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Yaerian Doctrine"We stared into the Abyss, one-one. And now the Abyss staring is right back. Pissed."
Mass Effect: The New Face of War: Chapter 48
—Sigma Joseph Ducard S1-15
January 11th, 2129 AD, 26 GS
Experimental Carrier “Burdens of the Republic”
Bridge area, Command and Control Room.“They are shifting their tactical dogma, We’re gonna lose this fight.”
Admiral Hanir-Dures Annul-Yeloor sat silent for a few seconds, noting how the tactical and navigation recordings supporting his few words flowed through the emitter.
“Our ECM won’t stop them anymore.”
It was a genius tactic that he had came up with himself several engagements with the enemy past, the way that each and every single destroyer and above class vessel emitted a long range EM signature that matched the largest vessels of the fleet, effectively denying them the ability to destroy the largest vessels of the fleet from stupendous distances without the decisive time required for Yaerian fleets to jump straight into the enemies knife ranges and bring them down to a more level playing field.
As twenty-three of his vessels blew apart from their insanely long range weaponry, he noted just how the energy signatures of the enemies long range kinetic kill vehicles were both of an entirely different configuration as well as only a third of their original size.
The Captain spoke, her words simple and reverent at the numbers game that was to come,“Navigator one, ready yourself for the jump.”
For a minute and a half, the ship had shunted itself to the Hyperwarp dimension. The sensors were quiet, only enigmatic ghosts pinging off ship scanners as it went incomprehensible speeds towards the enemy.
Admiral Annul wondered if this was his time. If he would be to die here, as a hero.
All at once, sensor equipment shunted themselves off as the ship's hull bounced off utterly cataclysmic energies away, as it seeped away from the unreality and towards its home dimension.
“We are receiving heavy fire, portside!”
Already, the bridge was in full gear as the captains many subordinates echoed his command, his holy gospel to the ship. The Admiral felt the subtle tremor as the ship began a slightly disorientating roll, showing new plate while the compromised “metal” would be hidden away as it regenerated.
The plan was already a failure, as he did not account for the fifteen frigates, and twenty-six cruisers he had lost in the enemies long range strike.
“Captain, send out the Voidcraft out now, we cannot afford to wait.”
“By your Command, Sir.”
Just as bridge once flowed like a stream, it was now a torrenting almost chaotic river of activity. Bridge staff coordinated with every ship; Corvettes, frigates, destroyers, Cruisers along with their bigger brothers the Battle Cruisers, and even the two escorting Dreadnaughts of the Fleet.
They were most tested by the veritable swarm of tiny, tiny war machines that the Carrier itself held in its deep hangars.
The Untested but undeniably dangerous Bomber, and the agile but experimental Fighter.
Hundred of flights of metal and plastic flew out of the Carrier, The automated process of assembling a craft and sending it out repeated over a thousand times in a thousand separate launchers.
The legendary and glorious “knife-range” combat against the enemy began just as soon as the Admirals words echoed throughout the entire fleet.
“All ships engage. Leave none of them alive.”
Admiral Annul Yuloor was a crafty, clever and outright dangerous admiral, simultaneously managing both the tiny flights of fighters and bombers and coordinating the massive war machines that heralded the battle field.
For a comparison of fleet strength, The Yaerian fleet was mostly Cruisers and destroyers, with around ten Battle Cruisers as well as the two dreadnaughts and the single carrier among, totaling with around 175 ships.
Two thousand fighters burned ahead, to meet the endless escort fleet that the Unitarian Empire had deployed ahead of it’s famed Titans.
Frigates and Destroyers burned behind them, each of them following their purpose as every single one of their point defense guns shielded the fighters from what would’ve been their dooms.
They did not meet the enemy without losses, thirteen of his frigates had been lost, as well as dozens of fighters to their pinpoint interceptor missiles and ad-hoc point defense lasers that were designed for missiles, not tiny void-craft.
The Admiral suppressed a grin as the scopes reported enemy casualties.
Already the numbers game was starting to point into his favor, as a full sixth of the enemy escort fleet had been destroyed.
They were ripped apart by the more agile fighters, like a pack of wolves taking down superior prey.
Just as the Titans moved into close range, the escorts moved in a strange pattern, the Admiral of the enemy fleet had sent out enigma--
At once, the four titans fired, and a massive toroidal wave of raw energy slammed into both his many fighter-bomber vessels and unlucky escort vessels which had not completed the enemy admirals orders to the letter.
He had just lost a third of his fighter craft in a trap. A clever, sneaky trap that was made up on the fly. The Admiral knew the enemy would win now. He ordered all flights, the reserved and the prototyped tempests to flee from his doomed ship.
The venerable Cruisers had entered the fight, their massive deck guns slamming spines of semi-molten metal into the enemy ships, burning desperately to their damned Titans.
The Titans had recovered from their shot to clear the fighters and were once again firing on his main fleet. Dozens of his own ships had fallen to their blows. The men and women who had served the Consolidated Yaerian Republic had died under his command would never be forgotten, if the Admiral had his demands met in this war.
The Bridge crew were panicking now, as one of the titans had managed to get a lock on his ship. A lucky guess, as the fleet that had stayed behind him were giving off the same signal as the Carrier.
Evasive maneuvers were attempted as the Reaction Control Systems thrusters flared to life. Emergency overrides demanded that every single one of them which was in the position to do so fire off, until they could do so no more, or they were ordered to stop.
The hull groaned as the structure was stressed from the sudden national effort to move the ship away, to dodge the cleansing death that was coming towards it. Warning signs came from the superstructure, the smart materials outright demanding that the stress which was threatening to tear it apart be stopped, for grave danger was imminent.
“Turn off the Override for the RCS! You’ll kill us all if the structure snaps from the enemy fire!”
“We will be dead anyways if the shot hits us, and you know it!”
In the split second that the Captain disobeyed the Admirals mandate, One of the enemy Titans, known to only the enemy as the “Barrg’Gals Redemption” had fired a single meteor cannon bolt, while it was severely underpowered due to the rapid fire mechanisms activated by the Dreadnaught to take out multiple lesser targets, it still slammed into the Burden of the Republic, breaking its shield after two seconds of being held off by the vessels impressive shield batteries before slamming into the craft with the force of a angry, but puny god.
The entire port side of the Carrier erupted in an explosion of molten metal, corpses and escaping air.
The Bridge, although one of the most reinforced and secure points in the entire ship, was gifted a manufacturing defect in its hasted construction at the start of the war.
What should’ve happened when the utterly lethal heat waves echo throughout the ship. The Bridge area, although close to the blast, should not have conducted any of the heat, surviving structurally while all occupants of the bridge would continue their duty.
The wave of heat from the blast slammed through the hull and the bulkheads, even as they dropped to stop their encroachment, but exposed cables and pipings, left exposed to the hallway had conducted enough of the heat to accidentally spill it through the entire section of the ship, including the bridge.
Only the bridge was the area that held air, as it suddenly spiked up, in under thirty seconds the air in the bridge was hot enough to boil water, and in three minutes, hot enough to melt lead.
The entire bridge staff was killed in action with no exception as the bulkheads had sealed down to prevent the monstrous heat from spreading to the rest of the ship.
With a rigid groan, The already strained Superstructure cracked. Had it been broken in half, the ships reactor would inevitably detonate, and the ship would be flotsam. As it was, internal explosions rocked the ship, and the ship was hulked.
As the Rancorous raptor had burned to Mars, to pick up supplies for a long-term hideout, ti had run straight into the trap set by the admiral of the Mars Navy.
The slow, unwieldy ships of humanity were simply not designed for fast paced space combat, and the Rancorous Raptor simply drifted to the enemy, its nuclear armament launched towards the enemy as well as its railguns firing metal bolts as fast as it could
Before it was able to charge its warp drive, it was incredibly damaged and was forced to retreat. Sensors have detected signals that the ship may have collapsed and fallen apart mid-warp.
Four crewmen were running down the hallway. Two was bloodied, they had slammed against the bulkhead when the ship had be damaged by the enemies overwhelming firepower. One had a broken arm, he was not long to live due to the heavy leak of blood from his shoulder.
Just as they passed the bulkhead that had separated the sections of the ship in the corridor, it slammed down.
Only the frontmost bloodied Yaerian had escaped relatively unharmed. One unlucky Yaerian had the bulkhead slam directly down upon him, the metal door unyielding in its approach to the ground as the Yaerian popped like a ripe melon as ropey intestines and other viscera sprayed his blue ichor in both directions of the hall. The other Yaerian that had been impacted by the door merely lost his hand, but managed to escape the inferno coming down the hallway.
The Yaerian with a broken arm pitifully slammed his functioning arm on the door way for a moment before he was charbroiled by the heatwave that had arrived.
The two survivors simply kept beating feet, running away towards the designated survival stations.
The Burdens of the Republic was recovered after reinforcements had arrived, only thirteen percent of the crew had survived, not including the void craft detail.
Although the Ship itself was sent to the Ship-breakers, The design was cemented as a viable stratagem, and three more similar vessels, of different designs, had been placed into the dockyards.
Their sacrifice will not be in vain.
The Yaerian that had taken the centermost stage of the video was frail looking, tall and with a muted, light cyan color. She spoke with a conviction in her voice, clear and so unlike her recent self.
Kull’Seoul Wick’Tal spoke through a Unitarian digital feed, broadcasted in as many places as possible in the Yaerian standard Digital format. A relatively massive proportion of the Consolidated Yaerian Republic heard her through the vast emptiness of space.
“Yaerians. Yaerians of the Consolidated Yaerian Republic. My fellow Yaerians dug into the trenches of a hopeless war and in the hive-cities of our great worlds. How far we have come.
It wasn't possible, but she managed to look taller and grander as the screen zoomed outwards, just as two Guardian Marines came into view. She looked regal in her grand robes, of alien, Unitarian make.
She raised her hands, spreading them out as if to show her vast, new found domain among the Unitarian Empire.
“We will inevitably fall apart, not unless we receive the guiding hands of the Empress.
During her last sentence, it had shown world's, purged by the Blight of the Gravemind.
Look upon our worlds, see the grand machinum that we have built with only our own, and think, the virtue of unity. The UNitarian Empire, the vast coalition, alliance and united species all under the guiding hands of the Empress for everyone and anyone that provides for the Empire.
It shifted again, showing video of the grand, worlds of the Yaerian Empire. The Trisectors vast industrialized Factorums that stretched across three entire planets, Garden worlds, even the very home world of Strall.
As the holovid continued its message, many Yaerians would inevitably become disillusioned from the state of the war by the stars damned propaganda campaign that the enemy had begun.
A Special project is nearing completion, but the question is, will it be for the navy, or for something else?It is finally here, at long last. I feel disappointed at the aparent shortness when you think about how long it's been since i’ve posted. I’ll be honest with you readers, I feel like this could be better. I’ve been inspired by a couple of authors, mainly the really, really good ones. Like for example
this,
This, maybe
this, and
this. All of those are tens or hundreds of thousands of words long epic saga’s that are absolutely positively amazing. I could re-read them again and again with how good they are, I want my work to be comparable in quality. I could look back to what I first wrote in this little series, just about five or so forum pages away and think that it’s pretty bad compared to what's being put out right now but I’m having a problem.
I can’t really plan ahead, what with this being ever so slightly a suggestion game, and I honestly don’t think I’m getting as much criticism and pointers as it should. I’m honestly, really, tempted to start re-writing this and placing it on the writing section of the board or possibly on the space-battles section of the board among other things simply because it could be better then in the current format that it is right now.
Without spoiling the rest of the planned story, All of what has been written is simply the equivalent of the prequels. What happens before what I think is the really juicy stuff. The resistance, the Arcs, when Humanity gets threaded in, and other such secrets.
Mainly, I /think/ my problems are the fact that I put out content that I write in a single day. It’s becoming harder and harder to keep track of all the plot furthering points simply because I’m not that great at documenting things. I had to right out ask if I missed anything about twenty some chapters ago because I couldn’t be bothered to look through what notes I had.
I’m probably gonna continue this for a good while, in its current format, but I do plan at least one change.
I want another person to look over the flaming garbage can of all my writing, help me make something coherent of a backstory planning, and then look over the chapters I, maybe even we will write while providing both feedback and suggestions for what's to come.
What I think might be better, in the long run, is quite simple, but a little bit monumental.
Rewrite the entire story from down up, keeping with the same kind of setting that had been kept but more coherent, properly noted back elements and generally higher quality, but place it in a section of the forum that will fit the audience better. No disrespect, but I don’t think this is what most SG players cup of tea really is. I’ll try and keep the suggestion stylized questions at the end, but it's more of a reading type thing since suggested actions wouldn't have a severe impact as it should in SG’s.
As for where I want to place this, I’m not sure. Spacebattles looks pretty nice, but its pretty intimidating and I don’t know how to maneuver it as well as I do in the Bay forums, but I don’t know how to maneuver the writing area of the forums since I’ve never posted on it on either of my accounts. There are also the posiblity fo ther places that I simpl y havent considered yet, but that would require a suggestion from you people. What do you want to see what happens right now, right here?
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