Topic: Tales from the Oblivion War (open interstellar war RP)

Maerin

Date: 2014-01-27 11:14 EST
"Admiral's Log, Expositional The war rages on, darker every day. The Banished Ones destroy a world, we in turn destroy one, in the century since the war began we have been pushed back to the very brink of collapse as a central government. So, the powers that be have given me this mission, reclaim or take over any of our old worlds, search for artifacts or weapons long forgotten as something too mad to be used. Anything to turn the tide on our own destruction. The first thing to come to my mind are artifacts that might help, the old cartographic database of hyper-relays, when fold drives where developed slipping into an alternate dimension was dropped as inefficient and slow, instead moving from point A to point B in a flash of light and a graviton wave in less time than it took to stand up was forever the way to fly. It did have one critical advantage, it was absolutely undetectable while in transit and you couldn't follow a gravitational wake when there wasn't one. Untraceable ships, or at least a map to more worlds that might have been lost over the life span of an empire that at its height spanned over one hundred billion stars. These days we might still have claim to a hundred. So now here I am, approaching the world that could save my people, and all I can think is that somebody down there is going to tell their grand kids about how they where there when the Devil descended from deep space to ravage and destroy their world. Or if I'm seriously ke'Vac and that moderate interstellar traffic is really a moderately large stellar nation that is going to try and kick me out." He took a deep breath, "Alice, Close the log and delete it, just fill it in with some basics of the mission and shoot it to command, they really don't want to know what I really think of them." The voice sounded from the computer console in front of him "Of course sir, and might I remind you, we have an 99.95% chance of completing our mission and leaving before any hostile action is required. That is of course if the cartographic database is still there, and if they have uncovered its location," the tone was dulcet and perky, but the AI was just trying to cheer him up. He new the facts, he should, he was Fleet Admiral of TF7. Pride of the fleet, lowest replacement rates in the war, only 300% casualties on the front. He mentally ticked off his command in his head as he studied the 9 densely packed stars in the local area, longwise it was only 3 light-years across. 'If I only have to take one world, my one command cruiser, two assault carriers, and 3 partial divisions of heavy cruisers plus assorted lighter vessels should have zero problem taking and holding indefinitely. If only one or two more stars come to the assist, or if they have something unexpected down there this could get really hairy really fast.' He sighed deeply and shook his head, too many things are going to go wrong, and all because command ordered him to Perform the mission with all least time efforts and extreme prejudice, as per needs of the war effort and the state

Maerin

Date: 2014-01-27 12:59 EST
"Sir, we have 85% probable lock on the planet and continent we want," the fleet S2 sighed "good news is, the sub-continent we think it is on, is sparsely populated. The bad news, looks like at least this world and possibly others are hyper capable and we might be looking at a bit of a fight on our way in" as the full bird Colonel preceded into his briefing the three dimensional display activated to show both the target on the planet. A quick zoom shrank the world to a tiny green marble, pin pricks of light with numerical designations appeared. Three a very angry red "they have three ships with the same mass as our heavy cruisers, but as far as we could detect on passive scans their energy output is about half a similar class of ship. We have also detected what appears to be merchant traffic jumping through either a different approach to hyper space, or some kind of worm hole phenomenon with the centralized locations" the display shifted with a touch to the Colonel's wrist link. Highlighted now where blue streaks through the system, all of them starting and ending at the system's heliopause, at each end the numerical displays made more sense to Admiral Mae'nar'in of the ter'Att'lan Expeditionary Force. "I've heard enough," he says calmly as he holds up an exosuited hand as he stared into the display for a moment. His fingers sketching into the air as their battle plan evolves, "we hit hard and we hit fast, assault carriers will hit their jump points to try and slow the news of our arrival. Send a squadron of heavy cruisers with each and proper screen, we will take the command cruiser here. Along with all but one of the planetary assault transports, everything else we slam into the planet. The two remaining heavy cruiser squadrons will take out their picket ships, two on one should be good for ships of similar tonnage. As for the little island" he took a deep sigh, at least there isn't a lot of people down there. "Drop a Bolo on them."

Maerin

Date: 2014-01-31 06:06 EST
Mae dropped into his command chair on the flag deck and leaned back, the seat had long ago been modified to accept him in the exo-armor perfectly. Closing his physical eyes he dropped into the virtual realm of the neural interface.

A moment of nothing...

//A11CE reporting Watcher 6 now linked to central, neural link at 99.96% base capability ready for combat action// In his head every unit flashed its readiness to engage in combat, from the flight deck of the cruiser he was sitting in, to every single 'tor ready to drop on the unsuspecting world almost half a lightyear away. //W6 to all units sync fold drives, jump in 3, 2, 1, jump// //Battle clock engaged 00:00:00:00// the mentality known as A11CE reported. In more playful times, the instant that people pass through the fold, the instant that the computers swear doesn't exist, people would play games. Leaping into the air, throwing things across the room and the like, just for the novelty of seeing everything frozen in time-space. //Assault Carrier Group 1 reporting contact at jump point Alpha, Light Attack Craft deployed. Attempting to engage ships before they can translate to hyper. Time to intercept, 100 seconds, projected time to securing jump point Alpha 120 seconds// Mae mentally acknowledged the report from ACG1 and the identical one from ACG2, he shifted his perspective to Assault groups 1 through 3. With the distances and speeds involved there was no way a purely mortal mind could handle all the data. So A11CE, known affectionately to the crew as Alice, cleaned it up a bit and made a virtual representation for organic consumption all in less than .001 seconds. The six heavy cruisers moved through space with a stately grace, smooth clean lines on the elegant weapons of destruction. The defenders didn't really stand a chance, at maximum energy range they finally saw and attempted to hail the assault ships. Gravlances stabbed out from the spinal mounts, the graviton particles punched into the unshielded ships and did what gravity does. It crumpled them, peeling the ships down their center lines like overripe fruit. //AG1 reporting mobile resistance has been neutralized, proceeding to orbit to neutralize ground defenses. We report go for Bolo drop// //PAT1 confirmed Go for Bolo drop// //W6 PAT1 you are a Go for full planetary insertion, drop the Bolo first to cover your way down but I want you on that world.// //PAT1 confirmed, lets make us a beach head// The heavies arrived first and started to clear the surface to space weapons as they opened fire. Then came the mark XL Bolo in its assault pod, followed by two full divisions of 'tor ground troops and their suits. //A11CE reports end of initial combat phase end battle clock 00:00:35:15//

Maerin

Date: 2014-01-31 06:21 EST
((Ok people heres the OOC note for ya, you are all welcome to join in on the side of the defenders as of now. I've left it open for anything you feel like doing. take a planet or a system or even team up with each other, come kick my @$$. i have a couple more tricks up my sleeves for the bad guys and a couple of weaknesses that you're just going to have to figure out. Lets have some fun and blow some things up shall we?))

venjen

Date: 2014-01-31 08:06 EST
"Sir we have reports of unknown ships engaging defense forces in orbit and are trying to indispose of our ground defenses, they just dropped some sort of machine in the southern hemisphere where the star port is located." Reported an ensign as the commodore stood up and looked down toward the beach front. "Should I send out a distress call sir?"

"Yes, no one messes with the new Weimar republic and gets away with it..."spoke the gruff xeno fox, middle aged at 127 years old in gaian time, and unmarried, they had awakened a beast known as the gaian confederacy of planets which stood tall in their technologal might....they weren't the only ones with bolos. "Activate orbital defense platforms, they probably won't even know what hit them from the ground..."

"Aye sir, right away!" Said the ensign as alarms began to sound off and a direct order being transmitted to the merchant ships to add to the defenses of the planet....as each ship was armed like a capital ship they could surprise them by attacking with their own weapons as the defense forces struggled for control, but the enemy was in for a surprise: those heavy cruisers were shielder ships, a pain in the neck to kill and able to bubble shield a fleet so those merchant ships were the biggest threats they had for the moment.

//ALL CHANNELS FOR 100 LIGHTYEARS ON TACHYON FREQUENCIES: This is governor Xali of malakis, we have fallen under attack from an unknown force and are requesting assistance from any available fleets, this world is sovereign from their claims and we will not tolerate hostile claims to our worlds....the confederacy will award 100,000,000,000 credits in your choice if you assist //TO THE HIGH COUNCIL: mayday mayday, code 45 has been established, xeno invasion from unknown forces, attempting to claim a position on the planet, conscript order has fallen into effect under your order thank you. //REPLY: order activated, the confederacy is now at war.

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From deep in the ground across the surface of the planet rose several large guns, Ion and Plasma cannons, slowly turning upward before beginning to charge, followed by the skies being lit up by the beams and bolts of energy flew up toward orbit toward the attacking ships.

Maerin

Date: 2014-01-31 09:02 EST
Alice chimed in over Mae's internal headset "I've detected a primitive yet powerful FTL transmission, I've patched a tentative translation into your feed, its only text at the moment. We are still working on a full linguistic database, looks like we have triggered the primary planetary defense net as well. Multiple energy weapon signatures coming from the planet and what looks to be a passive orbital defense relay. Orders for the fleet?" If he could have touched his own face through the helmet he would have been stroking his beard "Give local tactical control to the Assault group in orbit of the world, my orders for them, and I quote, Kick their ass and make it hurt. Fortunately we have already completely disabled the Heavy cruisers they had in orbit, makes things a bit easier," as he finished his orders another alert popped up on his screen the ACGs where under attack by the merchant ships "well apparently they are not completely retarded, they have something resembling a weapon systems on their merchants" he switched to view ACG1 from his personal tactical plot, the pilots knew what to do, a century of total warfare would do that. The stabbing energy weapons from the merchant ships spent their fury on the impenetrable impeller wedges, 15,000 gravities stressed and stretched into a band above and below the ship. They fired one salvo and pulled out, carefully maintaining orientation to survive the fire. Most did, Mae sat watching the casualty totals in one corner of his visual display, 9.85% of the LACs launched didn't make it out of the furball. Then the real attack craft opened fire, three heavy cruisers and an assault carrier plus their 52 escort ships launched missiles. Propelled by the same drive systems that powered the larger ships they jumped to 60% lightspeed in 1.25 seconds, none of the weapons where actually targeted on the merchant ships, no missile lock on warning from targeting beams. The warheads detonated in a fury of energy and plasma amongst the ships that tried to defend themselves, the bomb pumped x-ray lasers stabbed out with 5.8 terawatts of energy in hundreds of directions at once. Once the static cleared from the optical sensors all that was left of the merchant traffic in the area was expanding plasma balls. And the world shifted... Alice had shifted his view to the orbital situation, the Heavy cruisers and their escorts of lighter ships where pumping out missiles and stabbing into the night with energy weapons. Attempting to clear both the orbitals and the ground systems, the ground weapons posed no real threats all the ships had to do was keep their bellies pointed down. The orbitals where another matter, they could get side on shots and just might eventually punch through the sidewall shields. //HCG shift focus to the orbitals, we will deal with the ground later W6 out// //ACG1 ACG2, deploy mixed munition mine fields over the jump points and release the heavies to assist the planet, Carriers and screen units remain on station and hold until relieved W6 out// Alice once again spoke up in his ear "We have 10.35% casualties on the ground, all ground troops, they managed to find shelter in the transport, for now its shields are holding. Zero damage to the Bolo and it continues on mission, 94.37% probability of no additional casualties from orbital bombardment. We have cleared the ones that are a direct threat and the fleet is clearing the rest from the skies." "Ok Alice, once the orbitals are clear, I want every military target and everything within 50 miles of it destroyed. But before that begins, transmit to the planet, text if you have to. Inform them that we are here to recover what is ours, we will leave when we are done. If they resist we will punish them for it, if they do not they will live." "Acknowledged, but there is a 86.7% chance that the message may not be intelligible to them, we are having a hard time getting a handle on the language. It almost sounds like barking."

Maerin

Date: 2014-02-10 11:58 EST
((Ok, now that the invasion has started and I want to drum up people. This war is a historical event in the life of Mae, it takes place in his universe and does not impact on RDI. Anyone who wishes to may join the defenders side, if you wish to join the offense it is limited to ter'Att'lantian personnel only. If you wish to create one for this and other historical simulations please message me, sorry folks but only one of them is left alive today. Its called The Oblivion War for a reason))

N.P.C.

Date: 2014-03-30 00:26 EST
Silence filled the bridge of the massive Bolo. All about her, the glow of lights flickered to life as communications were live with feed from Fleet Command. The rush of atmospheric entry of the Bolo came and went like a knife over the carotid artery. Behind her closed eyes, well with-in her mind's eye flitted topography lay outs, combat fatalities, mission capable units coming online and Fleet Command's primary goals. With the slightest thought, she sorted out her roster as the altimeter ticked down their ETA of landfall.

Spear Point Division. 100,000 'Tor troop units; 50,000 Heavy's; 20,000 Standard ground pounders; and 30,000 Eye units.

Ghost Division. 100,000 'Tor troop units; 40,000 Eyes with espionage skills; 40,000 Standard ground pounders; 20,000 Heavy's.

All 200,000 'Tor under her command all flickered green in her Sit Rep display. The 2,000 Light Tank supplement were ready as well.

The Bolo's system check went through listing with lightning speed its status: 50 CM Hellbore Cannons: Online Indirect Fire Grids: Online Point Defense Grids: Online and Stable Anti-Personnel Grid: Online and Passive ICBM's: Online and Standby

A rumbling vibration she felt through the Bolo alerted her to touchdown. Altimeter agreed they were on the ground and she opened her eyes, molten silvers. She unstrapped from the command couch and disconnected from the neural links. It felt good to stretch and once she was standing at her full 6 foot 5 inches, the female officer looked about the command bridge of the Bolo.

"Sit Rep. Now." She ordered.

Her bridge officers chimed off, reflecting what she already knew except for her Tactical Officer.

"Brigadier General Ar'ko'sa. Troop transports have touched down. Transport 1 is experiencing a sudden wave of heavy fire from native forces. Spear Point and Ghost are reporting losses." The male Atlantian reported.

Ar'ko'sa looked down to regard the holographs of the surrounding terrain and the positions of her units upon the battle table. She chewed her lower lip in a methodic rhythm as she analyzed her options. Her two divisions showed broken ranks pouring out of the besieged Transport 1, the status reports dropping rapidly on the vehicle as the result of it being snared in a kill zone. The units firing on them were mixed ground units that seemed to be having a grand effect only as far as surprise would hold out. Her hands went to the holographs and her eyes shimmered as she connected with the communications net again.

"Spear Point, spread Heavy's in a two one, three off pattern, suppressing fire upon locals. Eye's and Standards to assist Ghost in retrieving all units from kill zone. 40 tanks in semi-arc to our right flank; lay down carpet bombardments along the zone behind the skirmish line. I want retreat cut off and a clear line of sight. 10 miles deep will suffice. 40 tanks semi-arc and carpet bomb to our left flank as well. I want incendiary mortars fired every 1 mile in front of us in a full grid pattern to clear cut our front borders." her fingers moved as she drug unit icons on the holographs that relayed to the field commanders where to go and hold, or to advance and attack.

Sit Rep flashed status reports as her Tactical Officer spoke up. "We've lost 10% of our forces in this ambush. Transport 1 has suffered defense point failures and the attacks are pushing her cores to critical overloads."

Ar'ko'sa nodded without being flustered. "All units withdraw. Perimeter to be established around Transport 2. All units are to regroup at Transport 2 and await assignment orders. Injured to be evacuated as a secondary priority; corpse detail after the native attack is suppressed. Once clear of Transport 1, I want 5 second graviton push on Transport 1's left side. I am overriding her self-destruct sequence to a proximity and impact trigger. In 3, 2, 1, push."

She watched and heard all units confirm orders and pulled back in orderly retreat. A thrum from the Bolo hallmarked the gravitational push field ordered and Transport 1, severely crippled and her cores going critical rolled and crashed across the landscape to end in a holographic fireball on her battle table where the frontline skirmish had been. Sit Rep notated hostile units appeared to be terminated and the carpet bombing had proceeded on schedule clearing a 10 mile perimeter around the Bolo.

"Over all losses are minimal. 10,000 Standard ground pounders injured. 5,000 Heavy's injured, 2,000 Eye's injured and 3,000 Eye's dead. Ghost Division, split off 10,000 of your Standard ground pounders for Spear Point to shore up depleted numbers. I want standard Hellion Cluster formations. All units to push out into the surrounding terrain for recon and first contact skirmishing; respond with all sightings. We have been issued a no quarters parameter. Kill on contact unless enemy intel is guaranteed in a spotted target." Ar'ko'sa ordered.

Multiple affirmatives were heard and groups of 12 split off rapidly through the territory, the icons of Eye, Standard and Heavy lighting up in the groups showing a mix four units from each troop type division. She looked to the Helmsman.

"Head to sector F6 at cruise speed. Active sensor sweeps and pings." The Bolo moved forward, smooth as glass. "Launch scout drones. I want eyes on everything." Several scout/attack drones flitted from the Bolo giving her battle table a constant feed of live battle data.

Ar'ko'sa's eyes shimmered again and she spoke on the Fleet Command Channel.

Brigadier General Ar'ko'sa reporting. Bolo 1 is on the ground. We are inbound to coordinates specified in briefing. We had a slight disturbance and a 10% casualty rate; injured are on route back to a cruiser. We are proceeding on course and on time. Awaiting any further orders as we proceed.

She disconnected from the communications net and watched the holographs. Her fingers tapped several commands and readjusted several cluster pathways for optimal coverage. Her lower lip was chewed on even more. Her Tactical Officer gave her a long look, noticing the lip chewing. He'd seen his fair share of officers come and go in the Fleet, and was familiar with battle fatigue signs. The ticks were a dead giveaway of an officer about to come apart at the seams.

"Perhaps you should request some R&R sir and take some personal time from high stress command."

Ar'ko'sa just grinned hearing him. "Colonel Ta'ro'sa, this is my R&R. I requested this post as time off from the front lines." she went back to studying the holograms.

"Understood Sir." Ta?ro'sa saluted her and left the general to her lip chewing and to her musings.