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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 22, 2008 0:16:07 GMT -5
The RNS Polar Star, a Picard-Class cruiser exited hyperspace over the planet of cal after having received a short range distress call from the planet on their hypercom. Commander Jones stood on the bridge of his new command and looked through the view port at the planet below.
"Full sensor scan, find me the location of that distress beacon." Commander Jones ordered. His sensor crew hurried to their work and started scanning the planet.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 22, 2008 3:35:44 GMT -5
"signal source located Commander" The Polar Star's sensor officer declared. It's on the planets surface. It's surrounded by life forms, but of what kind i'm not exactly sure."
"Helm bring us in to low orbit so we can get a better scan. Get the troops to their pods and prepare to deploy them. I want troops ready to go in 1 hour." Commander Jones said.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 22, 2008 4:10:22 GMT -5
The sensor officer activated the bridges holographic display. "Commander, i have a visual scan of the site. There appears to be whats left of a battle cruiser down there. The vessel's been cannibalized."
Commander Jones looked at the holoimage for a moment. It was a battle cruiser alright. A Sledgehammer class. It's hull was torn open in several places and mounds of dirt and mud surrounded the grounded hulk. Something had made this thing it's home. "I want ODP's dropped two klicks south and the kappa's loaded with droids. We'll deploy them to the north east and approach from two directions."
The comm officer turned to the commander. "Commander, the distress signal just went active again. They really cranked up the juice this time. I don't doubt that every ship in the sector is going to get it."
Commander Jones nodded. "Call Sector Control and let them know of our situation. If others find out theres a possible crashed ship down here we'll have scavengers and pirates all over the place, so ask for some small forces for patrols. Call in the fighter squadrons designated to cover us. I want them flying a screen inside the system looking for possible interlopers."
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 22, 2008 7:00:27 GMT -5
Sergent Dorian Fawks felt the jarring impact of his Orbital Drop Pod as it slammed into the ground. The hatch exploded outward as the release charged detonated and he climbed out of the pod, his powered armor carried him out of the still red hot exterior of the pod. He hefted his heavy blaster rifle off his back and looked around for the rest of his company. Another pod landed a few dozen hards to his left, and a third landed ahead of him.
After a few minutes the red triangle designating the company commander popped up on his HUD. He orientated himself towards it and started walking.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 22, 2008 8:42:27 GMT -5
Dorian marched across the landscape and linked up with the other 50 members of his company. they had all been dropped without incident. Lieutenant Page stood at the center of the tactical circle as the members of Victor Company formed up.
"Sqaud one and two, on flanking positions" The lieutenant shouted over the comlink. "Sergent, take your team and get on point. I want us on the objective before dawn."
Dorian saluted quickly and rounded the other three men under his command. They walked to the forefront of the combat formation and took the lead. At the rate they could march over open ground, they'd cover the few kilometers in 15 minutes. Dorian checked the charge on his blaster rifle. It was ready to fire and fully charged. He could melt through a starship hull with this baby.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 22, 2008 9:27:52 GMT -5
"Sergent!!! Whiskey Company has already reached the objective! I wanted that first place flag Sergent." Dorian heard the Lieutenant yell inside his helmet.
"Sorry Lieutenant, we're in uncharted terrain on an alien world, i didn't want to lead the company into an ambush sir." Dorian responded. If it was one thing he hated, it was officers who wanted to play games with eachother at the expense of their men.
"Well, by god we had better get set up before then. Sergent i want your squad to scout ahead while we set up a perimeter. You see any sign of hostile action report it and hold your position. for a coordinated attack." The lieutenant ordered.
Dorian double keyed his comm in acknowledgment and rounded up his men for a scouting evolution.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 22, 2008 12:13:33 GMT -5
Dorian looked over the hill he and his squad were hiding behind, down into the valley the crashed battlecruiser was nestled in. From where they were, they could see the ship clearly. It was a sledgehammer class battlecruiser that had crashed on the surface of the planet some time ago. It's central spine was sheared nearly in half and impact trauma had crinkled the forward part of the ship up like an empty can.
"Ships that size were never meant for atmospheric flight." Dorian said over the com to his squad mates.
"I got contacts, lower valley, just under the engines." one of Dorian's squad mates said.
Dorian magnified his vision on his HUD and looked. There was definably something down there. Around one of the mounds that had formed around the crash site there seemed to be figures moving back and forth. Dorian didn't like it, they didn't look humanoid which probably meant they were some bizzare alien race that they'd have trouble communicating with.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 22, 2008 13:52:15 GMT -5
"Lieutenant, i got contacts. lots of them. They're swarming all over the lower valley by the crashed ships engines. looks like they're moving in and out of the wreck, hauling equipment to and from it. Looks kinda weird." Dorian reported.
"Sergent, we have a positive ID on the contacts. You are to target on sight and eliminate any threat. Do you understand me?" The lieutenant came back.
"Sir, thats fine, but might i ask who they are?" Dorian responded.
"No you may not Sergent. That information is classified, even above my level. This comes strait from Commander Jones. His orders are to shoot on sight and to keep our helmets on, apparently he's worried about some kind of biological contamination." The lieutenant said. "Get your men set up on the western side of the valley to cover our left flanks."
Dorian double clicked his com and signaled his men to follow him. He didn't like not knowing what he was up against, but if its bad enough that diplomats aren't even brought in, he figured it was just as good that they were going to burn them down anyway.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 22, 2008 15:11:41 GMT -5
Dorian and his squad marched over the hill on the left flank of his company. there were 50 of them in Victor company and they were charging the hill in a battle phalanx. Dorian and his men were in a diamond formation off to their left flank.
"Droids inbound." the Lieutenant shouted over the com. Dorian looked up to see two Kappa class drop ships fly overhead and land on the far side of the valley. A warning light on his HUD flashed and he looked back down at the ground. Multiple hostile contacts had formed up to meet the incoming threat.
"Incoming!" Dorian yelled. He shouldered his rifle and aimed. they weren't in range yet, but when they were, they'd get a mouthful.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 22, 2008 18:44:43 GMT -5
The battlefield lit up with the lights of dozens of blaster rifles being fired all at once. The contacts had closed to weapons range and the republic power troops opened fire. slaughtering a dozen on the front line, but still they came. Another salvo of blaster rifle fire and a dozen more contacts fell, yet still they came. two grenade strikes and another salvo and finally the contacts seemed to be pushed back.
"Hold your ground troopers" the lieutenant ordered. "Hold until the droids can out flank them from behind."
Dorian could get a good look at them now. they were insectoids, some were to meters tall, some as small as a persons thumb. They charged with wild abandon, yes Dorian could see they had some sense of coordination. Coordination denoted intelligence. And intelligence, meant that these enemies were far deadlier then they were leading the troopers to believe.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 22, 2008 20:37:44 GMT -5
"This is first sergent Devros of Whiskey company. We're being overrun, they got the lieutenant. they came up from the ground!" A paniced voice said over the general com band.
"Sergent Devros, hold tight, we're sending backup. Sergent Dorian, take your men and reinforce Whiskey's position!" The lieutenant ordered.
"Roger that sir." on our way. Dorian emptied a clip into an approaching insect and ran a ways down the hill to where Whiskey company had set up their defensive line. They were being hit hard from two flanks and the center of their line had crumbled. Dorian took aim with his rifle and attacked, hoping to draw the enemies left flank towards them.
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 25, 2008 14:01:43 GMT -5
Dorian slapped a new power cell into his rifle as he and his squad charged. Thanks to their added fire, Whiskey was regrouping.
"Hold what you got boys. This is going to get worse before it gets better." Dorian said to his squadmates.
He aimed down his rifle barrel and fired at another one of the insect looking aliens. This one was funny though, at a distance it kinda looked like a Twi'Lek. anyway, it fell under his fire just as well.
The lieutenants voice came over the com. "The droids are engaging the enemy on the far side of the valley. Kappa's are swinging over to give us air support. hold your ground marines!"
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 26, 2008 17:13:35 GMT -5
Dorian fired his rifle until it stopped. Out of gas, the weapon discharged energy into the focusing chamber with no effect. He pulled the weapon down and pulled a gas canister from a belt compartment. He removed the old canister and threw it away and replaced it with the new one. When he looked up he saw a mass of large, meter long insects charging him.
"Need some help here!" Dorian shouted as he started firing. the first of the insects fell under blaster fire but the second wave grew closer. just before the insects got within attack range of Dorian a Kappa class shuttle settled overhead and laser fire rained down on the bugs. Dorian batted one away with the butt of his rifle when it got to close and continued firing into the swarm.
One of the insects lanced out with a razor sharp forearm and stabbed him in the head. the limb punctured into his faceplate and breached it. he fired three shots into the insect at close range frying its abdomen. He pulled the insect leg from his faceplate and started backing away.
"Fall Back! There's to many of them. Fall back to the high ground and hold." Dorian commanded.
His lieutenants voice came back over the com. "Belay that order troopers. Hold your ground and wait for the droids to finish their flanking maneuver."
"Sir, there's to many, we can't hold long!" Dorian objected.
"Hold your ground i said. My Company won't lose ground to these bugs." The lieutenant shouted back.
Dorian scowled and continued to fight as the waves of insects continued to poor forth. He felt a rumble under his feet and glanced down. to his left a fissure has started to open up in the ground and he looked in horror as insectoid legs and feelers poked up out of the ground.
"Incoming!"
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Post by MikDaTv on Jul 26, 2008 19:45:21 GMT -5
"But Senator! My men are dieing down there just trying to fight these beasts, how do you think we can get a sample!" Commander Jones yelled. He had a hypercom link open with Senator Boshor from Kuat.
"I don't care if its hard on your men or not. The security council is unanimous. We want one for study. So pull your men back into orbit, take a sample of the population and hammer the site from orbit." Senator Boshor said.
"Sir, the republic does not bombard new species into the ground! We should at least open communications with them, find out if they're really hostile." Commander Jones said.
"Commander, they're hostile. We know, we've dealt with them before. You wouldn't know, its above your pay grade. Suffice to say, we consider them a major threat, so pull your men back and bombard the site." Boshor insisted.
"Yes sir. but i will be making a formal complaint of this before the war council." Commander Jones said.
"Very well, have it your way commander. Just bring us our sample and erase them from the surface of the planet." Bashor said and then without another word, he cut the link.
Commander Jones sat down in his command chair and started issuing the orders to pick his troops up.
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Post by Odan Thos on Jul 27, 2008 0:05:05 GMT -5
Out of hyperspace a lone Y-35 exited in the middle of the system. Once out it fired up all three engines and headed straight for Cal. The ship's shields where not activated and it was at maximum thrust from all the engines. It was clear most of the safety protocols on the hyperdrive and main computer where deactivated. The ship itself remained radio silent and the only thing it was broadcasting was it's transponder. It headed straight from the planet, not even changing course do to the fact that the Polar Star and several wings of fighters where in its way.
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