Klomster

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

Ressurection.

It hurt to open his eyes, the light was very bright even as he realized it was just two measly candles lighting the room. The orbs of light was shooting spears of light into his vision.
He shut his eyes and took a deep breath, a decision he immediately regretted since it hurt like crazy.
The wince he uttered alerted the people in the room, which was one of the fist's barber surgeons and Katrina.

-"CLAUS, YES!!!" Came the overly joyous shout from Katrina whom ran up to the steelhead pushing the surgeon out of the way assaulting Claus with a hug.
-"OW!!!" Claus yelled out with a penetrating voice which was heard several rooms over. He grunted and sat up, forcing Katrina off him as she suddenly got a massively sheepish look on her face.
He was going to shout at her when Roogel came through the door, got a look of happiness on his face followed by his deep and hearty laugh as he too rushed forth with arms outstretched.
Claus actually panicked, this was the moment he dies. Hugged to death by Roogel, that damnable oaf.
Roogel however stopped right at the side of the bed and offered his hand, just after pretending to go through with the bear hug.

-"Hahahaa! I've never seen that sort of fear in your eyes in battle! Am i that scary?" Roogel boomed out as he and his captain shared a well practised handshake.
-"The prospect of combat is a relief compared to your affection Roogel." Claus said to his friend with one of his telltale smirks on his lips. This time, it was much of the left side of his face which was yellow with bruising.

Clearly annoyed the surgeon spoke.
-"Seeing you don't need my expertise to allow yourself to move the perhaps mortally wounded patient, i'll just say that your wounds are miraculously mostly bruises sir. You were lucky that the elephants head didn't land a bit different. Or its skull would have crushed your torso. Now it was only the trunk and parts of the mouth which had laid upon your body. The armour helped keep the weight off your body but you would not have survived much longer had our young blacksmith not pulled you out."
Now both Roogel and Katrina looked a bit sheepish, Claus gave the surgeon a nod before speaking.
-"Thank you for your skills. I probably need more medical personnel like you in the future. And you two.... status report!" The order was barked in his usual tone, his bandaged torso hurt a little but he felt that nothing was broken.

-"You have been out for most of a day, the Manshrew forces moved out the same day you went down sir. We have reports they will join with concord forces in battle at any time now." Roogel answered.
-"Right, seems like we will be late for the party. Surgeon, can i move?" Claus said while sitting up, it hurt but it didn't hurt too much in the bad ways.
The barber surgeon just gave a look like he gave up before the Remonnets to the throne before history, like he was taught that look by the dwarves.
-"Yes, as you have proven you can move. Miraculously nothing was broken, your wounds are mostly bruising from jumping off a castle gate and then being trampled by the largest elephant in Formaroth followed by being flung into a stone wall. There was some damage from not being able to breathe properly for almost a day as well, but that will fix itself." Now Claus felt a bit sheepish as well, but the surgeon was right. Claus had miraculously not died while pulling that insane stunt off, hearing it stated like that also reminded him of what a stupid idea it was.
The surgeon then saluted and left with a shake of the head and a deep sigh.
Katrina opted in at that point.

-"I looked over your armour, it needed a bit of bending but most of the pieces are mostly right.... mostly...... SIR!" As she spoke she sounded happy, when she was done she noticed Claus staring at her with that skeptical look and added a mostly. A short moment later she realized her fault and shouted sir at which he was satisfied and stopped staring.
-"Good, since i want out of this place sooner than later. Lady Tuania will be all too happy to see us disappear and i will be happy to oblige." Claus stated while beginning to stand up. He had been undressed to only his breeches and began to locate his clothes.

-"We are moving out? What about the fortress?" Roogel questioned, followed by his captains answer.
-"The manshrew army will need all their men to face the army of the concord. Which means even if he wanted to, Andrew could not leave a part of his force to keep the siege going since splitting his forces would weaken it too much. So his plan is to face the concords army and then return to siege Clarm."
He paused while taking on his boots, then went on.
-"So i think while he is out fighting, we can strike him from the side. And then retreat back into Clarm quicker than his army can follow us. Provided he even has an army after the battle that is."
Roogel rubbed his beard and asked.
-"Risky, won't his light cavalry harass us as we retreat back to Clarm?"

-"Good point, but the thing is that we will move through the forests. We are far better suited for that terrain than cavalry. We can probably make good our escape with ease." Claus put in as he moved up to his now scraped armour. It wasn't just the visor that looked a bit sad at the moment.
-"Fair enough, your intuition usually works out boss." Roogel put in seemingly satisfied. He began to help Claus into his armour. Getting a few winces here and there.

Moving out.

The order was given, the Steel fist was moving out from Clarm. Marching with a brutal purpose in mind and it was noticeable. The fist was going to strike at Andrew's forces for putting them through this siege. And alliance heads would roll in vengeance for their comrades.
Claus simply stole a great sword from Clarm's armoury, hoping they wouldn't notice. Seeing he had made sure the stronghold held in the face of the entire army of the alliance, he figured they owed him at least a bit.

It wasn't with any remorse the Telmarian's watched the Steel fist leave Clarm. Cathryn was hoping to never see the brutes ever again and the troops never got along too well with the mercenaries.

The march was a quick one, and Claus was alerted that he was closing in on the battle from his scouts.
They arrived at a crucial point of the battle, as the concord forces were enveloping the Manshrew forces. This formed a plan in Claus's head.
The steel fist set up in the forest line in the distance, they were sure they hadn't been detected.
-"Do we engage immediately?" Roogel asked getting ready for a fight.
-"No, i have a better plan. Redeploy to the north." Claus ordered, sending out runners to try and keep themselves hidden.
-"The north?" Roogel asked. Followed by Claus's grinning answer.
-"Their forces are beaten, look at them. So we are going for..." Claus kept the ending of his sentence up for guessing, but Roogel quickly got it.
-"Their supply train!" Now Roogel was also grinning. He added.
-"Strike them where it hits the hardest, suits them right."

Terror.

Andrew was hurriedly keeping pace, while simultaneously trying to make sure his forces were getting away from the concords army gorging on the poor souls which were trapped in the imperial ploy.
If he stopped to think, he was sure he'd be overcome with sadness. So he never stopped, helped one man, gave orders to others. But as time went on they were closing an area of road close to a treeline, the northern road. They were getting away.
Relief was setting in for a few, for most the edge of the panic was smoothed off, they could see a few of their supply wagons which was already beginning to move.

Then the all too familiar war horn sounded, a three voiced call.
The unmistakeable call of the master of the Steel fist. As it felt like time was slowing down Andrew looked to the tree-line as black banners were the precursors of the line of gleaming plate armoured halberdiers. With a great sword in hand the form of Claus himself stood out pointing his commands. Which would echo in the memories of hundreds of people. Nightmares from the time when they almost got away.

-"Seize the supply train, capture as many as possible! They stand no chance!!!!" The voice of Claus echoed across the area, a volley of crossbows went off. Exhausted, many were knocked out as blunt wooden tipped bolts slammed into the fleeing soldiers and people of the supply train.
With a chilling single shout in perfect unison, the arrayed wall of halberds charged in a perfect line. The drill and skill of the fists corps-men was an unnatural sight to many.

They slammed into fleeing people, hammering people down with the shafts of their weapons, hooking their legs and arms and thus felling many. Crossbowmen ran up to those that were felled to tie them down as the halberdiers didn't even stop after felling their quarries.
Panic was now widespread within the fleeing alliance forces, Andrew saw how some of his troops were running directly west to try and get away from the terrifying mercenaries instead of keeping up north.
This would ultimately trap them, thinking quick Andrew began to shout orders to make sure as many of his people followed him personally north.

Claus then saw him, Andrew.
With sword in hand, desperately trying to rally his forces to make a break for the northern road. Typically the honorable sod Claus thought. His liking of Andrew slightly tarnished after the siege.
He was the perfect price, and Claus would seize it personally.
-"Andrew! We meet again!" Claus boomed out, took a spear lying on the ground and threw it in front of Andrew so it stuck just a metre or so i front of him, waggling menacingly in the ground.

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

The Bloodied.

The bloodied.
The bloodied have varied flags, most consisting of actual red painted minotaur skulls, or when actual banners are made they show a stylized red pair of minotaur horns. Depicting the horns of their leader drenched in blood.
Background is usually colourless or black.

Info on the former empire of Zul.

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NATIONAL INFORMATION: The former empire of Zul.
-Population: 2.5 million roughly. But it could be up to 5 million.
-Faction: Red gods / Unaffiliated.
-Capitol: Zul'Goroth / Westhaven. The city is trying to change it's name. The city is also the only real strongpoint within the former empire of Zul and was its capitol.
-Government Type: Varied. Mostly tribal chiefs and small warlords. Some cities have lords or councils. Zul'Goroth is led by the council of 3 with the headmaster above them.
-Government Description: Varied. The empire has fallen apart after the death of Zul, Zul'Goroth has tried to keep order in the land but have failed without the army of the Bloodied. Thus, their newly instated army has tried to fill the gap.

-Head of State: Technically the headmaster of Westhaven. Narug Talb. An elven man who worked for Zul. However the former empire of Zul currently has no one master.
-Currency: The empire of Zul had a monetary system based on stamped tin plates roughly the length of a human palm and a third as tall. Not very thick, they work as coins up to bills of sale for whole estates depending on the value printed on them.
The center of wealth, personally ruled by Zul, was a way for him to control the wealth of his empire and reward service. Or more like force people into service.
Since only by working for him could one get wealth in the empire.

-Language(s): Taurish, Amerine and a mix of other languages. Most people living close to the old borders of the empire know the languages of their neighbours.

History of the empire of Zul. The empire of Zul was forged out with the hand of Zul the blood lord, whom descended upon the north and personally carved his will into the land.
He slew and enslaved to create an army, with that army he took over the land of Zul. That army was to be known as the bloodied, named after their maniacal lord.

Zul enforced his power from the city of Shorehold, which Zul renamed Zul'Goroth to better suit his seat of power.
There he enforced the laws of how to acquire wealth, which meant only people he saw fit would have wealth. Since he decided at a whim what would have worth. Effectively choosing who would be rich, those who were chosen were also not surprisingly those that were loyal to Zul, or in the very least helpful.

The reign of the blood lord lasted a century, after which the Bloodied staged a violent revolt and their leader, Kraam superseded Zul. Having lost its divine dictator, the empire crumbled.

Some specific bloodied history.

The bloodied began their existence roughly 250 years ago as an elite bodyguard to Zul and a group of personal hitmen for Zul. At this time he fancied races more similar to himself. Elves and men were common. Not a beast to be seen.
The bloodied were used in the political takeover of then Shorehold. Now Zul'Goroth or Westhaven.

As time passed, the tendrils of influence from the turquoise lord of schemes became more prominent. The usual army eventually couldn't keep up with the dangers of monstrous beasts.
The Bloodied were tried, and were very successful.
After that the Bloodied were made bigger and bigger. Eventually lost their primary status as bodyguards and became the personal army of Zul.

At roughly the 70th year of existence, the first bloodied minotaur was made.
At around the 120 year mark of the existence of the Bloodied reached a point where minotaurs were more common than elves and humans combined.
At roughly 150 they were mostly minotaurs. Being vastly stronger and more worthwile to spend the theurgia on in Zul's mind.

At the 150 year mark a massive tower appeared in the horizon. Zul took advantage of this event to spread his power. He claims he did it. To put fear into the hearts of his subjects.
Many in the empire decided to worship Zul after that. Adding to the might of Zul and helping to forge the empire to what it was before the fall.

During this time, the bloodied have claimed the lives of hundreds of thousands. Perhaps millions. There have been hundreds of thousands of bloodied during the years. Since their short life spans made it a high rotation rate.
They have helped enforce the rule of the blood lord. Millions have feared his name. Many more however have feared the bloodied since they are the most common manifestation of the blood lord so to speak.

NATIONAL INFORMATION: The Bloodied.
-Population: 312.000 roughly.
-Faction: Red gods / Unaffiliated.
-Capitol: None
-Government Type: Meritocratic dictatorship
-Government Description: The bloodied are led by Kraam "God-eater" "Foe-hammer".
Government being a generous statement for the Bloodied seeing they are a roving warband of elite soldiers. Leadership is granted by Kraam who decides who are worthy to lead based on ferocity and cunning.
Currently there are roughly a dozen chiefs in charge of contingents of the army. Under the chiefs are bosses who lead hundreds of soldiers each. Each chief commands several bosses.

-Head of State: Kraam God-eater.
-Currency: Whatever they can get hold of. Internally food and weapons are used for bartering. Externally looted gold and other riches are used for bartering.

-Language(s): The Bloodied speak Taurish. A brutish and grunting language. However all of the members can at least decently shout commands and demands in Amerine albeit with an amount of grammatical errors which would have many Justinians claim heresy just from how they butcher their language.

History of the Bloodied.
The vaunted reign of Zul The blood lord lasted a century, the red god had managed to forge powerful weapons and armour infused with blood magic to enhance its potency and durability in and out of combat. His massive army of minotaur and satyx slaves cursed with strength and ferocity, the elite given armour of steel and magic alloy and with weapons of similar nature.

The Bloodied he had named them, baptized in constant battle and conflict. Forced to enslave their own kind to fill out their ranks, then cursed by their red god to become violent potent warriors, at the cost of almost half of their life-spans.
Zul the blood lord was a red god of great vanity and greed, unpopular among other red gods in the region because of his many raids and wars against his neighbours.
He used the bloodied to forcibly gather blood sacrifices to empower himself and his magic. He elected shamans who would ensure his armies were given the magical potency they needed, in the form of battlefield magic and empowering wargear. With his army he forged himself an empire. True, nothing as impressive as Yuwan or Justinians, not even as impressive as many other red gods. But it was a reign of war and bloodshed.

He himself was once a human, or what looked like a human at least. Clad in once white robes, forever stained with blood. He bore massive gauntlets which helped him cast his magic. He had long blonde hair and would be considered handsome by some.
His warchief, his right hand and leader of the Bloodied. Kraam Foe-hammer was a large minotaur who had sworn himself to Zul when he was younger. In exchange he was severely cursed, to be the most powerful of his soldiers, the mightiest commander. But would live only a third of his life.

After several massive mass slaughters and forced sacrifice of large portions of his troops, Kraam however got tired of the rule of his master.
He spoke with the shamans to get rid of him.
It was a cunning plan, it took several years to fulfill. Only the vanity of Zul and luck made sure the plan was not prematurely exposed.
Luck being the emerging of the Triskellion artifact.
The shamans gathered Theurgia in secret, stored in vessels. Some vessels were urns, others were people, some were armour and weapons.

After the massive battle of Triskellion, the plan was set to motion.
The shamans prepared the sacrifice, it was to look like a regular sacrifice for Zul, to empower his armies and rule Materia.
But it was here where the trap was sprung, where Zul's avatar went to the sacrifice, the shamans were ready together with thousands of new slaves to fuel Zul's armies.
The ritual had begun, all the prisoners began to shrivel and die to fuel the ritual, Zul had even helped until he realized something was wrong. He stopped helping, began to withdraw his gift from the shamans who died in dried husks one by one as Zul denied them.
But the rite was in motion, as Kraam entered the ritual circle and stabbed the butt of his axe into the back of the head of Zul when he wasn't looking.

Above Kraam the Triskellion floated, being what seemed like a triangular pyramid made from an infinite amount of triangular pyramids within the last pyramid which shone with a blue light within. Rotating slightly with some unseen force.

Kraam had also brought the skull of a fallen celestial servant from a battle with Zul, it was used to fuel the ritual further as he tossed it to the floor as Zul turned around.
Now the ritual began proper, as the energies of Zul was being forced to succumb to Kraam, he figuratively and literally began to eat Zul alive. For a simple battleaxe to the head would not kill a red god.
But the ritual, figurative and literal eating of one would, and Zul screams ended as Kraam's rooar began, blood dripping from his mouth as red energies blasted out from his eyes. So much power, it could not be contained.
The triskellion happily sucked in all the energies with its raging appetite. Before it was satiated.

With a blast, Kraam detonated and turned into a swirling bonfire which began to rise, the entire hill was set alight with a swirling vortex of fire and blood. The shamans were burned alive and Kraam being in the centre of the pillar did not stand a chance.
It reached several kilometers into the heaven, an event which surely would draw the eyes of many.
The screams of Zul could be heard in both the celestial sphere and Materia for several minutes, for thousands of kilometers.

After a couple of seconds which felt like hours, the pillar got thinner and thinner until it with a final swirl disappeared. A lightning bolt struck from the heaven into the center of the ritual circle.
And there stood Kraam, reborn.
Now a manifest red god.

This happened about 5 years ago.
The triskellion has not been seen since the event.

UNIQUE ATTRIBUTE INFORMATION:
Of magic born The bloodied have a lot of magically empowered wargear. Swords, axes, polearms, armour, shields.
Usually enhanced with unnatural sharpness and/or durability, some have more obvious effects like flame.
They also have a tradition of empowering themselves with curses.
This makes their already strong warriors even more potent.

Of magic unborn The cost however is their short lifespans. Few having a maximum age over 30. The longest living bloodied was reportedly 47. When usual minotaurs have a slightly longer lifespan than humans, Bloodied have about half that.

Lost and alone The Bloodied roam the world. Who knows how long they will actually last. They are powerful warriors. But lack land.

GEOGRAPHIC INFORMATION:
Top right, in the former empire of Zul. The Bloodied roam the lands they once forged. An empire falling apart without the ruling hand of Zul.
On the western shore of the former empire of Zul lies Zul'Goroth, the former capitol of the empire of Zul.
This massive fortress city has proclaimed independence. And is not under the influence of the bloodied.
They are in the process of renaming it Westhaven, however the long dread reign of Zul makes the name-change a slow process.

RACIAL(species) INFORMATION:
-Majority race: Minotaurs. Roughly 75%.
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-Minority race(s): Satyx. Roughly 23%.
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Others. 2%.
The Bloodied have a few odd ones out. Humans, elves, gnoll. They are very few, but alas they exist.

RELIGIOUS INFORMATION:
-State Religion: Follows the orders of Kraam God-eater. Whom also act as their deity.
-Patron Deity: Kraam God-eater, foe-hammer.

-Religion Demographics: Basically everyone is devoted to Kraam.
-Major Holy Relics/Artefacts in Possession: Red fists of Zul.
These gauntlets are the only physical remains of Zul, taken by Kraam and worn with pride. They are said to make ritual spell-casting easier. If this is true is not known.
They can however drain the body and soul of someone it touches should the wearer want it. The victim is left a dried blackened husk with its soul becoming a sacrifice which the wearer can use.

-Holy Sites under Control: They held a site believed to be of great power. However they blew it up.
-Notable Magical Institutions: The Bloodied shamans.
-Religious Interpretations/Culture: None known.

MILITARY INFORMATION:
Total Military Size: Around 190'000 soldiers. With 30'000 super heavy elite infantries. The rest of the entire population is in the baggage train.
Listed Heroes: None yet.
Military Doctrine: Usually charge, pillage and burn. The tactics of the bloodied never was overly complex.
Military Units:
Regular soldiers.
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The regular soldiers are not very regular at all. As in it is a complete ragtag bunch of cursed warriors armed with whatever weapons they could get their hands on.
A whole lot of them has had their arms enchanted, but very few have armour of any notable quality.

Dread warriors.
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The curse of the dread warriors is even more dire of the regular soldiers. Their skin not wanting to stay on, parts of their muscle falling off and their eyes turning to an inferno.
Often decked out in more gear, focusing on dangerous weapons. Few armed forces in Materia are as as dangerous as the dread warriors as the magical energies take over where their own flesh and bones fail. Enhancing their strength and resilience to supernatural levels.
The dread warriors are rather uncommon, but small groups of them are often brought together to completely annihilate smaller formations or parts of larger ones.

Elite guards.
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Clad in blackened plate armour, often carrying massive metal shields and wielding axes and spears. They have first priority for magically enchanted wargear and each one of them has magically enhanced wargear.
Forming roughly 30'000 strong, this elite vanguard is led by Kraam himself. Forming a battering ram which annihilated enemies in field battles. Some soldiers have even been seen to be hit by artillery fire and return to the line after a short stagger.
These warriors are the most disciplined and ferocious of the minotaurs, satyx and others are considered to weak to even consider a position of elite guard.

Javelineers.
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The ranged contingents of the army. Almost no minotaurs fight like this within the bloodied. And if they do it's with large throwing axes.
Javelineers refer to the most common ranged weapon within the groupings, but all sorts of ranged weapons are used. With the exception of blackpowder arms.
The overwhelming majority of Satyx are javelineers. Their speed and nimble frames and massive jumping capacity makes them suitable for the position.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE:
Kraam God-eater, foe-hammer.
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Kraam's form can be hard to focus on, he appears to be constantly furious. But in truth is not. He is a massive beast, 4 metres tall, standing a full metre over normal minotaurs.
A fully manifest red god, his form however is not proper, and thus his manifestation is flawed. Hence why his form is hard to focus on, and other oddities occur around him.
He wears the red fists of Zul, made of blackened steel with a glint of red which seems to bleed dark tar-like red blood. Along with blackened steel full blood steel armour. Enhanced with lightness and strength.
Kraam is the lord of the Bloodied, no more will someone use them without reason, no more will they be sacrificed at a whim, no more shall their kin be enslaved against their will.
The bloodied will now fight to end this madness. True, the only way might be similar to the way their old wretched master Zul envisioned it. But this time they have a leader who cares about them.
Materia belongs to mortals. All gods except Kraam will be cast out!

Krûl dread master, blood spiller, skull-crusher.
The former master of the Bloodied. Performed Zul's orders without hesitation. Most of the worst vile atrocities the last 50 years performed by the Bloodied were under his supervision.
He died as the curse finally claimed his bones and soul, he was 47.

EXTRA INFORMATION:
Full History:
Relations:
The principality of Evernyx. The Bloodied have been a thorn in the principalities side for decades. Pillaging their lands and taking their people. The Bloodied and the principality is therefore not on the best footing starting out.

The Concilio union. The union has suffered against the bloodied. Only their artillery has been enough to halt the Bloodied. That and their numbers.
However, the union has also been subjected to raids and unsavory acts by the bloodied for decades. The union and the Bloodied are therefore not on the best footing either to start out.

Friendly with Justinian, it really likes Kraam and they both drink beer every weekend.
Cultural Notes: (Anything cultural of note or unique about the nation that isn’t mentioned under religious interpretations/culture)

Rules of sacrifice.

The commandments of the blood lord.
"I am the undisputed lord of all. My word is law. None can surpass me in excellence. If you drink the blood of the weak you might get my blessing, since you rid the world of those unfit for me to rule over."

Sacrifice practise.
To drink the blood of the slain as they are dying. Dedicating it to the lord of the north.

The commandments of god-eater.
"I am the lord of the bloodied, i will be the lord of the realm. All gods will perish, materia will belong to the mortals. Obey my commands!"

Sacrifice practise.
To feast upon the slain, dedicating it to the lord of the north. To drink their blood, eat their flesh and feast upon their hearts are the order of magnitude. Eating the hearts of their foes being the most potent.

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

Wut? We lost the principality?

I'd implore good @CollectorOfMyst to return, but i don't know his/your reasons.
Regardless, be well.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

I don't know what i am waiting on.

I guess i haven't got the spark to do a post.
Since i mostly structure my posts around.

-"Oh, i can do this thing!" And then proceed to do that.
To many poor NPC's and some PC's great displeasure.

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

@ZB1996 I noticed a few missing words.

I should make a post soon.
@TheDuncanMorgan Andrew is supposed to get away right?

Formaroth: Battle for the Throne

WOOP WOOP WOOP!!!



Very nice read, as i read Andrews heart die at the hands of defeat, i just feel how evil i am >:D

I will put up a post, soon ish.
The question is if Eclipse will be part of that post, or we take it later?

Stars at War (Galactic-scale Military Nation RP)

I say go with the funnest for everyone. :D

Stars at War (Galactic-scale Military Nation RP)

There, i posted.

Long awaited update. Now i need a new victim.... i mean a new interesting species to experience :P

Stars at War (Galactic-scale Military Nation RP)

Collab

Collaboration between Klomster and CowboyCommando.

Ostersund system.
Federal Meridian Union space.

With a flicker, the roughly six hundred metre long vessel of the ancient materialized close to the third planet of the system.
It casually began to make contact with the relay and zoomed along the system.
As it it initially couldn't contact the relay, the ancient moved closer, as it did it noticed similar miniscule metal satellites, ships and orbiters as it had done in the previous location.

Perhaps it was more of the same type of creature? No, the scans showed they were different biologically. But there were loads of them. Fascinating, this was the first time there were advanced biological creatures with space travel and the like in the ancients history! Or memory. It couldn't remember all the details.
And in several locations as well! Truly exciting times.

The union satellite network quickly picked up the alien vessel and sent out warnings all over, an alien vessel roughly the size of a Huai-hai assault dreadnought had appeared from nowhere and was travelling through the system at ludicrous speed.

Aboard the Leipzig class heavy cruiser "Tricamarum"

"What the hell!" The Com Nav specialist said, the Cruisers bridge was small, Spartan. An armored cell placed in the heart of the ship, reinforced by bulkheads.

"Stop yammering over the comms, we have an incoming unidentified target. I want every ship undocked, ASAP that means anyone outside the ship, or on the colony are sitting this out." The acting CO, Brigadier Colonel Rushdi el-Hamed watched the status screen. This ship was nothing anyone had ever seen. None of the ship logs on known alien vessels cropped up a hit. And whatever it was, it was nearly breaking light-speed like it was a cake walk in the park.

The speeding alien vessel was heading straight for a cluster of moons on the furthest gas giant in the system. The only thing stationed here was a task force that just happened to be refueling at the Helium mining colony Alspar V. Rushdi had a bad feeling about this.

"Whats the sitrep on undocking?"

The Communications officer promptly replied "We have eight minutes, the light cruiser Sena Gallica has three. The corvettes have already departed on a broad intercept course as you requested. The relayed information just keeps getting... stranger and stranger.

Rushdi looked over the logs, nothing from MajCom yet though it would be a few minutes, and that's all it would take for this crisis to end.

The corvette's bristled with intermediate range multi-purpose Nuclear weapons, cheap implosion type nuclear shrapnel bus's meant for both ship and interception use. Though he doubted they would have much effect, whatever this ship was it had capabilities way beyond their's no doubt. The energy coefficients probably godlike compared to simple fusion and fission machinations Humanity had perfected over the course of thousands of years.

A warning signal at the speed of light was lasered in the general interception courses for the Alien vessel to receive, not to mention radio and simple light signals from a bygone era.

The blip on the screens was growing closer by the second, deck hands raced back and forth in the halls. The corvettes were ready for their order's, well spaced but close enough to support each other the squadron numbered five in total. He just prayed whatever happened, that they wouldn't die in vain; whatever happened, he'd rather die than let that ship kill the eight thousand souls or so inhabiting the Helium farm colony.

The ancient darted past some space debris of some strange alien contraption, it recognized the material. Species 4'1, violent, no need to send warning before engaging. Luckily it was just wreckage from long ago, so the ancient promptly ignored it. Blasting away a piece that would have hit the hull with a directed matter to energy conversion beam which promptly annihilated the piece.
The ancient also picked up some more debris, unknown species, not the same as the current dwellers, ignore.

As it gently corkscrewed through space it ran into the warning signals sent from the Union ships whom desperately were trying to stop the thing from closing.
However, from the ancients point of view they were blinking lights and sending radiation towards it, were they trying to attack it? It didn't seem like it, scans showed that they have far more power available within their ships.
Then it hit it, perhaps....

The ancient slowed to a halt within a second, the G's would have killed most biological lifeforms with ease as it came to a violent stop. Which for the ancient was more like stopping mid-step.

Perhaps they were like the previous species? Perhaps they as well were trying to communicate? The ancient now realized that similar radiation was launched upon the different satellites and orbiters and ships within the system, it must be communication!
However, the ancient didn't really have time to chat, what was disturbing was that it still hadn't got contact with the relay.
Had they destroyed it? Surely a signal would have been sent out to awaken it to rush to its protection?

No other options were left.
Overlaying the vision of those present within a light minute, a moving image of a being similar to the ancient overlaid some of the visual spectrum of those present. Effectively showing a picture in picture with the message, with a simple translator enabling all creatures to understand it.
-"This unit is performing a task important to the goal, stand down any aggressions or be forced to surrender energy. You have been warned. What is your intentions?"

The Sena Gallica had just undocked, the group of corvettes achieving geo-synchronous orbit with several strategic moons ideal for skirmishing. It seemed as if engagement was inevitable.

Everyone aboard all vessels had dawn their battle rattle, readied their side arms, with damage control teams praying for the best; and expecting the worse. "We got an update!" Comm Nav announced, a single pure burst of Laser fire flashing across the void at old space Hulk's from the Chimeric Wars, slagging the tough nano-composite hulls like it was butter. Murmurs filled the bridge, before shortly after another update came through deciphered by Comm Nav.

"Something is going on here..." Rushdi said to himself. The ship had stopped entirely as if shedding of velocity and inertia was child's play, from the calculations relayed to him. It was a dead stop. Only possible in the theoretical sciences of warp drive travel. But fine tuned to such a degree it boggled the best minds of the onboard to even begin guessing.

Then the message began to play.

The crew seem confused, even Rushdi. The image of a... godly? Angelic like? Perhaps advanced form of life played across his mind's eye.
"This unit is performing a task important to the goal, stand down any aggressions or be forced to surrender energy. You have been warned. What is your intentions?"
There was no tone, just meaning that formed into words in his mind. He grimaced, this new encounter was a wild card. If it really wasn't hostile there was only one way to find out. Keying in a message of his own devising and punching it through. The message relayed in Binary, with a packet of references; though the chance of it being enough for the Alien vessel to understand itself would be very slim considering.

This is the FSMF Cruiser Tricamarum, you are invading Federal Meridian space, you will be fired upon if you enter range as an act of self defense. Do not approach, break off.

The ancient had sent the message, now it was just time to wait for a response.....
It took a good minute, and all the while the biologicals were sending radiation and light towards it. It stored the scan logs but forgot to put mind to it until it realized.
They can't communicate this way.

The ancient was puzzled, never before had it been subjected to biologicals in vessels. In the memory databanks there were encounters, sure, but they were not its....
Not its memories.....
The ancient dismissed this thought, it needed to figure out how to communicate with these lifeforms. It checked the logs, worked to make sense of the radiation patterns, the lights.

For several minutes it sat dead in space, it was however giving off some odd energy readings. It was no spikes however, no buildup.
It was about here it realized it was stupid.

All ancient units are fitted with a universal translator, it just needs to somehow implement it upon these data.
In the meantime the ancient would have to do something, the biologicals were getting more vessels ready, they might be hostile.
The ancient decided to try something that was actually prohibited, but the great had not come in a long time, and the goal justified all means. So it took specific parts of the message and added some from another, and thus sent it.

Again a vision was seen of those present within a light-minute. This one however was more choppy and bore obvious resemblance to a video crudely edited to say something different. With a slight flicker at times.
-"This unit is performing a task important to the goal... await further instructions... your intentions... stand down any aggressions... this unit... intention... perform... task important to the goal..."
The message would have to do, as the ancient was trying to figure out how to translate the seemingly random radiation pulses of the biologicals.

Another vision had stricken the crew, Rushdi rubbing his temple from a throbbing headache. "What should we do sir?" Asked the Americano senior NCO. He habitually chewed on a tooth pick, eyeing the status board in the CnC. A red dot that had been speeding across it like a bat out of hell, now stationary.

He had no answers as to what would be the right thing to do, but there was protocol for this. If all else failed unidentified vessels were not to at all costs be able to invade Meridian space. Time was ticking away, and the options were few. The readings coming off the vessel heading right towards them didn't bode well. It was even more powerful than what the Chimerics had thrown at them in the past.

But the FMSF had always fought against the odds, doctrine dictated survival of war vessels was above all else even in the face of an enemy approaching a small habituated object. All those souls down bellow didn't equate into value compared to the Patrol group.

But when all else failed screw the odds. The Alien vessel might not seem hostile, but chances couldn't be taken never. It would simply have to listen or figure out what they were saying. But perhaps their was a middle ground?

The Tricamarum had finally undocked, however instead of joining the rest of the patrol group it would orbit the gas giant and catch the Alien Vessel in a six way cross fire if it entered to close. The speed at which it could approach would mean all ships would have to achieve the slowest possible orbits, as to hopefully stay behind the planets until the last second. "What to do?" He finally said the bridge dead silent. "We'll wait. Cut off the warnings and messages, if it couldn't understand or already has. We've done all we can."

In the belly of the ships crewmen prepared launch tubes, ECM MITWBs(Mulitple independently Targetable Warhead Bus) were prepared for the first volley aboard the Tricamarum, with it's 525mm N.B.C being brought up to speed, system checkouts and loading procedures starting. As crew in Hazard suits loaded the Boron projectile and Nuclear Implosion pellet into the breach.

Everyone changed into vac gear. Their uniforms designed for such use, with the simple addition of a helmet and pair of gloves needed. It would be only a matter of time now. It was obvious of their intent, don't approach. But it would be obvious to a human, perhaps not an Alien.

The situation had reached an impasse, the ancient could not translate the biologicals messages, nor did it want to destroy them. Since it seemed to be curious about the ways of the biologicals, even if these ones were more difficult to understand than the previous types encountered.

But as it couldn't close any further without risking miscommunication with the biologicals, nor could it stand in place for it task was clear. It came down to one option.

The ancient activated its fade drive.
With a flicker that most reminded the Meridians of shuddering jello, the ancient phased out of real-space and closed with the planet in hyperspace.
That planet Being Ostersund.

In the sky at a measly 10 kilometre height the ancient vessel materialized over the main continent of Ostersund, the purple and black droplet of pure power hanging there like gravity was not even a concept worth mentioning it let loose four smaller droplets which began to spin around it in a perfect square.

The small orbiters span first slowly, then began to speed up, until they were moving at a speed which was close to 200 revolutions per minute.
All within ten seconds.

Then it fired. The orbiters lashing out continuous beams which with the spinning made the entire vessel into a massive matter to energy conversion laser drill.
It lurched into movement, glided into the earth like it was nothing and disappeared into the crust of Ostersund.
The resulting explosion was massive, not from the impact but the continued use of the beam array. It shook the earth of Ostersund, triggering a local earthquake and destabilising the natural geological patterns. Albeit only temporarily.

Deep inside the planet it found what it needed, the relay was intact, the composition of the planet had disrupted the ancients scanners, but the relay was working at optimum performance.
After reaching its target, the ancient was pleased. If that was a concept it had at all that is.
With another flicker, the ancients fade drive activated once more and within the second, it was gone from federal space, as suddenly as it had appeared.

The federal meridian union was stunned at the event.
What they had not realized yet though, was that at 800 kilometers depth, the ancient relay waited to be inspected.

Stars at War (Galactic-scale Military Nation RP)

@Reivax I'll be happy to guide you along the way. :)

It's really simple actually, just takes a bit of time.