Ulyre wrote:
Isaiah Lim wrote:
Ulyre wrote:
Isaiah Lim wrote:
Isaiah nodded at the scientist.
"Well, my empire is interested in the pursuit of knowledge. If you like, I can send you files that detail our anatomy, physiology and psychology in return for yours. I'll redirect you to my science Minister if you redirect me to your Councillor."
((I don't mind a few skirmishes like starfleet vs klingons in Into Darkness but I think a full-scale war this early defies all logic. It needs to develop into one and even then there should be room for a peace settlement and negotiations without total annihilation of one or the other. Purely antagonistic RPs aren't fun after all))
"Well, my empire is interested in the pursuit of knowledge. If you like, I can send you files that detail our anatomy, physiology and psychology in return for yours. I'll redirect you to my science Minister if you redirect me to your Councillor."
((I don't mind a few skirmishes like starfleet vs klingons in Into Darkness but I think a full-scale war this early defies all logic. It needs to develop into one and even then there should be room for a peace settlement and negotiations without total annihilation of one or the other. Purely antagonistic RPs aren't fun after all))
"We would greatly appreciate that. We shall gladly exchange in this information." they said.
Finding the channel to redirect Isaiah to Councilor Ulyre. The leader of the Cogniut was at the front of the communication panel, already focused on the psionic message sender with the rest of the Council in the background.
"Doctor Ghyt informed me you wish to form an alliance with us." they said.
Isaiah was somewhat taken aback. "An alliance at this time may be presumptious," he cautioned, "after all, this is first contact for us. What we would like to do, however, is form trade relations as we expand not only our empire, but our understanding of the known universe."
Isaiah sheepishly scratches his head as he said, "well... we don't really know what you have to offer, but I suppose anything that we can study which isn't from our system at the moment, and fuel sources. My system is down to about 20% of what it once had and supplies are dwindling. We could probably only survive with power for another 60 years but no more. We can offer research technology, military arms and medical supplies in return."
Empire Name: The Tri-Abol Mechanus
Planets(Territory):
Home System - Tri-mechanics: 5 planets
Tri-Astera - Homeplanet and Citadel class world
Tri-Morda - Hive class world
Tri-Adera - Swarm class world
Tri-Kalesa - Hive class world
Tri- Saren - Factory class world
Manta System: 3 planets
Manta-Feras - Citadel class world
Manta-Quor - Hive class world
Manta- Jires - Factory class world
Quas System: 3 planets
Quas-Slias - Citadel class world
Quas-Nadar - Hive class world
Quas Syl - Swarm class planet
World classes- Citadel is the capital of the system and from which the Tri-Abol Mechanus control their operations. usually with only one or two heavily defended spire cities. Hive is the next class and most commonly seen as the living quarters of the Mechanus. Home to dozens of spire cities which protrude from the planets like infections. Factory class worlds are entire worlds dedicated to the production of machines, the lifeblood of the Mechanus. The only living things on these polluted worlds are Tri-Abol, encased in protective suits. The final and rarest type is the Swarm class, the staging base of the Tri-Abol fleets.
Fleet:
Named ships:
The Tri-Astares - flagship of the entire Mechanus and a Converter class (Dreadnaught)
The Manta-Astares - Dreadnaught in control of protecting the Manta system
The Quas-Astares - Dreadnaught in control of protecting the Quas system
10xHive Beasts - Gigantic ships which carry in their belly full compliments of Tri-Abol ground forces, each one a miniature space locked factory.
10xSwarmers - Smaller ships ready for space combat, usually 2 escorting a single Hive Beast - they carry with them massive numbers of fighters and heavy ordinance. Able to hold their own in a fight but require the swarms of fighters to win them.
2xCorruptor - Massive single entities which go from planet to planet setting up factories and corrupting their atmospheres before moving on.
Empire Strengths:
The Mechanus have incredible robotics technology, with roughly 60% of their population being AI in nature. As such they are able to exist on nearly every planet regardless of the conditions since once the factories are there they will begin churning out machines. As a result, they are a group that is hard to stamp out, with countless machines burrowing all over the surface of every planet. The Mechanus also has most of its high level AI, paticularly those that contol the most important of affairs interlinked so that every machine knows what happens to each other and so can react accordingly to changes.
Empire Weaknesses:
The insectoid Tri Abol themselves are very physically inferior to most other space-faring species, to the point where many would simply die without protective suits. Considering the are entirely reliant for expansion on the corrupters who take a long time to convert worlds to Mechanus needs they expand extremely slowly. The Tri-Abol violently oppose genetic manipulation so have created both a major eradication of this but also suffer large black markets in return, trading in genetic upgrades for boons on the massive underbellies of the spire cities
Planets(Territory):
Home System - Tri-mechanics: 5 planets
Tri-Astera - Homeplanet and Citadel class world
Tri-Morda - Hive class world
Tri-Adera - Swarm class world
Tri-Kalesa - Hive class world
Tri- Saren - Factory class world
Manta System: 3 planets
Manta-Feras - Citadel class world
Manta-Quor - Hive class world
Manta- Jires - Factory class world
Quas System: 3 planets
Quas-Slias - Citadel class world
Quas-Nadar - Hive class world
Quas Syl - Swarm class planet
World classes- Citadel is the capital of the system and from which the Tri-Abol Mechanus control their operations. usually with only one or two heavily defended spire cities. Hive is the next class and most commonly seen as the living quarters of the Mechanus. Home to dozens of spire cities which protrude from the planets like infections. Factory class worlds are entire worlds dedicated to the production of machines, the lifeblood of the Mechanus. The only living things on these polluted worlds are Tri-Abol, encased in protective suits. The final and rarest type is the Swarm class, the staging base of the Tri-Abol fleets.
Fleet:
Named ships:
The Tri-Astares - flagship of the entire Mechanus and a Converter class (Dreadnaught)
The Manta-Astares - Dreadnaught in control of protecting the Manta system
The Quas-Astares - Dreadnaught in control of protecting the Quas system
10xHive Beasts - Gigantic ships which carry in their belly full compliments of Tri-Abol ground forces, each one a miniature space locked factory.
10xSwarmers - Smaller ships ready for space combat, usually 2 escorting a single Hive Beast - they carry with them massive numbers of fighters and heavy ordinance. Able to hold their own in a fight but require the swarms of fighters to win them.
2xCorruptor - Massive single entities which go from planet to planet setting up factories and corrupting their atmospheres before moving on.
Empire Strengths:
The Mechanus have incredible robotics technology, with roughly 60% of their population being AI in nature. As such they are able to exist on nearly every planet regardless of the conditions since once the factories are there they will begin churning out machines. As a result, they are a group that is hard to stamp out, with countless machines burrowing all over the surface of every planet. The Mechanus also has most of its high level AI, paticularly those that contol the most important of affairs interlinked so that every machine knows what happens to each other and so can react accordingly to changes.
Empire Weaknesses:
The insectoid Tri Abol themselves are very physically inferior to most other space-faring species, to the point where many would simply die without protective suits. Considering the are entirely reliant for expansion on the corrupters who take a long time to convert worlds to Mechanus needs they expand extremely slowly. The Tri-Abol violently oppose genetic manipulation so have created both a major eradication of this but also suffer large black markets in return, trading in genetic upgrades for boons on the massive underbellies of the spire cities
Unit-00 wrote:
Empire Name: The Tri-Abol Mechanus
Planets(Territory):
Home System - Tri-mechanics: 5 planets
Tri-Astera - Homeplanet and Citadel class world
Tri-Morda - Hive class world
Tri-Adera - Swarm class world
Tri-Kalesa - Hive class world
Tri- Saren - Factory class world
Manta System: 3 planets
Manta-Feras - Citadel class world
Manta-Quor - Hive class world
Manta- Jires - Factory class world
Quas System: 3 planets
Quas-Slias - Citadel class world
Quas-Nadar - Hive class world
Quas Syl - Swarm class planet
World classes- Citadel is the capital of the system and from which the Tri-Abol Mechanus control their operations. usually with only one or two heavily defended spire cities. Hive is the next class and most commonly seen as the living quarters of the Mechanus. Home to dozens of spire cities which protrude from the planets like infections. Factory class worlds are entire worlds dedicated to the production of machines, the lifeblood of the Mechanus. The only living things on these polluted worlds are Tri-Abol, encased in protective suits. The final and rarest type is the Swarm class, the staging base of the Tri-Abol fleets.
Fleet:
Named ships:
The Tri-Astares - flagship of the entire Mechanus and a Converter class (Dreadnaught)
The Manta-Astares - Dreadnaught in control of protecting the Manta system
The Quas-Astares - Dreadnaught in control of protecting the Quas system
10xHive Beasts - Gigantic ships which carry in their belly full compliments of Tri-Abol ground forces, each one a miniature space locked factory.
20xSwarmers - Smaller ships ready for space combat, usually 2 escorting a single Hive Beast - they carry with them massive numbers of fighters and heavy ordinance. Able to hold their own in a fight but require the swarms of fighters to win them.
2xCorruptor - Massive single entities which go from planet to planet setting up factories and corrupting their atmospheres before moving on.
Empire Strengths:
The Mechanus have incredible robotics technology, with roughly 60% of their population being AI in nature. As such they are able to exist on nearly every planet regardless of the conditions since once the factories are there they will begin churning out machines. As a result, they are a group that is hard to stamp out, with countless machines burrowing all over the surface of every planet. The Mechanus also has most of its high level AI, paticularly those that contol the most important of affairs interlinked so that every machine knows what happens to each other and so can react accordingly to changes.
Empire Weaknesses:
The insectoid Tri Abol themselves are very physically inferior to most other space-faring species, to the point where many would simply die without protective suits. Considering the are entirely reliant for expansion on the corrupters who take a long time to convert worlds to Mechanus needs they expand extremely slowly. The Tri-Abol violently oppose genetic manipulation so have created both a major eradication of this but also suffer large black markets in return, trading in genetic upgrades for boons on the massive underbellies of the spire cities
Planets(Territory):
Home System - Tri-mechanics: 5 planets
Tri-Astera - Homeplanet and Citadel class world
Tri-Morda - Hive class world
Tri-Adera - Swarm class world
Tri-Kalesa - Hive class world
Tri- Saren - Factory class world
Manta System: 3 planets
Manta-Feras - Citadel class world
Manta-Quor - Hive class world
Manta- Jires - Factory class world
Quas System: 3 planets
Quas-Slias - Citadel class world
Quas-Nadar - Hive class world
Quas Syl - Swarm class planet
World classes- Citadel is the capital of the system and from which the Tri-Abol Mechanus control their operations. usually with only one or two heavily defended spire cities. Hive is the next class and most commonly seen as the living quarters of the Mechanus. Home to dozens of spire cities which protrude from the planets like infections. Factory class worlds are entire worlds dedicated to the production of machines, the lifeblood of the Mechanus. The only living things on these polluted worlds are Tri-Abol, encased in protective suits. The final and rarest type is the Swarm class, the staging base of the Tri-Abol fleets.
Fleet:
Named ships:
The Tri-Astares - flagship of the entire Mechanus and a Converter class (Dreadnaught)
The Manta-Astares - Dreadnaught in control of protecting the Manta system
The Quas-Astares - Dreadnaught in control of protecting the Quas system
10xHive Beasts - Gigantic ships which carry in their belly full compliments of Tri-Abol ground forces, each one a miniature space locked factory.
20xSwarmers - Smaller ships ready for space combat, usually 2 escorting a single Hive Beast - they carry with them massive numbers of fighters and heavy ordinance. Able to hold their own in a fight but require the swarms of fighters to win them.
2xCorruptor - Massive single entities which go from planet to planet setting up factories and corrupting their atmospheres before moving on.
Empire Strengths:
The Mechanus have incredible robotics technology, with roughly 60% of their population being AI in nature. As such they are able to exist on nearly every planet regardless of the conditions since once the factories are there they will begin churning out machines. As a result, they are a group that is hard to stamp out, with countless machines burrowing all over the surface of every planet. The Mechanus also has most of its high level AI, paticularly those that contol the most important of affairs interlinked so that every machine knows what happens to each other and so can react accordingly to changes.
Empire Weaknesses:
The insectoid Tri Abol themselves are very physically inferior to most other space-faring species, to the point where many would simply die without protective suits. Considering the are entirely reliant for expansion on the corrupters who take a long time to convert worlds to Mechanus needs they expand extremely slowly. The Tri-Abol violently oppose genetic manipulation so have created both a major eradication of this but also suffer large black markets in return, trading in genetic upgrades for boons on the massive underbellies of the spire cities
Unit-00 wrote:
Empire Name: The Tri-Abol Mechanus
Planets(Territory):
Home System - Tri-mechanics: 5 planets
Tri-Astera - Homeplanet and Citadel class world
Tri-Morda - Hive class world
Tri-Adera - Swarm class world
Tri-Kalesa - Hive class world
Tri- Saren - Factory class world
Manta System: 3 planets
Manta-Feras - Citadel class world
Manta-Quor - Hive class world
Manta- Jires - Factory class world
Quas System: 3 planets
Quas-Slias - Citadel class world
Quas-Nadar - Hive class world
Quas Syl - Swarm class planet
World classes- Citadel is the capital of the system and from which the Tri-Abol Mechanus control their operations. usually with only one or two heavily defended spire cities. Hive is the next class and most commonly seen as the living quarters of the Mechanus. Home to dozens of spire cities which protrude from the planets like infections. Factory class worlds are entire worlds dedicated to the production of machines, the lifeblood of the Mechanus. The only living things on these polluted worlds are Tri-Abol, encased in protective suits. The final and rarest type is the Swarm class, the staging base of the Tri-Abol fleets.
Fleet:
Named ships:
The Tri-Astares - flagship of the entire Mechanus and a Converter class (Dreadnaught)
The Manta-Astares - Dreadnaught in control of protecting the Manta system
The Quas-Astares - Dreadnaught in control of protecting the Quas system
10xHive Beasts - Gigantic ships which carry in their belly full compliments of Tri-Abol ground forces, each one a miniature space locked factory.
20xSwarmers - Smaller ships ready for space combat, usually 2 escorting a single Hive Beast - they carry with them massive numbers of fighters and heavy ordinance. Able to hold their own in a fight but require the swarms of fighters to win them.
2xCorruptor - Massive single entities which go from planet to planet setting up factories and corrupting their atmospheres before moving on.
Empire Strengths:
The Mechanus have incredible robotics technology, with roughly 60% of their population being AI in nature. As such they are able to exist on nearly every planet regardless of the conditions since once the factories are there they will begin churning out machines. As a result, they are a group that is hard to stamp out, with countless machines burrowing all over the surface of every planet. The Mechanus also has most of its high level AI, paticularly those that contol the most important of affairs interlinked so that every machine knows what happens to each other and so can react accordingly to changes.
Empire Weaknesses:
The insectoid Tri Abol themselves are very physically inferior to most other space-faring species, to the point where many would simply die without protective suits. Considering the are entirely reliant for expansion on the corrupters who take a long time to convert worlds to Mechanus needs they expand extremely slowly. The Tri-Abol violently oppose genetic manipulation so have created both a major eradication of this but also suffer large black markets in return, trading in genetic upgrades for boons on the massive underbellies of the spire cities
Planets(Territory):
Home System - Tri-mechanics: 5 planets
Tri-Astera - Homeplanet and Citadel class world
Tri-Morda - Hive class world
Tri-Adera - Swarm class world
Tri-Kalesa - Hive class world
Tri- Saren - Factory class world
Manta System: 3 planets
Manta-Feras - Citadel class world
Manta-Quor - Hive class world
Manta- Jires - Factory class world
Quas System: 3 planets
Quas-Slias - Citadel class world
Quas-Nadar - Hive class world
Quas Syl - Swarm class planet
World classes- Citadel is the capital of the system and from which the Tri-Abol Mechanus control their operations. usually with only one or two heavily defended spire cities. Hive is the next class and most commonly seen as the living quarters of the Mechanus. Home to dozens of spire cities which protrude from the planets like infections. Factory class worlds are entire worlds dedicated to the production of machines, the lifeblood of the Mechanus. The only living things on these polluted worlds are Tri-Abol, encased in protective suits. The final and rarest type is the Swarm class, the staging base of the Tri-Abol fleets.
Fleet:
Named ships:
The Tri-Astares - flagship of the entire Mechanus and a Converter class (Dreadnaught)
The Manta-Astares - Dreadnaught in control of protecting the Manta system
The Quas-Astares - Dreadnaught in control of protecting the Quas system
10xHive Beasts - Gigantic ships which carry in their belly full compliments of Tri-Abol ground forces, each one a miniature space locked factory.
20xSwarmers - Smaller ships ready for space combat, usually 2 escorting a single Hive Beast - they carry with them massive numbers of fighters and heavy ordinance. Able to hold their own in a fight but require the swarms of fighters to win them.
2xCorruptor - Massive single entities which go from planet to planet setting up factories and corrupting their atmospheres before moving on.
Empire Strengths:
The Mechanus have incredible robotics technology, with roughly 60% of their population being AI in nature. As such they are able to exist on nearly every planet regardless of the conditions since once the factories are there they will begin churning out machines. As a result, they are a group that is hard to stamp out, with countless machines burrowing all over the surface of every planet. The Mechanus also has most of its high level AI, paticularly those that contol the most important of affairs interlinked so that every machine knows what happens to each other and so can react accordingly to changes.
Empire Weaknesses:
The insectoid Tri Abol themselves are very physically inferior to most other space-faring species, to the point where many would simply die without protective suits. Considering the are entirely reliant for expansion on the corrupters who take a long time to convert worlds to Mechanus needs they expand extremely slowly. The Tri-Abol violently oppose genetic manipulation so have created both a major eradication of this but also suffer large black markets in return, trading in genetic upgrades for boons on the massive underbellies of the spire cities
Isaiah Lim wrote:
Ulyre wrote:
Isaiah Lim wrote:
Ulyre wrote:
Isaiah Lim wrote:
Isaiah nodded at the scientist.
"Well, my empire is interested in the pursuit of knowledge. If you like, I can send you files that detail our anatomy, physiology and psychology in return for yours. I'll redirect you to my science Minister if you redirect me to your Councillor."
((I don't mind a few skirmishes like starfleet vs klingons in Into Darkness but I think a full-scale war this early defies all logic. It needs to develop into one and even then there should be room for a peace settlement and negotiations without total annihilation of one or the other. Purely antagonistic RPs aren't fun after all))
"Well, my empire is interested in the pursuit of knowledge. If you like, I can send you files that detail our anatomy, physiology and psychology in return for yours. I'll redirect you to my science Minister if you redirect me to your Councillor."
((I don't mind a few skirmishes like starfleet vs klingons in Into Darkness but I think a full-scale war this early defies all logic. It needs to develop into one and even then there should be room for a peace settlement and negotiations without total annihilation of one or the other. Purely antagonistic RPs aren't fun after all))
"We would greatly appreciate that. We shall gladly exchange in this information." they said.
Finding the channel to redirect Isaiah to Councilor Ulyre. The leader of the Cogniut was at the front of the communication panel, already focused on the psionic message sender with the rest of the Council in the background.
"Doctor Ghyt informed me you wish to form an alliance with us." they said.
Isaiah was somewhat taken aback. "An alliance at this time may be presumptious," he cautioned, "after all, this is first contact for us. What we would like to do, however, is form trade relations as we expand not only our empire, but our understanding of the known universe."
Isaiah sheepishly scratches his head as he said, "well... we don't really know what you have to offer, but I suppose anything that we can study which isn't from our system at the moment, and fuel sources. My system is down to about 20% of what it once had and supplies are dwindling. We could probably only survive with power for another 60 years but no more. We can offer research technology, military arms and medical supplies in return."
Isaiah tented his hands and said, "excellent, but I was also hoping for chemical samples from your planet?" He flashed a copy of the periodic table on the screen, "these elements are native to our system, and we were wondering if there are any on yours that aren't here?"
((assume that the other planets in Earth's system have some heavy metals discovered but aren't harvested on a large-scale))
((assume that the other planets in Earth's system have some heavy metals discovered but aren't harvested on a large-scale))
Isaiah Lim wrote:
Isaiah tented his hands and said, "excellent, but I was also hoping for chemical samples from your planet?" He flashed a copy of the periodic table on the screen, "these elements are native to our system, and we were wondering if there are any on yours that aren't here?"
((assume that the other planets in Earth's system have some heavy metals discovered but aren't harvested on a large-scale))
((assume that the other planets in Earth's system have some heavy metals discovered but aren't harvested on a large-scale))
"We can only understand your language by converting it into psionic signals, but to decipher your periodic table we would have to be in the same area as you to probe your thoughts and knowledge by extension. However, we will provide you samples of our planet and the metals we commonly use." They said.
Isaiah swore mentally, then kicked himself for doing that in front of a psychic species. He'd need to discipline himself if he ever met them in person.
"That'll be fine but perhaps we should set up a translation system for easier oral and written communication in the future?"
"That'll be fine but perhaps we should set up a translation system for easier oral and written communication in the future?"
Isaiah Lim wrote:
Isaiah swore mentally, then kicked himself for doing that in front of a psychic species. He'd need to discipline himself if he ever met them in person.
"That'll be fine but perhaps we should set up a translation system for easier oral and written communication in the future?"
"That'll be fine but perhaps we should set up a translation system for easier oral and written communication in the future?"
*Spartan Corvettes warp into Sengan Space to recover the disabled transport*
Captain Kiran hailed the new ship and relayed the same message.
"Unknown spacecraft, identify youself and state your intentions or we will open fire."
"Unknown spacecraft, identify youself and state your intentions or we will open fire."
Isaiah nodded at Ulyre and said "I'll get the linguistics department on it. Meanwhile, I need to get the cargo ships mobilised." His phone rang and he picked it up. Isaiah frowned as he heard what was on the other line.
"Understood, you have permission to engage if they display hostile intentions."
Setting down the phone, Isaiah looked at Ulyre once more and explained "it seems we have a security breach. I can't allow any commercial spacecraft to depart until the matter is dealt with. I will contact you again once it is resolved." With that, he shut off hailing frequency.
"Understood, you have permission to engage if they display hostile intentions."
Setting down the phone, Isaiah looked at Ulyre once more and explained "it seems we have a security breach. I can't allow any commercial spacecraft to depart until the matter is dealt with. I will contact you again once it is resolved." With that, he shut off hailing frequency.
Isaiah Lim wrote:
Captain Kiran hailed the new ship and relayed the same message.
"Unknown spacecraft, identify youself and state your intentions or we will open fire."
"Unknown spacecraft, identify youself and state your intentions or we will open fire."
*All 3 corvettes try to lock onto the transport with their hyper beams*
(1-4 complete failure
5-6 one Corvette locks it in
7-8 two corvettes lock it in
9-10 all corvettes lock it in)
rolled 1d10 and got a natural 9. After the modifier of +2, got 11
The arrival of 3 new spacecraft unsettled Captain Kiran, but being a seasoned field commander, he knew that acting on insufficient information often resulted in fatal consequences. As of yet, he did not detect "hostile intent". If anything, the 3 arrivals seemed to be facilitating the removal of the first unidentified craft.
Opening the communications channel with his men, he gave his instructions. "Standby, do not open fire unless I give the command."
Opening the communications channel with his men, he gave his instructions. "Standby, do not open fire unless I give the command."
*A significant amount of dreadnought sized ships (Dreadnought 3 and her escorts) are docked one system over in GSE space. The 3 corvettes slowly pull the "disabled" transport out of Sengan space towards the system with the dreadnought sized ships,*
Captain Kiran and his flight docked on the Plutonian outpost. An hour later, he submitted his incident report.
Star date 2369.48 Incident report: Unidentified spacecraft
Unidentified spacecrafts were spotted entering Senga Empire space. Firefight averted, intentions as yet unclear. Possibly a simple engine failure but the coincidence with the Emperor contacting foreign lifeforms is... troubling. Reccommended procedure: mobilise reserve forces and remain on patrol for the next week.
Lieutenant-colonel Wei Jie, commanding officer of the 1st Plutonian Battlalion, read the Captain's report with a mixture of interest and concern. Picking up the phone, he contacted his superior, Major-General Han Seng- also known as MG Tee Kee (iron teeth in hokkien) for his renowned ferocity and determination which kept the Plutonian Corps in top condition despite their distance from the main force- who was the Planetary Commander of the Plutonian Corps.
MG Han Seng was, understandably, disgruntled by the news. He'd campaigned against numerous political prisoner insurgencies and was a true war veteran but alien life meant alien tactics in both senses of the word. Could this be a feint? He asked himself. This was the first time unidentified spacecraft had entered Sengan Space and his experience afforded him little counsel in the matter.
The next day, the order went out to all military staff members, reservists and regulars alike. Support staff and frontline soldiers were all activated and instructed to report to their respective camps within the next 48 hours. Soldiers part of the main force on Mars would be allowed to book out every alternative day and would be demobilised within a month to prevent an economy crash, but the Plutonian Corps would be on standby until the order to stand down was given.
Star date 2369.48 Incident report: Unidentified spacecraft
Unidentified spacecrafts were spotted entering Senga Empire space. Firefight averted, intentions as yet unclear. Possibly a simple engine failure but the coincidence with the Emperor contacting foreign lifeforms is... troubling. Reccommended procedure: mobilise reserve forces and remain on patrol for the next week.
Lieutenant-colonel Wei Jie, commanding officer of the 1st Plutonian Battlalion, read the Captain's report with a mixture of interest and concern. Picking up the phone, he contacted his superior, Major-General Han Seng- also known as MG Tee Kee (iron teeth in hokkien) for his renowned ferocity and determination which kept the Plutonian Corps in top condition despite their distance from the main force- who was the Planetary Commander of the Plutonian Corps.
MG Han Seng was, understandably, disgruntled by the news. He'd campaigned against numerous political prisoner insurgencies and was a true war veteran but alien life meant alien tactics in both senses of the word. Could this be a feint? He asked himself. This was the first time unidentified spacecraft had entered Sengan Space and his experience afforded him little counsel in the matter.
The next day, the order went out to all military staff members, reservists and regulars alike. Support staff and frontline soldiers were all activated and instructed to report to their respective camps within the next 48 hours. Soldiers part of the main force on Mars would be allowed to book out every alternative day and would be demobilised within a month to prevent an economy crash, but the Plutonian Corps would be on standby until the order to stand down was given.
((Excuse the filler, I'm preoccupied with my own upcoming enlistment and want to kill time))
"Baris, sedia!" Chief Warrant Officer (CWO) Syahmi's voice rang out across the parade square as the battalion began their morning parade. Pace stick in hand, he reflected on the seriousness of the situation with contacted aliens. The usual drills for in-camp training usually weren't this strict. Parade commands tended to be strictly for conscripts and those on actice duty. However, the alarm had been raised and the men needed to go through their combat drills. Parade drills would be limited to opening and closing parade.
"Baris, kekanan lurus!" he gave the order to spread out by one arm spacing
"One-check-one!" the timer's timing was followed by the sharp bang of hundreds of combat boots in near-perfect synchronisation. CWO Syahmi had been blessed with a battalion that was very on the ball.
"Pandang kedepan, pandang!" the order to look in front was made.
"Baris, hormat commanding officer, hormat!" he gave the order to salute the commanding officer, Lieutenant-colonel (LTC) Wei Jie.
"Check-up!"
"Baris, sedia!"
"Check-down!"
Satisfied, CWO Syahmi marched up to LTC Wei Jie and reported the battalion strength.
"Good morning sir!" he greeted.
"Good morning, encik!" LTC returned the greeting using the honorific for warrant officers when addressed by officers.
"1st Plutonian Armoured Regiment reporting in for combat duty. Total strength: 3000. Current strength: 2969. We have 31 men currently on medical leave."
"Understood. Carry on with the routine order."
CWO Syahmi saluted LTC Wei Jie who returned the salute. Syahmi then turned and marched back to his position in the parade.
"Baris, keluar baris!"
"One-check-one-check-up-check-down-check left, right left, Armour!" the parade ended as the men shouted their vocation, the Armoured unit.
Thereafter, the battalion was split into their individual platoons and went through with combat drills. The Armour soldiers, both Armoured Infantry and Tank Crew, all had to draw arms first. Most drew the Senga Army Rifle model 30 (SAR30) as their personal arms. Others had to withdraw the light machine gun known as the Ultimax 3000 (U3K), the M500 Grenade Launcher and the SPIKE 60 anti-tank rocket launcher as the section heavy arms.
Afterwards, the men were sent to their individual company vehicle sheds to engage in live firing exercises.
...
The Plutonian Corps were all being mobilised, from the Infantry, Guards and Commando units to Combat Engineers, Field Medics and Transport. The Army units all participated in ship boarding and dismounting exercises twice a day, once before and once after their vocational training. Some men were enthusiastic and pleased to get away from the rat race. Others were concerned about their jobs and families. Others still just wanted to get out of camp and training. Ultimately, every soldier did their part to contribute to Senga's first line of defence against interstellar threat.
As the men went through training, they started singing their traditional army songs.
Infantry song:
We are oh ah infantry ah
Got no time to comb my hair, AH!
Got no time to kiwi boots, AH!
Got no time to go pang dio, AH!
Got no time to go pang sai, AH!
Got no time to go pang pui, AH!
Got no time to go pang pao, AH!
Got no time to pak chew cheng, AH!
Got no time to call honey, AH!
Got no time to call darling, AH!
Got no time to see movie, AH!
Got no time to go pak tor, AH!
Got no time to stand by bed, AH!
Got no time for first parade, AH!
Got no time to pack fullpack, AH!
Got no time to clean rifle, AH!
Got no time to report sick, AH!
Got no time to take cover, AH!
Route March Song:
When the whistle blows
Silence everywhere
And the flag goes up
In the battalion square
Soldiers all around
Never let you down
'Cause we are the best
In the SAF
So echo... echo out loud
Senga warriors never let you down
So echo... echo out loud
Senga warriors never let you down
Up in the sky
Where planes fly high
And the parachutes bloom
Like flowers in the sky
I wanna be...
A Senga warrior
'Cause we are the best
In the SAF
So echo... echo out loud Senga warriors never let you down
So echo... echo out loud Senga warriors never let you down
In Camp Training song
On the 30th October
Go open mob to be soldier
Waving goodbye to my girl
Now it’s time for me to serve
IC changed from pink to green
No. 4 replaced my jeans
No body to keep things clean, Ownself must do everything ya
Aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo
One guy late whole lot knock it down,
Anything also push the ground,
In a file if you move around
Jumping jacks unlimited counts
Chiong sua till I want to keng
Sunburn till I chao da skin
Half-full bottle drink and drink
Drink till whole day go latrine ya
Aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo
Up the low rope over the wall
Apex ladder down I fall
Pick myself up and chiong somemore SOC just shag my balls
Everything OTOT
Still couldn’t pass IPPT
Stay back in camp to RT
Weekend kena burnt like free ya
Aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo
During field camp build basha
Build too slow tio samula
Sergeants became Godzilla
Kena tekan in the mud
Dig and dig with ET blade
Dig a lobang called shellscrape
Dig till my arms nearly break
Dig till my buddy hyperventilate ya Aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo
Hokkien Peng song
june 23 is a bad day (lak gay dee sar see pai lit ji)
it's also my entry into army (ar see sio dee eh lip peng see)
early morning must take taxi (chit jar puay char ai zey tek see)
in the end i must get to CMPB (kao beh ai lai kao CMPB)
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
well i've reached CMPB (tung wa lao gao CMPB)
the officer kept my red IC (peng tao siew ki ang teng ki)
asked me go inside to check body (kio wa lik kee cek bor lee)
and then sent me to ITD (lian ow sung wa ki ITD ah)
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ITD are 3-storied buildings (ITD si sar lao chu)
it is also my bungalow (ah si sio di eh chia hong chu)
has an iron steel bed and a metal locker (wu gung bin chng ka ti du)
army shirt and army pants all have (peng sar peng kor long zong wu ah)
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
black black two stripes call corporal (or or neng diow kio corporal)
black black three stripes call sergeant (or or sar diow kio sarzen)
black black three stripes plus a crab (or or sar diow keh ji jiak zim)
that one is called CSM (hi dey gio zho CSM ah)
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
sergeant if he throws a fit (sar zen na see huat ti ki)
up stairs, down stairs, run until you die (lao teng lao ka jao hor li see)
no 3 and no 4 (dum ber three ka dum ber fore)
for no good reason, change and change (bo tai bo ji wa lai wa kee)
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
morning must training until at night (tee gng dio training kao um mee)
dig trench, drill and SOC (zng kung char chow SOC)
most jia lat is run 5 kilometers (siong dey jia lat see chow gor kong lee)
sometimes still must carry casualty (wu see go dio gng cash oh tee ah)
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
((last song to be sung in the hokkien lyrics. English translation provided for the enjoyment of all)
"Baris, sedia!" Chief Warrant Officer (CWO) Syahmi's voice rang out across the parade square as the battalion began their morning parade. Pace stick in hand, he reflected on the seriousness of the situation with contacted aliens. The usual drills for in-camp training usually weren't this strict. Parade commands tended to be strictly for conscripts and those on actice duty. However, the alarm had been raised and the men needed to go through their combat drills. Parade drills would be limited to opening and closing parade.
"Baris, kekanan lurus!" he gave the order to spread out by one arm spacing
"One-check-one!" the timer's timing was followed by the sharp bang of hundreds of combat boots in near-perfect synchronisation. CWO Syahmi had been blessed with a battalion that was very on the ball.
"Pandang kedepan, pandang!" the order to look in front was made.
"Baris, hormat commanding officer, hormat!" he gave the order to salute the commanding officer, Lieutenant-colonel (LTC) Wei Jie.
"Check-up!"
"Baris, sedia!"
"Check-down!"
Satisfied, CWO Syahmi marched up to LTC Wei Jie and reported the battalion strength.
"Good morning sir!" he greeted.
"Good morning, encik!" LTC returned the greeting using the honorific for warrant officers when addressed by officers.
"1st Plutonian Armoured Regiment reporting in for combat duty. Total strength: 3000. Current strength: 2969. We have 31 men currently on medical leave."
"Understood. Carry on with the routine order."
CWO Syahmi saluted LTC Wei Jie who returned the salute. Syahmi then turned and marched back to his position in the parade.
"Baris, keluar baris!"
"One-check-one-check-up-check-down-check left, right left, Armour!" the parade ended as the men shouted their vocation, the Armoured unit.
Thereafter, the battalion was split into their individual platoons and went through with combat drills. The Armour soldiers, both Armoured Infantry and Tank Crew, all had to draw arms first. Most drew the Senga Army Rifle model 30 (SAR30) as their personal arms. Others had to withdraw the light machine gun known as the Ultimax 3000 (U3K), the M500 Grenade Launcher and the SPIKE 60 anti-tank rocket launcher as the section heavy arms.
Afterwards, the men were sent to their individual company vehicle sheds to engage in live firing exercises.
...
The Plutonian Corps were all being mobilised, from the Infantry, Guards and Commando units to Combat Engineers, Field Medics and Transport. The Army units all participated in ship boarding and dismounting exercises twice a day, once before and once after their vocational training. Some men were enthusiastic and pleased to get away from the rat race. Others were concerned about their jobs and families. Others still just wanted to get out of camp and training. Ultimately, every soldier did their part to contribute to Senga's first line of defence against interstellar threat.
As the men went through training, they started singing their traditional army songs.
Infantry song:
We are oh ah infantry ah
Got no time to comb my hair, AH!
Got no time to kiwi boots, AH!
Got no time to go pang dio, AH!
Got no time to go pang sai, AH!
Got no time to go pang pui, AH!
Got no time to go pang pao, AH!
Got no time to pak chew cheng, AH!
Got no time to call honey, AH!
Got no time to call darling, AH!
Got no time to see movie, AH!
Got no time to go pak tor, AH!
Got no time to stand by bed, AH!
Got no time for first parade, AH!
Got no time to pack fullpack, AH!
Got no time to clean rifle, AH!
Got no time to report sick, AH!
Got no time to take cover, AH!
Route March Song:
When the whistle blows
Silence everywhere
And the flag goes up
In the battalion square
Soldiers all around
Never let you down
'Cause we are the best
In the SAF
So echo... echo out loud
Senga warriors never let you down
So echo... echo out loud
Senga warriors never let you down
Up in the sky
Where planes fly high
And the parachutes bloom
Like flowers in the sky
I wanna be...
A Senga warrior
'Cause we are the best
In the SAF
So echo... echo out loud Senga warriors never let you down
So echo... echo out loud Senga warriors never let you down
In Camp Training song
On the 30th October
Go open mob to be soldier
Waving goodbye to my girl
Now it’s time for me to serve
IC changed from pink to green
No. 4 replaced my jeans
No body to keep things clean, Ownself must do everything ya
Aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo
One guy late whole lot knock it down,
Anything also push the ground,
In a file if you move around
Jumping jacks unlimited counts
Chiong sua till I want to keng
Sunburn till I chao da skin
Half-full bottle drink and drink
Drink till whole day go latrine ya
Aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo
Up the low rope over the wall
Apex ladder down I fall
Pick myself up and chiong somemore SOC just shag my balls
Everything OTOT
Still couldn’t pass IPPT
Stay back in camp to RT
Weekend kena burnt like free ya
Aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo
During field camp build basha
Build too slow tio samula
Sergeants became Godzilla
Kena tekan in the mud
Dig and dig with ET blade
Dig a lobang called shellscrape
Dig till my arms nearly break
Dig till my buddy hyperventilate ya Aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo aiyo, aiyo, ai aiyo
Hokkien Peng song
june 23 is a bad day (lak gay dee sar see pai lit ji)
it's also my entry into army (ar see sio dee eh lip peng see)
early morning must take taxi (chit jar puay char ai zey tek see)
in the end i must get to CMPB (kao beh ai lai kao CMPB)
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
well i've reached CMPB (tung wa lao gao CMPB)
the officer kept my red IC (peng tao siew ki ang teng ki)
asked me go inside to check body (kio wa lik kee cek bor lee)
and then sent me to ITD (lian ow sung wa ki ITD ah)
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ITD are 3-storied buildings (ITD si sar lao chu)
it is also my bungalow (ah si sio di eh chia hong chu)
has an iron steel bed and a metal locker (wu gung bin chng ka ti du)
army shirt and army pants all have (peng sar peng kor long zong wu ah)
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
black black two stripes call corporal (or or neng diow kio corporal)
black black three stripes call sergeant (or or sar diow kio sarzen)
black black three stripes plus a crab (or or sar diow keh ji jiak zim)
that one is called CSM (hi dey gio zho CSM ah)
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
sergeant if he throws a fit (sar zen na see huat ti ki)
up stairs, down stairs, run until you die (lao teng lao ka jao hor li see)
no 3 and no 4 (dum ber three ka dum ber fore)
for no good reason, change and change (bo tai bo ji wa lai wa kee)
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
morning must training until at night (tee gng dio training kao um mee)
dig trench, drill and SOC (zng kung char chow SOC)
most jia lat is run 5 kilometers (siong dey jia lat see chow gor kong lee)
sometimes still must carry casualty (wu see go dio gng cash oh tee ah)
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
ai yo ai yo ai ai yo
((last song to be sung in the hokkien lyrics. English translation provided for the enjoyment of all)
*the spartan corvettes warp out of Sengan space with the transport in tow*
*GSE Scout Probe Droids are seen scanning the Sengan planets for suitable occupational candidates*
*GSE Scout Probe Droids are seen scanning the Sengan planets for suitable occupational candidates*
The spacewolves were dispatched much more quickly this time in light of the open mobilisation exercise. This time, Captain Joshua was the flight commander. They quickly reached the spartan droids and relayed the same message as the day before.
"Unidentified spacecraft, state your intentions or we will open fire."
"Unidentified spacecraft, state your intentions or we will open fire."
*Kraxia, the military planet nearest Sengan space prepared to deploy the invasion force of 2 armies of GSE Army Troops, 2 armies of GSE Marines and 2 armies of GSE Army Sentinels.*
*the ready deployment alarm(think imperial alarm from star wars) rings out as the GSE Marines begin their marching cadence."
GSE High General(In spartish): "LEFT, LEFT, LEFT RIGHT LEFT."
GSE Marines (In Spartish): "LEFT, LEFT, LEFT RIGHT LEFT."
*the ground trembles as 100,000 (50,000 per army) fully equipped power GSE Marine armors along with 300,000 pairs of boots (150,000 per army) march in perfect sync.*
GSE High General: "I DON'T KNOW BUT I'VE BEEN TOLD!"
GSE Marines: "I DON'T KNOW BUT I'VE BEEN TOLD!!"
GSE High General: "BOOT CAMP LIFE IS GETTIN OLD!"
GSE Marines: "BOOT CAMP LIFE IS GETTIN OLD!!"
GSE High General: "THE SUPREME EMPORER HAS CALLED ME TO GO!"
GSE Marines: "THE SUPREME EMPORER HAS CALLED ME TO GO!!
GSE High General: "THE POWER OF THE EMPIRE I MUST SHOW!"
GSE Marines: "THE POWER OF THE EMPIRE I MUST SHOW!!"
*the ready deployment alarm(think imperial alarm from star wars) rings out as the GSE Marines begin their marching cadence."
GSE High General(In spartish): "LEFT, LEFT, LEFT RIGHT LEFT."
GSE Marines (In Spartish): "LEFT, LEFT, LEFT RIGHT LEFT."
*the ground trembles as 100,000 (50,000 per army) fully equipped power GSE Marine armors along with 300,000 pairs of boots (150,000 per army) march in perfect sync.*
GSE High General: "I DON'T KNOW BUT I'VE BEEN TOLD!"
GSE Marines: "I DON'T KNOW BUT I'VE BEEN TOLD!!"
GSE High General: "BOOT CAMP LIFE IS GETTIN OLD!"
GSE Marines: "BOOT CAMP LIFE IS GETTIN OLD!!"
GSE High General: "THE SUPREME EMPORER HAS CALLED ME TO GO!"
GSE Marines: "THE SUPREME EMPORER HAS CALLED ME TO GO!!
GSE High General: "THE POWER OF THE EMPIRE I MUST SHOW!"
GSE Marines: "THE POWER OF THE EMPIRE I MUST SHOW!!"
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