Fall of Earth and the Dawn of Mars

[Spacekitty]

The year is 2368, 268 years since the founding of the first Mars colony, "Aldrin" and 184 years since human colonization of the Red Planet began, and 30 years since Earth's fall.


Humanities fascination with mars began in the enlightenment era, when science and discovery began to flourish and the people of Europe began to question the teachings of the Church. The first astronomers who peered at mars through their primitive telescopes thought they saw great canals on the surface, and the "Martian" was born. People throughout the ages would theorize how these "Martians" survived the harsh environment and imagined a multitude of exotic plants and animals that must live there. These ideas and theories were ultimately crushed when the first probes sent back images if Mars. But rather than crush human interest in the Red Planet, it sparked a new wave. People looked to Mars and saw the potential it may of had to contain life un the past, and maybe even harbor some life now I its icy poles, or just below its red surface. The first rovers and probes sent back troves of information and liquid water was discovered in the surface of Mars. This fleeting and seasonal water spurred technological development, Landers and rovers were sent to the planet to trace this water and hopefully find life. This race to find the source led to the first human landing on mars and the first colony, even the first orbital station. But after years, decades even of search,no life was found and the search was abandoned. But yet again, new interest in the Red Planet was sparked.


The Earth was dieing. As hard as science tried to heal their home, all their efforts were for none. Earth simply couldn't support the number of people living on its surface. Some looked underground for the answer, while others looked to Mars. New colonies were formed, stations built and ships designed. Soon enough the first civilian colonies were founded. Humanity thrived in its new home and soon 100 million people lived on the planet.


All seemed bright for the future of the human race... At least until the Third Great War broke out. Tensions between China, Russia and the USA had been growing for years and this tensions sparked in an all out world war. Within minutes the planet was ni more than a smoldering radioactive wasteland. Mars and its people were left alone.


It's been 30 years since then and half of the colonies remain, roughly 50 million people. New Martian nations have been founded and wars have been fought. Life on Mars seems safe, humanity may even live on...maybe


The colonies are dieing. They were built hundreds of years ago with the theory that new parts and replacements were to come from Earth. But with Earths death this help will not come. Without these parts the Colonies will during within the next decade or so.


But there is still hope, there is always hope. Near the poles a land rich with resources has been founded, the resources needed to maintain and even expand upon the colonies. But there is not room for all in this land,the greedy Martian nations will fight for control, who will falls and who will rise? You decide, as the respective leaders of your nations. Go forth dear player, lead your Martian people to salvation... Or wither away in your dieing homes.

 

[Spacekitty]

It begins...





It is early morning on the Martian planet, denoted by the return of the sun as it rays reach out across the rusty Martian surface. For what it's worth, it was quite peaceful and calm, an opposite of what was to become. Suddenly, an object disturbed this peace. An asteroid to be exact. This large asteroid flew through the thin Martian atmosphere, barely burning up. It smacked down into the Martian surface at astonishing speeds, sending dust high into the air. When the dust cleared and the planets many satellites began to scan this asteroid, the results were equally astonishing. The asteroid contained almost purely Ruthenium, the key element for power supplies, n element rare on mars. This single asteroid could save the largest colony on mars for centuries, or an entire small nation. What the many factions on the planet would be willing to do to get even an ounce of this metal was unbelievable... and now there was tons of it.


-----People's Republic of New Italy-----





Antonio D' Angelo, leader of the People's Republic of Italy, sits in his subterranean office in New Rome. The Office is small and quite empty, featuring a pristine white wall curving up to the white ceiling, a few scattered filing cabinets, a desk stationed in the exact center of the room, and a window. Yes a window. While, obviously, this window did not peer outside, Antonio liked it just the same. The Window was actually a tv cleverly made to look like a window peering outside at the vast and beautiful lands of earth. The "window" played a multitude of recording from Earth, before the nukes of course. Today it was showing the great Redwood forest, every now and then a person would appear in the footage, a tourist who had roamed too far or a park-ranger checking on the trees.


Antonio sits at his wooden office, a display as his power as wood is rarely used for non essential things such as a desk. On Antonio's desk is an array of papers no of which concern Antonio at the moment. One report and one report alone concerns him right now. Report Z-536, a meteor crash. As read through the report am anxiety filled him. The asteroid was filled with tons and tons of Ruthenium, enough to save his capital and several other colonies for centuries. He sat down the report. New Italy MUST have tat metal, or die trying.


At his order, A full scale invasion force was deployed to the crash site. Being the fastest faction, his men were the first to arrive and so they set out setting up a defensive perimeter as the miners got to work. The crash site was abuzz with activity, Spider bots of the various types crawled in every into ever nook and cranny they could, many climbed the asteroid itself. Tanks and troops fanned out across the crash site, setting up defensive perimeters, deploying mobile cover, discussing the best methods of defense and where any enemies may come from. Up above the site multitudes of jet/hover craft patrolled the skies, on the alert for any enemies who may wish to approach by air. Hugh, high above even the planes, New Italian ships moved into orbit above the crash site, a full Battle fleet of 25 ships.


((Ok my first post, the half with my faction, sets the minimum detail)) ((All those accepted may begin))

 

[Freddybeard]

--Posdiens, Presidential Palace--


Early in the martian morning, President of Alexandria Kent Fren was busy flipping through documents. He had been looking for any records mentioning the fabled war vehicle, Cerberus. Finally coming to an end, Fren threw the papers across the room.


"DAMMIT!" He shouted, in anger.


Suddenly, the president's Demifone rang. He picked it up, and soon the phone expanded to a large device. On the other line was his most faithful general, Gina Denila.


The president looked distressed. His hair was shaggy, and he had dark eyebugs under his eyes. The previous day, he grabbed every document from the vault, trying to know an inkling of knowledge about the powerful Cerberus vehicle used by Alexandria against Troy more than 70 years ago.


Gina looked to be clean herself. The woman was young, about seventeen, but was brilliant and battle-active.


"What is it?" He said, a hint of anger in his voice.


Ignoring the president's appearance, Gina pulled out her Wendifone. "Mister President," She began. "Just a few minutes ago, an asteroid crashed into the martian surface. It contained a big deposit of Ruthenium, a rare mineral. Our scientists observed it before, but didn't think it would crash down this fast." The president's eyes suddenly sparked with interest.


"The People of Italy knew about it first, and immediately dispatched a mining convoy. Sir, I think you know what this means?"


By this time all of the anger he had only moments later was gone. "It means they want to steal it from us." He had begun to give in to greed.


"Yes sir, that is correct. As we speak, my lower commanders are putting together a mining party to mine out the asteroid." Gina is then tapped behind the shoulder by what seems to be her secretary. She looks at it. "It's here now, sir."


She began to read from it. "We assembled all of the Trojan Steeds we could spare, loaded with our finest miners. We have a team of lower and middle infantry accompanying the party. Do you want any modifications for it, sir?"


Fren had his full attention on it now. "Accompany it with two 02 units. We will not take chances with the safety of our mining operation. In addition, add basebuilders to your party. We will not take chances. Got that Gina?"


Gina was writing on a notepad. "Yes sir. I will dispatch the convoy at once. Alexandria prevails." She marches off, visibly yelling orders at her commanders. She comes back to the fone. She exits the call, and Fren does too.


Immediately, as if paranoid, Fren calls Gina back. "Gina, accompany it with as many soldiers and guards as you can. Put 60 Gels into the mix. If we need to start war for the Ruthonium, we will."


Gina looks surprised, but, loyally, she obeys. "ALL THE INFANTRY WE CAN SPARE! 60 GELS WITH THE CONVOY!" She yells at her commanders. "Do you have any more orders, sir?"


Fren leaned back on his seat. "No. Gina, make sure we mine the hell out of this asteroid, okay? Cancelling the call now." He presses a button, and Gina's face vanishes.


Meanwhile, in the Posdiens port, the Alexandrian military assembled the convoy. In the martian dawn, they dispatched the party to mine the Ruthonium. Soon, they arrive within sight of the Italian mining operation. "Damn. Italians are here." Gina says, holding a binoculars. "Build a base. We'll take it from here." She commands to the basebuilders.

 

[Anaxial]

Henson Corporation


The Byzgot Superstructure


Shining against the red backdrop of the planet, it sat proudly above the planet. Built into the base of the Olympus Mons volcano, the city was an ambitious and dangerous undertaking. It had a powerful heat shielding that could withstand the eruptions of the volcano should it erupt. Many transverse tubes extended out from the lowest level of the Hive City, each alive and flowing with people. The larger tubes had vehicles driving in and out of the city, it was no wonder that the Byzgot Superstructure was known as the Heart of Mars as that's what it resembled with many veins pumping the blood of business and freedom throughout. Inside the city, at the base level thousands upon thousands of people walked about, shopping, laughing, partaking in one of the many restaurants that dotted the balconies and walkways of the base level. The simulated sun was high in the sky, enlightening the city in a almost angelic glow while Red Axe security patrolled the walkways with infantry, men and women dressed in police uniforms holding suppression guns and sound cannons to debilitate those who would cause a riot. Patrolling the skies where unmanned drones, flying about scanning the citizens of the city for their Byzgot Superstructure passes, Citizen ID's, contraband, whatever the Corporation may be interested in.


Though this may have seemed odd for outsides, the constant monitoring was commonplace within the structure. The citizens within the Heart of Mars were happy to oblige to the Corporation's demands of tight security, as no other faction on Mars gave people the feeling that they were still on Earth. Tracing along the balcony and walkways of the base were several now extinct Earth trees and bushes, flowers and ferns, plants that were all gone but not in the Superstructure. It truly was a paradise on the Red Planet, if a bit commercialized. Large holographic TV screens dotted the high buildings of the interior, no matter where you were you could see these screens and were greeted by calming music (unless you were in one of the many dance clubs of the Structure!) and News from around the globe. All of that was about to change however, as the screens suddenly all cut out and displayed the fallen asteroid with a news anchor super imposed over the satellite footage. The man was aged, not quite old but the first traces of grey hair where beginning to grow from his roots. He wore a formal suit and was reading the news in English, however those who spoke other languages needed only listen to their ID's or visitor passes that would convert the audio to their chosen dialect.


"This is just in, Henson Corporation Satellites have just detected a meteor strike not far from the Superstructure! Initial scans have shown that the meteor is heavily enriched with Ruthenium, enough to power the Byzgot Superstructure for a predicted 13 years! The Corporation has already..." He began to drone on about how power was always an issue with a building like the Superstructure, something about the ethics of taking all the Ruthenium, the common drabble to keep the masses happy.


Inside the higher levels of the Structure however, above the clouds that the city created on its own, in the offices that overlooked the miles and miles of approach to the Superstructure all the way to the horizon the high ranking elite of the Corporation were already discussing plans on how to acquire the sought after resource. All 12 of the people in the room screamed wealthy elite, 8 men and 4 women, all dressed in formal suits with shoes that probably costed more than the Red Axe's weapons. They were mostly caucasian, but one of the women was African and three of the men were Asian, regardless the committee was now arguing over what to do and how to do it. John Henson, the CEO of the Corporation sat at the head of the table, a tall white man in a formal black tie suit with sunglasses to block out the rays of the simulated sun that lay just a few hundred yards away from this office.


"We all know the People's Republic is already there, they probably sent their whole goddamn army too!" Barked one of the Asian men as he waved some reports in the air.


"Exactly, why are we discussing this? We have Agents in their military, let's activate them now and take the Ruthenium!" Said one of the women, the others began to quickly agree while John Henson simply sat stoic and quiet. When they had all come to an agreement, they looked to John for an answer, he cupped his hands on the table and cleared his throat.


"How exactly do you claim to be able to take the Ruthenium from the People's Republic with Agents? Even if we did activate them it would be a few against an entire army." He began, the elite began to look at one another shamefully, they hadn't really thought it through had they? "It's a good way to get all of our Agents KILLED." John continued, his voice flaring a bit. "If we want the Ruthenium then we need to strike where they're not expecting it. If we charge head-on towards the Asteroid we'll lose. Plain and simple." He said cutting his hand horizontally as if to motion a flat surface. "Everyone knows the Mongols are hardly controlled by the Corporation.." He said smiling fiendishly, the fact was the Mongols were entirely Corporation funded and supported, false reports of attacks on Henson Corporation Convoys as well as a few orchestrated Genocides seemed to drive the rumor that the Mongols were a simple Raiding force, a faction of their own, home.


So it was agreed, the Mongols would bring a little surprise to the People's Republic.


The Agent

On a typical morning, Lyle would wake up, shower, brush his teeth, eat breakfast with his wife and daughter, get dressed and go off to his job working as a Caravaneer for the Corporation. He would drive trucks and rovers loaded with supplies to various colonies who paid for them, customers within the United Colonies of Valles Marineris, Alexandria, and some small time Colonies unassociated with any of the major factions. However, today was not the average day. As he dressed in usual attire; heavy work boots, brown cargo pants (tucked into the boots), a white turtleneck sweater (stained with dirt and blood it was hardly white anymore), a green multipocketed vest, and a black bowlers cap. He slipped on his aviator sunglasses and started his walk towards the tram system that would take him to his Trade Depot.


Along the way, he looked down from the Second residential area to see the bustling lower area already swarming with thousands of people. He gave a small smile and continued along his walk. Though only 32, Lyle appeared as if he was in his mid-forties. A side effect from many Mind Transfers his Mind Meld disease was taxing on his body, three lifetimes of memories flooded his mind, three lifetimes of experiences. All of them were lies, even his current life, his children, his beloved wife, his job, all fake. To them it was real, a real life that had built for themselves but all these emotions all these feelings of love and home he had felt three times before. Being an Agent was no easy task, deep cover agents within other factions needed to completely swear themselves over to an ideal, build a life, BECOME the enemy and at the mention of a single word throw it all away and perform their duties.


Lyle waited at the Tram station along with a few hundred others, the area was spacious enough to not seem claustrophobic but everyone was distant. Playing with their holo-devices, watching sports games, comedy shows, playing video games, they all had their own lives all of them infinitely unimportant. Lyle watched the people of the station like he did every morning until his Tram arrived and boarded with the others, all of them moving like herds of cattle towards the shuttle doors and snatching seats greedily. Though Lyle had gotten himself a seat, an older woman boarded and seemed hardly able to stand at all. With a sigh, Lyle stood up and offered his seat to her, she thanked him some foreign language, he thought it sounded German and he grabbed onto the safety bar for standing passengers. The Tram began it's trek from the upper level to the lower, the some TV screens inside the Tram suddenly flashed up the scene of the Ruthenium Asteroid, the reports of it's crash, and now projected the People's Republic army flooding the crash site and setting up a perimeter. This could only end badly...

 

[Frontier]

"What do you mean an asteroid of pure Ruthenium?" President Taylor said to his head of current events. "Mr. President, this asteroid has enough Ruthenium to power every colony on the planet for 100 years! We do know that the Peoples Republic is closing on the Asteroid. We need to get there and quick!". President Taylor thought a minute and said, "What are you doing standing around? Mobilize the Troops! I want 60 tanks, 1000 infantry, and our 3 battleships going there now! I will call Antonio D' Angelo to see if we can do a joint military operation to protect the mining operation." With that, the head of current events left to tell the troops the news.


Phone call to @Bobisdead123


President Antonio D' Angelo, I call you to ask something of you. As you are aware an asteroid of pure Ruthenium has smacked down near both of our colonies. I believe this would be an excellent opportunity for both of our republics to have influence over the other colonies. I recommend we do a joint military operation to mine out this asteroid and distribute the ore evenly. I am sending military aid this moment to protect the asteroid. What do you think?

 

[Spacekitty]

"What do you mean an asteroid of pure Ruthenium?" President Taylor said to his head of current events. "Mr. President, this asteroid has enough Ruthenium to power every colony on the planet for 100 years! We do know that the Peoples Republic is closing on the Asteroid. We need to get there and quick!". President Taylor thought a minute and said, "What are you doing standing around? Mobilize the Troops! I want 60 tanks, 1000 infantry, and our 3 battleships going there now! I will call Antonio D' Angelo to see if we can do a joint military operation to protect the mining operation." With that, the head of current events left to tell the troops the news.
Phone call to @Bobisdead123


President Antonio D' Angelo, I call you to ask something of you. As you are aware an asteroid of pure Ruthenium has smacked down near both of our colonies. I believe this would be an excellent opportunity for both of our republics to have influence over the other colonies. I recommend we do a joint military operation to mine out this asteroid and distribute the ore evenly. I am sending military aid this moment to protect the asteroid. What do you think?

As Antonio sat at in his mission control room, deep inside New Rome a technician ran up to him.


"Sir, we are receiving a message from President Taylor of The United Colonies of Valles Marineris". Antonio did not look surprised. He had expected this asteroid would cause sides to form and likely all out war. Very well, bring the call up on one of the screens. Antonio motioned to one of the larger of the many screens towards the front of them room that were displaying a multitude of information, from reports of the miners to military reports. In front of these screens were rows and rows of computers at which sat engineers technicians, scientists and military coordinators, all working to make the mining mission a successful and keep the miners safe.


With a few clicks on the technicians computer, the technician brought the call up on the screen which was sadly only audio.


"President Antonio D' Angelo, I call you to ask something of you. As you are aware an asteroid of pure Ruthenium has smacked down near both of our colonies. I believe this would be an excellent opportunity for both of our republics to have influence over the other colonies. I recommend we do a joint military operation to mine out this asteroid and distribute the ore evenly. I am sending military aid this moment to protect the asteroid. What do you think?"


Antonio thought for a moment. As much as he wanted all the metla for himself, he admitted he couldn't not hold out against all the factions that were likely to attack him to get some.


"I see your point and agree. A joint operation would benefit both our nations greatly, and guarantee the safety of both our miners. Together we will be able to control the asteroid"

 

[Frontier]

As Antonio sat at in his mission control room, deep inside New Rome a technician ran up to him.
"Sir, we are receiving a message from President Taylor of The United Colonies of Valles Marineris". Antonio did not look surprised. He had expected this asteroid would cause sides to form and likely all out war. Very well, bring the call up on one of the screens. Antonio motioned to one of the larger of the many screens towards the front of them room that were displaying a multitude of information, from reports of the miners to military reports. In front of these screens were rows and rows of computers at which sat engineers technicians, scientists and military coordinators, all working to make the mining mission a successful and keep the miners safe.


With a few clicks on the technicians computer, the technician brought the call up on the screen which was sadly only audio.


"President Antonio D' Angelo, I call you to ask something of you. As you are aware an asteroid of pure Ruthenium has smacked down near both of our colonies. I believe this would be an excellent opportunity for both of our republics to have influence over the other colonies. I recommend we do a joint military operation to mine out this asteroid and distribute the ore evenly. I am sending military aid this moment to protect the asteroid. What do you think?"


Antonio thought for a moment. As much as he wanted all the metla for himself, he admitted he couldn't not hold out against all the factions that were likely to attack him to get some.


"I see your point and agree. A joint operation would benefit both our nations greatly, and guarantee the safety of both our miners. Together we will be able to control the asteroid"

"Very well Mr. President. I am sending miners now to start mining out the asteroid. Our combined military power will overcome any obstacle. I hope this will improve relations between our colonies." (end of transmission)


"Send the miners!' President Taylor said to the head of military, 'I also want you to send 20 more tanks, 1000 more troops and 250 Hover Jeeps. I want a fence built around the asteroid and constant patrols around the area. Let it be done!" "Yes sir!" said the head of military. Now more military was in its way to protect the asteroid in a joint military operation. The fence was already being put up and being electrified.

 

[Frontier]

Henson Corporation

The Byzgot Superstructure


Shining against the red backdrop of the planet, it sat proudly above the planet. Built into the base of the Olympus Mons volcano, the city was an ambitious and dangerous undertaking. It had a powerful heat shielding that could withstand the eruptions of the volcano should it erupt. Many transverse tubes extended out from the lowest level of the Hive City, each alive and flowing with people. The larger tubes had vehicles driving in and out of the city, it was no wonder that the Byzgot Superstructure was known as the Heart of Mars as that's what it resembled with many veins pumping the blood of business and freedom throughout. Inside the city, at the base level thousands upon thousands of people walked about, shopping, laughing, partaking in one of the many restaurants that dotted the balconies and walkways of the base level. The simulated sun was high in the sky, enlightening the city in a almost angelic glow while Red Axe security patrolled the walkways with infantry, men and women dressed in police uniforms holding suppression guns and sound cannons to debilitate those who would cause a riot. Patrolling the skies where unmanned drones, flying about scanning the citizens of the city for their Byzgot Superstructure passes, Citizen ID's, contraband, whatever the Corporation may be interested in.


Though this may have seemed odd for outsides, the constant monitoring was commonplace within the structure. The citizens within the Heart of Mars were happy to oblige to the Corporation's demands of tight security, as no other faction on Mars gave people the feeling that they were still on Earth. Tracing along the balcony and walkways of the base were several now extinct Earth trees and bushes, flowers and ferns, plants that were all gone but not in the Superstructure. It truly was a paradise on the Red Planet, if a bit commercialized. Large holographic TV screens dotted the high buildings of the interior, no matter where you were you could see these screens and were greeted by calming music (unless you were in one of the many dance clubs of the Structure!) and News from around the globe. All of that was about to change however, as the screens suddenly all cut out and displayed the fallen asteroid with a news anchor super imposed over the satellite footage. The man was aged, not quite old but the first traces of grey hair where beginning to grow from his roots. He wore a formal suit and was reading the news in English, however those who spoke other languages needed only listen to their ID's or visitor passes that would convert the audio to their chosen dialect.


"This is just in, Henson Corporation Satellites have just detected a meteor strike not far from the Superstructure! Initial scans have shown that the meteor is heavily enriched with Ruthenium, enough to power the Byzgot Superstructure for a predicted 13 years! The Corporation has already..." He began to drone on about how power was always an issue with a building like the Superstructure, something about the ethics of taking all the Ruthenium, the common drabble to keep the masses happy.


Inside the higher levels of the Structure however, above the clouds that the city created on its own, in the offices that overlooked the miles and miles of approach to the Superstructure all the way to the horizon the high ranking elite of the Corporation were already discussing plans on how to acquire the sought after resource. All 12 of the people in the room screamed wealthy elite, 8 men and 4 women, all dressed in formal suits with shoes that probably costed more than the Red Axe's weapons. They were mostly caucasian, but one of the women was African and three of the men were Asian, regardless the committee was now arguing over what to do and how to do it. John Henson, the CEO of the Corporation sat at the head of the table, a tall white man in a formal black tie suit with sunglasses to block out the rays of the simulated sun that lay just a few hundred yards away from this office.


"We all know the People's Republic is already there, they probably sent their whole goddamn army too!" Barked one of the Asian men as he waved some reports in the air.


"Exactly, why are we discussing this? We have Agents in their military, let's activate them now and take the Ruthenium!" Said one of the women, the others began to quickly agree while John Henson simply sat stoic and quiet. When they had all come to an agreement, they looked to John for an answer, he cupped his hands on the table and cleared his throat.


"How exactly do you claim to be able to take the Ruthenium from the People's Republic with Agents? Even if we did activate them it would be a few against an entire army." He began, the elite began to look at one another shamefully, they hadn't really thought it through had they? "It's a good way to get all of our Agents KILLED." John continued, his voice flaring a bit. "If we want the Ruthenium then we need to strike where they're not expecting it. If we charge head-on towards the Asteroid we'll lose. Plain and simple." He said cutting his hand horizontally as if to motion a flat surface. "Everyone knows the Mongols are hardly controlled by the Corporation.." He said smiling fiendishly, the fact was the Mongols were entirely Corporation funded and supported, false reports of attacks on Henson Corporation Convoys as well as a few orchestrated Genocides seemed to drive the rumor that the Mongols were a simple Raiding force, a faction of their own, home.


So it was agreed, the Mongols would bring a little surprise to the People's Republic.


The Agent

On a typical morning, Lyle would wake up, shower, brush his teeth, eat breakfast with his wife and daughter, get dressed and go off to his job working as a Caravaneer for the Corporation. He would drive trucks and rovers loaded with supplies to various colonies who paid for them, customers within the United Colonies of Valles Marineris, Alexandria, and some small time Colonies unassociated with any of the major factions. However, today was not the average day. As he dressed in usual attire; heavy work boots, brown cargo pants (tucked into the boots), a white turtleneck sweater (stained with dirt and blood it was hardly white anymore), a green multipocketed vest, and a black bowlers cap. He slipped on his aviator sunglasses and started his walk towards the tram system that would take him to his Trade Depot.


Along the way, he looked down from the Second residential area to see the bustling lower area already swarming with thousands of people. He gave a small smile and continued along his walk. Though only 32, Lyle appeared as if he was in his mid-forties. A side effect from many Mind Transfers his Mind Meld disease was taxing on his body, three lifetimes of memories flooded his mind, three lifetimes of experiences. All of them were lies, even his current life, his children, his beloved wife, his job, all fake. To them it was real, a real life that had built for themselves but all these emotions all these feelings of love and home he had felt three times before. Being an Agent was no easy task, deep cover agents within other factions needed to completely swear themselves over to an ideal, build a life, BECOME the enemy and at the mention of a single word throw it all away and perform their duties.


Lyle waited at the Tram station along with a few hundred others, the area was spacious enough to not seem claustrophobic but everyone was distant. Playing with their holo-devices, watching sports games, comedy shows, playing video games, they all had their own lives all of them infinitely unimportant. Lyle watched the people of the station like he did every morning until his Tram arrived and boarded with the others, all of them moving like herds of cattle towards the shuttle doors and snatching seats greedily. Though Lyle had gotten himself a seat, an older woman boarded and seemed hardly able to stand at all. With a sigh, Lyle stood up and offered his seat to her, she thanked him some foreign language, he thought it sounded German and he grabbed onto the safety bar for standing passengers. The Tram began it's trek from the upper level to the lower, the some TV screens inside the Tram suddenly flashed up the scene of the Ruthenium Asteroid, the reports of it's crash, and now projected the People's Republic army flooding the crash site and setting up a perimeter. This could only end badly...

"Mr. President! We have inside news that the Henson Cooperation is planning to take the Ruthenium by force! Our spies have given us inside details of their plan. What should we do?" President thought for a minute and said, "We must inform Antonio D' Angelo of their plan."


(video call to @Bobisdead123 )


"President Antonio D' Angelo, we have inside news about the Henson Coorperation. Our spies have informed us that they Henson Cooperation has spies in your military. We are not sure who, or where they are, but keep an eye out. Our spies have also informed us that they plan to take the Ruthenium by force. We don't know how they plan to, but we should prepare the mining operation for anything."

 

[Anaxial]

Mongol Invasion

The Mongols had existed here on Mars since the Fall of Earth, 30 years they've terrorized the Sands by raiding convoys, destroying Colonies, overall causing mayhem. Their Origins were a mystery, their base of operation was unknown as the Mongol bands seemed to nomadically travel the sands and built small camps as they raided. Their oxygen suits were refilled whenever they raided a convoy or a colony, stealing the tanks of the people they killed or watching them choke to death on the atmosphere when they stole their tank while they were alive. Their numbers were large, their attacks while often never too severe, were always devastating to those who were hit.


Now the Mongol Leader- a man who claims to be the reincarnation of Genghis Khan, leads a terrifying army across the sands. The Mongol horde was composed entirely out of recycled Mars Rovers, various vehicles of various sized all cruised across the sands at dizzying speeds. Their vehicles were all custom, most of them had spikes welded all around the vehicles, some had gunners mounted on the backs, they had people, some live, some dead, strapped to the front of their cars to be used as bullet sponges should they take fire, the live ones were hooked up to an oxygen mask but the rest of their face was exposed to the searing sands of the Red planet. Screaming in agony, they awaited death in this torturous existence, it was a real ramshackle looking army- at first glance. Upon a closer inspection actually showed that these Mongols were organized, deadly, among their rovers and gunners, sat four heavy, tracked, Armored Personnel Carriers. They were each about 20ft long and on the top had small bunkers for a few Mongols to sit inside, gunbarrels poked out of the bunkers on these APC's as well as a man sitting on top holding what appeared to be a missile launcher. The army of vehicles began splitting off into four groups, each was headed by the APC's, and guarded by a swarm of smaller vehicles. In the back of their formation it appeared they had some sort of anti-aircraft cannons mounted in place of trailers on some heavy-duty haul trucks.


The four armies split and began to move to four different Colonies, all ironically belonged to the People's Republic of New Italy, they were also the farthest away from the Asteroid's impact zone. Whatever the Mongols were planning was indeed sinister, the People's Republic would face a dilemma of guarding their colonies or keeping this massive force to guard the Asteroid. Regardless of their choice, the Mongols were already on the move and the People's Republic couldn't move fast enough to stop them.


Their attacks happened almost simultaneously, beginning with a mess of fast two-seater cars rolling in quick and poking the beehive with a few small arms fire, while the bulk of the invasion force waited hidden behind the terrain. When the local Garrison was beginning to assemble, several armored buggies would race towards the Colony walls and explode in a suicidal attack that ruptured the hull of the Colony, exposing them to the dangerous atmosphere, and the dangerous army awaiting outside. When the walls were ruptured, those fast two-seaters would speed into the colony and wreak havoc, drawing as much attention as possible to the invading Mongols as they would do as much damage as they could with their vehicles until they were destroyed or couldn't drive any further into the city. The Mongols would dismount and take up positions in nearby buildings, bunkering down and engaging the garrison in a firefight.


Details of the Mongols

Spoiler

The Mongols, as stated above split into four groups and attacked four colonies simultaneously . The attacks would be quick and the farthest targets possible from the Asteroid. Below is an exact number of each of the Attack Groups for fairness.


Each Group consists of;

x1 APC- Holds roughly 35 Fast Attack Jetpack troops.


x35 Fast Two-seater gun cars


x130 Heavy Assault Cars (Bigger more Military styled vehicles with mounted gun placements rather than makeshift ones)


x3 Anti-air guns (this is accompanied by Infantry with ground-to-air missile launchers.


Total Troop count; Approx. 365 soldiers


70- 'Heavy' Mongols from the two-seaters (Heavies just use bigger guns to suppress and overwhelm enemies. Their armor and mobility is the same)


230- 'Common Mongols' (light armor, fast movement, would probably parkour through the Colonies and cut People's Republic Garrison up with their plasma cutter swords or gun them down with the use of SMG's and automatic shotguns)


30- 'Boomer' Mongols (same light armor, an SMG for a side arm, primary weapon being ground-to-air lock on missiles, or ground-to-ground free fire.


35- 'Flyer' Mongols (Lighter armor than the rest, armed with automatic shotguns, SMG's with drum magazines, and Jetpacks to fly over the battlefield.)


I trust you not to metagame and use this knowledge unfairly! Good luck in the coming Raid!

 

[NeoLeaf]

The rusty and brown dust clouds blew high into the twilight of the Martian sky as the armored rover drove off into the rocky wastelands of the Marianas Trench. Inside the bulky silver vehicle was a cozy blue interior. Blue tinted seats, reasonably clean floor and warm heater. The vehicle's audio was playing song from the early twenty first century, it was rap, German rap and the person singing it was only rapping about life on the streets and hard times for the people like him. The man scowled at audio but didn't touch the fast forward button due to laziness. The vehicle bumped around for a bit messing up the audio and the man's way of driving.


Enter Marcel Luka von Rotensand.


Marcel stopped the car in front of a man-made cylinder made out of some sort of powerful concrete submerge partially underground. He stretched out his hand and pressed the pause button of his audio device and listened carefully to the sounds outside his car. A minute has gone by and a loud beeping sound could be heard from the submerged rocky cylinder. The structure then proceeded to slowly rise up 7 meters and reveal a metallic platform that lead underground. Marcel slowly drove his car inside the cylinder and waited as the structure submerged again. The man felt a force in the car and could feel the platform moving down to it's inner region. Marcel rolled his eyes and unpaused the rap that he was hearing.


The tunnel was barely lit with a number of flood lights that illuminated the cave in a warm but fragile orange light. The excavations of the tunnel are clearly seen as this tunnel hasn't built over the natural and dug up formation of the rock. Everything looks bare bones and rushed save for the platform. The Platform could move ten vehicles like Marcel's at a time so, eh, the settlement prioritized logistics over safety and appearance.


The plat form stopped a number of minutes later in front of a station of sorts. A number of men wearing lime green suits with some reflectors came towards the car and began to check it before he could drive again. Marcel had to go out of his car during the process and had a little talk with one of the workers who sat in small concrete office. Trivial things like how much the road sucks and the lone situations that majority of the travelers would have a hard time coping with. The people who had inspected his vehicle had whistled that he's clear. He left the check in office and climbed back into his car. The gate doors pulled themselves upwards like a medieval burg and let him inside the colony.


"Dorf im Rotensand... One heck of a place." Marcel mused as the music changed it's gear to chillstep.


A concrete world was shown before him. Floodlights and concrete structures is all the eye could see. Small numbers of people were wandering around in the crowd and a number of cars were driving on the reinforced road. Everything looks almost the same. It's a luxury to have paint around these parts, hell, it's luxury to have electricity and something out of the norm of this everyday life. Marcel came to an area of the settlement that looked to be something of the settlements industrial site and rode towards the area.


In the facility he was met with an old man. The men went out of their way and hugged each other.


"Altermann Jochim, wa's happenin'?"


"You know same old same old - getting my hands on whatever materials that I can and doing my job." Said the elderly grey haired man as he cracked a wrinkly smile at Marcel.


"Mmm, yeah. y'know you might wanna lay off the sauce and get some shut eye in awhile." Marcel had said while he was being led by Jochim to the warehouse.


"Bah, I'm old. I sleep only for a few hours and then get back to work." He smacked the back of Marcel's head.


"Ow. Alright, ease up old man, god dayum." Marcel chuckled at the Jochim's playful nature.


The two men arrived to a spacious storage facility and came in front of a box. Marcel stood next to the man as he unboxed his latest creation for the young man. A strange looking fire arm that seems to have a bit of big snout and a smallish clip. Marcel raised the weapon from the boy and inspected it from it's design, barrel and magazine while Jochim stayed in the side lines to explain what it was. It's a magnetic accelerator rifle, good for killing foes and destroying things in general, pretty impressive stopping power but has a limited magazine thus making it terrible in prolonged fights. Marcel nodded his head.


"Lastly something that I made from cheaper material and with what weapons parts I had left in the old days." Jochim reached into the box and pulled out a P-90.


"Mmm... old but it can still kill somebody." Marcel shrugged.


"Right, jungermann," The man placed his hand on Marcel's shoulder.


"Besides your order, the usual deliveries are in the corner over their. Drive safely and good luck."


The old man parted ways with Marcel as the young man hopped into a pickup truck and began to move a number of boxes outside the warehouse and loading them into his car. In the containers one could read the contents of what was held within - nickel and copper. it would seem Marcel is acting as a delivery man for the Martian settlements. Marcel started his car and left the concrete settlement. He was outside once more and drove into the cold dry wastelands of the red planet.

 

[Freddybeard]

--Meteorite Base--


The base was complete. The basebuilder workers were exhausted. Earlier, the martian plain was just... plain, now it supports military quarters, a factory, several bunkers, 8 SUPPLY DEPOTS (Hahah! We can support all our marines now, Adjutant!), and of course, a solar farm.


Gina went inside the military quarters.


It was a large and imposing structure, with a concrete fence, a solid steel automatic door, a hard glass drawbridge and under it, a moat filled with malfunctioning machines that move around quite often and can crush you under their weight if you fall.


Above these, on the roof, were battlements. Modeled after the ancient castles of old Europe, this defensive part of a base was heavily improved upon, with the materials used from stone to concrete coated with steel, providing an effective defense against invaders.


Gina went through these. She went through the clean, white hallways, boots creating a thud sound every time she stepped on the tiled floor. Going inside an equally white elevator, she pressed a button: FLOOR 5A and soon she was carried up into the building.


A ding! sound greeted her as the doors opened. She walked through the hallways, and into her bedroom, which she furnished with picture frames, sofas, a bed, and a television. She sat down on her bed, and began calling the president.


President Fren looked better now. He had taken a bath, and cleaned his face thoroughly. Soon, his Demifone rang. He pressed a button on the touchscreen, and Gina's face greeted him.


"Hello, Gina."


"Hello, Mr. Fren. We have bad news and we have good news. Which would you like to hear first?"


"The good news."


"Sir, it seems the italians are accepting joint operations. I am sure you understand the benefit of such an operation to Alexandria."


"Yes, I do, Gina. Bad news?"


"The italians have already accepted an ally."


"Dammit. Who are the allies of the italians in this mining operation?"


"It seems to be the UCM, sir."


President Fren phewed in relief. It wasn't an active rival. Thank God.


"I guess they have room for one more. Bring up Antonio! I want to talk to him."


"Yes sir."


Fren exits the call.


Gina touches the portrait: D' Angelo on her Wendifone call application. She selects video call. She pressed Options, and dragged her portrait to President Fren, while she dragged President Fren's portrait to D' Angelo's. This would create a call where she could advise matters to President Fren, while not being heard by D' Angelo as he and the president come to an agreement.


Fren saw a call coming with President Fren and a private call to Gina simultaneously. He pressed accept.


"President D' Angelo. I am attempting communications with you to inform you of a possible alliance with Alexandria.


As you know, Alexandria has the best and fastest miners on Mars, and quite a powerful military. I am sure you know the benefits of such an alliance. My miners, your miners, and Taylor's miners all working together to mine the Ruthonium. This would be beneficial to us three. We would have the Alexandrian military, the Italian military, and the United military all working together to defend our resources.


We could fight against the rest of them. As we speak, my people have already set up a base of operations that can be used as a bunker should any other faction choose to make war.


Think about it president, together, we would be unstoppable. Our militaries, defending. Our miners, mining. We could all get a 1/3 fraction of the Ruthonium, enough to run our nations for years to come. We, the three presidents, would be remembered all throughout history for as long as humanity can exist. Please consider this oppurtunity."


Gina was impressed. "Good speech sir. Was that impromptu?"


The president smiled.

 

[Frontier]

--Asteroid Base--
The base was complete. The basebuilder workers were exhausted. Earlier, the martian plain was just... plain, now it supports military quarters, a factory, several bunkers, 8 SUPPLY DEPOTS (Hahah! We can support all our marines now, Adjutant!), and of course, a solar farm.


Gina went inside the military quarters.


It was a large and imposing structure, with a concrete fence, a solid steel automatic door, a hard glass drawbridge and under it, a moat filled with malfunctioning machines that move around quite often and can crush you under their weight if you fall.


Above these, on the roof, were battlements. Modeled after the ancient castles of old Europe, this defensive part of a base was heavily improved upon, with the materials used from stone to concrete coated with steel, providing an effective defense against invaders.


Gina went through these. She went through the clean, white hallways, boots creating a thud sound every time she stepped on the tiled floor. Going inside an equally white elevator, she pressed a button: FLOOR 5A and soon she was carried up into the building.


A ding! sound greeted her as the doors opened. She walked through the hallways, and into her bedroom, which she furnished with picture frames, sofas, a bed, and a television. She sat down on her bed, and began calling the president.


President Fren looked better now. He had taken a bath, and cleaned his face thoroughly. Soon, his Demifone rang. He pressed a button on the touchscreen, and Gina's face greeted him.


"Hello, Gina."


"Hello, Mr. Fren. We have bad news and we have good news. Which would you like to hear first?"


"The good news."


"Sir, it seems the italians are accepting joint operations. I am sure you understand the benefit of such an operation to Alexandria."


"Yes, I do, Gina. Bad news?"


"The italians have already accepted an ally."


"Dammit. Who are the allies of the italians in this mining operation?"


"It seems to be the UCM, sir."


President Fren phewed in relief. It wasn't an active rival. Thank God.


"I guess they have room for one more. Bring up Antonio! I want to talk to him."


"Yes sir."


Fren exits the call.


Gina touches the portrait: D' Angelo on her Wendifone call application. She selects video call. She pressed Options, and dragged her portrait to President Fren, while she dragged President Fren's portrait to D' Angelo's. This would create a call where she could advise matters to President Fren, while not being heard by D' Angelo as he and the president come to an agreement.


Fren saw a call coming with President Fren and a private call to Gina simultaneously. He pressed accept.


"President D' Angelo. I am attempting communications with you to inform you of a possible alliance with Alexandria.


As you know, Alexandria has the best and fastest miners on Mars, and quite a powerful military. I am sure you know the benefits of such an alliance. My miners, your miners, and Taylor's miners all working together to mine the Ruthonium. This would be beneficial to us three. We would have the Alexandrian military, the Italian military, and the United military all working together to defend our resources.


We could fight against the rest of them. As we speak, my people have already set up a base of operations that can be used as a bunker should any other faction choose to make war.


Think about it president, together, we would be unstoppable. Our militaries, defending. Our miners, mining. We could all get a 1/3 fraction of the Ruthonium, enough to run our nations for years to come. We, the three presidents, would be remembered all throughout history for as long as humanity can exist. Please consider this oppurtunity."


Gina was impressed. "Good speech sir. Was that impromptu?"


The president smiled.

"Alexandria! Move your military away from the mine immediately! This asteroid belongs to the joint operation of The United Colonies of Valles Marineris and the People's Republic of Italy. Continue your path now, and you will be annihilated." Captain Weygand yelled over the loud speaker.


"Move 10 tanks, 500 troops, and 80 hover jeeps into position. I want the rest patrolling the perimeter of the fence. Let it be done Lt. Smith." "Yes sir!"


@Freddybeard

 

[Freddybeard]

"Alexandria! Move your military away from the mine immediately! This asteroid belongs to the joint operation of The United Colonies of Valles Marineris and the People's Republic of Italy. Continue your path now, and you will be annihilated." Captain Weygand yelled over the loud speaker.
"Move 10 tanks, 500 troops, and 80 hover jeeps into position. I want the rest patrolling the perimeter of the fence. Let it be done Lt. Smith." "Yes sir!"


@Freddybeard

--Posdiens, Presidential Palace--


Fren adjust his seat. "I respect your opinion, Mr. Weygand, but until President D' Angelo says so and President Taylor confirms it, my men are not moving."


Away from earshot by President Fren, D' Angelo and Taylor, Gina ordered her troops to begin equipping their armor and weapons.


If the UCM is going to threaten us, so be it. Gina thought.


--Lower Infantry Quarters, Meteorite Base--


Grant Dest woke up. The booming voice of the Commander echoed all throughout the quarters. Why did Commander Grimes, King of the Effing World, Oh-Hear-His-Name-And-Tremble-In-Fear, Ugh-Ugh always have to wake them up 5 o' clock in the morning on a Saturday? And with his extra booming voice no less.


"ALL SOLDIERS! BY MANDATE OF THE GENERAL, PROCEED TO THE BRIEFING ROOM AT 500!"


All of the lower infantry soldiers, who had not been used to army life yet, woke up groggily. They replied: "Yessir..." sleepily, wanting to hug their pillows and return to their dreams.


Dest, who always was awake when he was awake, jumped up and rushed to the lockers. He grabbed his clothes and sprinted to the shower, where he scrubbed and scrubbed. He dressed up, and when the first other infantryman went inside the shower room, he was already squeaky clean and ready for another day of the torture they call training.


He grabbed his sabre and assault rifle, and walked to the briefing room.


The briefing room was all but completely deserted. It was a white, pentagonal room. Being one of the newly built bases, it was still a clean place. He was the only one there except for Corporal Nina, who was sitting on a chair, trying her best not to sleep.

 

[Spacekitty]

((wont be able to make a good post until tomorrow, also stop doing these small posts, one well developed paragraph minimum.


also, this isn't a rule as much as it is a courtesy, don't go having a massive fight that involves many other people without giving some time for the other parties involved to make a post))

 

[Frontier]

"Captain Weygand sir! They refuse to move. They want contact with President Taylor and President President D' Angelo What should we do?"


Captain Weygand stands up and looks outside the small round porthole of his office on base. "I will inform President Taylor. Stand by for further instruction." "Yes Sir." said Lt. Smith.


"Mr. President, there is a man by the name of Fren who wishes to speak to you and President D' Angelo. He is leading a group of Alexandrian soldiers and miners to also reap the benefits of the ore." President Taylor thought for a few seconds and said to Captain Weygand, "I will call this Mr. Fren. Captain. I am pleased with your work. Maybe a promotion is in order? Anyways, prepare for an invasion" with that, President Taylor ends the transmission and contacts this Mr. Fren.


Video call to @Freddybeard


"Mr. Fren. I am aware you wish to take the ore from this asteroid. I will not allow you to step within a 1 mile radius of the asteroid. I would wish to talk to President D' Angelo before we either let you join our alliance, or wish you to be gone. Breaking the one mile radius rule will result with a well thought out defense plan approved by Captain Weyand and myself."


Video call to @Bobisdead123


"Mr. President I wish to talk to you about Alexandria. They wish to mine from this asteroid like ourselves, but is there enough to share? What are your thoughts?"


Captain Taylor says to LT. Smith. "Prepare for an invasion. Let no Alexandrian within a 1 mile radius of the asteroid. Enact defence plan 1. " "Yes Sir!"


Lt. Smith yelled, "USS Liberty, point your cannons at the incoming troops! Give them a warning shot when they are about to break 1 mile between us. Tankers! Point your barrels at the enemies coming towards us! Encase they come on a full attack, move 4 tanks on each side and flank them. Infantry! Prepare for an invasion! Get into your positions and man the guns!"

 

[Freddybeard]

Video call to @Frontier


"Understood, Mr. Taylor." Fren opens a call to Gina.


"Gina, make the troops stay within the base. Don't break one mile or else they will rain fire on us. Understand?"


"Yes sir. Will we put in defensive positions?"


"Yes. Number Six. Be prepared, General Denila."


"Understood sir." She cuts off the call.


Once she got the call from the president, Gina contacted Corporal Nina Kendra, who she put in charge of the briefing of the low and middle infantry.


"Hello Kendra?"


--Military Quarters Briefing Room One, Meteorite Base--


Nina, still very sleepy, picked up her Wendifone. She put it into her ear. She was greeted by the voice of General Denila.


"Ma'am?" She mumbled into the fone, still under the effects of sleep deprivation.


"Nina, there's been a change of plans."


"Whut?"


"You are not ordered to march on the asteroid mining operation just yet. Do you have all the middle and lower infantry in the briefing room?"


She looked around. She saw no one but Private Dest. "Only one is in the briefing room, Ma'am."


"Dammit. That means the soldiers aren't up yet. Okay, Kendra, tell them , once they're up, to activate Defensive Position Six around the base. Tell them to occupy the battlements and put up the drawbridge. Got that? And don't tell them to get in"


"Yes, Ma'am..."


"Good." Gina cancels off the call.


Dest sat up straight on his chair. He could discern that Corporal Nina was talking to a higher up, maybe General Denila or other people, just by her body language. The news might not be good.


Suddenly, a stampede seemed to revertebrate around the halls as more than 200 infantrymen of both middle and lower ranks walked down the hallways to the briefing room. They filed in, all taking their seats in the room.


Moments later, everybody had found their seats. Corporal Kendra stood up from her chair. She looked more active now. She touched her microphone.


"Everyone, there has been a change of plans."


A murmuring filled the room.


"Earlier we were ordered to go forward into the mining operation, but orders have changed. We are now told to stand guard inside the base, under Defensive Position Six. All Middle Infantrymen shall take the battlements, and all lower infantrymen shall stand guard at the door. Draw the drawbridge up. Briefing over."


Everybody gets out of the room. They take their respective positions and elevate the drawbridge.

 

[general ostruppen]

Helgan Empire



​

A few days have passed of the news of the asteroid and yet there chancellor had not made a move. Teriquin sat in his office and looked from his 39 story tall building and marveling at the fleet that hovered over his great city. He was then interrupted by a chiming sound from his door.





"Come in."


The doors slide open and out revealed his most trusted right hand man, Helmut in his usual military uniform and his glowing eyes coming from his mask. He approaches the chancellor and saluted his leader.


"Our specialist have been able to infiltrate the enemy mining facility sir, however only two were able to get in while the rest had to abort the mission. Luckily they didn't cause any suspicions and managed to escape without causing alarm."


The chancellor doesn't move and continues to look at his city, "Helmut.....how long do you reckon it will take before we shall commence the raids?"


"It would take us another 21 hours before our specialist can achieve the enemy's information of there defenses. Once we achieve it we will send in our Tigers, grunts, and warships....I will assure you that we will capture it sir."


The chancellor frowns and turns around to face the general. He slowly walks around his table and then stops till he was eye to eye with Helmut. "I do not want to capture that meteor general....I want it out of commission." Helmut was shocked at the chancellors response, "But sir how would we destroy it?! if we destroy it we won't get another chance like this for awhile!"


Helmut was starting to become worried, but teriquin stood firm with what he thought was best. "That meteor is too large to defend by ourselves general. If we try to defend it we will be outnumbered for sure. In order to deny the enemy of becoming stronger we myst destroy the source. I have already instructed our scientist to create a weapon to destroy there mining facility and most of that rock and it will be ready when needed, I have been developing this project for three years now....when the time comes you will send your troops to raid the enemy resource convoys containing the minerals and then attack the mines. Make sure that there is nothing left general, we are not trying to capture it...We are destroying it."


The general realized the chancellors master plan and bowed his head, "of course sir." The chancellor waves him off and Helmut sets off to hear more reports of the enemy defenses before commencing the attack.





@Bobisdead123 (hey)

 

[Spacekitty]

As Antonio stands in the center of his control room he watches live fees and reports on the mining operation. Several loads of of pre had already been deposited at New Rome and there was still much more to mine. Things were going well... Too well...


"Sir!" says a communications technician with wide eyes that look like he had just seen a ghost.


Antonio sighs, "... Here we go..." he says to himself. Turning to face the technician he says "What is it?"


The technician continues to look at his screen in horror "The southern most colonies are under attack sir!"


Antonio opens his eyes wide and shock, several people stop dead in their tracks, others drop mugs and reports and all stare ludicrously at the technician.


"Under attack? By who?" Antonio asks, cursing his luck.


"The Mongols sir, with the brunt of our force at the meteorite they must have seized the opportunity to attack!"


"Dammit!" Antonia swears out load. "Can the colonies hold and for how long?"


The technician listens nervously in his come for a moment then says "The two bio-dome colonies have been breached and we just lost contact with on- with both sir". "The subterranean colonies are holding for now, but its only a matter or ti- they just broke into one of them, luckily the Mongols have to move in on foot so we may have enough time to save them, but we would have to leave now"


"Dammit!" Antonio curses again, slapping a engineers coffee bug onto the floor, shattering it and making quite the mess. Looking down at the mess he shouts, "someone clean that up!"


Just then, another technician informs him that President Fren, who had been making an outpost near the crash site, was asking for an alliance to help mine the roid. Antonio smiles for once. Perfect timing...


"Tell him we agree". He turns to an officer


"Have 3/4 of our men and vehicles fall back to the New Rome military complex, and have the majority of them go to meet the Mongol army at any colony that is still holding. The Officer nods and the orders are called out.


within 10 minutes the Mongol army would see specs in the sky in the horizon, a minute latter they would make out 30 Yellow Jacker Super-sonic fighters heading, and firing, right at them. Fortunately for them their AA would keep them at bay for the most.part, but the Yellow Jackets would succeed in their task of slowing the Mongol forces engaged with the subterranean colonies down enough to allow the army to catch them.


Within another 20 minutes the "Grizzly" Anti-Infantry and Anti-Armor jets would be there to destroy their AA, and 15 minutes after the ground troops would arrive.

 

[Achaella]

~Fuller Station~


Jacqui appreciated the break from the underground life within Fort Lovelock. She truly wished to soak in some Vitamin D in a natural process though; from underground to inside an asteroid... it had been months since she'd enjoyed some time in the sun. She walked along the metal walkways within docking bay 4, the clang of her footsteps echoing down the hallways. The usual noise of maintenance and testing on the various aircrafts filled the hangars.


The news regarding the ruthenium asteroid had created quited a buzz within the Gaia Legion, and Jacqui was interested to see what the official stance on the matter would be. Gaia was a mysterious beauty, an oriental Goddess that had her followers hanging on her every word. There was no chance of her idling during this eco-political event of the century; she'd be biding her time, waiting to see how things turned out. The legion had no chance in surviving a direct confrontation with any of the Martian factions. However, a source of ruthenium that large would be an invaluable resource in the Legion's scientific advancement of sustainable energy.


The elites of the G.L. gathered together in the administrative ring of Fuller Station's top deck. A literal ring, 15 meters in circumference with a giant hologram in the centre, took up the majority of the room. Men and women, mostly Chinese, frantically discussed strategy and options. One opinion was shared, there was no way that they could do nothing. The G.L. had been preaching the need for environmental sustainability for centuries, but mankind had refused to listen. Letting the West get their hands on the Ruthenium would surely lead to its marketing and profiteering. The Legion had to obtain control of the material somehow or another, they were Mars' only chance of managing the Ruthenium properly and keeping it out of the hands of the likes of the Henson Corporation and it's greedy capitalist grip.

 

[Freddybeard]

--Presidential Palace, Posdiens--


Video call to @Bobisdead123


Fren smiled. Just what he needed. "President D' Angelo, please tell President Taylor that we are forwarding our miners, some of our infantry, and a few of air support to the Ruthonium." He opens his caller to message Gina and his other generals.


Gina was surprised to hear of the succesful alliance with the Italians. "Just what we need sir." She said with glee. "Forwarding the miners and soldiers now."


All of the other generals agreed with Gina and began yelling at the corporals and commanders through their Wendifones.


"GRIMES! POSTPONE THE WITHDRAWING OF THE DRAWBRIDGE! SEND THE MINERS AND SOME OF THE TROOPS TO THE ASTEROID! THE ITALIANS HAVE JUST ACCEPTED THE ALLIANCE!" One shouted.


"KENDRA! FORWARD THE TROOPS!" Another yelled.


"NADER! GET THE BASEBUILDERS! WE ARE CREATING MORE TOWERS FOR THE SECURITY OF OUR ALLIES SHOULD THEY NEED TO HOLE UP IN THE BASE!"


"WALKER! MODIFY THE TURRETS! PREPARE THE OH-TWO'S!" And so on.


--Meteorite Base, Military Quarters--


"Okay you imbeciles! Elevate the drawbridge!" Commander Grimes shouted.


Dest sighed, and began pressing a collection of buttons on a control panel, assisted by a dozen other soldiers who had been doing the same thing as well.


Suddenly, Grimes seemed to get a call. "Yessir. Withdrawing the drawbridge."


He cleared his throat, and shouted to his men: "CHANGE OF PLANS YOU WORTHLESS SOLDIERS OF ALEXANDRIA! LOWER THE DRAWBRIDGE, GET YOUR WEAPONS, AND GO THROUGH THE BRIDGE, CLEAR?"


The thirteen men grumbled to themselves. They lowered the drawbridge again.


Dest was the first to leave. He ran to the armory, and began equipping his light armor. Once he was done, he ran to the entrance, where he could see Grimes standing on the other side of the bridge. The other soldiers had already gone to the armory, having finished with the drawbridge.


Dest slung his rifle across his chest, and walked across the drawbridge. He had acrophobia, which sent shivers up his spine as he looked through the clear, hard glass. The machine moat reminded him of the oceans he was told that once was on Earth.


Grimes was already fully equipped in his 02 suit. Being high infantry, he has privileges that were not found with either middle or lower infantry, and was envied by Dest and his other men.


"Ah, Private Grant Dest. First man of the day. For that, you earned this." He gave him a belt of assault rifle ammo.


"Thank you, sir." He mumbled.

 

[general ostruppen]

Helganbeing Empire



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".........Fox cave come in this is Python, we have infiltrated the enemy mine and have gathered the necessary info on the enemy base in the past 18 hours we have been here." The infiltrators inside the mine had disguised themselves as military personals and had done a splendid job on keeping there cover. The body's they disposed of had been set aside out in the outside and buried under heaps of Martian dirt.


Helmut and his 140th armored division had been mobilized and would be ready for the attack in 2 hours. "This is Fox cave, we have received your reports and are proud that you have succeeded with no errors. We will attack the enemy convoys that are carrying the precious cargo.....however our biggest concern is the meteor.....have you received your gifts..."


"Affirmative, we were able to pick them up last night before the patrols stumbled upon it. We made sure to dispose of the small shuttle as well. But sir you really believe that these small things can destroy a meteor?"


Helmut wasn't sure himself , but from what he was reported the devices were built to cause enough force to cause the structure to collapse and anything inside it. Once it collapses the fleet would bombard the remains and the artillery would also help and destroy any materials left. They would plant the explosives and devices and scavenge any remains left.


"Python...you and your partner prepare the devices, you will have 1 and a half hours to make sure we go undected and power down the AA guns so our fleet can destroy them, do I make myself clear."


"As you wish general."


-an hour later and half later-


The two infiltrators with there disguised body armor and uniform managed to enter the control room of the AA guns. They enter in and spot 3 guards and 10 other person els making sure the defenses were up and ready. Python nods to his partner and they get to work.


"You two come with me real quick, command needs us to go and help with the bridge." The soldiers he pointed out looked at him and at first hesitated but decided to head out of the room and question the man of where he got the order. As soon as they left the room and the door closed behind them, the man to the right had his neck pierced with a knife causing him to go in shock and spill blood everywhere, the other attempted to raise his gun but was gunned down by a silencer pistol that the infiltrator had on his other hand.


"Headshot"


Meanwhile in the room the other infiltrator was also busy and mowed down every personnel with his silencer equipped assault rifle. There was blood everywhere and the control panels were decimated. The second infiltrator came into the room and whistles at the bloodshed.


"Well I guess we don't have to worry about anyone turning them on....now what?"


His partner looks at him and behind his mask he gave a wicked smile.


"Let's sit back and watch the fireworks."





-30 minutes later-


The fleet had recently been given a clear picture of the defesive turrets, positions, and Airfield.The captain ordered his members to locate the 140th armored division and they found them In less than a couple seconds. They were split into three groups, the first and third group would be less reinforced and only take and raid the convoys and distract them. Meanwhile Helmut and his spearhead force would be assisted by air support and attack the mine and set the explosives and devices. The fleet would focus there fire on the Airfield first and then focus all fire on the enemy defensive lines. After a few minutes they were given orders to commence the attack. The 12 warships turned there turrets and missiles straight down and a volley of hell came raining down all over the place.


As soon as the armored division saw that, the helgun army commence there suprise attack.





@Bobisdead123 @Freddybeard @Frontier @Anaxial @Achaella

 

[Frontier]

--Presidential Palace, Posdiens--
Video call to @Bobisdead123


Fren smiled. Just what he needed. "President D' Angelo, please tell President Taylor that we are forwarding our miners, some of our infantry, and a few of air support to the Ruthonium." He opens his caller to message Gina and his other generals.


Gina was surprised to hear of the succesful alliance with the Italians. "Just what we need sir." She said with glee. "Forwarding the miners and soldiers now."


All of the other generals agreed with Gina and began yelling at the corporals and commanders through their Wendifones.


"GRIMES! POSTPONE THE WITHDRAWING OF THE DRAWBRIDGE! SEND THE MINERS AND SOME OF THE TROOPS TO THE ASTEROID! THE ITALIANS HAVE JUST ACCEPTED THE ALLIANCE!" One shouted.


"KENDRA! FORWARD THE TROOPS!" Another yelled.


"NADER! GET THE BASEBUILDERS! WE ARE CREATING MORE TOWERS FOR THE SECURITY OF OUR ALLIES SHOULD THEY NEED TO HOLE UP IN THE BASE!"


"WALKER! MODIFY THE TURRETS! PREPARE THE OH-TWO'S!" And so on.


--Meteorite Base, Military Quarters--


"Okay you imbeciles! Elevate the drawbridge!" Commander Grimes shouted.


Dest sighed, and began pressing a collection of buttons on a control panel, assisted by a dozen other soldiers who had been doing the same thing as well.


Suddenly, Grimes seemed to get a call. "Yessir. Withdrawing the drawbridge."


He cleared his throat, and shouted to his men: "CHANGE OF PLANS YOU WORTHLESS SOLDIERS OF ALEXANDRIA! LOWER THE DRAWBRIDGE, GET YOUR WEAPONS, AND GO THROUGH THE BRIDGE, CLEAR?"


The thirteen men grumbled to themselves. They lowered the drawbridge again.


Dest was the first to leave. He ran to the armory, and began equipping his light armor. Once he was done, he ran to the entrance, where he could see Grimes standing on the other side of the bridge. The other soldiers had already gone to the armory, having finished with the drawbridge.


Dest slung his rifle across his chest, and walked across the drawbridge. He had acrophobia, which sent shivers up his spine as he looked through the clear, hard glass. The machine moat reminded him of the oceans he was told that once was on Earth.


Grimes was already fully equipped in his 02 suit. Being high infantry, he has privileges that were not found with either middle or lower infantry, and was envied by Dest and his other men.


"Ah, Private Grant Dest. First man of the day. For that, you earned this." He gave him a belt of assault rifle ammo.


"Thank you, sir." He mumbled.

"Captain Weygand!' called Lt. Smith, 'The President D' Angelo and President Taylor accepted the Alexandrian's into our alliance. You must let them in sir."


"Well what are we waiting for? open the gates! We need as much man power as possible. Get these men in here and give them the briefing." "Yes sir!" called Lt. Smith.


Captain Taylor over the loud speaker. "ALEXANDRIANS! YOUR NATION HAS BEEN ACCEPTED INTO THE ALLIANCE! YOU WILL NOW MOVE THROUGH GATE THREE WHERE YOUR SQUADRONS WILL BE BRIEFED ON WHAT THEY ARE EXPECTED OF. UNDERSTOOD?

 

[Frontier]

"Captain Weygand!' called Lt. Smith, 'The President D' Angelo and President Taylor accepted the Alexandrian's into our alliance. You must let them in sir."
"Well what are we waiting for? open the gates! We need as much man power as possible. Get these men in here and give them the briefing." "Yes sir!" called Lt. Smith.


Captain Taylor over the loud speaker. "ALEXANDRIANS! YOUR NATION HAS BEEN ACCEPTED INTO THE ALLIANCE!

As Antonio stands in the center of his control room he watches live fees and reports on the mining operation. Several loads of of pre had already been deposited at New Rome and there was still much more to mine. Things were going well... Too well...
"Sir!" says a communications technician with wide eyes that look like he had just seen a ghost.


Antonio sighs, "... Here we go..." he says to himself. Turning to face the technician he says "What is it?"


The technician continues to look at his screen in horror "The southern most colonies are under attack sir!"


Antonio opens his eyes wide and shock, several people stop dead in their tracks, others drop mugs and reports and all stare ludicrously at the technician.


"Under attack? By who?" Antonio asks, cursing his luck.


"The Mongols sir, with the brunt of our force at the meteorite they must have seized the opportunity to attack!"


"Dammit!" Antonia swears out load. "Can the colonies hold and for how long?"


The technician listens nervously in his come for a moment then says "The two bio-dome colonies have been breached and we just lost contact with on- with both sir". "The subterranean colonies are holding for now, but its only a matter or ti- they just broke into one of them, luckily the Mongols have to move in on foot so we may have enough time to save them, but we would have to leave now"


"Dammit!" Antonio curses again, slapping a engineers coffee bug onto the floor, shattering it and making quite the mess. Looking down at the mess he shouts, "someone clean that up!"


Just then, another technician informs him that President Fren, who had been making an outpost near the crash site, was asking for an alliance to help mine the roid. Antonio smiles for once. Perfect timing...


"Tell him we agree". He turns to an officer


"Have 3/4 of our men and vehicles fall back to the New Rome military complex, and have the majority of them go to meet the Mongol army at any colony that is still holding. The Officer nods and the orders are called out.


within 10 minutes the Mongol army would see specs in the sky in the horizon, a minute latter they would make out 30 Yellow Jacker Super-sonic fighters heading, and firing, right at them. Fortunately for them their AA would keep them at bay for the most.part, but the Yellow Jackets would succeed in their task of slowing the Mongol forces engaged with the subterranean colonies down enough to allow the army to catch them.


Within another 20 minutes the "Grizzly" Anti-Infantry and Anti-Armor jets would be there to destroy their AA, and 15 minutes after the ground troops would arrive.

"Mr. President! We have an issue!" called out a young Computer specialist at the end of the line of holo-computers. It concerns The Peoples Republic of New Italy! They are under attack by the terrorist organization the Mongols! They have lost contact with one colony and two other colonies have been breached.They are in dire need of some type of aid. Should we help?"


President Taylor sat in his swivel chair and thought without any emotion on his face. "We must help our allies no matter what the cost. Send the USS New Hampshire and 700 troops from the colony of Wayshine. I want 30 tanks on the ground. We need to use something they will not expect."


"What is it sir?" asked the Young man.


"We must scramble the jets. Jets have not been used on Mars in many years, I know, but I believe it is time to use them. I want the White Angels flying these jets. Understood?"


"Yes Mr. President!"


The young man went back to his desk and pushed the speaker button for the old air hanger, which is now mainly used for extra storage.


"ATTENTION! ATTENTION! THIS IS A CODE PURPLE ALERT. THE PEOPLES REPUBLIC OF ITALY IS UNDER ATTACK. PRESIDENT TAYLOR WANTS THE WHITE ANGELS FLYING FIGHTER JETS TO LEAD THE FIGHT ON THE OPPOSING FORCE, THE MONGOLS. THEY WILL BE FOLLOWED BY THE USS NEW HAMPSHIRE, 700 INFANTRY AND 30 TANKS. YOU WILL BE LEAVING AT 0900. YOU HAVE A HALF AN HOUR TO GET READY GOOD LUCK."


The 5 jets took off towards the colony that lost contact.


"Uhh, Fire team captain, I see contact at 3 o'clock over."


"Clear copy. Over." said the Captain.


"Copy that. Over and out."


"White angels, This is mother Earth. we have Confirmed that the contact is indeed the Mongols. Over."


" Mother Earth. Clear copy over."


"White angels this is Mother Earth . Uhh give em hell. Over and out."


The captain sid over the radio. Lets play some music for the boys down there, shall we? I'm thinking something classical..."


([media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAgnJDJN4V[/media] Listen to this for full effect)


"WOOO! LETS GET EM BOYS! LETS HELP OUR ALLIES DOWN THERE! WERE GOING TO DO THIS WITH STYLE!" The captain yelled.


The jets fly over. and make such a big whoosh sound everyone stops fighting as they see these martian style made jets flying to classical music...

 

[Freddybeard]

Video Call to @Frontier


"Affirmative, sir."


Video Call to Gina


"Gina, mind if you send more troops? They might need them."


"Yes sir."


Gina grabs her microphone and looks down into the entrance, where soldiers where marching out. "SOLDIERS! WE NEED 300 LOWER INFANTRY, 150 MIDDLE INFANTRY, AND 75 HIGHER INFANTRY! Understood?"


The soldiers looked up at the General. "Understood!" They said in unison.


"Good. Continue, soldiers." She walked to the armory, grabbed a leech rifle and sabre, and layed down on her bed.


Dest looked on in satisfaction since FINALLY the others have gotten out of the military quarters.


Commander Grimes shouted to his cohort of men (he also seemed to be holding a recorder): "GO TO GATE THREE OF THE MINING OPERATION, WHERE YOU WILL BE BRIEFED BY THE UNITED COLONISTS AND THE ITALIANS, CLEAR?"


"CLEAR!"


"Then move on, men."


They marched forward, and saw that quite a few Trojan Steeds were waiting for them. They got into the transport vehicles, and once they were all inside, the Steeds turned on their boosters, and a WHOOSH sound followed as they were carried away.


Dest looked out of the windows. The martian surface was a blur of red and black. It gave him a sinking feeling in his stomach.


He had been loaded into Trojan Steed Number 1. Where you were carried depended on your punctuality. If you were one of the first, you get to be in the very comfortable Number One, but if you are one of the last, you get the pleasure to be in the less maintained and totally filthy Trojan Steed Number 50.


It was just his luck that he was punctual, but he had a few runs carried in Trojan Steed Number 37, and it was not that comfy.


Soon, they stopped. They were in the Mining Base now. They went out of their steeds and marched in a formation to the briefing room. They all filed in, waiting for the Colonists and Italians to brief them.

 

[Frontier]

Video Call to @Frontier
"Affirmative, sir."


Video Call to Gina


"Gina, mind if you send more troops? They might need them."


"Yes sir."


Gina grabs her microphone and looks down into the entrance, where soldiers where marching out. "SOLDIERS! WE NEED 300 LOWER INFANTRY, 150 MIDDLE INFANTRY, AND 75 HIGHER INFANTRY! Understood?"


The soldiers looked up at the General. "Understood!" They said in unison.


"Good. Continue, soldiers." She walked to the armory, grabbed a leech rifle and sabre, and layed down on her bed.


Dest looked on in satisfaction since FINALLY the others have gotten out of the military quarters.


Commander Grimes shouted to his cohort of men (he also seemed to be holding a recorder): "GO TO GATE THREE OF THE MINING OPERATION, WHERE YOU WILL BE BRIEFED BY THE UNITED COLONISTS AND THE ITALIANS, CLEAR?"


"CLEAR!"


"Then move on, men."


They marched forward, and saw that quite a few Trojan Steeds were waiting for them. They got into the transport vehicles, and once they were all inside, the Steeds turned on their boosters, and a WHOOSH sound followed as they were carried away.


Dest looked out of the windows. The martian surface was a blur of red and black. It gave him a sinking feeling in his stomach.


He had been loaded into Trojan Steed Number 1. Where you were carried depended on your punctuality. If you were one of the first, you get to be in the very comfortable Number One, but if you are one of the last, you get the pleasure to be in the less maintained and totally filthy Trojan Steed Number 50.


It was just his luck that he was punctual, but he had a few runs carried in Trojan Steed Number 37, and it was not that comfy.


Soon, they stopped. They were in the Mining Base now. They went out of their steeds and marched in a formation to the briefing room. They all filed in, waiting for the Colonists and Italians to brief them.

Captain Weygand, leader of military operations for the mine walked into the room and stood in front of the room. He waited patiently as the Alexandrians settled down and were all silently sitting. It took a few minutes, but they all eventually settled down.


"Good morning gentlemen. I am Captain Jack Taylor of the U.C. Army. I am here personally to welcome you all to the operation. As you are aware, I am the head of military on this base. This base has strict rules that are to be followed by everyone even me. I would like to start with rule boo-" The captain was interrupted by Lt. Smith barging through the door,


"Sir! I need to borrow you!"


"Lt. Smith can you not see I am busy?" said Captain Smith with an upset tone.


"Sir, I am afraid the security of this base has been compromised. I personally cam here to get you."


Captain Weygand thought for a moment and said, "Private Jenkins, please continue this presintation for these soldiers. Also let Corporal Huxley translate what you said in Greek after the presentation for our guests who do not speak English. I must see what this is about."


"Yes Sir!" Private Jenkins yelled.


Captain Weygand and Lt. Smith walked out of the room. "Follow me sir. Something happened. There is no time to explain, just follow." Captain Taylor followed. Suddenly, ""BOOM BOOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!""


"Lt. Smith what in the name of God was that?!?!?!" Captain Weygand yelled.


"Sir there were spies! They set bombs up inside of the asteroid and collapsed all the tunnels! The miners are trapped! They are invading the base now! They have 12 battleships and heavy infantry! What should we do?"


"What should we do!?!?!? For Gods sake, call in air support! Get the USS Liberties guns on the smallest battle ships and I want the USS Donald Trump's guns on the enemy artillery! Get the miners to start to do search and rescue in the tunnels. Move 700 troops, 10 hover jeeps, and 5 tanks from the left and the same for the right! I want The White Angels over here pronto to bomb the shit out of the enemy barricades! I must call President D' Angelo, President Fren, and President Taylor and call for reinforcements! We must protect this asteroid at all costs!"


"YES SIR!" Replied Lt. smith and carried out his orders accordingly.


( video call to @Bobisdead123 @Freddybeard @Frontier from Captain Weygand)


"Mayday mayday mayday! This is Captain Weygand of the mining operation at the asteroid! Stetistics show that the fighting style of the opposing force is Helganish. We need support and quick! They have 12 battleships and a large opposing infantry closing on the base! I put into effect defense plan T. to slow the force from advancing.


The Helganish had well trained agents here on base. They killed an entire room of U.C. and R.I. soldiers and assassinated 2 guards that were stationed on the AA guns. They set up charges inside the asteroid and the tunnels have collapsed! We have miners and soldiers trapped inside! Please I beg of you, help!"<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/upload_2015-10-19_18-58-4.png.d89073ef2e34b7ca505be4b0f21b4b4d.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="81277" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_10/upload_2015-10-19_18-58-4.png.d89073ef2e34b7ca505be4b0f21b4b4d.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>