OOC: I really need to get better about updates. [sad_derp]
Project Blake: 90%
Alpha Squadron: 100%
Project Blake: 100%
OOC: Project Blake is a plasma shield that prevents anything from going in or out of the atmosphere. A circular gate about 20 meters wide can be opened or shut by me and anyone who I give the power to, which is currently no one. A radio antenna is on the gate, so I can still receive and send transmissions. Anything that touches the gate basically becomes a flaming pile of junk.
“...” (The ice drone has no idea what to say to this)
I see your tonge is tied into a knot. I am also a great magician (turns into a magician) I’m an expert at untying knots. I can also pull a sword out of my ear. (He proceeds to pull a sword out of his ear)
I see your tonge is tied into a knot. I am also a great magician (turns into a magician) I’m an expert at untying knots. I can also pull a sword out of my ear. (He proceeds to pull a sword out of his ear)
OOC: I sthis going anywhere?
IC: (The ice drones walks off)
*The drone moves in a little closer to the chicken.*
I couldn't think of w decent sig, so here's a pig: 🐷
A vast array of satellites, fruit of the Hades program, sits in the depths of Esomerian space, surrounding a small star system and a vast asteroid field. Inside the station commanding these artificial constructions sits an officer, listening quietly to a broadcast speech, coming from the Imperial palace itself:
"... The perpetrators of this vile attack," goes the speech," perhaps the most disastrous in our long history, will not go unpunished. The corrupt Federal Council will be opposed by the might of the Union, be it in the vastness of space, be it in the fields of politics..."
The speech continues before it is obscured by another transmission reaching the station.The officer then turns to a small intercom microphone that sits at his desk, and barks a few orders: "Fire Control, this is Command, we have received strike authorisation, coordinates are being transmitted. Over"
"Roger, command," replies Fire Control, "Rotating satellites two through four."
The advanced computers located on the artificial satellites begin complex calculations, and orientate themselves. They pull meteoroids into their mass accelerator cannons, and wormholes are ripped into the fabric of space in front of their bores. The simple electric generators power up the coils, and fling them into the wormholes. In the atmosphere of Kurill Prime, a portal opens. Then, the meteors pierce the sky, burning white hot, and crash into the planet, creating a massive explosion, wiping out large swathes of land, and projecting tonnes of dust into the air, literally blotting out light from parts of the sky.
OOC: Epic miss! The Federation Counsel is not on that planet.
*A transmission is sent to the Esomerians by President Tuvok* "I do not condone the actions of the counsel, I vetoed their orders and yet they overrule me, but you have needlesly attacked a civilian target causing millions of civilian deaths, perhaps the counsel was right in ordering the attack. I am issuing an ultimatum, if you do not apologize for the attack and try those resposible, remember, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction." *IPBM's are readied to be launched*
OOC: Sorry if I'm late. I didn't realise I forgot to reply this. If I was aiming at the Counsel, the payload would have been bigger. I just fired three 30Kg rocks at a random military installation. It shouldn't kill millions unless you pack your people into buildings like sardines in a tin can.
IC:
The Office of Foreign Affairs sends back harsh words against the Federal government.
"If your Counsel is filled with men that approve such treachery, it should be dissolved! The Esomerian navy has fired upon a valid target, in response to sudden and brutal escalation, and caused much less damage. We will look forward to mutual disarmament, no more."
I see your tonge is tied into a knot. I am also a great magician (turns into a magician) I’m an expert at untying knots. I can also pull a sword out of my ear. (He proceeds to pull a sword out of his ear)
Equipped with ceramite hardsuits capable of fighting in the vacuum of space or toxic environments, and immune to all but anti-tank weaponry, Esomerian Shock troops are to be formed into companies, or assigned to help regulars of the Esomerian Army.
- Fusion Guns: 100%
Exploiting the abundant supply of fuel available to the UES, Fusion Guns fire fuel rods into an enemy, and ignite them using high power lasers. The result is an explosion of plasma that is highly devastating, and can melt of vaporize its targets.
- Advanced Sensors: 100%
Stealth technology and methods continue to advance, despite seemingly bending physics. Esomerian scientists believe they have found solutions within the Esomerian Portal Webway.
- Point-defense upgrades: 100%
To protect themselves from small craft and astronomical bodies that may threaten their craft, more low calibre coilgun emplacements are fitted into Esomerian ships, by far the cheapest alternative.
- Battlegroup reformation: 100%
Following the crushing defeat at the Gates of Cadia, Esomerian Battlegroups must be rebuilt. This comes as an opportunity to test new systems and ship designs, while regaining lost strength.
Civilian, Industry, & Miscellaneous:
- Shrinking the Government: 100% According to the Constitution, the UES is to be a Federation of Solar Systems, governed and organised by the Esomerian Systems, and represented by a parliament. To avoid corruption and inefficiency, budgets must be cut, and organisations dissolved. - Political Purges: 100% Some individuals have been agitating guerilla movements. Perhaps it is time to arrest them, for public security.