Hellfire And Brimstone [Rp Thread]

[Splitchris 11]

The Kur'oi Tribes

 

The dust swept across the vast desert plains of Orkenen, the small planet which was the home of the Kur'oi. A nomadic figure, clad in all-white robes covering all but his purple eyes stopped to take a sip of water from his sack of Hal'got hide, admiring the view from atop his own Hal'got. The howling wind, the unbearable heat, the amazing beauty of the landscape all combined to create a sensation of being home. As his comrade caught up with him, the man muttered some encouragement to his Hal'got and the two continue their slow trot. And on they went, onwards through the seemingly endless desert.

The man was Kal'On, the leader of the Kur'oi Tribal Council, the council which had unified the various tribes of the Kur'oi into one. He was on his way to Sa'za, the capital and location of the Tribal Council of Kur'oi. He was a strange man to many, although he very well could have travelled in a dropship or aboard a frigate to and fro, he preferred to stay atop his Hal'got. Where as the majority of the Kur'oi would take water and green hills instead of the desert any time, Kal'on loved it as it was his home, and saw oppurtunities in the harsh weather and terrain, not limitations. And he was determined to not let it fall to any invader or foreign force, not as long as there is a drop of life in his body.

 

The 16-hour day/night cycle of the Orkenen passed, and the next day, Kal'On was exiting the council room around the same time he stopped to admire the view the previous day. The council was well-humoured and calm that day, a rare occasion, and he had managed to pass a handful of laws and reforms to prepare for the oncoming fleets and threats looming over the planet.

 

-All frigates and other major vessels owned by Kur'oi citizens must be recorded and counted for the Kur'oi government ((1))

 

-These vessels, once registered must have at least one plasma turret and one laser turret of a powerful type, or else the vessel will be confiscated by the state ((4))

 

-Regular patrols, in the atmosphere and in orbit of Orkenen will begin, the orbital patrols being conducted by wolf-pack-like groups of military frigates, and the desert will be patrolled by squadrons of the FH'G (Flying Hal'Got) fighters ((1))

 

-A production plant for military gear such as rifles, FH'Gs or frigates will be constructed in every city with a population of over 100,000 ((4))

[ShadowoKing 86]

The Breesha

 

 

The fleet of the Breesha arrive towards a desert planet Orkenen. The Higher Beings gathered information from their scanners there is civilization on the surface and frigates at orbit. Khnum, Sekhmet and the third member in the holo-command room looked at the results, they drag their greyish-pink thin fingers on the holo-projection to move their fleet in position.

The massive mothership, two destroyers, two strike carriers and four frigates prepare their invading formation. This consists of covering the mothership at all costs with equal amount of space ships on each side.

The tank-class soldiers awoken before the arrivial to the planet, they were given command to the invasion plans. They are hallowed drones turn instantly with their slow turn and they stomp across the metal curved hallways towards the hanger to aboard dropships. The echoes of these soldiers can be heard throughout the mothership.

The Breesha has engineers, mutated, genetic altered and implanted with cyborg controlling technology has split into two groups aboard the mothership. Few of the engineers will remain while the rest will join the invasion, even few The Higher Beings joined.

The mothership contains 16000 soldiers, engineers and Higher Beings combined, preparing for invasion.

 

 

"Sent transmission to the surface and frigates, requesting talk to their leader of their herd." Sekhmet asks. The other Higher Being known as Bes makes the arrangement for the transmission. A emitter pulse was sent down to the planet and to the frigates.

 

Actions

-The army fleet moved into position above Orkenen.

-The army prepares for an invasion on the planet, the troops on aboard the Mothership make their way onto dropships (2)

-A request transmission is sent to the Kur'oi to surface and frigates (1)

[5678 260]

"Hold fire, let's see what the natives want"

"Aye aye, Vizier"

The small expeditionary fleet moved to where the Germans had designated their landing zone to be, but all men are kept at their battle stations.

Meanwhile, the mining and prospecting equipment is checked and prepared for usage.

[Stephensj 327]

Orkz

Ghazghkull Thraka grunts, Slamblasta receiving yet another transmission. He would look out of the bridge, wondering what to do before a Ork would run up to him "Zur! We 'ave spotted ah fleet o'er th' sandy planet, wot shud we do?" Ghazghkull would sigh, leaning against the rail before speaking. "Zend 'ailin' transmission to th' fleet that sent 'em to us (Protorians). Zet curze fur duh sandy planet fleet an' prepare th' 'orde."

Actions

-Hailing transmission sent back to the Protorian Fleet

-Orkish Fleet heads to Breesha Fleet [1 turn](4 Ork Battleships [Kroolboy, Gorbags Revenge, Slamblasta and Dethdeala] 10 Kill Kroozers 5 Terror Ships and 5 Ramming Ships)

-Orkish Horde is prepared for battle [2 turns](75,000)

(Apologies if I upset anyone by not giving out official numbers of my different types of units but a Orcish Force changes during a WAAAGH as things are upgraded etc. Will give out numbers as battle commences.)

[Bucky_24 132]

Vuln taps his clawed hand on his pistol grip as he glares out at the darkness of space, perverted by a nearly infinite number of glowing balls of death. Suddenly enraged, the pale faced dictator draws out his neg-lite heavy pistol and quickly aims at one of the three Sudian scientists. "You... broke the Shifter? The very ESSENCE of our race? You disgrace the Great Devourer with you incompetence!" With a twitch of the finger, a black laser zips from the barrel of his pistol and easily shreds through the helmet of the leftmost sudian, killing him instantly. "I want it fixed by yesterday! Now get out of my sight!" The two remaining underlings quickly drag their fallen friend out of the office and the blast doors close quickly behind.

 

Alone, Vuln raises his left hand and suddenly a glowing dark blue screen appears before him. He quickly shifts through the various starmaps and deep-range scanning. He blows up an image of a small solar system rather close with few moons or planets. He shifts the three-dimensional photograph until he can see the system's demonic glowing ball. He presses a button on the right side of his helmet and says simply, "I want that blasphemizing deathtrap gone!"

 

The dark leader crosses the large office aboard the flagship of the Sudian race, New Sudia. Flanked by three strike carriers, six frigates, and six marine transports that make up the entirety of the warlord's dark crusading army. He falls back into his chair made up of Vishnu hides, a rare mammal like beast from before Sudia's demise, he interlocks his fingers before calmly adding, "Prepare the warp drives."

 

Summary:

*Begin repair of 'The Shifter' ((4))

*Warp into the Star System, nearby Bushido, the fleets signature would easily be registered on nearly any form of scanning that could be employed in that general area. ((1))

[_pok_ 1768]

 

The Fourth Reich

Colonial Chancellor Wilhelm The Fourth

 

Activity, so much activity. Admiral Hans Rommel reported to the deck of the SMS Moltke, a  Graf Zeppelin-Class Carrier, that was the flagship of the First Expeditionary Fleet. While returning from an escort operation, the fleet was sent a coded message that described unknown lifeforms and fleets above Hoffen. The First Expeditionary Fleet was the pride of the Fourth Reich, made up of almost a quarter of the entire navy's ships. It was a force to be reckoned with, the SMS Moltke being the most up to date ship in the navy. The entire fleet was moving at just above FTL speed on it's way back to Hoffen. Stealth systems were enabled as well in order to keep the gathering forces from knowing they were coming.

 

The First Expeditionary Fleet

 

SMS Moltke

Graf-Zeppelin-class Carrier

FLAGSHIP

 

SMS Lübeck, SMS Elbe

Battleship

 

 

F134 through F149 [15 Total]

Frigates

 

 

SMS Brandenburg, Berlin, Bremen, +3 More

Destroyers

 

 

SMS Munich, Main

Strike Carriers

 

[[And various support corvettes, cruisers, and fighters. A lot of pictures, not as much time.]]

 

 

The Imperial Samarkan ships are sent to Hangar 73 and the fighters are sent away, patrolling the rest of the moon. An envoy team is waiting for the Samarkans to speak to them, the tanks and marines assembled are still in position within the Hangar [refer to previous post].

 

The Californian hails are received with quite a bit of interest, it had been nearly 500 years since the Germans had made direct contact with other Earthlings and here contacting them were Californians, Americans. The Hoffen Germans knew that there were other humans, probably even in the system, but the location of the base made it so that they were left alone. Until now. A hail is sent back in response, showing pictures of mother Earth and their flag, the United States flag, and finally an olive branch. A sign of peace.

 

Negotiations with the Tau begin in private. Orbital defense systems are set to DEFCON level 3 and scanners begin to scan all ships in orbit of the moon, turrets preparing for worst case scenarios while the First Expeditionary Fleet speeds back toward Hoffen..

 

 

[Draeris 3124]

((I thought I read somewhere that someone send some ships to me, but it seems that is edited away?))

 

The Cerberus Federation

 

Contact was not made for ages, the reformed Orthodox Church of Bogdana had been preaching of a near end for a while now. With the moonbase collecting data from nearing ships, the theory that the superior Cerberus race was null now. These ships kept passing and passing, and it was time for the galaxy to know their true superiors.

 

 

Throughout the planet, new and modernized propaganda is send. People are motivated to enlist in the armies, the generals unite to plan out the next action. As smokes cover the planet as the vast industry starts to work, it will be fairly soon before the Cerberus Fleet is ready to ascend.

 

 

Research start to improve the MECH's , representing the police. As riots and boycotts happen on a daily basis, the new government wishes for the whole population to be on the same page. If propaganda does not work, it will be done through force. The renovation of industries goes quite well, and is nearly finished.

 

MECH renovation {{4}}

 

Meanwhile, the Catalyst vessel is used to send a friendly radio wave through the system. The message being;
The government hopes that their language would be understood by all the receivers.

 

 

'Приветствую жители этой вселенной, вы получили честь поговорить с правительством Цербер Федерации, мы хотели бы сообщить вам о неминуемом вторжении из этой системы. Можем ли мы встретиться и договориться, наш код канала составляет 14,3 Jz.'

 

 

The Ork ship arrives at the dock, guards surrounding the vessel as the Cerberus diplomat approaches its door. They await the Ork's actions.

[Ilikefooddude 430]

 

Turn

-Ork Fleet leaves Vasari moon

-Ork Fleet travels to Cerebus planet. (1 turn)

((Yeah, the Orcs are heading towards Bogdana, Sacred.))

To those who would have looked at the small moon of Vann'gegna at the time, it would appear quiet and empty- as it always did. But far beneath the surface, the proud race of the Vasari were as frantic and busy as a hive of bees.

"Isss it ready?" Attchak asked, his claws clacking with impatience as he glared critically at his assistant scientists.

"Yesss." They all affirmed at once, bobbing their heads up and down with pleasure. They were proud of their work, the High Cultivator knew, though he would see how successful their efforts had been.

"Ssstart cha' tesst." He clacked quickly, pointing a claw at one of them, who started to turn and push levers and buttons with a flurry of movement. Glancing past the thick glass window that separated them from the test, Attchak nodded in approval at what he saw. A faint, almost unnoticeable light blue shield flickered into existence as he watched, forming a barrier between two sides of the corridor. At the other end of the room, panels started to twist and slide- slowly revealing the large Vasari missile launcher behind them. Though it contained the materials needed to fire, he had made sure that the weapon contained none of the nanites usually included in the thick, streamlined tubing of the projectile- he didn't want any accidents, after all.

At his nod, one of his assistants firmly pressed his claw down upon a button, and the weapon fired. Soaring down the corridor, the missile flickered with a blinding crimson light, then disappeared from view- inches from the shield wall.

Warning sirens wailed in the room as the backup lights kicked in, illuminating the corridor yet again in a flashing purple light. Scientists and assistance scurried around in a frenzied panic, screeching curses and snapping their pincers in fright as they struggled to get the power back on. Despite the commotion, Attchak found himself bearing a wicked grin as he stared through the glass, examining the destruction upon the now crumbling concrete wall with which the prototype had collided.

He reminded himself to promote each of his assistance as he called out orders to the confused scientists, his chest stuck out in pompous success.

This, we can use...

 

-The Vasari have developed a working prototype of the Phase Jump missile, an overly expensive technology that has a chance of bypassing a shield wall.

-They are now working on preparing three usable copies to use on the battlecruisers in orbit around their moon (Two Turns)

-Private messages have been sent to a few of the inhabitants of this solar system, requesting supplies in exchange for the technology.

[Chaqery 427]

Invasion Bay 4

RNS Richelieu

Faster Than Light Transit

48 Hours until launch…

”There’s nothing quite like the smell of welding,” thought Captain Descanti as he leaned upon the railing of the catwalks and peered idly into the bay below where technicians and engineers methodically went about refitting dropships, mechs, and tanks alike. Admiral Mortiet had insisted that every last bit of equipment be made as close to new as possible for the invasion, not kept at the “battle-worn” status that the notoriously lazy Chief Technician seemed to have preferred. -Or rather, the former Chief Technician. Rumor down here on the lower decks was that Mortiet had jettisoned the old chief out of an airlock for incompetence, and promoted the technician’s far more meticulous XO on the spot.

The thought was enough to make Captain Descanti chuckle. Stories like this seemed to swirl about Mortiet, creating an aura of both fear and awe that was responsible for his reputation within La Marine Royale. Reminiscing over these other stories, the young captain let his mind wonder. The faint blue glow, blended with the humming and crackling of the work below further lulled his senses. He hardly noticed the sound of boots clanking along the catwalk but a little further on, or the rustling of fabric as someone leaned upon the railing next to him.

“Incompetent bastard...” were the words that shattered the Captain’s daydream. With a glance he noted that the man next to him was draped in the attire of an officer, though of the navy and not a soldier like himself. It was not until his eyes landed upon the Admiral’s shoulder bars that his features fully drained of color.

“Monseigneur!” he sputters, quickly straightening into attention and producing a crisp salute. He opens his mouths to apologize, only to be met with the soft sound of laughter from the Admiral.

“That’s quite enough, Captain. You needn’t revert to French for me. I’m aware it’s probably not your native tongue.”

“I… yes, sir.”

With an awkward pause, Captain Descanti resumes his position leaned against the rail. The silence is filled with the soft buzz of welding and repairs below.

“What moon are you from?” the Admiral inquires at last, his common accented gently by a pure-french upbringing.

“Saint Lo. It orbits Nouveau Normandie. My parents were deployed when I was thirteen.”

The Admiral gave a slight nod, remaining otherwise silent. This was common for the soldiery. Their entire populations were born on the training moons to be deployed. Generations of soldiers who were born to die, and sire children meant to do the same. This was how war never truly affected the general populace.

This also meant that there were no letters to send home when a soldier died. These men were Admiral Mortiet’s alone. And that weighed heavily upon him.

The two continued their conversation, watching with curiosity the outfitting being done below.

Summary

The Imperial 180th Vanguard Fleet is closer now to being in the system. They will arrive shortly. Still, they are undetectable by scanners. They will likely come into range shortly.

The fleet is making preparations for a system invasion style arrival. All dropships, mechs, tanks, and equipment is being outfitted and refurbished for maximum capability.

[Stephensj 327]

Orks

[Ork fleet consists of 4 battleships, 10 Kill Kroozers, 5 Terror Ships, and 5 ramming ships.]

Warlord Gazhghkull Thraka grunts as the Ork fleet approaches the Breesha fleet. Slamblasta would lead the armada as it approaches. Three Ork battleships [slamblasta, Kroolboy, Dethdeala] and the 10 Kill Kroozers lead the assault. The 5 Terror Ships and 5 Ram Ships stay behind along with the fourth Ork Battleship [Gorbag's Revenge]. Hundreds of Fighta Bombas begin to pour out of the Terror Ships launch bays as well as Gorbag's Revenge. The Fighta Bombas seem to just circle the ship they came from, waiting. Meanwhile the Ram ships would follow closely behind the Terror Ships, waiting for the fighting to begin. No shots have been fired yet, but Slamblasta's forward lances seem to be charging up for a devastating assault...

 

Cerebus Shuttle

 

As the small shuttle touches down, the ramp quickly opens up. Warboss Grimston slowly lumbers out in a suit of Mega Armor, twenty Cyborks following him. As Grimston looks down at the diplomat, he speaks in a rough sounding voice. "Who th' 'ell ar' you?"

[Rawd 0]

California Republic

 

 

Aboard CRF Vallejo in orbit around Calafia

 

 

Admiral Serrano sits in his office, waiting for the report from the scouting party. Not soon after a hail comes from the bridge, asking for his presence as an important message has been received. Serrano hoped that the news was good as he strode out of his office, taking the lift toward the bridge. A few minutes later he arrived, an aide approaching him with a data-pad. “We just revived this message from the scouting party.” Taking the data-pad for himself Serrano plays the video, the message clear as the flag of the Fourth Reich appears, along with the olive branch of peace. Serrano takes a moment to digest this; an ally of the Republic settling on the moon? How fortunate! With a decision clear in mind he hands the data-pad back, settling into the command chair of the flagship. Pressing a button he hails the scouting party. “Attention Scouting Party One, this is Admiral Serrano. You are to forward this message to the Germans as follows: 'The Republic sends her regards to His Imperial Majesty. I, Admrial Serrano, am heading to discuss terms of alliance and trade between our two colonies. I hope that we may come to a mutual agreement and understanding in this new frontier.'” With his peace said he directs the large warship towards Hoffen.

 

Turn Summary

 

• A message is sent to Hoffen for an alliance and trade deals.

• The CRF Vallejo steams toward Hoffen for a meeting. (1 turn)

[Crayfishchris 751]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.