| "Home" of Jurgen and Alice, among many others in the crew. The Inquisitor can be seen here in formation with some of her support carriers, starting a raid on a resource location. Standing at parade rest, watching the Star Field Jurgen Smiles tightly to himself. It was nice being out here in the field of stars, away from the Politics and pure Bloods of the Fleet, let them have all the battleships they wanted..it would help them as much as it hand in the mid 20th Century. Stuck to his own visions a Ward approches him at speed, as Alice leans against a projector in the crew pit to his left. "Sir! We intercepted a Transmission! And have confirmed with our scouts, the Main Fleet after its visit to Earth suddenly made a Jump, we don't know why or where, all communiications have ceased!" Spinning around Jorgen smiles thinly. "And what information do you have that I can use?..also belay the noise, words like that being shouted will do little to lift the crews spirits. Have some barring of an officer!" He shouts at the man. Bowing lightly hs pauses. "Umm..yes my pardon Sir, a single shuttle escaped the ship before the fleet left, our scouts followed it and placed a tracking becon with a targeting laser, it seems they are making way to the Valiant, at present speed they should arrive within 8 hours. The Gunners on the ship attempted to fire on the shuttle." Pausing to take all the information in he pauses. "Dismissed. Sil? Your attention please." Looking down at the woman, he seen two possible situations, one was it was a Coup of some sort against a hidden peace process, or a defection..either way it was a golden chance..though he wonderd why the Fleet had simplly left them all behind..something was going on, he was sure of that much. "I want you to take a Strike Interceptor, and find what docking bay they use." Keying up a map he shows likely landing ports on the seedier side of the station. "From there use the tracker to see where they landed, protocol be damned, to not be found, and get into that hanger. From there, find any Imperials that left, and find out why. You always had a good eye for people. Tell them I sent you as a guard and escourt. And that hte Fleet left us behind." Pausing for a bit he turns from her, and back to the window. "Keep them alive. If they are traitors, kill them. if they are royality, do whatever you must to see they finish the mission they have started on..unless it is defection. I will gather the 7th and await word from you, to decide further courses of Action. That is all." Sil says nothing in reply, giving a kurt headnod, the Silver Dragon, climbs out of the pit making her way for the hanger bay. With luck she would arrive only shortly after the shuttle and its mystery passangers would. Though she wonderd what happend to the scout ship that had painted them..likely blown out of the sky by the Fleet..well blown out of exsistence. There was no sky in space. |
RedArmyShogunJun 12, 2015 9:18 AM
| A messages from the supposed Flagship of the Imperial Royal family was being transmitted towards the nearest fleet in the sector for some reason, this being the fleet, the transmission was purely through words and not visual "Regrouping.........soon...." were the only words that managed to come through for some reason." It was indeed true, the Flagship was in hyperspace towards the group, but how? and why? they would soon find out. |
| Reading the dispatching, and having his previous calls ignored, and how the princess was botherd, the message did not look offical at all. In truth he hoped the princess acceapted his offer..but he had a bad feeling about this. "It seems I will have to play the Princess Tune..." His paranoia kicking in, he looks down into the crew pit at the communications officer. "Send this message to the Fleet. All Civilian Assets are to enter Valiant territory under the guise of Merchants and mercy Mission. Send Two of the Destoryers, and Frigates needed for self Defense. The Other two and the Carriers will continue on station..Send this Data." He says picking a card out from his front packet. " To the Valiant on a time delayed incryption, attach a kill order. Order all Units Formation Delta, War Plan Twelve...kill all of our broadcasts to the Fleet, in keeping with our pirate profile. Minus the Endevor. Have her stay on Position on full broadcast power I want her to keep those Asteriod Fields to her back..we will see what happens. When they arrive tell them the rest of the fleet is still forming, and keep me informed of any orders or responses." Technically what he was doing was open rebelion. But that is why he needed the princess now. So far all of this was strange to him..he would use the scout frigate to see the intentions of the fleet, and while his orders were just code words, he had put in the start of a plan to keep the Imperial Citizenry Alive, as well as the Valiant. Sighing it seemed to make his own dance happen, he himself would have to perform. |
| It wasnt too long till boom, the Flagship came out of hyperspace, damaged in certain sections of the ship and completely covered in purple things. The Voshka. It was an entire swarm of Voshka that had got on board and essentially took control, the Creatures swarmed inside and outside of the ship, its Cannons immediately started to lock onto the various ships of the fleet. Some of the creatures even started to fly off of the flagship and headed towards other ships. It was now obvious what happened. |
| "How in the blazes! Battle Station!" Fortunately he only had his own ship, two destoryers, and five carriers here...which was also unfortunate. "Launch All Fighters. Launch all Bombers, Send these messages to all squadrons, and unlock the coded file, Request Assistance of the Valiant!" With that his massive compliments of fighters start to launch. "Attention all flights, Fighters, keep the Voshka at bay, All Marines to battle Stations. Bombers and Long Range Artillery, concentrate all firepower on the damaged stations. Carriers, rotate in and out of firing and shielding positions, we will take the barrages, and rotate a new ship in palce on each one..Out own energy will be directed to the long range guns. We will attempt to breach and compromise the main reactor...other than that, fire and fall back into those Asteriod fields. Tell the Destoryer Captians...War Plan Argon Carry it out in twelve minutes." All around him the officers are a buzz. As he Watches, already his first fighter screans are engaging the enemy. As the Former capital ship blasts out at them, the first Carrier, does as instructed, taking the hits, then falling back as another takes frontal position. The Two Destoryers Oddly head out and away from the battle as if in flanking formation, but out of range of turbolaser fire. Meanwhile the Inquistor opens up with her own considerable array aiming for the open spots in the hull. On paper he was out matched, but he had well over 600 fighters and bomber squadrons now swarming the massive behemoth. |
| As the battle kicked off a Visual transmission was requested from the Flagship. Were they attempting to communicate? how irregular. The various Voshka that shot off the flagship landed onto the carrier and Inquisitor trying to burrow their way inside with their massive claws, these creatures may seem uncivilized parasites but they were infact the ones that wiped out planet Earth and this time they wanted more. A single Voshka latched onto their long distance comm relay and started trying to tear it apart. |
| Agreeing to the communications. Jurgen patches it into the Fleet. "Greetings Alien Scum." And his battle as well. Though he was being boarded, the aleins weren't ready for what was on the otherside. If these had been typical Imperial Ships the Guard Compliments were rather small. On the other hands his were full of Marines, patching in that with the feed. He Grins as a Marine Leaps over a Bulkhead with a charge of grenades, blowing the intial group to hell, as well as himself. More interesting...or insane were the armored Walkers prowling his halls firing with reckless abanddon. Looking out the Screen, his fighters were holding there own, and the white painted bombers, were skimming the surface. while they were taking losses, they were taking out emplacements...and droping a strange..cargo..as they flee from there own attack runs, guarded by fighters. The General Waits to see who wanted to talk with him. However the two destoryers were now in position...he could not destory the ship..his Battle Cruiser did not have that sort of firepower..but soon he would be sure they would never move again. |
| The visual came up with one hell of a view, Voshka screaming at the screen for a couple seconds before a large hulking humanoid creature walked through, Obviously it was King Aarin but being controlled by the Voshka. "You will all fall to us...we are legion....we are one...you are little tiny things that snap like twigs....run children run" He held up his arm that was now a claw of flesh. He laughed into the visual and it ended. The Creatures kept coming from nowhere, latching onto anything and cutting as much as they could, they were relentless beasts that wanted to kill and eat everything and anything, the Flagship was now their way of getting around, but was it the only way? |
| "Hmm, My King..you really let yourself go. I will give you a funeral you deserve...and as to you Voshka Filth, I will be sure to carve that on your graves. I will find your homeworld..and I will erradicate your whole race...you caught us with our pants down. But Now its time for a reach around...I hope you like it long and deep." With that vulgarity out of the way, a single Voshka makes its way to the bridge, only to find a repeater blaster in the crew pit..normally something only a madman would do..cutting it down. Killing the Feed he listens to his teams , they were pushing back the invaders...or rather killing them. "All hands, put on gasmasks, flood the chambers with the Mix" Referencing some sort of poison gas. "It is time we carry out the ritual of clensing. All hands prepair for questioning. Anyone with signs of being taken, is to be shot at once. Spare no man, woman, or Child. Question all, Question Twice! Purge! Kill! Cleanse!" With that bit of...what would surely be a terrifying command to those it is being broadcasted to, he then smiles. "Execute Operation." The Two Destoryers then Lurch firing swarms of Missiles, fallowed up with...landing ships? Uknowingly to the Aliens who were prepairing for the absurd case of human..boarders..which was odd, the gunboats not only impact into the hull...but explodes. Seven of which hit the bridge region, obviously in an attempt to kill what used to be the king. The Early missiles then add there own fire to the mix, the hangers were totally wrecked, and with the sudden white bloom, it was clear the reactor was hit. His earlier attack runs simply had dropped target designators. However it was not without lose. The remains of a few fighters and bombers were skewrd about. And one Frigate that was near the Carrier was sending an SOS. In conjunction however, the Cruiser and Carrier both turn there emplacements on it, blasting it to bits. Rahter than pressing his luck, Jurgen Smiles grimly. Now was the time to retreat. Putting his own gasmask on, toxic gas pours through the vents. Making the Jump to hyper space, the Fleet would contain its self away from the other ships, as the hunt and clensing would be carried out. He understood fully the threat these creatures possed. He had won a battle..not the war, and that ship was still dangerous, as its guns still fired..he did what he could. No infected would be allowed to live..not a single Voshka would be kept even for study. Death and destruction was all they deserved. And it was all they would have. The Only way to beat Savage creatures, was with being equally as savage. |
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