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Post by OfficerJackal on Jul 23, 2013 8:01:44 GMT -8
In the heart of the NCKU Territory, the planet of Mariamar slowly orbits around it's star. It's sky a sickening brown hue due to the over-industrialization of the planet, and it's oceans turned to a greenish color. In it's orbit, are numerous space stations, equipped with massive Quantum Disruption Cannons, lying in-wait for the inevitable joint Drodo-FPC attack on the planet. However, there are very few ships in orbit, as the NCKU's Navy had been almost completely destroyed by the two sides.
In the capital city, there was an eerie silence. Galak's order to execute all of the citizens had backfired, as the Planetary Guard and Population Control had numerous sides defect from them, over the genocidal order. It had essentially caused a civil-war on the planet, but it was quiet today, as the defectors and the loyalists had banded together once more, in preparation for a attack from their common enemies. The city was fortified, with troopers and tanks ready, and the Planetary Air-Force had been active for the entire day.
Behind the walls that keep the rich safe and the poor out, Galak sat in a capsule, with various controls in-front of him. The dark red glow from a screen shone on his face, as he gave a sickening smile in anticipation. He mutters five words;
"Let the party begin, motherfuckers."
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Post by Angrybirds on Jul 24, 2013 7:27:15 GMT -8
"We're all set, admiral. All ships prepared for jump." Tuche said.
The elongated battle bridge of the PLN Blizzard was engulfed in activity. Officers in black uniforms speedily walked about, carrying all sorts of chips and computer cards to other parts of the ship, tending to last minute problems that needed to be fixed before the vessel entered battle. Without a centralized computer, everything had to be done manually. That was how the FPC defended itself against overpowering Tyranny cyber attacks––by having hardware that was inherently impossible to hack. No system was linked directly except through operators who loaded information on to tiny cards––capable of holding no more than a few number's worth of data––and swapped them from station to station.
It often made things tedious and slowed down certain processes, but waiting a few seconds while a sleep-deprived operator fumbled with a worn piece of plastic for the ten thousandth time was nothing when compared to what the Tyranny could do if they could take control of PLA ships at a whim.
Today, the counter above was ticking away the seconds until the Drodo force, under Commander Urus, was supposed to arrive. The idea was that the Drodo would arrive first, perfectly visible by Krickan sensors, and descend on the capital planet as the only fleet sent to seize it. Moments later, the PLA would jump in, double the size of the allied host, and hopefully destabilize the Krickan commander. In those seconds, he would realize that he was doubly screwed.
Good plan, but the PLA was not ready.
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Post by DrodoEmpire on Jul 24, 2013 18:11:32 GMT -8
"Alright everyone, prepare for the jump to lightspeed." The commander said to the ship wide comms system, and to the entire fleet.
Everything was figured out. Every problem ironed out, everyone prepared, the marines where briefed and hopped into there hulking suits, tank operators oiled every component of there machine. Urus knew very well that his reputation, his career, his very life, could ride on this attack's outcome. He sighed deeply, and looked at his pocket watch;
"All ships this is Fleet Captain Urus, prepare for hyperspace jump in... five... four... three... two... one..."
The hum of his ship's engines grew louder as he said "Now.". And soon enough they where off in the blue swirl of hyperspace.
Mere minutes passed by as they sped by at countless millions times the speed of light to the NCKU capital, Mariamar. The Fleet Captain found himself greeted by the sight of a world of average size, its skies a ghastly brown and its oceans turned green by pollutants. Heavily-armed defence stations orbited the world, supported by a feeble flotilla made up of the NCKU's remaining fleets. Urus stood up from his seat;
"This is Fleet Captain Urus to Drodo Fleet," He took a pause;
"You have your orders."
At that, the dagger-shaped Impaler and Inquisitor-class ships let loose there contingents of fighters and opened fire on the space defences, paving a way for the coming ground combat.
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Post by Angrybirds on Jul 24, 2013 20:28:34 GMT -8
"No! The black one goes into the white socket, you morons!" Villard exclaimed as he rushed over. One of the plates of the floor had been removed, exposing the circuitry underneath. Quaranians in baggy grey suits and thick black gloves were fumbling with a large hose-like cable within the cavity, operating it with dexterity that would put only an elephant to shame. Villard snarled. It was the fifth time he glanced up at the clock and there remained less than a minute before the Drodo were to attack. The Vice-Admiral decided himself and jumped into the cavity, shoving aside his subordinates. "Sir! You have no––" one of them exclaimed. "I don't need no..." Villard muttered. He grabbed the cable from the Quaranian and shoved it into an open socket. Satisfied, he dusted off his fingers. "Tell engineering to fire it up." Tuche stared for a moment before picking back up the commphone. He dialed. "Aye, sir... Engineering, this is the battle bridge. We're going to test out the new relay. You can feed power back into the weapons systems." Villard heaved himself out of the cavity and stood upon the floor of the bridge, righting his uniform. He looked up at the clock: + 0 : 21
"Bring the weapons online." This was done. "Is it holding?" "Looks like it," said Tuche. "It only needs––" Just then, a conduit overhead erupted violently, sending a shower of sparks and debris on the crewmen below. It was a minor explosion, but it was enough to destabilize the massive beam that held the structure of the bridge together. It groaned noisily, the sound overpowering. The overload quickly spread and discharged itself within the tactical station which, along with its operator, went flying in a catastrophic burst. "OUT! OUT! EVERYBODY OUT!" cried Villard, shoving one of the many awestruck officers towards the door. A pair of marines, keeping guard outside the battle bridge, burst into the room. They too stood agape once their eyes beheld what was going on. Villard quickly caught sight of them. "You two!" he said, pointing to the scorched tactical officer who had been flung halfway across the room. "Get him out of here!" The marines rushed over to help the moaning fellow while the rest of the bridge crew streamed out, flames close at their heels. Once they were all in the corridor, Tuche shut the massive door behind them. The crackling noise of the flames was suddenly stifled. Villard immediately grabbed for the commphone beside the door and shoved it against his ear, dialing the the engineering bay. "Yes, this is the Admiral." he said, short of breath. "Yes, yes, we're all fine! Just drain the damned thing of air and be done with it! And the fleet is jumping, whether we're ready or not!" There was a pause. Villard sighed. "Fine." He hung up and looked to Tuche. "Arrange to have me transferred to the Stormbreaker." He started down the corridor at a brisk pace towards the nearest transporter room. "She is not leaving without me!" Five minutes later than was expected, the PLA materialized over Mariamar with their weapons primed, ready to assist the Drodo. That is, if there was anything left. |
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Post by OfficerJackal on Jul 24, 2013 20:59:40 GMT -8
It turns out there was nothing left, as the Space Stations were quickly overwhelmed by the numerous Drodo forces facing off against them. However, they still managed to take out a few ships with their massive Quantum Disruption cannons, but were nevertheless eventually destroyed. Their ruins float helplessly in space, anyone on-board would have surely died in the destruction.
Meanwhile, on Mariamar, things were stressful as usual, as the entire city was on lockdown. The Planetary Guard having it's armed forces bunkered down inside the city, waiting for the inevitable assault which would surely eventually overwhelm them. It was not a matter of if they would be defeated, but a matter of when.
During this, the Minister of Defense sits in his office in the government center, and looks outside the window, seeing the city. His eyes filled with tears, knowing that this is the end of the New Corporate Krickan Union. He can't go on trial, he would be chewed up and spat out there. He looks at the NCKU flag hanging in his office one last time, as he pulls out his pistol. He let's out a deep breath, as he put's the pistol in his mouth. He pulls the trigger, and dies.
Galak get's a communicator call, and hears about the news.
"WHAT. THAT PIECE OF SHIT, WHY WOULD HE OFF HIMSELF NOW."
He crushes the communicator in anger, and then get's another one and calls the same number.
"Assign Planetary Admiral Tilz to lead the Armed Forces, oh the body, just burn it or some shit. In matter of fact, burn his whole office."
(There, I nerfed the violence, jeez.)
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