the batteries.

"LAUNCH ALL SQUADRONS!"

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Carentan Cobra 108, Callsign 'Stinger'

+"Launch all squadrons."+

For the second time that day, Stinger saw the confines of the launch tube flicker past him as his Cobra was launched towards the Alarei dreadnought... And the incoming nuclear warheads. He could see them in the distance, large cylindrical devices with a domed tip and a few engine pods strapped onto them in a makeshift nuclear weapon.

He also felt his fighter twitch as the massive gun batteries of the Carentan flashed to life, creating an impenetrable wall of flak between the supercarrier and the nuclear missiles. He was barely out of the killzone when the barrage commenced, and he couldn't help but wonder why the Admiral didn't wait a few more seconds before firing the turrets. But that didn't matter, and it sure as hell wouldn't change anything now.

+"CAG, SHOOT THESE MISSILES DOWN!"+

The order was all he needed to hear. The fighters accelerated towards the incoming wall of nuclear warheads and opened fire.

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Amarath System
USS Dauntless, CIC

"What the fuck is Jones doing, is he insane?"

The Captain of the Dauntless sure as hell wasn't happy about the way the Carentan had just jumped into the middle of the combat zone. RADAR was already reporting that the nukes were being shot down by the dozens, but that didn't give him any comfort: that dreadnought would be going after the lone supercarrier any moment now. If the Carentan had any chance at survival, it would be only through the help of the Dauntless and the rest of the battlegroup.

"Helm, make for the dreadnought. Lets see if that main battery refit has done us any good."

The distance indicator was reduced with every passing second. Seventy thousand. It took sixty to fire the main battery.

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Amarath System
Alarei Dreadnought 'Dominance', Bridge

<:: Vanguard. A human supercarrier has positioned itself between the warheads and the planet, it is shooting them down. ::>

<:: Launch the fighters and prime the main battery, turn as about to target them. ::>

<:: By your command, Vanguard. ::>

Vanguard 'Echo' nodded his head briefly. He did not enjoy neuraly interfacing with the ship; it was too painful, too dangerous. He would rather do things the hard way, by giving vocal orders to his Caretakers. Just like his predecessors had done during the first war. This method of commanding honoured them.

<:: Target acquired. Requesting target parameters. ::>

<:: Their power core. Lets finish this. ::>

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Amarath System
USS Carentan, CIC

The entire ship shook as the shots hit it. Many of the CIC's conduits overloaded and shut down, or melted down with sparks flying everywhere. Unfastened objects hit against what little glass there was in the chamber, shattering it. Admiral Jones knew what that meant.

The ship had been hit.

He had felt the feeling before, but he never expected to have it happen on the Carentan. The ship's stabilizers were far too good for anything smaller than a nuke to overwhelm them.

He didn't even realize he was on the floor until he opened his eyes again. He saw the ceiling, and the chaos in CIC. He simply stood up, almost lost in his own world and using the main command table as support, and muttered out a weak "Status report."

The TSO was kind enough to answer. "Direct hits on portside hangar pod alpha! Point defense took the missiles out, and the armor held the barrage, but they used some kind of advanced weapon! Cut right through our armor!"

"Damage?"

"Multiple secondary explosions on hangar deck three bravo, looks like it hit the fuel tanks. We're venting coolant and-"

The ship shook again. This time, it was different. The Admiral was violently jerked on the command table, the breathing being choked out of him for a second time as his diaphragm came in contact with the metal.

"NUCLEAR DETONATION IN THE STERN! PRIMARY ENGINES ARE DOWN, ONE OF THE NUKES GOT PAST THE FIELD!"

And then again.

"SECOND DETONATION, PORTSIDE HEAT EXCHANGER! POINT DEFENSE SYSTEMS ARE OVERWHELMED!"

"Admiral, fighters report skosh ammo, they're down to throwing rocks at the warheads!"

Jones couldn't afford to pass out now. He had a job to do, a ship to command. He was in pain, but he knew how to suppress it.

"Jump drives?"

"Offline, engineering needs to fix the coolant leak first!"

"Redirect all power to point defense and portside batteries, thicken the flak field as much as possible! Bring our birds home!"

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Amarath System
Alarei Dreadnought 'Dominance', Bridge

Vanguard Echo was satisfied. As expected, the Hyper-Kinetic Battery had managed to penetrate the hangar pod's relatively weaker armor. On the down side, it had failed to go past the second layer and thus hadn't reached the power core. The design would have to be amended in the future.

<:: Vanguard. We are reading multiple hull breaches on the human carrier, some of the nukes headed for the planet got past its flak field. ::>

<:: Reload the main battery, lets end this. ::>

<:: Vanguard. ::>

<:: What. ::>

<:: We are reading another ship. ::>

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Amarath System
USS Dauntless, CIC

"Sir, the Carentan has taken several direct hits, we're detecting multiple fires and hull breaches. Her FTL and sublight engines are offline."

"DISTANCE?"

The Captain looked at the distance meter again. It was very close to sixty thousand and dropping rapidly. In a second, his hope was confirmed.

"Sixty thousand, main battery has a firing solution."

"Fire everything we've got."

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Juno Talon 038, Callsign 'Scotchman'

+"Attack squadrons, Juno. Commence bombing run on Alarei dreadnought, aim for its weapon systems."+

Scotchman didn't have to be told twice. What he was seeing was good enough: he and his flightmates were almost on top of the dreadnought, and so far, its fighter squadrons were too busy attacking the Carentan's flight wing. He was about to fire his torpedoes when the sight distracted him.

The main axis of the dreadnought was ripped in half as the Dauntless and the two battleships that accompanied it opened fire, aiming straight for the gut: the power cores. The heavy explosive shells shredded through the armor of the capital ship and exploded near the core, devastating it beyond any hope. Lights went out, and the fires burnt brighter with every second.

His CAG was quick to take note of the situation, and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

+"All wings on me, the Dauntless got this beast all lubbed up! Lets fuck it up beyond any recognition!"+

The fighters released their ordnance simultaneously, and it was over in seconds. The dreadnought had been gutted, and collapsed into a fiery hell as secondary explosions tore its hull apart. The colony was safe.

[Hades]

Amarath System
USS Carentan, CIC

"Enemy dreadnought has been destroyed!"

Cheering erupted throughout the Carentan's CIC. Less important reports such as "engineering reports a green board, FTL drive online!", "flight wing back aboard" and "primary propulsion restored!" were drowned by the wave of happiness: operators hugged each other, patted each other's shoulders and cheered on. They had saved ten billion colonists, after all; that was something worth celebrating over. Someone even went down to the messhall to get a bottle of champaigne to celebrate the victory, and they didn't notice the flashing red indicator on the communications console.

The XO picked up the phone from the command console and put it against his mouth, muttering "one em cee" to the intercom operator.

"All stations, secure from condition one. Set condition two throughout the ship. Division officers, submit casualty and damage reports to Combat."


It didn't take long for the cheer to go away though. One of the operators finally saw it a few seconds into the celebration, and instantly yelled out as hard as possible to be heard over the others. "EMERGENCY ACTION MESSAGE, ALERT ONE!"

He rushed to get the printed message to the Admiral, who put on his glasses to read it.

...EMERGENCY ACTION MESSAGE...

FROM: EARTHCOM
TO: USN 12TH BATTLEGROUP, USS CARENTAN (SCVN-88)
SUBJECT: DISTRESS SIGNAL

REMARKS:

1. ALIEN FORCES IN CONJUNCTION WITH HUMAN FLEETS DESTROYED ALAREI DREADNOUGHT IN ORBIT OF EARTH
2. ALIEN FORCES (IDENTIFIED AS NAKAR) (3 BATTLESHIPS, 1 CRUISER, 2 FRIGATES) LANDING TROOPS IN THE AREAS OF LONDON AND WEST EUROPE.
3. INVASION OF EARTH POSSIBLY IN PROGRESS
4. EMERGENCY RESPONSE PROCEEDURES INITIATED, ULTIMATUM DELIVERED TO ENEMY SHIPS
5. SET DEFCON 1
6. PROCEED TO SOL SYSTEM (EARTH) AND EXERCISE CONTAINMENT AND DEFENSE PROCEEDURES
7. USE OF NUCLEAR WEAPONS IN LOW EARTH ORBIT IS AUTHORIZED

AUTHENTICATION CODE: AJ8K91D (COMPUTER REMARK: AUTHENTIC)

The Admiral had to read the message thrice to take in what was happening. The XO stared expectantly at him, waiting for the order to step down to condition three and begin rescue operations for any Kal'Bavakorians that were hit by the aftermath of the fight; instead, he heard the officer's voice darken and speak up.

"ACTION STATIONS! XO, TAKE US TO SOL!"

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Amarath System
USS Carentan, Hangar Deck 02a

"Did you see me blowing those two Alarei fuckers out of the sky?"

"Yeah, man, that was awesome. They were like 'oh here we've got you surrounded', and you were like 'yeah fuck you have a cluster missile'. Damn man, it was badass."

"Stop sucking up to him rookie, trust me, he's not worth it."

"Oh bugger off!"

The thrill of battle was always followed by a venting period for the USC's pilots. It was a long way to the elevator from the hangar deck, and from there to the briefing room, so they had plenty of time to banter with each other and tell a few harmless or not-so-harmless jokes. It was almost considered a bonding ritual aboard supercarriers. So the deck and engineering crew chose to ignore the fighter jocks as they moved in small groups through the hangar, and continued with their jobs.

The pilots finally reached one of the elevators-maglev trains that connected the lengthy connection strut to the rest of the ship. They slid their cards across the scanner and patiently waited for the decontamination to be completed, but they did not expect it to flash red and lock down. They also didn't believe the explanation they got, straight from the announcement system.

+"Action stations, action stations, set condition one throughout the ship. All fighter pilots report to fighters immediately, this is not a drill. Action stations, action stations, set condition one throughout the ship. Make ship ready for combat jump."+

[autist supreme]

Humaragh - Planetfall.

Upon setting up the various pillars, the small Nakar squads communicate to the next stage of their plan, they look up the sky and see the Alarei dreadnought getting disabled.

++Advankor 1 In place.++

++Advankor 2 In place.++

++Advankor 3 In place.++

++Advankor 4 In place.++

++Advankor 5 In place.++

Suddenly, the pillars activate, firing into the air about 20 metres high, then forming a huge green shield, these could, in effect cover colonies and cities, inside the areas nuclear fire would still rage on, but anyone with radiological equipment would not that the radiation levels in the area would spike to new heights, then plummet, severely, with half lifes being accelerated millions of times. The Iron Nakar warriors of the 5th Legion stand there, operating and carrying more equipment, once of which appears to be laser-building supports onto Kal'Bavakorian structures, along with Nakarian power plants, in a matter of hours the colony would be hap-hazardly reconstructed, like building a human bodies skeleton, the buildings were all dark metal, the fires quickly burned themselves out and the smoking wreck of the city was being built, as Nakar builder drones, shaped like small scarabs would be zooming in and out of civilian buildings, dropping Nakar wildlife food provisions and repairing key structural flaws before buildings collapse. Nakar on the street walk about, giving orders, taking care of citizens, I very noticeable incident would be that of a Nakar foot soldier rescuing a citizen trapped under the rubble of a recently exploded building, he emerges holding comparatively tiny creature, but he dusts him off and puts him inside a mechanical box, while the painful screams of non anesthetization surgery could be heard, the man comes out, repaired and defiantly evading sure death.

[El Wood]

Humaragh - Orbit

Thork stood proudly over his 4th victory in space, he was becoming quite the experienced Admiral.

"Yeah! Theyz Iz sittin duckz!"

"Well, move to stage two?"

"Whatz stage two?!"

"Board them you fool, board them!"

"Oh...Yeh, I don't need you orderin me aroun' you big ol' grok 'ead!"

From the moment that pesky Nakar advisor had stepped foot on his bridge he knew he was gonna be up tight like all the rest. But Thork had a job to do, and besides, everyone loved him anyway.

"Alright, send da boyz, all da boyz."

Out the back of the cruisers Nakar dropships and Tal-Nagarian dropships would fly toward the Alareian ship and immediately commence landing.

Alarei Ship - Multiple Cavities - Tal-Nagarian reports

As the Tal-Nagarians split off from the Nakar formation they shuffled into their space suits, the ship was decompressed, grenades, rifles, bullets and bombs were gonna be used. When they landed they would blow holes into the ships quarters, shooting everything, sometimes each other, throwing too many grenades to be sensible for a convention army, the destruction about the interior of the Alarei ship was incredible, save the few men that were seen ripping modules off the walls and running them back to their ships.

[autist supreme]

The first Nakar ship slams into the bridge, with men jet-jumping into the windows, these were no ordinary Nakar, black armor, shadow fog displacement imaging camoflage, this was no rabble of close quarter miscreants, it was the 1st Legion, and they were here to show the Alarei that their oldest known foe was still here. If any Alarei were in the bridge the immediate detonation of 6 Parasitic "Swarmer" grenades would have disabled any crew members, If they had recently become robotic, they would also feel the sting of Electro Magnetic Krek grenades, the use of these caused the ship to go dark which meant in the crazed assault the ship would be home to the Nakar's natural night-vision. In the corridors of the ship the Nakar used their new Bulwark IVs to great effect, deflecting any possible small arms with the radioactive backlash, making advancing walls of spikes a great demoralizer to any remaining biological infantry two could see them coming. As more and more Nakar ships slam into the parts of the ship and fire their men into the corridors, it soon becomes apparent an assured area of clotting and killing is in effect, with any rooms that have been heavily blocked up getting blown to pieces by harsh use of Frag, Swarm and EMP grenades.

[EyesofMarch]

// This thread will now be locked, and it shall be seperated into multiple threads to allow for less clogged rp!

[autist supreme]

// I'm lost, where the fuck has all my rp gone?

[EyesofMarch]

// re-post on the Vu'Kulmur thread..

Blitz posts on the Cam'Jasnugai thread

[El Wood]

// Andy sorry no, I cbf with this, if this just got scrapped I'm not putting anymore time into this sector.

[EyesofMarch]

// ...

I just made more threads so it wouldn't get cluttered.

Christ.

[Ducky]

// Locked, as requested by Eyes.

Note the codes in the title: this is four sectors at once. For organization's sake, it'll just be split up into more than one thread.

If you need a post moved to one of the other sector threads, feel free to PM me or one of the game masters and I'll be as quick as I can with helping you.

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