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Post by Angrybirds on Jul 3, 2013 12:26:26 GMT -8
October 5, 2793
Morgan Villard burst onto the command bridge of the newly refitted Aegis-class mark 2, PLN Blizzard, with an air that told volumes on where he had just been: in bed, sleeping. The aging Quaranian's hair (or what was left of it) was a mess under his uniform cap, his black vest was buttoned in the wrong places, and one of his rank insignias was missing, giving him the appearance of a Fleet Captain rather than an Vice Admiral.
Many bridge officers stifled giggles as he hurriedly passed them on his way to the center of the circular bridge, where sat a square command display in the form of a table. His first officer, a Quaranian by the name of Erugir Tuche, was waiting for him next to it.
"Sir," he said, raising his hand in a salute.
Villard would have surely raised his own hand had it not been thrust down his pants, tucking in his shirt.
"You said we were here, Commander." he said, obviously not in the best of moods. He was finally able to reciprocate the salute and returned to buttoning his shirt.
"Yes sir," said Tuche as he lowered his arm. "Thirty minutes to the border and no contacts on long-range sensors."
"None?" Villard frowned.
"Yes sir."
"You'd think they'd've seen us by now!"
"That's what I thought, sir. The Drodo did say that most of the Krickan forces were tied down fighting them. Maybe they completely neglected this region of space?"
"Hmph." grunted Villard. He did not contest any of the information. "Very well, we'll wait."
Within thirty minutes, as Tuche said, the PLA Armada of 10,000 ships would enter NCKU space.
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Post by OfficerJackal on Jul 3, 2013 13:09:27 GMT -8
Fleet Captain Riv Shivla of the 204th NCKU Protective Group sits in his chair on the bridge of the Flare Class NCKUN Dominator. He depressingly looks at the report the Observation Stations had sent him, 10,000 ships against his 2,000. He knew it was a hopeless battle, but he had little choice on the matter.
"Jump towards the location, Ship Captain, this is it."
The Ship Captain looks up, and says
"Are you really sure you want to do this, sir? It's a hopeless battle, a-"
Riv cuts off the Ship Captain mid-sentence, and shouts
"That's an order, Ship Captain. I said, JUMP TOWARDS THE LOCATION."
The Ship Captain nervously nods, and begins to set up the warping sequence.
Riv Shivla takes his broadcaster, and being to speak into it, broadcasting his voice to the entire fleet.
"Ok, all ships prepare for jump."
At that, the fleet jumps, and make their way towards the FPC Armada.
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Post by Angrybirds on Jul 3, 2013 14:06:29 GMT -8
"Enemy contacts, Admiral." said a bridge officer at a console.
"Display them," Villard ordered, advancing towards the tactical display at the center of the bridge. Tuche did the same.
A three dimensional map of the NCKU, zoomed into their sector of space, was projected holographically over the table. Displayed as tiny dots were the PLA 25th Armada and an unidentified, presumably Krickan, fleet.
"How many are there?" Villard asked hoarsely, now wide awake.
"Estimated at two thousand, sir."
"Did I hear that right, Lieutenant? Two thousand?!"
"Yes sir."
With long strides, Villard strode over to the console and peered over his shoulder.
"You're right..." he muttered. "Battle stations!" he sprung up and made his way back to the display. "Battle stations! Ready for contact in five minutes!"
The bridge was suddenly filled with a wave of frantic action as crewmen inputted the correct commands to ready the ship –– and the rest of the fleet –– for battle. Some were speaking into comm phones, while others left their seats and rushed off to some other part of the ship to fulfill their duties. The whole fleet echoed with the announcement, relayed by Villard's comm officer. "Battle stations! Battle stations! Ready for contact in five minutes! Repeat; Battle stations, ready for contact in five minutes!"
The PLA armada would descend on the inferior NCKU fleet and, under Villard's direction, would surround it.
"Group eleven has sent confirmation, maneuver complete. Everyone is in place," said Tuche, a comm phone in his ear.
"Good. Get us out of hyperspace, and give me that." he extended a hand for the comm phone.
The armada dropped out of hyperspace as one, appearing in a series of groups forming a jagged sphere around the NCKU fleet below.
"Transmit this on all open channels:
"Krickan Fleet, this is Rear Admiral Morgan Villard of the United Free Peoples Coalition. You are surrounded, outnumbered, and outgunned. You can still save your hides by surrendering to us unconditionally. If you do not accept, you won't survive."
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Post by OfficerJackal on Jul 3, 2013 14:44:09 GMT -8
The 204th NCKU Protective Group stops dead in their tracks, and remains motionless.
Inside the bridge of the Dominator, the Ship Captain looks wide-eyed at the scene before him, as he sees they are completely surrounded. The bridge seems to be under a veil of silence, as nobody says a word. The Ship Captain takes a deep breathe, and says;
"S-sir, this battle is hopeless, we are completely outnumbered and outgunned, plus we are surrounded. The only rational thing to do here, would be to...surrender."
Riv Shivla slowly get's up from his chair, and looks at the screen showing the FPC Armada surrounding him. A slight sweat forms on his forehead, as he ponders on his next course of action. He paces back and fourth across the bridge.
"Sir, we can't keep them waiting. We need to make up our minds." The Ship Captain said.
Riv Shivla stops, and sits back down in his chair. He let's out a prolonged sigh, and takes his NCKU Flag pin off. He looks at it, and examines it, knowing this is the end for the government and country he works for, that he protects. He slowly set's it down on the terminal in-front of him, and takes the Communicator, and broadcasts to all channels.
"All ships in the 204th NCKU Protective Group, stand down. I repeat...stand down. Prepare to be boarded."
He then broadcasts to the FPC Armada, saying reluctantly;
"We have surrendered."
He then turns the communicator off, and throws it across the bridge in rage, knowing he has failed his duty, which was to protect his nation from invaders.
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Post by Angrybirds on Jul 3, 2013 15:08:39 GMT -8
"We have surrendered."
The response was heard through the loudspeakers of the bridge and caused the entire bridge crew to erupt into cheers.
Villard smiled. His career as an admiral was beginning very well. "Alright! Quiet! QUIET."
There was silence, and Villard continued. "Order groups one through twelve to go ahead and besiege nearby planets. Have Dermo organize the whole thing."
"Yes sir," said Tuche.
"And keep an eye out for any more contacts. Groups thirteen through twenty will board their vessels and tow them to the nearest planet. Have them build prison facilities there."
"Aye sir."
As 4,000 PLA ships neared it, the NCKU fleet would hear the following transmission.
"Acknowledged, Krickan fleet. Lower your shields and power down all non-essential systems. Step away from consoles and equipment, and place your hands where we can easily see them. Any sudden movements might cause a marine to fire on you."
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Post by OfficerJackal on Jul 3, 2013 15:26:12 GMT -8
The crew on the bridge of the Destroyer get up from their posts, and go on their knees. They place their hands upon their heads, seemingly worried about what happens next to them. Meanwhile, Riv Shivla continues to sit in his chair, thinking about what he had just done.
"You made the right choice, sir, you saved the lives of hundreds of crew members. There was no way we were going to win that battle, just no-way." The Ship Captain said.
Riv Shivla looks away, worried about what will happen after this, since he knows that this is the end for the New Corporate Krickan Union. He also worries about what will happen to him after they capture him, will they torture him, or will they just execute him right then and there? However, he does see some hope in this, that even he knew the government was overly abusive of it's citizens, and perhaps the invaders will do a better job in managing their territory. But that brings up another question, would they ever regain control of their territory? He snaps out of his deep thought, and de-activates the shields, and then places his hands over his head.
Meanwhile, the other ships in the fleet de-activate their shields, and their crews get into the detainment position.
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Post by Angrybirds on Jul 3, 2013 15:40:43 GMT -8
The PLA ships slowly glided up alongside the NCKU fleet in realspace and dropped their shields. On the various Coalition ships –– especially the carriers –– massive amounts of black-clad Coalitionary Marines set foot on large transporter pads large enough to accomodate several tanks. The marines were unimpressive for a nation as advanced as the FPC. Sporting nothing else for protection than environmental suits and black bullet-proof vests, they were the product of mass mobilization and conscription. As a result, they were flimsy when compared to the ground forces of other nations, but were well-trained regardless, having spent countless hours exercising in their ships' holodeck.
They beamed over to the NCKU ships and quickly secured their vital systems –– the engine room, the bridge, any transporters, the shuttle and fighter bays if they had any, and ordered all crew members to their quarters. They would then lock them down, seal them, and drain the atmosphere from all but a few corridors, allowing access between vital systems.
Morgan Villard boarded the flagship of the NCKU Fleet Captain, and stepped on to the bridge after four marines had secured it for him. He was dressed in the same environmental suit as his subordinates save for the fact that it was decorated with an insignia that specified his rank. He glanced around.
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Post by OfficerJackal on Jul 3, 2013 16:23:25 GMT -8
The Ship Captain turns around to find the FPC Marines facing him, and he quickly gets down to his knees, and places his hands over his head. Meanwhile, Riv Shivla continues to sit on his captains chair, with his hands behind his head. He sighs, and swivels the chair to turn around and face the captain. He says in a somber tone;
"We lost before we even set out to meet you, this operation was doomed to failure. Oh, I almost forgot, hello."
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Post by Angrybirds on Jul 3, 2013 16:29:25 GMT -8
Villard, flanked by two marines, fully stepped on to the bridge and walked in front of the Fleet Captain. He gave him a rigid and professional salute. "Vice Admiral Morgan Villard of the People's Liberation Army."
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Post by OfficerJackal on Jul 3, 2013 16:35:45 GMT -8
Riv Shivla, still sitting down with hands behind his head, says "Fleet Captain Riv Shivla, 204th New Corporate Krickan Union Protective Group, New Corporate Krickan Union Navy. Nice to meet you."
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Post by Angrybirds on Jul 3, 2013 16:41:05 GMT -8
"Likewise, Captain." Villard said as he lowered his salute. "Your fleet is going to be towed to a nearby planet where you and your men are going to be kept and cared for until this business is over. Protocol has me ask you if you would like to say or ask for anything about these arrangements."
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Post by OfficerJackal on Jul 3, 2013 16:56:57 GMT -8
Riv Shivla shakes his head, and says "No, not anything in particular."
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Post by Angrybirds on Jul 3, 2013 17:11:07 GMT -8
Villard nodded and pressed a button on the wrist of his environmental suit. "Blizzard, take me back." he said.
Before he dematerialized, he gave the Fleet Captain another salute. He had respect for the guy, remembering a conversation he and Ikeben had long ago:
"There must have been some other way, he shouldn't have just given up like that!" he had raged, stomping through his private quarters aboard the Girallion.
A younger Ikeben, clean-cut and well dressed in his Quaranian First Officer's uniform stood opposite him, his hands joined behind his back. "Sir, he had no choice," said he assertively. "Had he kept on fighting, we would have lost them all." He neared Villard. "And what would we have to show for such a loss? Nothing significant. No, a court martial is unwarranted." He paced back towards the window of his captain's quarters and looked out. "In fact, he should be rewarded."
Villard, red with anger by this point, slammed his fists down on to the table. "You would reward cowardice?! The man has no courage, no guts with which to fight a real war!"
"It takes far more courage to admit to your enemy that you have lost –– and then live to face your allies afterwards. Ending it with a useless act of heroism can be thought as a form of cowardice."
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Post by OfficerJackal on Jul 5, 2013 13:57:31 GMT -8
Meanwhile, on the Capital Planet of the CUS Territoris, Secton, the Sector Government is given grave news.
Sector Organizer Vaz Tiblv paces around his office, with his assistant looking rather worried. Vaz Tiblv's suit is messed up, and papers litter the office, either carelessly thrown or thrown in rage. He looks outside the window of his office, looking down on the desperately poor and smoggy city below. He let's out a sigh, knowing that this is the end for his government.
"2,000 Ships...just surrendering like that. I never thought it would happen, thought they would at least put up some kind of resistance. What shocks me even more is that Shivla did it, he was not the surrendering type, at least by my observations. Assistant."
The assistant looks up from her chair, and says "Yes, sir?"
"Box your things, and go. You are officially relieved of your position of Sector Organizer Aid. Just go, and spend time with your family or something, I don't want you to get caught up in the political mess that's about to happen."
The Assistant looks at him, shocked, and says;
"But what about you, sir? What are you going to do?"
Tiblv looks at her, and says "This planet is doomed, what was left of our navy that wasn't pre-occupied is gone, and the only thing we have are planetary defenses, which I don't think can handle a 10,000 ship armada. When they come knocking, or when they contact us, I'll send out a Surrender Order to the Planetary Guard and Population Control on this planet. I'll also send out the Order to all planets in the sector that listen. But for now, you must go. Like, now."
The Assistant nods, and quickly walks out of the room, towards her office nearby. Tiblv looks back at the window, looking down on his city and lets out a depressed sigh.
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Post by Angrybirds on Jul 5, 2013 14:01:14 GMT -8
Villard's forces went on to conquer and occupy much of the former Confederate Union of Secton, easily capturing its former capital. From there, Villard continued to wrestle system after system from the Union.  |
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Post by OfficerJackal on Jul 5, 2013 14:23:19 GMT -8
Meanwhile, back on Mariamar.
In his office, Galak stares at the screen showing the NCKU Territories, and how the Drodo and FPC are converging on them, while only in his underwear. The Minister of Defense is standing opposite of him, adorned in his Military Uniform and self-awarded medals. Galak has a face of fury, as he sees the NCKU Forces are being pushed back by the Drodo and FPC, and are headed towards Mariamar.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT. WHAT. THE. FUCK. IS. THIS. SHIT."
The Minister of Defense leans forward, and says "Galak, we are going to loose this war, it's inevitable. However, there is one thing we can do."
"Then cockspeak."
"Clearly, the if we can't beat the FPC nor the Drodo, we can beat the citizens. Yes, the citizens, who betrayed this country by their in-activeness to join the ranks of the army. So, I say that we round everyone up, and begin to execute them. Therefore the Drodo and FPC won't lay their hands on our population, and gain their strengths."
Galaks eyes widen, and he flings his underwear off. He shouts;
"THAT IS FUCKING AMAZING. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I'LL SEND THE ORDER TO MY LIL'SECTOR BITCHES NOW."
The Minister of Defense, disgusted by the sight before him, says;
"Thank you for your consideration, now I must go."
After saying that, the Minister of Defense quickly walks out of the room, while Galak does a weird sort of dance on-top of the NCKU map.
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