Judgement Day: Pandemonium (IFE) - The Battlegrounds - Forums (Page 2)

The Rebel Faction » Forums » Role Playing » The Battlegrounds » Judgement Day: Pandemonium (IFE)

Zhin Dwamor

11 8:54pm 14/04/02

What are these infidels doing? snarled Kriktis Muah, whom was stationed about Yun-Yuuzhan's Grappler, the interdictor assigned to monitoring the battle between the infidel navies. Commander of the Sadistic Phalanx, he had much combat experience, specifically against the undead Admiral Det'aan. This would be no exception to the typical battle prowess of over ambitious Rogue Imperials.

But maybe they could be used to his advantage. The cognition hood circumfrencing his head twittered slightly at the ships so far duking it out in open combat. From what the interdictor could tell, the Mon Cals were there. The hated rivaling enemies of that Yuuzhan Vong who had persisted so at Ylesia.

His subordinate, Mirktraw Krull, stood at his side in his full vonduun crab armor with an amphistaff clutched readily. He was too over eager.

"What do you suppose the infidels are doing?" Kriktis Muah asked inquisitively, a tatooed brow lifting as a few fighters exploded from the intense combat.

Mirktraw Krull took a moment or two to analyze then. Then, when he was confident of his answer, held out his chest in pride. "They appear to be contesting over those shipyards."

"I agree...those shipyards must indeed be valuable..." the commander trailed off with a typical, evil grin that only meant he could be planning something.

"What are you planning Commander?" Mirktraw asked, catching onto the Yuuzhan Vong's actions.

"A deal."

"A deal sir?"

The commander nodded his head. "A deal...I wonder how they would respond to us holding the shipyards hostage."

It was then that the subordinate realized what the commander was planning. Teth was an important strategic location to the Praetorite Vong, and the Empire required those shipyards...if the informants had not been lying at least.

"Bring in a modified villip," Mirktraw Krull demanded without even a second thought. The commander let a smile steal his expression.

Moments later a Shamed One entered the chamber stroking a leathery ball of puddy, a typical villip with a few blasphemous adjustments. But sometimes...even abominations were required to destroy abominations.

Kriktis Muah watched as it was set up before his cognition throne, and rested back against the great chair while it took shape.

As he spoke, the villip's message was sent throughout all frequencies. Even those the Empire had thought and tried so hard to seal.

"This is Commander Kriktis Muah of the Praetorite Vong, I am a direct subordinate of Warmaster Zhin Domain Dwamor of the Worldship Yammka. I demand an envoy from both forces to arrive aboard Yun-Yuuzhan's Grappler for a deal of the planet and shipyards. If you do not I shall summon the rest of the Yuuzhan Vong fleet from Nar Shadda and Nal Hutta and we shall take this planet through force."

Drakiss

12 12:56am 17/04/02

OOC: Please provide me with the stats of the Menace-class SD and the Corruption-class SD. If need be, I can be contacted in the following ways:
E-mail: darthviscera@comcast.net
AIM: Darth Viscera
With regards to the fleet roster-Battle Group II is merely a units of the ships which are already engaged in this battle:

Battle Group II (L1-SF3)
Reign-Class Star Destroyer – Oni Neko
Imperial-Class Star Destroyer – Logan
Imperial-Class Star Destroyer – Blind Invitation
Attack-Class Carrier Sphere – Galactic Dominance
Attack-Class Carrier Sphere – Naver
Victory Class Star Destroyer – Rhapsody
Victory-Class Star Destroyer – Mooreen
Victory-Class Star Destroyer – Radiant Knight
Dreadnaught-Class Cruiser
Dreadnaught-Class Cruiser
Carrack-Class Cruiser
Carrack-Class Cruiser
Fire-Class Light Cruiser
Fire-Class Light Cruiser
Constrainer-Class Interdiction Picket
Constrainer-Class Interdiction Picket
Abolisher-Class Cruiser
Abolisher-Class Cruiser

IC:
The two captured TIE Devils were brought to a halt on the glossy deck of the  Iron Fist's docking bay, as internal tractor beams powered down. Technicians raced towards it, intent on disassembling and perhaps, given sufficient time, reverse engineering the machine that had the capability to render useless their own arsenal of starfighters.

"Waht do you thnk it is??!" the first tech called to his peer. He slobbered as he spoke in his superfluously loud voice, and so his uniform was quite moist.

"Wlee I dont konw!! But it sure dos look impertant. Meybee I shuold go get the hammerr." he nodded his head enthusiastically, showing off his grin at that idea.

Behind them, the deck officer approached. He frowned, and placed his hands on his hips. Indeed, he was quite crosseyed.

"Now what are you two doing?" he called to the techs, slightly miffed."That's an enemy ship. Maybe we should leave it in space, not!" he paused. "You don't have clearance to inspect that."

"Srory!!" the techs answered in unison.

***

<pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">TIE Devil_M1A, verbose automated systems log, 98.873.7D-A-K</pre><pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">TIE/Dev Droid Brain v1.03298 build 1138G</pre><pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">Log reporting to Master DB C/C, RSD Oki Neko</pre><pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">...Systems Damaged_</pre><pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">...Analysis Complete_
!--Results_</pre><pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">Propulsion-Offline_</pre><pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">Weapons-Offline_</pre><pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">Navigation-Offline_</pre><pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">Emergency Comm.-Online_</pre><pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">Secondary Systems-93% Offline_</pre><pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">Emergency Terminus ADS-Online_</pre><pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">...Receiving queue commands, 7/7, complete_</pre><pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">...Initiating Terminus Auto Destruct System_</pre><pre style="text-indent: 0; line-height: 100%; word-spacing: 0; margin: 0">Compl%%010</pre>

***

The two TIE Devils self-destructed, and the techs and their accompanying deck officer soon found themselves impaled by explosive bolts and durasteel. The docking bay was soon littered with debris.

***

The  Oni Neko rocked slightly, as bursts of ion cannon fire impacted against the deflector fields. Vice Admiral Aevan Drakiss glanced down at the deflector control station, and nodded, satisfactory. Battle Group II, L1-SF3 was taking a pounding, but nothing that would cause an experienced officer to lose his cool.

"Send Admiral Osiaric my compliments, and advise him that targeting merely the warlord's ships may prove advantageous, as the Mon Calamari will then be left with nothing to protect," he directed his communications officer.  Aye, sir was his response.

He looked out the main viewport, staring intently at the battle that raged, the Mon Calamari cruisers which loomed ominously ahead.

"All ahead full. Maximum power to shields and weapons," he commanded.

The second battle group had reformed into a double-vee formation, and was even now thrusting forward towards the enemy flagship. TIE Devils raced forward in swarms of twelve at incredible speeds ahead of the group, stabbing quick-firing bursts of light into the ion turrets of the protective Calamari star cruisers, superheating durasteel and limiting the damage that a broadside volley could do to the advancing Imperials. Shadow droids struggled to keep up, but their battle was in vain. The puny, aged devices were smaller, slower, dumber and far less maneuverable than the modern TIE Devils, whose grandfather had been the first-generation TIE Droids, driven by an advanced droid brain. Against the Devils, a twinkling of synthetically manufactured midi-chlorians was simply insufficient. The battle group followed in the wake of the TIE Devils, matching the broadsides that were thrown at them from the Mon Calamari cruisers with their own. Starship shields glowed bright with the fiery intensity of such an exchange, and in some instances hull armor glowed white hot. A Constrainer-class Interdiction picket seemed to shatter under the stress, and then the debris from the derelict floated in the void of space.

Once through the gauntlet, battle group 2 delivered salvo upon salvo into the deflector shield domes of the warlord star destroyer  Reckoning until they burst into flame.

"My compliments to Admiral Osiaric, and tell him we have achieved a breakthrough. Request immediate support," he again directed the communications officer. But his communications officer held up a hand, signaling him to pause.

"We're receiving a wideband transmission, Admiral. The source is the Yuuzhan Vong ship we monitored earlier."

"On audio. Weapons officer, signal all ships-continue firing." Drakiss replied.

 "This is Commander Kriktis Muah of the Praetorite Vong, I am a direct subordinate of Warmaster Zhin Domain Dwamor of the Worldship Yammka. I demand an envoy from both forces to arrive aboard Yun-Yuuzhan's Grappler for a deal of the planet and shipyards. If you do not I shall summon the rest of the Yuuzhan Vong fleet from Nar Shadda and Nal Hutta and we shall take this planet through force."

 He's not a very smart Yuuzhan Vong, Drakiss thought.  He just gave away the position of the Vong's entire fleet.

"Transmit a reply," he commanded of his communications officer, growing angry.  The Yuuzhan Vong, insolent sub-humans. Emperor's Soul leave them ablaze in their abominations. "We will honor no parlay, nor shall the warlord forces present here. Attempt to communicate with us again, and we will dissect your crew and launch their remains into the sun. Attempt to draw a fleet here, and the Imperials at Ylesia shall turn your flank, for they are quite angered with you, and they shall raze your planets, and burn your spawn. And we shall join them happily in this task, and  your blood shall paint the way to the future!"

He gave the signal to the comm officer to cut the transmission, and saw that some officers were looking at him in a perplexed manner. " That is how you deal with the Vong," he said simply. "Did the warlord forces receive their transmission?"

"No sir," replied the communications officer. "Our comm jam is holding."

Tym Jaiprenl

13 4:34am 17/04/02

Imperial Admiral

With fresh re-enforcements, the combined might of the New Order’s fleet began to lay waste to the Iron First “Empire.” The Judgment and Pandemonium were teaming up on the Iron Fist, slowing chipping away at its shielding. What TIE Devil that weren’t engaging enemy fighters, due to the almost four to one ratio in favor of the New Order, were making strafing runs on the capital ships. Fire-Class Light Cruisers were making short work of the Shadow Droids harassing the Abolishers. Aiding the failing Attack Sphere were 3 Imperial Star Destroyers: Hectic, Arbitrator, and Sorrow. The Victory Star Destroyers were teamed up against three of the five Mon Calamari Republic’s MC-300 cruiser, beginning to slowly ending their offensive attempts. As the battle raged on out in space, Tym sat in a conference room talking with Admiral Osiaric and Captain Tulok.

“Captain Jaiprenl,” Osiaric spoke with a firm tone, “We have become aware of a Vong cruiser sitting at the edge of the battle.” Tym let a slight look of worry cross his face. “We are having Vice Admiral Drakiss attend to it. As he is the most experienced, other than myself, in dealing with… how would you say? Dealing with annoyances.” This comment brought a smirk to all three of the commanders’ faces. “Our primary concern is what our ships are dealing with. We will leave Teth in victory.”

Zhin Dwamor

14 5:22am 17/04/02

Imperial Admiral

There was a prolonged silence from the insults...and then suddenly roaring...booming laughter beaconing throughout the Imperial fleet.

"You are worthy Imperial...but you must seem to misunderstand me..." the Yuuzhan Vong said in broken basic. "I want...peese. If you could be willing to...paylay.."

"Sir..it's...parlay..."

"Of course...parlay with us...we have an interesting offer that will gain you this planet this day."

Drakiss

15 5:42am 17/04/02

Imperial Admiral

The transmission resumed, and Vice Admiral Drakiss clenched his teeth.  They are more annoying than I first suspected.

He signaled the communications officer, then replied.

"Speak quickly and lucidly, Yuuzhan Vong. If I like what you have to say, I may yet spare your vessel and the lives of your crew. If I do not, your head shall adorn my trophy wall. If your offer is indeed as interesting as you make it out to be, I may perhaps honor the parlay."

Snowkan15

16 2:03pm 17/04/02

Imperial Admiral

"Sir some more of The New Order ships have come around the planet. Our ships are getting blown to pieces."

"Are any of our useful trasnports near by?"

"Enough are."

"Begin pulling out. Make sure we travel to the transports, where will will then protect the planet, once the shields is down."

"Yes sir."

The Iron Fist and Mon Calamari ships began to pull out.

"Send a laser transmition to The New Order ships, asking for a cease fire, and treaty."

"Yes sir."

The transmittion was sent. The New Order ships would be able to pick it up, even if they were jamming. The ships withdrew from the range of fire of the enemy ships and met up with the transports. the transports headed own to the planet to pick up the two gencore 2 shield generators and the construction yard. A bunch of tugs went to the shipyards and towed them away, under the protection of the shield generators. Finally the whole fleet was ready to leave.

"Navigation, plot a course to Ralltiir. We will have to regroup. The New Order can keep Teth. Signal them once more telling them that if the Vong attack Teth, the Iron Fist Empire will be there to help defend those who they had to leave behind."

"Yes sir."

The fleet went into hyperspace.

OOC:is that easier to read chadd? TNO, i am going to contact you about a treaty over AIM and/or MSN.

Drakiss

17 11:41pm 17/04/02

Imperial Admiral

My God. Utter pandemonium.

What followed was a nightmare. A dozen large ships leapt with all their might into the tunnel that was hyperspace. Immediately, they were snapped back as if by some invisible tether. They whirled about in the depth of space, armored hulls collapsing, thousands upon thousands of overboard crew members, their tattered, broken corpses aflame in the night. The wreckage of a TIE Defender flew towards the main viewport. In space, sparks flew up from the hull as the fighter scraped against the superstructure, lurching forward towards the transparisteel barrier. A Wing pierced into the viewport, slicing through as if the four-inch barrier did not exist. Air rushed out of the bridge, and underofficers in the crew pit flew upwards, their bodies becoming impaled upon the solar wing even as they asphyxiated.

Drakiss ran for the emergency hatch, and found several other officers there, descending fast through the narrow, ladder-sporting tube which led down to the lower decks. He looked back one last time, and saw that the solar wing's breach was increasing. Two more crewers struggled forward towards the emergency hatch, one limping, the other supporting him, both six meters away.

 They're not going to make it. He thought in distress as the breach grew. Quickly, he closed the hatch, and twisted the lever, locking it down. He worked his way down the ladder towards the auxiliary bridge, and his mind was a haze.

***

He wanted to shout and curse at the Vong, to thrust his hands upon his neck and shake him violently, to endow him with some knowledge which such a creature could not possibly possess.  Do you see?! Do you understand the carnage that has been done this day?! He turned to comm station and saw not his usual officer, but another Ensign. A replacement. He looked at him, and without a word, the young officer hailed the Vong ship.

"Now you know," he said simply, yet sadly, a monotone. "Many a good boy are lost, and now you know. Go home."

And the comm transmission was cut.

"Set a course to police up these bodies," he ordered, his senses once again returning to him. "Send boarding parties to that shipyard, send damage control teams to all priority centers and initiate an assault on the planet's military targets. With luck, the populace has tasted enough blood this day."

Zhin Dwamor

18 12:53am 18/04/02

Imperial Admiral

What happened was an utter shock yet also the obvious work of the gods. The Mon Cals and Iron Fist fools attempted to leap into hyperspace, and the Hand of Yun-Yuuzhan came down and smashed them instantaneously. The Yuuzhan Vong aboard the Yun-Yuuzhan's Grappler went into a cheering uproar.

"Attention Imperial forces, we are honored that the gods have blessed all of us this day. I request that one of your shuttles comes to meet us so we may speak in person."

Drakiss

19 2:44am 18/04/02

Imperial Admiral

"Sir, our team reports that they have secured the shipyard. Its construction slot is taken, the combat engineer squad recommends that we scrap the hull and begin anew," came the call from the new communications officer.

Vice Admiral Drakiss turned about, and quickly realized he was facing the wrong way. The comm officer was stationed to the right on the auxiliary bridge.  Something to remember, he added as a mental note.

"Casualties?" he asked when he had his bearings.

"Twelve dead, thirty-two wounded. Enemy dead far exceeds that; they were mostly engineers."

He nodded. "Very well. Assign Commander Voss to oversee the transfer of vital production personnel to the shipyard. I would like it operational within fourty-eight hours. Deactivate the communications jammers and signal our status to High Command. Include communications logs from our friend there," he pointed in the general direction of the lone Yuuzhan Vong warship. "Make sure to send a duplicate to Admiral Osiaric."
"We need recrewing and refitting. Request that a repair ship be dispatched here. When will my bridge be repaired?"
"Engineers are projecting two weeks, sir."
"Double the spacetrooper shifts. Get it done in one. Midshipman Drell, get me a caff. All weapons, target one grid in the planetary shield. 1 kilometer in width. Signal all ships in the battle group to fire on the target until it is reduced to make way for the assault ships."
"Sir, another grid is vacant. The bombardment hit it very hard before and during the battle."
"Sufficient size to accompany our assault ships?"
"Aye, sir."
"Very well. Signal the group: send down the assault ships via that grid before it re-energizes. Continue bombarding the new grid. Am I forgetting anything?"
Midshipman Drell arrived at that moment with his caff. "Strongest stuff in the fleet, sir," he commented as he handed him the saucer.

"Yes, sir. The Yuuzhan Vong warship is hailing ahead."

He sighed. "Explain to them that we are conducting a planetary assault on  our planet. We are therefore busy, and he will hail again in twenty-four hours when it is convenient for us."

Imperial Walker barges were disgorged from the battle group. Their course: the planet. Their objective was to capture the Gencore II Shield Generator.

Telan Desaria

20 4:50pm 19/04/02

Imperial Baron-Admiral I am more honourable than thou!

For the last twenty hours, Baron Telan Desaria had been a Colonel. For the last twenty hours, he had been busily rushing about, committing things to memory and attending breifings on his Alleigance-class Star Destroyer Intimidator. Now, he sat in command over a fleet larger than he ever had before in his short and specled career.

For many years, Desaria had been an officer, many of those years spent since his Academy graduation on various command postings from the Customs Bureau's patrol ships to light cruisers and even an old and almost obsolete battleship. A wound had placed him in the Replacement Division and a war had brought im out. His refusal to remain on the sidelines watching combat over HoloNet newscasts had brought him the attention of Grand Admiral Hyfe who promoted him to Colonel and gave him command of the Brass Protectorate Fleet's IInd Division.

A wealth of memories flooded Coloenl Desaria's mind as he stood on the catwalk of the massive Destroyer, watching a secure-HoloNet realtime projection of the battle at Teth. His sealed orders, received no more than four hours ago, had told him and his fleet to be ready to move to Teth and secure it-after the battle. A task he was more than prepared for. But, there was a welcome catch, a possibility that perked Desaria's mind behind his officer's mask of imperturbability. A counter assault could occur. Though unlikely given the communications dispacthes that had comm with the transmissions, it was still there. And that was more than Desaria had had in his career. He had seen combat before-but not in this capacity. But he was more than ready.

" Colonel, all ships have reported in, as per your orders," called a crewman from the starboard crew pit.

Desaria slowly and almost histrionicly turned his head, focing him to look away from the unfolding and time-dealyed battle. " Excellent. We will wait for the word from Vice Admiral Drakiss or General Ming. Prepare to jump in on the reception of their word."

" Aye sir."

Desaria turned his attention back towards the battle, and waited. The old days, anew.

OOC-The Bras Protectorate IInd Division
-Task Force XV

Command Group:
Allegiance-Class Super Star Destroyer – Intimidator
Imperial-Class Star Destroyer – Rothgar
Imperial-Class Star Destroyer – Vengeance
Attack-Class Carrier Sphere - Ordos
Attack-Class Carrier Sphere – Detractor
Dreadnaught-Class Cruiser
Dreadnaught-Class Cruiser
Carrack-Class Cruiser
Carrack-Class Cruiser
Fire-Class Light Cruiser
Fire-Class Light Cruiser
Constrainer-Class Interdiction Picket
Constrainer-Class Interdiction Picket
Abolisher-Class Cruiser
Abolisher-Class Cruiser

Defense Legion I:

Patrol Group I (L1-BP2)
Reign-Class Star Destroyer – Merciless
Imperial-class Star Destroyer – Dutifull
Imperial-class Star Destroyer – Inexorable
Attack-Class Carrier Sphere – Glorious
Attack-Class Carrier Sphere- Matriarch
Victory-Class Star Destroyer – Thrasher
Dreadnaught-Class Cruiser
Fire-Class Light Cruiser
Fire-Class Light Cruiser
Constrainer-Class Interdiction Picket
Constrainer-Class Interdiction Picket
Abolisher-Class Cruiser
Abolisher-Class Cruiser

Patrol Group II (L1-BP2)
Reign-Class Star Destroyer - Immolator
Imperial-class Star Destroyer – Vanquisher
Imperial-class Star Destroyer – Conqueror
Attack-class Carrier Sphere – Mage
Attack-Class Carrier Sphere- Basilisk
Victory-Class Star Destroyer – Manitcore
Dreadnaught-Class Cruiser
Carrack-Class Cruiser
Carrack-Class Cruiser
Constrainer-Class Interdiction Picket
Constrainer-Class Interdiction Picket
Abolisher-Class Cruiser
Abolisher-Class Cruiser

[size=1]Requiem en Terra Pax[/size]

<<<>>>123