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Hewitt · 30 Apr 2005, 13:33

ooc: I was going to do a bit on my characters viewpoint on what PK wrote but erm, yeah...

*Al'thor (dunno how one being can be in two places at once, even if they are spideron

) looked down at the unconscious Jihad leader with mild disgust. The human at his feet that lay covered in dirt and dust from the surrounding battle had openly made it clear what he thought of all races other than terran and in the end the one race in this entire universe he respected turned out to be his downfall. Al'thor chuckled at this irony as he bent down and roughly picked up the limp body, throwing KH over his shoulder firefighter-style.*

"Sssierra one, this is Wraith two. I have the package over."

"Roger that Wraith two. Deliver the package asss ordered over."

"Acknowledged Sssierra one. Wraith two out."

*Al'thor swung around plasma rifle in one hand, KH in the other and started heading back towards the temporary spideron base. However, when he tried to re-activate the holo-generator on his back nothing happened. He tried again but still nothing. Looking back, Al'thor discovered the generator was mared by hideous plasma scarring... in short, the hi-tech device was literally toasted.

Al'thor lets loose with a few unpleasant phrases in native spideron.

Despite losing the advantage of stealth, Al'thor decides to press on and begins at a steady trot down a nearby street towards the LZ. He is about to call for back up when he spots an odd cloud of dust... moving in the opposite direction to the breeze.*

"Crasssusss."

*The cloud of dust shimmers for a few seconds before disapating to reveal the other spideron commando. Crasus indicates a large block of duracrete debris and simply nodding Al'thor makes his way towards it. While he moves quickly towards cover Crasus is slower, limping heavily. Al'thor arrives to the block first, soon followed by Crasus, and together they both crouch down behind the block of debris and out of sight.*

"How are you feeling there Crasssuss?"

"I'm fine, jussst a few busssted legsss... *Indicates to three very badly burned and broken legs* nothing major. You?"

"Better, ssslight whack to the head and a bit of a sssinged back... *points out the third degree plasma burns* holo'sss fried though."

"You want sssome cover?"

"Yesss pleassse."

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Waypoint Sierra, temporary spideron base within Nexus Prime...

*Everything seems to have gone off without a hitch. Soon after the only true secret shuttle had landed, the rear deployment hatches had burst open releasing the spideron vehicles within. They now sat in five small groups protecting the shuttle which had been quickly been setup as a makeshift HQ. Meanwhile, those few heavy immoblisers that hadn't gone with captain ss'nofield had been busy digging in a taking over a number of terran buildings close by to assist with the defence. With no enemy airforce by now, the masses forces of the spideron air armada circled around the base while the multitude of gunships and transports took up various positions covering all possible paths towards the base. In short, the simple shuttle had become a virtual fortress.*

Inside the shuttle...

*The designated commander for the base operations in this mission was Sales Commander Devon Tirkin. Having only recently graduated from the executive traders academy this was Tirkin's first real assignment... and so far it was proving to be a fairly simple one.*

"..knowledged Sssierra one. Wraith two out."

*Tirkin stood over the shuttles comm officer with a big grin on his face, this mission might've been simple but he could tell with just how well it was all going this was going to get him a lot of creditablity. Of course, he had no idea what this 'package' was nor did he have any idea that captain ss'nofield was the real spider in charge here but then respected trader Hewitt always figured his people worked harder when they assumed they were something special.*

"Excellent.... sssoon this will be all over and we ssspideron will look like herosss..."

"Sir. I'm getting reports of enemy forces taking heavy losses. The battle should be over soon."

"Good. This might be a good opportunity to fully test out the new liquidator tanks... send a dispatch. All liquidator tanks are to move out and engage the enemy. They will each be escorted by two units of solicitors."

"Aye sir."

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Somewhere above the Jihad forces...

"Deceiver one here, contactsss sssighted at three three zero low. Moving to engage..."

*The spideron shuttle pilots flying the new prototype deceivers were having an absolute ball. Unknown to their spideron commanders the newly formed gunship crews had a pool running with the winner the crew that scored the most confirmed kills over the period of the battle. The crew of deceiver one were behind the leader by fifteen kills.*

"Alright! Vehicles and infantry in the open we're gonna win for sure!"

*The crew of deceiver one had sighted one of the last groups of the jihad forces that had decided to make a suicide run. The crew didn't know this however, but that didn't stop them from turning around the modified shuttle. The omnious black shuttle, with many more spikes than usual, was hurling recklessly down the main street of nexus prime before the suicide group noticed them.*

"Here we come! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!"

*The deceiver was now moving at a steady rate down the centre of the street barely ten metres off the ground when all six turrets moved into position and took aim. The missile turrets were the first to open up, sending a continuous barrage of missiles towards the lightly armoured troops. As these began exploding all around the suicide force the large twin mounted photon cannons opened up and suddenly, amongst the screams of dying infantry three warhogs were distingrated. Another millisecond later the second round of photon fire remove three more. Lastly, the rapid-fire tri-plasma turret opens up, ripping into anything that hasn't been obliterated by the deadly rain of explosive missiles and the powerful barrages from the photon cannons. By now the deceiver shuttle has slowed it's approach to match that of the now fleeing jihad forces.

The barrage continues for a full three minutes.

"How many did we get?"

"Hang on, hang on I'm going over the video filesss now... whoa... we jussst wiped out an entire ssstrike group, three warhog battle unitsss and at least four infantry sssquadsss. Dang."

*Silence fills the shuttle.*

"That meansss....... we're now over hundred killsss ahead! YEAH!! We are ssso gonna party tonight!"

*Everyone in the shuttle cheers enthusiatically as the deceiver sails away from the carnage it has wrought. Although they do not realise it, they just saved the terran aircraft factory from distruction.*

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A few minutes later, in another section of Nexus Prime...

*Having been given the order to move out but not yet being able to encounter any significant force, the liquidator tank crews all make a unimous decision and decide to converge on the last main fragment of the battle. At roughly the same time the experiemental battletanks arrive at a number of enterances into the town square where the last of the Jihad infantry are dug in around the command centre. Determined to fight on until the end they are frustrating the hell out of the surrounding terran command forces, and have thus far prevented any attempt to storm the command centre where the much dispised jihad leader, Lord Commander Klavohunter, is said to be holding out (heh heh heh

). When the spideron juggernauts with their gunship escorts arrive on the scene, both sides are busy taking pot shots at one another from various covering positions. Needless to say, it's not very long before they are contacted by the strike leader.
After a few minutes of radio chatter a plan is quickly devised and soon the giant experimental titan-tanks find themselves the focal points for the terran command assault effort. As the liquadators begin to move towards the square and the fortified enemy forces beyond the solicitors hovering above break off and fly head long into the square all weapons blazing. As the gunships keep the enemy bunkered down the giant liquadators roll into the area acting as mobile cover for the assaulting terran command forces. Jihad forces, realising the danger of this latest movement focus whatever fire they can get out under the solicitor barrage at the lumbering spideron beasts. However, the liquadator armour is incredibly strong and the spadoric weapons fire does little more than chip the paint work. One tank gets whacked by anti-tank fire however, and although the round does little more than scare the absolute shit out of the spideron crew within, the gunner decides to show his annoyance by aimming at the point where the round came from and letting loose with a the combined power of the three heavy weapons in his tanks main mounting. The result is a devastating blue/green blast that slams into the armoured shielding of the command structure, ripping right into it and more than likely vapourising any hapless jihad soldier within ten metres of the hybrid energy beam. The other liquidator tanks follow suit, their own powerful cannons smahing away at the jihad defensive positions. With five huge gaping tears in their defensive ring, the jihad forces are forced to back off as the loss of protection leaves them vulnerable to the following plasma and missile fire from the auxillaries, not to mention the persist solicitors hammering away from above. Soon, the liquidators draw up to the openings and with a word of thanks from the terran strike leader the assault troopers storm the command complex.

With more than enough data gathered, the testing is considered complete and the spideron tank crews started heading back to the sierra waypoint.

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Sierra Waypoint, inside the shuttle HQ...

*Leftentants Al'thor and Crasus stood across from Sales Commander Tirkin as they explained the last details of the mission. Between them, now in full restraints, lies the still unconscious Klavohunter. The numerous wounds on the two assassins slowly begin to heal themselves as the debriefing draws to a close.*

"...and that's it sir. We lost all three heavy immobliser platoons to the jihad suicide attack but Crasus and I were able to escape from the blast and together we proceeded to track down and detain the 'package'."

"I see, and what of Captain Ss'nofield."

"He... passed away sir."

"Oh. How sad. I'll relay the bad news to the respected trader. As for you two I guess congratulations are in order."

"The mission isn't over yet sir."

"No, no, of courssse. But you'd have to do a pretty hard job to ssstuff it up. Anyway, I guessssss from what you have both told me you ssshould take thisss pathetic creature here to the nearessst creditor and get moving to the rendevousss point with the receiver force. I have word from the delta force commander, hisss forcesss have finally arrived and are presssently assssssisssting the terran command forcesss root out the last remaining pocketsss of resssissstance. I've called them here, they will take over the defenssse and from there we can load up the ssshuttle and move out. The infantry are already preparing to move out ssso by the time you get moving the entire creditor group ssshould be ready for extraction. Group epsillion will essscort you to the rendevous and once you've meet up with the receiver force they will return and essscort the remainder of the extraction force and group delta back to bassse. We'll probably meet up with you before we reach Ssspider City however, underssstood?"

"Yesss sssir!"

"Yesss commander..."

"Good. Disssmissssssed then."

*Not long after Al'thor and Crasus are on board a creditior chopper with their prize resting between them. When the message is received that all spideron infantry are good to go, Crasus give the signal to the pilot and soon all the transport craft are pulling up off the ground and veering away from waypoint sierra. Up in the sky, the massed airforces of group epsillion move around them into escort positions and together the two forces head off in a westily direction towards the rendevous point.*

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Spider City, Landing bay 3...

*Respected trader Hewitt stepped off his secret shuttle with his honor guard feeling rather pleased with himself. The mission had been an outstanding success thus far and Captain Ss'nofield had managed to "pass away" which was the secret codeword devised earlier between himself and the special forces group to indicate Ss'nofield had commenced his primary mission, the real reason for this whole operation. He looked out towards the setting sun and grinned despite himself.*

"I think I might treat myself tonight... Chancellor, have ssspideron resssources bring up sssome ssslave girlsss to my chamber."

"*Bows* Yesss ressspected trader."

30 Apr 2005, 13:33	#252
Hewitt The Aussie Dragon Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: Brisvegas Posts: 1,248	Re: Colonies: The Return to Alsar Prime ooc: I was going to do a bit on my characters viewpoint on what PK wrote but erm, yeah... *Al'thor (dunno how one being can be in two places at once, even if they are spideron ) looked down at the unconscious Jihad leader with mild disgust. The human at his feet that lay covered in dirt and dust from the surrounding battle had openly made it clear what he thought of all races other than terran and in the end the one race in this entire universe he respected turned out to be his downfall. Al'thor chuckled at this irony as he bent down and roughly picked up the limp body, throwing KH over his shoulder firefighter-style.* "Sssierra one, this is Wraith two. I have the package over." "Roger that Wraith two. Deliver the package asss ordered over." "Acknowledged Sssierra one. Wraith two out." Al'thor swung around plasma rifle in one hand, KH in the other and started heading back towards the temporary spideron base. However, when he tried to re-activate the holo-generator on his back nothing happened. He tried again but still nothing. Looking back, Al'thor discovered the generator was mared by hideous plasma scarring... in short, the hi-tech device was literally toasted. Al'thor lets loose with a few unpleasant phrases in native spideron. Despite losing the advantage of stealth, Al'thor decides to press on and begins at a steady trot down a nearby street towards the LZ. He is about to call for back up when he spots an odd cloud of dust... moving in the opposite direction to the breeze. "Crasssusss." The cloud of dust shimmers for a few seconds before disapating to reveal the other spideron commando. Crasus indicates a large block of duracrete debris and simply nodding Al'thor makes his way towards it. While he moves quickly towards cover Crasus is slower, limping heavily. Al'thor arrives to the block first, soon followed by Crasus, and together they both crouch down behind the block of debris and out of sight. "How are you feeling there Crasssuss?" "I'm fine, jussst a few busssted legsss... Indicates to three very badly burned and broken legs nothing major. You?" "Better, ssslight whack to the head and a bit of a sssinged back... points out the third degree plasma burns holo'sss fried though." "You want sssome cover?" "Yesss pleassse." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Waypoint Sierra, temporary spideron base within Nexus Prime... Everything seems to have gone off without a hitch. Soon after the only true secret shuttle had landed, the rear deployment hatches had burst open releasing the spideron vehicles within. They now sat in five small groups protecting the shuttle which had been quickly been setup as a makeshift HQ. Meanwhile, those few heavy immoblisers that hadn't gone with captain ss'nofield had been busy digging in a taking over a number of terran buildings close by to assist with the defence. With no enemy airforce by now, the masses forces of the spideron air armada circled around the base while the multitude of gunships and transports took up various positions covering all possible paths towards the base. In short, the simple shuttle had become a virtual fortress. Inside the shuttle... The designated commander for the base operations in this mission was Sales Commander Devon Tirkin. Having only recently graduated from the executive traders academy this was Tirkin's first real assignment... and so far it was proving to be a fairly simple one. "..knowledged Sssierra one. Wraith two out." Tirkin stood over the shuttles comm officer with a big grin on his face, this mission might've been simple but he could tell with just how well it was all going this was going to get him a lot of creditablity. Of course, he had no idea what this 'package' was nor did he have any idea that captain ss'nofield was the real spider in charge here but then respected trader Hewitt always figured his people worked harder when they assumed they were something special. "Excellent.... sssoon this will be all over and we ssspideron will look like herosss..." "Sir. I'm getting reports of enemy forces taking heavy losses. The battle should be over soon." "Good. This might be a good opportunity to fully test out the new liquidator tanks... send a dispatch. All liquidator tanks are to move out and engage the enemy. They will each be escorted by two units of solicitors." "Aye sir." ------------------------------------------------------------- Somewhere above the Jihad forces... "Deceiver one here, contactsss sssighted at three three zero low. Moving to engage..." The spideron shuttle pilots flying the new prototype deceivers were having an absolute ball. Unknown to their spideron commanders the newly formed gunship crews had a pool running with the winner the crew that scored the most confirmed kills over the period of the battle. The crew of deceiver one were behind the leader by fifteen kills. "Alright! Vehicles and infantry in the open we're gonna win for sure!" The crew of deceiver one had sighted one of the last groups of the jihad forces that had decided to make a suicide run. The crew didn't know this however, but that didn't stop them from turning around the modified shuttle. The omnious black shuttle, with many more spikes than usual, was hurling recklessly down the main street of nexus prime before the suicide group noticed them. "Here we come! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!" The deceiver was now moving at a steady rate down the centre of the street barely ten metres off the ground when all six turrets moved into position and took aim. The missile turrets were the first to open up, sending a continuous barrage of missiles towards the lightly armoured troops. As these began exploding all around the suicide force the large twin mounted photon cannons opened up and suddenly, amongst the screams of dying infantry three warhogs were distingrated. Another millisecond later the second round of photon fire remove three more. Lastly, the rapid-fire tri-plasma turret opens up, ripping into anything that hasn't been obliterated by the deadly rain of explosive missiles and the powerful barrages from the photon cannons. By now the deceiver shuttle has slowed it's approach to match that of the now fleeing jihad forces. The barrage continues for a full three minutes. "How many did we get?" "Hang on, hang on I'm going over the video filesss now... whoa... we jussst wiped out an entire ssstrike group, three warhog battle unitsss and at least four infantry sssquadsss. Dang." Silence fills the shuttle.* "That meansss....... we're now over hundred killsss ahead! YEAH!! We are ssso gonna party tonight!" Everyone in the shuttle cheers enthusiatically as the deceiver sails away from the carnage it has wrought. Although they do not realise it, they just saved the terran aircraft factory from distruction. -------------------------------------------------- A few minutes later, in another section of Nexus Prime... Having been given the order to move out but not yet being able to encounter any significant force, the liquidator tank crews all make a unimous decision and decide to converge on the last main fragment of the battle. At roughly the same time the experiemental battletanks arrive at a number of enterances into the town square where the last of the Jihad infantry are dug in around the command centre. Determined to fight on until the end they are frustrating the hell out of the surrounding terran command forces, and have thus far prevented any attempt to storm the command centre where the much dispised jihad leader, Lord Commander Klavohunter, is said to be holding out (heh heh heh ). When the spideron juggernauts with their gunship escorts arrive on the scene, both sides are busy taking pot shots at one another from various covering positions. Needless to say, it's not very long before they are contacted by the strike leader. After a few minutes of radio chatter a plan is quickly devised and soon the giant experimental titan-tanks find themselves the focal points for the terran command assault effort. As the liquadators begin to move towards the square and the fortified enemy forces beyond the solicitors hovering above break off and fly head long into the square all weapons blazing. As the gunships keep the enemy bunkered down the giant liquadators roll into the area acting as mobile cover for the assaulting terran command forces. Jihad forces, realising the danger of this latest movement focus whatever fire they can get out under the solicitor barrage at the lumbering spideron beasts. However, the liquadator armour is incredibly strong and the spadoric weapons fire does little more than chip the paint work. One tank gets whacked by anti-tank fire however, and although the round does little more than scare the absolute shit out of the spideron crew within, the gunner decides to show his annoyance by aimming at the point where the round came from and letting loose with a the combined power of the three heavy weapons in his tanks main mounting. The result is a devastating blue/green blast that slams into the armoured shielding of the command structure, ripping right into it and more than likely vapourising any hapless jihad soldier within ten metres of the hybrid energy beam. The other liquidator tanks follow suit, their own powerful cannons smahing away at the jihad defensive positions. With five huge gaping tears in their defensive ring, the jihad forces are forced to back off as the loss of protection leaves them vulnerable to the following plasma and missile fire from the auxillaries, not to mention the persist solicitors hammering away from above. Soon, the liquidators draw up to the openings and with a word of thanks from the terran strike leader the assault troopers storm the command complex. With more than enough data gathered, the testing is considered complete and the spideron tank crews started heading back to the sierra waypoint. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sierra Waypoint, inside the shuttle HQ...* Leftentants Al'thor and Crasus stood across from Sales Commander Tirkin as they explained the last details of the mission. Between them, now in full restraints, lies the still unconscious Klavohunter. The numerous wounds on the two assassins slowly begin to heal themselves as the debriefing draws to a close. "...and that's it sir. We lost all three heavy immobliser platoons to the jihad suicide attack but Crasus and I were able to escape from the blast and together we proceeded to track down and detain the 'package'." "I see, and what of Captain Ss'nofield." "He... passed away sir." "Oh. How sad. I'll relay the bad news to the respected trader. As for you two I guess congratulations are in order." "The mission isn't over yet sir." "No, no, of courssse. But you'd have to do a pretty hard job to ssstuff it up. Anyway, I guessssss from what you have both told me you ssshould take thisss pathetic creature here to the nearessst creditor and get moving to the rendevousss point with the receiver force. I have word from the delta force commander, hisss forcesss have finally arrived and are presssently assssssisssting the terran command forcesss root out the last remaining pocketsss of resssissstance. I've called them here, they will take over the defenssse and from there we can load up the ssshuttle and move out. The infantry are already preparing to move out ssso by the time you get moving the entire creditor group ssshould be ready for extraction. Group epsillion will essscort you to the rendevous and once you've meet up with the receiver force they will return and essscort the remainder of the extraction force and group delta back to bassse. We'll probably meet up with you before we reach Ssspider City however, underssstood?" "Yesss sssir!" "Yesss commander..." "Good. Disssmissssssed then." Not long after Al'thor and Crasus are on board a creditior chopper with their prize resting between them. When the message is received that all spideron infantry are good to go, Crasus give the signal to the pilot and soon all the transport craft are pulling up off the ground and veering away from waypoint sierra. Up in the sky, the massed airforces of group epsillion move around them into escort positions and together the two forces head off in a westily direction towards the rendevous point. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Spider City, Landing bay 3... Respected trader Hewitt stepped off his secret shuttle with his honor guard feeling rather pleased with himself. The mission had been an outstanding success thus far and Captain Ss'nofield had managed to "pass away" which was the secret codeword devised earlier between himself and the special forces group to indicate Ss'nofield had commenced his primary mission, the real* reason for this whole operation. He looked out towards the setting sun and grinned despite himself.* "I think I might treat myself tonight... Chancellor, have ssspideron resssources bring up sssome ssslave girlsss to my chamber." "Bows Yesss ressspected trader." __________________ Nationstates nations New Dracora Teian Point "One hour of thinking is better than 70 years of divine service." - Muhammad Viva la TITO!