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The Colonial Conquest

Senior Private 2. Mikel Greenwood, 3rd Mechanised Infantry Division of The Colonial Army, 7th Armoured Infantry Brigade
Caerulanim V, of The Stellagemi System - 27:44

Mikel was clueless to his surroundings. Dazed, in fact. It was all a frantic struggle. He wasn't sure if he was just made victim to enemy artillery. He gazed down upon himself. Most of his ISD and only segments of his MCPS Mk 9 body armour were soaked in what appeared to be someone's blood. Mik rushed to see whether it was his own. It was apparently not, but happened to have come from the limp body of a little girl not far right to him.

Mik - still attempting to regain his focus from whatever had just hit him - could note the girl's lack of a leg or arm. That would almost definitely explain the source of all this crimson paint. That only made the realisation of what just happened even worse than it had been before.

The infantryman had been attempting to remove the girl from a scene of a firefight between his Section and a formation of rebellious fanatics. A recollection of brief memories could put together the scene of one of this zealots hurling a hand grenade whilst Mik tried to attempt an escape with the girl.

The soldier took a glimpse to see whether they were still standing. They had already been dispatched by Mik's Section. He tried to call out for help. But then he noticed the blank expression left on the girl's face. It would have been a miracle for her to have survived that. She's been riddled with shrapnel head to toe. And here Mik was with fragments of metal surrounding his own body, having been smacking his armour until they could no longer keep up the assault. This was the only reason Mik was still alive.


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  • Above Olympus
    LNS Stafford
    Mission | Joint Naval/ground force training with Atlus
    Battleship
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    Captain Amry sat on his Captain's chair excited. Besides exploring the frontier, life was relatively business as usual with the 1st fleet. The monotonous science missions so they were called (really it was a test of how long the crew could admire pretty stars, the scientists unsurprisingly stared at them the longest). The training on Olympus itself with Atlus certainly was a nice change of pace. On the transports, marines were preparing for phase one, a naval-ground simulated landing. He hoped it would impress the Atlusians even slightly, even Lorraine, a sort of "liberator of the universe" still had sinful pride. They couldn't disappoint their chancellor after all, especially on an international scale.

    Amrys stared at the communications officer before speaking with a grin.

    "Get me direct communication with Olympus ground forces. Tell them Phase 1 is about to begin" Before the comms officer hastily picked up the radio. The frontier certainly gave the communication officers more work than what they were paid for at least. Amrys stood and addressed the rest of the bridge, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you Olympus, the home of our Atlusian ally. Let's kick some ass, aye?"


Wandering Grim Hollow Wandering Grim Hollow
 
Industry Walk way-
Mass production rates of CD-2 Units are on the rise. A Wehr March is recorded to demonstrate and advertise their power...

Wehr Capital Ship-
Reinforcements inbound.​

The loud crashing of metal boots and the howl of sirens filled the ear sensors of many units through-out the hanger. Droids were running about with different types of gear and uniforms. Large ships- Combat transports- Were parked in the hanger by rows that faced outwards, leaving a large empty space in-between the rows.

Soon, large waves of CD-2 units marched inside the room, staying within a tight square formation. Many held their rifles by their side with one arm, and swung the other arm along with the beat of the march.

The companies of droids soon filed in to fill the spaces between the LC , where most of them were quickly briefed by their officer. they stood solid and still, with complete unity in their movements.

Soon after, the companys split up into two small platoons of troops. These platoons were then hastfully loaded into the LC Vehicles. Deployment was imminent, most of them knew the consequences of their actions, yet none were prepared for the battle ahead.

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Deployment Computer- CC -70.
N.R.P.G.C.- Messages.
A message to the NRPGC was sent by the capital ship which stood back from the fight ,spectating the planet. It was far off from the fight.
An old operating system seemed to have typed it, which contained the make-up of a Droid Force and a request for deployment.
The message read:

"Deployment ready and awaiting- Recommended imminent deployment near combat area for support. Loaded units count:
6 Company (s) of Grenadiers.
1 Company (s) of Pioneers.
1 Company (s) of Scouts.
2 Company (s) of Elite.

Comfirm Order- Respond with deployment order. "


 
Barradus System, Abondable class cruiser VNS Scorpio, Lieutenant Fredrick Crassus, bow tubrolaser battery D gun crew​
Fredrick was happy to get some time off. The Scorpio had been dispatched to head up an escort fotilla. Their cargo was a batch of supply ships headed for the Interior region from the rich mining planet of Nethore. Pirate activity was high, but the attitude on the ship was lax. The sudden and rapid rise of pirate activity called for the sector governer to deem the deployment of Scorpio and three other warships of the massive Abondable class to escort convoys. It'd take a pirate with a death wish to attack a cargo ship protected by an Abondable. The fotilla was indeed considerable. Scorpio, two Archangel class light cruisers, and five Faroes, with an additional Tonnblem to bolster the already considerable fighter wing aboard Scorpio and the other warships. To make up for this inconveinence to the crew, who had been expecting leave on the planet of Tennus, their destination before being reassigned to the cargo lane, the ship's captain had allowed the crew to stand down, relaxing the alert level and enabling the crew to get some time to themselves at their stations.
In the barradus system, where they had reverted to realspace to calculate the next leg of their journey, several major collisons had occured over the last months, leaving the system thick with asteroids and debries. Several civilian ships had been detected, and they were closing to the convoy. Fredrick leaned into his console and spoke to the bridge. "This is Lieutenant Crassus, Bow gun bank D, I'd like to ensure you have detected several vessels approaching to our northwest."
"Positive, Lieutenant, and they are not responding to our hails, prepare to fire warning shots if they don't cease to close." Suddenly, Fredrick heard someone talking in the background on the bridge.
"Sir!" Someone yelled "several ships coming out of hyperspace!" Suddenly, a few large, though tiny next to Scorpio, visibly ramshackle ships entered Fredrick's view. Within seconds, the ships had begun to open fire. Ion cannon bolts, missiles, railgun blasts, and even some low-quality turbolasers swarmed around the ships. Several struck home, but they did not pass through the shields of the warships. Suddenly, a message came, playing from the intercom all over the ship as klaxons began to blare.
"All hands" Fredrick recognized the voice of the ship's captain, Quintus Geolekkson. "We are under attack by pirate forces! This is not a drill! Man your battle stations!" Fredrick immediately yelled to his crew.
"Get the guns up! This isn't the simulation, boys, this is it! Faster, faster!" Men around him frantically began pounding in the codes to bring the turbolasers they were manning online. Within moments, the gunners sounded off
"Gun A fully charged and prepared!"
"Gun B fully charged and prepared!" Fredrick listened until all of his sixteen gunners had sounded off.
"Target the nearest pirate vessel! Open fire!" He leaned over his command console, imputting the speed and velocity of the ships he had painted on his gunner's HUDs to make them easier targets. Within minutes, the full might of Scorpio and her flotilla's turbolasers were sounding off and several of the pirate frigates in the front were going up in flames. Then, Fredrick stopped in shock. Directly in front of them, another, much larger, pirate ship exited hyperspace. It was again nothing to Scorpio, but at two hundred and fifty meters, it was almost half the size of one of the Faroe destroyers in the fotilla. It too began firing, with it and some of the pirate cruisers on the fleet's flanks beginning to focus fire on one of the destroyers, VNS Celeron. Fredrick could hear Celeron's crew over the still-open commlink.
"This is VNS Celeron, our shields are at seventy-five percent and dropping, we need immediate aid!"
"The pirate frigates are being decimated, Celeron, hang in there!" Quintus replied.
"Damn the frigates! We need to destroy that main cruiser!" The commander of the Celeron, an inexperienced Commodore*, was obviously beginning to panic."
"Alright... Order the bow Mass Accelerator to engage!" Fredrick knew what this meant, and began to prepare. After a few moments of increasing success against the escorts, the klaxon stopped for a second, then changed, becoming higher pitched as a new command came down.
"All bow crews! Take caution! The Frontal Heavy Mass Accelerator is going to fire!"
"Take cover!" Fredrick yelled. Everyone in his gun crew immeditately bent over and put their hands over their ears. Then, a huge explosion rocked the ship and the entire bow section rattled as the mammoth kinetic cannon on the bow of the ship fired. The turret mounted ones aft had better recoil systems, but Scorpio was long overdue for a refit.. Fredrick continued to look out the main viewport, and watched as the shell from the cannon impacted the large pirate cruiser. The results were devastating. A MHA had the power to cripple a ship three times the size of the pirate cruiser, and obliterate outright one double it's size. Several explosions rocked the pirate ship, visible from the Scorpio as it split into sections that began to list and float through space. With the pirate's capital ship gone, the escorts and smaller cruisers began to waver. Two of the four cruisers were already destroyed by the other ships in the fotilla, and one of the remaining ones was severely damaged. Most of the frigates were destroyed by the turbolasers of the fotilla or the cannons, torpedoes, and bombs of the fighters. Those that could still flee were racing for the edge of the system, to flee into hyperspace or the warp, and those who could not ceased fire and struck their colors. Boarding parties were dispatched to capture crew from those ship on interrogations. Fredrick turned to look out of the viewports towards the rest of the convoy. The only Imperial ship to lose it's shields fully was Celeron, and it had sustained moderate damage. Most of the convoy was unscathed. Ten pirate frigates, four pirate cruisers, and the unidentified pirate capital ship had destroyed by the Emperor's ships.
Meanwhile, on the bridge, Quintus would direct the ship's AI assistant to begin filling out an after action report and send it directly to the sector governer. He would be interested to hear of these developments.


In the Imperial Navy, Commodore, unlike in our own world, is a below that of Captain, but above Commander.
 

  • Atlus Royal Army
    33rd Mechanized Infantry
    Captain A.Bauduin    ​
    "Message from the Lorrainians, Ma'am. They are starting with Phase 1 in just a moment." A radio operator informed Captain Annabelle as she gazed at the assembled soldiers and pilots. The Captain took a moment to gaze upwards, along the planned landing path the Lorrainian Marines would be taking and then off towards the lined anti-air batteries set up. All loaded with simulation rounds of course, paint rounds, thunderflashes, laser pointers instead of high energy beams, things like that.

    "Send a message to the AA team. Tell them Operation Turkey Shoot is starting. Oh and send another message to the Hoplites. All teams mobilize except for Rose Team, they will remain on standby." Annabelle ordered before she picked up the loudspeaker and faced her troops. "The Operation has officially begun. All soldiers are to head to their respective locations. As a gesture of goodwill, let us show our Lorrainian allies the might of the Royal Army. That will be all, move out."

    "YES MA'AM!" The soldiers chorused before heading off to their respective locations. Captain Annabelle took that moment to settle into her camp chair and take off her officer's cap.

    "You seem lively, Ma'am." Her aide piped up as she passed Annabelle her canteen.

    "Hm. I truly am, Lieutenant Ardent. Its not everyday that I get to witness a joint training session and this is the first one I'm hosting." Annabelle answered coolly. Her aide simply smiled and went back to work, her CO was never one for words anyway.


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Chief Admiral Zachery Lodge, 32nd Fleet of The Navy
Caerulanim V, of The Stellagemi System - 01:47

Lodge watched on as he witnessed the destruction of several ships, heavily indicated to be that of the rebel forces leading the so-called 'revolution' down below. In reality they were simply terrorists. Zach read the reports and all the little details that showed what these fanatics truly were. He felt no remorse as his own ship - a Duke-Class Dreadnaught dubbed the N.R.V. War Bound - plowed straight through the largest vessel present during the battle.

Somehow these fanatics had managed to equire a pocket of warships to assist in their uprising. Most definitely from an outside source. These extreme lot couldn't even come close to scrounging up all the resources to construct their own vessels. They wouldn't even have the resources nor the technological capabilities to do so.

But it was a problem to by solved on a later date. The objective now was to strike down the remains of these revolutionaries before they could continue to claim more of the lives they claim to fight for. And that task would be carried out smoothly, just as expected.​
 
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The Comms officer notified Amrys that the Atlusian received their message. The transports were made aware the Marines were ready to make their landing. The 104th Attack Battalion were about to make an impression.

"Begin the operation. Just as rehearsed please," Amrys told the comms officer.

As if on queue, hundreds of drop pods were launched. At least a thousand Marines began the first wave. It was time to see if Atlusian tech really was that good.
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Henry Alrich
First Assualt on Olympus
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Henry Alrich was on the bridge of the LNS Kelmen, the lead transport of the first fleet. He was the commander of the 104th battalion and therefore oversaw the ground combat training for the Lorranians. So far so good. The drop pods were launched without fail and the troops were loaded in record time. It seems months in space and constant preparation helped.

Still, there were some mishaps. The troops took four minutes longer than expected to get dressed and suited up. Rallying the troops to the pods was short three minutes. Should this be a naval combat situation or an actual invasion, the Lorranians would be caught off guard despite be the offenders. Either way, the troops were dispatched. Time to show the Atlusians who's boss.
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104th Attack Battalion
3rd Marine Division | Second Infantry
Petr Orkus
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Petr braced when the drop pods was shot into Olympus. Despite training, this would be his first simulation. He would be sent into simulated combat. The Lorranians set their blasters to stun, those using bullets had to use fake plastic rounds.

Being a Corporal, he didn't have much power. He had to sit down and shut up. Petr could only watch as the Captain gave his briefing pre-landing. His hands were shaky and he grabbed on tight to his gun.

"Alright, when we land we get out ASAP, get on the ground and dont make yourself a target! Stay spread out! One man is a waste of time, a group is a massacre! Keep your weapons on stun, we don't want accidents!" The captain yelled.

The group was too anxious to reply. The pod shook more heavily now. It seems they have have reached the atmosphere. His armor didn't exactly make things more comfortable. Beads of sweat formed on his palms as the ground drew nearer and nearer.

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Holan, Sector Capital of Ankyles, the City of Charity, Sector Governer's Office.
Sector Governer Marcus Anders​
Marcus had received a report from Captain Quintus Geolekkson, a personal friend of his who was commanding an Abondable class cruiser. He pulled up the report, only to frown when it detailed a pirate attack. The Pirates had a new type of warship, some 250 meters in length. This came as a surprise, as the Pirates had never fielded a warship of such size. No ships had been lost, but had Scorpio not then there it would have been a closer fight. Within his addendum notes, Quintus has requested a further investigation by Imperial intelligence into the matter. Sighing, Marcus contacted some of his intelligence agents, ordering them to the site of the battle to look at the destroyed ships.
Barradus System, Commander Lexius Verron, Imperial Naval Intelligence
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As their ship exited hyperspace, Lexius marveled at the strange pirate ship. It was a collage of several known ships, some potentially foreign, some unknown parts, and even some asteroid hunks. It's firepower was impressive. Dwarfed by even a Faroe class, but not by the civilian or private patrol vessels that would serve as the normal escort for a convoy. Lexius turned to his crew. "Upload the computer records of the pirate cruisers and any surviving frigates." At his word, people in exosuits and small pods darted off to download the files. Hyperspace logs, crew registry, the like. Most of these systems would be backed up and sent off the ship, the purged before battle on an Imperial ship, but the Pirates lacked such discipline. Lexus put the governor on the line.
"Sir, several of the ships took route here originating from the Eastern reaches. We cannot confirm anything, but an investigation into the Haven would probably be worthwhile."
"Wise consul, and advice that has been on my mind. Choose a man and send him to Haven space."
"Yes sir, sector governor."
 

Wolfpack Training Facility, Location: Unknown

As usual, Thomas was training with Jason. He had finished his important work early and he was able to start his training much faster. With some slight padding on their knuckles, they fought hand to hand. Punches were thrown and blocked, counters were performed, usual combat. Jason wasn't trying his hardest, but neither was Thomas. Both of them were chatting as they trained. "Any new promising recruits in the Wolfpack?" asked Thomas as he batted away a hook. "I believe his name was Samson. Chose the callsign Apex. One of the newest two. He has potential. I'll be worki-" Jason was saying before getting cut off by a backhand to the right side of the face, well, more or less his muzzle. "Nice shot" he complemented the strike. "Thanks" Thomas replied. Jason took of the gloves, some of the velcro gripping onto his fur slightly. Thomas did the same. "I say we hit the sim and really get into it" Jason said. Thomas grinned. "Agreed. I'll show you what I've learned" he said. The room went silent as the stopped fighting and walked towards the battle simulator. The only thing heard was the echo of operatives training outside and on lower floors. As they strapped in Thomas flashed Jason a small grin. "Lets have some fun". "If getting your ass kicked is fun, then sure". They both chuckled as they entered sim.

Naval Station 3, Ravani orbit

Funny thing, N.S 1 isn't the most elite station, N.S 3 is. Here High Admiral Marni Yandrich was watching over his flagship as some minor upgrades were being put in. The R.R.S Xira was the Republic's finest ship. Fast, agile, and above all, lethal. It was Yandrich's pride and glory to command this ship. He was going to join Jason and Thomas back down on Ravan for training, but he needed to oversee the installation of the upgrades and repairs. Most of the crew just needed something to do. In fact, a few of the crew members were racing cargo transport vehicles on the deck. "You have to be kidding me. I need to talk to Roman about getting another shooting range and training floor in here" Marni exclaimed before sighing. "Don't worry sir. I'm sure those installations are almost finished" Captain Robard said. An engineer rolled out from under the console. Marni didn't even know he was down there. "Nah, we still have a ways to go sir". "Oh for fucks sake!" Marni shouted. He put his hand on his chin as he sat at the console.
 
Commodore Avery Frakes

“A good haul.”Avery said to his crewman as he looked over the plunder. His leathered hands moved for a large crate, metallic, and heavy looking. They fumbled to find its opening mechanism. A large magnet around the rim. Inside sat large bottles of alcohol so potent most governments had banned it. Avery roughly grabbed a bottle, popping its lid and taking a long swig.

“Aye, sir. Outta teach them from trying to keep profit from us.” Said the crewman, a vicious smile on his face. Frakes plugged the bottle back up, stuffing it into the crate. The Commodore took off his worn leather gloves, revealing hands just as worn.
“Much trouble?”
“Sorry sir?”
“Much trouble? Handling them?”

“N-no sir. Their ship was undefended, for the most parts. The Captain made a good call, ambushing them in the planet’s rings.” Trouble had been brewing in Majorian. Avery suspected storm was brewing; especially after these latest events. He’d sent one of his younger captains to a desolate world in the Majorian system. He’d long suspected someone had been running goods on and off the planet, and this was just confirmation. Someone was stealing goods from Majorian, smuggling them to the rocky planet MS-3, and...were doing something with it.

“Their ship. Who’s was it? Were you spotted?”
“One of ours sir. A ship from the Obsidian Fleet. Designation Dragon’s Cry. I can pull up more info if you’d like.” The crewman moved over to a rusty panel on the wall, searching the ship’s data. “As for being spotted, not likely in the asteroid ring.”
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Yautja Confederacy
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The Great Pyramid of the Confederate Council
Yautja Prime, Yautja Confederacy
Yautja System

The Great Pyramid of the Confederate Council was a gigantic pyramid that is surrounded by volcanic lavas and the statue of a two Suprek Yautja, both men and women were standing in the entrance of the Confederate Council. The Yautja guards heavily defend the Confederate Council as it is one of the claimed territories of the Vy'drach Resistance in Yautja Prime, humanoids who fly and they rarely fought against the native Yautja.

All clan leaders were assembled to the Confederate Council since it was announced by the Supreme Chieftain of the Confederacy and the Adjudiscator, Shesh-Kuk who was a Suprek Yautja. As the Supreme Chieftain made his appearance to the clan leaders, the clan leaders would bow to the Supreme Chieftain. Shesh-Kuk was pleased. The Supreme Chieftain would began his speech.

[Supreme Chieftain Shesh-Kuk's speech translated from Yautja to English]

"My fellow men and women of the Confederate Council. Our great nation have entered in the new era ever since Clan Kyris' and their loyal clans were defeated three centuries ago but somehow their remnants live and opposed the United Yautja although we have been quiet for a long time now although all we do is sent Blooded individuals to hunt for extraterrestrial species for trophy. At this very moment, the Yautja will rise again! We will invade other worlds and subjugate them to the Confederacy! We are Yautja! We will prevail!"

The clan leaders would chant, "Hail the Supreme Chieftain!"



Yorik-class YCN Yuuzhan
The orbit of Tratyor, Yautja Confederacy
Yautja System

The planet of Tratyor was a former safe haven of Bad-Blood Yautja and other pirates although Tratyor City is heavily occupied by military forces. It was one of the stronghold of Clan Kyris until Shesh-Kuk's people destroyed the entirety of Clan Kyris and destroyed everything what Clan Kyris built although the Confederacy had rebuilt Tratyor. The city proper of Tratyor is heavily-defended by blooded Yautja military forces since the planet of Tratyor is populated with many Bad-Blood Yautja or criminals which they are heavily despised in Yautja society. Commander Kalas of the Yautja Elite stationed in the planet of Tratyor is given a task to get rid of Clan Kyris remnants, criminals and pirates in other
Yautja worlds who are possibly loyal to the Clan Kyris remnants.

Commander Kalas was in the cockpit of Yorik-class YCN Yuuzhan. He looked at the stars and shift his gaze towards the pilot. "When will we get to planet Zyke?" Commander Kalas asked the pilot. "It will take 1 minute to get there, Commander. Rumor has it that Zyke has many resistance cells affiliated of the Clan Kyris remnants." The pilot shake his head in a negative manner.

"Well, let's get there and get rid of those traitors." Commander Kalas replied and suddenly multiple red dots appeared on the radar. "Commander, there are unknown vessels heading towards Tratyor, hundreds of them." the commander seem puzzled and there were not a lot of people heading from Tratyor and suddenly. "Commander! Multiple vessels coming from the hyperspace!" and then one of the ships were destroyed by unknown forces which it has the insignia of Kyris remnant. "The traitors are here! All units engage and destroy their fleet once and for all!"

The Confederate fleet and the Remnant fleet would engage in the orbit of Tratyor and for the first time in 300 years, the remnants have attacked the Confederacy for revenge. This marked the first battle of this new conflict, the Kyris Rebellion. This battle would be called the "Battle of Tratyor". Meanwhile on the planet Tratyor, anti-aircraft guns were assembled and those ships who comes to the planet and doesn't know the code name will be shot on sight. I wonder what would the Supreme Chieftain's reaction at this new rebellion. For him, the remnants must be eliminated at all costs as they will be the destruction of the Yautja unity.
 
Master Corporal Morgan Kellogg, 2rd Mechatronic Infantry Division of The Colonial Army, 1st Infantry Brigade
Caerulanim V, of The Stellagemi System - 02:44

Kellogg had taken the lead in carrying out the assault against the remaining rebel forces. Their numbers were thin and their assets were limited. Their defeat was inevitable. This small rebellion of theirs hadn't even lasted 8 hours, nor had these revolutionaries been able to inflict even a scratch against the responding forces. They couldn't even score a small success at all. How pathetic.

The rest of the Master Corporal's Brick had followed his charge. The remaining fanatics had tried with all desperation to inflict even the slightest dent against the frames of their ATMWPs to no avail. The closest combatant to Kellogg received the mechanical boot before being sent through an office building. The next was made into red paste with scraps of bone. The three under Kel's command had opened a hail of concentrated fire upon those that remained. Not a single thing of these cowards should remain. Not even their own bodies.

A transport flew overheard. Pirate markings if one looked hard enough. It appeared that those that remained were trying to flee the planet. It was almost an instinct for the entirety of the Brick to turn their weapons upon the craft, riddling it with hellfire in its purest form. It should only add to the orange glows that littered the distance. Not a single thing - no matter how tiny it was - should remain of this so-called revolution.​
 

  • Atlus Royal Army
    33rd Mechanized Infantry
    Captain A.Bauduin    ​
    "We have multiple objects entering Olympus atmosphere and they're coming in fast, Ma'am." A radar operator informed the Captain. Annabelle simply looked skywards with a serene and almost bored expression.

    "Drop pods. Get the AA teams on the horn, full saturation fire. SAMs and AALS turrets approved for use." The order was immediately broadcasted to the AA teams scattered throught the training grounds. Once the order was done, Annabelle sat back and awaited the lightshow that will soon follow.

    33rd Mechanized Infantry
    Volt Squad
    Sergeant A.Ward    ​
    "Well you heard the lady, prep for anti-air combat!" Sergeant Arven Ward ordered his squad to prepare. There was a flurry of activity as soldiers rushed over to their posts, one of them hastilly stuffing a pack of cards into his coat pocket. Arven simply chuckled at the sight and hopped into his Hoplite. The Blitz unit powered up smoothly and picked up the 60mm sniper rifle before gazing skyward.

    "Here comes the snow... All units, match your fire with Able and Bolt Squad."
    "Yes sir!"

    Arven's hoplite knelt and aimed his rifle upwards at the shining specks. His finger resting on the trigger as the reticule popped up on the screen. He mentally counted the seconds before distant thuds indicated the first AA shot fired.

    "LIGHT THEM UP!" Arven cried as he pulled the trigger. Vibrations shuddered through the cockpit as the rifle sent 60mm airburst paint rounds hurtling towards the Lorrainian drop pods.


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Mr. Nebula Mr. Nebula
Nassau, Free Haven States Capital Station
Imperial Envoy Cornelius Marx​
Cornelius had been sent with a small retinue of guards (one of which was a disguised Lexius Verron) to the Haven capital. They had been let in by the guards and tensely, walked down a hallway for an audience with the leader of the Haven Free States, or a representative of his. They entered a large antechamber where a man was waiting for them (it can be your leader or a representative, you decide nebulae). Seeing as he was going to listen, he spoke up, making the case.
"Honorable representative of the Free Haven States, My name is Cornelius Marx I come to you on behalf of the great Vadian Empire with it's questions, or perhaps, concerns. Our forces in the eastern fringe of the empire, not far from your own territory, were set upon by a strange pirate force.. They were extremely well equipped for pirates and even gave our escorts some time until a warship proper was dispatched to the system. The pirate forces, at least as far as we know, have been wiped out. However, how they got this equipment, which included a strange warship made of parts seemingly fixed together from several warships and other structures, is unknown to us. This is concerning to my government, needless to say. We are not accusing the Free Haven States of arming or outfitting these pirates, however it is no secret that you have extensive connections with the criminal underworld throughout the galaxy, and if you have any information about these pirates, the Vadian Empire is willing to pay a considerable sum."
Cornelius knew how much danger he was in. He was in the heart of pirate territory, with only a small band of men to protect him. He was entirely at the pirate's mercy.
 
Chief Admiral Zachery Lodge, 32nd Fleet of The Navy
Caerulanim V, of The Stellagemi System - 06:22

The rebels were nearing defeat. They could no longer uphold their assaults any longer. Any force driving the machine that was this rebellion was now quite sparse. It's a mystery why these fanatics had not surrendered themselves to the responding forces. "Captain, sir." A man on communications hailed for the attention of his superior, most likely to share important information. "Reports coming in from planet side forces suggest that numbers of hostile forces managed to acquire support from unknown entities."

The Captain pondered for a minute. It had not been expected for the rebel forces to acquire assistance from a third party. Though there was plenty enough men on the ground to easily wipe out any such force, it would still be a waste of money to not employ the androids recently purchased for such on occasion.

"Seaman Specialist. Hail the Wehr Industries Capital Ship and confirm the order to deploy their reserve forces." A little assistance from another force wouldn't do much harm. Besides, they can soak up all of the rebel aumminution.

Panzer Panzer​
 
Deployment Accepted, Launching...
1St Co- Unit -224336.

[Personality loaded-]...
Executing...

The air was thick with tention and dead with silence. No one-including I- Dared to move an inch from our position. The feeling we felt... I wish we hadn't had the personality installed into us. Why the hell would Combat Drones need personality?
The thought in my mind just made the situation even worse. I felt the need to just... Go on a rampage. I wanted to escape- maybe I could have been a Pioneer- or maybe even an Officer, but I was stuck with being a Grenadier; meat for the grinder.

The cabin suddenly shook and shuttered, and the hum of engines grew louder. Then, the cabin became pitch -black. We had launched from the ship. I felt my heart (I think its a heart. I have heard humans use that to describe the empty feeling...) Sink to my ... stomache. This was just a metaphor, but It felt real.

The cabin then began to glow red, allowing my sensors to barely see the droid across from me. He seemed un-shaken with a slightly cross look in his eye.

" He must be a veteren" I thought, watching his every move. He held his rifle in his lap with a loose grip and he figdetted with the ammo clip under it. He didnt really seem tense, almost calm or relaxed. I was stuck in a daze, wondering if I could learn this type of calming power.

My daze was interrupted by a sudden shout. The other bots stood up in unity. and ended up knocking my head against the ceiling of the cabin. I recoiled back from the collision for a moment. The Veteren by my side watched with a disappointed glare, shaking his head negatively upon my preformance.
I never thought things could get worse than this...
 
Sergeant Officer Stephen Macklemore, 3rd Mechanised Infatry Division of The Colonial Army, 8th Armoured Infantry Brigade
Caerulanim V, of The Stellagemi System - 07:11

The scene had been polluted by the debris of fallen sky liners and decorated with a dozen or so corpses. Some appeared to be of civilian backgrounds, though a majority of these bodies were previously affiliated with the planetary resistance. And at the centre of this scene would be Macklemore. His platoon had finished up with a dispatch of rebels that remained within their local region, unable to withdraw to the transports that had simply abandoned them to their demise.

Messages were relayed across their local communications frequencies. Orders stated that remaining forces were to withdraw back to the established field headquarters in preparation to remove the threat posed by the rebel forces once and for all. Apparently some extra backup was to be donated by the local Wehr Industries capital ship located just above the planet. Though some would see it an unnecessary addition of resources, the extra hands could speed up the process of wiping out the resistance.​
 
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Olympus Joint Training
LNS Stafford
Battleship
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Aboard the Stafford, Admiral Emrys watched as the drop pods pounded into the atmosphere by the hundreds. The presumed AA fire would surely cause hell for the landing. Emrys observed the tactical map of the atmosphere. As of now, the training was going smoothly. The drop pods would land and the marines ushered out, storming to their objectives. Still, as Emrys observed the map, he noticed a ship flying into the sector. Something was in flight and it sure as hell wasn't a drop pod. Perhaps it was one of Atlus' tactics though this was unheard of. Why would they send in something to take out drop pods whilst AA fire dotted the area?

Emrys left the thought thinking it was a new tactic they were trying out. Four the first fleet, the ships were seemingly useless in the joint operation. Perhaps a round of orbital fire could soften up the Anti-Aircraft areas. The drop zones selected were clear enough. Sure their ma be a few friendly fire instances although the troops would likely be nowhere near the Anti-Aircraft batteries at the time of landing.

"Tactical Officer, prepare an orbital strike on their Anti-Aircraft batteries. Use dummy rounds as usual in training, no accidents. We need to secure the landing for future drop pods" Emrys stated.

"Yes sir, although friendly fire may occur now..." the Tactical officer replied.

"A willing sacrifice for the greater good I assume" Emery's expression made it clear he thought it out. He wasn't the grand admiral for nothing.

A few radio calls later and a rather fat engineer and soon enough the ships were getting in position to fire. The cannons were getting fixed. Any moment now. Just one reload and a button away before the damned AA guns were taken out in the training.

104th Attack Battalion
3rd Marine Division | Second Infantry
Petr Orkus
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The drop pod managed to land without getting hit. It was more than could be said of some others. Not a single spec of paint hit their pod. Others had huge sploshes or other identifying marks that they've been hit, mainly the fact that the occupants were unable to move. The squad of five troopers managed to get out of the pod and into the cover of the dirt. They had a machine gunner team of two, one officer, and two riflemen. Petr was the rifleman. Small arms fire dotted their position. The machine gun needed to be set up if they wanted more soldiers reaching the front line unscathed.

104th Attack Battalion
5th Marine Division | 10th Infantry
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The 5th marine division wasn't so lucky. First, many of their pods were immediately hit. The few that managed to touch the ground were way to close. Many of their soldiers were stunned. Regardless, they were alive at least and this was training. Their commander tactical officer wold be pissed for sure however. The infantry that were shot would be stunned for around ten minutes however. Movement would gradually be regained but until then, they'd be sitting ducks.

Chancellor's council
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Caeruleum V was still being discussed in the office. The third fleet could be sent but it seemed pointless. Open war with the Pan-Colonials would be costly and the people surely would not approve of an unjustified war. Perhaps Atlus could aid them. Dominic toyed with the thought. Caeruleum V was an excellent resource planet with plenty of people and industry on it. Natural resources would be useful as well. But the people still hated the Pan-Colonials. Perhaps if the cards were played correctly, open war would benefit them. That only left the trouble of the Empire.

In the grand scheme of things, the Republic versus the Empire seemed the stuff of fictional shows or works. in reality, it would be a bloody struggle to secure victory. Lorranian ships were of course the most advanced in the galaxy. A war of attrition could work with blockades but it would be costly. Perhaps it would be better discussed with the Atlusians. They needed certainty that the Atlusians would join them should they aid the revolutionaries.
 
- Unit Deployment 1340-​
After what seemed like a year of torture within the small cabin, things seemed to become more and more hectic as time slowly trucked along. many other droids have already forgotten about me, and faced their officer with a mix of emotions. many held the same cross face aa the next, smirking from the excitement. Others held their rifles close- either crying or shaking from their poor frightening thoughts. most were scared of their human commanders. Veterens- Often few and spread thin in the ranks- Will occasionally tell shockingly horrific stories about the battles that they have been through. They also tell tales of the Human commanders. The veterens seem to HATE them. One told me of a crazy conspiracy. Something along the lines of "The humans purposely dispose of us by using us as Bullet Sponges. They would then take the credit for the victory of the battle- or blame "Faulty bots" when they lose." . I didnt beleive him, but I am starting to question my own ignorance.

I couldnt do anything about it either. We are trained from production, fed info about these advanced species. Their adaptability and quick thinking would always save the day. We felt invincible. With humans at the helm, and metal as the backbone- we could never lose. We were in for a surprise...

- Flak in the area- Achtung! Flakcanon in ze area! Combat speeds INIT engaged.

The cabin shook and shuttered, jolting suddenly from the loud explosion that knocked against it. Some of the shrapnel landed within the cabin, hitting the seargent all over. It was something of a horror film. His arm was completely cut off and his chest was impaled with the bent metal from the door. He landed on the bench that lay behind him, crumpling in on himself as if he had been gutted. Everyone else looked on in horror. In my confusion, I peeked out throught the small hole in the blast door and watched something heartrenching. I was right, it was flak.

The gray sky contrasted with the green/grayish drop ships . The ships themselves dipped and tilted slightly as they struggled to regain their balance. The one next to us suddenly lit up from a flash of light and smoke. The smoke engulfed it for a moment. When the smoke cleared , the drop ship was in flames. Fire escaped from every crack of the ship. soon, it began to veer towards our ship. I was stunned, rendered immobile from the sight as It drew closer and closer. I could faintly hear the screams of the unfortunate Pioneer platoon over the shriek of the burning metal. This was the end...
 
Captain Marcus Wolffe, A Squadron of Division 1. STC, Air Troop
Caerulanim V, of The Stellagemi System - 07:42

The enemy had suspected nothing. Completely oblivious to what was about to come. To what was about to strike. Their ignorance provided an excellent advantage.

The Captain was flanked by 15 subordinates. Each bore the infamous Zweihander and Spartan Helmet upon the right gardbrace. Clearly operatives of the Special Tactics Command, if one couldn't already tell by the lack of nameplates attached to their breastplates. These special lot had been sent in to remove the AA threat to make the ride down a lot smoother for Wehr Industies' combat units.

The Troop had already been deployed. And they were already surrounding the target. All that was needed now was for the Captain to give the word.

When he did, the enemy could barely respond. They were hit where they were weakest and decimated where they were strongest. They did not expect an attack so swiftly and so well co-ordinated. It was their undoing in the end. They had put up so little resistance. The Captain did not even switch out his magazine. It all seemed too easy.

The Air Troops of Squadrons B, C and D had each reported the same success. The plan was a success in every way. And soon passage planet side for Whiskey India forces would actually be possible.

Panzer Panzer
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Wehr Reports:​
1 Platoon Pioneers KIA
1/2 Grenadier Squad KIA/MIA
The deployment has been stalled.
We are sorry for this inconvenience!
-Wehr CAS reports.

ERROR: DROP OFF COURSE!
UNKNOWN LOCATION:

Drop groups A-G had the same failure. Despite the efforts of Div-1's strike, the Wehr industry drop ships were hit too hard. They landed in balls of smoke and ash, paving the ground beneath them in debris.

Luckily- the wehr were not done fighting...

Firefights became even more disorganized and brutal as time passed on. Many of the wehr bots did not survive the landings, but the few that did were now stuck behind enemy lines- miles away from their target. They did what they had to do- after all, it was written within their programming.

Reports over the comms were panicked. Many of them were
"1-2- Where the HELL is the Pioneer Platoon?!"*End* "Radioman-s hit! Machinengewerfer- uhhh... second Floor! Requesting *Pant* Requestion Support! We're FUCKED!" *End* "Recon-platoon Reporting sir- We are in need of *shaking**inaudible shouting and shooting* Shit! Fuckers shot me! *Return Fire*" *End*
"GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"
over the impacts of bullets and artillery that had been shelling them for a long time...

Close quarters combat soon rang out in the ruins as the Wehr attempted to make it through the defenses. Both teams fought savagely , often thumbing out eyes or sensors, biting, kicking, and bashing took place. Bit by bit, the Wehr units seemed to be pushing back the insurgents, which seemed impressive for such a disorganized assault. Yet, the casualties began to pour in...and the bill got much...much higher.

(Brain dead atm...writing block after a long day)
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Aviation Sergeant Nigel Wiseman, 1st Aerospace Force of The Aerospace Corps, 3rd Wing
Caerulanim V of The Stellagemi System - 07:52

2 klicks. 2 klicks, those bots had fallen behind enemy lines. 2 klicks of potential defences that could gun down Wiseman's UPTS-8C - along with another of the same vessel that flew by his left flank, but of the MEDEVAC variant instead - at any second at any time.

It had been at least 7 minutes after the Element had been dispatched to retrieve Whiskey India's assets to regroup for a final push on the enemy line. 7 minutes of tense, unceasing paranoi in its purest form. Every time a burrow was flown near, Wiseman could swear he could see the enemy entrenched and ready to knock them out of the sky. If the enemy were to reveal themselves, the Door Gunners better do the work and they better do it quickly.

But then Wiseman could see them come into frame. And by them he was thinking about Whiskey India. Perhaps luck was favouring him this day, after all.

The problem though was that they launched an uncoordinated assault on enemy lines, rather than digging in and awaiting support. The rebels were already pissed off. They didn't need anyone else prodding them with a stick just yet. Looks like luck was trying to be an absolute bitch to Wiseman today.

In a matter of seconds the UPTS-8C was manoeuvred into a position where the Door Gunners could do their magic. The total of 4 heavy machine guns tore right through the enemy in mere moments. Bodies were being reduced to gibs at this rate. And by now the LZ was clear enough for a quick withdrawal of Whiskey India's troops.

The UPTS made contact with the ground. The compartment doors shifted open and welcomed anyone nearby to come and take a seat. Hopefully Whiskey India would hurry their metallic arses before the rebels could launch yet another artillery barrage.

Panzer Panzer​
 
Retreat In Progress
The crunch of bones and muffled screams became faint as the engines roared overhead. I knew that sound- as much as I knew myself. It was a sound that I longed for ever since we "Landed" on this hellhole.

I turned to the sky, watching the UPTS-8C door gunner as they slowed down. The looked to be opening fire shortly. I felt chills down my spine, watching the barrel shift over towards our position.my knees turned weak and shook, as seconds seemed like hours.

They opened fire- tearing up the remaining insurgent forces in the area. It was a beautiful sight. The guns, the transport, and the time meant only one thing to me: We're saved!

Reports
The operation was grim, and the casualties were extreme. The Wehr -India Whiskey - front was brief battle, yet the damage caused to the insurgent stronghold seemed beyond repair. The main forces were diminished greatly on both sides- but the droids were disposable.

The Wehr may not have won the day, but their efforts have caused great damage to their already un-replenishable forces.

The droids seemed excited to be saved, as they dropped anything that they had been doing and made a mad dash to survival. They boarded quickly, being few in numbers and rushed from the fight. Many of them had a sad or horrified expression, covered in ash or mixes or liquids that both humans or robots contain.

The Bill
The droids services have already been paid for, but extra costs may be put into place due to casualties. Please resend request and we may send the bill accordingly!

-Thanks for shopping at Wehr industries, we hope to see you again!​
Axel The Englishman Axel The Englishman
 
GKES homeworld, Emperors briefing room.
Commotion, that's all that was to be heard behind the giant metallic doors, strong enough to resist even galactic firepower, light enough for even that of a simple animal to open, that's how the emperor liked his palace done. As he walked in the guards on either side became stiff, almost unraj like, acting as a single unit, again, how the emperor liked it. As he walked in, the others around his immediately got quite, two of them dressed in a fancy atire, royal robes, but with chestplate displaying a large, holographic, board of types, many lines of symbols running across (basically their way of showing off medals), but most were planetary embassadors, sent from the ministers of different worlds, thouht some were also generals, which was a bit odd. As he sat down and signaled for them to begin, the embassadors started first, bringing in reports from their respective ministers, then as they were released the lower of the generals, from one of the resource planets spoke, "high and mighty emperor, iv come with a report around the recent uprising of 3 major human resource factories on planet 27" The emperor then spoke, his voice stern and loud, "And what of the little revolt, general, was it not taken care of as my reports have told me?" "Yes emperor, we have successfully taken care of it, but the gas wasn't enough, the humans were able to make it to the staff armory; they were armed with the firearms they could use, which were the small ones seeing as the rifles proved too heavy for most, but they got their hands on the multitask face protectors, so we had to use actual firepower...needless to say, the casualties were high, and we aren't to have it running to full capacity untill a caculated year has passed" "This wasn't the news I was expecting, I gave the leading commander a specific order and he wasn't compantent enough to fulfill his duties" "Yes emperor, he knows, and he sends his humblest apologies, and begs for forgiveness" "I don't want him begging right now, I want him fixing it, tell him to put more funding into his medical staff, and to have the security systems impressive to me in 7 months, I'll have to pay for more of those to account, now leave" "y-yes emperor" the general said, contacting his commander the news almost instantly, and leaving quickly, going through the teleporter which would have him instantly back to his transport. As himself and two other generals sat, he waved his hands and all of his guards immediately left, closing the doors, he waited for the autolock to click, then spoke, "so, first, the report on SW-6, then on everything else" "yes emperor" the higher ranking general spoke, "SW-6 was, again, able to break it's record time of production. The bomb itself was also more destructive, and both were well protected and hidden under radar, so neither will be discovered by enemies. The problem could arise in the actual explosion, as it's size was to be much smaller, our enemies could have detected the explosion, though SW-6 is already back in its storage zone, anyone who could have detected the explosion of the planet might decide to investigate, which means we will need a new testing zone. Though going through our space is the quickest way of getting to the planet located in nospace (a term used by the Raj as space not inhabited by much life, having been under any faction space, or has few to no pirate bases or groups there), they could decide to take a long way around." "Well, we aren't letting them though our space, so they will have to take the long way around, and we can find another location, so no need to worry" the emperor said, a stern look in his eyes "and about the fleet?" "Yes, the fleet was not only able to break it's flight and overall performance record, but was able to break their records in record time" "very good, I must say you have outdone yourselfs, a good sign of your usefulness to the empire, but a personal thank you from me, have a safe trip back" the emperor said, standing up and shaking their hands, before they warped to their own transport, and we're gone.
 
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