Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26535281-20161014000213/@comment-26295802-20161018164408

Travian Sackett wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Travian Sackett wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Travian Sackett wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Travian Sackett wrote: Many signals come in of CI captains giving their gratitude, for even though they can put up a fight on the ground the CI have virtually no air or space assets. 'Tell the CI commanders to start getting their evacuations going, if they still plan on leaving. Chūi, I want an analysis on the MAF ships.'

'Shushō, their ships are essentially weapon-platforms with a bit of starship tacked on. No shields, or minimal. They appear to use swarm tactics as their main form of assault.'

'Can interdiction cannons track them at this range?'

'They're outside effective firing range for interdiction shells, Shushō. I recommend launching neutronic torpedoes to cripple their vessels.'

'Snap to it, Chūi.'

'Ryōkai.'

Sizzling trails of green energy begin to streak across space, each one marking a neutron-based torpedo.

'Chūi, signal fighters and tell them to regroup into attack pattern Kyū.'

'Karasu Squadron, you heard the captain. Reform.'

'Rikai, Chūi.'

As the CI watch, several dozen fighters break off from the main engagement and form a complex pattern, designed for piercing enemy formations. The captains cheer for the Consortium but cry out in fear and anger as MAF ships begin boarding the evacuation vehicles. This is the CI area of expertise. 'Chūi, I want those MAF ships dropped. Now, please.'

'Ryokai.'

Several blue plasma blasts shift aim to bombarding with pinpoint accuracy on the ascending MAF boarding ships, while the remainder continue to pour fire into the assault fleet.

'Shushō, I have another Consortium signature approaching.'

'Nani?'

'It's... a Kyozetsu-class? The Kawahara.'

'What's a full-fledged battleship doing here, of all places? We already have a Shijō-class.'

'Shushō, they're coming out of voidspace now.'

With a flicker of pseudomotion and a flash of purple-blue light, a massive vessel several times larger than the Shijō-class dreadnought appears in the midst of the fleet. It immediately begins laying down fire, sending thousands of blue streaks of light across space to slam into the MAF vessels. The remaining CI warfleet forms up around it and combats the MAF alongside these unlikely allies. 'Shushō, it looks like the remaining CI fleet has rallied around the Kawahara.'

'Keep firing until the MAF retreats. Don't let up: We have more firepower than they do at this stage.' The MAF never let up, if anything they get stronger as your suprise wears off. Soon their craft blot out the stars. Suddenly, without warning, a huge fleet comes out of hyperspace. It's made up of mostly merchant vessals and out-of-date, but still deadly, battleships. They're white, with the tell-tale crimson cross emblazoned on the side.

"Androcles, prepare to engage whatever the heck is assaulting The CI fleet! Tonight we fuel our ships on Texas!