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Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]
« on: August 04, 2014, 02:15:08 pm »
2100 hours

"Confirmation from Ares and Tartarus fleets. Operation is a go. Confirmation from Draconis, Heavies have been approved. Repeat, we are go to use Heavies. Missile cruiser Lanze der Ewigkeit, carriers Ema Vajalikkus and Ema Vaprus, and destroyers Erika and Adelheid are en route to the target and will arrive when we do to provide support against any capital ships that show up. Ares fleet is sending heavy cruisers Tragoúdi tou Drákou and Nýchi Drákou, and Tartarus is sending super transports Klepsýdra, Spirograph, and Kallígrammi̱ 1. All ships projected to arrive simultaneously.", the on-duty comm officer reported, "Secondary objectives suggested. Command wants us to see about liberating as many other subjects as possible, and capture as many staff as we can for interrogation.".

"Let's worry about our big sister first.", the captain reported, "Imperial Knight-Captain Wilhelm, status report.".

<11 Heavies present and accounted for, weapons armed, shuttles stocked, just waiting for the green light, Captain.>, Wilhelm reported.

"Copy that. I'll clear the pilots for launch as soon as our fighters have cleared a path.".

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0120 hours

The rings of white light appeared simultaneously, as did the openings in space, marking the arrival of the 11 vessels. Immediately after the void rifts and warp gates closed, fighters began issuing from the two carriers, Lanze der Ewigkeit, and With Joined Hands as the cruisers and destroyers selected targets and opened fire.

[Basically, this stage of the operation is meant to clear out the station's external defenses.

The two carriers are similarly shielded to With Joined Hands, with the exception of the Aresian kinetic barriers and Tartarian plasma shields, but only have 10' of armor. Weapons-wise, each only has 122 particle beam turrets. Each can deploy up to 200 fighters. Each is about four times the size of Warmonger. (bear in mind that Drake replaced a lot of his ship's fighter bays and other space with cargo holds and weapons.)

The missile cruiser has the same shielding, but no turrets and relies on its EW package and 52 missile tubes (arranged in 4 pods of 13) for offense. It carries a compliment of 46 Schatten Falken fighters. It is about half the size of With Joined Hands.

The destroyers each have a single array of Holy Lance antimatter cannons (that's 4 in a diamond arrangement), and no fighters or turrets. They have 24' of armor plating and 12-layer Holy Shields. Each is about four times the size of the Warmonger

The Aresian heavy cruisers each carry 12 Hades (20 megaton nuclear warheads) missile tubes in 2 pods of 6, as well as twin Alpha massive mass accelerator cannons. They each have 6-layer kinetic barriers and full EW packages, as well as 44 twin-88mm rapid-fire turrets. Size-wise, each is about twice the size of the Warmonger.

The super transports are both Nova-class, and, in their current configuration, carry 200 fighters each, as well as numerous shuttles and ground troops. Each is the same size as the Avarice, and carries no weapons. Novas rely on their fighters and other capital ships for defense. Each has the same shielding as the Avarice.

Current fighter deployments are maximum capacity or 1.5x the number of defending fighters, whichever is less. If there aren't any, then assume each has deployed 1/4 of its compliment to screen the shuttles and unarmed ships.]
« Last Edit: October 07, 2014, 06:59:35 pm by GIR »
Please do not steal the waffle-flavor waffles or the bacon soap. Also, you gonna make buscuits?

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Imperial Knight Eva von Draconis
Pirate Captain Drake Morgan
Imperial Knight-Commander Heavy Wilhelm von Tartarus
Mechanic Sarah
Multi-Role AI Trotzige Schwert vonPunane Tolm [WIP]
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They've got waffle in 'em!
I'm gonna sing the doom song!
Yes. Wait a minute... No.
It's got chicken legs!
I had a coupon!
But I neeeeed tacos! I need them or I will explode! That happens to me sometimes...
best Tsundere ever

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Re: Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]
« Reply #1 on: August 08, 2014, 01:46:53 pm »
Not too far from the fleets, a small 9 ship fleet of 4 frigates, 3 destroyers, a carrier and a dreadnaught warped in and stayed in position. Inside the Dreadnaught in the seat of command over his men was the Wolfen Admiral Damion of House Fireblade, he typed away at the many screens that gave him the statistics of every ship in his force. "Sir! We have another fleet in the vicinity, they are raising weapons and shields to attack the station."

"Establish a Com link, I want to inform them of our presence... Raise all shields and prep the transports for boarding the station." he ordered as he shrunk down the screen and rose from his seat to allow the imagery scanner to detect his body for transmissions with the other fleet.

As soon as he got connection to the other fleet he stood at attention and gave the leading commander a bow of respect < Greetings sir, I am Admiral Damion of the Wolfen Republic Strike fleet. We have soldiers who were captured by TRIM in the station and have come to free them. We will gladly help attack the station under your command but our soldiers are our utmost priority and will take higher priority than your own.>

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Re: Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]
« Reply #2 on: October 04, 2014, 02:17:13 pm »
[Going with having caught the station with its pants down to get this thing moving.]

"No enemy capitols on our sensors. Our sisters report a similar absence. All fighter-bearing ships are deploying at quarter-capacity for screening and station defense neutralisation.", With Joined Hands' XO reported.

"We've got incoming! Nine ships of unknown alignment. Klepsýdra and Spirograph are deploying additional screens. Nýchi Drákou is bringing her mains to bear on their dreadnaught. Holding fire pending motive ID.", the sensors officer reported.

"Captain, we're being hailed. Bringing up visual now.", the comm officer  announced.

"Let me get this straight.", the captain began, pinching his nose, "You're hailing us asking to join in on our mission, offering to lend your forces to ours, but you want to demand we put your mission first?", he continued,

"You're free, of course, to attack the station. Hell, we'll even screen your transports. But our sister comes first and foremost. You don't like it? Your forces can go whatever way they choose when they get to the station as long as you stay out of our way.", he finally decided, "XO, have Nýchi Drákou point those things somewhere else for now. And see if we can get a couple sword breakers sent our way.", he ordered.
« Last Edit: October 04, 2014, 02:26:17 pm by GIR »
Please do not steal the waffle-flavor waffles or the bacon soap. Also, you gonna make buscuits?

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Imperial Knight Eva von Draconis
Pirate Captain Drake Morgan
Imperial Knight-Commander Heavy Wilhelm von Tartarus
Mechanic Sarah
Multi-Role AI Trotzige Schwert vonPunane Tolm [WIP]
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They've got waffle in 'em!
I'm gonna sing the doom song!
Yes. Wait a minute... No.
It's got chicken legs!
I had a coupon!
But I neeeeed tacos! I need them or I will explode! That happens to me sometimes...
best Tsundere ever

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Re: Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]
« Reply #3 on: October 24, 2014, 05:28:29 pm »
"I'm glad we've come to an agreement Captain, May the Dragon of light guide your men to victory." With that said the com was closed and the fleet stood by and awaited their orders. "Solar Whale, release all fighters. Task force 1 follow my vessel, Task force 2 go below and take out the defenses with green squadron. Task force 3 and squadron yellow, go above and take their defenses from there. remaining squadrons will defend the transports... Cease all fire until they fire the first shot"
With orders said, the fleet began their move with shields up and some ships overlapping shields for the best defense.

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Re: Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]
« Reply #4 on: November 16, 2014, 10:04:27 am »
((OOC: Mind if Clara Amalise gets in on this prison break?))

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Re: Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]
« Reply #5 on: November 16, 2014, 12:26:49 pm »
[Go for it.]
Please do not steal the waffle-flavor waffles or the bacon soap. Also, you gonna make buscuits?

-------------------------------------------------------

Imperial Knight Eva von Draconis
Pirate Captain Drake Morgan
Imperial Knight-Commander Heavy Wilhelm von Tartarus
Mechanic Sarah
Multi-Role AI Trotzige Schwert vonPunane Tolm [WIP]
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
They've got waffle in 'em!
I'm gonna sing the doom song!
Yes. Wait a minute... No.
It's got chicken legs!
I had a coupon!
But I neeeeed tacos! I need them or I will explode! That happens to me sometimes...
best Tsundere ever

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Re: Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]
« Reply #6 on: November 16, 2014, 01:21:49 pm »
Clara sat in her little cell, staring at the wall. There was little else to do in the Thanatos Research Institute of Metaphysics. He roommate was in some kind of test, so she was alone. They didn't even know one another's names. Clara's mouth was wired shut, metal threads laced between her teeth, so she couldn't speak, and she wasn't sure the other girl even remembered her name, she refused to give it.

The telepath raised a hand to touch her temple where they had implanted the chip against her skull. She didn't know how long she had been here, but the hair they had shaved had grown back.

Someone was coming. Someone with violent intent. A whole army it seemed. Clara smiled for the first time in she didn't know how long.

The white door of the white room opened, and a man in a black uniform beckoned for her. She couldn't see his face. Even without the helmet she wouldn't have been able to read him here. "It's time for your exercises," he said.

She made him come to get her, making her stand to follow. She looked down at the floor and barely acknowledging his existence. At first, she had tried to communicate with body language and expressions. She had even written notes to the researchers when they gave her paper. They never gave her real pens, they gave her pastels so they could not be used as weapons.

As time went on, she stopped. She didn't listen, and she didn't answer. The TRIM staff were no longer people to her. They were ghosts. Ghosts and monsters. She heard screams in her head, even though they hadn't started screaming yet. They would.

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Re: Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]
« Reply #7 on: November 17, 2014, 04:24:42 pm »
"Dragon of Light? Who would worship that embodiment of evil?", the XO spat after the comm cut off.

"They don't match any species I've heard of. Come close to a couple, but the ships aren't right. Maybe they meant a different deity.", the captain surmised, "In any case, they seem to be on our side for the moment. Let's not look this gift horse in the mouth too closely.", he continued.

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As the first Alliance transports reached the station, their escorts guided them into the station's landing bays, troop bay doors open so the troops could simply drop out and open fire as soon as the transports were inside. Mere seconds after each transport had entered the bay, it was already heading out to allow another ship to enter.

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Eva had long since stopped counting the days since her capture. The pilot she'd allowed herself to be captured in order to find had vanished, and, with it, her chances of completing her mission, and one lone pilot wasn't enough to warrant a rescue, so Eva had failed to see the point. She would die in this prison station, bound and weak, and that fact had made such trivialities as the passage of time worse than worthless. It was a distraction she could not afford. Not if she was to resist to her last breath. And she'd definitely put up a decent one of those.

"5730-42403, it's time for your exercise.", a guard announced as he lead a squad into her cell. Unbeknownst to them, the Karmid's collar had failed earlier in the day, but Eva still pretended it was still working. She planned to take as many of the filth of this place with her as she could. As she was escorted from her cell, they passed another guard forcing a human female to go with her. And that was the moment she heard it. Voices. Faint, at first, but, as they grew louder, the Ancient Draconian they sang in became clearer. Louder. Stronger. The song was one that called to her deepest instincts, demanded reverence, and filled her with the certainty that now was the time for battle. Moans from other prisoners told Eva that this song was meant for all who had been captured as much as for the soldiers singing and their allies.

<Do you hear, scum?>, Eva hissed privately to the guards as she snapped the metal bonds holding her, then ripped the collar off, <Do you hear the song of your death?>. The Karmid's tail blade lashed through the guards' bodies as her own voice joined in the war song. This accomplished, Eva quickly ate the fallen guards, then looked around for more. <Hey, if you want to escape, come with me.>, she told the human female privately. No sense letting the guards know all was not well before they saw her, right? No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than warning klaxons sounded.

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The two modified shuttles slid backward into yet another landing bay, then opened their rear doors to admit the eleven Heavies, each armed with twin shoulder-mounted 40-mm Gatling canons, an arm-mounted 250-mm tank cannon, an arm-mounted plasma canon, a heavy-mech-mounted revolver, and their swords.

<Form up. Alpha with me, Bravo with Claus. Split up and find our pilot. Free any prisoners, kill any guards. We are weapons free, repeat, weapons free. Feuer frei, Heavies!>, Wilhelm ordered as he blew the interior bay doors.
Please do not steal the waffle-flavor waffles or the bacon soap. Also, you gonna make buscuits?

-------------------------------------------------------

Imperial Knight Eva von Draconis
Pirate Captain Drake Morgan
Imperial Knight-Commander Heavy Wilhelm von Tartarus
Mechanic Sarah
Multi-Role AI Trotzige Schwert vonPunane Tolm [WIP]
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
They've got waffle in 'em!
I'm gonna sing the doom song!
Yes. Wait a minute... No.
It's got chicken legs!
I had a coupon!
But I neeeeed tacos! I need them or I will explode! That happens to me sometimes...
best Tsundere ever

Chronicler

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Re: Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]
« Reply #8 on: November 17, 2014, 07:41:15 pm »
Clara pressed herself against the wall when the fighting started, watching without any apparent emotion. She was no warrior, and getting into the middle of a fight like this one was a good way to get hurt.

As Eva stood among the bodies of the fallen guards, the telepath reached down and picked up one of their tasers. This was really going to hurt. At least with her jaw wired, she couldn't bite her tongue. Or even scream.

Closing her eyes and bracing herself, she pressed the tip of the weapon against her temple. A jolt passed through her skull. She blacked out for a moment, but not even long enough to hit the floor.

The short circuiting of the chip was like a weight lifted from her head. Immediately the minds of everyone on the station flared in her mind's eye like stars. Guards, scientists, soldiers. The psionics in their cells remained veiled behind dampening fields. Distant shadows of light she could not quite grasp.

Tentatively she reached for Eva's mind with her own.

<Thank you,> she projected the thought directly at Eva's mind. <We shouldn't be alone when they find us. Your friends are this way. I should be able to communicate with them if you wish.>

She pointed down the hall and started off, stepping around the pools of blood which had begun to form at their feet. <I'll warn you of anyone else approaching.> She tapped her temple for emphasis.

masonwolf

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Re: Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]
« Reply #9 on: November 29, 2014, 04:04:52 pm »
The Wolfen's own transports went into the hangers on the opposite side of the station and dropped off their marine boarders who swiftly captured the unarmed and gunned down those who resisted. one squad quickly turned the hanger into a forward command post as more of their men and women were dropped off and given orders to carry out.

A small fire team made their way to the holding area and made it to the entrance as soon as the other army got there. they were dressed in heavy armor that would be considered light for the large canine beasts "After you, prey. you're men arrived first after all."

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Re: Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]
« Reply #10 on: November 29, 2014, 08:24:10 pm »
((OOC: I'm gonna say that the TRIM forces should provide some serious resistance, so I'm gonna pick up playing them and insert one of my characters to lead them.))

A surprise security inspection. Inconvenient for the staff, but routine enough. Agent Andrew Amity took his job very seriously. Protocols and security measures existed for a reason. There were individuals in this facility powerful enough not only to destroy the entire station if given the opportunity, but with abilities and knowledge which could pose a very serious threat to the entire corporation.

Handling the security for an interplanetary corporation was enough of a challenge without the necessity of tracking down such resources.

"What measures are in place to prevent a military strike against the station?" he asked, looking around at a room full of cameras, his hands clasped tightly behind his back.

"Pardon sir?" the head of security asked, an older gentleman in a black uniform.

"I said, what measures are in place to prevent a military strike against the station?" he repeated, a careful edge of condescending annoyance allowed to creep into his iron voice.

"The stations movements are randomized and all communication encoded sir, it is unlikely any third party could even locate us. We do have a small team of short range fighter ships as well as external turrets, but really, who would ever attack us?"

As if purely out of some sense of irony on the part of the universe, the alarms sounded at that moment. The ships had come out of nowhere. Not one fleet, but two. Within moments they had begun boarding the station.

"It seems, captain, that they would," Amity said, unperturbed by the klaxon now sounding around them. "I suppose it will fall to me to clean up this mess. You can be certain that my review of your security will be... less than favorable. I suggest that should you survive this invasion, you would do well to update your resume."

His steps echoed in the hall, rapid, but even and controlled, as he departed the security control room.

"All sectors on full lock down," he said calmly as he walked, knowing the microphone would pick up every word. "Have the Halion gas prepared for all containment cells. Activate in each room before they can be opened. I would prefer to eliminate our human resources here rather than lose them. Gas any room in which we have unsecured human resources immediately, as well as the landing bays."

No sooner had the order been given than both invading fleets would find a colorless, unscented gas filtering into the air around them. A gas which would cause bleeding of the lungs and soft tissues within seconds, followed by death.

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Clara took a deep breath and removed a helmet from one of the fallen guards. <Gas. They'd rather kill us than have us escape.>


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Re: Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]
« Reply #11 on: December 06, 2014, 10:32:13 am »
[Masonwolf, I'd appreciate it if you'd not dictate what my characters/npc's assault gear should be classified as.]
"Prey? Look here, mutt-", one of the human soldiers, a Gunnery Sergeant, snapped.

<Not worth it. Proceed to the objective.>, his hybrid Captain corrected telepathically. No sooner had she spoken than an alarm blared in her ear. <GAS! GAS! GAS!>, the female 'roared' telepathically to all non-hostile forces. For the Alliance troops, it was merely a signal to get medics to the fore and find a way to save as many noncombatants as possible. Their assault gear was hermetically sealed and designed to operate in a vacuum if necessary.

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<I'm a little hungry, not mute. I think I can manage.>, Eva replied, <It'd help if you could locate my gear, though. A tailblade is a great weapon, but a sword would be welcome right about now.>. The Karmid looked around as she walked, keeping pace with the human. As soon as she'd been warned of the gas, though, Eva rushed to cut open as many cells as she could. <Can you neutralise it?>, she asked, hoping she wouldn't have to watch the psychics die. Either way, the pilot would be fine.

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As expected, the guards weren't going to just let the Heavies through, and a trail of bodies marked what progress the squads had made as they fought, sticking to plasma cannons and purpose-designed grenades launched from the tank cannons for now, not wanting to rip open the hull of the station just yet.
Please do not steal the waffle-flavor waffles or the bacon soap. Also, you gonna make buscuits?

-------------------------------------------------------

Imperial Knight Eva von Draconis
Pirate Captain Drake Morgan
Imperial Knight-Commander Heavy Wilhelm von Tartarus
Mechanic Sarah
Multi-Role AI Trotzige Schwert vonPunane Tolm [WIP]
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
They've got waffle in 'em!
I'm gonna sing the doom song!
Yes. Wait a minute... No.
It's got chicken legs!
I had a coupon!
But I neeeeed tacos! I need them or I will explode! That happens to me sometimes...
best Tsundere ever

masonwolf

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Re: Rescue [Rhi, TRIM subjects, TRIM staff, open]
« Reply #12 on: December 08, 2014, 08:55:13 pm »
[I was talking about the Wolfen Marines armor, Should have probably clarified that.]

"Prey is what we call everything non-Wo-"

<Gas! Everyone switch to internals!>
The Wolfen Marines changed to their internal air tanks with a few soft clicks. They weren't strangers to Bio-warfare being a race that just came out of a Civil war with loads of them. One of them was unlucky and their suit didn't switch causing the large wolf creature to begin coughing up blood from his lungs.
"Get him back to the hanger for evac!"
The largest one of them yelled. one of the lower ranking soldiers (most likely a Private) Hurried to the soldier's side and began guiding him back to their camp for medical help.
"Get the door open, our Kin and your pilot could be in danger."

 

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