Protectorate RP

[Raging-Fury]

(ooc: I thought id try my hand at building an RP, this is what i came up with)

Protectorate RP Back story:

In the year 2176, humans mastered space flight. By the year 2687 colonies were established in many areas of the outer rim of the galaxy. The colonies matured into Nations and by the year 2997 there were thousands of nations scattered across the stars and the total human population numbered in the trillions. The nations then divided themselves into protectorates and the protectorates co-existed peaceably. Each protectorate had its own fleet, based off of similar concepts due to strong alliances and free trade. The ships ranged from Kilometer long Battleships, to single-pilot combat fighter-craft, to luxury yachts for the rich, and freighters. At the turn of the century deep space reconnaissance probes and mapping vessels began disappearing near the galaxies core. The Gaia Protectorate (Capital Earth) dispatched a task force led by the Battle-Cruiser Vesuvius to investigate. A week went by before a badly damaged picket ship and a half squadron of combat fighters in bad shape returned with disturbing footage. Up until this point, no other sentient life had been found and the human race had resigned itself to the belief that they were a fluke of nature, but now proof existed of another race, a very terrifying one. The Gaia protectorate issued a warning to the other protectorates of this new threat. The warning went unheeded. Five years went by when contact was lost with the Miy’til Protectorate. After a month several ships made it out of Miy’til space and revealed the alien race discovered by the Gaia Protectorate had invaded and swept aside the Protectorates defenses. The remaining Protectorates amassed their combined fleets at the Solaris Protectorate, the next on the invasion path. The alien race, now identified as Sarions moved into the protectorate and for a year and a half the two fleets fought. The United Protectorate Defense Fleet (UPDF) suffered heavy losses but also inflicted tremendous damage on the Sarion fleet. At the two-year mark the Sarion fleet, without warning or reason broke off contact, and jumped back core-ward. Battle weary and bitter the Protectorate fleets returned home and the borders of each protectorate was closed. Peaceful trade was lost as each Protectorate attempted to make up for lost money instituting high tariffs on each other and as a result brushfire wars began spreading throughout the human territories. The one agreement made by the protectorates and the one thing they could manage to do peaceably was set up a watchdog team at the edge of the Sarion territory. With complete peace gone the protectorates fleets’ slowly began maturing and taking on personalities of their own, with the loss of shared advances. Designs changed also and soon distinctions emerged. 300 years after the Sarion War as it became known (also called Star War due to the initials) there were once again signs of activity in the Sarion sector. Tensions between the protectorates however meant the watchdog force had broken up nearly a century before, and contact was broken off between the protectorates.

Rules:
Here’s how this one works, I’m in charge of the Gaia Protectorate, I specifically left out distinctness in each protectorate and names so that you the RPer could carve out your own little empire. As the story lines out you do not have to be allied with the other players while you do political moves, you are also in charge of a character, This character will be used in major battles, he can be the Supreme Commander of your Protectorates fleet, a lowly pilot or even an outside observer but this will work like a typical RP. Also include a brief description of your fleet and their capabilities, and don’t make it too unrealistic, Nuclear weapons are not that effective in space, and are hardly used by the fleets but are still around so if you manage to penetrate to the capital then have at it or if nukes are part of your strategy then have fun with them. You cannot sweep through a protectorate's defense unless you have that person’s permission. Please keep your races human or humanoid, remember they all started on Earth, you can add small evolutions due to planet climate or gravity but please no magic, they may have evolved but not that much. No one can be the Sarion forces, as i have a plan for them.

Char Sheet
Name:
Age: (Keep it around today’s standards)
Rank:
Protectorate Affiliation: (if you create your own then state that)
Appearance:
Equipment:
Ship: (can be flag class vessel, fighter, or whatever you want, but make sure it’s in your fleet’s bio)
Bio:

My char and protectorate info:

Name: Jerich Stone
Age: 38
Rank: Gaia Fleet Commander
Protectorate Affiliation: Gaia Protectorate
Appearance: Muscled, trained with Task Force Talon (the Gaia Fleet elite) pure white hair, and sharp green eyes, stands at 6’6” and towers over most of his subordinates, wears a Task Force Talon uniform and Red Beret
Equipment: The standard equipment for a deck officer, is a Laser Pistol, similar to the pistols of today but instead of inserting clips they are battery packs. Jerich carries dual hip holstered laser pistols in case of borders.
Ship: Commands the Fleet Flagship Redtail a Crusader Class Battleship (see below for descriptions)
Bio: Joined the Fleet at an early age and was selected for officer training, partly because of his families history in the military and partly because he was seen as a brilliant tactician. He also learned combat tactics and skills from a brief stint with Task Force Talon training program before he was appointed to the previous commanders staff as an aide. Once on the staff he was promoted quickly. When the previous commander died, a council was set up and Jerich was named successor. Jerich upped production and began attempting to contact the other Protectorates, attempting to determine their status and possibility of a threat.

Vessels in Fleet:

Crusader Class Battleship- 1.5 kilometers long 36 Heavy Turbo Cannons (fancy name for heavy laser cannons) 50 missile tubes breakdown as follows, 10 for Hellfire class anti-matter missiles, 30 blast-cap class heavy ordinance missile, 10 EMP warheads (no damage but massive power surges) One gravity well generator (like star wars, but not a lump, a rod-like fixture on the top of the ship) concept behind weapon, is multiple close to 20 become focused on one ship, creating gravity so dense the ship collapses in on itself, but drains energy at a prodigious rate. Has dual hangar bays on the bottom, carries a combined total of 14 squadrons (7 per hangar); 2 of 14 are Bengal class bombers (see below); 6 of 14 fourteen are Peregrine Fast attack fighters (see below); 2 of 14 are Victory class Gun-ships (see below); 4 of 14 Switchblade class Combat Fighters (see below).

Swift Class Picket Ships- Half a Kilometer long with 12 Heavy Turbo Cannons, and 10 Hellfire anti-matter missiles. Backbone of the fleet, serve as escorts for the larger Crusader and Freedom Class Capital ships, They are quick, and can often be found between the incoming fire and the bigger ships, they also serve as an anti-fighter cruiser utilizing their cannons and Missiles to whittle down the numbers for the friendlies.

Freedom Class Fighter Carrier Cruiser- 1 Kilometer long, outfitted with 14 Heavy Turbo cannons, and 10 Hellfire anti-matter missiles, one Gravity well generator on top, and dual side mounted hangar bays, carries up to 18 squadrons, similar breakdown as above in the crusader class.

Peregrine Class Fast attack fighter- Single pilot, carries a 4 missile bomb load, under wings, can be changed out depending on mission profile. Dual nose laser cannons, for fighter to fighter or harassment purposes. Swept forward wings, triple engines, one on end of fuselage, and dual engines mounted on the wings. Fastest of the fleets combat fighter craft.

Switchblade Class Combat Fighter- Triple engines, but more weight equals less speed, Dual nose blasters, and swivel turrets mounted on the top of the wings. Single pilot, carries a six missile load can be swapped depending on mission profile, also mounted under wings. Wings are forward and rear sweeping. Missiles under forward sweep, and engines under rearward sweep.

Bengal Class Power Bomber- Two crew, carries a 16 missile bomb load, but to fit it, it has only one burst laser, mounted on the top of the fuselage, has no other defenses however but once free of the bombs it uses its single engine, and massive power output to fly like a fighter and get back to safe zones. Resembles B-1 Lancer.

Victory Class Gun-Ship- Carries 4 crew, Double the size of a switchblade (forty feet long) has 3 turbo cannons for fighter combat, and a 10 missile payload, typically Hellfire’s. Primary role, anti-fighter. Dual engine, on end of ship, crew breakdown 1 pilot, 1 copilot, 2 gunnery officers. Shaped with a pointed end and sloped tiers.

Lancer Class Drop Ship- Carries a 2 man pilot/copilot crew, the Dropship has one massive engine in the rear that has an output that can outpace any ship in the fleet including the Peregrine when the "drop box" is gone. Method of delivery is a "Drop Box", The Lancer will fly in on a flight path with a troop filled "Drop Box" The copilot drops the box and thrusters on the box stop its momentum when it reaches the target so the troops dont go splat. The armament on the Lancer is one light turbo cannon mounted on the top of the fuselage behind the cockpit, operated by the Co-Pilot when needed.

Brief Battle History of Task Force Talon:

The Gaia Protectorate did not focus its efforts on a ground-based army but went straight to space, and decided small squads and fighter support should suffice. The original small squads were trained for close combat, in tight confines by the ship they were posted on. Each team was differing in skill depending on the trainers the ship could provide. During the Sarion War the combat was hectic and confused. Several Sarion landing craft managed to penetrate the lines assigned to the Gaia Protectorate and boarded the Battleship Talon. The squads on the Talon repelled the boarders, and lost nearly no one. The Sarions however managed to board several other ships and their defenses were slaughtered. After the Sarion War, the need for in ship defense forces became apparent. The Talon was converted from a fully commissioned Battleship into a close quarters training platform. Task Force Talon was born. Named for the ship and the original commandos that repelled the boarders. The Talon method of training became the standard for all Ground troops and assault teams in the fleet, and each ship was given a Task Force Talon detachment. Task Force Talon runs major operations from the Crusader Class Battleship Blood Hawk and is used for invasion purposes or if the opportunity arises boarding opportunities against enemy vessels. They are adept at clearing out boarders. In conditions of General Quarters, when everyone else is at their stations, Task Force Talon rapid response teams sweep through the passageways in small two to three man squads setting up defense against boarders. Another team waits in a Drop-Ship in a concealed launch chute by the engine for deployment somewhere on the battlefield. Task Force Talon trains all ground forces and security teams in the Gaia Protectorates Fleet. Their standard equipment is a laser rifle resembling the XM8 but the clip is a battery pack, a laser pistol with a battery pack instead of a clip resembling a Beretta 92-F, and a hardened plastic/metal alloy blade designed by the Bowie company. They wear black camouflage and Skull shaped masks as standard combat apparel, and a laser resistant body armor. The armor can stop a glancing blow, and weaken a direct hit but cannot fully stop a well aimed shot. They also carry a web harness to carry battery packs and grenades that has remained unchanged in design since the 21st century. When off duty they wear T-shirts, their camouflage pants and Red Berets.

[Spartan-II]

This looks really interesting, i'll join. My character will come alter though.

[kongurous]

Hmm... I'm almost done sorting things out, I might as well join up. Gimme a minute to consider what character, and I'll put in my character sheet.

[Raging-Fury]

Are Fleet Commanders open to the everyone, the first people to join, or just you?

I thought id add another post to clear up some confusions, When joining, you may choose to either join someones protectorate as a character like a regular RP, or Create your Own, If you choose to create your own Protectorate, then you may command all forces under that Protectorate, this is basically a very very big RP taking place All over the galaxy, if we have 50 members join and they want their own protectorates, then they can form them, they must however then create a fleet, describe the basic ships, and write up a a brief history of the protectorate. Also if you wish to join someone elses Protectorate, you can choose to command a small subnation inside the protectorate AKA a planet. You can command their forces, but will fall under the jurisdiction of whomever runs that Protectorate. If there are any other questions plz feel free to PM me and i will do what i can to clear them up

[Ragnarox]

I'll post my character here after I figure something out about being a grunt.

Name: Luxor D. Hellion
Age: 25
Rank: Captain
Protectorate Affiliation: Gaia
Apperance: Semi-Bronze colored skin tone. Muscular, as he trained with Task Force Talon. Stands 6'5" and weighs in at 250 pounds. Wheres a black, space forces uniform with the fleet insignia on his left torso while on duty. Off duty he wears either his Task Force Talon uniform and red beret, or he wears a black jump suit while on the surface of a planet.
Equipment: A MKII class Laser Pistol and a Tori Industries class MkII Laser Machine Pistol (SMG). Luxor's colleages often accuse him of being paranoid.
Ship: The Iron Gale Swift Class Picket Ship. Two of the four torpedo tubes have been retrofitted to function as launch tubes for boarding projectiles that can carry a squad of six Task Force Talon marines each. The Iron Gale is also equipped with over-torqued engines for faster movement. However,to make room for the engine systems two of the twelve Heavy Turbo Cannons had to be removed. Luxor is well known for performing insane stunts using these engines and still coming back alive.
Bio: Luxor was in an Institute when he joined the space forces. He didn't have enough credits to continue schooling at the Institute, and the space forces cover ALL institutional costs for the remainder of education. This tempted Luxor and he joined the space forces on a five year tour of duty. During that tour of duty, he trained with Task Force Talon and quickly became a gunship pilot within his first year.

Luxor was infamous for almost getting himself, and his crew, killed when Luxor's crew raced another gunship between two ecllipsing stars. Luxor won, but barely and he often got chewed out for his actions not long after. Luxor eventually began pulling so many stunts that his ship was nicknamed Deaths Door because they cut it so close. The name stuck...but not for long, Luxor was promoted to Captain near the end of his second year and given command of the newly designed, specalized vessel Iron Gale.

His personality changed slightly with his new rank. He became more serious about his work, and more weary of the lives around him. However, he still never passes up the opporitunity to be the first one through an uncharted Pulsar. He still gets chewed out occasionally, but because of his unique and inate abilities, his superiors haven't given him the boot.

[iHawk]

Name: Zaon Youne
Age: 37
Rank: Fleet Admiral
Protectorate Affiliation: Nova Protectorate

Appearance: 6'1'' and around 230lbs Zaon has fair skin. He has silver hair and peircing black eyes. He comes from an arctic planet that had extremely high gravity, because of this he is stronger in normal grav. He wears the military ice blue jumpsuit and the Novacom headset.

Equipment: Like all Novacom personel he is incredible at hand to hand, so he carries the traditional command blade. The command blade is made out of a clear tritanium-cobalt and is a handle with a blade from each side like a staff. He also wears Novacom scorpions, Novacom scorpions are arm mounted weapons that resemble tailless scorpions. the main six legs wrap around the forearm as the claws reach toward the palm. The claws form a holo-pad. It fires either semi-auto blaster shots, auto blaster shots or a constant beam for cutting.

Ship: A mountain class carrier called the N.P.V. Ice Drake.
Bio: Zaon like all Nova personel has gone through vigorous training and years of combat to become an admiral. He joined the Novacom defence grid at the age of 14 and graduated training at 20. He then served as a fighter pilot for three years when he was promoted to captain for acts of valor. He commanded a Dragon destroyer for eight years showing grand battle tactics and natural born command abilities.

After a recent war he was promoted to admiral to replace a fallen admiral at the command of the N.P.V. Ice Drake. He has been commanding that vessel ever since and has also led many ground-based opperations.

Fleet: 4 mountain class carriers, 10 Dragon class destroyers, 16 Falcon class frigates, and 1 Hareth class Combat platform. Listed largest-smallest.

Hareth Class Combat Platform: 5 killometers in diameter, these are a carriers worst nightmare. 80 anti fighter turrets, 50 heavy beam cannons, 4 high intencity particle cannons, 20 missle tubes and 1 war bay. It carries 100 Incarnite antimatter missles, and 6 squads of Wrum Bombers. This is one of the only five opperational Hareth Classes.

Mountain Class Carrier: 2 killometers long brandishing 30 anti-fighter turrets, 20 heavy beam cannons, 2 high intencity particle cannons, 10 missle tubes and four launch bays. It carries 45 Incarnite missles, 8 squads of firebird tactical fighters, 4 squads of pheonix heavy fighters, 40 ground attack mechas, 2 squads of Wrum bombers and 2 squads of Vishaakh dropships.

Dragon Class Destroyer: 1 killometer long of pure firepower. 1 high intencity particle cannon, 6 missle tubes, 15 anti fighter turrets and 8 heavy beam cannons. It carries 30 Incarnite missles. They're built as backup for carriers and are more for firepower then speed. This is the smallest ship type armed with a high intencity particle cannon.

Falcon Class Frigate: 500 meters long and built for speed. 4 missle tubes, 8 anti fighter turrets, 3 heavy beam cannons and 2 grid generators. It carries 18 Incarnite missles. Made as anti fighter/light destroyer support these ships also carry grid generators used to make the dreaded Nova feild.

Vishaakh Class Dropship: 60 meters long this is built just to go in, drop the ground units, and get out taking minimal damage. 1 anti fighter turret, 2 ground assault mechas, 20 infintry drop-pods, and 2 vehicle drop-pods.

Wrum Class Bomber: 24 meters long and armed for anti destroyer action. 1 heavy beam cannon, 3 anti fighter turrets, 1 missle tube and 5 bomb tubes. It carries 8 Incarnite missles and 30 Volcano bombs. Usually escorted by fighters for assistance.

Pheonix Heavy Fighter: These fighters are the smallest thing to have heavy beam cannons and are built to rip through smaller fighters. 1 fixed heavy beam cannon, 2 fixed energy cannons, 1 anti fighter turret and a Fissure smart bomb.

Firebird Tactical Fighter: These fighters can be outfitted and re-outfitted quickly and safly which is why they're the most common Nova fighter.
Basic: 4 fixed energy cannons, 1 anti fighter turret, 2 Incarnite missles and an afterburner.
Stealth: 3 fixed energy cannons, 1 anti fighter turrets, 1 cloaking device and 2 fissure smart bomb.
Ground Attack: 2 fixed energy cannons, 2 anti ground turrets and 4 Pillar plasma bombs.

History: The Nova Protectorate, or Novacom was originally a Gaian military exploration and research faction that was sent out to explore new stellar systems and create new weapons. However, after the war with the [insert evil aliens here] they became their own protectorate. Still friendly with Gaians.

Novacom invented the first combat able mecha and the first stable portalling device. They specialise in beam weapons and most of their military worlds have high gravity and harsh enviroments making their soldiers train for survival from childhood.

They also have training stations that train for all types of gravity and climate by use of Anti-Grav and holodecks. To graduate and join the Novacom military one must live for one week on a barely livable world on the land with not but the clothes on their back and a knife.

They have always been rather neutral but hate pirates and the Khales Protectorate. They're all fit, able, intelligent and ready for most challenges. Most recently they've been interestted in what [insert evil aliens here] are up to.

[Vhaeraun]

Name: Jonathan Carrier
Age: 57
Rank: Fleet General
Protectorate Affiliation: Alpha Protectorate
Appearance: An imposing 6'9" and weighs 180 pounds. Long White hair and cold blue eyes. Wears a red jumpsuit under a black cloak; the colors of the Alpha Protectorate.
Equipment: Pair of Hand blasters. He carries a pair of diamond-edged trilithium scimitars (sharpened to razor edgewith a laser)
Ship: Delta Class Destroyer Alpha Omega
Bio: Jonathan has led a long stunning career. Beginning when he was 18, he join the Alpha Protectorate after his father, Brian Carrier. His father carved the way for the Alpha Protectorate to become a leading force, and Jonathan wanted to become part of it. After the rigorous Basic Training, he was put in control of a speedy fighter. This fighter was pivotal in a space battle of epic proportions (Alpha Protectorate against the Psi Protectorate). It pierced through the main destroyer of the enemy and was the turning point in the battle. Jonathan was rewarded by gaining the rank of Captain and was given a battlecruiser which was dubbed the Alpha Omega. This ship, under the command of Jonathan, had an impressive battle history, but was destroyed after a second massive battle with the Psi Protectorate. Jonathan received a commendation for his efforts, and soon was promoted to the rank of General. He was given his own Destroyer, named SS Alpha, but Jonathan changed the name to Alpha Omega after the ship he lost at the hand of the Psi Protectorate. He spent the next 30 years building a name for himself across the galaxy. He even headed the push to create a Alpha Squad for ground-based operations.

FLEET: 5 Delta Class Destroyers, 7 Omega Class Battleships, 120 Alpha Fighters, 50 Pelican Class Drop Ships, 50 Alpha Class Siege Fighters

Delta Class Destroyer: 10 engine ship with 20 laser cannons on either side, and an ion accelerator mounted in front. Can hold a crew of 1000, plus has a massive hangar capable of holding 30 Alpha Fighters and 3 Pelican Class Drop Ships.

Omega Class Battleship: 10 Heavy bomb launchers 5 on a side, with 15 heavy beam cannons around the ship. Crew of 500 with a hangar-turned armory. Contains 10 EMP Nukes capable of being fired from the bomb launchers.

Alpha Fighter: Speedy 2 engine fighter with two front mounted laser cannons and two rear mounted laser cannons (can shoot at ships in front and in back. One pilot who monitors front laser cannons and a passenger who monitors the back.

Pelican Class Drop Ship: 2 engine ship with room for 10 ground troops. Slow, but very manuverable, with strafing abilities to evade gunfire.

Alpha Sige Fighters: Alpha Fighters equipped with an ion engine capable of use under water, so it can cut through the water like a torpedo and assault water side cities without detection. Has same outfitting as Alpha Fighters.

Ground force: Consists of 3000 commandos with specialized functions, from Demolition to medical to engineering, with many other types between.

Aplha Squad: Elite group of 13 commandos who infiltrate enemy ships and compounds to steal secrets. Has access to specially designed holo shields which stop 95% of damage done, but has a battery life of 10 hours, more than enough for quick infiltration, but too short for long siege missions.


History will come later, as will a few other ships...

[ZeroCross]

No thank you. One thing though, is that as soon as a race that threatened humanity retreats, all humanity starts bickering with each other? That seems a slight bit unrealistic in my opinion. Overall, it just seems a bit too, well, the aspect that draws people to want to play it just does'nt exist. There al already three RPs on the forum which come very close to this, Corruption, Starcraft: RR, and Fall of the universe. I think Space RPs have been worn out for a little while.

[Spartan-II]

Maybe for you Zero, and my char sheet has to be delayed, problems in t3h homelyfe.

[Ragnarox]

One thing though, is that as soon as a race that threatened humanity retreats, all humanity starts bickering with each other? That seems a slight bit unrealistic in my opinion.

Actually, thats a very basic instinct of humans. Humans need to blame each other for another humans losses. Also, when there is a threat to humanity, people do their best to give themselves a sense of security...weapons are a means of that. As more weapons accumulate, tension rises between powers. When this happens, a single spark can ignite the fire. This was a constant threat in the Cold War.

Also, if you don't want to join, then don't post.

[iHawk]

Hey Rag! Join The Nova Protecterate! Or I'll draft ya! :P Seriously, join me, I'll give ya any ship! I'll let you command a mecha squad, a fighter squad, the destroyer squad, A PLANET EVEN! Join Novacom. We're all physicly fit and well trained! JOIN OR BE DRAFTED! Join, pleeeease?
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[Vhaeraun]

hmph.

Us at Alpha Protectorate do not lower ourselves to begging for recruits. They are lining up to join us.

BTW, if anyone creates a Psi Protectorate, you are the enemies of the Alpha Protectorate, so make your bio accordingly ;)

[ZeroCross]

Well, the reason I posted Rag is because I'm the person that joins nearly every RP there is on this forum. It's a bit odd when I don't join one.

[Geno]

Take your bickering outside of this RP, like in PM, guys. Leave his thread alone!

As for this RP, it looks interetsing, but I have enough on my plate for a little while... I *might* think about joining at a later date, like... After finals are done, and I'm moved back in at home... MAYBE...

~Larry "Geno" Meyers
- BI's RP forum Aide

[singo]

Hell, Im game, I'll think up a character today and/or tomorrow.

[kongurous]

Name: Gordon Danforth
Age: 62
Rank: Andromeda Fleet Commander
Protectorate Affiliation: Andromeda Protectorate
Appearance: Gordon stands at a seemingly diminuitive 5'2", but he commands the greatest starfleet in his sector of the universe. He has piercing blue eyes, greying hair, and wears a number of good luck charms: a three-year-old cigar(which he never finished smoking)held behind his ear, a hat from the USS O'Bannon, and always has a toothpick hanging out his mouth.
Equipment: a laser pistol that is always loaded and 5 back-up clips
Ship: AFS Ascendant
Bio: Gordon was born into a rich family that had deep roots in politics. His father was the Secretary of Defense for the Andromeda Protectorate and his mother was a senator, but in a political coup that resulted in a new dictatorship, they were both slain. Gordon was 15 at the time and quickly started a resistance movement and moved the base of operations to a small moon away from the capital of the Andromeda Protectorate, the planet of Hawking. After 10 years of fighting, the resistance finally built up a strong enough fleet and sacked the capital itself. The only ship to survive that spacebattle was the Ascendant, and when the battle for the planet was over, the Ascendant was his flagship, after being refit, of course. 42 years of expanding Andromeda's borders and fighting border skirmishes made Gordon cold and bitter, but his command skills amazing. Currently, he is looking at opening trade, or even allying, with the Gaia Protectorate.
Fleet: The AFS Ascendant is a Crusader-class battleship, as some designs were stolen from the Gaia Protectorate during the resistance movement's need for ships. It, as well as the AFS Armstrong, are Crusader-class ships but since time was short, they're the only two ever made by the Andromeda Protectorate. They carry all ships that require a crew less than 5, and the support ships are Redmond-class destroyers(details will be made later in the edit), Fletcher-class Frigates, three Rommel-class light carriers, and have 50-100 Wildcat-class heavy fighters as close support.

Redmond-class Destroyers: 1 kilometer long with half the armament of a Crusader-class. Is the fastest ship in the Andromeda fleet and usually carries atleast 3 nukes for planetside deployment.

Fletcher-class Frigates: 3/4 of a kilometer, with 30 light Turbo lasers, and 15 missile pods with EMP and Hellfire warheads.

Rommel-class light carriers: Carries all bombers and dropships for the fleet, and is as long as the Crusader-class battleships. The only thing light about it is it's load, which is mostly marines for boarding and planetside deployment. Carries 10 C-450 dropships.

Wildcat-class heavy fighter: Nearly identical to Swift-class picket ships, only differences are it has heavier armour, and it takes about 25 of them to take out a Crusader-class ship. It only has two pilots, one who flies and the other who controls the ordnance.

C-450 dropship: half a kilometer long with 15 light Turbo laser emplacements. Carries up to 500 Marines, 50 tanks, 150 light transports, and carries 500 drop-pods if loaded with the Marines for orbital drop is planetside drop is unavailable or too dangerous.

Ok, so how 'bout now?

[Vhaeraun]

pretty good kong, but now since you made a new Protectorate, you need to detail your Fleet, like the other Protectorate leaders have.

[Protoss_Honor]

Name: Tregal Nogura

Age: 36

Rank: Fleet Captain, Commands the Destroyer squad

Protectorate Affiliation: Nova Protectorate

Bio: Tregal started traing to be in the Nova military at the age of ten. He tried joining and got in at the age of 13 and graduated at the age of 19. He has studied everything he can get his hands on since he was 8 so he is quite smart also. He started out as a fighter pilot for 5 years then he was promoted to captain. He was given command of a Dragon Class destroyer, the White Fury. After ten years as captain of the Fury he was promoted to Fleet Captain and given command over all af the Dragon class destroyers. He still commanded the White fury though. He is one of Zaone Younes most trusted officers.

Ship: Dragon Class Destroyer, White Fury it is modified and has 1 high intensity particle cannons, 7 missle tubes, 16 anti fighter turrets, 4 anti missile turrets, 8 heavy beam cannons and 35 incarnite missiles. It also has more shielding and armor and is slightly faster.

Appearance: 6’ 3”, he wheighs 220lbs, dark black hair, he has tanned skin. He also has ice blue eyes. He has slightly pointed eybrows and ears. He wears the military ice blue jumpsuit and the Novacom headset. He comes from a desert planet with 5 times the normal gravity. He is a master at desert survival.


Equipment: Like all Novacom personnel he is amzing at hand to hand, so he carries the traditional command blade. He also has a Novacom scorpions, (sorry I copied yours LT. But hey since I am in your Protectorate, why not?)


Lt said I could add a new class of ship so here it is and there are 30 of them in the fleet


Galaxian Class Starcruiser: 1.5 km wide .8 long. It has ten batteries, and 4 engines at the back. It has 4 rotating, twin nozzeled mega cannons, two on top and two on the bottom. It has 1 high intencity particle cannon, 1 heavy beam cannons, 2 anti missle guns, 2 anti fighter guns, 20 incarnate antimatter missile bays, and 2 launch bays that hold 1 squad of Wurm Bombers, 1 squad of Pheonix Heavy Fighters, 2 squads of attack Mechas, and 3 squads of dropships, 1 squad of Firebird Tactical Fighter, and 15 infantry squads each, it also has a bomb bay that holds 5 volcano bombs and one fissure bomb. It is not very fast. It is more of a backup vessel because it is slow and hangs at the back of the fleet. It also is not very maneuverable.

(I would have done my own protectorate but it was too much trouble)

[Raging-Fury]

The AFS Ascendant is a Crusader-class battleship, as some designs were stolen from the Gaia Protectorate during the resistance movement's need for ships. It, as well as the AFS Armstrong, are Crusader-class ships but since time was short, they're the only two ever made by the Andromeda Protectorate. They carry all ships that require a crew less than 5, and the support ships are Redmond-class destroyers(details will be made later in the edit), Fletcher-class Frigates, three Rommel-class light carriers, and have 50-100 Wildcat-class heavy fighters as close support.


LoL pirating is perfectly fine, This will be an awesome RP ill wait for another day and see if anyone else comes, otherwise we will start it, in terms of alliances, feel free to negotiate with whomever you like and form any protectorate alliances you want. If you would like begin the negotiations now before the RP starts and announce the Alliances at teh start of the RP.

[iHawk]

Protoss_Honor and I are at WAR! jk jk He's my underling he wouldn't dare. Or would he...
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Anywho The Nova protecterate will negotiate before fireing if it is needed. *Zaon calls off the fleet advance and orders coffee*

[t3trino]

is it ok if i don't join any protecterates but become a pirate?

[Ragnarox]

Hey Rag! Join The Nova Protecterate! Or I'll draft ya! Seriously, join me, I'll give ya any ship! I'll let you command a mecha squad, a fighter squad, the destroyer squad, A PLANET EVEN! Join Novacom. We're all physicly fit and well trained! JOIN OR BE DRAFTED! Join, pleeeease?

So sorry to dissapoint you Lt., but I already made arrangements with Raging-Fury about being in the Gaia fleet. However, I will P.M you about something...

[Spartan-II]

Name: Jarek Riyo

Age: 58

Rank: Psion Fleet Commander (Grand Marshall)

Protectorate Affiliation: Psion Protectorate. (Not to be confused with Psi.)

Appearance: Jarek stands at exactly 6' feet high. He has pepper colored hair and steel gray eyes. He is lean and muscular, mostly from being a highstrung person who eats very little. He wears a blue uniform with black shoes, and always wears his specialized Admiralty ring. It has a large sapphire imbedded in the middle of twin silver Dragons. This he wears on his ring finger, showing that he is married to his career.

Equipment: A specially modified laser rifle that can act as a sniper rifle, or a close range semi-automatic assault rifle.

Flagship: P.P.S Rapier.

Bio: Jarek was born on the capitol of Psion space, Tarius. He was born into a middle class family who had an extensive history of military service. When he was 18, he joined the Space Corps. and soon became an "Adder" pilot. After participating in one of the largest space battles of his Era, and succesfully taking out an enemy destroyer due to a bit of luck and a lot of good timing, he was promoted to the rank of Captain. With his newfound rank, he found himself incharge of a Hyperion class Destroyer, named the P.P.S Pegasus. On a routine scouting mission, his ship was ambushed by 3 Maul destroyers. In a brilliant show of tactics, bravery, and skill, he managed to destroy the destroyers, limp back to Tarius, and thus gained the rank of Commander. After several more years of fighting, he eventually rose through the ranks and became the Grand Marshall of the Psion fleet.

Allies: None so far.

Enemies: Maul Protectorate.

Fleet: The P.P.S Rapier is a Halcyon class carrier, with 2 HBC (Heavy Beam Cannons*), 40 heavy Turbo cannons, 24 "FlaK*" missille pods, 18 "Stinger" anti-fighter cannons, and 2 Caprice hangars. Each hangar hols 24 "Hornet" fighters, 14 "Adder" fighters, and 12 "Cobra" heavy bombers.


Halcyon Class Carriers: Slightly over a Kilometre long, each is heavily armed and outfitted with the newly created "FlaK" missile pods. 2 HBC, 34 Heavy Turbo Cannons, 20 "Flak" missile pods, 18 "Stinger" anti-fighter cannons, and 2 Caprice Hangars.

Hyperion Class Destroyer: These are 1/2 a kilometre long and are heavily armed with 24 light Turbo cannons, 12 "FlaK" missile pods, 10 "Stinger" anti-fighter cannons, and 1 HBC.

Faust Class Frigate: These are lightly armed, and mostly meant for anti-fighter purposes. They have 10 Heavy Turbo cannons, 10 Light Turbo cannons, 8 "FlaK" missile pods, an 22 "Stinger" anti-fighter cannons.

Hornet - Light Fighter: This small fighter has a 2 man crew, and is armed with 2 laser cannons, and 4 "FlaK" missiles. They are small, fast, and are excellent for Fighter-to-Fighter combat.

Adder - Heavy Fighter: This heavy fighter has a 4 man crew, and is armed with 4 laser cannons, 6 "FlaK" missiles, and a single "Hail Chain Gun*"

Cobra - Heavy Bomber: These ships are meant to swarm larger ships and destroy them with their missiles and bombs. They are armed with 8 Laser Cannons, 10 "FlaK" missiles, and 6 "Atlas*" missiles.


Heavy Beam Cannon: A very large laser battery, takes 2 minutes to charge and depletes all shields, and cuts though armor like a knife.

Flak Missiles: When the missiles are launched, they explode at a pre-determined distance spraying everything within the radius with high temperature plasma.

Hail Chain Gun: A very rapid fire version of a laser cannon.

Atlas Missiles: Very high Ordinance explosives, they spell death for targets withno shields.

[kongurous]

Spartan, if you're going be military rank by today's standards, Captain is a higher naval rank than Commander. Just thought you oughtta know.

[Protoss_Honor]

Protoss_Honor and I are at WAR! jk jk He's my underling he wouldn't dare. Or would he...
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Anywho The Nova protecterate will negotiate before fireing if it is needed. *Zaon calls off the fleet advance and orders coffee* Maybe I would Maybe I wouldn't he he he :shiftyl: :shiftyr: :D j/k and get me a cup of coffee too

[Raging-Fury]

is it ok if i don't join any protecterates but become a pirate?

That would be fine, but you should set up your base of operations in someones protectorate because all pirates need a home, you will just be on your own however or working with that protectorates sanction. or you can find an uninhabited planet but its up to you, pirating is ok

[kongurous]

There are sanctioned privateers in the Andromeda Protectorate, if you'd like legal sanctuary to go about your pirating desires.

[singo]

Okayyyyyy here goes. Anyone see the name of my protectorate coming?




Name: Sartol Durandal

Rank: Captain

Age: 29
Protectorate Affiliation: Britannia Protectorate

Appearance: 6"1 in height, Short dark hair conforming to Britannia Protectorate Military regulations. When off duty wears green DPM several sizes too big. When on duty he tends to wear 500-series Radioplastic unpowered armour.
Equipment: 500-series Radioplastic armour, Welby-Simms autopistol. When leading a ground assault he will also carry a Britannia standard issue Plasma-Accelerator.
Ship: Trafalgar Class assault cruiser H.M.S Savior. 500 meters long, armed with two twin railgun turrets top and bottom in fully rotating turrets with the same aft (A total of eight turrets) and a forward mounted heavy plasma battery. Fifty CIWS guns for anti-missile defence. Twelve fighter bays for the fighters of 617 Sqn. Very heavy armour - Ten feet of Silksteel/radioplastic-A

Bio: Born on the eve of Queen Victoria V's ascension to the throne of the Britannia Protectorate he joined the military at the age of seventeen. Quickly showing himself to have an apt grasp of tactics, if not the best shot, he was transferred to the command staff of General Carter. After the succesful annexation of the Wolf-713 system, in which his insightful planning was instrumental in bringing the seige of the systems capital, Carter reccomended him for promotion. As all Officers in the Britannia Protectorate's forces must be adept both in the sky and on the ground he required a full year and a half in the Britannia OCS (Officer Candidate Selection) training compound on Alexandria Orbital, above the Protectorate throne world of Britannia itself. Before rising to command the H.M.S Savior two years ago.



Protectorate Background: Forged in 2796 by the willpower of King George XV This small nation soon realised its only hope of survival was scientific advantages and rapid expansion and by 2990 was a mjor player on the western rim of the galaxy. The Britannia forces prefer heavily armoured and well armed ships and vehicles to fast moving agile craft. This is reflected in the amount of armour their ships carry. Ruled by a monarch and a parliament. The people are happy with this. The protectorate also has a very effecient propaganda machine, despite no state-controlled media. They also give licence to privateering.



Fleet:



Ark Royal Class Carrier



995 meters long these ships emphase versitility, as well as carrying three squadrons of Razorblade Class fighters they are also covered with twelve feet of heavy Silksteel/Radioplastic-A armour and carry ten twin railgun turrets and five heavy plasma batteries along with seventy CIWS guns. This enables them to fulfil the dual role of battleship and carrier. althogh as a battleship they are lightly armed.


Defender class heavy cruiser

900 meters long, armour is up to the standard of the Ark Royal class. weapons consist of four twin railgun turrets top and bottom facing forward and one top and one bottom faceing astern. the same port and starboard, giving total coverage with the ships twenty heavy gun turrets. they only carry a single heavy plasma battery forward however, relying on their massive complement of railguns to ward off enemy starships. Fifty CIWS guns and no fighters.

Trafalgar class assault cruiser

See "SHIP:"


Unity class frigate

425 meters long, carries top and bottom twin railguns like the trafalgar class, but has a less powerful plasma battery and only eight feet of armour. no fighters and twenty five CIWS guns

King George class corvette

250 meters long, this is the only fast and manuverable ship the Britannia Protectorate has in its arsenal. Instead of railguns all these ships have been fitted with the new plasma accelerators specifically designed for overloading energy sheilding as railgun ammunition is easily deflected unless it is travelling at excessive speeds, not usually a problem for big ships as they can carry the huge fusion plants to power them, but the smaller ships do not have that advantage. They also have fifteen CIWS guns

All ships: Carry two launching tubes for "Buccaneer" Antimatter missiles.

Razorblade class starfighter

Only of medium pace but nontheless exceptionally agile these fighters were desinged to excel in dogfights. Twin Particle beam accelerators and four wing mounted lasers provide excellent firepower. They are also fitted with exceptional amounts of armour for a fighter.

Lancaster heavy bomber

Named for the bomber that proved itself in a war over a thousand years ago, these bombers are designed with surviveability in mind, to that end they carry four CIWS guns that are also effective against fighters as well as missiles. Their payload is usually twenty "buccaneer" cruise missiles carrying a thousand pound antimatter warhead.


Weaponry of the fleet

The railgun was designed to rival the turbo-cannons of other protectorates. Firing a three ton round packed to the brim with explosives at speeds of around twenty miles per second (in a vacuum) The rounds are usually set to explode a hundred metres or more inside the target, to cause damage to the interior.

Plasma batteries consist of four twenty EW plasma cannons rotating and firing as one. they cause massive damage to most ships and have a three hundred meter vaporization radius if fired at a surface target.

Plasma Accelerators are effectively twin barreled batteries.

Particle Beam Accelerators are based on technology developed a milennium ago, the simple accelerate a beam of charged ions at the target, stripping its armour away as well as irridating the target.

Antimatter missiles simply annihilate upon hitting the target, releasing an immense burst of energy that can destroy capital ships - if their sheilds are down.... If not the missiles are stopped and send their energy into the void.
Against surface targets they are about 400 times more damaging than a nuclear weapon of the same size. No mushroom cloud though. Lots of radiation.


For reasons of space, ground vehicles and infantry equipment have not been listed here, nor have orbital defences.

[Raging-Fury]

Ok, was thinkin about gettin this one started, if you guys want to start this up just post here and ill do it once everyone responds

[Protoss_Honor]

ssure start it up now if you want that is fine with me.

[Holjfie]

Name: Jerek Constil
Age: 54
Rank: Grand Admiral
Protectorate: Sorath Protectorate
Appearance: Graying, usually neat pressed officer's uniform, green eyes, no beard.
Equipment: Nothing other than an electronic notepad
Ship: The Achilles (Lucifer Class Heavy Cruiser, modified by being painted black to look fearsome)
Bio: Jerek successfully leads the fleet of the Sorath Protectorate. He is a brilliant man, with a heart made of steel and his mind sharp as a razor. His family was quite wealthy, sent him to a nice school, and he joined the military. Was married, but the wife died. Two children remain.

Vessels in Fleet:

Lucifer Class Heavy Cruiser- Created for a much needed heavy ship that could be stopped by little, the Lucifer Class Heavy Cruiser sports 2 PECs (Pure Energy Cannons, which fire a highly concentrated beam with pinpoint accuracy at a long range distance, but requires a cooldown and recharge time), 4 Heavy Beam lasers, 16 Heavy Pulse lasers 20 Anti-Missle pulse lasers, and 20 Anti-Fighter Pulse beams, as well as regular laser turrets and anti-fighter turrets. The PECs are mounted on the front in a semi-fixed position, able to aim in a 35 degree arc. The rest are on turrets spread around the hull. These ships are rather slow, instead of sporting the regular 3 engines, has 2, since the space of the third was used for stronger shielding. These cruisers cannot hold any ships, built specifically for space combat and holding its own.

Deception Class Carrier- Holds an impressive 160 ships, the deception is often mistaken for the Marcus Class Battleship, which it was designed close to. The only main difference is the lack of main firing weapons. The carrier only has a few anti fighter pulse beams, instead relying on fighters to defend them.

Marcus Class Battleship- The Marcus was the previous dominator of the Sorath Protectorate's fleet, but now the Lucifer holds that title, by far. The Marcus still has its uses, having 6 Heavy Beam cannons, 8 Light Beam Cannons, 12 missile defense pulse lasers, and 15 Anti-Fighter Pulse lasers. It has been known to be a very reliable ship, albeit almost obsolete due to the much larger and more powerful Lucifer Class Cruisers.

Mercury Fighters- Single-fighter ships, carrying Pulse Lasers and an afterburner, good for a 15 second burst of speed. Mostly just a scout ship.

Predator Heavy Fighter- More commonly found in the fighter fleet, the Predator Heavy Fighter is equipped with 2 Medium Pulse lasers, 6 Hornet Missiles, and 1 Batch Mine (when released attaches itself to nearest ship ((usually a capital ship)) and sets up for a nice hole in the hull.

"Bomberman" Bomber- Uses bombs for either space combat or atmospheric bombardment. Not usually deployed unless it can deliver a killing blow to a capital ship, it is nonetheless very dangerous. It has 3 Zeus Missiles (heaviest missile the Sorath Protectorate has), 4 Isis Missiles, 3 Seculid Mines (EMP effect on non-protected AKA enemy ships) and 5 Batch Mines.

[kongurous]

Ship: The Achilles (Lucifer Class Heavy Cruiser, modified by being painted black to look fearsome)

If something painted black is in space, it'd be invisible. I don't think it'd be very fearsome.

[Holjfie]

OOC: It wouldn't be invisible if other ships detected it and its weapons were firing. Add to the fact that it'd block out light.

[Ragnarox]

However it would be invisible to visual, which may make it look quite intimidating when people can't directly see what their shooting at.

However, with all the advanced built in sensors, it would be easily noticeable by other ships.

[Raging-Fury]

OOC:Actually in all truth a black ship would not be invisible, it would be a void, a moving anomoly that blocked out stars as it moved. I figure ill start this off, and if anyone wants to still join thats perfectly fine, just make sure u read up on the info

IC:
Jerich looked around and popped the hatch off of the top of the Peregrine Fast attack fighter, and climbed out into the crowded hangar bay of the Blood Hawk. Jerich landed heavily, and fought to quickly gain his balance in the denser gravity used on the warship as a Task Force Talon shock trooper approached in full battle regalia.
Jerich looked at the uniform and smiled as the man who stood at a few inches taller than 6'0" motioned for him to follow. Jerich looked around and a rush of memories flooded his senses as his eyes wandered across the worn fighters and hangar deck, memories of the harsh training done on board, and the pain, but how it physically, and mentally prepared the soldiers for the realities of their jobs.
Jerich pulled out his red beret and put it on letting the black phoenix symbol (The Phoenix is the logo of Task Force Talon, typically Blood Red but on the red Beret's it is a black) display prominently while they walked to the demonstration area. Jerich arrived and realized he was the last one as he looked around at the other graduates of the program who had moved on to become prominent commanders or top operatives in the fleet operations.
"Nice of you to show up Admiral, what was the punishment for tardiness during training? 5 miles in 3x the training gravity? I think we can let you slide this once Sir as we are already running late enough as it is." The Commander of the Blood Hawk, said as a smile crept across his lips.
Jerich felt his face flush in embarrasment but he quickly forced himself to calm down as he reached out and took the mans hand, "Nice to see you too Colonel Steele, well whenever your ready to proceed you may." Jerich said as Ramius Steele touched the intercom button ordering the beginning of the exercise. Jerich moved up to the window of the observation deck and looked at the man next to him, reading his identification tag as a Luxor Hellion.
"Hello Captain, when did you graduate?" Jerich asked while watching the exercise. The strike team raced along corridors that had different sections that switched temperature, gravity, and air concentration, while they were forced to take down training bots that fired stun bolts at the men. The entire training area was cleared in a matter of minutes with only 2 "casualties" among the teams as the timer flashed.
Colonel Steele flicked on the intercom and his voice boomed across the training area "Congratulations on setting a new record gentlemen. For those who were shot, better luck next time, you need to train harder, now stand aside and watch how its really done," With that he put his hand over the mike and looked to the onlookers "Forgot to mention, This is the part where we run the course, I hope each of you has been training, we are goin' in." He said a smile spread wickedly across his face.

[OOC: BTW you all dont have to start with this much, or with another character in the scenario, you dont have to immediately engage anyone either, but feel free to do what you feel is right. and if you have made any alliances feel free to announce them however you would like]

[kongurous]

Gordon stood at the helm of the AFS Ascendant as he looked at the capital of the Andromeda Protectorate that was built right into the sun itself(its 1,000 years in the future, surely we can build things into solar entities).

Of course he had eye protection and the view screen darkened accordingly for those who didn't.

The fleet of about 500 ships was preparing for a strike of Maul space, which neighboured Andromeda. Psion and Maul had been at war for years before, though Gordon had been preoccupied with leading a resistance against the tyrannical Hyrainal family that had murdered his mother and father, and taken control of the Protectorate. Recently, Gordon had allied with the Psion Protectorate and was about to launch a clandestine raid on the closest outer colony of Maul/Andromeda space.

First, the C-450s would launch and orbital-drop tactical teams to creep in and place nukes on the Orbital Defense Cannons that dotted the designated invasion vector. After the cannons were out, the tac teams would retreat back to designated evac sites to be picked up later. After the cannons were out, the rest of the fleet would move in and take out all orbiting defenses, then launch the heavy fighters to mop up anything, and clear a path down to the surface, where the C-450s would drop the equipment and men. After that, the destroyers would go around the planet to take out any other orbital defenses while the battleships would provide orbital support for the Marines dropped planetside. That was the general strategy for Andromeda forces, and it worked well.

As the sublight engines powered up, Gordon sent an encrypted message to all the ships in the fleet, and within the blink of an eye, they vanished in a sublight FTL boost.

(OOC: the Andromeda Protectorate and the Psion Protectorate are allies, and me and Raging-Fury are negotiating an alliance)

[Ragnarox]

Luxor Hellion
TFT space training facility
Observation Deck
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"Hello Captain, when did you graduate?" asked the tall man that Luxor immediately identified as Admiral Jerich Stone.

Luxor swivled to attention and saluted the Admiral. Luxor then said, "Roughly three years ago, sir."

Jerich chuckled and said, "At ease captain, your regimental class was a good one."

Meanwhile, the good Colonel was finishing his rant towards the latest TFT unit that completed the course and turned to both Jerich and Luxor and said, "Forgot to mention, this is the part where we run the course, I hope each of you have been training, we are goin' in."
The Colonel put on a a wicked smile and Luxor smirked and said, "Yessir."

The three of them proceeded to exit the room, but not before Jerich cranked up the difficulty settings on the control panel before they left. Luxor glanced back at Jerich who said, "I know I'm crazy."

Luxor bobbed his head slightly and replied, "Nah, I would have done the same thing sir."

"Oh, then why didn't you do it before me?" Jerich inquired.

Luxor thought for a moment as the three of them ran to the suit up room and said, "I don't know sir."

"Heh, thats what I like about your class, your all so damn honest." replied Jerich.

Luxor smiled and followed the Colonel into the suit up room along with Jerich. They suited up in the Zero-G combat suits and prepped their weapons quickly.

Within thirty seconds, they were at the course start area. Luxor looked at Steele, then at Jerich and said, "Just the three of us, eh?"

Steele cracked his neck and said, "I told you to prepare for hell captain."

The red, rotating lights went on and the bulkhead door began to open. Luxor checked his machine-pistol again, and steeled himself for combat.

[Tag Raging-Fury]

[Protoss_Honor]

Fleet Captain Tregal Nogura
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Fleet Captain Tregal Nogura walks the corridors of his ship on the way to the bridge. Every time he passes a crewman they snap to attention against the wall and salute, Tregal salutes back and continues on. He enters a lift and presses the bridge button. The lift slightly bumps as it starts going up, he mentally reminds himself to tell the repair chief to look into it. The lift stopped when it arrived at the bridge. Tregal exited the lift and his comm officer said to him, “Sir, Fleet Admiral Zaon wants to talk to you.”
“Very well I will take it in my ready room”


(ooc) Tag LT

[Raging-Fury]

OOC: LoL lookin back at the posts i just noticed we have three chars with about the same name pronunciation, Jerich Jerek and a third one, anyway found this amusing but back on topic.

IC:
Jerich Stone
Training Deck
Crusader Blood Hawk
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The door to the training room hissed open and the three men filed in. Jerich raised his XM-99 (the laser version of the XM-8 after about 1000 years of evolution) and swept down the first corridor, as the gravity lightened making each step bounce. The temperature also droppedto sub-zero temperatures causing the breath coming from the masks to become ragged and misty. Ramius took a step forward when a training droid appeared and launched a stun bolt down the corridor. Jerich and Ramius threw themselves to opposite sides of the corridor while Luxor dropped to the ground and fired his weapon sending several underpowered shots into the droids head and torso causing it to shut down as it's sensors registered kill shots.

"Clear!" He called as he picked himself up off of the decking and began moving forward. Jerich and Ramius followed and came to a 3-way split in the corridor.

"Time to split up," Jerich said as he took the far right and Ramius moved down the left leaving the middle for Luxor. Within moments Jerich lost sight of the other two and hit a section of corridor where the temperature reached close to 100 degrees, and the gravity lightened even further causing him to scramble for handholds on the wall to move along. The atmosphere also lightened making it harder to breathe as he came to the next junction.

Jerich peered around one corner and a training droid spotted him. The droid swiveled on its mount and Jerich pushed himself off of the wall floating across the corridor when he hit a gravity patch that increased the gravity to twice the training gravity causing Jerich to land heavily while he sprayed his underpowered laser bolts down the hall stitching the bot up and down the carraige while he regained his balance. He worked his way further down and found he'd reached the end of the hall, Jerich reached up and activated his comm. "East corridor clear, North, West, how are you doing." Jerich asked Ramius and Luxor.

[Tag Ragnarox]

[Ragnarox]

Luxor Hellion
TFT Training Bay on Blood Hawk
Kicking robot arse
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"East corridor clear, North, West, how are you doing." Jerich's voice crackled over the comm.

Luxor burned an almost perfect line of machine-pistol shots into a combat bot that ambushed him from above. Suddenly, dew began to condense on the walls of the room and it began to cool, gravity intensifed.

"North, doing well, one more room to go." Luxor replied.

"Hurry up soldier..." Colonel Steele said over the comm.

By the time Steele said that, Luxor was in the next room and launched six rounds into another combat bot. Another bot popped out of the wall to his left, Luxor pushed it away just as zero gravity initiated and launched a pair of shots to the head.

Gravity restored and Luxor walked into the next room and met up with Jerich.

"All clear." said Luxor.

Now they just were waiting on the Colonel when he busted out of the room to the west with ozone pouring out of a disabled combat bot.

"How fast did we clear this exersice?" asked Ramius.

Luxor checked the time and said, "About...29 seconds sir."

Jerich shook his head lightly and said, "Thats got to be a record."

The three soldiers began their journey back to central command and control, gossiping like school children along the way.

[Tag Raging-Fury]

[Windwalker]

Can I join Again Raging? Im draken_ae from blizz!

Name: Merik Shatal
Age: 151
Rank: High Commander
Protectorate Affiliation:None
Affiliation: Vulinian Conclave
Appearance: Merik is 5'11, and daily wears the high commander uniform. The Uniform is a blue robe with a slash down to the bottom going from top-right to left. The color of the slash down is red. He wears on the right side of his uniform 2 Symbol of Vulianan, which represent his status as a fleet commander, and wears the ring of Imaras to symbolize his status as a high commander.
Equipment: He wears a hip belt which contains his neutrono pistol and his scanner.
Ship: Battlestar Class Su'Da'Ran (Ancient Okran for StarRider)
Bio: Merik grew up in the higher class of society. As he grew up his parents harrassed him about his future, he had 2 choices as part of Centauron Class. He was either to be a Healer or Searcher(Scientist). However he chose the path of military, and was denouced by the Centauron Class and his family. He entered the military academy of Kilma, and excelled in science and command, however he lacked ability in tactical systems and use of electronical devices. He graduated though after much difficulty and was a fleet officer at the age of 40, he traveled along with observer task force Ni'La (Night). He observed the attack of the Sarion and learned much from the human’s repulsion and the Sarion Offense. Many years after that observer fleet he defended his race against a reckless protectorate fleet. The defense of planet, gave him info importance to be notice by the High Command. And he was enlisted to their ranks and well here he is now.
Race Bio: Vula is a world of much ecological unbalance. On the north hemisphere there is a torrent of magma and heat. The North has the greatest number of volcanoes and is the epicenter of the great desert. The Desert stretchs across the northern hemisphere. The Southern Hemisphere is total different, the southern hemisphere is considered a tropical climate and is a perfect weather for growth.
Now to the race, the Vula People are named Vulans. They're social structure is based on castes; the castes also fall into sub-categories. The Caste are as so Waros(warriors), Admina(Adminstration), Aras(Templar/Religous Peoples), Twork(Workers), Jemal (Scientists), Nekra (Lowest Class, all categories unmentioned. There are numerous sum-categories known as classes ( i won't go into detail about them.) The society is very hierarchal, the only people who are above the caste are those who excel at one another and are apart of the Great Council. Vulans had many civil wars till the final climactic battle the human year of 1999, during this time over 12 Billion Vulans had died. After the battle the Vulianin Council was left and hereafter they took control of the management of the planet. They by year 2020 entered space and took to exploring. They in 2113, adopted the Sangrus Doctrine. The Doctrine stated they would not interfer in the business of other races unless they were directly threatened. The Vulanians have spent much of their years observing the Protectorate. The longest living Vulan is 1230, most however live to 1010.
Ships:
Capital Ships:
LongBlade Carrier: The Longblade carrier is the capital ship for the defensive fleets Vulianin Council. They're are armed with 2 Pulsar Cannons, 4 Light Pulse Batteries, and over 20 point defense voids. It has a large hanger, which consists of 12 Squadrons of Fighters. The Longblade has overlap shields, which are powered by multiple small energy generators, which are also connected to the main 2 generators located near the bridge.
(1 in service, one at Vulan)

Slivar Class BattleStar: The Battlestar is the pinnacle of Vulianin Technology; they are armed to the teeth. They are equip with 15 Pulsar Cannons, 15 Heavy Pulse Batteries, 5 Medium Pulse Batteries, 15 Neutron Torpedoes, 150 Point Defense voids. They however have small hanger, which contains 2 transports. The Battlestar has powerful shields, but is extremely slow in sub-space.
(2 in service, Located in each of the 2 Observer Fleets)

Other Ships:
Telrite Picket Carrier: The Carrier is limited use with the Vulianin Council. They are armed with 4 Light Pulse Batteries, and 4 Point Defense Voids. They have 4 Squadrons of Fighters. The carriers have a medium strength shielding, and are a decent speed.
(3 in service; 2 at Vulan, 1 at Anotch Colony


Specil Ema Ships: They ship are science vessels for the Vulianin, they have extensive equipment. The main defense these ships are 15 Gravi Distort Shielding (its distorts the laser so it misses), the ships are however equipped with a RaHeon Nova Cannon (It creates a structural instability). It is equipped with weak shields, and is slow. (Its main weakness it’s long cool down period)

(6 in service; 2 at each of the 3 observer fleets)

Androm Battleships: They are the mainstay of the expeditionary forces, they have 15 Heavy Pulse Batteries, along with 4 Neutron Torpedo Launchers. They are equipped with medium shielding and are extremely fast. They also have a hanger for 2 Rift Riders.

(4 in service; 2 at each Observer Fleets)

Fighters:
Tesan Strike Fighters: Are equipped with 2 neutron blasters, they are equipped with stelaron shielding (Medium Shielding). The strike fighters are quick to strike, but are used to engage other enemies.

(80 Fighters is Service; Defense Fleets)

Tesan Suvaf Bombers: Are Equipped with 4 Torpedo Tubes, and are equipped with Pelaran Shielding (Strong shielding). The bombers are slow and are protected by Strike Fighters.

(60 Bombers in Service; Defense Fleets)

Rift Riders: Are the transports for all of the Vulianin Council military forces. They have absolutely no weaponry, they use there shielding and cloak for defense. They use rifts to quickly jump past enemy forces, but are easily attacked when landing or launching.

(100 Riders in Service; Observer Fleet and Defense Fleets)



*Notes all Observer Fleets have advanced sensor and cloaking technology. *
*To prevent my god modding, my ships aren't numerous and are scattered through out the universe. My fleet is neutral and will stay at such, until threatened. Were like the vulcans lol*

[singo]

.....H.M.S Savior - 0.5 lightyears from the Lorsal System....

Sartol Durandal looked at the screens in front of him, they showed everything about the H.M.S Savior, but the parts he was interested in were the course headings, speed and weapons status.

He was not happy with his current assignment,, but he understood it was neccassary, space piracy was rife in the system he was headed for, and to make matters worse, the Lorsalians had recently declared themselves independant from the Britannia Protectorate. A show of strength was needed to stop other sytems from thinking they could do the same, and they would soon be annexed by another protectorate. And that would not do.

The H.M.S Savior sped through space at three hundred and fifty times lightspeed, heading straight for the asteroid fortress of Lorsal-Ar. A single Brittania assault cruiser would be more than capable of subduing the system, which had no real planets, just a huge belt of asteroids at about 1.3 AU's out from the central star. Obviously, the protectorate had sent three. The H.M.S savior, the H.M.S Call of Freedom and the H.M.S Indomitable

as the longest serving captain on this operation he was in command of the small fleet, the other two were young aristocratic types who had bought their commissions. They were still untested, and odd were this assignment would not test them either. Still, he had known plenty of officers who had not obtained rank by their birth who had been very incompetent. Anyone could be a good officer, hopefully these two would turn out to be.

Still, reports of a half dozen renegade corvettes and frigates would probably not test the advanced Protectorate ships. Not that he trusted the Intel an inch. British intelligence had been crap for centuries, space had not changed that.

He ordered all the weapons crews to power up their systems and activated his ships sheilding as they started to decellerate.

"Translight drive disengageing in five minuites...." Came the ship's computer over the intercom.

[iHawk]

Zaon Youne
Fleet Admiral
NPV Ice Drake
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Zaon watched as the face of his old friend apeared on his comm panel. "Yes Admiral?" Tregal asked. "For the last time, this is a secure channel, there's no need to call me by rank." "Fine, Zaon, what is it?" "As you know I'm going on a diplomatic mission to the Gaian Protectorate, I need you to watch over the fleet until I return." Tregal nodded, "Is that all?" Zaon replied, "Not quite, our listening stations near the edge of space have picked up some strange energy signals. We suspect another race. I want you to either select a captain to check it out or go yourself. If it is a new race talk before shooting." "Yes sir." "Good. Zaon out." The screen turned off and Zaon stepped onto the bridge.

Comander Garet walked up to Zaon, "Are we ready to leave Admiral?" "Yes Comander, take us out." The NPV Ice Drake flew away from the fleet and opened an artificial wormhole, (it's what we use instead of warp) they picked up speed and entered. "ETA for Gaian galactic border?" helmsman Thran spoke up reading his counsel. "ETA four minutes." "Good. Send the confermation hail to Gaian command. Tell them we'll be there shortly." "Yes sir." Zaon sat in his chair and waited...

The NPV Ice Drake came out of the worm hole at the edge of Gaian space, powered down engines and awaited it's escort......

(OOC) Tag either Raging-Fury or Ragnarox (OOC)

[Protoss_Honor]

Fleet Captain Tregal Nogura Commander of the Dragon Class Destroyer Squad and of the Galaxian Class Starcruiser Squad.
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Tregal exits his ready room and walks onto the bridge, he sits down in his chair then turns to the comm officer, Lieutenant Garson Tralate, “Lieutenant, contact the Captains of the ships in the fleet.”
“Yes Sir…. I have them sir.”
“This is Fleet Captain Nogura, as you have probably been informed, as of 1236 hours I am in temporary command of the Nova Protectorate Fleet. I have orders from Fleet Admiral Zaon to discover the cause of some strange energy readings at the edge of our space. I am taking along 2 Destroyers, the Glory Wing and the Dark Star, 2 Starcruisers, the Prometheus and the Excelsior, and also 3 Frigates, the Fire Hawk, the Defiant, and the StarBloom. Prepare to leave in 030 hours”
“Yes sir.”
“The rest of you continue with your normal duties. I am leaving Captain Farog in command until I return.”
“Yes sir.”

[Nickodemus]

edited out by me due to sheer stupidity..sorry

[Raging-Fury]

Jerich Stone
Flag Deck
Crusader Blood Hawk
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The three men were sitting in the Captains private chambers drinking a whiskey from Earth, and watching the footage from the training session when a call came through from the bridge.

"Urgent message from the Redtail, a Mountain Class Carrier, Nova Protectorate Markings, Tentatively Identified as the Ice Drake has appeared at the fringe of our system, how do you want us to proceed?" The operator asked. Jerich leaned back and thought for a minute.

"Are there any other ships with the carrier?" Jerich asked.

"No, sir, we read only one ship, hold that, another ship has appeared on scope, no markings, no identifier coming up, un-registered design, hold again, that phantom has just disappeared, the Carrier is alone once again," The operator responded sounding completely dumbfounded.

"Ok well keep an eye on the scope, if it comes back let me know immediately, and what about the carrier has it made any hostile moves?" Jerich asked again as he began walking with the two other men towards the hangar bay.

"No sir, they came in system and immediately powered down, they don't appear hostile," The operator responded.

"Ok, call the Earth find out what you can about this ship, also alert the Second Battlegroup, tell them to be ready to jump at moments notice, The captain and I will head back to our respective ships, scratch that, we are going out to that carrier in one of the shuttles, alert us the moment anything hostile happens otherwise we will see what they need." Jerich sent back up as he broke the connection with the bridge.

"Well back to business, arrange for my fighter to be brought back to the Redtail, I want you two to come with me and bring a Talon Detachment......Just in case." Jerich said as they climbed into a retrofitted Lancer whos drop box had been replaced with a passenger cabin so as to act as a shuttle. The Talon team filed in behind the officers, and took position by the exit ramp. They were all in their full combat regalia including the Skull masks used to incite fear on the target vessels crew.

"Attention Admiral Stone, The earth says that the ship is here for diplomatic negotiations, The council forgot to inform you of this. Typicall beurocratic bullshit, pardon the language sir, but you are clear all the way through, and have no need to worry about hostilities." The communicatoins officer buzzed through the shuttles intercom system.

"All right, well with that settled lets go, Pilot bring us to that carrier," Jerich ordered while he turned back to the officers in the cabin and began the conversation again about the exercise a smile returning to his face.

[Protoss_Honor]

Fleet Captain Tregal Nogura
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As the group of ships are heading toward the energy reading,
“Sir a message from the outpost that first detected the energy reading, they say it just disappeared.”
“Disappeared?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Contact the rest of the team. Tell them to go to star speed 5.” (star speed’s are like warp speeds, the fastest speed possible is star speed 9, only usable in wormholes.)
“Yes sir.”
Tregal turns to the helmsman Lieutenant George Spalding and navigator Ensign Peter Gold, “Lieutenant go to star speed 5.”
“Aye Aye sir.”
The ships speed through the wormhole on their way to the edge of Nova space. They exit the wormhole near the outpost.
“Lieutenant Tralate contact the outpost and ask them to send the energy readings last known coordinates.”
“Yes sir. I have the coordinates.”
“Transmit them to the other ships and to the navigators console.”
“Yes sir. The other ships acknowledge they have received the coordinates.”
“Tell them to proceed to the coordinates. Ensign enter the coordinates. Lieutenant Spalding, engage a wormhole then proceed at star speed 2.”
“Yes sir.”
“Yes sir”

[Raging-Fury]

OOC: Forgot to add this to my last post, its fine for you to jump in Draken i like the race, i remember this one from bf, i take it uve noticed the better response over here, and quimbly, you should post the specs you showed me in teh PM that is just a little confusing there with the appearance

[Holjfie]

Grand Admiral Jerek Constil
Sorath Protectorate Main Capital (Saburn System, planet Larissa)
Trying to calm a bit of disorder
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Jerek sifted through papers on his desk. Every time he came back to this office, it was cluttered with papers. Most of it was memos and other unnecessary things, some people in the High Council wanted to annoy him. He saw papers that ignited memories, seeing as how he got the same papers onboard the ship he was usually on for months at a time. He had to sift through it, though, find the important stuff. Stuff like invitations to various formal occassions, major notices, family letters, and reports on the general well-being of the Sorath Protectorate.

He got the most important stuff, and shoved it off the side of the desk. His secretary or janitor would clean it up. As he thought of her, she popped in.

"Sir, you have a meeting with Jeremy Shepps. I think you'll remember him from General Gatz's party?" She didn't bother waiting for him to answer, even though he didn't remember. "Colonel Shepps wants to talk about 'business' as he so put it. At 8 tonight you have a meeting with some various fleet officers, with only a few groundhogs like Colonel Shepps attending. Major issues are costs, fleet arrangement, defense patterns, and, of course, the report they'll send to the council."

Jerek nodded, taking a bit of it in, taking out his noteputer to look at his schedule himself, and opened up the same calendary his secretary was looking off of now.

"Tomorrow you have a fundraiser to go to. It's for morale if anything, but you showing up would no doubt help spirits. You'll be having lunch with Director Freed, he might tell you stuff about the Council, since he's had a meeting very recently with them. This will be important, because at 6 the Council wants to meet with you personally. By that time I'll have received the report you make tonight and give it to you as you walk in. However, on a general note, some of your friends in the Command Structure want to make sure you know the following;

1. The Council intends to reduce funds for the fleet.
2. The Council has expressed an intent to reduce the paychecks of various ranks in all branches of the military.
3. The Council wants to prepare for war, and recently there's been note of the Council ordering ships to look into other Protectorates. There is a particularly new one they seem to be taking into interest, but there is no clear candidate for war.
4. There has been an increased in spy activity by the Council, which includes various military leaders in the Army having their houses "robbed". A few Fleet officers did too, but nothing was thought to be stolen that was of importance.

That's about it for the important stuff. Rear Admiral McCurdy left a message in the black box, and told me to tell you it was important. Sir, these times are getting dangerous. I know that you know this already, but watch your back. Something that's not been made public is the fact that the Council has assassinated a few officers of various military branches. If you're not careful, they'll get you, too."

The last thing she said to him before she left made him think she was more human than she had previously been. And if what she said was true, then the Council's spies had been more successful than the Military's. If their power waned, for a second, the Council would have complete control. This thought troubled him, and as he walked out he made sure he could reach for his pistol quickly.

[Vhaeraun]

Damn. I come back and there are already 2 pages of RP.

I didn't have time to read it all, so if anyone did anything involving the AP (Alpha Protectorate) let me know so I can read your post. Anyway, here I go.



Jonathan awoke to a buzzing. He looked around, and realized that he was alone in his quarters. Yet, the buzzing continued. He looked around, and realized the buzzing was coming from his wrist; it was his communicator. He blinked a few times, and cleared his head before pushing the connect button to allow the person on the other side to speak to him.

He said in his commanding voice, without a hint of fatigue on his voice, "Speak."

The person on the other side could be heard inhaling, as the voice was not dulled over a communicator, and the single word was clearly an order. The hailer said, "General Carrier. This is Captain Henderson of the Sky..."

Jon, still waking up, wanted nothing to do with the introductions. He ordered, "Get to the point Henderson. I was awoken by this call, and want nothing of the pleasantries which can wait until we meet face to face. What do you mean by hailing me at such an hour?"

Henderson gulped, and replied in an unsteady voice, "Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to wake you. You asked to be notified when the recruits arrived, and I just landed with a full score of 'em. If this is a bad time, I can call back when you've had time to wake up, sir."

Carrier sighed at the communicator. He tired easily at those under his command who cowered at the mere sound of his voice. He smiled as he thought this, and replied, "Good. You've done well Henderson. Take them to the barracks and I shall meet you there at 0700 Hours. Carrier out."

He could almost hear a relieved sigh as he cut the connection, and he smiled again. New recruits. New blood. Perhaps he would find a strong willed cadet who could perhaps be fit enough to NOT recoil at the sound of the General's approach. He turned and went to his closet and removed his jumpsuit, complete with combat ready swords hanging from the belt. After he got dressed, he cracked his neck, surprised at the limberness of his joints; joints that should be creaking with his age. However, he was as quick and strong as a man of the ripe age of 25.

He turned and strolled out of his quarters. He was always regarded as a god within his Command position. Having such an impressive combat history was cause to almost revere this man. Jon had many a battle scars, most impressive was the one which adorned his face. Running from the left corner of his lip, it cut a path between his eyes and ended at his hairline. He got this during an epic fight inside his own ship. It was boarded during a firefight and a combat force cut a swath of destruction through it. Being the most qualified fighter among the crew, Jon led a team to dispatch the combat force. He ended up facing off with someone with just as much fighting experience as him. Both had swords, and both dealt the other a massive gash across the face. The invaders took this man and left hastily, and Jon was patched up, wishing to keep the scar as pittance for his overconfidence. He was reminded daily of that incident, and he wishes to keep such overconfidence to a minimum when dealing with an unknown force.

Jon continued toward the barracks, his stride never slowing nor quickening. His goal was clear. He was going to train this newest batch of recruits personnally, as the last drill sergeant was less than prepared for the job. (The last instructor, Sergeant Jack everyone called him, ended up being shot to death by his recruits during a live fire exercise.)

[Raging-Fury]

OOC: lol nothin to worry about vhaerun, most RPers have kept to eachothers protectorates no major pushes against eachother have been made yet, at least not against alpha

[Spartan-II]

Jarek Riyo
Psion Fleet Commander
Flagship: P.P.S. Rapier
Maul Space - Outer Colony: Mathis IV
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In space, no one can hear you scream. This familiar thought, and many others filled his mind as they were preparing to raid Mathis IV. They were beyonf the planets sensor range, and were in stealth mode. As he looked out, he could see the faint glow of the planet, the light refracting off of the atmosphere giving the planet an odd silvery look. He intended on taking the planet, and with the help of the Andromeda protectorate, they could easily defeat Maul.

As the hours passed, he began going over the strategy in his head. They would move to just out of range of the orbital defenses and lure the defense fleet into a pincer attack. The Andromeda fleet would launch her dropships, kill the power to the defenses, and then they could mop up the remaining defenses with ease. After nearly 45 minutes of deliberation, his sensors detected a slipspace rupture. "Sir, Andromeda Fleet arriving on time at jump-point Mark-17, Alpha-6."

As Jarek proceeded back to the bridge from his private quarters, he again analyzed the battle ahead. As he reached the bridge, the communications officer rushed over to him.

"Sir, we have a communique from Admiral Danforth."

As he sat down in his seat, a small holo screen appeared in front of him, with the Andromeda fleet commander waiting patiently.

"Hello, Jarek. We have received your battle plans, and everything is a green light. All dropships and fighters are readied, and we can commence attacking on schedule." he said, with an air of authority and calmness.
"Good, and Gordon," he said, his voice tinged with anxiety of the coming battle,"good luck."

And with that, the ships de-engaged stealth mode, and deliberately made their way towards the doomed planet.

[iHawk]

Zaon Youne
Mountain Class NPV Ice Drake
Diplomacy
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"Sir incoming ship, it's Gaian. They're hailing." Zaon stood up from his chair, "Put it through." A man wearing the Gaian Red beret apeared on Zaon's screen. "This is Admiral Stoned, I'm here about your diplomatic mission." "I am Admiral Youne of the Nova protectorate. If you are the one that I'll be dealling with then you are invited on board. If not then escort me to where I need to go." "Why must I come aboard?" "Because discussing diplomacy over a veiwscreen is tiresome. If you wish I can go over there."....

(OOC) Tag back (OOC)

[Vhaeraun]

I wasn't worrying ;) When I start to worry, you'll know it. Thanks tho. You made a post so I can continue my previous post :P


Jon made it to the barracks before the new recruits, and was forced to wait. He could see everyone milling about, doing odd jobs their CO's assigned them, and other stuff. Some of those slacking on the job started scrambling to get back to work as the big CO was standing there, which made Jon smile.

After what seemed like forever, he could hear Henderson's approach. After 2 minutes, he could see the unit he would be working with personally for the next few months. They were pretty well built, and seemed young, but many were between the ages of 18-35 - Young to my standards Jon thought with a smile - and seemed well trained from basic.

Henderson stopped 5 feet from Jon, and snapped a quick salute and held it. It was so perfect that it could have been framed and put on display. When it was certain that Henderson wouldn't leave until the salute was returned, Jon snapped a quick salute and dropped it. Henderson, seeming relieved, dropped the salute and hurried away. Jon muttered under his breath, "Suckup."

He heard a snigger from the group in front of him, so his comment must have been audible enough to be heard. He surveyed the group, and said in his deep commanding voice, "Welcome to the Alpha Protectorate. You are here because you expressed an interest to be here. You will be spending the next 6 months. You will be staying in the Barracks you see behind me and you will be trained by me personnally. I feel no particular need to tell you who I am, as you will find out from the others," He cast an eye to his left to the troops slacking at their jobs, "and I don't want to spoil their fun. Go into the room behind me and get your room assignments. You will report to your room and change into your uniform, and then you will be free to roam until 1000 hours, when you are to report to the training grounds for your opening training session. I would suggest you get some food between that time, as training on an empty stomach is an easy way to get sick. Dismissed."

Jon turned and strolled away. He could feel 30 pairs of eyes on his back. He could almost feel the fear emanating from the stares he was getting. He was going to enjoy training this bunch.

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Jon was standing out on the training ground when the recruits arrived. He chuckled when he saw what they were wearing. Each was wearing a sweat suit, as if they expected to do some running or exercises or something. He said with a smile, "Did I tell you to wear anything but your uniform? I never said WHAT we were doing at this session, so you shouldn't take such precautions otherwise."

Jon walked over to a row of tables and picked up a device, saying, "This is the 3X-900 Communicator each of you will be issued. It is different from the communicator that I have in that I can call every single one of these ever produced if I want to make a call or an announcement. You can call each other as well. Each is set to its wearers DNA so someone who is not imprinted with one of these cannot use it. You can program your own communicators with your friend's communicator so you are always in contact. There are a few other obvious features you can figure out on your own."

Jon turns and sees one of the recruits lean over and talk to someone. Third row, fifth back. Jon turns and walks to the person. He bent down and whispered into the cadets ear, "Next time you want to talk to the pretty girl next to you, make sure the CO is completely turned around before you make any movements."

Jon straightens and looks the cadet directly in the eye. He sees a small amount of fear, but not as much as many he has seen. Instead, he sees a massive amount of defiance and headstrongness. Jon says, "What is your name cadet?"

The young 19-year old boy said, "Cadet Josh London sir."

Jon smiled and said, "Josh, you remind me alot like myself when I was your age. I hope I can expect great things from you."

Jon walked back to the front of the squad and said, "Alright lets get back to the introduction of equipment....."

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Jon walked into his room, a few hours after the training session. It went perfectly, and he was glad it went without a hitch. However, the name 'London' seems oddly familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it was as if he had encountered a 'London' before. He shrugged off the feeling, and went to work at his computer, checking through all the reports he had gotten. He sighed as he realized he had a long night ahead of him. He thought, I have GOT to get me a secretary to read these for me.

Jon went to the mess hall and got a cup of coffee then returned to his quarters and began plugging away at the reports.

[kongurous]

Gordon Danforth
AFS Ascendant
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"All C-450s, prepare the ODTTs and launch on my mark!" Gordon said into the encrypted comm channel and sighed with anxiety. Fifteen minutes later, the call came up to the bridge that the C-450s were ready and a greenlight appeared on the pilots' HUD.

Since the C-450s were small, they could easily slip passed most sensors and quickly sped towards the moon, rounded it in an accelerated slingshot orbit, and launched the ODTT pods as they're approach vector signalled on the pilots' HUD. The ODTT, or Orbital Drop Tactical Team, were the special forces of the Andromeda fleet and when they were sent in, they usually succeeded.

Within the next hour, superhot, blindingly white flashes appeared on the orbital MAC defense platforms and planetside MAC installations.

"Comm, open up a secure channel to the Rapier."

"Aye aye, sir." the comm officer said and ten minutes later, a recording message appeared on the "tactical glasses" all admirals were required to wear.

"Admiral Jerak Riyo, the orbital and planetside defence platforms are down and my fleet is moving it. I hope you don't miss the party, my men may get too drunk with victory. Admiral Danforth out." Gordon said, and the recording message stopped glowing. After that, the Ascendant and the Armstrong proceeded to glass the bridge and engines of all Maul ships that resisted. Gordon ordered all ships deploy fighters and set up an LZ for the C-450s and the Psion dropships and for the Crusader-classes to sit back and provide oribtal support.

(tag Spartan)

[Mr.Bad]

Can i join
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Name:Virus Kane
Age:87(about 18)
Rank:Kaos Fleet Overlord(fleet commander)
Affiliation:Kaos Protectorate
Apearance:5'7,no hair,Mechanical red left eye and steel plates covering left side of face,steel mechanical arm(right arm),various internal organs mechanical,black clothes black armor black cloak real eye color(nonmechanical one)black
Equipment:an electric sword sheathed at his hip 2 Vulkron Aniliation pistol(when to particles of oposite charging touch they aniliate each other causing dangerious efects)a Krono A-47 Energy Rifle on his back
Ship:Merr'Sonn BattleMaster class voidcruiser(see below)named the Shadow
Ships in fleet:his own voidcruiser 3 BattleLords 15 Heretics 35 WarMasters and 60 Devestators with 20 squadrons of A-47 FireMakers(fighter) 5 squadrons of Z-89 Kronos'(bomber)
30 squadrons of HailFire Craft (light fighter)



Merr'Sonn BattleMaster class voidcruiser:2.3 kilometers long 45 heavy Omega cannons(heavy neutron cannons)1 HyperCannon(Large Aniliation Cannon same as my pistols except much much larger, Equivelant of yamato gun for bc in sc)
80 missle tubes 30 Anti matter,15 HailFire(splits in the air into 100 mini missles good for taking out clusters of small fighters)20 Nuclear Tubes(heavy nuclear missles of 10 times the mass of 1 of todays nukes with higher efficiancy and an explosive power with a match to 50 normal nukes)
15 EMP missles



BattleLord:1.4 kilometers 30 turbo cannons,20 hailfire missle tubes 35 Anti matter missle tubes and 5 nuclear missle tubes as well as 8 Omega cannons and 1 Stardust Cannon(fires billions of particles of differant things collected from space)



Heretic: .7 kilometers long 20 antimatter tubes 5 nuke tubes 3 EMP tubes and a stardust cannon with 25 turbo cannons



WarMaster: .4 kilometers long,20 turbo cannons,9 antimatter missle tubes 1 Hailfire tube



Devestator: .2 kilometers long,25 turbo cannons,2 antimatter missle tubes



A-47 FireMaker:Heavy fighter with dual short Range Plasma Cannons,4 laser guns,2 Proton torpedo tubes



Z-89 Krono:Heavy bomber with Proton grenades,Sky Mines(a nuclear mine that flies in the sky or space and rams into enemy vessels),EMP bombs and SuperNova Mines(same as sky min except 10 times as powerful)



HailFire Craft:light fighter with 6 laser guns and mini bomb on inside so it can ram enemy vessels(unmanned fighter)

Bio:Virus got his name because he always caught virus's but never got affected by them so he effectivly gave sickness to many people.When he was young he went out camping in the wilderness of his home planet and ran into a Karnolva(a bear like predetor of the world of Kostelnovia that is 25 feet high when standing on two legs)it tore off his arm ripped up his face and destroyed many of his internal organs before he was saved by a wilderness ranger who killed the beast with a Rocket(yea, its that tough that it need a rocket to die).virus got his missing body parts replaced with mechanical ones and his cyborgness gave him increased lifespan so he looks like an 18 year old when hes realy 87

I hope your OK with me being a cyborg RF and also my empire is so far away that nobody even knows it exists it was formed by an early human expedition to find a habitable planet and then settle it and contact earth but nobody ever heard from them again so they were asumed dead and nobody knows were they went since it was unknown space amd still is

[Raging-Fury]

OOC: LoL Lt. its Stone not Stoned :-p and its never too late Mr. Bad

IC:
Jerich Stone
Diplomatic Shuttle
Ice Drake Hangar Bay
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The Talon team was first down the shuttle ramp and they quickly assumed honor gaurd position while the three officers followed them down. Jerich followed Ramius and Hellion down the ramp to the waiting entourage. Jerich walked up to the man who he assumed to be the Commander a stocky, yet strong looking man in a blue uniform and extended his hand in friendship.

"I am Jerich Stone, Commander of the Gaia Protectorates Fleet, this man on my right is a Captain Luxor Hellion, the man on my left is Colonel Ramius Steele, they will be accompying me during these negotiations." Jerich said introducing the men on either side of him.

OOC: Tag Ragnarox or Lt.

[Vhaeraun]

Jon awoke with his head on his keyboard, right where he fell asleep the night before. He stood up and stretched. After yawning, he staggered to a mirror and looked at his reflection. He could see that he was still quite tired, but he was used to it. He remembered the time being about 2330 hours when he lost track of the time. He looked at his communicator for the current time. 0235. He has slept for about 3 hours. Sighing deeply, he knew that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so he walked out for a stroll. Not many people was wondering around, but he saw someone sitting on the ground watching the stars. Jon strolled over and realized that the person was none other than Josh London. Jon was not exactly surprised at this. He had already commented on how this cadet was much like him. Jon approached and said, "Cadet, what are you doing here at such an hour?"

Josh looked up and said, "Hello sir. I didn't know I would find you here. I am out here getting some fresh air. I couldn't sleep. Cramped quarters are not the place for me. What, if I may ask, are you doing up at such an hour, as you called it?"

Jon said, "Same as you. I don't normally sleep as much as everyone else. It may come with the age, or the realization that sleep can lead to missing important things. I get 2 to 3 hours of sleep a night, then I do routine checks and work I can't do during the day."

Josh nodded and said, "Yes, I normally spend my time in thought. I am not normally as social as everyone else, partly because they think I am a vampire. I spend most of my waking hours at night, and I normally sleep during the day."

Jon thought about this and said, "I must be going, cadet. I shall see you during morning workouts."

Without wasting a beat, he turned and left the cadet with his thoughts. But he spent most of his time the rest of that night thinking about what the boy had said.

they think I am a vampire

Jon entered the communication room and walked to the attendant there.

I normally spend my waking hours at night

Jon asked the attendant in his usual commanding voice, "Have we gotten any new information about anything I need to hear about?"

they think I am a vampire

The attendant responded in the usual intimidated voice, 'Nothin worth noting sir."

I am a vampire

Jon nodded and said, "Well, send out word to the troops in the morning that I am in need of a secretary. Someone who likes reading at night. Can you do that?"

I normally spend my time in thought

The attendant stammered a 'yes', then slunk away to prepare the memo for sending in the morning.

I am normally not as social as everyone else

Jon turned and left comm central, and went to his room. He sat down and still pondered the words of Cadet Josh London.

I am a vampire

Then it struck him. He would create a new squad. Josh had given him a perfect idea: a "vampire" squad. A squad of people who work best at night infiltrations, and this would be a perfect test of Josh's skills. Jon would have to find a way to work it out so that it doesn't seem that he forced it upon Josh, but perhaps this will be a way to determine the cadet's usefulness. Jon smiled at his intuitiveness, and went back to reading those memos.

[kongurous]

OOC: Uh, Vhaeraun, why did you quote my post when my post had nothing to do with yours?

[Vhaeraun]

OOC: Uh, Vhaeraun, why did you quote my post when my post had nothing to do with yours?

I really didn't mean to, and I have no idea why it did so. I typed all of my post in the Quick Reply, and it seemed to quote your post by itself. I edited it as soon as I saw it.

[iHawk]

Zaon Youne
NPV Ice Drake
Diplomacy
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After greeting the admiral and his men Zaon led them to the conference room to speak. As they entered the room the saw chairs situated around what would be a table, but there wasn't anything there. Then when they saw the papers resting in mid-air they guessed it was a forcefeild. Zaon sat at one end as some of his ocifers took places aron=und the table as well. Once everyone was seated he started to speak.

"I'm glad your government could send an admiral in such short notice. After all I only asked for an audience a week ago." Stoned replied, "Yes short notice indeed." A serving droid hovered in and very skillfully removed glasses and a jug from it's top onto the table without spilling a drop. Zaon grabbed a glass and poured a water from the jug into the glass before speaking again. "As you know we have come to speak of peace, an aliance even. Unlike the other Protectorates we are not at eachothers throughts, we've been looking outward, to Sarion space." "Really, and what have you seen exactly?"

"We've picked up alot of activity, we belive they're building ships, amassing an attack fleet. I belive they're planning to attack us again." "So you want to ally with us for protection against the Sarions?" "Not quite, I belive that they are waiting until the galaxy is in total war to attack. If this happens we will not be ready to fight them back. The Nova protectorate beleives that if we can ally with the more reasonable Protectorates we may be able to survive the on coming war. Seeing as Novacom was once part of the Gaian Protectorate before the Sarions came the first time, we beleive you are the logical first choice."

Admiral Stone then asked the question Zaon predicted from the very start. "What will we get out of this allience?" Zaon smiled standing up. "Follow me and I can show you." He left the room and led them to a room with veiw screens around. The screens all showed a nearby asteroid belt. "Now you see, an asteroid belt is extremely hard to manuver because of small fragments of rock that can be moving fast enough to rip through a carrier without sheilds. Watch." He pushed some buttons that made the screen zoom in on the asteroids, to a small firebird fighter.

The fighter was zooming at a safe speed of 1/10 lightspeed around in the asteroid belt and Zaon said into the comm. "Step it up a notch or two." The fighter picked up speed dramaticly all the way to 1/5 lightspeed. And it was still weaving inbetween the asteroids no problem. "Impresive pilot you have. What's his name?" Zaon smiled, "We call him Harvey. Harvey? Step it up another notch." The fighter went all the way to 1/2 lightspeed flying around the asteroids, weaving back and forth until, it exploded hitting a small asteroid.

The Gaian officials were shocked and Zaon just laughed. Admiral Stone looked at him. "You find it funny that one of your men just died?" Zaon looked at him a small smirk on his face. "That's what we can offer you, Harvey was a robot. We designed him to be able to fly a fighter, as you can see to great success. Many of our fighters are now piloted by robots." He then brought them back to their shuttle and said, "Once your leaders go over this data, you can let us know if we have a new ally or not." They shook hands again and Admiral Stones Shuttle took off towards his ship....


(OOC) Tag back and let me know if we have an allience. (OOC)

[Ragnarox]

Luxor Hellion
Diplomatic Shuttle
Ice Drake Hanger Bay/En Route to discourse chambers
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Luxor was impressed by the massive size of the carrier hanger bay. Flashy, freshly polished military spacecraft filled the chamber ranging from fighter sized craft to ships that resembled bombers. The Task Force Talon forces formed an honor guard, at the end of the ramp, another honor guard, this one composed of Nova Protectorate soldiers, presented arms in a show of respect.

The Nova Protectorate commander dressed in a very...uncomfortable looking uniform held sturdy and shook hands with Admiral Jerich in a sign of salutations. Jerich did the introductions, then the Nova commander introduced himself.

"Greetings, my name is Zaon Youne, the commander of the Nova Protectorate fleet. I bid you welcome in the name of the Nova Protectorate and welcome you aboard the starship Ice Drake."

Zaon gestured behind him towards the main hallway and said, "Please, follow me to the Discourse Chambers where we will discuss our hopefully beneficial diplomacy."

With that, Ramius, Luxor and Jerich followed Zaon into the belly of the ship.

(OOC: Ok, this is just the begining of the diplomacy from Luxor's point of view since Lt.Hawk beat me to the punch. :))

[Tag Raging-Fury or Lt.Hawk]

[Spartan-II]

Jarek Riyo
Psion Fleet Commander
Flagship: P.P.S Rapier
Maul Space - Outer Colony: Mathis IV
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On command, the Andromeda C-450 dropships rocketed towards the sleeping planet, and jettisoned the ODTT pods, and a little over an hour later, blinding white explosions erupted on the ground and in space. The senior Comm. Officer walks slowly over to him, "We have a message from Admiral Danforth."

"Indeed, patch him into the holo-screen," he said, slightly annoyed,"and from now on, realy all messages directly to me with or without confirmation."
The comm. officer salutes to show his understanding, and a holographic Gordon appears in front of him.

"Admiral Jerak Riyo, the orbital and planetside defence platforms are down and my fleet is moving it. I hope you don't miss the party, my men may get too drunk with victory. Admiral Danforth out."

"Heh, funny guy.." he mumbles to himself.

"All ships upgrade to full combat status, laucnh all fighters, and engage enemy at will, but do NOT break formation!" his orders were relayed to all onship personnel through speakers and personal comm-systems.

~~ After several hours of fighting. ~~

A single carrier, badly damaged remained.

"All units, including Andromeda units, cease fire." he said, he had a message to send to the Maul Protectorate.

His communications officer opened a comm channel with the enemy, and he was talking with their commander.

"Although you are defeated, you will survive to fight another day. I have a message for you to send to your Admiral, personally."

The ships Captain looked at him dumbly, taken aback by his enemies actions.

"Send him this message, from Jarek Riyo, Admiral of the Psion fleet -"

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no releif,
And the dry stone no sound of water, Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock)
And I will show you something different from either,
Your shadow in the mroning striding behind you,
Or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you,
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

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An eerie silence ensued after his message had been given, the Carrier, powered up it's engines, and dissapeared in a flash of light.

[Mr.Bad]

OOC: ok here it goes but ive never been good at beginning posts
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Virus Kane
Kaos Protectorate Overlord
on board the Shadow
(just so you guys no im not just the fleet commander im the dictator of this protectorate)
(virus's speech is red)
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Virus strode on the bridge. Captain please set us on a course for the Sol supersector,I believe the Sarions will be headed their way once again,and after that our way.We must keep the protectorates from aniliating each other.Or else the sarions will come straight to us.And with out much loss of force.
"Yes sir"

[Raging-Fury]

Jerich Stone
Bridge
Fleet Flagship Redtail
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Sarions.............amassing an attack fleet..............Sarions

Jerich could not keep these thoughts from bouncing around inside his head as the shuttle flew to the Redtail. The pilot had dropped both Hellion, and Steele at the Blood Hawk where Hellion would get his transport back to the Iron Gale. Jerich disembarked the shuttle and made for the bridge at a hurried pace. He reached the bridge and walked into the private communications booth at the far end. Jerich typed in the frequency for the Ice Drake and recorded his message.

"Attention Commander Zaon, On behalf of the Gaia Protectorate, I would like to accept your offer at an alliance, based on the threat posed by the Sarion's rearmament I see this as not only desirable but necessary. I will have a formal treaty signed for you by the end of a standard Earth Day." Jerich typed in his security clearance and sent the message off. He also sent another message to Earth informing them of the information shared in the peace talk. He also demanded, not requested that this alliance be made formal.

Jerich then reached down and typed in the frequency for the Iron Gale and waited for Luxor's image to appear. Once it appeared he began speaking. "Luxor, I have a job for you, you have the fastest ship in the fleet, I want you to scout the Sarion Sector, we need an accurate count on their capabilities and strength. I will have you escorted into and out of the system by Epsilon Squadron, off of the Redtail. Captain, this is a very dangerous assignment but I have complete confidence in you and your crew, and their ability to complete it, Good luck Captain, and Godspeed." Jerich finished cutting off the reply and sending word to Epsilon Squadron's commander to suit up and get moving.

Jerich finished issuing the orders and moved down to the ships archives to research the Sarions of the Sarion war era.

OOC: Tag Ragnarox, I will post a basic description of the Sarion vessels here tommorrow morning, I have an AP exam so I cant stay up much longer

[Windwalker]

"Sir, message from the high council. Its General Silis" the com officer muttered

"Lt. speak slower and clearer" said Merik angrily toward the officer

"Sir Sir"The Officer in a clearer but hushed tone "Its General Silis, he says he needs to talk to you urgently"

Merik quietly pondered the contents of the message and wondered whats news would come to him.

"Sir Sir" the com officer repeated

Merik snapped into the realilty and replied "What?"

Com officer sharply replied "The Message Sir?"

Merik merely replied "My Cabin"

Com Officers nodded and after pressing a couple keys the message went from his station to his commanders.Merik walked slowly to his cabin filled with apprehension, his heart beat grew faster and faster. Then he arrived at his door, at the General awaiting on his desk screen.

"General may i help you?" Merik said smoothly

"High Commander " the general has imposed a tone of digusted on the word, he continued "You are bieng sent to observe the Sarion Force and you will reply all message t