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originally posted in:Gydaton RP
8/17/2017 12:37:01 AM
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[i]Aboard the flame of purity [/i]
"Admiral spire, battlefleet new Terra reports all ships ready for combat, the crusader's captain also reports battle ready."
The ship X.O. Reported to lord admiral, who nodded as he watched the cogitators showed all 15 of his ships as green. Three battle cruisers, including the flame of purity, 2 light cruisers, four destroyers, five frigates, and one carrier. The ships were the last of the navy, some were from the reserve fleet, they had been mothballed only to be pulled out for this conflict with the afflicted. Some, like the flame of purity, were of the gothic designs, newest and heavily armored at the cost of manufacture time.
"Excellent, have the other branches load aboard the ships, crusader and the flame of purity as soon as able. Have the auger scanners set for the afflicted and don't let them get the drop on us."
[i]"to all ships of battlefleet New Terra, hear me. This is Lord high Admiral Spire, activate cogitators and warp engines, weapons loaded and ready and all strike craft pilots stand too.[/i]
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[b][i]Angel had moved to the hangar bay, his twin pistols in hand and combat gear on his body. He didn't have a ship of his own, so he looked for either a deployment ship or something he could board to enter the fray[/i][/b] [spoiler]note: Angel isn't exactly an experienced flyer so he'd be better suited for once we board the enemies.[/spoiler]
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He was quickly swept up by a group of soldiers headed for a dropship, making ready for departure. They entered the heavily armored ship and sat in seats checking their equipment one final time.
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[i][b]he did the same, checking rifle first, then pistols, and then swords. He was ready for a fight, though his tactics were different than the other marines [/b][/i]
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[spoiler]ginger will be handling the groundside combat[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]aight. You wanna pass a link to him or should I?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]he'll make a post [/spoiler]
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As the fleet prepared for combat, they detected signatures not of afflicted........but of something they had not seen in years. Bastion signals? It was close, and they were all slipspace signatures, matching that of older database matches and newer ships that were yet to be seen. It was a small "fleet", only 7 or so ships, but they seemed armed to the teeth. A small contingency of craft flew ahead in a tight-knit screen, fighters ready to take out anything that crossed them. They were headed towards the planet, but towards a rift. They made no efforts to hail the NTR fleet.
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They were intercepted by afflicted ships, swarm fighters, their cruisers, and the escort ships that were in formation. While the afflicted were being battered by the NTR, this break off detachment was completely focused on bastion.
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They had almost no trouble fighting them off, the newer ships firing huge and lethal blasts of plasma that could glass New York City in minutes. They broke through, then began deploying....something. Only they knew, as they were now beyond the range of the planet-side scanners, or were using jammers.
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[spoiler]negative ghost rider [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]look, I cleared this with JT. I'm not letting you wipe them out in seconds. They have the power, and this isn't something to abuse. I'm well aware what you're thinking and what you think of me, but I'm still fairly sure that given that your fleet is bigger than mine the afflicted would destroy them if swarmed.[/spoiler]
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Ixtlilton ran through the hangar, equipment of all types able to be seen as it runs to the hanger to be apart of the ground assault. It has it's shotgun on it's back, the PDWs on it's sides. Magazines, cylinders, and a bunch of medical supplies were all over the robot. When it arrived to the hangar, it looked for where it would be needing to go for the drop to the surface
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The troopships were beginning to fill quickly but the robot soon found a ship that could carry him. The ship was readied and dispatched as the navy bombarded the afflicted.
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He would stand, looking at all the the troopers. He'd wave "Good day friends! I am Ixtlilton, I will be your combat medic for today"
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They looked at him apprehensively, unsure if the bot was going to be able to keep up or not, they'd had bad experiences with machines before that left a bitter taste in their mouths. "Oi, ixl... ilix... uhhh... doc, well call ya doc. Can you handle your self out there?"
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He nods "Affirmative. This form has been through 50 large scale wars now. If you threaten me, you won't be alive five seconds later. Medical procedures are quick and painless. So yes, I'll "handle" myself" He gives a thumbs up
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"Good to know..." The voice said before trailing off, it seems the rest of the men were a little intimidated by the machine and took to avoiding eye contact now.
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"If you don't want my medical expertise, then just tell me. Your emotional state and actions seem to indicate." He took out his shotgun and folded it open, loading in a cylinder and then closing it up.
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The soldiers looked to each other and not one spoke up to say they didn't want him there. One spoke to the contrary. "Chalk it up to pre battle jitters doc, don't take it personal like, they don't mean no harm." The man spoke with a slight southern accent and seemed personable enough.
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"Pre battle jitter...ah, yes, I've encountered this before! Hmm, well, I'll help then instead of just going on a genocidal spree against enemy combatants. Mind you, I'll still do that" He grabs his PDWs and loads them
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The soldier who had spoken was sat next to him and offered to shake his hand. "Mighty appreciated friend, names Benjamin abbot, I'm a close combat specialist. You're a mighty strange robot, not too many smart AI running around anymore."
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He took the hand a shook it quite firmly. "Ixitlilton, named after a god of healing. Been around for 7 years, not gonna stop. Close range is my specialization for combat as well." He sat down finally, his bulk of gear being able to be seen
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At the first call for preparation for combat, Meyer had already been in his room, reading. He, along with the other Devils that had been transferred with him, a platoon of about 20, headed towards their gear lockers, and got suited and booted. "Alright, Devils! Get ready for some inclement weather!" He shouted, as he grabbed his LMG and lead them out of their bunk section, into the halls of the Crusader.
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The fleets soon engaged as the first shots from the prow mounted nova cannons and torpedoes of the NTRN ships. The fighters on both sides began to dogfight where they encountered each other.
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"We need to get ready for a combat drop. Let the Aces soften up their orbital defense, so we can shoot right past them." He said. The group marched down the hallways, as the boom of the cannons could be heard through the cruiser. Many soldiers and personnel were scrambling, as the platoon made their way towards the drop-pod Bays.
