The Search., (( Time to meetz peoplez. ))

As the tactical data was received, the entire fleet went to work. Engineers ran though the huge Railgun turrets, double checking system as the humming of the capacitors became almost deafening. Missile bays were already loaded, the thousands of automated point-defence turrets already hitting enemy fighters as they tried to get close. Soon the position of the fleet was obvious, almost a half-sphere, it was a simple tactic that trapped the enemy and showered them from almost every direction

On the bridge of the head Assualt Frigate, the YSN Kom’rk, Captain Joud sat in the command chair, listening to the officers report in. "This is your captain speaking, for the Greater Good, we are to take no prisoners, and all ships marked as an enemy are to be turned into scrap metal. These pirates are obviously against the unity of the universe and the Thinking Mind, for the Greater Good. Fire at will." He spoke into the fleet-wide intercom.

As these words were spoken, capacitors were discharged, and a hail of metal rods going almost the speed of light flew into the enemy fleet with high-accuracy. Missile bays shuttered as their guided rockets flew out of the silos. Multishot Coilguns rattled in their sockets as they fired hundreds of rounds at the enemy ships and fighters, swarming in Claw formation to maximize firepower on single targets.

-Captain Eoval-
The interceptor shuttered violently as a few shots hit it across the back. "Unlucky today." He said to himself, then suddenly the engine started to fail. "VERY unlucky today." He repeated, and tried to pull his craft into the open solarian hanger. It hit the deck hard, sending up sparks and a horrible screeching noise as it skidded to a halt. The cockpit automaticly opened, and Eoval sat in the seat for a seccond, one arm fumbling for his Light-Assualt rifle.

ooc: Your good at Rping.

----- Ground, Air, 15 Minutes into the battle. ----------

"Beta wing is down, repeat beta wing is down!"

"This is omnicron wing, we have taken out the alien interceptor, but it looks like he was able to survive the crash landing into the hangar."

"Damn! Alpha wing to ground forces, begin the attack!"

The battle in the air was going rather neutrally. The 20 Alliance AS Fighters had been reduced to 14, while the 28 Rebel AS Fighters had been reduced to 19. 7 of the Rebel AS Fighters had broken off to take out the gunships that were heading towards the Artillery, mainly because they thought that the Anti-Air Tanks couldn't handle the firepower of the Gunships. The only real chance they would have against them is when they are hovering. 4 Alliance AS fighters broke off as well, to persue the fighters.

Alpha one just barely dodged a proton torpedo that was sent his way, he adjusted his seating as he spun into a dive, quickly approaching an alliance fighter. With a quick squeeze of the trigger he took down the fighter with a couple bursts from his pulse phasers. Pulling out of the dive, he quickly got another fighter into his sites. Unfortunately for him, that proton torpedo decided to come back and bite his engines in the ass.

"Alpha one is down!"

------------- On ground, Control Tower, 20 minutes into battle --------------

The Draft Soldiers marched up to the front gates. the guards at the towers held their guns angled at the troops.

"state your intentions!" the gate guard said.

"Our intention is to keep our race pure!"

2 loud bangs were heard in the distance, a couple seconds later the towers blew into microscopic bits from a lobbed Proton Shell*. The gate fell as debris came crashing down on it, crushing it in an instant.

The Control Tower was more than high enough to see everything that was taking place. One of the Rebel fighters had just come crashing into one of the empty supply hangars. That made 11 Down, only 17 more to go, and 7 of them weren't even in visual range. The Administrator had gone down into the hangar in which that alien vessel had crashed, and reports were already coming in about an alien swivelling his gun around and speaking a strange language. The security guards were already trying to understand his language but weren't making much success, and the Administrator had ordered 5 of the Elite Soldiers to meet up at the hangar to try and communicate.

The soldiers that were in the barracks were rushing out with guns bared. 2 of them threw grenades into the growing crowd of enemy troops, and they detonated mere seconds later, killing 12 Rebel Draft Soldiers. They got into position and waited until the enemy got into optimal firing range*.

---------- on ground, in city, 30 minutes into battle -----------------

the gunships were dropping off the rest of the Elite Soldiers. One had already been hit by a Torpedo from the A-A tanks. The Artillery had already fired, and were probably recalibrating to a different target. the troops shuddered as they heard the artillery fire off another round, this time aimed at them. The shells flew a little too high, and wrecked on of the office buildings within the city. The gunships lifted off as their sensors picked up incoming enemy fighters.

The troops began their march on the enemy artillery posistion, which was amazingly in only one place.

---------------- In space, 40 minutes into battle ---------------

The battleship shuddered as the Defense Cruisers fired all their might at the battleship. The shields were beginning to fail and some of the subsystems were still off-line from the bomber attacks. Inyar Fikel saw only one option. "Fall back, get us out of this battle. We need to enact repairs and resupply."

"Sir, getting new contacts on sensors! Its the destroyers! all three of them!"

"Well its about damn time!"

The destroyers opened up with all of their torpedoes, obliterating another one of the Carrier frigates and cutting off even more supplies for the enemy fighters. Already the Alien fleet had taken out around 14 bombers and 23 Heavy Fighters, while in comparison the Alliance fleet had lost 12 Bombers and 15 Heavy Fighters. That made 2 Carrier Frigates down and 19 bombers and 29 Fighters eliminated from the enemy statistics.

The battle raged on for what seemed like a century to Fikel. It was about 60 minutes into the battle until the final Carrier Frigate was taken down by the destroyers. Luckily the destroyers had come up on the rear, where the carriers had been placed to keep them out of the battle.

The battleship sped away and out of the battlefield as its shields finally gave out. a couple of the ships energy capacitors exploded on the ship, causing moderate damage to internal systems. unfortunately that wasn't the only bad part. The 5 remaining enemy bombers were closing in on the battleship.

Fikel looked at the sensors then jumped to the communications console, his officer had died when a nearby console overloaded. It was sad, the kids resume actually had promise, and the only talk that fikel had with him was over polishing his boots. He would have to send a letter of apology to his family. But right now there wasn't place for such thoughts or feelings. He quickly began tapping in a short message to the Alien Fleet.

Fikel ran back to his command chair as he ordered more energy to the Pulse Phasers. "Lets hope they answer with a 'yes'"


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*- Proton Shells are like unguided Proton Torpedoes with a bigger punch.
*2- Pulse Phaser Rifles have an optimum kill range of 2-20 Yards. at 1 yards there is enough energy discharged and not enough time for some of the energy to fade to disintegrate the body, or at least severly burn it beyond visual recognition. I will be adding in weaponry to my database probably tomorrow.

-Space Battle-
"Captain, we have received a plea for help from the largest allied ship." Reported the Comm.Officer as he switched on a tactical screen for the captain.
"I see, send a support frigate and 10 interceptors. We don't want to take away too much of our own forces." Captain Joud replied.

The fighters sped down to the damaged battleship, catching up to the slower bombers. Flying in a Claw Formation, they targeted them one at a time, hammering them from many angles from behind. The support frigate pulled up close to the battleship, and used it's Point-Defence systems to hit the other bombers.

-Captian Eoval-
When he realised that they couldn't understand him, he scratched his head, thinking. Wait a seccond... he thought to himself as he saw the radio-like device one of the Elites had. He looked back inside his craft, and saw the communicator was intact. He climbed back in, and configured it to use binary with much help from the manual. He messaged short range near him on several frequences, "Greetings, I am Captain Eoval of the Y'ghatai Empire. I cannot understand your language. I need a ship or some way to get back to my fleet above."


ooc: Sorry, braindead

---------- In space, 1 hour 20 minutes into the battle. -----------

The Battleship was finally out of the battle, the bombers harassing it destroyed. Repairs were being enacted all over the ship. Fikel was sitting in the command chair, listening to the comm chatter. It was a wreck, there were multiple other battles ravaging the fleets, and land battles were obliterating civilian buildings. Tens of thousands of people were dying by the minute, and all for what? "Keeping the original from pure?" This was not a good day.

The destroyers had been hard at work and had already slimmed the main enemy fleet. the 2 defence cruisers had been destroyed, they had managed to ram them into eachother. The enemy fleets were in as much chaos as we were, the two ships didn't even see it coming in time to cut their engines and order reverse thrust. The assault cruiser had been decimated by the alien vessels, along with its fighters and bombers. There was now only 1 assault frigate left, the other 2 obliterated in the shockwave from the Alliance destroyer, which self destructed its power core. There was now only the 6 Escort Corvettes, which had been ignored during the battle. But the battle on the battleship was far from over.

The corvettes sprung at an opportunistic time, making a tactical Energy Jump* to the battleship. 2 of them overshot and one of them came out of the jump too soon. the other three calculated correctly and managed to break into the docking bay and land troops onto the battleship. now the battle had begun on another front.

------------ in air, near control tower -----------------

"Beta 3 to Beta 4 and 5, Omnicron 6, and Alpha 2 and 5, and Delta 1. All wings, retreat. We won't be winning any battles in this airspace today. pack up and head home."

"Beta 4, acknoledged."

"Beta 5, understood."

"Omnicron 6, roger."

And so they went through the process of making a fighting retreat. This air conflict was over, the skies over the control tower and its docking bays clear.

---------- control tower ---------------

the radio on the Elite Soldier finally picked up the signal and transmitted it into the races garble. the Soldier took out the communicator and relayed back a different message as quickly as he could with nearby help.

"Please keep talking, we will be able to assimilate your speech momentarily."

(( other than this, I am braindead. ))

-Space-
"Sir, all hostile targets are gone, but an alien ship is calling for help. A boarding party sir." Reported the communication officer.
"We don't have any ground forces, this fleet is for exploration, not war. The only way we could help them is to shoot their ship and hope we hit the right guys." Replied Captain Joud. The comm. officer shrugged and relayed the message to the alien vessel.

-Ground-
Captail Eoval read the message. Assimulate...what do they mean by THAT? he thought to himself as he spoke into the radio again, "Ok then, but keep your hands away from your weapons, your people haven't been too friendly." He quickly checked his rifle, glad to see that it had not been damaged in the crash.


(Sorry: braindead)

-in space, on battleship-

The message had been recieved and they had begun relaying targeting solutions to the vessels, giving them locations that had already been evacuated and that the enemy had taken over. The insides of the ship were in chaos that was going to last for a long time. 2 Frigates had been reassigned to the Battleship, and had already cleared the docking bay of the Corvettes that were blocking their docking rings. They had already unloaded their troops and the battle against the enemy was now on two fronts.

The bridge was a different matter. it was about to be taken over, and they had just relayed the final targeting solution. The enemy soldiers burst through the blast doors, and Fikel unloaded his Pulse Phaser Pistol on the three that entered first. He took cover as they threw a Photon Grenade in his general direction. They killed 2 of the security guards and his Right Hand in the blast, but Fikel escaped with only a few bruises from impacting on the sensors console. The sensors officer finally got his PPP (Pulse Phaser Pistol) out of his holdster, and immediately fired it off. He killed 2 men as they brought their weapons to bear, one of them falling and firing wildly in all directions as he died. It was now a firefight between the 4 other bridge crew that remained, and the 5 rebel troops that were vying for power over the battleships main control functions.

- On ground, control tower -

The soldier began conversing with the man, and as time went on he became better and better at speaking their language. eventually he cleared his throat and said, "Well, I think the battles are coming to an end. If you are suprised that I can speak your language, don't be. Everything will be explained to you by my superiors."

Meanwhile at the gates, the soldiers hadn't even begun to push their way through when the battle ended. it took less than 30 minutes for the automated defense systems to start up and open fire on the crowd of troops, and they were all killed in a few minutes. This battle had also ended.

-On ground, in city-

The troops stood around and planted the final bombs. one was spitting on the body of one of the rebels as he walked away. they got a safe distance out and one of them was about to push the detonator, when one of them said, "Hey, why don't we do a countdown?"

"We don't have time for that, you moron!" One of the other elites yelled at him, slapping him over the head.

"Oh come on! It can be a three second countdown!"

"Fine, 3, 2, 1. Boom!" And with that he pressed the detonator, and with a loud bang and a lot of fire the enemy Artillery and Anti-Air had been eliminated.

The battle on the ground had finally ended, with the last enemy fighter being shot down over the water, and the gunships moved in to pick up the elites.

-space-
"Sir, we have the areas targeted. Railguns at 2/3 power, permission to fire on allied vessle?" An officer reported.
"Granted, Its the only way we can help." replied Captain Joud. With his order, the overrun-sections of the battleship were hammered with metal slugs going almost-the-speed-of-light. Enemy troops were exposed to the vacuume, and the huge metal plates crumpled ontop of them. "CEASE FIRE!" Yelled the captain, "Now move in close and rake the infected areas with the point-defence system!"
"As you command, sir." Replied the gunnery-officer as he hit a few switches.

-Ground-
Captain Eoval blinked, By the Texts...these creatures learn fast. he thought to himself. He lowered his rifle and nodded, "Well, we've made some progress. I am High-Captain Eoval of the Y'ghatai 1st Exploration Fleet. I am also a temporary ambassator, so I might as well meet your leader."

-in space, on battleship-

The firefight was coming to an end, as the ship shaked and crumpled from the 'aid' that the alien vessels were giving. Fikel was lucky enough to not fall, and was able to kill 2 of the rebel soldiers. they got back up and returned fire, another one falling in battle as he took a hit to the head from the weapons console officer. the sensors officer, in all his bravery, was the next to go, taking multiple hits to the chest. luckily his death was not in vain, as the rebels had to remove themselves from cover to gain the angle to kill him, and they were quickly felled by the weapons officer, communications officer, and fikel, who was firing wildly in their direction. the battle ended, and Fikel stood to observe the scene.

Everything was deathly quiet, just as it was meant to be in the blackness of space.

-on ground, in High Council Waiting Room-

They had arrived quickly by Gunship, and were already sitting down in the High Council Waiting Room, where normally one would be waiting to gain an audience with the High Council. today, it seemed, that this meeting would be taking place in the waiting room, rather than in the Council Hall.

The elite soldier was chatting pleasantly with the alien being, gaining as much information on his knowledge as possible. he knew that he shouldn't have been doing it, but he was basically the first person to speak with the alien in his own language. surely there would be a promotion for this.

The doors to the council room opened, and the Hight Council members exited from the room to greet the strange alien ambassador. 3 of the 8 that exited were in their draconic form, which would probably further confuse the poor alien. before any of them talked to the alien, they first talked with the Elite Soldier, listening to his speech in both languages. it took them about 20 minutes before they too had assimilated the talk of Eoval, and began talking to him in his own language as well.

"We are 8 of the members of the high council, 8 of 9. the missing one is our leader, who is currently away on a learning mission. We will answer all questions that you pose to us."

Eoval stood there, amazed by these creature's ability to learn. "Well, first of all, why the heck were we attacked by ships that look exactly like yours?" He asked, a bit irritated that the first civilisation they had found was far from the Greater Good.


ooc: Sorry for the short post.

The first one to answer was in his draconic form.

"Hmm... well, we will try to answer that to the best of my ability."

The next one was in his human form.

"Those were rebels. trying to keep the purity of our true form. They do not understand that if we are to survive in the galaxy we must bring in all forms to our being."

The next was an elderly looking human.

"These rebels were quickly exterminated, as you can see. something like this will not happen again."

And the final to talk was another Draconic.

"And of course, some of the rebels have been kept for interrogation. if you wish to view it later, you may."