Rizzo
Well-Known Member
- RP Date
- Mid YE41
- RP Location
- Planet Himiko
YSS Nishitama, Bridge
Pneumatic doors swished shut behind a quick paced man in a black-paneled SAoY uniform as he entered the bridge of the YSS Nishitama. The man held his injured ribs firmly yet slackened none of his pace as he approached the captain without a trace on emotion in his eyes.
“Shôshô!” he called to the rear admiral who sat centered on the bridge before the viewscreen. The aged captain rolled his eyes before rubbing his brow. “We know Jôtô Heisho, it’s either solar flares or sabotage. Have you idiots determined which it is yet?” the Shôshô replied in exasperation.
Briskly coming to stand in place by the seated admiral’s side he abruptly placed a data pad in his open hand, never once looking at the gray haired man but rather into the image of Planet Himiko in the viewscreen.
“This is a beautiful planet, Shôshô, but it’s time to go,” the black paneled man stated, “the Kuvexians are going to love it. We need to get as many civilian and military assets out of here as possible. They could be here in a day or an hour. The solar activity was masking their movements and there’s no better time than right now for this attack. I don’t know how they’ve done it but they’ve managed to get the drop on us this time. This plot must’ve been years in the making.”
The aged Shôshô rubbed his chin, a discerning look sweeping over his face.
“I appreciate your hard work and all SAINT has done for our security but I’m not seeing proof of what you’re claiming here,” the Taisa stated routinely, “your findings may only be indicating a very small, albeit clandestine operation to waste our resources.”
“Sir, it’s been nearly a standard month and we still haven’t been able to apprehend the infiltrators,” Candon responded, smoothly with just the faintest slyness beneath his words, “I was in the first auto collision this planet has seen in over a decade this morning, coincidentally it was just two hours after we intercepted that fantastically loud transmission from the sensor arrays of both our Sharie’s. Aside from being a fantastic firework show this was the work of someone or something that can blind our equipment without a trace and hasn’t made a peep. Now suddenly YSS Dawn Hammer and Steelhart are screaming their coordinates for the entire sector to hear, blowing out their sensory equipment like an overcharged stereo. The defense fleet is built around those two ships and now they’re completely blind. Sir, this battle is lost and there isn’t a thing we can do about it.”
The Shôshô nodded gravely.
“Even if we evacuated the moment the signal went out we wouldn’t be able to evacuate the populace in time. Heisho, there are over 12 million people on the planet. Evacuating all of them is impossible. And if you’re wrong and I order a planet wide of evacuation it might not just be the end of my career, Candon. Evacuations aren’t pretty, at the end of it all every person who leaves loses everything. Many of the people living here have already gone through that once. This decision deserves careful deliberation.”
Candon nodded respectfully, the feeling all too real yet faded like an old scar.
“And if they all die, would they not lose even more?” he asked tactfully, “with this many people and no good way to take count of who is confirmed dead or simply missing there could be people waiting close to a year before they are brought back. No matter how we look at it, sir, we lose. I would rather err on the side of life. Perhaps it’s just the pessimist in me, but if we have only a chance to save just a few more people, I’ll bet my career on that any day.”
“You Intel guys are always the biggest risk takers,” the Shôshô mused, “but I guess I am worse. I took the risk and lied to you. I issued the evacuation orders the moment I saw our Sharies go blind. I apologize for keeping this so quiet, even from your team. I’ll have shuttles pick them up.”
“I appreciate that, sir, but my team didn’t come to protect your planet. We came to hunt down spies and it is our intention to finish this mission regardless of what fleet is in orbit,” refused the spy hunter, “We’ll be fine.”
A pleased grin came to rest on the Shôshô’s lips. “I’d begun to wonder if you were somehow responsible for all of this, what with your checkered history. It seems that was a mistake. I trust that you’ll ensure our people hold out until help returns?”
It was finally enough to break his stare as he turned his gaze toward the floor.
“I won’t make any promises I’m not sure I can keep, sir,” he answered, “I will do what I can but ultimately my goal is to go home to my wife. With any luck she’s on a shuttle heading off world right now.”
The two wait in silence for the longest two minutes just watching the planet go by, the occasional shuttle passing. The evacuation had begun, and yet it was still too late.
Alarms rang out.
“Shôshô, there’s a large formation inbound at high speed!” called the first officer, “mostly picket ships and fighters.”
The Shôshô visibly stiffened. “Chusa, mobilize the fleet! Heisho Suites, listen here,” the leader ordered, removing his pin and communicator, “I know it is highly unusual but I trust you will not abuse this. I am assigning you as acting Shôshô to use only as necessary. Whatever you need for the mission is yours. Make sure this cannot happen in the future!”
Candon accepted the items with a bow. It would be the highest rank he’d ever held and would be a powerful tool in the fight to come.
Without another word he vacated the now busy bridge headed for the nearest passage planetside.
Orbit of Planet Himiko
A pair of Sharie class battleships converged toward the threat, each flanked by 2 Chaki 1a escort destroyers in their respective formations along with dozens of fighters and 2 flights of Ginga bombers.
In the distance the enemy formation advanced at incredible speed. Three cruisers and 12 gunships formed a triangular screen ahead of a Kuvexian battleship, all barreling directly toward the defense fleet.
Planet Himiko, Capital city
The blaring of alarms pierced the cool, clean air of the city. The peaceful weekend had devolved into a panic of people rushing to Shinjuku Starport where every vessel present was being rushed into service for a mass evacuation. In the military base Rikugun rushed into action suiting up for the fight of their lives. The disbelief of any invasion ever occurring has vanished as the bulk of YSS Dawn Hammer and Steelhart now hung suspended over the single city in which planetary control was determined.
Meanwhile Central Main Street had become a cacophony of shouting and pushing, people of every species running, flying, sliding and otherwise to seek a refuge. In the chaos of panic law-enforcement struggle desperately to maintain any sense of order yet ignoring the random acts of vandalism and looting to prioritize the evacuees.
Pneumatic doors swished shut behind a quick paced man in a black-paneled SAoY uniform as he entered the bridge of the YSS Nishitama. The man held his injured ribs firmly yet slackened none of his pace as he approached the captain without a trace on emotion in his eyes.
“Shôshô!” he called to the rear admiral who sat centered on the bridge before the viewscreen. The aged captain rolled his eyes before rubbing his brow. “We know Jôtô Heisho, it’s either solar flares or sabotage. Have you idiots determined which it is yet?” the Shôshô replied in exasperation.
Briskly coming to stand in place by the seated admiral’s side he abruptly placed a data pad in his open hand, never once looking at the gray haired man but rather into the image of Planet Himiko in the viewscreen.
“This is a beautiful planet, Shôshô, but it’s time to go,” the black paneled man stated, “the Kuvexians are going to love it. We need to get as many civilian and military assets out of here as possible. They could be here in a day or an hour. The solar activity was masking their movements and there’s no better time than right now for this attack. I don’t know how they’ve done it but they’ve managed to get the drop on us this time. This plot must’ve been years in the making.”
The aged Shôshô rubbed his chin, a discerning look sweeping over his face.
“I appreciate your hard work and all SAINT has done for our security but I’m not seeing proof of what you’re claiming here,” the Taisa stated routinely, “your findings may only be indicating a very small, albeit clandestine operation to waste our resources.”
“Sir, it’s been nearly a standard month and we still haven’t been able to apprehend the infiltrators,” Candon responded, smoothly with just the faintest slyness beneath his words, “I was in the first auto collision this planet has seen in over a decade this morning, coincidentally it was just two hours after we intercepted that fantastically loud transmission from the sensor arrays of both our Sharie’s. Aside from being a fantastic firework show this was the work of someone or something that can blind our equipment without a trace and hasn’t made a peep. Now suddenly YSS Dawn Hammer and Steelhart are screaming their coordinates for the entire sector to hear, blowing out their sensory equipment like an overcharged stereo. The defense fleet is built around those two ships and now they’re completely blind. Sir, this battle is lost and there isn’t a thing we can do about it.”
The Shôshô nodded gravely.
“Even if we evacuated the moment the signal went out we wouldn’t be able to evacuate the populace in time. Heisho, there are over 12 million people on the planet. Evacuating all of them is impossible. And if you’re wrong and I order a planet wide of evacuation it might not just be the end of my career, Candon. Evacuations aren’t pretty, at the end of it all every person who leaves loses everything. Many of the people living here have already gone through that once. This decision deserves careful deliberation.”
Candon nodded respectfully, the feeling all too real yet faded like an old scar.
“And if they all die, would they not lose even more?” he asked tactfully, “with this many people and no good way to take count of who is confirmed dead or simply missing there could be people waiting close to a year before they are brought back. No matter how we look at it, sir, we lose. I would rather err on the side of life. Perhaps it’s just the pessimist in me, but if we have only a chance to save just a few more people, I’ll bet my career on that any day.”
“You Intel guys are always the biggest risk takers,” the Shôshô mused, “but I guess I am worse. I took the risk and lied to you. I issued the evacuation orders the moment I saw our Sharies go blind. I apologize for keeping this so quiet, even from your team. I’ll have shuttles pick them up.”
“I appreciate that, sir, but my team didn’t come to protect your planet. We came to hunt down spies and it is our intention to finish this mission regardless of what fleet is in orbit,” refused the spy hunter, “We’ll be fine.”
A pleased grin came to rest on the Shôshô’s lips. “I’d begun to wonder if you were somehow responsible for all of this, what with your checkered history. It seems that was a mistake. I trust that you’ll ensure our people hold out until help returns?”
It was finally enough to break his stare as he turned his gaze toward the floor.
“I won’t make any promises I’m not sure I can keep, sir,” he answered, “I will do what I can but ultimately my goal is to go home to my wife. With any luck she’s on a shuttle heading off world right now.”
The two wait in silence for the longest two minutes just watching the planet go by, the occasional shuttle passing. The evacuation had begun, and yet it was still too late.
Alarms rang out.
“Shôshô, there’s a large formation inbound at high speed!” called the first officer, “mostly picket ships and fighters.”
The Shôshô visibly stiffened. “Chusa, mobilize the fleet! Heisho Suites, listen here,” the leader ordered, removing his pin and communicator, “I know it is highly unusual but I trust you will not abuse this. I am assigning you as acting Shôshô to use only as necessary. Whatever you need for the mission is yours. Make sure this cannot happen in the future!”
Candon accepted the items with a bow. It would be the highest rank he’d ever held and would be a powerful tool in the fight to come.
Without another word he vacated the now busy bridge headed for the nearest passage planetside.
Orbit of Planet Himiko
A pair of Sharie class battleships converged toward the threat, each flanked by 2 Chaki 1a escort destroyers in their respective formations along with dozens of fighters and 2 flights of Ginga bombers.
In the distance the enemy formation advanced at incredible speed. Three cruisers and 12 gunships formed a triangular screen ahead of a Kuvexian battleship, all barreling directly toward the defense fleet.
Planet Himiko, Capital city
The blaring of alarms pierced the cool, clean air of the city. The peaceful weekend had devolved into a panic of people rushing to Shinjuku Starport where every vessel present was being rushed into service for a mass evacuation. In the military base Rikugun rushed into action suiting up for the fight of their lives. The disbelief of any invasion ever occurring has vanished as the bulk of YSS Dawn Hammer and Steelhart now hung suspended over the single city in which planetary control was determined.
Meanwhile Central Main Street had become a cacophony of shouting and pushing, people of every species running, flying, sliding and otherwise to seek a refuge. In the chaos of panic law-enforcement struggle desperately to maintain any sense of order yet ignoring the random acts of vandalism and looting to prioritize the evacuees.
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