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BSC: Dark Times

Post by Jagtai » Fri Sep 02, 2011 3:45 am

Fuller System
Black Star Confederacy


The system was thick with ships going to and from the planets in the system. A few customs cruisers were lazily scanning random ships, looking for contraband.

Orbiting the planet Killian lay the Pallida Mors, the flagship of the Confederate Navy. The fourteen-kilometer long Star Dreadnought were the command ship of First Admiral Da'el Kar, currently planetside to report to Supreme Commander Cosimo. The rest of Task Force Pale Death was orbiting the planet as well.

Suddenly, an asteroid appeared in the middle of the system, hitting a small freighter that spun out of course and collided with a super-freighter. Another asteroid appeared, then another, and another. The system were suddenly being filled by asteroids.

On Killian, Cosimo and Kar were alerted. Kar immediately boarded a shuttle and made his way towards the Pallida Mors. Meanwhile, a general alert went out, re-routing all freighters to and from Fuller to Killian instead.

The hundred or so asteroids lay there, unmoving. They remained as such, when Kar entered the bridge of his flagship. He was met by General Baen Talal, the Tak Lord serving as advisor.

”Status report.” The sensor officer replied.
”Roughly one hundred asteroids have entered the system. They are currently orbiting Fuller.”
”Any idea where they came from?”
”I think I do.”

Kar looked at Talal.

”Do tell.”
”Do you remember Alsakan?”
”The world Sivter and his Charon destroyed?” Talal nodded. ”I do.”
”The Charon arrived on asteroids not unlike these.” Kar looked horrified.
”You believe that those asteroids hold Charon assault troops?”
”I do.”

Kar stood, stunned, as the repercussions dawned on him. Then he turned to his communications officer.

”Send out a distress signal to the rest of the Navy, and inform the Supreme Commander. And order a general evacuation of Fuller. We need to get as many out as possible.” He turned to his XO. ”Order the task force to break orbit and engage.”

The Communications Officer and the XO both saluted, as they went to their tasks. Kar turned to his Navigation Officer.

”Break orbit immediately and wedge us between the asteroids and Fuller. Gunnery Officer, as soon as we are clear, open fire.” Finally, Kar turned to Vice Marshal Jaan Beert. ”Vice Marshal, launch all fighters and order them to engage.”

As one, the task force broke orbit and opened fire on the asteroids. Nearly twelve-hundred fighters launched from the capital ships and set course for the asteroids.

* * * * *

On Fuller itself, President Karth Orvarrin was alerted of the situation. He immediately ordered a general evacuation, before being spirited away to his personal shuttle. Escorted by a squadron of Thor fighters, the shuttle left the planet a few minutes later.

Members of the Senate followed his example, as did thousands of others with personal transports, freighters, shuttles and fighters. The general populace were herded to assembly areas, where a number of high-capacity transports were awaiting them. Even so, evacuating all thirty billion sentients on the planet seemed impossible.

It would soon be proven to be.

* * * * *

Just as the first transports carrying civilians had cleared the atmosphere, a massive number of bulbous-looking Charon fighters emerged from the asteroids and began to engage the incoming fighters as well as the transports. Shortly after, the asteroids began launching what seemed to be drop pods, sending them plummeting down towards the planet surface. The sheer number eliminated any thought of defeating them, as they far outnumbered the number of defenders.

* * * * *

Even so, local regiments took to the fight with fervour, willingly giving their lives to delay the invaders. In space, the Confederate fighters were given ample chance to prove themselves, as the invading fighters outnumbered them three-to-one.

After the asteroids had launched their pods, they turned towards the capital ships, firing alien energy weapons against the capital ships. The asteroids outnumbered the task force ten-to-one, but this was somewhat reduced by the presence of the Pallida Mors, which alone counted for ten regular warships.

Still, the odds looked bleak, until some seventeen new contacts appeared, as Task Force Brilliant and Task Force Dauntless dropped out of hyperspace behind the asteroids, immediately launching fighters and engaging the asteroids.

On the surface, the invaders were steadily advancing, sweeping the defenders before them.

* * * * *

The battle progressed predictably. Despite the firepower of the Pallida Mors and its fellow warships, they were slowly but surely crippled. Thousands of transports, both military and civilian, evacuated Fuller, bringing the refugees to Killian before returning for another run. The surface battle was concluding, as the invaders destroyed all resistance, killing every living organism they could find. A few dozen landing zones were still being held, but it was only a matter of time before they would be overrun.

There were plenty of useless heroics to be found; in space, the destroyer Audacity, all but crippled, forced itself in between two asteroids before detonating its antimatter core. The resulting explosion ripped apart the destroyer as well as the two asteroids, reducing them to space dust. Inspired by the example of the Audacity, the cruisers Conquest and Advisor proceeded to do the same once heavily damaged. At the same time, dozens of fighter squadrons were lost in suicide attacks on the asteroids, destroying several.
On the ground, the Seventh Fuller Infantry fought to the last man to keep the Charon from overrunning the landing zone they were defending. As the last transport carrying refugees took off, the landing zone was overrun. Not a single soldier of the Seventh survived. The Nineteenth Fuller Armoured gave their lives counter-attacking a Charon force, delaying the invaders long enough for another few transports to take off with refugees.

In the end, they were all useless gestures. The Charon killed every living creature on the planet. They then proceeded to extract to the remaining asteroids, before using a superweapon to blow away the atmosphere, killing every remaining organism on the planet.

The defenders could only look on helplessly, as the remaining Charon fighters returned to the asteroids. Then the Charon asteroids disappeared as quickly as they had appeared, leaving the Confederate capital a lifeless rock.

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Re: BSC: Dark Times

Post by Jagtai » Sun Sep 04, 2011 11:06 am

Pallida Mors
Orbiting Killian
Fuller System


Karth Orvarrin, President of the Confederacy, stared out the window upon the now dead world. Beside him stood Eshtemoh Cosimo, Supreme Commander of the Confederate Defence Force, and First Admrial Da'el Kar.

A million thoughts raced through their minds. Not surprisingly, their chain of thought was remarkably similar; feelings of loss, sorrow, helplessness – and a fiery, burning hatred towards the beings responsible for the death of nearly thirty billion innocent sentients. Eventually, Cosimo broke the silence:

”Sir, I'm tendering my resignation. I didn't see it coming. I should have pulled more forces into...”
”Nonsense. There was no way to foresee this happening. In addition, you know as well as I do that had the entire defence force been here, it would have made no difference on the final result.”
”Still, I'd like to...”
”Denied. When the combined forces of the New Republic and the Imperial Remnant couldn't defeat them at Alsakan, we stood no chance.” Now Kar spoke.
”Sir, I'm also...”
”Denied. The only man to blame here is Sivter and his blasted Charon.”

Cosimo and Kar nodded, as Orvarrin turned and walked towards the table in the centre of the room. Cosimo and Kar followed and sat down as Orvarrin did. This time, Kar was first to speak:

”Do we know how many that survived?” Orvarrin shook his head.
”No, but preliminary numbers state several millions.”
”So less than one percent.” It was a statement, not a question. Nevertheless, Orvarrin answered.
”It seems that way, but we did have roughly 30 minutes to evacuate before the assault began, and a few hours after that. Many more could potentially have escaped.”

No-one answered. They all knew that even if many more had escaped, it would be doubtful if it amounted to one percent, let alone more.

”What of the Senate?” Cosimo asked. Orvarrin shrugged.
”My brother is heading the search, but it seems that we have only lost a few.”
”Do we have any confirmed losses?” Orvarrin shook his head.
”Not beside the odd thirty billion civilians and virtually the entire planetary defence force.”

They all looked out the viewport again.

* * * * *

Surface of Killian

Senator Duric Orvarrin walked around the refugee camp. Everywhere, sentients were sitting in shock, cradling their loved ones – or the one thing they still had left to remind them of them. Soldiers were walking around, distributing care packages and sleeping pills. Duric caught himself understanding them. If he had lost everything and everyone, he'd be looking to kill the pain too.

He saw someone he recognized – Francis Coltrain, the son of Senator Jon Coltraín. He waved, and the man raised a weary hand.

”Francis. Are you alright?”
”I'm fine, Senator, thank you.”
”And your parents?” Francis shook his head.
”Killed while attempting to leave the atmosphere. I was out and had to catch a refugee transport. I guess that saved my life.” Duric, shocked, sat down.
”I'm sorry, Francis.”

* * * * *

Sergeant Jatt Maru of the 3rd Fuller Dragoons stepped out of the transport. He and the remainder of his company had boarded the last transport out, having evacuated all the civilians in their LZ. Out of a hundred troopers, barely thirty remained. The captain had been killed as one of the first, and by evacuation no officers remained, leaving Jatt as senior NCO.

Beside Jatt came the nine-year-old Jaiden Anaro. Her father had been killed while trying to procure transportation, and her mother had been killed by a Charon bolt. Only a counter-attack led by Jatt had prevented Jaiden's death. Jatt had helped Jaiden on board the last transport, and calmed her down on the way out of the atmosphere and until landing on Killian.

Jaiden put her hand into Jatt's. Jatt sent her a weary smile, and squeezed her hand. He had lost his wife and son – they had both been onboard the first transport out, which had been shot down by Charon fighters.

They both squeezed the other's hand a little tighter.

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Post by Jagtai » Thu Sep 08, 2011 4:07 am

Jatt was sitting by a fire, Jaiden sitting next to him with her head on his arm, sleeping. An officer saw him and changed route, stopping beside him.

"Sergeant, aren't you going to salute a superior officer?" Jatt didn't look up, nor did he answer. The officer insisted. "Sergeant, stand up and salute me, or I'll have you court-martialled."

Jatt gently moved Jaiden, so her rest rested on his jacket. Then he rose and looked the officer into the eyes.

"Were you on Fuller, sir? Did you see your friends and charges die around you, sir?" The officer, stunned, shook his head. Jatt continued. "No. Then you leave me alone, or they'll have to add you to the list of casualties." His hand touched the A-2 service pistol on his hip.

An officer in black uniform had overheard it, and came over.

"Sergeant." Jatt turned his head, and recognized First Admiral Linda Evans. "You of all people should know the value of discipline." Jatt composed himself.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"And Lieutenant," Evans looked at the officer, "let the Sergeant be. He has lived through an ordeal that killed nearly thirty billion people." The officer nodded, both angry at Jatt and happy that Evans had saved him from a bad situation.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good. On your way, Lieutenant." After the officer had left, Evans turned to Jatt. "I understand you are acting commander of the 3rd Fuller Dragoons?" Jatt nodded.
"All thirty of us."
"I come directly from the Supreme Commander. You and your outfit will be moved to a nearby base within twenty-four hours. Once there, you'll be evaluated and debriefed, and then you'll be on leave for as long as you need."
"Yes Ma'am." Evans nodded and turned, when Jatt spoke. "Ma'am, I need a favour."
"What, Sergeant."
"The girl," he nodded at Jaiden, "she's lost her family. I want to take her with me. I'm the closest thing she has to family now." Evans looked at the girl.
"Agreed. Your outfit could use a mascot anyway," she added with a wink. Jatt grinned wearily. "I'll leave you to it, Sergeant. Get some grub."

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Re: BSC: Dark Times

Post by Beorht » Thu Sep 08, 2011 5:58 am

Killian Orbit

"The interesting thing about a Sanchin-class supercapital carrier is that, once you take out all six hundred starfighters and bombers, you can pack a truly unholy amount of relief supplies into it. We're talking bedjies, food tablets, water purifiers, warm clothes, medicines, vitamins, compact SAR-style medical droids, comm units, delousing gear, prefab hospitals and barracks, conflict-resolution droids, tents, everything.

"That's one thing the Jade Empire is very, very good at: dealing with disaster."

*** *** ***

The Overwatch and its four Nodachi-class escorts, along with a hospital ship and several fleet tenders, descended into Killian orbit. The old cyborg on the holoscreen couldn't bring herself to smile.

"Admiral Jita Hangetsu to Killian control - too little, too late, but we're here to lend a hand. You did the same for us after the Isen Civil War, and we remember."

Shuttles and dropships burst from the cavernous docking bays of all five capships, their own cargo holds heavy with relief supplies of every kind.

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Post by Jagtai » Thu Sep 08, 2011 7:07 am

President Orvarrin was the one to reply.

"Admiral, your help is greatly appreciated. We will not forget this kindness."

The Jade Empire craft were allowed to enter the atmosphere and land unopposed. When they landed, they were received by local aid personnel, who guided the JE relief workers to the camps in most need of aid.

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Re: BSC: Dark Times

Post by Mir » Sat Sep 10, 2011 9:48 pm

Reversion was imminent.

The Black Star Confederacy hadn't been the only ones hit in the attack on Fuller by the Charon. There were others too. And they were part of a much larger organization, that called the BSC both friend and business partner. In that spirit and in the spirit of protecting one's commercial interests, the Muir Corporation had arrived. Led by a set of four Sarithe-class Battlecruisers, the Muir fleet arrived insystem. In addition to the ships, there was close to thirty support vessels in the form of hospital ships, supply ships, and another ten freighters bearing nothing but relief supplies.

When the Muir ships reached out to the Black Star Confederacy, High Admiral Auron Roken, the leader of the Muir Corporation's armed forces was visible. "Killian Control, this is High Admiral Auron Roken of the Muir Corporation. We're here to help. Where do you need us?" He asked.

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Post by Jagtai » Sat Sep 10, 2011 10:35 pm

Roken was answered by Orvarrin.

"Welcome, High Admiral. It's good to see you, though the circumstances could be better. I'm sending you the coordinates now."

As the Muir fleet received coordinates to the camps assigned to them, CNC - the Confederate News Corporation - were broadcasting their arrival, as they had done when the Jade Empire had arrived. CNC crews were also present in the camps, reporting the situation daily.

A horde of reporters, both from CNC and smaller, local news networks, such as KNN (Killian News Network) and DIS (Decuu Information Systems), were ready to receive Roken as the Muir teams landed.

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Post by Jagtai » Tue Feb 21, 2012 1:55 am

It had been several weeks since the disaster that was the Battle of Fuller, and Karth Orvarrin was both amazed and surprised about the help that had been pouring in. Once again the Jade Empire and the Kartanin Dominion had come to the aid of the Confederacy, but also Muir Corporation had proven to be friends in need. Help had been pouring in, and even though the scars of the battle would likely haunt the Confederacy and its people for years to come, things were improving already.

In addition to the aid of the Jade Empire, the Dominion and Muir, Orvarrin had also signed a deal with the Inter-Galactic Banking Clan, ensuring a steady supply of credits to the rebuilding effort. Already, subsidies were being transferred to the stricken families, enabling them to settle on Decuu or other Confederate worlds. Other subsidies were being offered to anyone willing to settle on newly colonized worlds within the Gamma Sector, and to individuals and companies willing to start up businesses on those same worlds.

The First Sector Fleet, responsible for the defence of the Home Worlds, had been reduced to twenty rather than thirty-seven vessels, and arrangements were being made to draw vessels from other fleets to reinforce it. According to the Supreme Commander's office, Task Force Inflexible from the Fourth Sector Fleet had already been re-assigned and ordered to Killian to reinforce the First Sector Fleet.

Korgan Army Base
Killian


Sergeant Jatt Maru was relaxing in his quarters. As CO of the 3rd Fuller Dragoons, he had opted to stay on base when the regiment was put on leave, to handle what paperwork he could. Most of it were impossible to do, considering that recipients of the letters of condolence had also been killed on Fuller, but he was adamant that those few who had been off-world would receive the letters.

Jaiden hadn't spoken much since the battle, but thanks to regular sessions with an Army psychiatrist, her mood was improving, and she was slowly recovering from the PTSS she had suffered during the battle. Jatt also attended regular sessions with another psychiatrist, and could feel his old self coming to life again, albeit slowly.

He had spent his working hours with tracking down surviving relatives, writing letters, and working on a plaque with the names of the men and women of the regiment that had been lost during the battle. He was working on the plaque, when someone knocked on the door to his office.

"Enter."

A Decuri male in the grey Army uniform stepped inside. Jatt recognized the insignia on his chest as those of a colonel, and rose to salute.

"As you were, Sergeant." Jatt sat down again. The man sat down. "I am Colonel Kars Tchon, attached to the General Staff."
"What can I do for you, sir?"
"I am here to give you and the regiment new orders." Jatt shook his head.
"I was under the impression that we were on indefinite leave, sir." Tchon nodded.
"You are, but the General Staff feels that you should receive new orders for when you are ready. Some of them," he withdrew a piece of flimsiplast from his briefcase and handed it to Jatt, "are to be effected as your discretion. Others," he withdraw another piece of flimsiplast and a small box, "are to take effect immediately." He handed the box to Jatt.
"What's this?"
"Effective immediately, you are given a field promotion to Captain."
"Captain of what?"
"Of the Fuller Dragoons. We are going to maintain the regiment and its history." Jatt shook his head.
"Fuller is dead."
"But the regiment is not." Jatt shook his head again.
"The Dragoons is a Planetary Defence Force regiment, and there is no Defence Force anymore." Tchon nodded.
"The Dragoons were a PDF regiment. It has been made a Guard regiment, and part of the Order of Battle, as the 3rd Guard Regiment, the Fuller Dragoons." Jatt nodded. It was an honour for any PDF regiment to be made a Regular regiment. For a PDF regiment to become a Guard regiment was unprecedented.
"Where will we recruit from? Fuller is dead."
"You will recruit primarily from Fuller expatriates and descendents of such, but the commanding officer is free to make exceptions as he or she sees fit." Tchon rose. "The rest are in the orders I gave you. Good day, Captain."

Jatt looked through the orders. He was to reform the regiment, at first on a company level, and eventually completely. There was no deadline; he was given full control of the reformation. At the same time, he was given dispensation for the usual demand of a graduation from a military academy, and the promise of an open spot at the Black Star Academy, when he felt ready for the education.

Jatt smiled. An exciting time lay before him...

(fixed the regiment title).

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