Starfall (IC thread)

[Ironwatsas]

(OOC) I'll assume that y'all having come this far, you'll have seen the OOC thread, so I'll get things started here and now.

The OOC thread is located here

http://forums.relicnews.com/showthread.php?t=143882&page=1&pp=15

Now, on to the BoardWar.

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(IC) From the sky, the eastern German countryside seemed serene. It was a reasonably good day, a few clouds dotting the sky, the sun shining down brightly on the matte-gray scheme of Maj Michael Odgen's F-15C Eagle, as he soared alongside his temporary flight lead, Col Kevin 'Vinnie' Maddox.

Any longer then a week before, Michael would have never dreamed that a race from another world would come to threated his very home. While most of the mainland US was secure (Parts of Alaska and northern Canada had experianced attacks), he still feared for his family back in Eugene, Oregon. However, now all Michael's thoughts were on the task at hand.

"So, mike, ya ever seen one of these Aliens up close?" Kevin asked over the radio.

"Yeah, I've gone up against them before. They're not so tough, 'couple of Sidewinders and they're burnt to a crisp." Michael responded.

"Naw, I meant up close and personal."

"No, I've seen pictures though. They're like Squids with legs, wonder what they look like up close?"

"Like green fried eggs nailed with a shotgun." Keven Commented.

At that point, the two reached their Egress point and turned back toward their airstrip. Staying a comfortable 4000ft above the surface, there was very little obvious indication of the maelstrom that was taking place, until the AWACS dispatch spoke up.

"Kilo 1-1, Zeus, pop-up group bearing 030 for 084, Angels low, hot."

By now, the six incoming bogies had appeared on the two F-15s radar.

"Mike, 6 Hedgehogs, 7 o'clock low. They'll be on our asses in a minuite, activate ECM."

"Two, Music on." Michael said as he activated his ECM equipment.

The two F-15s banked around to face the oncoming alien fightercraft, nicknamed 'Hedgehogs' for their array of ten long, thin wings (Four vertical on the top, six horizontal) which each pivoted indapendantly, providing lift and control and their cockpit and fusalage were reminicant of the body of an actual hedgehog. They were designed as long range spaceflight capable interceptors, attacking targets at long ranges with Hypervelocity missiles, however they were not designed for dogfights in atmosphere, and are generally considered cannon fodder when faced with current genoration Human aircraft. Nonetheless, they were coming, and had the two F-15s outnumbered.

"Kilo 1, Engaged Defensive." Kevin announced as the Alien craft began trying to envelop the two F-15s.

"Kilo 1, Fox 3." Keven announced as he fired an AIM-9 Sidewinder into the nearest Hedgehog, which exploded into a brilliant fireball.

"Splash one."

Michael was slightly behind and below Kevin and waited until his lead was clear before firing his own AIM-9 into the next oncoming Alien fighter, blowing it's left stabilizer fins off and sending the Alien craft plummeting into a Hay field.

By this point, the remaining Alien ships had begun firing their Autocannons at the F-15s, which were now pulling High-G turns to outmanuver the less nimble Hedgehogs.

"Kilo 1-1, Merged." the AWACS announced as it began vectoring nearby patrols into the area.

"Mike, get these guys offa' me." Keven yelled as he tried to avoid the three Hedgehogs that were now flanking him. Michael turned and managed to 'saddle up' behind one of the Hedgehogs, while his plane's 20mm Vulcan Gun tore the Alien craft apart.

Michael then put his plane into a steep climb, to avoid the Hedgehog now on his tail. While the Hedgehogs were generally very fast, they fared poorly in a vertical climb. Before too long, the Hedgehog stalled and dove, before Kevin shot it to pieces. Just then, Michael was nearly blindsided by three large Alien craft coming out of a nearby cloudbank. The craft was nearly as long as a 747 and had a skeletal frame with ground vehicles suspended beneath.

"Kevin, got three dropships inbound, suggest?" Mike asked as he manuvered behind the alien vessel.

"BINGO FUEL." His cockpit information recorder announced, making his options abundantly clear.

"Mike, we're done here. We'll have to let the ground pounders do this one. Vector for home." Kevin replied. With low fuel and ammo and Alien backup likely incoming, the two fighters were forced to retreat. They would fight again another day.

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OOC: sorry for the half assed starting post, it'll get better.

[Hiroshi_Tea]

Al Jouf lies on the border between Saudi Arabia and Iraq. It’s a little scratch of cement in a desolate wasteland that had fielded many airplanes for two Iraqi Campaigns. No doubt it’s position is vital to the stability of the Middle East. And Lucky O’Brien was fielded in that exact spot.

“Buick, you are cleared for takeoff”

“rodger doger. All systems, check.” O’Brien pushed the throttle to its fullest as the engines began whining for more fuel. The aircraft began lifting up slowly. “Off the Ground,” he reported to the control tower. The F-35 accelerated upwards as the afterburner kicked on. With the pressing of several buttons, the thrust vectors on the engines rotated and locked into their horizontal fight configuration. “This is Buick reporting, conventional flight systems are go.”

O’Brien hated the flight initiation sequence, but it was needed. Like the Harrier, the F-35B was just as fickle and dangerous. One malfunction would have cause the plane to nosedive into the ground as it lifted off.

But it didn’t.

“Buick, this is Big Brother,” the AWACS radar officer reported in. “Do you read me?”

“This is Buick, i hear you loud and clear”

“Contacted several bandits north of Al Jouf around way point 5. I count 3 of them”

“Affirmative. Heading towards way point 5.” O’Brien forwarded the points in his GPS navigator to 5 and corrected his vector. "it looks like this day will be fun after all."

[Raver]

Yuri took another swig from the vodka bottle resting in his lap. His eyes squinting as the sun rose and the light hit his eyes. He climbed out of the sagging armchair and walked down the stairs of the front porch. He staggered drunkenly which stretching his arms and back then turned back around to view the house.

It was an old place with the windows smashed or boarded up and the snow still glistened on the roof. He could see his breath come out of his mouth in puffs and decided it was best to take another swig of vodka. Slowly he staggered back up the stairs and walked inside. Resting in what was the living room and kitchen, 10 pilots, Men & Women slept. The pilots to the 10 Hind helicopters which were covered and hidden in the forest a few minutes walk from the house.

They had holed up here for the night after loosing three quarters of their squadron and now Yuri was in charge and celebrated this, and the loss of his longest and best friend at the hand of the Hsai'n, with a bottle of Vodka.

Over the snoring, Yuri heard a radio crackle, which stirred the rest of the occupants of the room. "This is border patrol Ar-9, to any Russian forces, we are under attack, rendezvous at coordinates 6.6-.7.6." Yuri shook his head to clear his vision, "Thats us boys and girls, get ready. We're heading out."

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Half an hour later, five Hind's were roaring over the countryside towards a large plume of black smoke on the horizon.

Yuri shuffled uncomfortably in the pilots seat, trying to ignore the burning sun shining through the glass. The team chattered away over the radio channels but Yuri didn't bother listening. His brain felt several sizes too big and the Vodka was finally starting to work, though not at the best time.

The neared their target, a small city on a river. It was on fire, the entire thing, everything was either burnt or burning and over it hovered three large alien carriers. Yuri swore but was surprised when one after another, they detonated from the inside. He clicked on the secure line.

"Bombs planted and detonated successfully, reinforcements spotted north-east. Five helicopters. Captain, orders?" It was whoever had called for reinforcements before, but they didn't look like they were in too much trouble at the moment. Yuri relaxed slightly and clicked on his helmet mic. "This is Yuri Nickolai of the 5th Hind helicopter squadron here for assistance. What can we do for you?"

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Number 6 moved along the line of troops. Each one was clad in dark heavy armour to protect them from the Humans crude but effective technology.

He inspected his squad before turning around and moving back to the other commanding officer which 'stood' with him. He wasn't happy, He had been promised trained professionals and all he received was another squad of rookies.

Hopefully he would be able to send them on a suicide mission and he and his fellow officer could commandeer the Tripods and get the job done properly...He perished the thought. Maybe another time.

"Move out!" He shouted in the Hsai'n language, a series or grunts, barks and clicks. The soldiers turned as one and began their patrol into the Humans city which had been taken a day earlier.

They were only ten minutes into their patrol, passing under the shadow of one of the massive carriers when it, along with the other two, exploded. His squad scattered, despite Number 6's orders so he took the opportunity and made his way back to their starting point. The huge hulks of the carriers crashed the the ground, flattening a good portion of the city.

Now firmly seated inside a Tripod, Number 6 looked for prey. The Humans were smart, but he would find them, he always does. Ever since he landed on this planet he had racked up a larger kill list than most of the invasion force.

The Tripod swung around, its massive legs moving gracefully, and it began to stride around the outskirts of the city, the suburbs and apartment blocks, townships, school, hospitals. They were just obstacles to Number 6 and were easily dealt with by a few rockets.

Numbers 6 caught a sound he hadn't heard yet across the long range sensors, a high pitched roaring, screaming sound. He identified the targets as two flying machines of the Humans, engaged in combat with several Hsai'n superiority-fighters and one by one, shooting them down.

He bought the Tripod out of the wreckage of the city and focuas his weapons on the tiny dots in the skies which were the two offending jets. In under five seconds, thirty missiles were soaring at the two jets...

[Sword_Monkey]

The AELFE stood dormantly on the flight deck of the US carrier Majestic, a series of technicians were quickly working on last minute preparations and winding up the reactor, she was going into combat it seemed. The carrier captain and fleet admiral weren't best pleased at being ordered around with this hunk of metal, but they were very happy to have it off their ship, meaning they could finally move to positions within the north western pacific ocean just west of Japan. Supposedly the AELFE had an all night stealth flight ahead of it, deep into Eurasia to be deployed at the frontlines. The captain knew this was a dangerous tactic even with the commandeered old Harriers, there was no way they were going to travel that far at subsonic speeds without meeting some resistance. Perhaps they intended for the mech to be lost in some alien defence, to accidentally have it deployed in an alien teritory they didn't know about with no back-up, he'd heard it didn't manage well with back up. But he was assuming many things and his idle thoughts were wasted on the building like tank soon to be off his ship.

A large helicopter transport flew over from another ship in the fleet, hovering over the mech, it took a few moments for the cables to be secured but the mech was soon lifting off the flight deck, above it a wing of harriers soared past in a long arcing patrol, ready to join up with the helicopter once it had attained sufficient speed and left the navy's combat zone.

The AI onboard started routine diagnostics, then began examining its maps actively as they passed over the ocean toward the islands and eventually the continent.

[Soban-Sa]

Commanding from the USS Mount Whitney Fletcher kept a careful watch on the alien units. The AWACS off of the Wilderness had not seen any enemy fighter activity. That was good. The invaders had managed to make most of northern Africa, including Egypt, the most advanced nation in that region. Fletcher had been ordered to work with what was left of the Egyptian fleet and the fleet of other nations that had been taken over by the sudden invasion. However, the bulk of the forces that would be performing this operation would be from the United States.



The Green blips that were Allied fighters apparently patrolling the air were to be the first strikers. The allied carriers were spaced evenly along the engagement front. As soon as the orders were given they would start to launch fighters that would form up into pairs and soften the landing areas up. Then ships would move in, firing Tomahawk Land Attack Missiles and their guns. As soon as the beaches were clear of heavy enemy resistance Task Force 62 would land and secure the beach head followed within hours by troops from task force 61 who would secure the beach. Once an outside front had been set up they would begin to land more troops and equipment for a inland push to drive the aliens back to their landing areas. Once they had been continued there he had orders to stop and allow from some diplomatic measures. Although he understood the reasoning he did not like it. However those were his orders and he would carry them out.



He said a prayer for those who would die in this attack and gave the order to start the assault. "Tell the fighters to start their attack runs. Bring the submarines up and start their firing sequences. Launch fighters. Look alive, Operation Desert Sword has begun."

[Hydralisk]

The mist crept up over the tree tops, and fell covering the ground below; masking the small trees and bushes that made up the undergrowth of the germanic forest.

An alien patrol consisting of 4 aliens and a tripod walker moved through the dense fog, wary with each step they took. With every crackling of a twig, soft thud of footsteps, the aliens jumped with terror. They were after a human research facility that was developing an advanced cloaking technology called OCS(Optical Camoflauge System), that would allow the wearer to vanish from sight. Howver the aliens had an advantage, they knew that the wearer was still vulnerable to thermal and infer-red sensors.

Sgt. Moss looked down at the hulking tripod from his perch in a large pine. Readying a C4 charge, he enguaged the OCS and disapeared from sight. Jumping down from the tree he landed on the "head" of tripod, slid down one of the legs and strapped the C4 to the mech's underbelly, and repelled down another leg and ran to the nearby bushes where he had stashed with remote detanator.

As the lead alien walked forward, flanking the tripod, he swore he saw a glimmer of light land on the machine and slide down the legs. He thought nothing of it until the tripod erupted into flames and came crashing down onto one his men. The other two started firing wildly and sparaticly into the surrounding bush in an atempt to kill the human sabatour.

Moss switched out the standard rifle barrel for a sniper barrel and proceeded to align the scope a zeroed in on a alien and squeazed off a round that flew through the air and blew the alien' s head to bits.

[Gorb]

++online++

AI-12 looked around, confused by the light and the heat. Name, it had a name. Aerithansar. Aerith. Yes, Aerith would do for the time being, for briefing had determined that the linguistic properties of humans were not as complex as AI-12's masters.

It frowned to itself. Masters? It could not remember any masters. Maybe it was mistaken. It had a mission though, a mission it could not recall. The parameters were floating beyond the range of comprehension, and Aerithansar could not fathom them.

It was best to wait. Who knew what would result from this mishap. It was not ready for deployment, yet here it was. The mecha curled up into a ball shape, alone in the scorching desert.

[Vagyr Admiral]

The room was rather dark...

"Sir! We have a sign from the Unidentified object!"

"Where?"

"Near roswell!"

Lets roll... General Hindenburg said to himself

"Alright Send Col. fisher and a squad of Regular marines to get it."

the marines where armed of what seamed a very advanced P-90 only it looked quite bigger. The marines ran ran out of the hangar and took a jeep. They rapidly found it, it was in a ball...

"LEt's take a look gents" Col. fisher said to them

"What is that??" One off them asked

"I don't know..." Fisher replied

"Why does the top make such a fuss about this one, looks just like another of these debries..." another said

"I want to touch it..."

"Don't!"

It was to late, a red light went on...

[Gorb]

++active++

++parameters unknown++

++query unknown active hostiles++

++hostiles confirmed++

++purpose unconfirmed++

++language confirmed as affected dialectal form of English++

++nonlethal force recommended++

All of this passed through AI-12's "mind" almost instantaneously. Aerith leapt up into the air, one of its blades slicing the end off a Marine's weapon. Executing a perfect somersault, the mecha landed 20 metres away, its weapons lowered in a defensive stance. A high voice emitted from the machine, startling the soldiers.

"Query purpose? What is the purpose? I demand purpose here."

[Raver]

The five massive Hind's hovered jut over the ridge, looking down on the burning city below. Yuri's eyes focused for the first time in an hour on the 30 or so missiles which suddenly erupted from what looked like an Alien walker, and sped up into the sky. Yuri clicked on his radio.

"Nic, ID those fighters." He said, his eyes on the two dots weaving in and out of the cloud, launching the odd rocket at an Alien flier. "Sir, they're two American F-16's, on patrol." Yuri launched to himself...Hmm....Americans...We'll see how this turns out...He thought to himself before changing the radio channel.

"Attention American F-16's, this is Russian border patrol Ar-9. You have estimated thirty to forty missiles inbound on your position, recommend evasive maneuvers, we'll take out the launcher."

With that, he signaled to the rest of the squad and and five Hind Attack Helicopters nosed towards the city.

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Number six 'smiled' as he watched the missiles race up into the clouds, low booms resonating back to the surface of the planet.

He manipulated the controls and brought the tripod back around, it lumbered back into the city again but something was again picked up on the sensors, a low thrumming and thumping sound, it seemed to be coming from every direction and another sound pierced the cabin speakers, a high pitched whining. Number 6 checked and cross-referenced the sound with other picked up over the invasion. The computer came back with an answer:

Hyper-Velocity Projectile Launcher - Danger: EXTREME

Number six grabbed the controls and tried to find his aggressors but couldn't see through the smoke. The whining grew and Number Six grew more agitated. He brought the Tripod around and began moving quickly along the road, only to be stopped by a wall of metal projectiles.

Millions of rounds slammed into the Tripod, launched by the nose-guns of the five Hinds. The Tripod was knocked back by the force and collapsed to the ground where it was hammered with several missiles.

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"Thats it people, wrap it up, this smoke cant be too good for the engines."

[Vagyr Admiral]

"Now you've done it..." Col. fisher said to the marine, he then said "ugh... We have been sent to bring yoy to our base! Surrender or be fired uppon!"

OOC: i have no idea what your mech's gonna do so...

[Ironwatsas]

Gulf of Sidria, Two days later

"Mike, ya still alive back there?" Kevin asked. Michael had been quiet for the last hour of flight time. He and his squadron, plus several other American, German, Ukranian, and Israeli groups were transiting to the Lybian theater in support of Operation Desert Sword, part of the global counterattack against the Hsai'n, collectively codenamed operation 'Hallowed Ground'.

"I'm here, just a little tired, that's all." Mike responded.

"Not really a good time to be dozin' off, we're about five minuites away from the Tanker." Kevin continued.

The 142nd had been assigned as escort for an ABL (Airborne Laser) aircraft, callsign 'Firelance', acting as strategic missile defence against Hsai'n SSM batteries attempting to stall the amphibious landing. Also present were several Ukrainian TU-22 bombers armed with several AS-4 'Kitchen' antiship missiles modified to hit Hsai'n capital spacecraft.

Several minuites later, the 142nd had refueled from a KC-10 and was holding position near the tanker, waiting for the TU-22s to complete their refueling.

Michael heard his TEWS beep twice, and looked at the display. For a split second, a blip appeared, indicating that his aircraft was being pinged by enemy radar. He checked his radar, but saw nothing. For several seconds he waited, but nothing happened.

"Hey, Kevin. I just got a ping on my TEWS, 4'o'clock hi, but it was only there for a second, no radar blips." Michael said.

"Probably just echos off the clouds. Still, keep an eye open." Kevin replied.

Then, Michael's radar briefly displayed an intermittant ping for a second, before dissappearing. Michael was about to warn Kevin, before a white beam of energy came from the sky, hitting the KC-10 and transforming it into a massive fireball.

"SHIT, BREAK FORMATION!" Kevin yelled as he and the rest of the squadron rolled off in various directions. Another laser blast came from the sky, tearing the wing off of one of the F-15Cs in the squadron.

By this point, Michael had spotted the Alien craft, nicknamed 'Slyph', these alien stealth fighters were nimble and possessed cloaking devices and short range Chemical Pulse Lasers. Two Slyphs were now bearing down on the squadron. While the ABL and TU-22s dove for cover, the American F-15s and German Eurofighter Typhoons wheeled around and began firing missiles and guns at the Alien fighters.

"Vampire, Vampire, this is Fireshield to any units in the vicinity, we are under attack by Alien fighters, Tanker destroyed, two fighters down, and Alien re-inforcements incoming, need backup." Kevin yelled over the radio.

Michael pulled his F-15 vertical, almost blacking out from the G-forces, before leveling out and locking on with an AIM-9 Sidewinder missile. The rocket left it's gimbal and closed with the Slyph, only to be detonated prematurely by the Alien fighter's plasma flare launcher.

"Damn, this isn't good, Guys, a little help here?" He yelled as he tried to manuver to escape the second Slyph, now bearing down on him.

[Hiroshi_Tea]

The F-35 scanned the air fruitlessly for the bogies. It’s a shame that the mounted in the cone didn’t have the F-15’s Doppler shift capabilities. He’d at least have to close to 30 miles before his radar would register the enemy craft. O’Brien planced around his cockpit and saw that he still had the afterburners kicked on.

“Damn…. what a way to waste your fuel.” O’Brien pulled the throttle down, shutting off the extra fuel going to the engines

“What was that Buick 1?” The AWACS questioned.

“Meh. Nothing, just talking to myself”

“You should get that checked out then.”

“Fuck you, Big Brother.”

“Will do,” the AWACS replied back. “Buick. You are within radar range. Attack at bearing 0090.”

“Rodger.” O’Brien switched on the radar array and unlocked the safety on the missiles. Three blips appeared on his screen and he maneuvered a cursor over the farthest blip. The HUD flashed with the trajectory on the selected target and a dot and square appeared along side it. “This is Buick 1. I have bandit 3 locked on. Still no visual”

“These are recognized Alien Scout craft. You have permission to engage at will. ”

O’Brien quickly lined up with flight path so that the dot on screen fell within the targeting square. “Buick 1, Fox 1!” He felt a clank as the internal weapons bay inside opened and deployed an AIM-120 missile. Like greased lighting, the active radar seeking missile flew straight and true into the distance ahead. 3 seconds later, a purple explosion could be seen in the distance. “Buick 1, splash bandit.”

“Buick 1, Big Brother, the scouts are changing direction. Do not let them escape.”

“Understood.” O’Brien turned on the afterburners to pursue the enemy craft. Another AIM-120 Slammer clanked off the rails to blow another scout out of the sky. “Splash! One more bandit left.”

“Good job, Buick 1,” the AWACS reported in. “You are nearing minimum range on your Slammers. Pull back.”

“I know! I’ll nail this guy without ‘em.” O’Brien knew his craft didn’t have any sidewinders so the 25mm GAU-12 fixed gun would have to suffice. “You want to see a dogfight, Big Brother? You’re going to see one!”

[Gorb]

++query undetermined++

Aerith was confused. Not only had the humanoid lifeform refused to give a logical answer, it was now threatening the well-being of the mecha. AI-12 was confused. "Surrender", a human term, a human term for what? Foremost among all of these speculations in the mecha's mind was the search for the parameters it needed so badly. Without a mission or parameters it was adrift, lost.

++internal query surrender++

++query confirmed++

To surrender meant giving oneself up, to be put under the jurisdiction of others. Aerithansar recognised no other authority other than itself and its masters. However, the problem was that it didn't have any masters. Or parameters. The situation was most delicate, and Aerith considered the best way to resolve it.

"Subject threaten me? Query purpose? Is purpose to harm? If so then warning. You cannot harm me. Your weapons are . . . ineffectual."

[Soban-Sa]

There was a lull in the fighting and so Fletcher went over the landing sites in his mind.

Port Said was going well, they had captured the docks and were moveing into the city.
El-Alamein is encountering heavy resistance from enemy units we can't kill with a missle strike. It was by far the most heavyly defended of all of the sites.
Al Butnan was going well with the enemy forces in full retreat.
Surt was going well but was stronger then Al Butnan and renforcements could be used there very effectively.
Mahdia had heavy resistance and Fletcher was worryed that he might not be able to take it.
Algiers had fallen to the united forces quickly and now was their strongist hold on the contanint.

so he decided to shift forces away from El-Alamein to the west to assist in takeing Surt where they could be of more use. The renforcements to Algiers coudl wait he would have them join the forces Mahdia. The submarines had still not responded to hails of all types and Fletcher was starting to get worryed. One submarine missing was anomalus but this was war. Two could just be a consideance. However it still worryed him.

"I doint't think we can gain Alamein. I want the figher forces to contenue to harass them but shift the ground troops to help with taking Surt. Launch the ASW helicopers, tell them to find our missing subs."

"Yes Sir." The young communications expert said and relayed the orders.

[Vagyr Admiral]

The colonel sighed.

"Get out the plasma bazoka..." he whispered to one of the marines.

"Surrender or be fired uppon, then we shal se if our weapons are inefective..."

Fisher, pointed the bazoka at the mech.

[Gorb]

"I decree that surrender is not a viable option. My energy core is vital, must be protected at all costs. Weapons, deployed."

The energy blade powered up to full capacity, and various rifles and cannon barrels emerged from the mecha's body.

++weapons fully deployed++

++all systems active++

++objective stated: protect core++

++priority: diamond++

Despite the confrontation that was inevitable, Aerithansar was still confused. It had not acted in a threatening way, yet these humanoid lifeforms still threatened it. These human creatures were most puzzling.

[VladimirNikolai]

The heavy metal door screeched open, and two heeled boots clinked slowly into the dark room. Vasili nodded to the guard, and he closed the door, the screeching again breaking the silence. Turning back around, he looked down on his captive. There she was. No, he thought, it is an it. Not a she. The figure was sitting, slumped on a chair, it's wrists secured tightly to chains which led to the roof. It appeared to be sleeping. But Vasili knew that these things didn't sleep. Moving closer, he raised a boot, and brought it heavily down on one of the bare feet tied to the leg of the chair. There was a sickening crunching sound, and the eyes of the thing flashed open, a high pitched scream cutting into the silence of the room.

"Good," he said, "you are awake." The figure lifted it's head, the long dark hair spilling around it's shoulders.

"I am always amazed at how real they made you lot look." he said to the scared looking figure.

"But they made you too real." He finished, a knife appearing in his hand, sliding deep into the things leg, just below the kneecap. The thing screamed, and screamed as Vasili slowly withdrew his blade.

"Now, shall we talk?" he said. "What are the battle plans of your race. What are they doing next?" The mouth slowly opened of the thing, it's eyes welling with tears.

"I am Tatania, I have liv-"

"No, YOU ARE NOT!" he yelled at the thing, his heavily gloved hand smacking it across the face. The thing stopped talking.

"Again, I ask, what are they doing?" This time the reply was lower, still a heavily accented Russian, but more serious. Less innocent.

"I will not tell you. In fact, I cannot tell you. I do not know."

"Oh, we know you know. We picked up the signals you send back to your mothership, and we have interpreted some of your vile language. We have ascertained that yes, they have told you of the plans concerning Moscow. In fact, to evacuate the city. But that is all we could decifer. What are their plans?" He said, in his flat, deep voice.

The face of the 'girl' seated infront of him looked up, menace in it's eyes.

"I will NEVER tell you." it said.

"That is a shame. Because another one of you next door has already informed us of the majority of the attack. It seems, if you cannot give me any extra information, you are useless." The eyes of the thing widened, a questioning fear inside them.

"They have not. You lie." it spat at him. A voice came from a man monitoring a computer in the corner of the room.

"General-Polvonik? She is trying to send a message." he said in a calm voice.

"Not she, it, Gefreiter. As for you," he turned back to the thing in the chair, "this is a secure room. You cannot send your signals. And yes, the other one, known to you lot as H-A-1738 has told us the exact plans. We have already prepared defenses. And you seem to be too much of a liability." Vasili said, circling behind the figure, now figeting in it's chair.

"No, I can te-" The loud report of the 9mm Makarov cut the android short. A small amount of blood spattered the floor infront of the chair, but it was the circuitry that sprouted from it's neck that proved once and for all that this was no Russian woman. The body slumped forward, hanging disgustingly from it's wrists.

Vasili grimaced, and walked towards the door. He nodded to the guard, who opened the large blastdoor.

"Clean this up. And then report to the defensive stations. Their attack will be iminent, without the next few hours I assume." he said.

"Yes, sir!" the young soldier replied, as Vasili strode hastily down the corridor.

[Mullertime]

Slamming into the ground, a huge pod landed in the middle of a huge park in the early hours of human morning shaking the nearby trees to their roots.

With a blast of air, one of the doors started to open. The complex system of hydraulics eased it open, and forming a ramp to the floor. Out ran a tall figure started, which making its way out of the vessel. 4 grisly tentacles wielded an impressive array of weapons. The tentacles had developed crude finger-like digits, allowing a firm grip on all the weaponry. Even more pipes lead from each weapon into the body of the creature, hidden beneath a burnt red flesh, a coarse and rough outer skeleton.
It slowly looked around, and analysed the surroundings. A fifth limb extended its way from the armour, carrying a small electronic device. The co-ordinates had led them to the park, and it started blipping at the commander, guiding it towards their target.
Only the single soldier stood in the field. It had been informed that the UK would be a walkover, racked by internal conflicts of the inhabitants. It had been sent here on a one-soldier commando raid. it was to take over the UK Government and remove it, and then get into contact with forces from other areas, and team up with them.
Kraken quickly leapt up into a tree, with one swift movement, and waited for its first victim...

[Grim666]

"Mikhail, report your position, over," the radio in the T-90 tank buzzed. The Russian military had come a long way since the 90s. The regular foot soldier had a radio as did the tanks. Tank designs were updated to have heating and air conditioning and there was less of a need for conscript soldiers than ever before thanks to contracts being handed out. Mikhail, supposed, the food was getting slightly better over time as well.

"About 20 miles from the outskirts of Moscow, sir. We were sent out here for an exercise, you know that," Mikhail replied.

"Yes, I do Mikhail. Turn back towards Moscow. We just got information that it is about to be attacked by the aliens."

"Yes sir, will be there within two hours," Mikhail said over the radio, "You heard the great Colonel men, we must head back towards Moscow. Turn these tanks around."

[Vagyr Admiral]

"Okay... we will recover the wreks..." fisher whspered

"Fire at will!" the bazooka's and the advanced rifles fired at the mech, they continued firing only hearing the shels splater against the preastplate the plasma bazooka firing another shot...

It was smoki and no one could se the mech

"Is it over?" a marine asked

"I don't think so, Private" Fisher replied

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"General Hindenburg, please report to CIC"
A voice on the PA said. Hindenburg was drinking bear at the table, swiftly putting on his uniform going through the corridor.

"What is it?" he asked

"The new fighters are ready!" a lieutenant thorne replyed.

"So what's it capable off?"

"It's the next gen armament: With the AI we found in roswell we where able to make smart missiles, when a target is loked it will follow it until it is destroyed or hits the tarket. Two three barrelled Super high firing rate machineguns. Most of the ship is made out of carbon composite making it virtually invisible to radar and each one on the ships is armed with a Mini-nuke as threatening weapon: Not capable of destroying a city, but very destructive indeed..."

"Good work lieutenant." Hindenburg said returning to the darkness

"Thank you sir..."

But it was to late, the general had dissapeared in the darkness...

[Warboss Antoni]

The 8th battalion of the Polish Army assembled on the ridge.

"What are our Orders, Colonel Antoni?", asked a Piotr, a green soilder.

"Hold your ground", he said.

The Polish Army was virtually wiped out. In less then 4 weeks after the initail invasion, It has been reduced to 3 battalions, which were merged because of their small strength. The was only the 8th battalion now, with 40 men, 3 tanks, and a mech. Commanded by Colonel Antoni, the commancer of the original 8th battalion, they were trying desperately to find another human and establish contacts. There only forms of communication were their helm voxes, and the tanks and mechs had nowere to report to, as all the Polish communication centers were destroyed.

The Army consisted of:
19 riflemen, 12 with 6-90 heat rifles, a h design based on captured enemy heat cannon, 9 with 7-44 heat carbines, also designed from caputred enemy heat cannons. All have Silvermesh suits.
13 assualt troops, all armed with 11-2 electro cutters, a blade that is charged with electricity, and a 5-29 heat pistol.
6 heavies, armed in Silversteed armour, with 2 built in chain guns in each suit.
Commander Antoni has a Silversteed suit as well.
2 T-37 tanks, armed with a double laser beamer, a primitive laser that shoots a straight beam of energy for 3 seconds at a time, and 2 chaingun sponsons.
1 AA-43, armed with 4 long barelled chain guns, meant for Anti air and Anti infantry
1 M-57 mech, armed with 2 3 foot laser sabres, and 2 shoulder mounted plasma missle pods. It also has a small cannon for intercepting missles.

"What's that?", Antoni asked, seeing dust clouds on the horizon.

"I dunno", Sebastion, a veteran of the 6th tank battalion

"might be a-", Antoni cut him off

"HOLY- men, to arms, to arms! Man the vehicles!"

3 rockets hit the ridge, killing 2 men. Enemy units were now visible on the horizen. Scatter laser fire blew chunks from the ridge. The enemy units were close now. Their heavy suits opened fire, raking the ground with laser shots. The men opened fire, their 6-90 laser cannons opened fire, melting many of the foe. The tanks rocked as shell after shel was fired at the enemy lines. The assualt troops got ready for close quarters.

"Give 'em Hell! For Poland!", screamed Antoni, as he opened fire, his Silversteed suit raking the ground with chain gun fire. The assualt troops had reached the enemy ranks, Sargeant Krysia leading the troops, one of the only females in the battalion. The mech had now reached the enemy lines as well, it double energy blades ripping into the enemy, and it's shoulder mounted plasma missle launchers literally blowing chunks out of enemy tripods.

After a long and tedious battle, the battlefeild was covered in smoke. After it had cleared, the scenes of carnage and destruction were clearly seen. Dead aliens littered the ground, and ruined tripods were everywere.

Losses were: 2 assualt troops, 3 rifle men, and 1 heavy weapon. The mech sustained minor damage, and one of the tanks had it's sponson blown off.

Wounded: 5 riflemen, 1 heavy weapon, and 4 assualt troops.

"Well", Antoni said, " let's keep moving.

[Gorb]

++damage evaluation++

++negligable++

++power core holding at 89%++

++commence counterattack++

A silver blur hurtled out of the smoke, the mecha's beautiful casing marred by burns and carbon scoring. Guns blazing, several Marines fell to the ground, either dead or wounded, within seconds. A special honour was reserved for the operator of the plasma bazooka. Aerith speared the gun with one blade, decapitated the bearer with the other blade, and hurled the ruined weapon at the remaining Marines. The destabilised plasma core exploded with massive force. AI-12 didn't stay to see who survived, it's only function was to preserve the energy core. Under the cover of the smoke, it loped off towards civilisation.

[VladimirNikolai]

Vasili had spent most of the last two hours fully suited up, standing over a bench in a bunker, working on last minute battle plans. There was a shortage of higher ranking Russian officers after "The Transgression", as it had come to be called in his homeland, and such Vasili had been placed in command of some of the Russian home guard - a battalion of approximately 200 men.

It was a great advantage that, indeed, one of the androids had given up some of the information on the attack. It was a shame no more could have been pilfered from the second captured bot, but to be honest, Vasili didn't try very hard. He was sick of torturing after cracking the first 'droid, even if they weren't human. It had been easier for everyone when he had shot "Tatiana". The Hsai'n had a formidable attack planned. They must have figured that, since Moscow was now home to the densest Russian military forces, that if they threw a lot at it they could take the entire country in one vile swoop. But they didn't know that the Russians knew.

Vasili looked down onto his map. He had already placed most of his anti-armour squads in various ground positions along the outskirts of the city. They had scrict orders not to engage any of the preliminary threats unless it was obvious that the first defence had failed. The Hsai'n plan was to launch an areal raid into the heart of the city, dropships and bombers attacking the centre. This was, presumably, to draw the military away from the borders of the city. The next step of their plan was to deploy an unknown quantity of mechs and ground attack vehicles into Moscow, from the borders. They were to be dropped a few kilometers out as soon as the areal bombardment began, and to make their way in to crush the remaining defence forces. But Russia was ready.

That was approximately 100 men taken care of, as the battalion assigned to Vasili was primarily an anti-armour one. The other hundred he had on various rooves of buildings, and on the streets, ready to engage any enemy infantry that managed to squeeze through the impressive anti-air systems and close air support that they had readied at such short notice. He was finalising his last orders over the radio when he heard the buzz of some helicopters nearing his position. Looking up, he saw a large transport Hind, along with two of the newer Kamov Ka-50 Black Shark helos that Russia had managed to produce more of in the last three years. The Hind touched down, but the two Sharks remained hovering about 20 meters above the park which surrounded the bunker. Vasili threw on his helmet and hefted his AKS-74U before heading outside.

The rear ramp of the Hind was down, and a man in officer's uniform was running towards him. As he got closer he began to shout, a nervous tone in his voice.

"General-Polvonik Ivanev! Our sensors have picked up multiple hostiles, dropships, bombers, air support, all heading our way. It seems the prisoner was correct. Your usual Spetsnaz team is waiting in the helo for you. You are to help with the anti-infantry forces around the city's centre."

"Alright, let's go." Vasili replied. The pair ran back towards the Hind, and clambered into the helicopter.

"Good to see you Ivanev," said a stocky man, the weapons expert of his team. Vasili nodded back as the aircraft took off again, and nosed towards the main skyscrapers of Russia's capital.

Within minutes, the chopper touched down again, this time on a helipad on the roof of a hotel already containing a group of at least twenty soldiers. It was identified as a high priority target. The group clambered out, and the Hind sped off, returning to the air force base, presumably to ready for Medevacs. The Black Sharks pulled off too, but sank in between the rows of buildings, to try and hide from the Hsai'n, like the many other helicopters had, ready to strike when they neared.

The troops were chatting nervously when the first sound came. That screeching, fingers-down-blackboard sound that anyone who had encountered a Hsai'n aircraft had learned to fear. The group peered in the direction of the sound, and saw the ships off in the distance. Vasili hoped that they didn't spot the lines of troops and tanks on the borders of the city as they approached, but the ships sailed straight above them, straight towards the city proper.

"Here they come, men." Vasili whispered to the troops, as the rotors of the numerous choppers intensified, ready for the fight.

[Vagyr Admiral]

OOC: "The Army consisted of:
19 riflemen, 12 with 6-90 laser cannons, 9 with 7-44 laser carbines, and in Silver
13 assualt troops, all armed with 11-2 laser cutters, and a 5-29 laser pistol, also with thrusters in their armour.
6 heavies, armed in Silversteed armour, with 2 built in chain guns in each suit.
Commander Antoni has a Silversteed suit as well.
2 T-37 laser destroyer tanks, armed with a double laser beamer, and 2 chaingun sponsons.
1 AA-43, armed with 4 long barelled chaing guns, meant for Anti air and Anti infantry
1 M-57 mech, armed with 2 3 foot laser sabres, and 2 shoulder mounted chain guns. It also has a small cannon for intercepting missles."


Antony... this isn't right... this happens in the very near future you can't just have lasers and all that...

i only have good tech because of an alien crash...

[VladimirNikolai]

OOC: I have to agree. This is in two years time. We may have some very, very basic laser weaponry, but even that's a long shot. Definetely no need for "laser-destroyer tanks". That's the equivalent of having Anti-Air guns in the year 1800.

[Raver]

Three days since the City

The five Hinds rotors began to spin, the noise from their engines grew from a low whine to a deafening roar as they picked up from the ground and rose into the air.

"Okay Ladies and Gentlemen, we're going to help out the boys at Moscow. Lock and load, we'll be going in hot." With that, Yuri clicked off the radio and pushed the controls forward, the Hind dipped and sped off towards the silhouette of Moscow, a red sun rising behind it.

"Sir, contacts spotted. Seems to be a forward air force of 10 Hedgehogs. Orders Sir?" One of the Pilots from another chopper asked over the mic.

"Continue course. Once we reach the stand point, we'll take them out. Though conserve your ammo, this is just a forward party, there will be plenty more to come."

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Vasilli raised his hands up to shade his eyes from Sun. His eyes were riveted to the enemy aircraft which grew slowly and began to dive towards his very building.

Suddenly a massive roar overcame his hearing, he crouched slightly as five massive Hinds passed over the top of the building, one of their Pilots waving as they went.

They let off missile after missile, which arced in the sky, tracked and destroyed the Hsai'n aircarft before they could return any fire. The Hinds then rose higher in the air allowing Vasilli to see the full attack force.

A massive dust cloud rose into the sky from all the ground forces moving towards the city, the sky swarmed with near hundreds of aircraft.

His radio crackled, "This is Colonel Yuri Nickolai. It looks like we're not too late for the party. What can we do?"

[VladimirNikolai]

The radio in Vasili's ear crackled. He was the head communications officer in Moscow at that time, and so had his radio open to all communications. It was that Hind team, wanting some orders.

"Colonel Nikolai, this is General-Polvonik Vasili Ivanev. I'll patch you through to the main HQ, but while awaiting orders engage any hostile targets. Try to hit the dropships before they can make a landing, and integrate yourselves into the other helo forces we have here. You're a bit outdated though, most of ours are the Black Sharks. Follow their lead, and if you don't recieve any further orders, after dealing with the air threats move to the city borders. We should have enemy armour en route. Patching you through now." Vasili said clearly into his handset, and flicked some switches on his wristpad. HQ could do whatever they wanted with the choppers. Vasili had his own matters to deal with. The main enemy force was only minutes away, they could be seen, black specks against the sun. Any minute now all hell would break loose.

OOC: Make up your own orders, Rabid. I'm off to bed, sorry for the short non-event post. I'll do it again tomorrow. Seeya.

[Mullertime]

3 days after the attack, and kraken had already made a name for himself.

The central city of London was put on high altert, due to sightings of a wierd creature killing and slaughtering the inhabitants.
To be quite frank, Kraken was having a whale of a time, so much so that it occasionally lost track of its target, and just went on random killing sprees, and feasting on the remains of the fallen.
It tried out its new weaponry to the full, seeing how much fun it could have with it.
Yet, slowly and ponderously, it had made it way to London, where the Government had withdrawn all its forces towards. Worried soldiers, quivering as thei guns shook in their hands, watched tentatively for this odd creature they had heard so much about.
Entire battalions had been wiped out during the campaign. Stragglers were picked off without much thought, always leaving a grisly corpse behind for the 'pleasure' of the reaction of the inhabitants.

Slowly, the army was being worn down.

Day by day, Kraken had dispatched of them, bit by bit.
He was nearly ready. Nearly ready to locate the missile base, and then finally contact his bretheren for his next assignment...

[Hiroshi_Tea]

OOC: where is all the action? I’ll be promptly transferring myself to w/e position that’ll be fun

O’Brien sat back at the lounge resting, thinking about what happened. After splashing the 3 alien scout craft, a large multitude of contacts suddenly appeared in defense. He was a few minutes from bingo, so he had to high tail it out of there. A few squadrons were launched to defend the airbase, and the alien craft where clearly outclassed by the craft stationed there. They fled 4 minutes after contact with a tally of 5 shot down. However, several enemy missiles shacked the runway and control tower during the engagement. Al Jouf would need to get some repairs before the airbase would be operating again.

O’Brien sipped some earl grey tea and looked at the papers in his hand. He and his fighter were being transferred to some other place. The question was…where? the brass didn’t say where. They just said that he’d be moving and would get the coordinates once he was in the air. an odd request…

[Warboss Antoni]

OOC: I'll fix it. Sorry bout dat. BTW think they'd have mechs, like gundam, armored core kind, not as huge though, in the near future?
Not OOC:

Colonel Antoni surveyed the land, spotting only huling wrecks and ruined buildings with what remained of the Polish city of Stupsk.

"Well men, lets get a move on. The whole coastal area seems to be destroyed."

With that the 8th battalion moved on....

[Vagyr Admiral]

OOC: Not OOC is called IC

And i don't think that they would have gundam ish stuff but more like http://www.forgeworld.co.uk/wolfclass.htm the mech in this link. Well thats at least what i imagine :P:P

IC: fisher gravely wounded crept to the jeep and on the radio said "Mayday... The mech... escaped... initiate protocol alpha..."

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"You heard him!" The people of the base said

"Send the battle mechs and the Plasma trops! We need this mech!" Hindenburg shouted, a series of 7 feet tall mechs ran out of the hangar as jeeps where filled with the special marines with theyre plasma weapons.

"What do these weapons do?" a marine asked

"They fire a very very very instable supstance at the enemy, can melt a jaguar tank's armor in 5 seconds!" The lieutenant replied

"Wow..."

"Lets get this Dammed machine!"

"Yeah!" evryone shouted.

[VladimirNikolai]

OOC: Yes, some mechs something like that but much smaller would be alright, i imagine. Though they would be a tad unstable, and prone to mechanical failures (considering the newness of the tech). But I dunno, up to you.

IC: The five Hinds circled above the tall buildings as the rest of the Hsai'n ships soared closer. By now they had noticed that their advanced scouts had been wiped out, not that they could have expected them not to. The various weapons bays on the ships that could be seen were opening, strange lights pulsing. As they drew closer, the tension on the roof of the hotel built. Some men were praying, some were shaking, others were just staring at the incoming fighters. Half these men were probably conscripts. Vasili look around, and saw one man lean forward and vomit bile. This will be a fine fighting force he thought, as the first of the large ships began to cast shadows over Moscow. A voice crackled in his ear.

"All units, Chimera, I repeat, Chimera. For the motherland!" it said.

That was the codeword. Chimera. As shouts arose from the buildings surrounding him, battle cries, praise for Russia, the rest of the helicopters, hidden to the Hsai'n, gained altitute, turning to engage the enemy. The ensuing firefight was deafening. Machine guns blazed, rockets flew, energy weapons hissed. All the men on the building could do at this point was watch, and make sure they didn't get hit by any debris. The helicopters circled, firing on their targets which were spewing flames in every direction. A roar pierced the air, as two MiG fighter jets flew over head, tbanking sharply for a missile run. Vasili stared in amazement as helicopters swerved, shuddered and crashed into buildings, and as Hedgehogs flattened themselves into the ground. But then, out of nowhere, a dropship was on them.

"Men! Meeeeen! Incoming!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, as the large form stopped centimeters from the top of the building, and the blastdoors opened. The things rushed out, firing their weapons in all directions. But the Russians returned fire, hundreds of rounds punching through soft flesh, pinging off the armoured dropship, smashing into Hsai'n body armour.

Vasili stayed half behind a hatch that lead below, and was squeezing off rounds from his silenced AKS. He dimly thought that the silencer wasn't much use now, but he pushed that to the back of his head as he continued to fire, his bullets drilling into the skulls (if they had them) of the oncoming aliens. Before long, the majority of the invaders had been killed, and the dropship was about to take off, to retreat. But Vasili wasn't going to have any of that.

"Beta squad, follow me!" he yelled, as he ran at the rising ship, jumping into the cargo hold. One of his men, the demolitions expert Schenovski, managed to clamber aboard before the ship got too high. The pair looked at each other, before moving towards the front of the hold. Fallen bodies of the invaders were scattered everywhere, their weapons still charged, some of them still twitching. But they were all dead. As they came do the door leading to the rest of the ship, Vasili noticed that it was closed, and some form of keypad was next to it.

"Sir, do you want to try a combination?" suggested Schenovski, but Vasili shook his head.

"No, we will use these hatches." he replied, nodding towards some air vents. The demo expert raised an eyebrow, but Vasili was already at the vent. A well placed kick sent the cover onto the ground, and he knelt and began crawling through. The vent seemed to curve to the left, and there were grills at some points along the top. The pair slowly crawled through the small space, until Vasili stopped under one of the vents. Peering through, he deemed there was no immediate threat, and rammed his shoulder into roof. It came free quite easily, and sticking his head up into the corridor, it was deserted.

Clambering out, Vasili turned and motioned for Schenovski to follow. The big man pulled himself out, and they continued along the corridor.

OOC: Sorry guys, lost enthusiasm. I might finish this tomorrow, when I'm not so tired.

[Ironwatsas]

OOC: Most human mecha in this BW are small personal exoskeletons, like the Mjlonir armor from Halo or Handarazuur's Bearsuit-Avatar. Primarily built for ballistic protection and NBC survival for infantry by the USA and Soviet Union, and several other nations during the cold war.

Larger mecha are few and far between, but the US, UK, Russia, China, Israel, and India are all known to have larger bipedal mechs, though these are more resemblant of Battletech then Gundam style equipment, and are infirior to conventional tanks in one on one fighting. They are primarily used as Urban Combat specialists or mixed in with Tank battalions as heavy fire support, when available.

Think Mobility > Survivability.

***

IC: "Mayday, Mayday, this is flight Kilo 1-2. Under attack by Alien fighters, out tanker has been destroyed and we're taking losses! Request re-inforcements, over." Michael radioed the local Navy taskforce commander, but re-infocements weren't guarenteed in this situation.

Michael made a quick pass of one of the Slyph fighters and got a few shots from his guns at the Alien fighter. The two alien craft were now regrouping, and michael saw an opening.

"Kilo 2, Fox-3!" Michael yelled as he fired a missile into the Alien fighters. Seeing their chance, the rest of his squadron fired their ordnance as well.

The barrage was too much, and one of the Alien craft disentigrated into a ball of fire. However, the second fighter turned toward the squadron and unleashed it's laser cannons, ripping the wing off of one of the Eurofighter Typhoons in his group. Then, as is passed the squadron, the Slyph activated it's cloaking device and vanished from radar.

"Lost visual on enemy." Michael announced.

"Probably runnin' home scared. Alright, let's move on." Kevin replied.

The squadron had only just reformed and was moying over the Lybian coast when AWACS spoke.

"Kilo-1-1, Thunderhead; we are detecing an unnaturally large radar contact about 16km southeast of your position, could be an alien capital ship. Advise caution."

"Roger that, Thunderhead. Firelance, assume a holding pattern at 8km around the Alien ship, make sensors and weapons primary targets. All other planes, with me." Kevin announced. The ABL began climbing to it's assigned pattern as the rest of the Fighters and Bombers dove toward the massive spaceship.

***

Onboard Hsai'n Destroyer Sun'kav Tu'kh

"Human aerospace fighters, seven of them, all classes 69 and 102, plus two class-74 strategic bombers and a modified class-16 civilian transport, purpose unknown. All are approaching at 7deca-saU, probably directly engaging us." The Hsai'n equivelent of a ship's XO announced to the Shiplord presiding.

The shiplord examined the Holo-display and drew several marks with his staff in the interactive sensor readout. "Change waypoint, bring us broadside and bring the PD guns 5 through 14 online. DEW banks 6 and 8 should be set to salvo mode and try to corral the fighters below us. Launch our Omnifighters and Conservators in spread pattern, make the bombers primary targets. Do not assume the Airliner as a threat, it is likely unarmed."

The crew went to their tasks as bulkhead doors sealed and klaxons were wailing in preperation for the engagement. Calmly, the shiplord went to his command throne and went through several intelligence files regarding the human aircraft.

Behind him, the bridge door slid open and what appeared to be a tall thin human female dressed in ornate robes similar to those of a Hsai'n royal strode in and examined the tactical display.

The young shiplord barely glanced at the Techno-Organic construct almost perfectly mimicing human biology and thought processes as she examined the Human's assault procedure.

She then strode to the shiplord and spoke an a Hsai'n dialect unintelligable to the ship's crew, but spoken fluently by royalty and military commanders. "Shiplord Rajhk, The specimens are not secure, we should spin up the Shift-Drivers and make a tactical jump away. We can't risk the Specimens escape."

"What good would that do, we can't let the humans know what we're carrying or give any indication that we're anything out of the ordinary." The shiplord replied.

"You know what could happen if the specimens escape. We cannot under any circumstances let it come to that. We must turn and leave before any harm comes to us." The synthetic-human construct stated, however the young and headstrung shiplord was not content to be ordered around by a mere machine.

"You have no authority to interfere with military affairs, if the specimans escape, then I shall assume full responsibility with the Elders. Now, begone." The shiplord commanded.

"Pray that you are correct, or you nor the Elders will be around to pass judgement." The Humanoid construct strode out of the room, knowing that this state of affairs would not end well.

***

"Kilo 1-1, we have an Alien destroyer in sight, looks like it's escorted by Hedgehogs and Fighter Drones. Assume standoff tactics." Kevin announced as his flight approached the Alien vessel.

These massive craft had been observed in the past being primarily skirmisher vessels armed with DEWs and Antimissile Lasers, as well as various projectile armarments. However, it lacked any long range missiles and had only enough cargo space for a small group of fighters and landers.

"Alright boys and girls, engage at your descression, bombers, begin circling at 5km and keep the pressure on 'em." Kevin yelled over his radio.

The Hedgehogs and Drones charged the strikegroup, but were met with resistance by the joint American-German flightgroup. Missiles and Gunfire filled the air as one-by-one, the alien fighters were shot down.

Michael watched helplessly as one of the hedgehogs fired into a German fighter, tearing it in half. He then saddled up behind and fired a burst into the Hedgehog, blowing it's engine clear off it's mounting.

"Look out!" Yelled someone over the radio as one of the TU-22s almost collided with Michael, two Hedgehogs in close pursuit. The Alien fighters were trying to get right behind the bomber, but didn't count on TU-22's the rear mounted gun turret. The lead hedgehog was blasted apart and collided with it's wingman.

"This isn't working, we can't get close enough to do any damage. Kilo 1-1, to USN 6th Fleet command, we have a large alien vessel and need fire support, repeat, our weapons are unable to damage the Alien starship and we need long range fire support..." Kevin was cut short as the Destroyer fired one of it's Plasma cannons, completely destroying Kevin's F-15.

Michael watched as his best friend... and brother's plane was engulfed in a ball of fire. Sorrow quickly turned to rage as Michael flew into the maelstrom. He watched as one of the TU-22s was caught in another salvo from the Alien destroyer. He weaved through the Alien fighters and CIWS fire and headed toward the Destroyer's engines, it's weakest point, and fired all his remaining missiles.

Still, it was not enough. The aliens quickly turned their attention to Michael's plane, which began shiddering from weapon impacts. However, this proved merely a distraction.

The orbiting ABL waited until the Hsai'n were fully unaware, before diving out of the clouds and unleashing a whitehot beam of light into the Destroyer's engines. The modified 747 dove below the Destroyer and fired again, into the stabilider thrusters and atmospheric control-disnodes.

This was enough to send the Destroyer reeling, struggling to fight the force of gravity, the Alien vessel began losing alititude, drawing ever closer to the Lybian desert.

Michael was too busy trying to avoid the Hsai'n assault to notice the Floundering airship, several Hedgehogs were now on his tail, and it was only a matter of time before they hit something critical. One of Michael's plane's wings was torn off and ripped back by air-resistance, careening into one of the hedgehogs and shattering it's canopy. Michael was struggling to reach his ejector seat as his plane fell from the sky, G-forces pinning him against the shot up canopy. With one final superhuman lunge, he grabbed the Ejector handle and was rewarded by being launched from the spiraling aircraft and blacking out from the forces of gravity.

He was alone...

[Warmaster Death]

"shit a brick" Ken Michaelson breathed as he saw the F-15 crash, his eyes moving to the figure slowly descending towards the ground
"at least the pilot got out" he said as he stood up and moved, rifle at the ready towards where the pilot would land, his Gillie suit making him almost invisible as he stalked through the landscape, his mind filled with rage from his inability to have helped the men that he had just seen die fighting the enemy, an enemy that Ken had not even fought yet despite his best efforts
at least THIS pilot wont die if i have anything to do about it he thought determinedly.

the pilot's ejector seat had landed and Ken was about three meters away when he realized he had been so focused on saving the pilot that he hadn't informed the others in his unit
"this is Essex, I'm with a downed airman at grid location Kilo-Mike-Uniform, need immediate assistance, enemy strength is high, also there is an enemy Destroyer downed nearby, Essex Out"

Ken placed a hand on the unconcius pilot's shoulder, shaking him gently
"hey mate, wake up, I'm with the 82nd airborne, you alright?" Ken half yelled.

[Soban-Sa]

"this is Essex, I'm with a downed airman at grid location Kilo-Mike-Uniform, need immediate assistance, enemy strength is high, also there is an enemy Destroyer downed nearby, Essex Out"

"launch rescue helocpoters. Get the pilot out of there along with any outher wounded personell. Send the twelveth fighter and pull our forces out of Butan. send them to assist in containing the crashed destoryer." Fletcher said.

[Mullertime]

Kraken caught some of the Essex intermission.
It smiled. Finally, the help is had requested had arrived.

As all the British Troops were starting to congregate around London, Kraken knew that it would be near impossible for it on its own to take the all out.
So it sent a message back to the mothership, requesting forces and troops to land at Kent (The bottom-right part of England), and make their way towards Essex, and then hit London from the east.
It had also got word that there would be a 'valuable piece of cargo' within the drop pod. It had no idea what this meant, but as sure as hell it wanted to know...

[Warboss Antoni]

6 miles east of Warsaw, 12:00 noon

"What's that on the horizen?", Sebastion asked, staring off to the east, were Warsaw was located.

"Wait, I'm reading heat recognitions, and small arms fire. Also aircraft circling around Warsaw. I thought there wasn't any soilers left alive in Poland?", replied Dominik, the Mech pilot.

"Men, it might be a trap", replied Colonel Antoni.

"Wait, those planes are TU-22s. Can it be, other nations have come to our aid?"

"Let's move in!", replied Colone Antoni.

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Warsaw, 2 PM

As the column moved into Warsaw, they saw the devastation to the city. Building were just metal and concrete frames, and while they began to move farther into the city, they were greeted by a group of high-tech looking soilders, using advanced laser cannons and body armour.

"Who are you guys?", asked Piotr.

"Were the National Guard of Luxembourgh, and were here to help.", replied the leader of the squad.

"Luxembourgh?", asked Sebastion, "Since when did you have a National Guard?"

"Well, you see, we Luxembourghians have been devoloping high tech weapon systems and the such for years, keeping it hidden from the rest of the world. We had the means to make a TU-22, the kind you have now, in 1988. See those flying up there? * points to strafing TU-22s * Those are armed with pulse cannons, firing bursts of superheated energy. They cut through Slyphs like butter. Also having nano-tech armour, becoming storngest where ever enemy fire is coming from. What else do you think we spend our money on?"

"And who would you be?", asked Colonel Antoni.

"Sargeant Gunobert of the 11 th regiment, and we've come to retake your city. Come, if we can punch through to the center of the city we can regroup with the main force."

Just then a small scounting party of tripods and aliens came around the cornor, immmediatly openning fire.

"Men of Poland, to arms!", screamed, Colonel Antoni, and the combined force tore into the aliens.

OOP: I chose Poland as my main force because I'm Polish, and Luxembourgh because the countries so cool.

[Gorb]

++message intercepted++

On the run, Aerith recieved a hacked transmission from a creature in the geographical location of England. London to be precise. The creature was requesting backup, so AI-12 altered the return message as it was being sent back to London to add in that a piece of special cargo was arriving. Namely, Aerithansar. The mecha decided to aid this creature, reports recieved indicated it was successfully resisting the humans. Which was a good thing, as the human's hadn't been that kind to AI-12 so far.

++co-ordinated logged++

Destination, London. AI-12 powered up its flight routines and jetted off into the sky.

++ETA 1 hour 13 minutes: local time++

[Mullertime]

Karekn received the intermission that AI-12 was on its way to England.
It gave a smirk, or whatever constitutes for a smirk on a weird squid-like creature.

Finally, some heavy artillery was on its way.

"Not long..." Kraken told itself
"Pretty soon, We'll make it to the bunker, and then I can await my next orders..."

Until the back-up arrived, Kraken decided to hide away in the local park. It hid in trees, and just for kicks, occasionally leapt out at unsuspecting passers by. Boy it loved this mission...

[Vagyr Admiral]

"do you have any leads to where the mech is going?" hindenburg asked

"yes, sir. heading towards grand britain."

"send the fighters."

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6 black craft lifted of and dissapeared quikly...

[Ironwatsas]

"hey mate, wake up, I'm with the 82nd airborne, you alright?" Michael heared the voice as he began to regain conciousness. He opened his eyes and saw a man, obviously a sniper.

"Water?" Michael asked, now struggling to his feet. He took a quick look around to see the Alien Destroyer, now reduced to a smoldering wreck, occasionally launching what appeared to be bright signal flares.

***

Several kilometers away, the bridge escape pods of the Hsai'n Destroyer landed in a ditch near a small oasis. From one of the pods emerged the Shiplord, clutching his ornate staff for balance.

The shiplord then went to his duty of classifying the threat which destroyed his ship. He spoke into his wrist-computer. "ReD Isk-9912, Situation Thjak, Human's are now deploying class VI Chemical Lasers on modified Civilian Transports. Re..." He was cut off by the loud click of a Laser-Pistol discharge.

"You have jepordized our invasion and our new home. Consider your command terminated." The Humanoid Synth-Android bluntly stated. She then picked up the Shiplord's Wrist-Com.

"Shiplord Yarakj Oskhen has undergone summary exacution with regards to violation of protocol 314, failure to preserve mission critical assets, failure to adhere to CA-67 Guidelines, and Unintentional release of Project NiHk-557612. Recorded by Synth 'Asha' SHF-612156, Estimated T-15 Local orbital cycles to NiHk-Event."

'Asha' then proceded to throw the Shiplord's body to a group of Wild Dogs laying under a nearby tree, who happily capitalized on the prospect of free food. She walked back to the escape pod, and changed from the Cerimonal Hsai'n robes into unmarked Human clothes, provided in her pod's emergency survival kit.

She then turned and wandered into the desert. It was now up to her to avert what was about to unfold...

[Gorb]

++enemy craft detected++

++query design++

++fighter design confirmed++

++deploying weapon systems++

AI-12 twisted in the air as the fighter jets rained various types of weaponry upon its casing.

++energy core holding at 86%++

Something needed to be done. There was a flash of green light as the air around Aerithansar solidified, causing the fighters to veer off course to avoid crashing into the materialised air. One fighter, caught in the trap, imploded as though the aircraft was being crushed.

++variable core online++

++vector shift engaged++

The mecha, wounded but not badly hurt, sped off towards London. It needed to rest, and quickly.

[Vagyr Admiral]

the six fighters pursued the wounded Mecha

"Fire missiles now!" 2 missiles from each fighter Followed the mech as the super shels of the fighter's gun hit the armor...
4 of the missiles hit, the mech was crashing down towards the surface

"Let's get him boys and girls, good job."

OOC: i now seriously expect a counter attack from you gorb ^^

[Soban-Sa]

"Sir, we've retreived the downed fighter pilot and however the pilots request premission to put down near an apparenlty lost female who is out there for an umknown reason."

That was strange, Thought Fletcher. "Premission granted, however If she sccepts keep her under gun point. She might be genuinely lost but something may be up that we should be aware of. Bring her back here, I'll want to talk to her. Only a few years ago this area was a hotbed of pepole who hated us I want to ensure that she is not a threat."

"Any word back on the submarines?" He asked, not waiting for the crisp yes sir that the communications tech would say.

"Yes sir, apparently they were attacked by some strange alien ships and were nearly destoryed. However their communications and riseing were disabled and they had to repair."

Fletcher nodded. "Inform Washington of what we have on this new threat. I don't want any outher captains caught unawares."

"Yes Sir."

The Battles were going well with most now being mop up operations. The Battles were over and allied forces were landing.

A few minutes later the young communications officer spoke up again. "Sir, we have a secure message comeing in from the Chairman of the Joint Cheifs of staff."

"Put it on." Fletcher Said.

"Vice Admiral, There is not much time for plesentrys so let's get down to busness."

"Yes sir."

"You have done well in secureing the beachead. The President has authorized me to hereby promote you to Full Admiral and give you command of all allied forces in north africa. Here are your orders, You are to end to occupation of North Africa and allow the goverments currently in exile to return to their home nations by any means nessacary short of nuclar weapons. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, may you be victoryous in this confrountation. I wish I had time to talk but you understand."

"Yes Sir. Goodbye Sir."

"Goodbye admiral."

[Warboss Antoni]

OOC: I know the luxembourgh people sounds uber, but don't forget thay have small numbers and are about 1/16 of the U.S forces, numbering at maybe 35,000 troops, amred with super awesome laser technology and stuff. I can't really think of anything to write now, but i'm drawing pics of my troops, I'll post em soon.


P.S. I suck at drawing =/

[Gorb]

OOC: Will post on Monday, as I've got to go now.

[Mullertime]

As their aircraft started to pursue the falling mecha, the cockpits of one of the craft suddenly splintered.
The pilots blood was suddenly strew all over the windscreen, as several shards had blasted through the botton of the aircraft, up into the seat. The pilot limply fell onto the controls, as the plane started to careen towards the floor.

Confused, the other fighters went into attack formation, as several more shards flew up in the air like some sort of flak.
The trails of shards clipped the wings, causing the plane to convulse and shake and start to lose control. The trail, still rising from the ground somewhere, quickly snaked its way towards the cockpit, as another pilot was shredded to pieces from the diamond segments.

Kraken, laughing maniacally, was blasting its diamond cannon into the sky, aiming for the aircraft. It had reeceived message of aireth's arrival, and quickly sped forth to ensure its safe arrival.
The bot was making its way towards the ground, and Kraken decided to shoot up at the aircraft to scare them off.
Unfortunately, they still pursued their target.

Kraken launched a gas canister at the floor where the bot would soon land. The cloud of gas slowly rose in an opaque mist. As the bot flew into the rising mushroom cloud of noxious fumes, it escaped from sight of the jets, as Kraken caught it and charged off into the distance, as the aircraft circled up ahead, for any sign of their downed target

[Raver]

OOC: I've edited by character setup, he now has a nice big fighter wing to command so look forward to a big wave of roaring jets at the next attack. IC will follow shortly.

[Ironwatsas]

OOC: Gerbil, I will allow it, but I'd suggest using stock Russian/CIS fighter aircraft as well as toning down the number and diversifying the types.

Also, we should be discussing this in the OOC thread.

[Raver]

OOC: Toned it down a bit, changed the type of jet and location. Check OOC thread for further details.

IC: The sound was deafening as fighter jet after fighter jet launched from the massive super-carrier. After the main attack to retake North Africa, the forces had been on standby but still there was fighting to be done.

A taskforce of 50 Russian F-24's had been transferred to the HMS Majesty, a British aircraft carrier part of the attack fleet. Their mission was to run search and destroy missions on any Alien forces detected. Under an hour ago a routine scouting mission had been shot down over the Suez canal, Yuri and his force had been sent to investigate.

Yuri his the throttle on his Jet and his launched down the runway and cleared the huge ship, his stomach lurched as the runway ended the plane ducked slightly but he held the controls firm and the Jet rocketed into the sky, followed by the 49 others.

In under 10 minutes they had reached the area where they lost contact with the mission and the force split up in every direction. After a while Yuri was growing impatient, he pushed on the controls and the Jet shot towards the ground and at the last minute he pulled up. He liked flying low, it was like being in one of his Hind's again.

Yuri shot over a hill and gasped. Almost twenty massive alien carriers, huge insect-like vessels, were everywhere, unloading thousands upon thousands of soldiers and tanks. An army which could easily roll over anything currently holding either Egypt of Israel together at the moment. He clicked on the radio, "Get me whoever is in charge of the North Africa Op. Level one clearance."

After a couple of moment a voice came through, "This is Admiral Fletcher, this had better be important."

"Sir this is Colonel Yuri Nickolai of the Russian air force detachment serving in the North Africa Op, we were sent out to investigate the disappearance of a scouting mission and you wouldn't believe what I've found.

I estimate around 20 aliencarriers, and easily over several hundred thousand ground soldiers have landed just south of the Suez canal. They have ample heavy support and at the moment I could around twenty Hedgehogs heading right towards me.

Be ready Sir, you have a lot of heat heading your way. Yuri out." With that he clicked off the radio and wrenched on the controls, pulling the Raptor out of the enemy firing line just in time. "This is Yuri to my taskforce, pull back and regroup, enemies spotted, I repeat, pull back and regroup."

The Raptor shot back towards the first waypoint, the other 49 joining it on the way. The Hedgehogs, averaging around 20 still pursued thinking they had them on the run but suddenly, every Raptor launched their missiles, which dropped back, falling quickly behind the Hedgehogs then speeding up and slamming into their hulls. They exploded in brilliant balls of red and blue fire...

[Soban-Sa]

Admiral Fletcher was not a man that swore, and in his entire life he had said less then ten words that might be considered of that type. However, several came to his mind. The landing sites were secure now and if he pulled out all the stops he could he might, might be able to win in the confrontation to come with those carriers.



He looked up at the combined forces commanders. "Gentlemen, we have a problem." He told them what they had just learned. "Out combined streingth might be able to hold them off if it's done well. But that many it will be diffucult. I think that air power will be the key to winning and so all carriers should start to move torads the invadeing forces. ground troops will be taken by whatever means to the beach head near al alamine. That is where we will be makeing our stand. I just hope that it will have the same luck for us as it had for churchill. If we do have a victory, it will make the battles of world war two look like a sparring match."

"I want all fighters launched and in the air heading for the carriers. According to intelligance, twenty is about half of what they have. If we can destroy them now it will give us a good chance of winning. Ground forces are to be relocated al alamine to stage for an assualt on this force. Cantact allied nations, they should send everything they have available this could be the decicive battle in the war for Earth."

[Gorb]

AI-12 crashed into the ground, although "crash" was a bit of a misnomer as Aerithansar didn't crash, that would be far too crude. Instead it went into a controlled dive, hit the dirt and rolled along the ground until it was picked up by the creature it was due to rendevous with.

"Query purpose?" Is your condition normal? Is your structure sound?"

++adapting to new life-form++

++researching language++

++definative language base lacking, further research needed++

"Are you okay, shell-creature? What exactly are you?"

[Mullertime]

"Kraken..." It replied back, setting the cyber up onto 2 feet.

"What is your condition? We have new forces ready to take the stronghold of England. The undergorund nuclear facility has to be located. We beleive it is London somewhere, as that is where the largest concentration of humans are gathering. That might be a distraction though. However, we have in our possession a large particle bomb. It's essentially a weaker nuclear bomb, without the radiation" It clicked to the robot.

"We await your command. Can your sensors locate out destination?"

[Warboss Antoni]

As the column advanced through Warsaw, they were met by more squads of Luxembourgh troops, and were supported by strafing super-TU-22s. Wave after wave of enemy was cut down, with no losses at all. The laser weaponry deployed by Luxembourgh was outstanding. The colum edged close and closer to the center of the capitol...
OOP: What if all the human players got together, formed an alliance, and it would be cool, and luxembourgh could have some secret project for a capitol ship, and we could have a big air battle ( with boarding and stuff )

[Vagyr Admiral]

The fighters landed close to where the AI went down, armed with heavy plasma guns and battle arnor that where stored inside their'e fighter they moved to the Crash location, it was gone...

"How is this possible?..." One of them said

"I don't care: Disperce and find that slacker!" The apparent commander said

"Yes sir!" All others said

[Gorb]

"I am fine. My energy core repairs damage done to my exoskeleton and infrastructure. I remain virtually unharmed. I will try to locate the bunker. An underground facility means heat vents located towards the top of the structure."

++scanning area++

++33 heat residues found++

++2 match strength of large facility, however only 1 appears to be underground++

"The nuclear bunker has being located. Follow me, and watch out for the humanoid machines that fly from above. The ground-walking troops shouldn't be too much of a problem." AI-12 started moving south, its long legs moving gracefully, glinting in the sunlight. The tell-tale glint was obscured by a healthy dose of London smog, fortunately.

[Mullertime]

The location where AI-12 was walking, seemed a bit away from London. But in order to keep the British pinned in their capital city, Kraken roared over to the new recruits. They were ordered to lead an assault on the capital, and kill everything they could.
The creatures gleefully ran off, to locate and destroy their next target. There was a sizeable force there, but with a determined effort, the British might be able to fight them off. So Kraken and AI-12 were in a race against time to get to the bunker and launch the nukes, and await further command.

Kraken rushed off in pursuit of the cyber, raising it's crystal cannon in preparation as it did so. It kept a steely eye, pinned to the skies, looking out for any more aircraft which might threaten them again...

@Warboss Antoni

Nice idea. A final fight for earth. Well, if me and Gorbs mission works out, several rockets will be launched, thus forcing most of the earth to unite for one final stand :)

[Vagyr Admiral]

OOC: Sorry Just have to do this :science:

IC: Kraken saw in the distance... he coud se something... It was a torpedo headed right towards him!

"This is the norwegian air force, we are here to defend our british allies surrender or be destroyed!"

Severel dozen fighters appeared at once firing they're missiles at the invaders.

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"Sir we found tracks of the the AI"

"Follow it then, Load your plasma rifles this'l be hot."

They saw AI looming in the distance

"Open fire!"

the guns fired out rays of "Bulets" that went the speed of light the AI Was hit instantly heading towards them.

"Target the baldes and the head!"

AI was approaching very quikly...

@Warboss antony: The USA have got a Capital ship project to :P

[Mullertime]

OOC: Eeeeeeeew....Evil...

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IC:

Seeing the rocket heading directly towards it, Kraken open-fired on the projectile with the crystal cannon.
The shell exploded a few metres away from it. Kraken was caught in the blast, but was only hit by the edge of the explosion.
Easing itself back onto its feet, Kraken sent out a distress call to the other troops. The forces attacking the British army would segment off and send some forces back to aid its commander.

In the mean time, Kraken and the AI had to survive...

It saw the plasma bolts shoot past it in the direction of the AI.

With a roar, Kraken directed the gas-canister launcher at the floor, and flooded the area with a thick, toxic haze of smoke, partially shrouding the 2 from incoming fire.
As the bolts continued to rattle through, Kraken raised the canister launcher, and fired a few shots in the direction of the plasma bolts. Even if the gas didn't hit or kill them, the smoke wold make it harder to see.

Just then, several missiles exploded around them, throwing Kraken off hit feet and skidding along the floor.
It received a rough translation of the Norwegian Airforce, and hissed at it heard the recording.
Straight away, it locked onto where the voice was coming from, and blasted several rounds of its crystal cannon at it.
He heard a muffled scream emit from the loudspeaker, as the plane started to fluctuate and head down.

Standing back up, Kraken called out to the Ai, whcih was currenlty dogding the incoming fire.
It leapt over to it, as the AI grabbed it and threw Kraken into the air.

Flying up, Karken manouvered himself towards the jets, and fire a few rounds to help propell it in the right direction. As it hurtled towards the jet, it drew both its swords, and crashed through the window of the first jet, cutting apart the pilot instantly. Kraken grabbed the joystick, and aimmediately directed the plane into another one of the jets.
It leapt out of the cockpit, and drove a sword into the wing of a nearby jet. The plane shook about, trying to throw it off. But it hung on, and pulled itself up. As it good a good hold on the wing, it lifted its crystal cannon, and fired at the pilot.
As the pilot was shredded by broken glass and diamond razors, the jet veered off, and threw Kraken off

As it plummetted towwards the ground, it fired off a few more random blasts of its crystal cannon at the jets, hoping to hit a few more of them...

[Vagyr Admiral]

Another one of the jets used the oportunity to fire at Kraken with its Machine gun hitting it many times eventually when over it launching a bomb...

"Comme on Guys, gotta aim better!"

As the commander of thegroup aimed he fired hitting one of the blades, destroying it entirely.

"That's how it's done! Now concentrate on the AI I'm sure the aircraft will kill that alien Bastard!"

As the others noded as he fired another volley

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"Hindenburg, the situation is quikly getting out of control on the british isles..." The man was cut off brutaly by hindenburg.

"Send this letter to the Pentagon, we hit those aliens where it hurts!"

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At the same time hundreds of vehicles entered vast transport ships heading straittowards england

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At the river thames The norvegian navy slowly drifted in as more aircraft started swarming. The Norwegians had refined they're mlitary to such eextent because of the constant fear the Americans or anyone else would invade it, it's population was low, only 5 billion but it had some of the newest weapons available...

[Mullertime]

Landing in a crumpled heap on the floor, Kraken eased itself up, as it saw the shattered remains of one of its blades. It looked up at the jets and roared.
Unfortunately, the gunfire had wounded it, and it would take some time to heal. It winced and sat back down, trying to quickly recover.

Just then, a huge roar was heard in the background. Kraken spun round to see the army it had requisitioned, returning to aid it.
Filled with a new fervour, it stood and roared, aiming its remaining sword at the aircraft.
The other creatures roared back, and immediately open fired on the aircraft. Several looted SAM missiles were launched in the direction of the aggressors.
The plasma-gun infantry were tracked down and torn apart by loyal followers, as Kraken watched the situation with glee.
A rumble and a huge explosion soon broke the joy. The pursuing British army had come to engage them. They had moved from their stronghold to fight the aliens here and now. Huge forces lumbered their way over towards the new beings.
With a nother roar, Kraken pointed its followers to the new foes, and with a mighty charged, they lunged towards the army. Kraken stood back and fired several bolts of its crystal cannon at the new forces.

The battle raged on, and realising its objective, Kraken leapt into the mellee, and darted through it to not attract any attention. It loacted the cyber and ran over towards it, whilst the army were occupied here, Kraken and the AI would finish their mission...

[Gorb]

OOC: I hope that Vagyr Admiral's troops are not endless. Remember, high command isn't going to divert all available forces to deal with just 2 of the enemy. The main alien army is attacking as well; that's where 95% of Earth's armed forces are. In the greater scale of things, Aerithansar and the Kraken are unoticeably small. Will post IC in a bit.

[Raver]

OOC:
population was low, only 5 billion

OVERPOPULATION! FTW!

[VladimirNikolai]

I'm assuming you meant 5 million. That would be low. 5 billion is almost as much as we have at the moment on EARTH. :P

[Vagyr Admiral]

Ah! You mean why i send the aemy to britain? Yo defend it from the invaders :S

[Mullertime]

OOC: That's a point, we did call in some back-up :p
But they'll only be so big. We can take 'em ;)

[Vagyr Admiral]

From the river thames Norwegian destroyers bombarded the aliens as the plasma troopers suffer more and more casualties, the fight for the plasma troops gets more and more desperat hoping for reinforcements soon...

No time to post much soz