Raku
Four Thousand Club
(OOC) GTFO Kaisic!
Terra "The Graveyard"
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Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
Atlus 1st Expeditionary Fleet - Phenex Detachement
Fg Off Jeager Fritz - Weapons Control Officer
"Good hits on target! Take that you tincan hypocritical bastards!!" I heard someone cheer along with some approving whoops. If I wanted to be honest, that felt good. Really good. After hearing what those tincans did in Diagna, the catharsis was real. Our cheering soon stopped as the Radar Operator called out that the 3D radar is showing signs of something big. Really big.
"Okay, what in the hell is that?!" I heard the helmsman cry out next as I rose from my seat to get a better view. It was huge. Really huge. Like a moon or something but the shape was similar to a 20th Century zepplin if anything.
"Okay, everyone remain calm! Get back to your stations and stop gawking at it! Jeag- OOF!!" The Chief Air Marshal began issuing orders when the ship was rocked by enemy fire. Our helmsmen did the smart thing and broke off from the formation. I kept an eye on the 3D radar and watched in horror as 4 of our 5 frigates vanished while a couple of our battleships were crippled by a barrage of enemy fire so intense, it showed up on the radar.
"These Kaisics are crazy!! That thing is spitting out cannon shells like a machinegun!" I heard someone grunt. I focused on using the CIWS systems and some preset fused missiles to try and dampen the barrage to no avail. Then a flood of radar transmissions came in from panicking ship Captains which the Air Marshal told to hang in there. Yeah, we're kinda trying to hang in there ourselves.
"JEAGER! Its time to use her!" My eyes widened and the corner of my lips twiched upwards despite the situation. Did I just hear the Air Marshal say that? "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR YOU DOLT?! Prepare the Solaris for firing! Target: that BDO!"
"At once, Ma'am!" I immediately began preparing the Phenex's trump card. The front of the ship opened up to reveal a large particle cannon but this isn't just any particle cannon like the one on most Atlus ships. The Solaris fires a positron particle beam that annihilates anything the beam touches. This is particularly spectacular in atmospheric conditions with it causing loud popping noises as the positrons annihilate the very air it passes through. And now I get to test it on an actual combat target. Line up the shot, wait for the command...!
"Wait... They just stopped firing...? Jeager, belay that order!" Wait.... WHAT?! The Kaisic fleets are up and running?! Oh damn it, just as the Solaris is fully... Charged... The energy banks! A quick glance was all I needed. Energy compression at 120% and the first layer alarm was triggered.
"Ma'am! The energy banks are overloading! I'll need to fire the cannon or risk an explosion!" I quickly warned her as I shifted the aim of the Solaris cannon towards a stray wreak.
"FIRE ONCE YOU HAVE A LOCK! We can't lose the Phenex like this!" I could hear the slight panic on her tone as the targeting computer locked onto a large wreck.
"Firing now!" I squeezed the trigger and the front of the ship was lit by a harsh glow as the positron beam struck the wreck. I fired only a fraction of the energy, just enough to get it to safe levels again but the effects on the wreck was stunning. There was a large hole where the beam struck and the wreckage seemed to warp slightly.
".... Well that was close... All ships, this is Chief Air Marshal Cromwell... Begin rescue operations for the crippled ships... Those unharmed or still combat-worthy... Follow the Phenex... Set course for the UTA Colonies. We still have a fight here..."
"Yes, Ma'am!"
[SIZE= 12px]@Panzer @Proxploxtops[/SIZE] (OOC: Talk about anti-climactic)
Atlus 1st Expeditionary Fleet - Phenex Detachement
Flt Off H.Ardent 'Rot-3'
"Now that is some fancy piloting there..." I whistled as I watched a UTA Dragon save one of his buddies with some very fancy flying. Sure, its one thing to fly well in a very expensive, state-of-the-art superplane but its another to fly well in a regular 'grunt' plane. Speaking of which... There he goes, chasing a squadron of Lorranian planes. The datalink with the Etas put our main objective as harrassing the bombers but.... It would be a shame to not show off a little eh?
"Rot-3, breaking off to assist UTA fighters." I simply said, cutting the datalink and comms before Larry could say anything. A simple pull of the throttle and the joystick flipped the Eta over in a extremely high-G turn before it went on a chase after the interceptors. The one closest to my plane was in the right path and speed for the Eta's special weapon. The targeting reticle hovered over where I predicted the interceptor to be in the next second before I pulled the trigger. The Eta shuddered slightly as the railgun launched a 52mm ferric slug at almost mach 7.5, striking the interceptor and punching through the whole thing. I saw the interceptor starting to spin out as I zipped past it, the Eta's 4 autocannons ready. A few short bursts of 35mm and 20mm AP autocannon rounds were enough to shred wings, thrusters, anything short of warship armour really. Once those were taken out, I flew close to the UTA ace.
"Nice flying there, skipper. Think you can keep up?" I playfully taunted the pilot using an open channel while doing a taunting loop.
@TPBx
Raku
Four Thousand Club
ABC Iris
"ALRIGHT, UNLOAD ALL YOU GOT ON THE DAMN THING" the gun commander shouted. The guns aimed at Kaisic ships that they saw. Unloading a storm of Skyhunter bolts and sending out fighters at the same time.
Staff Sergeant Fred Simons. Call-sign Bolt
Fred ordered his squadron fire at any fighters attack Atlus fighters. He opened up a com line to an Atlus fighter and said "Enemies at your 9, blues (friendly) coming at your 6!". He shot at some of the fighters in the area, making sure they were enemies. "Mind if I join the party boys?" he said into the same line. He loved the feeling of being in his Warhawk. So much power in one package.
HeckingHeck
One Thousand Club
Aboard the ILS Gadigan
Admiral Edward Gunther
The bridge was quiet. They watched as the Kaisic retreated. The stealth ships in the background had no chance of winning as if the moment. He had to move out and regroup his forces.
"Rally one warp away from the field, relay the message to the rest of the invasion force," the admiral ordered, "Tell the Terrans we await their surrender, we only demand that we allow us to find and bury our dead"
This was embarrassing. Their ally that had promised so much had given so little. The battle was not lost completely, perhaps this Assualt would fail. Others might prevail. They needed more Assualt forces.
"And tell the Terrans that the fighting in New California will cease and any territory my soldiers have will be kept until further notice, we call for a cease fire in warzones"
The officer nodded. What Edward really meant was to tell the soldiers to hold position and be on high alert, fighting may continue from the other side. The soldiers had their orders
"Sir, we have the second fleet incoming, I'm relaying the retreat order and sending them the rally point," the comms officer reported.
Edward only nodded. He was furious the inside though he needed to remain calm. Part of him was scared at what the cost of losing would be. He had no desire for execution by the royal emperor himself.
Through the window, Edward witnessed as the fleet turned back, making their jump. The fighters and bombers soon followed, turning back a few minutes after the fleet retreated. The transport fleet soon followed.
Assualt on New California
Of the 55,000 soldiers that went in to the heart of Terra, only approximately 33,000 made it out. Of the 33,000 soldiers, 6,000 of them were wounded. The soldiers had their orders.
Many of the soldier fought bravely. Most of the casualties were sustained from the actual landings. From then on, the Assualt gained momentum. The HDWs and HDW mortars were proven especially effective. Their numbers and firepower overwhelmed enemy positions. Now the soldiers were tired and frustrated at the high command for forcing them to stop.
It was only a matter of time before New California fell. Most of the city had been taken it had seemed. The overwhelming numbers and firepower proved effective. Though many casualties had been taken, it was worth the overall good of the empire.
From what commander's could tell, the army at their gates could prove to be a good leverage in negotiations. All the soldiers could do was to watch helplessly as the fire slowly died down and the fleet dissapear in the vastness of space.
The Ship Assualts
The Assualt on the multiple battleships proved to be tough. On the first wave of the four original ships, the halls proved to be death traps. Some were buried alive by bodies, others by fire from turrets. Some were killed by the crew on the ships from surprise attacks.
Either way, it seemed the ships managed to take severe damage. The crew would be crippled from the fire that occured aboard the ship. Of the original 30,000 aboard the four ships, only 10,000 remained alive. The ships were flooded with bodies, scorch marks from breaching charges.
The soldiers pushed on, unable to receive communications from the high command. The pink smoke still clouded their advanced electrical systems.
Battleship Assualt-Second Wave
The second wave was proven more successful. 3,000 men over the source of ten ships totalling another 30,000 soldiers still made the halls cramped. It was much better than 6,000 per ship.
The soldiers could still move and although the pink smoke still incapacitated electronics, it was much easier ton maneuver. The troops steadily made their way through the ship. They had the orders to kill on sight, unaware of the ceasefire and retreat.
New California Space
The stealth ships held their own for quite a bit of time. They heard the retreat order and fell back. Atleast eight ships were completely destroyed, six more severely damaged. 16 stealth ships from the attack still remained in decent shape. The admiral sighed and ordered the retreat.
It wasn't a story to be told to the people back on Cleron. If this truly was a retreat, a counter attack would be easy to hold against though fighting would be fierce. He doubted it was a final retreat. More likely, knowing the admiral, was a rally and a new plan for the failed one. Of course, another attack would be unexpected due to the already failed one. It would only add onto the surprise.
"Keep five ships here on stealth in case we need another wave of attack, all ships fall back," the admiral ordered.
The remaining ships were all on stealth. On the radar, they would be practically invisible. The ships were made to blend in in small groups rather than large fleets.
The remaining ships were put on low power to reduce their signature as if they weren't hard to detect enough. The rest of the ships made their way to the rally point.
Terra Surface
Survivors of the Fourth Fleet
Many of the survivors did not make it. Some died on impact due to the rough earth surface combined with the malfunctioning electronics on the ship. Others died from fire from the ship. The ones that did make it were few. Only 15,000 crewmen era, soldiers and officers made it to the surface. Most were armed with rifles and pistols with few ammo available. Some had HDWs as most escape pods doubled as Assualt pods. Most carried 5-10 soldiers.
The surface of Terra was barren. It was a wasteland. Stories had it that the planet was once green. It was hard to imagine as the ground was black from the burned ground from the battles from its past. It was coarse yet soft. Though some medical equipment and survival gear was destroyed, most could share tents and medical supplies.
First thing first however, the soldiers needed a proper camp. Many of the crewmen were spread out upon the surface and had to group up first. Most of the men managed to find their officers- those that didn't grouped up with other soldiers. The leader was then decided to be the one with the most surperiors amongst the fleet as well as the most experience in survival.
The leader was known as Lieutenant Commander Arthur Wood. He was notable for his feats in the Lorraine unification war thirty years earlier. The man was 54. When he was a lad of 22, he had managed to boldly lead his soldiers in the final attack on the loyalists. His men had encamped around the capital and then stormed it when the time was right. They had waited weeks in stealth, surviving off of the surrounding fields and safehouse.
Soon enough, the commander who assumed position found a suitable ridge to make shelter. Inside were cavernous areas. The walls however seemed too straight to be natural, the walls had remnants of plates and defunct machines and compartments. Soldiers were sent in to explore and make sure everything was safe.
Many of the soldiers also set up camp. Tents dotted the ridge and fires started popping up. Now the worry was for food.
The rations would last for weeks. I wasn't much and tasted like shit. It kept them alive however. At least, it would if they rationed it and ate only what was necessary however. The survival gear outfitted in the pods contained seeds and plant growth cells to accelerate production though it was unsure how long it would take to grow. It would be 3-5 weeks with the added growth. It could help feed the entire population for months if it was successful. It was time to get to work.
The commander tasked multiple divisions to different jkbs-some fortification, some farming and others exploring. Some teams were designed for salvaging though they were paranoid. Fear was the emotion going through everyone's mind. Even Commander Wood was in shock. Their fleet had abandoned them and they were stuck in a God forsaken planet to fend for themselves.
Off into he distance, many ships could be seen descending to the surface. They didn't look like military through binoculars though it couldn't be sure. Fortification teams were tasked with making a defendable position quickly. Mortars were set up with HDWs and engineer teams removed the weapons from crashed fighters from the battle.
Everyone was scared, they were confused. They wondered if they would ever see their loved ones again. Many of them had families, friends and even wives and children. The notion of death seemed all the more welcoming. Somehow, deep inside the armor and the skin was life, a sick twisted life that only seemed like a sick show for whatever controlled them. It was quiet for the most part, and mentally painful.
TPBx
Simpin for Witch Tea
UTA-N Thompson
"Captain they're almost at the bridge."
"Just doing a few more things, they're gonna try and pull intel on us. Cutting the hard lines... now. Now deleting all system files." Outside light tapping could be heard as the Lorrainian commandoes placed the breaching charge on the door. The guard aboard the bridge hid behind panels and waited for them to come flooding in. "Do..." His word was interrupted by a sudden blast that knocked over the door and sent it flying into the Captain, crushing him and killing him on the spot. The Lorrainians looked around, the guards opened fire on them, killing three of their squad in the first volley before being taken down. The other officers raised their hands up in defeat or tossed aside their hand guns to show they surrendered.
Similar scenes happened around New California as the Destroyers guarding the colony simply did not have the means nor the man power to repel a boarding party of that scale. Losing the 20 destroyers around the colony to the enemy. However, as part of the emergency protocol to prevent the enemy from hijacking UTA ships. The captains deleted key system files to perform even the most basic functions of the ship, rendering them useless, in addition to erasing other intelligence and cutting off the links to the main command network. On the otherhand the carriers and Battleships were successful in repelling the boarding attempts. This was of course due to the sustainable man power and home field advantages provided on these ships.
New California
The streets fell silent as a cease fire was agreed upon by Nwarhta and the enemy Admiral. With losses to the Defense Force totalling to 4,000 Regulars, and 1,000 marines. However the tanks took a major hit as they were the main fighting force on New California with nearly 3000 Type Zero Tanks destroyed and another 2000 AA Zeroes destroyed. It was a time to regroup and plan out the end game for their defense. With the Kaisic and Lorrainian fleets busy taking on the combined force of the UTA, Alkar, and the Principality, they were most likely going to retreat, leaving the only problem left being the one that stood in front of him. While it would be possible to bring in units from the other colonies. It would be too obvious to the Lorrainians and the fighting would resume again. He needed more troops on the ground in New California, and he was fresh out of tanks.
"Admiral Nwarhta, Chief Engineer T
Torres has some news."
"Is it about the Type 1s. I thought they weren't battle ready yet."
"I beg to differ," another feminine voice said as the white coated woman burst through the doors. "You wanted reinforcements well you got them."
"Do we even have trained pilots for the Type 1."
"No need for specific pilot training. All of the Type 1s actions are done through VR. Just send your best soldiers to my department asap."
"Understood. Officer Laurent, send Big Red and Walreiter Batallions to R&D. It is time they get an upgrade."
@Proxploxtops
"Captain they're almost at the bridge."
"Just doing a few more things, they're gonna try and pull intel on us. Cutting the hard lines... now. Now deleting all system files." Outside light tapping could be heard as the Lorrainian commandoes placed the breaching charge on the door. The guard aboard the bridge hid behind panels and waited for them to come flooding in. "Do..." His word was interrupted by a sudden blast that knocked over the door and sent it flying into the Captain, crushing him and killing him on the spot. The Lorrainians looked around, the guards opened fire on them, killing three of their squad in the first volley before being taken down. The other officers raised their hands up in defeat or tossed aside their hand guns to show they surrendered.
Similar scenes happened around New California as the Destroyers guarding the colony simply did not have the means nor the man power to repel a boarding party of that scale. Losing the 20 destroyers around the colony to the enemy. However, as part of the emergency protocol to prevent the enemy from hijacking UTA ships. The captains deleted key system files to perform even the most basic functions of the ship, rendering them useless, in addition to erasing other intelligence and cutting off the links to the main command network. On the otherhand the carriers and Battleships were successful in repelling the boarding attempts. This was of course due to the sustainable man power and home field advantages provided on these ships.
New California
The streets fell silent as a cease fire was agreed upon by Nwarhta and the enemy Admiral. With losses to the Defense Force totalling to 4,000 Regulars, and 1,000 marines. However the tanks took a major hit as they were the main fighting force on New California with nearly 3000 Type Zero Tanks destroyed and another 2000 AA Zeroes destroyed. It was a time to regroup and plan out the end game for their defense. With the Kaisic and Lorrainian fleets busy taking on the combined force of the UTA, Alkar, and the Principality, they were most likely going to retreat, leaving the only problem left being the one that stood in front of him. While it would be possible to bring in units from the other colonies. It would be too obvious to the Lorrainians and the fighting would resume again. He needed more troops on the ground in New California, and he was fresh out of tanks.
"Admiral Nwarhta, Chief Engineer T
Torres has some news."
"Is it about the Type 1s. I thought they weren't battle ready yet."
"I beg to differ," another feminine voice said as the white coated woman burst through the doors. "You wanted reinforcements well you got them."
"Do we even have trained pilots for the Type 1."
"No need for specific pilot training. All of the Type 1s actions are done through VR. Just send your best soldiers to my department asap."
"Understood. Officer Laurent, send Big Red and Walreiter Batallions to R&D. It is time they get an upgrade."
@Proxploxtops
Panzer
Suffering
Loss.
Under the fact that they could not lose their oil, the Kaisic High Command wanted to strike up another treaty with them. they would have to surrender.
The scary thing about this is: The Atlus can choose what punishment that would have on them. they would have to hold a meeting.
Economic crash, starvation rising
Due to the losses on the lunar invasion
and the growing Droid population, the fuel supply could not withstand the numbers. starvation is beginning to settle in.
Diplomatic droids have put up for a treaty to the ceasefire in hopes that Atkus stays their friends.
The meeting would be held on the Zeppelin, a fancy looking dinner area complete with gold colored metal support beams and painted on paintings about war. It was pretty neato.
They now await of the Atlus arrival.
Under the fact that they could not lose their oil, the Kaisic High Command wanted to strike up another treaty with them. they would have to surrender.
The scary thing about this is: The Atlus can choose what punishment that would have on them. they would have to hold a meeting.
Economic crash, starvation rising
Due to the losses on the lunar invasion
and the growing Droid population, the fuel supply could not withstand the numbers. starvation is beginning to settle in.
Diplomatic droids have put up for a treaty to the ceasefire in hopes that Atkus stays their friends.
The meeting would be held on the Zeppelin, a fancy looking dinner area complete with gold colored metal support beams and painted on paintings about war. It was pretty neato.
They now await of the Atlus arrival.
HeckingHeck
One Thousand Club
Rally Point
Admiral Edward Gunther
The fourth fleet was missing in action. He hoped for the best and expected the worst. Coffee was ordered to be delivered to him to calm his down. It was almost like an addiction with constant tedious sips with every waking moments.
On the engineer decks, multiple crewmen were hastily trying to repair damages with what they had. Hull breaches were the worst to repair due to their size. They did their best to have makeshift repairs down through out the ship, top to bottom.
The remains of the fleet weren't the proudest of sights to see. The only fleet that had seemed to be in moderate condition was his own, the first fleet. They have also seen the least amount of combat so far. The fleet that remained nonetheless still remained a formidable fighting force with veteran crewmembers. The battle was not yet lost. The Kaisic just needed to fight in for a little more... The neutral empire had turned to Lorraine's side with the Kaisics. Perhaps this new empire could change the tide of the battle. Reports from his subordinates informed Edward they were merely enhanced human beings with no human background. It was good enough for him; an ally was an ally regardless of background.
"Send a message to the Kaisics, tell them to hold their ground, do not surrender" Edward ordered, unaware of the Kaisic intentions.
Aboard the ILS Franklin
The captain of the ILS Franklin was Commodore Lily Porufine. She was a proven commander and leader in battle. She was one of the lucky commander's that has stayed behind.
Though the power was on low and they were practically invisible, they still set loose planetary scanners on the colony. It was meant to observe any sudden movements or identify recurring strategies or motives of the New Californian Commanders. It was notable for being highly accurate in detail. Stealth cruisers were recon cruisers nonetheless.
Ship Assualt
The Assualt was going well after clearing and securing the breaches. Though the first Assualt was relatively poor, they were successful in taking the ships. When trying to look for data, they were unsuccessful in the matter that all of it was gone. The commander's were furious. It was decided that the officers were to be spared. They were checked and removed of any personalized devices. They went as far as taking personal items in fear of it being a secret or hidden weapon.
Many of the troops were relieved. The officers were to be held hostages on the bridge. Many of the other ships met the same fate. The ships were disabled and the officers taken hostage. In total, just over 34,000 valiant men and women had died in the onslaught of the battleships. They were sure the Terrans stuffers much worse.
New California
Many of the troops were relieved for the break of fighting. Many solders were shaken from seeing so many of their comrades die. Bodies of both Terran and Lorrainians littered the streets, disabled or destroyed Terran tanks and armor were smoldering. Fires raged through the city from missed Terran shells or Lorraine's HDWs and grenades.
The soldiers were in a position of cover. Many had taken shelter on crumbled buildings, some moving into the sewers for the protection it provided. They dared not to go far into the sewers in fear of getting lost.
On the streets, civilians could occasionally be seen walking by trying to escape the war torn areas. The dead solemn eyes of the refugees were saddening to see through necessary. The spirit of the people were broken to a degree. It was almost time for the soldiers and their commander's to do the same. War had ravaged the galaxy for far too long.
In the camps if soldiers, fortifications were set up. Rubble was piled up to form cover and a makeshift home base was formed. Most of the important commanders and equipment were set up on the underground sewers. Any quick line of transportations were blocked off or trapped with mines to block off any quick access areas such as trains. Makeshift communications radios were placed on the surface in secluded and well protected areas.
Many of the soldiers scavenged for down pilots to pull off fighter guns. They mainly desired Lorrainian fighters as their weapons had a detachable function used for when the pilots are downed but alive. It was armor piercing for the most part and effective as anti aircraft weaponry. Heavy fortifications were set around their block and war torn areas, expanding for miles. Only no man's land was set between the Lorrainians and the Terrans.
Panzer
Suffering
Message back to Loriannian Fleet
We regret to inform you, our fighting capabilities have been limited due to diplomatic relations with our (Former) Allie. As you are aware, Atlus ships have attacked us and drove us from the battle. Their ships were puny and we COULD easily crush them, but the draw-back would be devastating to us.
We, Mien Freund , are Bots, but that does not mean we will run on forever without taking care of our needs. Our major need is OIL, which is held on the Half-Atlus held world of Diagna. After that great battle in which we had lost millions, our goal was achieved in securing half of the planet. Our resources are spread thin at the moment, and this battle had also cost us thousands. But we cannot withstand two of these battles on both fronts unless we had beaten the UTA or ATLUs earlier on. Your command was flawed in that your forces depended on others for much needed support, rather than striking quickly.
So, in conclusion, many things had caused the downfall of the battle:
The cowardly Alkarians, The backstabbing Atlus, Your "Too Defensive" Forces, and our lack of man power.
Please see to that you calculate this in your mind next time Commander. For now we are on the Defensive to simply protect ourselves. Don't let us down again, Commander, for there will be consequences.
-Kaisic Wilhelm the Second.
Message to Atlus forces.
We have chosen to surrender our forces on the UTA front, we await your arrival at the Zeppline to sign a unconstitutional surrender treaty that would ensure our safety.
Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
Atlus 1st Expeditionary Fleet - Phenex Detachment
Air Chief Marshal Cecilia Cromwell
"It seems like the fighting has stopped for now, Ma'am." I heard one of the Radar Operators inform me as I sat, staring out the window. My brow furrowed in thought as I wondered about our next move. For starters, I ordered for all the planes to return back to the ship and for a status update on the condition of the fleet. What I heard did not make me happy, one, small, bit. I mean sure, all the Etas were intact. A given since I gave the pilots more then enough incentive to make it back alive and the ridiculous amount of tech in those things. But we lost almost all 48 of the deployed Zetas with only a couple returning mostly intact. I can even name the pilots right now; Fg Off Allie Jun and Plt Off Andrea Clementine. A veteran of the Diagna Invasion and a rookie fresh from training. An embarrassment is not for the fact that the fight was a huge mess. Oh well, at least I'll have two reserve pilots on the approval list for Etas. As for the ships, we lost a total of 4 frigates and 1 battleship with the rest in need of minor repairs. The Solaris cannon on the Phenex All thanks to the Kaisic... Blimp-ship thing.
"Well that was a mess... Contact Admiral Bauduin. We're pretty much done here." I groaned, rubbing the bridge of my nose and just realizing the cold sweat that was dripping down my forehead. .... Wait... Was I... scared...? It can't be right...? I'm a Noble and the Air Chief Marshal of the Atlus Royal Air Force! I can't be showing this weakness in-front of my men! What will they think...? I-I'm not a softie like Daniel! I'm not...
"Ma'am?"
"WHAT?!"
"Uh... W-we have a transmission from the Kaisic fleet, Ma'am... They are awaiting our presence on their flagship for a Surrender Treaty..." Oh? What's this now? A diplomatic mission? I couldn't help but flash a murderous grin. I may have just found an outlet...
"Ma'am, icoming transmission from the Admiral."
"Put him up."
"Still alive, Cromwell? Good. I've just received a transmission from the Kaisics telling me of their surrender. I figured that since you are closer, I'd leave the honor to you." Perfect. They'll be talking to me instead of that softie of a Bauduin. How... wonderful.
"Thank you, Bauduin. I'll see to it that things get settled. I am the niece of the Foreign Affairs Minister after all." I replied, many devious plans forming in my head at that moment. Based on Daniel's expression, I can tell that he knows that I'm up to something. "Alright then. I'll bring the rest of the fleet to your location. Over and out."
"Now then.... Ladies and Gents. Prep a shuttle and an Eta escort. Also tell Acier Squad to prepare for work immediately. Chop, chop! We wouldn't want to keep our hosts waiting now, would we? Aha.... ahahahahahahahaha!!"
Atlus 1st Expeditionary Fleet - Euclid II Detachment
Rear Admiral Daniel Bauduin
"Hm... So Cecilia's up to something..." I mused as the call was cut. I sighed and leaned back in my seat, thinking back on the events of the day. The Alkarian's halting their support. The Kaisics requesting a ceasefire and the detection of an unknown fleet just outside of Terran space. The second part had me thinking... What are the Kaisic's goals? Last I heard, they simply wanted supplies... Terra is a mostly dead and depleted planet with barely any resources left. I get their invasion of Atlus's Diagna colony but this... This is odd. That is why I'm letting Cecilia handle this. She is a touch less merciful then me and that may help in getting the Kaisics to understand the implications of their actions.
"Comms. Contact the UTA.... I want to discuss something with Grand Admiral Nwartha. Also get the word out to the Kellion to prepare for colony boarding. I want to send aid to those stuck inside the New California Colony. And send a message of thanks to the Alkarians. We owe them a debt now."
"At once, Admiral."
Things are complicated but I'm slowly getting the whole picture. What happens here will have repercussions that might reach all the way to the Olympus System or Atlus even.
@Proxploxtops @TPBx @Reaper 1-1 @DankWaffles
Atlus-Kaisic Relations: Dangerous Game
Acier Squad
Sgt Albert Miller
"Ready and waiting, Ma'am."
"Good. Let's get this show on the road, Gentlemen. Launch!" The Air Marshal ordered as the shuttle was launched out of the Phenex, linking up with the 2 Etas and 2 Zetas set to escort our shuttle to the Kaisic mothership. As for myself, I moved around to get used to the movements within the Gouf powered armour. As I did this, I noticed the Air Marshal staring at me with an odd-looking smirk.
"Um... Is something the matter, Ma'am?" I asked, trying to keep myself calm. Not out of fear, mind but rather I felt nervous under her gaze. If I were to be honest with myself, she was a rather beautiful woman. Harsh, demanding and strong-willed. My type of woman but I digress. She simply chuckled and fiddled with a lock of her hair.
"Oh nothing. Just thinking about how silly you all look in those things. Olive drab. Pssh. How boring. Red clearly looks better, don't you think? The way the colour makes things pop. A show of power... Don't you think so, Miller?" She asked in a softer then usual tone. A tone that I find both dangerous and oddly alluring. I gulped before attempting to answer.
"O-of course Ma'am. Red is a wonderful colour indeed." I answered, bracing myself whatever odd question she had next. Thankfully, we were interrupted by the pilot telling us that we were almost at the Kaisic flagship.
"Hm. Large... Bulky.... But very tacky. Those Kaisic have no sense of elegance in their design. Hail them. Tell them that we are the delegates." The Air Marshal ordered before the pilot sent out a hailing frequency and a request for landing.
@Panzer
TPBx
Simpin for Witch Tea
New California, Grand Admiral Nwarhta
Nwarhta returned to the holo desk where he was once again greeted by his comrade, Bauduin, and the other Atlusian commander. "I see things are going better on your side, Daniel. It appears though I do need some help over here in New California. I need reinforcements on the ground because the enemy still outnumber us heavily here."
@Wandering Grim Hollow
New California, UTA-M HQ, R&D Department:
Torres got up and climbed up a ladder leading up to the cockpit of one of the machines. She was dressed in a skin tight gray pilot suit which had different nodes placed around her body to track movements. These giant robots stood a little bit less than 20 meters tall and were humanoid in structure. They were each armed with guns the marines had not seen before but they were in familiar in the sense looked like enlarged versions of the infantry rifles. They were painted a forest green as it appeared the Alliance wanted to deploy them in the Parmenthelian Campaign, but due to obvious constraints, they could not. "Alright men, this here is the STR GRZ Type 1 Mobile Suit. A mechanical platform designed for general use in any and all environments. While the Type 0 has shown little to moderate success, we here at ShenTech Industries want to reach even higher. To make the massive improvements necessary to change the battlefield in our favor, we decided to forego caterpillar track based movement that has been used for hundreds of years in favor of bipedal movement and a re-programmed the system to configure with augmented reality user input." The soldiers gazed at her puzzled at what she was saying. "Okay, you jarheads, we got rid of the tank parts and turned the Type 0 into a big robot controlled by your movements."
They all nodded in amazement and then one person raised their hand, "Ma'am so what you're saying is that this armor is just like the Raider Armor, but whats the difference other than the fact these are a lot bigger."
"Good question, well first off these are designed for vehicle on vehicle combat whereas the Raider Armor is designed for personnel versus personnel combat. The Raider Armor also uses a direct input from the brain rather than relying on computers, meaning that their armor is an extension of their body. This does mean that there will be a small lag in between your movements in this machine and what you do in the cockpit. We wanted to create a brain to machine interface with this machine, but it will take some time until that is achievable. Now let me show you guys what this badass can do." Torres then hopped inside the machine. She fasted several belts that would hold her in the orb like cockpit. Then she placed the helmet over her head and watched the display come to life. It displayed everything from the hull and shield integrity to the number of rounds in her current magazine,
Torres then took one step. The robot copied her taking one step response. She then made her way to a firing range that was close by. Down range sat 3 drone controlled Type 0's. Torres picked up one of the controllers and pulled the trigger on it, unloading her clip into one of the tanks and destroying the machine. One of the tanks lowered its guns and fired a plasma cannon shot at the Type 1. Torres raised the machine's blast shield, blocking the attack. She then put away the rifle, picked up a robot scale grenade from the waist and threw it at the tanks. The firepower it packed was more like a bomb dropped from a gunship as it destroyed the two remaining Type 0's instantly. Behind the Type 0's several smaller targets, most likely human combatants, came out from behind them, and Torres pulled another trigger on the controller and fired the head mounted Vulcans on the Type 1, eliminating those targets as well.
Nwarhta returned to the holo desk where he was once again greeted by his comrade, Bauduin, and the other Atlusian commander. "I see things are going better on your side, Daniel. It appears though I do need some help over here in New California. I need reinforcements on the ground because the enemy still outnumber us heavily here."
@Wandering Grim Hollow
New California, UTA-M HQ, R&D Department:
Torres got up and climbed up a ladder leading up to the cockpit of one of the machines. She was dressed in a skin tight gray pilot suit which had different nodes placed around her body to track movements. These giant robots stood a little bit less than 20 meters tall and were humanoid in structure. They were each armed with guns the marines had not seen before but they were in familiar in the sense looked like enlarged versions of the infantry rifles. They were painted a forest green as it appeared the Alliance wanted to deploy them in the Parmenthelian Campaign, but due to obvious constraints, they could not. "Alright men, this here is the STR GRZ Type 1 Mobile Suit. A mechanical platform designed for general use in any and all environments. While the Type 0 has shown little to moderate success, we here at ShenTech Industries want to reach even higher. To make the massive improvements necessary to change the battlefield in our favor, we decided to forego caterpillar track based movement that has been used for hundreds of years in favor of bipedal movement and a re-programmed the system to configure with augmented reality user input." The soldiers gazed at her puzzled at what she was saying. "Okay, you jarheads, we got rid of the tank parts and turned the Type 0 into a big robot controlled by your movements."
They all nodded in amazement and then one person raised their hand, "Ma'am so what you're saying is that this armor is just like the Raider Armor, but whats the difference other than the fact these are a lot bigger."
"Good question, well first off these are designed for vehicle on vehicle combat whereas the Raider Armor is designed for personnel versus personnel combat. The Raider Armor also uses a direct input from the brain rather than relying on computers, meaning that their armor is an extension of their body. This does mean that there will be a small lag in between your movements in this machine and what you do in the cockpit. We wanted to create a brain to machine interface with this machine, but it will take some time until that is achievable. Now let me show you guys what this badass can do." Torres then hopped inside the machine. She fasted several belts that would hold her in the orb like cockpit. Then she placed the helmet over her head and watched the display come to life. It displayed everything from the hull and shield integrity to the number of rounds in her current magazine,
Torres then took one step. The robot copied her taking one step response. She then made her way to a firing range that was close by. Down range sat 3 drone controlled Type 0's. Torres picked up one of the controllers and pulled the trigger on it, unloading her clip into one of the tanks and destroying the machine. One of the tanks lowered its guns and fired a plasma cannon shot at the Type 1. Torres raised the machine's blast shield, blocking the attack. She then put away the rifle, picked up a robot scale grenade from the waist and threw it at the tanks. The firepower it packed was more like a bomb dropped from a gunship as it destroyed the two remaining Type 0's instantly. Behind the Type 0's several smaller targets, most likely human combatants, came out from behind them, and Torres pulled another trigger on the controller and fired the head mounted Vulcans on the Type 1, eliminating those targets as well.
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Panzer
Suffering
Kapitan - SS, Zeppelin
The hail had gotten through to the bridge, and unfortunately, to the disgruntled Kaisic Kapitan.
"Hm? What is this? -" He looked over to the Hail with a confused look. It then turned to one of disgust.
"Oh...YOU...Yes... We are...Expecting you here for a treaty." He grumbled, pressing a few buttons in his panel.
"You're shuttle is cleared to land in the bottom hanger of the craft. Follow the two Fokker planes into the hanger. They are red so they should be clearly visible to the human sensors.
The hail then cut off.
Two small and red planes- similar to the ones that had chased and downed many of the Zetas earlier- then dropped down from under the craft and turned to the small Atlus group. They did not approach with aggression. They calmly steered in front of the Atlus craft's view in a notion for them to follow, and flew them below the giant Kaisic craft. They then pulled straight up into a wide open hanger door. It gave way to a giant red-lit room that held an uncountable amount of red planes. they were held in compact hangers and were stacked to the ceiling.
Raku
Four Thousand Club
ABC Iris
Rajin watched the feed on some of the colonies. It was mayhem. "Get Ravens filled with troops and send them down there." he said. Jaxson stood idly by the door, watching the camera feeds. He was not pleased by what they almost participated in. "Sir, I'll be going to" he said before turning to the elevator. "Stay safe Jaxson" Rajin answered.
Hangar Bay
Ravens were loading up troops to assist in helping their "friends" on a few colonies. Jaxson entered one of them before they lifted off. He wants to speak with Atlus and Terran commanders personally. He wants to give them a sitrep on his fleets and their capabilities.
Raven Squadron heading towards New California
The pilot opened up a comm channel to signals in the colony. He tried to speak over the soldiers on board, barely succeeding.
This is Raven 1-3 of the Alkarian First Fleet. We will be arriving in colonies to assist you in the aftermath. Sorry we could not come sooner. Please mark a LZ for our ships.
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HeckingHeck
One Thousand Club
Aboard the ILS Gadigan
Admiral Edward Gunther
The bridge contained the usual rambling that went on with the officers. The air was tense.
"Sir, we've sent the Emperor reports of the first Assualt... The Kaisics also sent us a transmission," the officers reported.
"Put the transmission through, what do those tincan bastards want?" Edward asked.
The transmission was played. Edward was infuriated, partly due to the damage to his pride and partly due to how the Robots gave up so easily. The threat at the end however was the most unnerving. At least he had an ally to fight the damn abttle with him.
Edward pondered on the thought that perhaps another quick strike would finish them after all, the first Assualt had got them this far. Then again, the enemy had brought in more fleets. He shook his head.
"Get the other surviving admirals on board, send transmission to the Kryptonians to get their ass up on this ship," the admiral ordered.
"Aye aye sir, shall I quote that last part?" The comms officer joked.
Edward smiled. He was almost hysterical. The admiral was hell-bent on winning this battle. He was given so many resources, all he needed was a little more. The battle would be won. Lorraine shall be victorious.
[Transmission to the Kryptonians]
[Encrypted]
This is Grand Admiral Edward Gunther of Lorraine. We request that your leader of this Operation come aboard the ILS Gadigan. We have sent you coordinates to our ship for identification. We thank you for assistance in this Operation. The Alkar and Kaisics have already failed us. We are optimistic for your aid.
[End Transmission]
Cleron Government Building
The military government offices were in an uproar. Many of the officials were angered by the Alkarian betrayal and the Kaisic's failure. The officials all reached common ground however on Edward Gunther. He had an excellent record though this was the first he asked for more. It was an outrage.
Many of the officials argued back and forth in front of the Emperor. It was pointless however as time was if the essence. It was a time for quick decisions. In times likes these, it was up to the emperor to decide the order of command.
The Emperor was not a happy man to say the least. His advisors tried to sway him though it was all in silent agreement on the outcome. Robert was an intimidating man. He was middle aged and a veteran of war. He was a man born into warfare. It was a tough life being royalty tougher still when you're ruthless.
Robert ordered the sending of "Operation Willow", the addition of two new Behemoths to the battlefield and a couple new classifications if ships. It was a risky choice though he believed it would be worth it in the end. He wouldn't be playing all his cards however. Only the behemoths escorted by the new fleet would be revealed. The new classes would be spared for more... Important matters.
I vow to slit the fool admiral myself after the Battle... The fool is no longer deserving of his position, the Emperor thought savagely.
"Send him one of our newest ships and the new fleet. Tell him it is his final gift from the generous emperor," the emperor stated.
The advisors nodded and gave a feint "Yes m'lord" before scurrying off. It appears that the loss of limbs was not wanted today. It didn't matter, the Emperor had a new plan for when Edward returns.
Admiral George Nyman
The fleet was late. He had not expected the warp to be so long. The ships were fresh though warped as a leisurely pace. He didn't expect the general direosity of the fight. He feared for his life and sanity as he hurried aboard the transport and flew to the Gadigan. Though his face did not show it, he was deathly afraid.
Assualt on New California
The Admiral
"Sir, our radars are picking up incoming Alkarians... Could be reinforcements," the radarman reported.
The bridge shuttered at the word. The last thing they needed were more casualties. Crewmembers watched helplessly as the Alkarians came closer and death drew tonbenmore imminent. They hadn't fired in hopes of being undetected though their was always that unsettling fear in their minds about the Assualt. The ship's sat queitly, unseen, unheard as they held position and only overlooked the incoming ships.
They dared not touch the radio in order to not reveal themselves. It was unlikely the transmission would pick up though they did not want to take the chance.
Assualt on New California-Ground
The soldiers had only occasionally chatted with the defenders. For the most part, they bonded quite nicely. It was a shame that many of them would be killing each other soon. Some of the soldiers that were able to get past the guards helped to bury or elsewise remove the dead. It wasn't a proper funeral though it was better than rotting in the ground.
Soldiers were never given permission exicitly to befriend the Terrans. They were the soldiers mentioned to kill them. Their was little their commanding officers could do however and so if they were caught, a chastising would ensue before the soldier returned to their regular duties.
Many civilians had passed them. Most of them had lost a family member fighting in their defence or had elsewise been displaced from the fighting. Some took to the streets when they had nowhere else to go. It the the first the soliders had seen beggars on the pristine streets of New California. Many of the civilians and soldiers passing by were broken. They had lost family or elsewise were left homeless in the struggle.
The soldiers had quite the urge to help them though had nothing they could give. They could only look at the passerbys and give a solemn look hidden behind their helmets and then return to their duties. It was one of the hidden rogues if war, the price higher ups couldn't seem to understand. Of course, this was all justified by the glorious Empire of Lorraine. This was a small price to pay for the greater good.
Terra Base
Arthur Wood
Arthur was an old man. Rather, he is an old man. At 54, he had gained much in his lifetime. He was a veteran of the old wars and was often the avdisor to the military council or admirals. Of course, his prestige might not have helped him in the situation of survival on goddamn planet.
Soldiers had already started planting the potatoes and had used the growth supplement. Apparently, it would take about 5-8 weeks. The rations were enough for eight total weeks though not many were willing to risk that long for crops.
Search parties had found many destroyed or crippled pods, many not working due to the pink smoke. It would seem that the smoke had disabled their functions. Other parties found former Beijing Colonists. They were brought to the ridge where the camp was made to be questioned sooner or later. The camo was quiet and the soldiers had forsaken all hope of seeing their family again.
Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
Atlus 1st Expeditionary Fleet - Euclid II Detachment
Rear Admiral Daniel Bauduin
"Well that's what I figured as well, Nwartha. I'm sending the troopship Kellion over to the colony now to provide aid. That's one battalion's worth of soldiers and tanks but we do have a couple more to spare. And don't worry about any deserters or opportunists, they are a highly motivated and well trained bunch. If not a little on the green side but we are all have to start somewhere, right?" I bitterly chuckled at my forced attempt at humor. If I am to admit it, I'm feeling very stressed about this whole situation. Was I doing the right thing condemning the lives of Atlus citizens and colonists for this planet? Is this Alliance even beneficial for Atlus? Am I feeling loyalty to something other then Atlus? These questions ran through my head, slowly clouding my judgement.
"Grand Admiral.... I have a question I'd like to ask you..." I started, looking at his hologram right in the 'eye'. "Why is it in our nature as humans to fight? Aren't we all people despite being from other far flung planets? I know this question is strange but if you could humor me for a few minutes, I'd like to hear your answer."
"Asking strange questions again, Admiral? You always never fail to amuse me." I heard Cecilia chuckle as her hologram stood next to mine, her usual smug ex-.... Wait. She's here? Then who's on the shuttle on their way to meet the Kaisic?
@TPBx
Atlus-Kaisic Relations: Dangerous Game
Acier Squad
Sgt Albert Miller
"Oh dear me, they do sound a tad angry, don't you think?" I heard the Air Marshal say in what I think is a mock-worried tone. My guess was confirmed after she broke out into the craziest looking grin I have ever seen her make. "GOOD. Cause I have some rather armour-piercing questions of my own to ask! Acier Squad, listen up! This is an important meeting that may change the fate of Atlus-Kaisic Relations! As the First Daughter of the Late Viscount Cromwell, I expect this meeting to run smoothly. Is that clear?!"
"Yes, Ma'am!" We all replied, the visors of our helmets lowering over our faces before the mouthpiece raised into place, locking the helmet in place. The HUD glowed to life as the shuttle entered the hanger bay and landed. Based on the minimap on the HUD, the Eta and Zeta escorts didn't follow us in. Rather they hung around outside the Kaisic flagship. Smart move, they'll need to keep watch on the flagship from the outside while we're in this thing. Either way, we may not be heading back to the ship and the Air Marshal knows that. That's why she has a plan up her sleeve.
"Well, Gents. Let's greet our hosts, shall we? Lower the ramp!" The guy at the ramp controls secretly rolled his eyes as he pressed the button and the shuttle ramp opened slowly. Chief Air Marshal Cecilia then gracefully walked down the ramp, arms outstretched and with a charming smile on her face. I seem to have found something I need to protect.
"Well isn't this grand? Such a large hanger you have here and so many planes! Ooooh, and they are all in my favourite colour too? How splendid indeed!" She proclaimed loudly as we followed her. Our weapons slung over our shoulders in a sign of goodwill and the added height thanks to the Gouf armour making us look very tall, intimidating and faceless.
@Panzer
Atlus 1st Expeditionary Fleet - Troopship Kellion
Caduceus Squad
LCpl Alicia Fremont
"Alright people, get those medical supplies loaded up! Fremont! Be careful with that medical satchel! Its the Field Surgeon's medical kit!" I heard Sgt Elwin warn me as I grabbed the satchel sitting on one of the ammunition boxes. I almost dropped it due to his shout but luckily I had a pretty good grip on it. I quickly sounded off a reply before rushing over to one of the waiting trucks. As I sat in the truck with the others, I began to notice how my hands seemed to tremble slightly. It was my first time out of Atlus space and on a combat mission at that so I guess it must be the nerves.
"Your first time here?" I heard someone say. I gulped and nodded, glancing over at a rather motherly looking lady, a Warrant Officer judging by her rank patch, sitting next to me. She flashed a kindly smile and reached out to gently take hold of my trembling hand. With her helmet sitting on her lap, her bunned-up raven hair seemed to shiny slightly when the light hits. "We'll be fine, Corporal. Just believe in that, okay?"
"Y-yes, Ma'am..." I managed to answer, feeling a touch better thanks to the lady's reassuring grasp. I marveled at how calm she was and the gentle warmth of her hand. It was very soothing and helped me take my mind off things. Even as the truck started up and drove into the awaiting landing shuttle, I was calm and ready. If anything, I'll have to thank this lady for her kind words.
"T-thank you Ma'am... I'm Alicia... Alicia Fremont. What's your name...?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. The lady smiled at me again and with a small chuckle, opened her mouth to answer.
"My name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth Kirkham. And you're welcome, Alicia. Glad that it helped."
Panzer
Suffering
Guests arrival, Kaisics meet with our former Enemy/Ally.
As an already insulting sting to losing the battle from Diplomatic tensions, The kaisics would also have to assure that Atlus would stay it's ally.
Sadly, That would mean a cease fire or a surrender.
A surrender has it's catches...The enemy may choose the punishment of the losing side.
Either:
Reparations: Paying for the damage and cost of war for the winning side.
Land cut up: The winning side can choose which lands to capture.
Military / Research limitations: as the name suggests.
General shaming: the enemy's species would be openly harassed for what they had done.
All of the Above: All of the above.
This worried the Kaisic Generals, as a loss of their grasp on Diagna and Paremeth will ultimately cripple the once vast empire.
They also could not pay reparations, as that would throw their economy into a complete Economic depression as metal mining companies would halt and trade would be un-affordable.
The military limitations would also be a major insult.
And general shaming would undo all of the work they had done to gain purpose in the world.
The Kaisic General , Kaisic Willhelm the 2nd, awaited in a golden dining room with the bill in front of him. It held the terms of surrender.
He felt empty inside, as if he had been shot in the heart. He would watch before him as his empire crumbled.
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Kaisic Escort
Two Kaisic Old Guard soldats turned to the landing shuttle, frozen by the appearance. The Altus shuttle would mean one thing: The Atlus were here.
They had their orders.
They approached the group with their rifles slung around their arm and held behind their back.
"Hallo! Welkommen to the Zeppline. We are to escort you to your meeting." One said, turning to the elevator behind them.
"Follow us, we shall lead you." The other said. Their voice was a bit happy, despite the general depression of the situation. They stepped into the dark and metallic elevator and waited for the humans to do the same.
DankWaffles
Go Home, Go Bed
Commander Kal-El
KRY DAWNING
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It was barely the struck of morning before Kal was beckoned by the operating fleet in Terra space. His parents were still asleep and unaware of Kal's departure, but he did leave an automated message for them, informing them of where he was off to. Corporal Usa-Or had sent a broadcast back to Krypton, advising the council of an assistance request. Except, this time it was from the people of Lorraine. They had stated that the Kaisics had decided upon their surrender, along with the Alkarians. The Kryptonian council, with their paranoia attitude, had expressed their anger towards the Kaisics, but still kept the alliance between the two factions. Kal exited the House of El and called for his personal h'raka (a reptile with wings) and flew to his personal scout ship, which was docked at the naval dockyard in Kandor. During his ride to the scout ship, Kal-El took notice to the construction of multiple planetary defense weapons, primarily used for blasting any hostile ships orbiting Krypton.
Now aboard his ship, along with his five other crew members, Kal-El departed the giant "Pangea" of land that made up almost all of Krypton. With the scout ship exiting Krypton's atmosphere, Kal-El gave the order to commence the Phantom Drive, which would allow for the ship and it's crew to warp instantly to the given coordinates of the Lorraine's ship. While the Phantom Drive warmed up, Kal dresses himself in his diplomatic suit and prepared to meet Grand Admiral Edward Gunther. The scout ship's phantom drive was now ready and the entire ship was surrounded by a bright, cyan light and within a few minutes, it appeared only a couple of miles away from the accustomed coordinates that were given to the Corporal of the Yukon fleet.
"Request docking permission from the Grand Admiral." ,Kal demanded.
A comms officer responded with respect and sent the message to the Lorraine ship. If there was one thing that Kal enjoyed from being in the military, it was the fact that he was highly respected by nearly everyone at Krypton.
TPBx
Simpin for Witch Tea
Grand Admiral Nwarhta
"Bauduin, those are the kinds of questions that you'll have to figure out for yourself," he told him. "I'll have whoever the Captain of the Guard is bring them in. As of right now each side is tending to its wounded and dead. Hopefully we can see through the reset of this battle without fighting." Nwarhta paused an thought for a moment and thought. He knew that the Lorrainians had more resources and man power. It was foolish of Nikrat to even consider stirring up such a beehive, or maybe it was a curse that he cast upon Nwarhta as foreseen vengeance in the case that the turban-wearing Admiral would dare to usurp his rule. But now he managed to drag two nations into this horrible battle and both for naught as Terra in all cases would most likely fall. If it had not been for the Parmenthelian campaign and the weeks of fighting on Ademar, there would be thousands more still fighting among the ranks of the UTA, but many deserted after the defeats on both planets.
That was all in the past, now Nwarhta had to think of what to do with the reinforcements. Now it would be possible to defend New California from a continued ground assault, but there was still the problem of how to defend the skies with only 3 destroyers remaining out of the 173 he had before the battle. The main bulk of his fleet was gone. Leaving only 50 Hyperions, 30 Phoebes, 2 Ultimatums, and surprisingly all 9 of his previous carriers remaining of the other ship classes. However the Harukaze, Orochi, and Fujouou were all badly damaged and had left Terran space for repair on other construction sites. Leaving in total only six carriers.
Captain Chester Whitefield, Luna Base:
"Captain the Kaisic are pulling back. We did it." Chester wiped the sweat off his forehead at the news. Though most of it was not his doing but mostly thanks to the boys above that had that their backs. Also with the apparent betrayal of one of the enemy forces and the introduction of an ally. The battle swept largely in favor of Terra for control over the moon. However it came at a great price as many died defending the Luna Base and the base itself was nearly destroyed as a result.
@Panzer @Wandering Grim Hollow
"Bauduin, those are the kinds of questions that you'll have to figure out for yourself," he told him. "I'll have whoever the Captain of the Guard is bring them in. As of right now each side is tending to its wounded and dead. Hopefully we can see through the reset of this battle without fighting." Nwarhta paused an thought for a moment and thought. He knew that the Lorrainians had more resources and man power. It was foolish of Nikrat to even consider stirring up such a beehive, or maybe it was a curse that he cast upon Nwarhta as foreseen vengeance in the case that the turban-wearing Admiral would dare to usurp his rule. But now he managed to drag two nations into this horrible battle and both for naught as Terra in all cases would most likely fall. If it had not been for the Parmenthelian campaign and the weeks of fighting on Ademar, there would be thousands more still fighting among the ranks of the UTA, but many deserted after the defeats on both planets.
That was all in the past, now Nwarhta had to think of what to do with the reinforcements. Now it would be possible to defend New California from a continued ground assault, but there was still the problem of how to defend the skies with only 3 destroyers remaining out of the 173 he had before the battle. The main bulk of his fleet was gone. Leaving only 50 Hyperions, 30 Phoebes, 2 Ultimatums, and surprisingly all 9 of his previous carriers remaining of the other ship classes. However the Harukaze, Orochi, and Fujouou were all badly damaged and had left Terran space for repair on other construction sites. Leaving in total only six carriers.
Captain Chester Whitefield, Luna Base:
"Captain the Kaisic are pulling back. We did it." Chester wiped the sweat off his forehead at the news. Though most of it was not his doing but mostly thanks to the boys above that had that their backs. Also with the apparent betrayal of one of the enemy forces and the introduction of an ally. The battle swept largely in favor of Terra for control over the moon. However it came at a great price as many died defending the Luna Base and the base itself was nearly destroyed as a result.
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Panzer
Suffering
SS schutze, 75th infantry division.
Silence
The silence of the small landing craft was heartwrenching. no one knew of their fate.
Message of surrender- Kaisic Uta relations
We have surrendered from the fight. given the terms off surrender, we are to present them to you. But by the time you read this message, the meeting on board of the zeppelin with the Atlus would be under way. You may choose to join them or simply pick from out below the terms of surrender.
Reparations: Paying for the damage and cost of war for the winning side.
Land cut up: The winning side can choose which lands to capture.
Military / Research limitations: as the name suggests.
General shaming: the enemy's species would be openly harassed for what they had done.
All of the Above: All of the above.
Please reply with your choice.
@TPBx
Silence
The silence of the small landing craft was heartwrenching. no one knew of their fate.
Message of surrender- Kaisic Uta relations
We have surrendered from the fight. given the terms off surrender, we are to present them to you. But by the time you read this message, the meeting on board of the zeppelin with the Atlus would be under way. You may choose to join them or simply pick from out below the terms of surrender.
Reparations: Paying for the damage and cost of war for the winning side.
Land cut up: The winning side can choose which lands to capture.
Military / Research limitations: as the name suggests.
General shaming: the enemy's species would be openly harassed for what they had done.
All of the Above: All of the above.
Please reply with your choice.
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HeckingHeck
One Thousand Club
Aboard the ILS Gadigan
Only the most disciplined troops were the greeting party to meet their Kryptonian friends. The comms officer had asked them to go to Hangar one where the Grand Admiral himself would meet him.
Good impressions could do so much more in favors, especially for such an advanced race as the Kryptonians. The soldiers stood in line disciplined with their officers. The hangar was a busy as usual
Attack on New a California
The soldiers that had peered up at the sky ran to their officers. The officers ran to their surperiors and the surperiors eventually reached high command.
Some troops were warned to be in guard as ships were approaching. At this range, they weren't visible if their purpose. The makeshift Anti-Aircraft guns were manned though quietly. Many of the soldiers off duty preoccupied troops standing watch over No Man's land. The tension would only end when the invasion is successful.
IEL Commandoes | New California
Small divisions of five Commandoes moved through the streets quietly, taking back roads and allies. The soldiers themselves had little technology as to not be easily traced. They only carried night visions goggles, their gun their grenades a seperated pockets for ammo, water and rations. The Commandoes were sent in waves as to not draw attention and always avoided any contact with civilians and soldiers.
The task force's goal was to infiltrate and sabotage enemy lines. Two Commandoes in every fireteam had a bag full of explosives. They were to be planted on places of interests which include vehicles, drydocks, government buildings and troops transportation units. They were also tasked with placing the charges on enemy heavy weapons and turrets.
The soldiers moved in the cover of darkness, avoiding all contact. The troops themselves wore all black and their armor equiped with cooling mechanisms as to blend in even with heat vision. Overall, 15,000 Commandoes were sent in various points in the enemy backlines, sent in waves and in hiding spots from deserted buildings and in places if no strategic interests. They had to scout the area and not make any noise as they steadily made their way towards their job.
The waves of troops consisted of a thousand Commandoes slowly walking past the enemy lines, all in small squads of five men and women and each seperated and spread out, only reuniting in secure areas to rest and exchange Intel.
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