New Condia
Fleetmaster Suretak'kum looked over damage reports for her fleet. The numbers were staggering. A heavy loss, but for a decisive victory. she thought to herself, her white, razor-sharp teeth gleaming in her grin. She looked over to her Assistant Commanding Officer, who was, too, overlooking damage reports.
"Marshal, send a fleetwide message ordering all non-jump capable ships to be abandoned and scuttled. They're too large to be salvaged and we cannot risk other groups scavenging for Sazkarjhit technology. Send Deep-Space Insertion crews to attach nuclear devices, make sure that the ships don't become a liability."
"Aye, Ma'am." the officer replied gruffly. He strode over to the Bridge's Communications Officer and repeated the command over FLEETNET. Crews soon after quickly got to work, boarding shuttles as they went to the many damaged frigates and destroyers and placed nuclear charges. Fleetmaster Suretak'kum activated her personal communications network and sent a message to the Eternal Union Fleet.
"Sazkarjhia Assault Fleets 003 and 011, and by extension the Peoples' Navy of Sazkarjhia, stand to voice the pleasure of assisting our new ally. Given that writ demands we do not use any other technology nor let others use our own, we will leave the Ethereal ships be, but also require that you do not attempt to salvage from our damaged warships; which we are scuttling to prevent anyone else from doing so. If you wish to communicate with Sazkarjhit higher authority over the victory, the Eternal Union can be patched through to the military cabinet and the Vesselage of Sazkarjhia."
Terran Contact, Asteroid Belt, Sol
High Marshal Turani'dum let her head sink into her hands, her skin flushed a shade of orange like Sol itself. 1st Officer Turon'bum did not make any kind of motion, but it was clear that the hardened sailor wanted to throw a tantrum; his breathing hard and heavy, and his whole body shaking.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Marshal Turani'dum wanted to scream, her claws digging into her face. The bridge of Reverence in Silence all stopped what they were doing, turning around and looking at their captain. She quietly whispered to her Communications Officer to send a message.
"We formally apologize for the confusion. We had assumed from observance of radio traffic that the warning was being directed to us. We thought that the area was relatively clear and Saturn had been the closest point of contact for any kind of military investigation. We are currently setting an observation post in your system's Asteroid Belt, we had no intent for aggressive military action. If you would we need to finish our mission. I will notify my superiors of presence here and have diplomats sent after we are finished."
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Yes my name is shit, please don't refer to me by it. Just call me Alpha.
I'm mail and my thing is science fiction. If it involves space travel, I've probably looked into it, since that's my big shebang although I am rather fond of cyberpunk and near-future as well. I'm also big on Atompunk, which is essentially taking the nuclear-obsession and Cold War hysteria of the United States from about 1946-1968. Best example of that is the Fallout games (Which, yes, is one of my favorite series of video games).
I'll do other kinds of roleplay but I really like Nation Roleplay, and typically the sci-fi ones since it's fun making new races, tech, etc. As a result I do like me certain empire-building RTS's and 4X games, like Civilization, Rise of Nations, O.R.B., (And maybe Sins of a Solar Empire if I had a better computer ;-;).
Feel free to enjoy what I've written, I don't have much since I do this rather casually.
I'm mail and my thing is science fiction. If it involves space travel, I've probably looked into it, since that's my big shebang although I am rather fond of cyberpunk and near-future as well. I'm also big on Atompunk, which is essentially taking the nuclear-obsession and Cold War hysteria of the United States from about 1946-1968. Best example of that is the Fallout games (Which, yes, is one of my favorite series of video games).
I'll do other kinds of roleplay but I really like Nation Roleplay, and typically the sci-fi ones since it's fun making new races, tech, etc. As a result I do like me certain empire-building RTS's and 4X games, like Civilization, Rise of Nations, O.R.B., (And maybe Sins of a Solar Empire if I had a better computer ;-;).
Feel free to enjoy what I've written, I don't have much since I do this rather casually.
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New Condia
Most of the Trikolo-Class destroyers in the center of the fleet instantly vaporized in the energy burst. Ships were thrown to the sides. Some firing frantic sequences of turning jets to right themselves and others spinning lifelessly in space as their heavy damage doomed them to oblivion. Many ships affected managed to trudge forward, but their hulls boiled away from the blast, venting yellow chlorine gas as shipboard systems attempted to heal the wounds in the titanium armor. All-in-all, about 26 ships were lost in the blast and 8 were crippled beyond operational use. On the Gust of Faith had lost its shield but hull integrity was not affected. The rest of the fleet was able to move forward, some were prepared to offer peace, believe it or not, amidst that.
Fleetmaster Suretak'kum was not so amiable.
With near unison somewhere around 3000 slugs were deployed, including antimatter slugs launched from the Marku-Classes' Type 15 Antimatter Artillery Cannon (AAC). Thousands of missiles and lances of plasma dashed across space as Basilisk-Class fighter-bombers and Rakora-Class corvettes swarmed around the Ethereal ships, firing blasts of plasma and ferrotungsten slugs. The ships that launched the blast were the first to be targeted, and received the brunt of the offensive. The rest were eventually targeted for launches and the space between the fleets turned white and was pockmarked with violent explosions.
Most of the Trikolo-Class destroyers in the center of the fleet instantly vaporized in the energy burst. Ships were thrown to the sides. Some firing frantic sequences of turning jets to right themselves and others spinning lifelessly in space as their heavy damage doomed them to oblivion. Many ships affected managed to trudge forward, but their hulls boiled away from the blast, venting yellow chlorine gas as shipboard systems attempted to heal the wounds in the titanium armor. All-in-all, about 26 ships were lost in the blast and 8 were crippled beyond operational use. On the Gust of Faith had lost its shield but hull integrity was not affected. The rest of the fleet was able to move forward, some were prepared to offer peace, believe it or not, amidst that.
Fleetmaster Suretak'kum was not so amiable.
With near unison somewhere around 3000 slugs were deployed, including antimatter slugs launched from the Marku-Classes' Type 15 Antimatter Artillery Cannon (AAC). Thousands of missiles and lances of plasma dashed across space as Basilisk-Class fighter-bombers and Rakora-Class corvettes swarmed around the Ethereal ships, firing blasts of plasma and ferrotungsten slugs. The ships that launched the blast were the first to be targeted, and received the brunt of the offensive. The rest were eventually targeted for launches and the space between the fleets turned white and was pockmarked with violent explosions.
Alas Prime
"Very well. I will report to my cabinet right away." Vessel Pumar'kum stood up and began to stride towards the exit. It was then noted that each Vessel had some sort of staff adorned with a representation of their patron God. Vessel Pumar'kum's staff was more of a massive cudgel; with a heavy stone head resting on a carbosteel rod. It clanged loudly against the ground as he strode out.
New Condia
Not too long after Vessel Pumar'kum left the meeting, two large Sazkarjhit warfleets, Sazkarjhit Assault Fleet 003 and Assault Fleet 011 were dispatched to New Condia to assist their newfound allies. Several large holes in space opened as portals from Slipstream Space ripped their way through. 130 ships lurched forward, forming two phalanxes both 65 in size. The Marku-Class Battlecruiser PNSS On the Gust of Faith took lead of the two fleets. Large, Trikolo-Class Destroyers, bristling with high-impact magnetic accelerator cannons from bow-to-stern, formed bulky titanium shields in front of the fleets. Legions of Basilisk-Class fighter-bombers, with heavy support from Rakora-Class corvettes, made steady headway in front of the fleet. Neither side had seen the navy before, and Fleetmaster Suretak'kum hoped that it would strike them with a feeling of awe--and fear--as the hornets nest of titanium and carbosteel moved forward.
To prove their might, the destroyers launched salvos of warning shots, a total of sixty ferrotungsten slugs flying past ships in bright white streaks.
"This is Fleetmaster Suretak'kum of the joint Sazkarjhit Assault Fleets 003 and 011 of the Peoples' Navy of Sazkarjhia. Halt your offensive or both we and the Eternal Union will not hesitate to completely demolish your warships."
"Very well. I will report to my cabinet right away." Vessel Pumar'kum stood up and began to stride towards the exit. It was then noted that each Vessel had some sort of staff adorned with a representation of their patron God. Vessel Pumar'kum's staff was more of a massive cudgel; with a heavy stone head resting on a carbosteel rod. It clanged loudly against the ground as he strode out.
New Condia
Not too long after Vessel Pumar'kum left the meeting, two large Sazkarjhit warfleets, Sazkarjhit Assault Fleet 003 and Assault Fleet 011 were dispatched to New Condia to assist their newfound allies. Several large holes in space opened as portals from Slipstream Space ripped their way through. 130 ships lurched forward, forming two phalanxes both 65 in size. The Marku-Class Battlecruiser PNSS On the Gust of Faith took lead of the two fleets. Large, Trikolo-Class Destroyers, bristling with high-impact magnetic accelerator cannons from bow-to-stern, formed bulky titanium shields in front of the fleets. Legions of Basilisk-Class fighter-bombers, with heavy support from Rakora-Class corvettes, made steady headway in front of the fleet. Neither side had seen the navy before, and Fleetmaster Suretak'kum hoped that it would strike them with a feeling of awe--and fear--as the hornets nest of titanium and carbosteel moved forward.
To prove their might, the destroyers launched salvos of warning shots, a total of sixty ferrotungsten slugs flying past ships in bright white streaks.
"This is Fleetmaster Suretak'kum of the joint Sazkarjhit Assault Fleets 003 and 011 of the Peoples' Navy of Sazkarjhia. Halt your offensive or both we and the Eternal Union will not hesitate to completely demolish your warships."
Alas Prime
Vessel of Mazdabar Pumar'kum spoke up. "Whether it be in the best interest of Sazkarjhia or the Eternal Union, it is clear that there is a very real and very substantial danger being pushed onto our citizenry. If the threat is as cunning and as dangerous as you say they are, then you have full military support from the Peoples' Military of Sazkarjhia. However,, keep in mind that if conditions become to severe we will have to retreat to refit our ships. An invasion of, and--Gods forbid--destruction of our homeworld will completely unravel Sazkarjhia. Since we have not known each other long at all I cannot guarantee that we will be there when our losses become innumerable."
Vessel of Mazdabar Pumar'kum spoke up. "Whether it be in the best interest of Sazkarjhia or the Eternal Union, it is clear that there is a very real and very substantial danger being pushed onto our citizenry. If the threat is as cunning and as dangerous as you say they are, then you have full military support from the Peoples' Military of Sazkarjhia. However,, keep in mind that if conditions become to severe we will have to retreat to refit our ships. An invasion of, and--Gods forbid--destruction of our homeworld will completely unravel Sazkarjhia. Since we have not known each other long at all I cannot guarantee that we will be there when our losses become innumerable."
Okay, so it wasn't me.
And I just revealed the position of a stealth ship.
Whoops.
And I just revealed the position of a stealth ship.
Whoops.
Alas Prime
The young Grand Vessel's once-flushed skin now paled to a pasty yellow color. Her shoulders drooped and her jaw went slack, barely revealing her white, conical teeth.
"Cert-...Certainly it cannot be that much of a danger? Our military prowess is of the highest grade; would these parasites be able to break through that stronghold?"
Sol, near Asteroid Belt
"Ma'am! We've been spotted!" 1st Officer Turon'bum, the ship's stealth systems officer, cried.
High Marshal Turani'dum cursed to herself, then asked, "Can you determine what made us visible?"
"It must have been when we vented the coolant, but I thought we made sure we got away fast enough!"
"Well, we did not, Officer, an-"
"Ma'am," her communications officer reported, "we've received a message from an aggressor. They've raised arms."
"Play the message."
By cycling through a multitude of translation codecs, the shipmistress finally caught onto the warning. And from this far away, incredible! she thought to herself. "Ma'am", Officer Turon'bum started, "We cannot risk this mission. We need to keep the station here. If we break radio silence something can be revealed to High Command, and if we don't do anything and we lose the ship, and consequentially the station. It's a no-win situation, I understand, but we need to fight to the best of our abilities. You know that if they recover our ship, the 'Terran' Government and Sazkarjhit higher authority will have our asses twice over."
The Marshal was instantly reminded of the Wind of Divine Liberty Training Exercise she had to partake in to acquire her prowler license; and the situation was scarily similar. The goal was to stealthily recover an important transmission component from PNSS Wind of Divine Liberty, a crippled cruiser lost deep behind enemy lines due to a Slipstream Space fault. She recalled the grueling and unforgiving difficulty of the exercise as she had to carefully balance between making fuel-expensive maneuvers and maintaining stealth amid the dwindling thorium reserve left in the Samani's three fission reactors. She also remembered that, despite completing the exercise, she almost caused all three reactors to simultaneously melt down as they reached critical capacity to give her ship more power. But she remembered the situation after being detected by an enemy warfleet; either finish the mission, and get the transmission module and hope not to be reduced to a block of slag, or risk being captured and giving valuable information about Sazkarjhia to her enemy.
All prowler captains knew that ship destruction was a better fit than capture. A lost ship was tremendously less of a risk compared to one under enemy control. But the no-win situations she faced often caused her to lock up and become unresponsive--something that could prove to be of great detriment. She steadily began to realize that this situation was far more crucial and difficult than with the Wind of Divine Liberty exercise.
"Open me up for a message." she ordered.
"Ma'am, excuse me for insubordination, but are you insane?!" her stealth officer nearly screeched.
"No. Either way we go we risk losing the station. We have to gamble that they'll let us continue to run the operation if it has a non-malicious intent. Now allow me to send a message." she sternly responded. Her navigation officer simply nodded and opened up a channel.
"Attention, battlecruiser Mjolnir, this is Sazkarjhit Stealth Prowler PNSS Reverence in Silence. Our mission is not with a malicious intent. We are merely setting forth an observation post for future reasons. Do not interfere with this operation; this vessel's armament is far more superior, and attacking a Sazkarjhit warship will bring the full force of the Peoples' Navy of Sazkarjhia down onto your own military."
The young Grand Vessel's once-flushed skin now paled to a pasty yellow color. Her shoulders drooped and her jaw went slack, barely revealing her white, conical teeth.
"Cert-...Certainly it cannot be that much of a danger? Our military prowess is of the highest grade; would these parasites be able to break through that stronghold?"
Sol, near Asteroid Belt
"Ma'am! We've been spotted!" 1st Officer Turon'bum, the ship's stealth systems officer, cried.
High Marshal Turani'dum cursed to herself, then asked, "Can you determine what made us visible?"
"It must have been when we vented the coolant, but I thought we made sure we got away fast enough!"
"Well, we did not, Officer, an-"
"Ma'am," her communications officer reported, "we've received a message from an aggressor. They've raised arms."
"Play the message."
By cycling through a multitude of translation codecs, the shipmistress finally caught onto the warning. And from this far away, incredible! she thought to herself. "Ma'am", Officer Turon'bum started, "We cannot risk this mission. We need to keep the station here. If we break radio silence something can be revealed to High Command, and if we don't do anything and we lose the ship, and consequentially the station. It's a no-win situation, I understand, but we need to fight to the best of our abilities. You know that if they recover our ship, the 'Terran' Government and Sazkarjhit higher authority will have our asses twice over."
The Marshal was instantly reminded of the Wind of Divine Liberty Training Exercise she had to partake in to acquire her prowler license; and the situation was scarily similar. The goal was to stealthily recover an important transmission component from PNSS Wind of Divine Liberty, a crippled cruiser lost deep behind enemy lines due to a Slipstream Space fault. She recalled the grueling and unforgiving difficulty of the exercise as she had to carefully balance between making fuel-expensive maneuvers and maintaining stealth amid the dwindling thorium reserve left in the Samani's three fission reactors. She also remembered that, despite completing the exercise, she almost caused all three reactors to simultaneously melt down as they reached critical capacity to give her ship more power. But she remembered the situation after being detected by an enemy warfleet; either finish the mission, and get the transmission module and hope not to be reduced to a block of slag, or risk being captured and giving valuable information about Sazkarjhia to her enemy.
All prowler captains knew that ship destruction was a better fit than capture. A lost ship was tremendously less of a risk compared to one under enemy control. But the no-win situations she faced often caused her to lock up and become unresponsive--something that could prove to be of great detriment. She steadily began to realize that this situation was far more crucial and difficult than with the Wind of Divine Liberty exercise.
"Open me up for a message." she ordered.
"Ma'am, excuse me for insubordination, but are you insane?!" her stealth officer nearly screeched.
"No. Either way we go we risk losing the station. We have to gamble that they'll let us continue to run the operation if it has a non-malicious intent. Now allow me to send a message." she sternly responded. Her navigation officer simply nodded and opened up a channel.
"Attention, battlecruiser Mjolnir, this is Sazkarjhit Stealth Prowler PNSS Reverence in Silence. Our mission is not with a malicious intent. We are merely setting forth an observation post for future reasons. Do not interfere with this operation; this vessel's armament is far more superior, and attacking a Sazkarjhit warship will bring the full force of the Peoples' Navy of Sazkarjhia down onto your own military."
Keyguy, is the Saturn section of your post referring to my prowler?
Vastly overpowered race from before we moved onto RPG so I'm assuming that there's something where a comparison is being drawn.
Alas Prime
Grand Vessel Garama'kum was taken aback--hopefully not visibly--by the statement. The multicolored veins behind her temples throbbed violently as her blood pressure and mental activity increased drastically.
A divine power given to all of those that aren't chosen by the Gods?! Heresy! That completely contradicts existent religious constitution! she thought to herself.
"We apologize for our ignorance, but we do not seem to see how that could work. Just by looking at us, or the ambassador, you can see that our physiology is radically different from your own. We have, over time, grown to not rely on divine powers as you have. We see to it that a true worker and a true contributor to society is one that does not need aid like that to survive. However, that is our own appeal. The problem with projecting influence onto it is that it conflicts with Sazkarjhit holy constitution; where we believe that those born with these powers are the children of the Gods. Seeing as how all Eternal Union species seem to possess it, we were honestly a bit surprised. We do not mean it with a malicious or critical intent, but as both a government official and as a religious leader I would not necessarily approve of a change like that."
Grand Vessel Garama'kum was taken aback--hopefully not visibly--by the statement. The multicolored veins behind her temples throbbed violently as her blood pressure and mental activity increased drastically.
A divine power given to all of those that aren't chosen by the Gods?! Heresy! That completely contradicts existent religious constitution! she thought to herself.
"We apologize for our ignorance, but we do not seem to see how that could work. Just by looking at us, or the ambassador, you can see that our physiology is radically different from your own. We have, over time, grown to not rely on divine powers as you have. We see to it that a true worker and a true contributor to society is one that does not need aid like that to survive. However, that is our own appeal. The problem with projecting influence onto it is that it conflicts with Sazkarjhit holy constitution; where we believe that those born with these powers are the children of the Gods. Seeing as how all Eternal Union species seem to possess it, we were honestly a bit surprised. We do not mean it with a malicious or critical intent, but as both a government official and as a religious leader I would not necessarily approve of a change like that."
Alas Prime
"If you are referring to our divine powers, yes, our 'magic' is capable of emanating through the holotank. This was shown to exemplify our powers. Very rarely a Sazkarjhit is born with these powers, and given the rarity and resourcefulness of it we have determined that these are indeed children of the Gods. The Vessels standing before you, as well as myself, all carry this to a degree. It is not always necessary for day-to-day tasks but we can use it to great advantage."
"If you are referring to our divine powers, yes, our 'magic' is capable of emanating through the holotank. This was shown to exemplify our powers. Very rarely a Sazkarjhit is born with these powers, and given the rarity and resourcefulness of it we have determined that these are indeed children of the Gods. The Vessels standing before you, as well as myself, all carry this to a degree. It is not always necessary for day-to-day tasks but we can use it to great advantage."
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