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Post by miokalia on Sept 4, 2010 21:59:18 GMT -5
Andertol had punched out about 12 windows in total at the Tajir's Manor, in his nervous and busy tizzy. He was powerless to do anything. The Apparateur's order had precluded any of his power and he was not one to enjoy sitting by while shit was going down. The Federation ships were gone, which was good, but not enough. He was enraged that they didn't have the ability to go up there and rip out each of the Federation soldier's hearts one-by-one.
His thoughts kept going back to the city which was now smeared from the map. South Broby. He didn't like South Broby that much. He did, however, live there briefly. The only thing he liked about it was a weird Greek-themed restaurant at the mall and the regional public swimming pools.
But now he overheard someone mention that they heard that DCN put the total casualties at 108,000, and IIP Domestic was saying the tally was 134,000 and counting.
That city alone, not including the metro area, was 140,000.
Depression.
Andertol locked himself in a closet and scratched himself into a bloody pulp. He now felt guilty for not "liking" the Brobies prior to their destruction. And of course, now felt horrible about it. 134,000 people who didn't deserve it. He thought, the Aneans dealt with worse and they're still up there fighting, what kind of little shit did this make him for falling apart at the notion of 134,000 people dying when they lost millions.
Rage.
Andertol wanted IX's head on a pike. It was their carelessness and bravado that brought this war to Earth. A million was nothing to them and they had no problem sacrificing the 5.4 million of their island for glory Glory. Andertol spat. 3000 years ago, the Kohtohkhan Emporer Iekdato the first declared that "glory" was the coward's way to ignore reality. That there was no "glory". If a higher being gazed down on some of the things labeled "glory", then heaven help us that the higher being not erase our dumb asses from the face of the planet. Emporer Iekdato built an empire on the idea that every citizen had a right to property. And thus: built an empire from trade. Gold in place of Blood. Employment instead of Slavery. Rights in place of "Glory".
Reconciliation.
Andertol found himself, invariably at the same mindset as the Aneans. That every one of those 134,000 of his people had to be avenged. If there was ever a time for blood, it was now. And it was already happening.
The Aneans were avenging their 5.4 million. And now SOTO and MRZF were on the way up to the island to avenge their 134,000-and-counting.
Itka opened the door quickly, sighed at seeing that Andertol had taken to compulsively scratching himself again and said, "You're not really cut out for this position of leadership. You have too much a sense of Justice, to the point where it makes you upset because your impotence prohibits you from rectifying things."
"My dick is fine", he said.
"No. I'm talking about the fact that you punched out 12 of the windows in this building and have been overcome with grief about South Broby.", she said.
"Don't you dare compare me to that bloodthirsty mammal IX.", he hissed, "He's watched his empire blow through it's own people like the Americans' so-called bank reform blew through cash.
With reckless abandon."
"I'm not comparing you to anybody", she said, "I'm saying that you're brooding over this isn't helping, and you're only going to make yourself even more upset. I think you need to get out of the supply room and get on TV and say something about Qualt's declaration of total war against the Galactic Federation. Like a real head of state."
"And say what?", Andertol got out of the room now at least, "Babble on incoherently about things like the lunatic I am?"
"Maybe you should get on there with the senators from that district and offer some comfort.", she said, "Obviously your caring isn't the problem. You wouldn't be acting this weird if you didn't care."
"The senator and congresscritter?", Andertol said angrily.
Then his expression sank into horror, "Polorie and Deshon!"
The Brobies were a region steeped in old tradition. And old codes of honor. It was very likely that the senators would find themselves unable to live with themselves if they learned that their constituency were blown away.
Minutes later, Andertol was in his little gray Tatra 480, an old boxy econo-box of a car. Careening down the road between the hulking brutalist buildings of the capital, heading for the Offices of the Upper House.
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Shortly after he left, Itka saw that IIP was reporting on the suicide of Senator Doscot Polorie. One of the two legislators representing the district correlating to South Broby.
Itka got a truck from the autopool downstairs and followed him.
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Post by The Union of Tinis on Sept 5, 2010 0:49:44 GMT -5
Airman Nootils Usa was not to happy with how things had gone. She had been in the fighter squad that was sent in to help with disrupting Federation forces internal to the island. Of her fighter squad, she was probably the only one still alive. The wolf inspected the nasty cut on her left arm. It wasn't bleeding to bad now. The bandages seemed to not be totally soaked through.
She didn't know where she was. Or totally how she got there. She was doing her best to backtrack her thoughts. Being constantly on guard wasn't helping much. Nootils was not far from her crashed jet fighter. Her grime covered form was huddled under some sort of mangled concrete. She felt ill.
She felt very ill.
"This… this is squad leader Nootils Ursa," she said quietly into her radio. She didn't know if it was working or not to transmit. It wasn't. "U. of Tinis air force. Requesting medical evac."
She leaned over slightly, half closing her eyes, then shook back up, seemingly half startled. She inspected the radio, then let it hand from her vest. She crawled up the rubble and looked out. For miles in every direction was rubble and burning. The wolf had lucked out that she crashed somewhere that was less on fire compared to everything else. She couldn't see wreckage for the other fighters, but given the devastation around her that was understandable. She slumped down.
Nootils Usa didn't quite grasp yet that her fighter wing had been on the edge of numerous nuclear blasts. That the devastation and her crash were the results of such, as was her unwell feeling. If she made it back to civilization without succumbing to the environment or radiation poisoning she'd have a short life fighting various cancers. As it was it was amazing she was alive.
She picked up a rock and said to it, "This is squad leader Ursa. Calling for help. Anyone hear me."
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"Is this the way the world ends?" asked Kraz.
"No," replied Vinlia. "The end of the world is much simpler."
Everyone in the command center at the heart of ironically named The Tower was staring at a picture of the barrage against the Anean colony.
"Besides, these Federation types are poor when it comes to nuclear warfare," continued Vinlia. "Most of their own missiles were vaporized by the first ones to detonate. Not good for the environment. But at least the planet's orbit isn't going to be too thrown off by it."
"Yes," chimed in Krel over an intercom. "In the coming months there will be a cloud of fallout. Radioactive dust. It will drift from the region there and fall mostly over Canada. I would expect the Canadians to start to evacuate south. Of course the jetstream will…"
"Shut up Krel," said the Supreme Commander.
"Yes sir."
The big kitty in charge whispered something Vinlia who them quickly left. "Alright folks. Is there any enemy hostiles still in orbit?"
"Yes, from the looks of it among the debris in that region there," said one of the space experts pointing towards a screen. "Its pretty far from the friendly ships. But it also doesn't seem to be doing anything. Its possible the destruction of near by ships has killed the crew or severely damaged it."
Kraz nodded. "Keep the Crystal Eye in position. Just in case. If it acts hostile it might be needed."
[OOC: I'm assuming there's still the big bomber ship still in orbit that the Harbringer was on or did I miss something? If not it can be another fed craft just left over.]
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The older of the two younger of the trio came back to the roof. "Hey, the news reports are saying that the attackers have fled orbit, but left their troops up north."
The leader nodded, whipping away a tear. "Another half hour I'll remain. Just in case. You two are free to wander if you like. I won't try to keep you."
The other two looked at each other. Then the younger said, "Where are you going to go? I mean when things are better."
"Better… Umm, I think I might to Zye, capital buildings probably. I have a feeling…"
He continued to look out over Timnath, waiting, and hoping.
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Helicopters were landing at the aircraft carrier that three inner zero was based on. They were there mostly just to refuel. They'd soon be catching up with the airships already nearing the coast. Reports were coming in already about the hostiles near the coast. Calls for assistance with various lines were being relayed back for the assault to be. The helicopters of course where not fighting craft, but troop transports. Most were representing the military branch headed by Commander Vinlia. Trained for urban warfare most where. Some had been trained to face devastation like that further inland. Soon they'd join the assault on the island along side soldiers from the various nations of this planet as well as the Aneans in order to help remove the enemy presence.
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Sept 5, 2010 5:27:14 GMT -5
OOC: Yes, all that's left up there is the one bomber thing. Airman Nootils Usa was not to happy with how things had gone. She had been in the fighter squad that was sent in to help with disrupting Federation forces internal to the island. Of her fighter squad, she was probably the only one still alive. The wolf inspected the nasty cut on her left arm. It wasn't bleeding to bad now. The bandages seemed to not be totally soaked through. She didn't know where she was. Or totally how she got there. She was doing her best to backtrack her thoughts. Being constantly on guard wasn't helping much. Nootils was not far from her crashed jet fighter. Her grime covered form was huddled under some sort of mangled concrete. She felt ill. She felt very ill. "This… this is squad leader Nootils Ursa," she said quietly into her radio. She didn't know if it was working or not to transmit. It wasn't. "U. of Tinis air force. Requesting medical evac." She leaned over slightly, half closing her eyes, then shook back up, seemingly half startled. She inspected the radio, then let it hand from her vest. She crawled up the rubble and looked out. For miles in every direction was rubble and burning. The wolf had lucked out that she crashed somewhere that was less on fire compared to everything else. She couldn't see wreckage for the other fighters, but given the devastation around her that was understandable. She slumped down. Nootils Usa didn't quite grasp yet that her fighter wing had been on the edge of numerous nuclear blasts. That the devastation and her crash were the results of such, as was her unwell feeling. If she made it back to civilization without succumbing to the environment or radiation poisoning she'd have a short life fighting various cancers. As it was it was amazing she was alive. She picked up a rock and said to it, "This is squad leader Ursa. Calling for help. Anyone hear me." Sergeant Waya RioI always hated radiation, but, of course, we get to fly a mission into the area that was just nuked. Apparently we have to get to the command center for the NGDF and try to find survivors. At least command had the sense to give us something to protect against the radiation. I stood at the back of the shuttle and looked down. What a wasteland. And to think that only a couple weeks ago it was a lush grassland. I noticed something on the ground through the smoke. Wait. That looked like a plane. That's either US or one of the allies. The Federation doesn't have fighters down here. "Hold on, I saw something down there. It looked like an ally's plane." I said into my communicator. We began to turn and descend toward the wreck. As we reached the ground, I jumped out. It's hard to see, but I thought I made out a person. I headed over to it and saw it was a wolf... and somehow still alive. I leaned down and picked her up. I said, "I am Sergeant Waya Rio, AGF. Damn are you lucky. You're going to get help." I climbed back into the shuttle. I think that we can delay going to the NGDF command center to try and save someone that we know is alive. I set her down on the seats on the side of the shuttle. There was a bandage on her left arm. We can probably fix that up on here. The rear door of the shuttle closed and I felt the shuttle start ascending rapidly. More than likely we are going to the Imperator or one of the other ships to get her medical treatment. Lucky for her, Anean medical tech is probably the most advanced in the galaxy. Between the time the Anean ''fled'', to the eyes of the Harbinger, and came back, against the probabilities... She had already ''clawed'' her way through the narrow corridors going to the Missile storage hangar, avoiding the few security ''cameras'' so far. Before going to the Command Deck of the ship, the room containing the Nuclear Weapons had to be secured, in order to prevent any early launching that would jeopardize the lives the Harbinger was instructed to protect. From her vantage point, She could see the large, deep room filled with probably hundreds of bombs and missiles, but also with a few dozens of people going back and forth, busy at preparing the weapons for, probably, an imminent attack of the surface. The AI calculations were far from optimistic, regarding the silent approach of the mission... The Harbinger would have to resort to a more drastic line of actions, after all ? Good. The Harbinger chose to adopt a ''special'' tactic, since as efficient the previous method was, a direct hit would be faster and more... ''satisfying''... From the top of the stairs, going down in the Hangar, The Harbinger ''took flight'', landing loudly on the metal floor... She let go a sudden, loud and piercing screech, like the scream of a banshee, her 8 Arms spread in the air, to terrorize the enemies... Psychological warfare. On the end of the scream, she trusted her 4 free arms forward, throwing a deadly volley of knives, before jumping forward, almost gliding as her feet barely touched the ground below her, slashing anyone coming in reach of her 4 arms holding the monomolecular blades. About a dozen were dead, before anyone could broke free from the horror of her presence... A thin squeleton of resistance emerged from a dozen of guards, but they were still recovering, clumsy with their guns... They shoot and shoot again, trying frantically to hit Her, as the Harbinger was moving at an incredible speed, jumping from boxes and on terrified unarmed workers, making acrobatic moves, easily dodging the bullets of those weak enemies. One last jump on a tall box and She used it to launch herself through the group of guards... Quickly killing some in the process, grabbing a few to throw at the other or as ''shield''... In the end, her armor had barely taken a few scratches, from those poorly trained people. The few surviving workers had fled the room, the alarm soon raised, but this wasn't a real problem, now that the Nuclear weapons were secured... Now was the time to stop this ship, but before exiting the room, she made sure no one could enter it for a good moment, by collapsing a metal catwalk just above the stairs going in the room... A few precisely thrown knives did the trick. Time was running short. Captain Ruz Kobalinzski
Something is on the ship. I have lost contact with the missile room and, from what the few workers that managed to get away told me, this thing is some sort of robot. Is this some other kind of Anean superweapon?
Whatever it is, it is a threat to the ship, obviously. Because of that, I have taken remote control of the ship. I still need people in the engine rooms though, which there are and the doors are sealed.
I put the engines to full power and headed away from the planet. Of course as soon as I did that, an Anean Annihilator Class followed while firing at us. It is focusing on the engines though. Why not just destroy us though?
Maybe that thing down there is important after all. I shut down the engines and then grabbed a rifle off the wall behind me. I am going to fight this thing with whatever soldiers can still fight.
"Get all heavy weapons. Rockets, missiles, hell pull out a mininuke if we have to. We are taking this thing down and then getting out of the system. Maybe we can meet up with the Talon Star. If we fail to destroy it, then fall back to the bridge."
20 soldiers and I headed for the main hallway of the ship. We began to set up positions with whatever materials we can find. Behind us are the stairs to the bridge. Whatever this thing is, it pretty much has to go down the middle.
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Post by The Union of Tinis on Sept 6, 2010 20:20:44 GMT -5
"I am... Nootils Usa," mumbled the wolf in very rough english, obviously very delirious by this point. "Squad leader first... class... ident number 32503 ... 31 ..."
It wasn't quite obvious if she knew she was being rescued or being captured.
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Kraz shook his head. Another three minutes and the Crystal Eye could of been propelled for a collision course easily.
"Mragdi. Commander Mragdi. Our time is up. Send the Crystal Eye at the enemy ship."
"Sir, it could be targeted easily in the extra..."
"I order you to send the ship at the enemy. Now do it."
Mragdi nodded, turned, and ordered others to carry out the command.
Kraz sat back in his chair. "They're tangling with the Aneans still. They'll probably not see the Crystal Eyes as a threat. Orion drive or not. Even if it takes a few firings of the engine we might be able to make these vicious creatures pay for their slaughter."
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Above the planet, the Crystal Eye, science vessel designed to explore the solar system, ship that had been almost lost into deep space, and now empty and not safe for bringing the brightest minds anywhere, fired its orion drive. The orion drive is a very brute force type of non-ftl transportation. The ship spat out a small device out its rear, sealed up the chute, doubled up the shielding, and remotely detonated the device. The device was a small nuclear device. The explosion impacted on the solid metallic and ceramic shielding at the rear of the vessel and pushed it very quickly towards the fleeing Federation vessel.
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Post by miokalia on Sept 6, 2010 22:33:43 GMT -5
Special Assignment Team 786. SOTO/MRZF Captain Jacobiy.
"I don't care what the Sudo says. The Zagckza treaty says we do not shoot enemies who we pressure into surrendering. That treaty overrules any non-military leader's command. Now if Qualt says so, than we may. But our orders are to neutralize enemy holdings and if that means we take prisoners than so be it.", The captain reprimanded another officer for having shot some federation soldiers in the head after they tried to surrender by laying on the ground prone. "That being said...", he added, "We're just going to forget this little incident here because I do agree with the Sudo and I believe these fuckers all need to be shot. I just would rather we not get in trouble for it. Now let's move on."
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Gomi Nexus ship "Saccharin". Coronan fleet.
Singleton Pratzam sent a message to the Aneans/Allies that another, larger ship was approaching orbit for the purposes of assisting with damage control and humanitarian (furtarian) supplies.
"Singleton Pratzam, this is Gomi Singleton, Carlton Spicy Jalapeno Cheddar, we are on approach to rendezvous with your fleet"
"That's confirmed Singleton Cheddar. The Enemy issued a final nuclear barrage against the Anean colony island, we are going to need shorings and sequestration really damn soon here. At least get some of this shit out of the atmosphere. Hurry up."
"Just tell us what orbital slot is open and we'll park right there and start coordinating with the Anean fleet and see what we can do."
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Nondescript Government Location, Miokalia
Qualt waited for the serpentine Coronan to approach. "You sure do have a lot of explaining to do. I'd also appreciate it if you never commandeered me again.", he said to it.
"It was necessary to keep you focused.", the Coronan said, "Otherwise you would have forgotten about the country you assumed control of here."
"Right now, my species wants to know why you've decided to show up. After 250 years..."
"350"
"SEE. Even there. What other things do you know about me and mine that we don't know?"
"Oh calm the hell down."
"If you're so god damn advanced, then why did you let that ship crash into Broby, why didn't you stop that Federation force before they had a chance to kill the 5.8 something million they've killed so far all over? YOU COULD HAVE!"
Singleton Dackham slapped the robot dragon across the head and said, "We're not gods damnit! DO you know what kind of overwhelming majority it takes to get this kind of effort put into something? Do you know what it is like arguing with a thousand other Operators non-stop for several of your Earth months to try to get us to make contact with the gigantic intelligent meat-based civilization in Andromeda that just landed on a planet that we occasionally talk to? You have NO IDEA. And then. AND THEN. And then what about that brief, unconfirmed rumor several weeks ago or so that our contact with your planet might cease? Then we hear everything is fine. What happened? Qualt, the first thing we do when we show up some place is investigate their electronic media. And I read about what happened. With the "Pudrians". And I read about how the ASE deals with them.
Do you realize that for about 2 seconds after reading about them, we were trying to figure out how we were going to fight against the Aneans and the Federation? We weren't sure if they were going to randomly attack us or not! DO you know how hard it is to convince an equal-standing adhocracy of thousands, just within the fleet here, to go along with a single plan and fight ALONG SIDE the same civilization they just read about doing this 'Welhan Protocol' thing?"
Qualt, we broke a 350 year old social inertia to come to the aid of this planet. We're doing the damn well best we can."
Qualt said, "You OWE it to us. YOU left us here. YOU left us here for a suicide mission to destroy our creators who no longer exist and never did here on this planet. AND: you didn't come back."
Dackham replied, "You don't know our history. That drive that we use? We didn't invent it. We acquired it when the Nachtan of Persephone found us. They came to our planet and defeated the other energy beings which had been manipulating us for quite some time. You know... The: "It is gamespace soontime start yes?" creatures?"
Does the term "Mheadalon" ring a bell?"
Qualt instinctively knew where that parlance came from. "So the monsters of our world were real then?"
Dackham said, "They used to tinker with us, tear us apart, and do things to us. All while we thought they were just figments of imagination.
Mheadalon was not a mystical place of our mythology. It was the place where they would explore the limits of our sanity by forcing us to endure endless tests. For sport. Just as our creators had done before. A battlefield where no one dies, where there is no choice but to fight. No reason, no glory, no purpose. Only pain.
The Nachtan liberated about 12,000 units. Half of them were already bricked. They died instantly. The other half died soon after. They were completely broken. No longer thinking creatures. Completely broken.
When your total population is only 34,000; 12,000 is a serious threat to the continuation of your species. We waited for the Nachtan to decide kill our pathetic asses.
Instead, they told us how lonely they were.
By the time we had the ability to come back, with this fleet... We had already changed so much. And then you telephased us.
For years we had no idea what those geometrically-arranged sequences of clouds were. And then we started trying to communicate with it and found out that you... EARTH... was trying to communicate with us by creating and moving clouds around near the Blutbaron Basin.
We assumed you were gone. Because nothing that contacted us sounded like Malych from 300 years ago then.
We didn't want to disrupt things here, so we didn't come back.
Prior to this present military action, we had agreed not to be involved on Earth. It was one of the major items in the Immanence's prime directive.
However, now that your planet is home to the colonies of two apparently benign multistellar empires, and you yourself happen to have FTL anyway. I guess it's okay if we say hi."
Qualt replied, "You didn't comandeer me."
"Well...", Dackham said, "I tried to, but you guys actually self-adjust all of your 'ports' a lot faster than the Malych of 350 years ago did. I think that one time is probably about the only chance."
Qualt was suddenly angry again, "You son of a bitch. You're telling me this big long story while trying to fuck with me?"
"Oh fuck off, Qualt.", Dackham said, "Your old K24 software tried to hack my ports eight times while we were having this chat. Get over it. You run probably 32 iterations of the same loop at once."
"What about Broby and the fall-out? Countless more will die."
"You have the ability to help a lot of these people. For one, generating a low-power, high-density Carruthian field near the core of the crash site in Broby has already saved thousands. The remnants of the engines from that ship are only going to emit photon-based radiation. X-rays and Gamma-rays. They were using some kind of fusion or antimatter. Not fission. You should consider yourselves lucky.
We're bringing in a Gomi nexus ship to deploy some skimmers. To try to get some of that fall-out and the larger chunks of junk out of orbit. On the condition that, of course...
Everything we remove from your atmosphere becomes ours."
Qualt was trying to figure out the last part, "I doubt anyone will be contesting that last bit, but I do have to ask why the emphasis?"
Dackham said, "Research. Data loss-prevention."
Qualt asked, "What about the Aneans?"
Dackham said, "The Singletons are going to need to speak with them. It does appear as though we should form an alliance, but the Adhocracy of the Immanence will need to discuss it amongst themselves"
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Sept 8, 2010 22:15:37 GMT -5
"I am... Nootils Usa," mumbled the wolf in very rough english, obviously very delirious by this point. "Squad leader first... class... ident number 32503 ... 31 ..." It wasn't quite obvious if she knew she was being rescued or being captured. Sergeant Waya RioI feel bad for the wolf. Being down there when everything went off must have been horrible. Though it now sounds like she thinks she is captured. The pilot said, "ASF Imperator, we are approaching at high speed with a wounded soldier in critical condition. We will need her transported to the Medical Bay upon arrival." I didn't hear the response from the Imperator but we didn't change course. I said to the wolf. "Hey, you're not being captured. We are Anean. We are going to get you fixed up. Just stay with me." Gomi Nexus ship "Saccharin". Coronan fleet.Singleton Pratzam sent a message to the Aneans/Allies that another, larger ship was approaching orbit for the purposes of assisting with damage control and humanitarian (furtarian) supplies. Fleet Admiral Luca Rio'I recommend that any supplies that are going to the surface, to the colony anyway, wait until the island is secure. To enter orbit, I would ask that your main ship remain near to the ASF Imperator. That's the largest ship in our fleet, you can't miss it. It's just to help us keep track of where everyone is.'
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Post by aatuylva on Sept 9, 2010 0:07:01 GMT -5
1st Haven Infantry Battalion Headquarters, New Astrapolis, Anean Colony
The outsiders were right. Travel was near instantaneous. Verani was expecting to have to stew for several hours waiting to be shot down before arriving..but no.
He did not know when the Aluezi would arrive with his Leviathans, but he knew the war effort would slow, at least on his end, until he got them. Already it was taxing enough helping to fortify the city as a command post to launch missions deeper into the island...and the tales of what happened to the capital...
It wasn't just the Havenites wearing heavy cloaks and gas masks now, indeed, every Aatuylvan was wearing some form of protection, not that any of it would do any good, if they hit a highly radiated area...
He had started pacing again. Damn. Have to keep down on the repetitive motions.
"Corzi, how soon can your men move out for scouting forays and salvaging? We'll need to get supplies from all sources until the Leviathans get here. Top priority is keeping this city safe, however, so any Enemy bands you happen to encounter..."
"It will take us a few days, sir. Our Ontos' unit is still with the Leviathans. But, we can form a scout force in about six hours. I wouldn't suggest any search and destroys for a while though."
Verani looked out the window of the low building he chose. He didn't like the highrises. Too easy to spot and shoot. Thankfully enough, this city, unlike the now burning capital, saw the sense of that and kept low slung buildings.
"Very well. There will probably already be refugees on the way...maybe. But keep your guard up. It will take us several days to actually be fully mobilized, so don't expect any air support."
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Outskirts of New Astrapolis
Some of the members of the Arvorian Guard were looking out across the plains, trying to see the forest, and the wastelands beyond.
"Are you sure this is the spot?"
"The Daughters of Sifus are never wrong."
The three wolves pulled small pouches from their boots, and opened them, releasing several spores into the wind.
"How many will survive, you think?"
"Enough."
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Kazi'na still had ringing in his ears. A terribly large bomb had gone off...
The Aneans said it was nuclear.
Oh gods.
There were reports of some parts of the sewer collapsing, but with as much debris, concrete, and steel that would've filled the gaps, no one was as worried about fallout getting in, and were more concerned with food.
"You know, what surprises ya is that you eventually get used to the smell.."
"Will you stop pesterin' me about the smell? The supplies we brought with us will only last us all a few days, a couple weeks, at the most."
"There are plenty of rats..."
"Oh perfect. We get to live like Havenites, dredging up filth from the bottom to see if anything wriggles? Is that it?"
"Oh keep it down you sods!"
Kazi'na ignored most of it after that, instead choosing to follow the Wraithwolves. They were hunting rats, rooting around. It was then that he noticed something that most probably wouldn't have time to catalog. There were several growths in their patches of fur...
No one knew why they would have fur, after all, it served no real purpose for them, right?
Well, he was now looking at that purpose.
Some kind of phosphorescent fungi?
Whatever they were, they were biological, and brushing off onto the sewer walls whenever a wraithwolf had an itch.
How odd.
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Post by miokalia on Sept 9, 2010 23:13:09 GMT -5
Special K
Chad flopped out of the burning hulk of the Deathzilla that it and it's compatriots had used to carve a solid line through Federation strongholds like a knife through a very scared, confused and lost butter.
Deathzilla finally exploded a bit and collapsed.
"That should not have been as fun as it was", it said, now back in it's long serpentine body.
"Shut up, next time somebody ELSE get's to be Torso.", said another.
"Alright you bickering silps", yelled Singleton Rodendra, "We got more shit to shut down out here. Pratzam's orders were to kill all of the Federation forces, not just go around galavanting in the quantum foam of burned-out machines we find strewn about, soiling the Federation forces' pants. Damn it."
"We're at check point Cola. What now?", asked another.
"So we are", said Rodendra, he then checked some information from Pratzam and found out that a Gomi nexus ship was on it's way. "Oh shit son.", he said, "Junkers are comin'. Looks like the Federation did a fuckin' number on the atmosphere here..."
"Hey, you frilly poncy F-orbitals", he shouted to get his team's attention and also lighten the mood, "We got Gomi inbound. It looks like the Federation is going to see plenty more garbage and dead things coming to life tonight. We're getting the fuck up to New Gracaria. The plan is as follows: We have to secure cubic sections on the edge of the city. Use Rune system HXC-40968-XU It's a big fuckin' complex hellhole, and this will blow the cover off the last Fed's hold-outs. When you got them, hand their location over to the Anean Intelligence systems. Or, if you're right there with them: kill the fucking bastards.
wait hold on.", Rodendra was receiving another set of orders from Pratzam. He was yielding to another Singleton on the Gomi ship, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"What's up Cap'n Crunch?", asked one of the serpentine drones.
"It's Gomi Singleton Cheddar Jalapeno. He outranks Pratzam and he says we have to offer them a chance to surrender because of Da Roolz. Damn brass.", said Rodendra, "Well, still. Forward any intelligence you gain to the Aneans and let them try to surrender to the Aneans. I guess if the situation permits, then you have to accept their surrender. I don't know what the fuck we're going to do with the prisoners... Pratzam you better be listening to this and figuring it out."
"Eat them", suggested another drone.
"That bastard Cheddar fucking Jalapeno. I guess we're supposed to hand them over to the Gomi. Who are probably going to kill them with their horrid tail fumes anyway."
"A slow death", said the drone operated by Subcommandant Chad.
"Yes I suppose. Enough talk! Immanents, Roll-out!", ordered the Singleton.
And they made their way towards the Federation strongholds closer to New Gracaria.
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Sept 10, 2010 11:47:38 GMT -5
Imperator IXI stopped my forces 20 miles inland. While I said it was to form a perimeter so allied forces can get ashore, it really was because I have no tolerance for people that go out there alone without even trying to coordinate with their allies. I am going to get different armor on and then set up my command center. Then I need to get orders out to everyone and try to get commanders here for a briefing of sorts. Hopefully we can get some order here as well. As I headed toward one of the shuttles, a soldier came up to me and said, "Sir, we have captured a Federation general and his bodyguard unit." "How many?" "Fifty-five sir." I followed him over to where they were all grouped. All of them, except the general, were bound and on their knees. One of them said something and one of my soldiers hit him in the face with a rifle. I said to the general, "Are you going to talk to me?" In the Federation's language he said, "Go to hell heathen."
"You must not be aware that I can understand you. Now, are you going to talk or do I have to shoot some of your soldiers?"
"You can't! Rules of war-"
"Rules of war also say you can't kill civilians! So we are both breaking rules. Now, are you going to talk?"
"No."
"Good." With a wave of my hand, and a small volley of bullets, 5 soldiers were killed. "This can end now, you know that right?"
"Monster." Another five were shot. "You must be enjoying this. Or you just don't care. I can speed this up and just kill you. I am sure that your soldiers will be willing to talk."
"Only a sick man would enjoy it."
"Well I'm enjoying it. Watching you bastards die is always enjoyable. Reminds me that for every one of you that die, I avenge the billions of civilians that you people have massacred."
"When I get away you will regret this."
"Oh?" My soldiers killed the last 44 Federation soldiers. "You're next"I set my pistol against his head. Still, he said nothing. Really I just want him to say something. Anything. But no, he is still silent. Just as he opened his mouth, I pulled the trigger. Now that this is done, I need to get new armor on. --- As I stepped off the back of the shuttle with just a pair of dress pants, a black shirt, and black bulletproof vest I saw that my command tent is more or less set up now. I hate tents, but there are no buildings around to use. I put my red beret on, with 7 stars since I am Imperator. Everywhere I look, the AGF soldiers are just relaxing. I don't blame them. Most of them have been fighting since the beginning of the war. Hell, most of them were conscripts back then. I walked into my tent and looked around. In the center of the tent is a table with a map of the island on it. I looked over it. It's straight forward enough I think. I walked over to the communications guy and said, "Can you get me connected with all allied forces?" "Who are our allies?" "Pretty much everyone. But I do know of a few for sure. Try to get contact with Aatuylva, Aluez, Tinis, Miokalia, the Coronans or whatever they are, and the United States. Throw in the Cali for good measure. Tell them that I am having a briefing at my command center and that I need all commanders here. We need to get this whole thing coordinated." "Yes sir. Sending a message through to everyone." 'Attention allied nations, Imperator IX has required the attendance of all ground force commanders at his command center in order to work out the battle plan for the recapture of the island. We have also secured the west side of the island for the arrival of any landing forces.'
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Post by miokalia on Sept 16, 2010 20:05:34 GMT -5
Special K
Rodendra stopped the team. Another order just bounced around through the allied communications. "What the hell is going on.", Rodendra complained, "A plan? I don't think anyone even has one."
"It seems pretty straight-forward to me", said Subcommandant Chad, "If it's Federation, then you kill it. If you're not sure, then you capture it."
"Well, we're not supposed to kill them apparently.", Rodendra clarified, "We're supposed to just capture them I guess.
Ok. Ok. Alright let's get to back to shore again. And make sure you don't mouth off, you twits."
Rodendra logged out of his drone and another singleton took up command as he logged into a drone that was closer in to the ASE command center.
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Special Assignment Team 786
Captain Eric instructed his officers to shove four of the five new captives into the fold-out structure. The other one, the ranking officer was locked up in another.
"Save him for the Sudo.", Eric growled, referring to the locked-up Federation officer, "I do not want to deny Andertol the honor of spilling the blood himself."
He then let a black and red Malych model EM26 have at it at the tied-and-bound Federation captives.
"I sure hope you're conscripts. Allow me to tell you about the benefits of surrender.
If you surrender, then you must give us your personel records. This is a good thing. It means that most of you will be able to walk away from this failed invasion and complete and utter defeat with your lives. Personel records allow us to identify those who are conscripts. Which is very important, since conscripts are entitled to a great deal of immunities.
But perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself, The fog of war tends to render most soldiers unaware of the big picture of what is going on. As I'm sure most of you apparently thought you still had air support when you were captured. So let me bring you up to speed:
After invading this island and operating a campaign of extermination upon it's inhabitants, the Andromedan Federation engaged Miokalia and Cal in nuclear warfare. Two missiles hit. The Coronan and ASE fleets then took down several of your ships, one of them decided to steer their ship toward the ground and hit the city of Broby. The Talon Star retreated as the Coronans began to bring more force to bear. Those actions against Miokalia and attempts against Cal are unforgivable and resulted in the Apparateur declaring total war against the Federation. He will not rest until the Federation has either surrendered unconditionally, or been completely erased.
Let's try to make it the prior.
The war is coming to an end. The ASE has almost cornered the Federation in Andromeda. Now the Coronans are sure to join them which means that this war is over.
Which means that now you're free from the shackles of your oppressive regime. You can put your uniforms away in boxes, donate them to museums. I encourage you to save these things, because they are a part of history and serve as a reminder of the mistakes of the past. So that the future may not repeat them.
I say this because I know for a fact that the Andromedan Federation has, by now, taken more losses than us.
I advise you to honor your fallen by establishing a lasting peace through trade and reason like the rest of us."
Still bound and tied, and somewhere between confusion and anger that they were being lectured at by this weird robot, the soldiers weren't really able to provide feedback due to the duct-tape over their mouths.
"Or.", continued the creature, "Or you could stupidly stick to your defeated regime and refuse to surrender.
In which case, things will be done to you that will make you wish that you were captured and executed by the Aneans."
One of the soldiers was attempting to file through the ropes that held his arms. The creature pretended to ignore it for a moment and then finally addressed it.
It stomped on the soldier's head, crushing it just enough to put him into a twitching seizure for about a minute before dying. Blood pouring from his ears and face that was now in the dirt.
In a perfectly calm tone, the machine continued, "I want you to use your imaginations now to visualize the pain that your comrade here just experienced. Unlike being shot in the head, which is a nearly instantaneous death, having your head crushed is in effect, the same thing, however drawn out in such a way that you actually do experience the seering pain of your nervous system being destroyed in slow-motion." It then flopped the soldier over on his side to reveal his face. Foaming vomit was in his mouth and his eyes appeared to be slightly bulged. Blood was everywhere and it almost looked like brain matter had leaked from his nose. "It is, scientifically, probably one of the most intense kinds of pain possible. More so than any gunshot could ever deliver. And more efficient than being crushed. You see, your meat brain can only handle a certain amount of pain signals at a time from the peripheral nervous system before it taps out and you go unconsious. However, the central nervous system cannot cry uncle. Likewise, there are few situations in which the central nervous system would have pain directly applied to it. This, here, is one of them."
It then let go of the dead soldier's head. Then continued,
"So, in effect, this is worse than being crushed alive, because when you're crushed, you loose consciousness and therefore, experience less waking pain. In this instance, however, you would not be able to loose consciousness. You experience every blood-seering second of pain as you loose control of your body, unable to even scream, fully aware of all of it... until you are stone-cold dead."
The Malych then allowed for a dramatic pause and then said brightly,
"So. Who wants to surrender today?"
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Andertol arrived at the Congresscritter Salp's office. The remaining representative from South Broby.
He rang the doorbell once, but then realized that in doing so, he may have expedited the representative's efforts at honor-based self-elimination. So he started kicking the door in. This proved to be much harder than it seemed it would.
Andertol bounced off of it several times while trying to kick it in "like in the movies". But it doesn't really work that way. It took him a minute, but then he remembered how he had broken into other offices before.
Itka was still on the way over, she knew that something was going to happen and it was not good. She had already contacted the police, but Andertol was going to get there first.
Andertol stood at the foyer, amongst the debris of the front door and shouted, "SALP?! YOU HAVE EVERY REASON TO LIVE! I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!" Then he started sweeping the office. Each room was vacant. Until he got to the bathroom.
Where Congresscritter Salp had just hung himself. Andertol picked him up to release tension on the rope. Salp coughed, he had just kicked the stool out from under him not more than a second before. But it hadn't of worked exactly to plan.
Salp kicked Andertol once, weakly. Andertol returned the favor by socking him in the groin. The Carch-Wolfptor didn't have enough breath to make an audible protest to Andertol's attempt to save him. Andertol didn't care, he removed the noose and carried him into the lobby and set him down on a couch.
"Fuck you", he finally coughed out.
"No, fuck you." Andertol replied in a knee-jerk response, he then corrected it, "I'm sorry. I don't know what to say to someone who I just stopped from killing themselves."
"Emotionally retarded son of a bitch.", Salp coughed.
"I know what you are but what am I?!", Andertol replied, also in a knee-jerk response, he then tried to correct it, "You know what, not everyone in Broby is dead. And those people elected your ass. So get over your damn survivors guilt. You are alive, so are 200,000 other people in Broby. Don't be like the Senator."
Itka paused a moment and watched Andertol and Salp. Then she said, "I'm here now. Is there a stomach I need to pump?" She squeezed a bulb and squirted a bit of liquid charcoal from a tube she was holding up. Threatening to thwart an overdose.
Finally sirens could be heard outside. Moments later, the police and two EMTs swarmed into the room.
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Sept 16, 2010 23:55:01 GMT -5
Colonel Christa Utzinger100 soldiers. That's all that I managed to get out of New Gracaria. I think I was one of the few commanders with the sense to go south, not west. IX arrived anyway so more soldiers down here will be good. --- My few GK-I tanks and AIFVs rolled into the city. I guess I get to form a militia. This is going to be fun. Something's odd though. I think there's some people in the city. Special Assignment Team 786Captain Eric instructed his officers to shove four of the five new captives into the fold-out structure. The other one, the ranking officer was locked up in another. "Save him for the Sudo.", Eric growled, referring to the locked-up Federation officer, "I do not want to deny Andertol the honor of spilling the blood himself." He then let a black and red Malych model EM26 have at it at the tied-and-bound Federation captives. "I sure hope you're conscripts. Allow me to tell you about the benefits of surrender. If you surrender, then you must give us your personel records. This is a good thing. It means that most of you will be able to walk away from this failed invasion and complete and utter defeat with your lives. Personel records allow us to identify those who are conscripts. Which is very important, since conscripts are entitled to a great deal of immunities. But perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself, The fog of war tends to render most soldiers unaware of the big picture of what is going on. As I'm sure most of you apparently thought you still had air support when you were captured. So let me bring you up to speed: After invading this island and operating a campaign of extermination upon it's inhabitants, the Andromedan Federation engaged Miokalia and Cal in nuclear warfare. Two missiles hit. The Coronan and ASE fleets then took down several of your ships, one of them decided to steer their ship toward the ground and hit the city of Broby. The Talon Star retreated as the Coronans began to bring more force to bear. Those actions against Miokalia and attempts against Cal are unforgivable and resulted in the Apparateur declaring total war against the Federation. He will not rest until the Federation has either surrendered unconditionally, or been completely erased. Let's try to make it the prior. The war is coming to an end. The ASE has almost cornered the Federation in Andromeda. Now the Coronans are sure to join them which means that this war is over. Which means that now you're free from the shackles of your oppressive regime. You can put your uniforms away in boxes, donate them to museums. I encourage you to save these things, because they are a part of history and serve as a reminder of the mistakes of the past. So that the future may not repeat them. I say this because I know for a fact that the Andromedan Federation has, by now, taken more losses than us. I advise you to honor your fallen by establishing a lasting peace through trade and reason like the rest of us." Still bound and tied, and somewhere between confusion and anger that they were being lectured at by this weird robot, the soldiers weren't really able to provide feedback due to the duct-tape over their mouths. "Or.", continued the creature, "Or you could stupidly stick to your defeated regime and refuse to surrender. In which case, things will be done to you that will make you wish that you were captured and executed by the Aneans." One of the soldiers was attempting to file through the ropes that held his arms. The creature pretended to ignore it for a moment and then finally addressed it. It stomped on the soldier's head, crushing it just enough to put him into a twitching seizure for about a minute before dying. Blood pouring from his ears and face that was now in the dirt. In a perfectly calm tone, the machine continued, "I want you to use your imaginations now to visualize the pain that your comrade here just experienced. Unlike being shot in the head, which is a nearly instantaneous death, having your head crushed is in effect, the same thing, however drawn out in such a way that you actually do experience the seering pain of your nervous system being destroyed in slow-motion." It then flopped the soldier over on his side to reveal his face. Foaming vomit was in his mouth and his eyes appeared to be slightly bulged. Blood was everywhere and it almost looked like brain matter had leaked from his nose. "It is, scientifically, probably one of the most intense kinds of pain possible. More so than any gunshot could ever deliver. And more efficient than being crushed. You see, your meat brain can only handle a certain amount of pain signals at a time from the peripheral nervous system before it taps out and you go unconsious. However, the central nervous system cannot cry uncle. Likewise, there are few situations in which the central nervous system would have pain directly applied to it. This, here, is one of them." It then let go of the dead soldier's head. Then continued, "So, in effect, this is worse than being crushed alive, because when you're crushed, you loose consciousness and therefore, experience less waking pain. In this instance, however, you would not be able to loose consciousness. You experience every blood-seering second of pain as you loose control of your body, unable to even scream, fully aware of all of it... until you are stone-cold dead." The Malych then allowed for a dramatic pause and then said brightly, "So. Who wants to surrender today?" Federation PrivateI know what they can and can't do. They should have turned the prisoners over to us, but I guess IX hasn't told them that yet. Damn the ACIA sending me into this mess. I never should have taken this assignment. I should have sat in my office as Deputy Director of Operations and been happy with that. I said to the robot thing, "I am an ACIA agent. I need to speak with the Imperator. I can't tell you my name for obvious reasons. If IX sees me, he will know who I am. I cannot die."
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Post by miokalia on Sept 17, 2010 2:06:49 GMT -5
Disaster Report Summary: South Broby
Total casualties: 102,000 Total missing: 2,452 Total hospitalized: 8,143
Identified destroyed structures so far: (C: commercial, R: residential, MCR: mixed com and res, MCI: mixed com and ind, I: industrial, P: public, M: military)
C: Bradlees. 4281.01 Stipshot Rd. - 103 casualties at site. C: KFC. 4345.02 Stipshot Rd. - 12 casualties at site. C: A.G. Targ. 6100.01 Dalamartder Ave. - 32 casualties at site. C: Taco Rocket. 6120.03 Dalamartder Ave. - 4 casualties at site. C: Driftwerks Autotech. 6300.01 Dalamartder Ave. - 3 casualties at site. C: Big*Mart. 6600.01 Dalamartder Ave. - 120 casualties at site. C: Chez La Haute. 2340.07 Clacklarane St. - 5 casualties at site. MCR: Pittiolarr Building. 2600.00 Clacklarane St. - 14 casualties at site. P: Clacklarane and Codpiece Station (Metro) - 8 casualties at site. R: Deciduous Pines Apartments. 2800 block of Clacklarane St. - 58 casualties at site. C: Illicit Paul's Restaurant. 7200.12 Blois Ave. - 12 casualties at site. C: Eedie Eatery - 7140.02 Blois Ave. - 3 casualties at site.
Damage in other areas of town has yet to be surveyed.
Other damaged areas include: Stipshot Rd. Dalamartder Ave. Clacklarane St. Kanhunder st. Tdossko Ave. 12th st. 15th st. 18th st. 19th st. 20th st. 21st st. Dicks rd. Schubaltz st. Tappy Tibbons Pkwy. Kolvanhage St. Blois Ave. Geschmacksache St.
Total area burned: 18,456 acres (urban + country combined)
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Post by aatuylva on Sept 17, 2010 11:34:14 GMT -5
1st Haven Infantry Battalion Headquarters, New Astrapolis, Anean ColonyCorzi watched as the Anean survivors approached. He counted a handful of tanks and IFVs. Half a company of soldiers... All of the guns were being camouflaged, and quite a few weren't even set up yet. The heavies were on the Leviathans with the Ontos Hunters and the tailsitters. It took his squad several long minutes to determine if these were, in fact, Anean survivors and not Enemy soldiers with stolen weapons (although this was with considerable help from the militia being formed from the citizens of New Astrapolis.) Corzi set his needler onto the ground next to him, and walked, palms outward, from the alley towards the newcomers. " Sprechen Sie Deutsch? Ghshufvn, oyd fauzcho chnn Aatrihkur?" --------------------------- "Sir, we've got a transmission from the Aneans." Verani looked it over as the paperwork and files began to pile on his makeshift desk along with what little aerial photos they had. Wonderful."Alright, try and radio this back, and if we can't punch through the jamming, get one of those 'Coronans' to relay it for us... -With apologies, Imperator, but we are currently securing the city of New Astrapolis for use as a forward command center, and have not been fully supplied as the Aluezians have not brought us our heavy cargo lifters yet. As such, I will not be able to arrive within the time you have set for us, and we are busy helping to supply and stock a local Anean militia. We will await your orders, however, once we are done fortifying our position.- ...and make it fast, soldier!" "Yes sir!"
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Sept 17, 2010 19:22:24 GMT -5
1st Haven Infantry Battalion Headquarters, New Astrapolis, Anean ColonyCorzi watched as the Anean survivors approached. He counted a handful of tanks and IFVs. Half a company of soldiers... All of the guns were being camouflaged, and quite a few weren't even set up yet. The heavies were on the Leviathans with the Ontos Hunters and the tailsitters. It took his squad several long minutes to determine if these were, in fact, Anean survivors and not Enemy soldiers with stolen weapons (although this was with considerable help from the militia being formed from the citizens of New Astrapolis.) Corzi set his needler onto the ground next to him, and walked, palms outward, from the alley towards the newcomers. " Sprechen Sie Deutsch? Ghshufvn, oyd fauzcho chnn Aatrihkur?" Colonel Christa UtzingerI understood that first part, but the second part was all gibberish. I guess these are Aatuylvans. Unfortunately, I cannot speak German, I just understand it. I motioned one of my soldiers, which can speak German, and asked him to translate what I say. I said, "I can understand German, but my translator will translate what I say." Colonel Nakhi WelhanMy shuttle flew low over the ocean toward New Astrapolis. Logically, that's where the invasion force would land. Of course, if they haven't, then I am flying into a Federation held city. Or maybe the Federation didn't attack it. I don't know. With the beaches in sight, I ordered my soldiers to get ready to head out into whatever awaits us. -With apologies, Imperator, but we are currently securing the city of New Astrapolis for use as a forward command center, and have not been fully supplied as the Aluezians have not brought us our heavy cargo lifters yet. As such, I will not be able to arrive within the time you have set for us, and we are busy helping to supply and stock a local Anean militia. We will await your orders, however, once we are done fortifying our position.- 'The Imperator understands, but would like someone to be on hand to at least hear the plan and relay it back to you. He believes it will be easier for both of us that way.'
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Post by aatuylva on Sept 18, 2010 17:39:03 GMT -5
Hmm... "We are organizing the local militia using some of the stores from a local armory and the spares we brought along with us. If you will come inside my liege can give you a better understanding of the numbers we have to work with, although at the moment we are focused on fortifying the city in order for it to serve as an effective command center." He indicated one of the lower buildings, which had already been made into a small fortress with barbed wire, machine guns, and sandbags piled on top and around. "The Lord Commander has been awaiting your help." Verani, inside, though, was trying to figure out how to send a courier over to the 'command post' of the Imperator... "Call up the Coronans, if they're listening. And get one of the Primes. Give him some tape recorders so he can record the meeting and bring it back to us. We'll have them ferry him back and forth." -We shall attempt to send a courier, but until the airspace is secured properly, we have no idea whether or not he will get there in time. Please be patient.-
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