Charmaylarg Dufrain
🎖️ Game Master
- RP Date
- YE 45.8
- RP Location
- Osman System - Planet Osman.
The Osman system hung in the vacuum of space, a silent battleground of cosmic proportions raging in the silent vacuum that would otherwise break the very worlds themselves in the great cracks and booms of the trading blows of several hundred starships.
They had seen the coalition comming. Gathered at the edge of the system the fleet of a hundred and more warships could not be missed, not be ignored in its pressence and purpose. The SOS Coalition blazed into the system like a falling blade and the NMX could not, would not, ignore them.
But they would not meet them at the Coalition terms either despite their numerical and tactical advantage the NMX would align to meet them, true, but would not leave the planet to take on a foe they knew could not beat them in a straight-up fight.
That was fine.
It had been a month of meticulous preparation, intelligence gathering, and strategic planning. The time had come to make their move and the coalitions captains had a zeal and tenacity that the mishhu overlords of the NMX fleet lacked.
Warmaster Alpha-Beta Overunderscore model#1; Abigail for short stood on the bridge of the HMMMS Stupendamonia as she appraised the holographic display of the enemies composition. Surrounded by a full bridge crew of her sister Fairys, experienced officers from some of the coalitions forces Abigail's gaze fixed on the holographic display in front of her, showing the positions and movements of both the coalition fleet and the formidable Mishhu blockade.
She was not well versed in space combat. That task had been handed over to Spacemaster 056 of the freespacer element of the operation. Abigail wished the old spacer had brought an entire mothership; But a handful of space sails and don quixote vessels in his metal hands alone were worth that much let alone the entire fleet at his command from his personal frigate.
She watched the display now, the initial moments of the engagement were crucial. The coalition fleet had formed a formation that combined firepower and defensive capabilities, with escort frigates and destroyers providing a protective screen for the few larger larger cruisers and the flagship at its center. The space around them was vast, a backdrop of inky blackness punctuated by the distant glow of Osman reflecting the light of the nearby sun.
The Mishhu fleet's presence was unmistakable, a sprawling network of ships in varying sizes and configurations. The enemy had maintained a tight blockade, encircling Osman and effectively cutting it off from the rest of the Kikyo sector. Intelligence had reported that the Mishhu fleet had received reinforcements in the weeks leading up to this moment.
Their fleet was a third larger than predicted now. But it was too late to pull out of the operation without at least trying.
The tension on the bridge was palpable, as the coalition's commanders and crews awaited the order to engage. Abigail's voice broke the silence, her tone resolute and unwavering.
"Commence Operation."
The Stupendamonia's bridge crew moved with precision, issuing orders to the various vessels of the coalition fleet. Crew members manned their stations, and the engines hummed with power as hundreds of blooms of engines burst to life as the arrow-shaped formation moved at once with purpose.
"Enemy vessels moving as predicted." 056's machine-tinted voice rang through the command frequency as Abigail watched the enemy fleet once spread out like a net predict their formation and begin to cluster closer to prevent the arrowhead from withstanding their combined fire.
"Moving onto phase-2. All vessles continue on course and await my mark."
That was the easy part. At their current range of a douzen astronomical units a few vessels launched preemptive cruise missile and long-range torpedoe strikes and from the twinkling in the distance the NMX were doing the same. But as the fleet picked up speed even still it would be hours before either fleet was within range of their standard weaponry.
Yet as they traveled and trades the longest of their ranged options may seem futile but was in fact crucial to keeping the enemy focussed entirely on them. By the time Abigail framejacked her speed back down to normal she took note of several less vessles in her own fleet and only a half dozen at most of the enemy fleet having withdrawn from damage with none actually destroyed.
"Have we launched fighters yet?" She asked one of her sisters, the information reaching her in nanoseconds before the words had even finished as she followed the already departing fighter and bomber screens now ahead of the fleet and the NMX own interceptors a hundred thousand kilomiters out moving to meet them and stop their bombers from doing any signifigant damage.
"This is SpaceMaster 056. Begin manuevers Epsilon-gamma-gamma." The fleetmaster ordered as Abigail watched her fleet start to turn from an arrowhead formation into an openning rosebud of various rings and patterns to put the absolute best spread of weaponry into position.
As predicted the NMX reacted just as fast and their own, much larger fleet began to uncluster just as 056 had wanted.
Abigail took in the laser communication beemed straight to her flagship from a narrow cooridor in the dirrection of the Mishu ship. With her ascent the return signal was sent.
They had to get all the enemies attention on them. All their fightes in the open and too far out to turn back. They needed the NMX to be mid-manuever for-
And then, one of the NMX corvette icons changed from an active to out of action icon. Nearly at the same time a larger destroyer flared as its back half ceased to exist in an exlosion.
One by one, so slowly to her it hurt but making all the difference a Dozen NMX ships were crippled or destroyed. Mid-manuever the NMX fleet took note too late as the coalition fleets nine-odd stealth vessels suckerpunched them from behind. They did not see the vessels as they tried to creep away in the confusion, their job done, but they did take note of the FSC fleet comming in from behind now and all bedlam broke loose as the enemy fleet lost all cohesion as individual ships chose which fleet to align against while their admiral skillfully broke his fleet up into two seperate forces; The larger oddly enough aligning to crush the FSC fleet much closer while a smaller force containing the enemy flagship in the form of a massive NMX battlecruiser faced off against the coalition.
"Hes good" Abigail noted at the enemy admiral, hoping and expecting the enemy to take longer to reorganize and put a larger force against her. But no, the larger enemy force would drive off the FSC fleet and come about in time instead of matching equal forces.
As expected the fleets admiral was unphased as new orders came about.
The space around Osman erupted into a furious battle as lasers, railgun rounds, and missiles streaked through the void. The coalition fleet had the element of surprise, and they used it to their advantage, targeting the larger Mishhu vessels with precision.
Amidst the chaos, Abigail's flagship and the cruisers maintained a protective formation, using their anti-ship turrets to intercept incoming fire. Escort vessels pulled ahead to intercept fighters, bombers, and missiles with point defense systems while heavier destroyers and cruisers sent staggering barrages of mixed weapons fire.
All the while the coalition fleet continued forwards without ever stopping; The giant jewel of planet Osman growing ever larger as the two fleets entered what could be considered knife fighting range of several thousand kilomiters where even ship secondaries came into range.
"FSC vessels are pulling back." One of the bridge crew announced. "They've drawn the larger force as far as they could but are now refusing pursuit. The window is open!"
"And yet the enemy flagship..." Abigail mused, looking at the very in range battlecruiser she would have to present her flank to for the drop.
"Fleetmaster, Warmaster." Abigail messaged the freespacer admiral, silently taking note at the much smaller amount of lost vessels she thought they would have despite the greater enemy force.
"I know, little one. Leave all things to me." The spacer spared only a moment.
"Warmaster to all vessels. Flagship is moving to drop." Abigail messaged as the Stupendamonia shook violently as ill-modifed engines fought against the ship itself as the several mile long converted freighter practically redlined as, slow as it was, the massive beast began to pick up speed.
As the battle had raged, the Mishhu fleet attempted to regroup and counter the coalition's attack, but the splitting of the fleets had shifted the balance in favor of the coalition for this one moment. Their combined firepower began to wear down the enemy's defenses, and gaps began to appear in the Mishhu blockade.
Abigail watched the tactical display with intense focus. "We're making progress. Keep the pressure on. The Stupendamonia needs a clear path to move into position!"
They were wearing down the enemy fleet. Not beating it, but noticeably pressuring all but the massive battlecruiser that was already comming about to match the larger Stupendamonia and despite its size the Coalitions flagship would be torn apart by the other flagship in a fight.
The coalition's ships continued to engage the Mishhu even so, creating a corridor toward Osman. The time had come to press their advantage, to make way for the massive container ship turned command center to approach the planet and initiate the critical ground operation that would determine the fate of Osman.
The Stupendamonia, amidst the chaos and the explosive ballet of space combat, continued its steady advance toward Osman, while the rest of the fleet maintained pressure on the enemy, ensuring their focus remained on the threat before them.
Abigail observed the tactical display, her gaze fixed on the Stupendamonia's progress. Her thoughts were with the mortals within the converted freighter's massive frame, the troops ready to be deployed planetside, and the groundside forces that had been assembled for this daring operation.
As the flagship neared its designated position, Abigail issued the orders that would set the liberation of Osman in motion. While the enemy fleet and flagship had been occupied the Coalitions flagship had pulled as close to the planet as it could without getting caught in its gravity. The ship's communications officer relayed the instructions to the various units within the Stupendamonia.
"Wave one, prepare for drop pod deployment," the officer's voice echoed across the ship's internal communication network.
The interior of the Stupendamonia was a beehive of activity as troops and personnel donned their armor and secured their gear. The drop pods, large, robust containers large enough to fit half a company each and their equipment that would deliver the troops to the planet's surface, were aligned in their launch bays, each with its specific destination and mission objectives.
"Launch sequence initiated," reported one of the crew members overseeing the deployment. The pods were secured, their systems checked, and the troops inside were ready for the harrowing journey through the planet's atmosphere. With the intense G-forces of vertigo involved tens of dozens of cargo pods ejected from the Stupendamonia which immediately began to pull out of orbit and back into its fleet as the SOS Coalition fleet continued the fight.
Planet Osman Day 1 - 5km West of Jacobstown
It was almost half an hour of freefall and course correcting for the men in each pod. Each secured like their own equipment in bolted seats men and women all cringed inwardly as their pods shook violently enough to crack teeth and heated up beyond uncomfortably. When they broke through the atmosphere and the altitude thrusters kicked on it was like a verticle yank to the spine before only the slightest pit in the stomach was any indication of actual freefall.
Too loud to even hear, too jarring to concentrate it was thirty minutes of extreme vertigo until a final pull sounded as altitude descent thrusters kicked to their hardest and within moments the landing pods slammed down belly-first and men were able to sluggishly pull out of harnesses as their heads span and breakfast found the deck. Within minutes command figures had established order and equipment was unpacked, men and women were armed, and vehicles were mounted as the massive twenty-meter tall doors swung down like a drawbridge ramp to expose fresh unrecycled air and dust into the pods as the first companies disembarked.
What they found was a barren, dusty landscape as far as the eye could see.
As perimiters were established and the hot, 100-degree sun beat down on them the communications uplinks where established with the flagship still in orbit and a tactical map was established and a picture of their surroundings too shape.
It was closer and far more north and west than anticipated but a number of pods had landed just a few kilometers to the west of a nearby settlement the tactical map labeled as Jacobstown; A small-sized rural settlement as far west from the nearest settlement and on the very edge of an inhospitable desert. The information listed the town of having a population of just under 600 with a majority being mine workers for a nearby Osmium mine to the southeast.
It was one of the strategic objectives requested by one of the coalition benefactors that funded the entire operation to free this very town and return operations to her mines for continued funding.
Three other companies have landed as well from the coalition:
The Moholi Heroes have two companies in the location. A single Light company of infantry with light vehicles and support of 250 men. They are moderately armed and equipped for rapid movement and deployment.
The Blue Gophers mercenary company also have a second and more basic Infantry Company of 200 men with only the vehicles to transport themselves and a their equipment.
The Moholi Heroes also have an engineering company that have landed nearby. They are equipped for engineering operations and while armed are a rear-echelon element only suited to defend themselves.
It is day one of Operation Durrandium Cockatrice.
Your objectives are as follows in priority:
Primary:
Scout the settlement of Jacobstown and determine its status.
Take control of Jacobstown as a forward operating location under Coalition control for further operations.
Locate and secure the Jacobstown mine and resume mining operations.
Secondary:
Fortify jacobstown and its perimeter.
Requisition supplies and manpower from Jacobstown.
Scout the area around jacobstown.
Search for intel from Jacobstown and its locals.
There is no rendevous or fallback point. If routed or destroyed Units will otherwise die in the desert if Jacobstown is not secured.
They had seen the coalition comming. Gathered at the edge of the system the fleet of a hundred and more warships could not be missed, not be ignored in its pressence and purpose. The SOS Coalition blazed into the system like a falling blade and the NMX could not, would not, ignore them.
But they would not meet them at the Coalition terms either despite their numerical and tactical advantage the NMX would align to meet them, true, but would not leave the planet to take on a foe they knew could not beat them in a straight-up fight.
That was fine.
It had been a month of meticulous preparation, intelligence gathering, and strategic planning. The time had come to make their move and the coalitions captains had a zeal and tenacity that the mishhu overlords of the NMX fleet lacked.
Warmaster Alpha-Beta Overunderscore model#1; Abigail for short stood on the bridge of the HMMMS Stupendamonia as she appraised the holographic display of the enemies composition. Surrounded by a full bridge crew of her sister Fairys, experienced officers from some of the coalitions forces Abigail's gaze fixed on the holographic display in front of her, showing the positions and movements of both the coalition fleet and the formidable Mishhu blockade.
She was not well versed in space combat. That task had been handed over to Spacemaster 056 of the freespacer element of the operation. Abigail wished the old spacer had brought an entire mothership; But a handful of space sails and don quixote vessels in his metal hands alone were worth that much let alone the entire fleet at his command from his personal frigate.
She watched the display now, the initial moments of the engagement were crucial. The coalition fleet had formed a formation that combined firepower and defensive capabilities, with escort frigates and destroyers providing a protective screen for the few larger larger cruisers and the flagship at its center. The space around them was vast, a backdrop of inky blackness punctuated by the distant glow of Osman reflecting the light of the nearby sun.
The Mishhu fleet's presence was unmistakable, a sprawling network of ships in varying sizes and configurations. The enemy had maintained a tight blockade, encircling Osman and effectively cutting it off from the rest of the Kikyo sector. Intelligence had reported that the Mishhu fleet had received reinforcements in the weeks leading up to this moment.
Their fleet was a third larger than predicted now. But it was too late to pull out of the operation without at least trying.
The tension on the bridge was palpable, as the coalition's commanders and crews awaited the order to engage. Abigail's voice broke the silence, her tone resolute and unwavering.
"Commence Operation."
The Stupendamonia's bridge crew moved with precision, issuing orders to the various vessels of the coalition fleet. Crew members manned their stations, and the engines hummed with power as hundreds of blooms of engines burst to life as the arrow-shaped formation moved at once with purpose.
"Enemy vessels moving as predicted." 056's machine-tinted voice rang through the command frequency as Abigail watched the enemy fleet once spread out like a net predict their formation and begin to cluster closer to prevent the arrowhead from withstanding their combined fire.
"Moving onto phase-2. All vessles continue on course and await my mark."
That was the easy part. At their current range of a douzen astronomical units a few vessels launched preemptive cruise missile and long-range torpedoe strikes and from the twinkling in the distance the NMX were doing the same. But as the fleet picked up speed even still it would be hours before either fleet was within range of their standard weaponry.
Yet as they traveled and trades the longest of their ranged options may seem futile but was in fact crucial to keeping the enemy focussed entirely on them. By the time Abigail framejacked her speed back down to normal she took note of several less vessles in her own fleet and only a half dozen at most of the enemy fleet having withdrawn from damage with none actually destroyed.
"Have we launched fighters yet?" She asked one of her sisters, the information reaching her in nanoseconds before the words had even finished as she followed the already departing fighter and bomber screens now ahead of the fleet and the NMX own interceptors a hundred thousand kilomiters out moving to meet them and stop their bombers from doing any signifigant damage.
"This is SpaceMaster 056. Begin manuevers Epsilon-gamma-gamma." The fleetmaster ordered as Abigail watched her fleet start to turn from an arrowhead formation into an openning rosebud of various rings and patterns to put the absolute best spread of weaponry into position.
As predicted the NMX reacted just as fast and their own, much larger fleet began to uncluster just as 056 had wanted.
Abigail took in the laser communication beemed straight to her flagship from a narrow cooridor in the dirrection of the Mishu ship. With her ascent the return signal was sent.
They had to get all the enemies attention on them. All their fightes in the open and too far out to turn back. They needed the NMX to be mid-manuever for-
And then, one of the NMX corvette icons changed from an active to out of action icon. Nearly at the same time a larger destroyer flared as its back half ceased to exist in an exlosion.
One by one, so slowly to her it hurt but making all the difference a Dozen NMX ships were crippled or destroyed. Mid-manuever the NMX fleet took note too late as the coalition fleets nine-odd stealth vessels suckerpunched them from behind. They did not see the vessels as they tried to creep away in the confusion, their job done, but they did take note of the FSC fleet comming in from behind now and all bedlam broke loose as the enemy fleet lost all cohesion as individual ships chose which fleet to align against while their admiral skillfully broke his fleet up into two seperate forces; The larger oddly enough aligning to crush the FSC fleet much closer while a smaller force containing the enemy flagship in the form of a massive NMX battlecruiser faced off against the coalition.
"Hes good" Abigail noted at the enemy admiral, hoping and expecting the enemy to take longer to reorganize and put a larger force against her. But no, the larger enemy force would drive off the FSC fleet and come about in time instead of matching equal forces.
As expected the fleets admiral was unphased as new orders came about.
The space around Osman erupted into a furious battle as lasers, railgun rounds, and missiles streaked through the void. The coalition fleet had the element of surprise, and they used it to their advantage, targeting the larger Mishhu vessels with precision.
Amidst the chaos, Abigail's flagship and the cruisers maintained a protective formation, using their anti-ship turrets to intercept incoming fire. Escort vessels pulled ahead to intercept fighters, bombers, and missiles with point defense systems while heavier destroyers and cruisers sent staggering barrages of mixed weapons fire.
All the while the coalition fleet continued forwards without ever stopping; The giant jewel of planet Osman growing ever larger as the two fleets entered what could be considered knife fighting range of several thousand kilomiters where even ship secondaries came into range.
"FSC vessels are pulling back." One of the bridge crew announced. "They've drawn the larger force as far as they could but are now refusing pursuit. The window is open!"
"And yet the enemy flagship..." Abigail mused, looking at the very in range battlecruiser she would have to present her flank to for the drop.
"Fleetmaster, Warmaster." Abigail messaged the freespacer admiral, silently taking note at the much smaller amount of lost vessels she thought they would have despite the greater enemy force.
"I know, little one. Leave all things to me." The spacer spared only a moment.
"Warmaster to all vessels. Flagship is moving to drop." Abigail messaged as the Stupendamonia shook violently as ill-modifed engines fought against the ship itself as the several mile long converted freighter practically redlined as, slow as it was, the massive beast began to pick up speed.
As the battle had raged, the Mishhu fleet attempted to regroup and counter the coalition's attack, but the splitting of the fleets had shifted the balance in favor of the coalition for this one moment. Their combined firepower began to wear down the enemy's defenses, and gaps began to appear in the Mishhu blockade.
Abigail watched the tactical display with intense focus. "We're making progress. Keep the pressure on. The Stupendamonia needs a clear path to move into position!"
They were wearing down the enemy fleet. Not beating it, but noticeably pressuring all but the massive battlecruiser that was already comming about to match the larger Stupendamonia and despite its size the Coalitions flagship would be torn apart by the other flagship in a fight.
The coalition's ships continued to engage the Mishhu even so, creating a corridor toward Osman. The time had come to press their advantage, to make way for the massive container ship turned command center to approach the planet and initiate the critical ground operation that would determine the fate of Osman.
The Stupendamonia, amidst the chaos and the explosive ballet of space combat, continued its steady advance toward Osman, while the rest of the fleet maintained pressure on the enemy, ensuring their focus remained on the threat before them.
Abigail observed the tactical display, her gaze fixed on the Stupendamonia's progress. Her thoughts were with the mortals within the converted freighter's massive frame, the troops ready to be deployed planetside, and the groundside forces that had been assembled for this daring operation.
As the flagship neared its designated position, Abigail issued the orders that would set the liberation of Osman in motion. While the enemy fleet and flagship had been occupied the Coalitions flagship had pulled as close to the planet as it could without getting caught in its gravity. The ship's communications officer relayed the instructions to the various units within the Stupendamonia.
"Wave one, prepare for drop pod deployment," the officer's voice echoed across the ship's internal communication network.
The interior of the Stupendamonia was a beehive of activity as troops and personnel donned their armor and secured their gear. The drop pods, large, robust containers large enough to fit half a company each and their equipment that would deliver the troops to the planet's surface, were aligned in their launch bays, each with its specific destination and mission objectives.
"Launch sequence initiated," reported one of the crew members overseeing the deployment. The pods were secured, their systems checked, and the troops inside were ready for the harrowing journey through the planet's atmosphere. With the intense G-forces of vertigo involved tens of dozens of cargo pods ejected from the Stupendamonia which immediately began to pull out of orbit and back into its fleet as the SOS Coalition fleet continued the fight.
Planet Osman Day 1 - 5km West of Jacobstown
It was almost half an hour of freefall and course correcting for the men in each pod. Each secured like their own equipment in bolted seats men and women all cringed inwardly as their pods shook violently enough to crack teeth and heated up beyond uncomfortably. When they broke through the atmosphere and the altitude thrusters kicked on it was like a verticle yank to the spine before only the slightest pit in the stomach was any indication of actual freefall.
Too loud to even hear, too jarring to concentrate it was thirty minutes of extreme vertigo until a final pull sounded as altitude descent thrusters kicked to their hardest and within moments the landing pods slammed down belly-first and men were able to sluggishly pull out of harnesses as their heads span and breakfast found the deck. Within minutes command figures had established order and equipment was unpacked, men and women were armed, and vehicles were mounted as the massive twenty-meter tall doors swung down like a drawbridge ramp to expose fresh unrecycled air and dust into the pods as the first companies disembarked.
What they found was a barren, dusty landscape as far as the eye could see.
As perimiters were established and the hot, 100-degree sun beat down on them the communications uplinks where established with the flagship still in orbit and a tactical map was established and a picture of their surroundings too shape.
It was closer and far more north and west than anticipated but a number of pods had landed just a few kilometers to the west of a nearby settlement the tactical map labeled as Jacobstown; A small-sized rural settlement as far west from the nearest settlement and on the very edge of an inhospitable desert. The information listed the town of having a population of just under 600 with a majority being mine workers for a nearby Osmium mine to the southeast.
It was one of the strategic objectives requested by one of the coalition benefactors that funded the entire operation to free this very town and return operations to her mines for continued funding.
Three other companies have landed as well from the coalition:
The Moholi Heroes have two companies in the location. A single Light company of infantry with light vehicles and support of 250 men. They are moderately armed and equipped for rapid movement and deployment.
The Blue Gophers mercenary company also have a second and more basic Infantry Company of 200 men with only the vehicles to transport themselves and a their equipment.
The Moholi Heroes also have an engineering company that have landed nearby. They are equipped for engineering operations and while armed are a rear-echelon element only suited to defend themselves.
It is day one of Operation Durrandium Cockatrice.
Commanders; You may deploy ONE company of your choice to having landed in this area. The rest of your forces are either as yet undeployed or did not land in this area.
Your objectives are as follows in priority:
Primary:
Scout the settlement of Jacobstown and determine its status.
Take control of Jacobstown as a forward operating location under Coalition control for further operations.
Locate and secure the Jacobstown mine and resume mining operations.
Secondary:
Fortify jacobstown and its perimeter.
Requisition supplies and manpower from Jacobstown.
Scout the area around jacobstown.
Search for intel from Jacobstown and its locals.
There is no rendevous or fallback point. If routed or destroyed Units will otherwise die in the desert if Jacobstown is not secured.