MercyFallout

I would tip my hat off to MCXA if they managed to one-up The Legion.

Legion lost it all during a war. MCXA is losing it all during peace.

OOC: And now you see why Sargun and I are on vacation. Enjoy Hawk.

OOC: Due to problems with Lavo's current RL health, I'm going to temporarily freeze this roleplay and his nation in general. Its no fun roleplaying when the guy who you are roleplaying with is really sick.

OOC: Memoria not Memorio. IC: "Understood Admiral Daala." Ziemke prayed that his boys would finish up on the station quickly. He didn't want to have to use his ship's firepower on a nearly defenseless target.

Though he had no capability to respond, the Emperor received word through what few remaining channels of communication in Shilla that Prussia had gone to war. He said upon hearing this, "My God, My God. There is far too much blood being shed." OOC: Rolls 11 71 13 98 83 = 3 Hits 72 20 14 85 53 = 2 Hits 24 68 90 91 82 = 4 Hits 14 65 63 79 46 = 3 Hits Total: 12/20 Missiles Hit

iFORK? I can live with that.

A chill ran down Ziemke's spine when he saw the ISS Invincible and her escorts coming about. He didn't quite know why. Still, he motioned to his comm officer to open a link to the flagship. As the face of Admiral Daala appeared on screen, Ziemke snapped to a stiff salute. "Captain Ziemke Adlai of the ISS Memoria en Ciel reporting. We have established a perimeter around the space station and have sent in our special force units to the station. They have secured the dock and have begun searching the station for supposed rebels. We have identified three likely rebels who have taken a young woman hostage. We are attempting to rectify the situation."

Ziemke's communications unit buzzed. He nodded and the link was established. It was his commander "on the ground". "Captain, we've tagged two probable rebels using the station's security cameras. They seem to be holding a young woman hostage and advancing carefully toward the docks." Ziemke hated the thought of hostages being used just so two people could escape. And this is why these rebel scum need to be taken out. "Dispatch five squads, rifles set to stun. Make sure you shoot straight." "Yes sir."

"Engage tractor beams and bring that ship into the hold. Have a tech team sweep the vessel and run background checks on those guys." "Aye aye sir." "How goes our strike in the station?" "Sir, looks like a few of the rebels have exposed themselves. Already station security cams show that they have shot a bartender and are trying to hold out in a bar." "Oh boy."

"This is the ISS Memoria en Ciel. This sector is currently under investigation for possible rebel activity. Your ship will power down its engines and await to be boarded. Failure to comply will result in further action." --- The Imperial shuttles began landing in the docks of Space Station Ceo. A few hundred members of the Imperial Special Forces spilled out and began securing the area. They were the best of the best. No rebels would escape this day.

"Captain! Unidentified vessel just blasted its way out of the station!" "Scramble the fighters. All ion cannons target and fire. Do not let that ship slip past us." "Captain, we are trying to hail the vessel now." "Keep trying. I want firing solutions now. If he doesn't respond in ten seconds, we will begin our barrage."

OOC: Mmk. We'll hold down the fort. IC: "Sounds like fun. You made it just in time for the fun too. Orient your vessel parallel to ours on the opposite side of the station. Any ships leaving are to be detained and boarded for inspection." Ziemke waved to his communications officer who cut the link to the Orion and opened up the channel with Ceo. A somewhat portly gentleman wearing clothing of the higher classes of the Empire and bearing the pin of rank of Haus Austen. Oh great, a Baron of all people today. "Captain, what are your ships doing in my space?" "Sir, You know full well that in the Imperial Charter under which your station operates that the Fleet and any Imperial representative may, at any given point in time, enter into this space and travel." "Ahh...hmm.....that is true. Then what is your puuuuuuurpose in my space hmmm?" "Under the same charter, I am not obligated to tell you. However, if you do not cooperate, you will be convicted of treason to the Empire. You know this full well." "Ahh...hm.....all very true. Tell me Captain, what is your rank?" "I am a Captain of His Imperial Majesty's Flying Fleets." "Ahh...hmm....I mean, whats is your rank?" Ziemke sighed. He hated dealing with nobles. "I am Earl-Heir Ziemke of Haus Adlai, Copernicus System, Corporate Sector." "Ahhhh....hmmm...Very well Earl Adlai, how may Ceo be a service to you?" "In order to fulfill the objectives put before us, we request that you freeze all trans-level transportation, inter-station transportation, halt access to and from the docks, and stand by to receive our shuttles. We request for your security force to be ready to support our own strike force." "Ahh...hmm...Fair enough. It will be as you say. Ceo out." Ziemke shook his head a few times before straightening up. How could the Empire's "finest" be so vain? He didn't have an answer. But he did have orders. And he was going to fulfill those orders. "Weapons, don't fall asleep at your stations. Any ships exiting the station are to be fired upon by a full ion barrage if they ignore our hails and be boarded. Commander, you may clear the shuttles for their runs." "Aye aye Captain." Ziemke was turning when his head communications officer walked up to him and spoke in a hushed voice. "Sir, we picked up a small communications burst on a rarely used frequency originating from this ship toward the station prior to your communique. I believe it may be an attempt to alert the rebels." "Thank you lieutenant. We'll just have to be quicker than them. We will deal with our two timing friend later." "Yes sir." "All hands, general quarters." The loudspeaker began resonating across the ship with that order. It was time to begin.

OOC: Mmk. ^^;; Sorry for the delay, been having fun playing with Galactic Civ II. Blame Ol' Greg. :v IC: "Very good Commander. Ten minutes to operation time. Please get the station command on the line." "Sir, the ISS Orion has just entered this space and is hailing us." "On the main screen please lieutenant." "Aye aye sir." "This is the ISS Orion, Orion-class Heavy Cruiser, under the command of Captain Demetrios Eldhack, Task Force 31.1." "Captain Demetrios Eldhack, welcome to the neighborhood. How good for you to join us. I hope you haven't been sneaking into the mess hall again." Ziemke hoped that his old Fleet Academy buddy would remember their numerous excursions to the mess hall for late night snacks.

100 km outside of Space Station Ceo Captain Adlai scanned over the report an imperial agent in the station had sent. It was short, taking up only a few lines, but it confirmed rumors that the Rebels were trying to recruit on Ceo. "Helm, bring us about, cruising speed. At fifty kilometers, turn us hard port and we'll give them a full broadside." "Aye, aye captain." "Weapons, power up. Ion cannons first then turbolasers." "Aye, aye." "Commander Semarotal, are the strike teams ready?"

Welcome to the club. We got drugas in the back.

OOC: Only if the missile passes over the ally. For example, if I fired a missile at you, Promised Land would be unable to intercept but say...Palintine could.

OOC: Each nation gets one shot. That is what is meant. ^^;;

Captain Ziemke Adlai of the Infinite Imperial Navy paced across his command deck. His hand slid smoothly across the railing as he admired his ship. Yes, this is my ship and my pride. His ship, the powerful Hyperion-class battle cruiser, the ISS Memoria en Ciel, had been nothing more than a dream three months ago. Three months ago, Ziemke had been commanding a light cruiser and it seemed that his naval career would end there. However, here he was. Standing on the bridge of one of the Fleet's most fearsome ships ever built. Even after having been in command for a month, it was still sinking in slowly. My ship. "Captain." A voice said behind him. Ziemke spun around to face his executive officer, Commander Adrastes Semarotal. "Commander." "Sir, we are approaching Space Station Ceo." "Very well."

OOC: I am being consistent. Your RolePlay SDI covers your Role Play Territory. Your Role Play Territory is governed by three rules: 1. the limit of your in game land in relation to how much land is available, 2. the land you conquer, 3. the land given to you by another player. This is how your SDI covers all of your massive territory.

OOC: My good sir, there is something known as land restraints. There is absolutely no way that your land area is able to extend into Europe from China.

OOC: We calculated that he has some 133k soldiers. He has told me he knew this (roughly at least) when he started and that is why he started using nukes since he couldn't beat Merger/Malatose conventionally.

OOC: He doesn't have Gebiv's infra or troop levels. He is using his own. OR at least, he shouldn't. If he has been role playing those, please give me links to the specific incidences and I will deal with them.

OOC: The community ruled a while back that you can give RP nukes to other people. Lavo role played (Secretly) shipping a nuke to Gebiv. He didn't get Gebiv's (the player) nukes from his IG nation. He got Gebiv's (the nation) nuke from RolePlay. OOC: Vektor can too. OOC: No. He took over Gebiv's nation. Gebiv no longer rolePlays with us . OOC: And his land. >__>

Perhaps I mistook you for Serverus Snape. IT is possible. :v