@6slyboy6 OH! I see, I thought you were pissed *Nervous laughter* hard to tell what people feel on the internet, well, as you can understand three privateer fleets are not exactly... "Large" They are basically a size of the Gargan fleet give or take. The two fleets worth of Black sun wass suppose to be a small number, and I understand now that it doesn't seem small which is why I may need to edit it (I kind of wrote this while I was distracted by something and I forgot to change that part), I meant to say, have members in at least two fleets since being in all the fleets is impossible without unmonitored communication
(And would be OP as fuuuuuuuuck if the virus was successfully unleashed in all the fleets since it's a series connection, basically it will infect the next ship it is currently in contact with and then the next from the next ship, Domino effect)
which doesn't necessarily mean they are in the entire fleet, or all together they make up two fleets, it would be insane! I don't have those kinds of numbers, so to put it numerically there should be at least four whole marine companies worth or basically an entire battalion which is about 400 men plus the two companies and tech units at the Fortress which would make at least 600 men all together
(In addition I forgot to mention that some of those men would've probably been along with the ride down onto Raria now thinking about it further, so expect a bit of equipment going missing, and chaos being spread from there after the plan is set in motion.)
Which when put into perspective... Is a very very small percentage of your entire force, all they can really do is do their best to infect ships with viruses, or blow the ships they are on sky-high, or rather space vector high since they are in space. And I feel I should say the effect of the virus in the OOC cause this is something that may cause a bit of panic, if the ships are infected and the Virus propagates itself, the infected ships will point towards the nearest celestial body and FTL itself into oblivion, any attempt to change course will make the guns of the ship shoot in a vector towards the nearest clean ship (Clean meaning Virus free). Which is basically the plan.
"The Rarians are getting a lot of attention, it seems that the Imperium wants to show off its military might and its domination over the Triangulum..." monitoring from different sectors a spy station that is part of the Imperial surveillance network capture evidence of mobilization in Sector 17.
"It seems they're ready to take over Raria with that many fleets, I've heard there are six fleets involved." the Black Sun member immediately knew he wouldn't have to inform anyone about the mobilization, it seems to be another large demonstration of power, propaganda material for the imperium.
"That's quite a strike group, definitely a fleet to make an example of the Xeno filth." the Black Sun member responded and got back to observing the imperial sectors assigned to the spy station.
The Watchman sent out fragmented data pieces out through different servers with several data pieces being decoys, some don't even make coherent sense without the other pieces, any Imperial tech trying to decipher the nonsense would've thought it was a simple glitch and would've sent it through anyway; the message could not be deciphered unless you were the intended recipient, of course there were a lot of recipients but there was one in particular that the Watchman needed for his plan.
Hello mister Aven Croft, I understand that you know computer viruses that could defeat imperial countermeasures, I was wondering, would you be able to provide my men who are currently awaiting their placements in the fleets and marines being transferred to Ram copies of this Virus.
I want it to be able to do a few things, but the criteria would be best stated by my own members.
If you choose to accept the job, then I can intercept the imperial forces looking for you, Black Sun agents will be able to protect you, and yes I know where you are, I know what you do, I know who your enemies are likely to be, it would be a shame if you were to decline my offer, your rival would have no problem doing this for me in your stead, oh and I'll also leak your location to the Imperium so what do you say? Die or survive? Your choice... If you decide to live then be prepared to meet someone at the market at 0800 within two days, don't be late.
After you read this I advise you move to a new location, this one will be your last if you don't move within the day.
-Watchman
---/Data File Automatically Fragmented and Deleted/--- ---System Scrub--- . . . ---System Scrub Complete--- ---/All Data and History Erased and Overwritten/---
Aven Croft, a formal Imperial Techie forced to hide after being found dealing Imperial secrets, the Imperials never thought that Aven could break into updated imperial systems, he has been in hiding for over thirteen years, the Emporium is getting closer and closer to catching the traitor, the only thing that is keeping him alive right now is Black Sun interference and bigger fish to fry.
Currently a crime lord in his sector is the big fish to fry due to deaths and crime waves happening in his sector, the Imperials are more focused on catching this fish rather than a Small Fry like Aven, this gives Aven a little breathing room but not too much.
-TWO DAYS LATER -SECTOR 15 -MEETING PLACE
Aven was at the meeting place, people followed him towards the location, he wasn't drawing too much attention, and he was careful to avoid Imperial Surveillance, it seemed he had some indirect help, people conveniently blocked his way where he would've been caught by surveillance, patrols, and other unwanted individuals and mishaps. Aven was closing the destination, when he was dragged by a member into a dark room never reaching the site.
The Black Sun was careful, every precaution must be taken, any tail of Imperial agents diverted, every turn blocked by civilians, every camera avoided, even the designated meeting spot wasn't safe.
"Package secured." the man’s voice wasn't human like, it was metallic and distorted, a voice changer.
"So I was told that-" the man held his hand towards Aven's mouth as an imperial surveillance drone passed overhead their current location in the slums. "Follow me, and keep close." the man whispered, Aven nodded as he followed the Black Sun field agent, they then opened up a tunnel that was once part of the old mining colony on Manacore IV, the rest of the Black members disappeared without a trace blending into the mostly human population of the world, surveying, watching, waiting.
-TWO DAYS AFTER -SECTOR 17 -IMPERIAL REFULING PLANET
The Black Sun was equipped with a virus that when connected to any terminal that had a data-module connection, will take over ship weapons, engines, and FTL, the virus spreads via communication channels, the fix was simple enough, but if the Imperials can’t find out what’s going on fast enough, they will lose a large portion of their ships.
The Black Sun had agents embedded in almost every imperial scheme, they knew what the Imperials knew, but the Imperials, they could only guess, as much as they hunted, Black Sun operatives rarely broke character, in fact if any were caught, they’d rather commit suicide or bite out their own tongue before talking.
These devoted individuals are what made up the Black Sun insiders, they were the only ones who could pass the military exams and stay undetected. They didn’t even have any qualms on killing their own if it kept their identity secret. The Imperials grew smart however, dedicated Black Sun hunters do arise and some thought there might be one on the Rarian campaign.
But Black Sun hunters never take into account, a change in tactic. The strategy was Chaos, the method was different, each member at the refueling stations in the sector had at least a copy of the virus and Aven made them quite delightfully dreadful.
Fourteen Hours ago 09:23 AM Sector 17 Planet Jordaine Backwater planet
I was able to complete my work in time, the imperials did a lot of updates but I was able to pull some information from that data module your boys gave me, it should in theory take over major systems and wreak havoc on them.
This included the navigation and ship controls, basically, you have two full minutes before your ship goes bye-bye on the planet’s surface via their FTL drives. Note TWO FULL MINUTES, this gives your men time to actually escape, but remember, this is no guarantee, the Virus has never been encountered before so I doubt there’ll be an effective counter-measure, but if they figure out that the communications are the way the Virus spreads then you are officially offline if the rest of them start switching channels.
You’d have to find some other way to bring those ships down. I’ve made at least a hundred dozen copies, I’ll give you around four-hundred how you distribute them is up to you, but be discreet.
Aven then disappeared from the imperial Grid all together, as if he wasn’t anywhere they expected at all, he was next sited at Roka-V another backwater though pirates in the sector make it a treacherous place to be, even for Imperials, but by then the Black Sun members had already distributed many of the copies and Aven had already deleted the data file and trashed his computer set.
-PRESENT DAY -SECTOR 17 -HIGH ORBIT ABOVE RARIA (Or Ram to the Rarians
The Black Sun occupied many ships, around two fleets of ships have at least a few black sun, the actual number of Black Sun personnel is around a battalions worth, or 400-600 men, they knew that the plan might be short lived, so they prepared their explosives, their weapons, and other shenanigans, it was either they blow up the ships, or leave enough damage that the ship is basically dead in the water.
Several privateer fleets have already been commissioned most have been background checked to HATE the imperials with a passion due to them disrupting their understandably criminal activities, most of them Humans from the outer-rim and fringe world sectors. At most three privateer fleets have been commissioned their ships might not be good at ship-to-ship combat, but it would be enough to brutalize the remainder, their signal is to wait until all Imperium ships start chattering on different channels about their ships going haywire.
Iserlohn has Black Sun members all ready to strike when the time is right, two marine regiments worth (Not whole marine regiments, but the quantity and training is worth two marine regiments), and several technician saboteurs, they were going to open up a hole that would let anyone out, and operate the weapons systems to target imperials, automated defenses will also turn once the moment begins, the Black Sun at that point will then remove their IFF tags, in favor of not being targeted.
But no one batted an eye, no one moved out of beat with the EOM, they’ll stay imperial until all hell breaks loose. And at the moment, the privateer fleets catch the distress beacon of the civilians, they decide to listen in, instead of interfering, they’ll get their moment soon enough anyway.
“Alright, alright boys, don’t get too eager, we’ll punch imperial faces later, listen to these fuck nuggets talk for a second, I’m a little interested in their conversation.”
The appointed admiral and his fleet hid themselves in a thick nebula field, the nebula provided a lot of cover for them, as their drone outside that looked more like a floating piece of rock, rebounded the messages towards them, the imperials were listening, and they knew it, they’d rather not risk being detected, they’d rather just listen than transmit their exact location.
The captain that was appointed admiral was cocky, carefree, and absolutely insane, there were much better choices but in this case, it was either him, or the Cat experiment hybrid gone awfully cute but also horribly wrong. Of course, they went with someone a little more human. The stage was set, everything was going according to plan, the question is, will it?
Sure, but keep in mind since the Jager Hound was so modifiable and easy to handle it served a multi-purpose role, infantry support, lone recon, mech hunting, harrying supply lines, anti-air, etc. some of the roles are specialized and require specific modules and modifications, but factory standard has a smaller beam weapon and less armaments overall, but they still had that massive straight line speed and the melee complement that made the jager hound somewhat infamous and widely desirable design for its modability.
Still planning to work together in a very unconventional and weird friendship Between Fang and Rabbit? Cause I'm planning to take the Elementum recovery mission cause I originally planned to start in that area anyways. Just saying two pairs of eyes are better than one. If you're interested we could collab on how our characters meet and how they react to eachother.
I edited a bit of information in my Mech Bio, basically explaining ECM in more detail just in case someone who doesn't know what ECM is comes along and reads it, I also added just a tiny bit of survivability by adding one more ECM module rather than having just one, however, I understand that these sudden changes may be unwelcome and I can revert them back if you so choose.
Type-2 ECM Smoke release system -Allows the mech to evade missile lock while also covering the battlefield with smoke, there are two modules installed in thrasher, the factory standard used IR-Flares instead of ECM for cost reasons. each module is one-time-use only.
(Brief context in ECM or Electronic Counter Measure, the smoke messes with guidance, and lock-on-systems, this helps Thrasher run away from its target and also disappear from radar and other such devices for a brief period of time, this does not however affect thermal imaging but will affect heat seekers, so dumb fire or a weapon that directly fires at a target is advised when faced with ECM Smoke chaff.)
EDIT: Also, thanks for the quick response about the starting location and about the missions, makes me feel like I'm in skyrim again.
Same here, Midterm exams are comming up need to start reviewing, I might post though just to update what my faction has been up to. (Key word is might but I'll see if I can.)
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