~The Battle of the Empires~ A RP

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Nostros rubbed his head. "That's fine and dandy... tell them to evacuate the planet and keep their military forces fighting- we will escort the the evacuees to safety and defend them."

"Sir we have the data on the shield..... it matches what you gave me." Merinos came running up.

"Good we will get this back to the lab." Nostros looked back at Kasha. "Get all the operators transmitting to every ship what we can find. The shield is impenetrable. At least save their women and children... and we will bring them back." I understand them... if we lost our home world my people would not survive.... we are connected to it.

Krits and tracker had been discussing military tactics. Krits came over, "Sir the Centaurian fleet has arrived." Just as Kasha radar picked up the signatures she over heard Krits and simply nodded.

The Centaurian fleet was 200 ships strong, and well armed. They had been sent for in secret. The Terrellian force linked their bio-shields and began to plow through, in groups of 50 ships. The began to divide the Drex warships, but kept a distance from the mother-ship.

"Update the Admiral." Nostros looked at Tracker. "Is there any way you could get a small group of people into that mother-ship?
 
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Shandrack noticed a Battain down the corridor. "Sir was that your vessel?" She quickly turned her head toward the viewer and noticed a fleet of Terrellain ships pass by. "Gaia if your weapons are ready we can use them as a shield!" Crut and I can jump on board.... but I will stay and help if they need me here.
 
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Nostros rubbed his head. "Thats fine and dandy... tell them to evacuate the planet and keep their military forces fighting- we will escort the the evacuess to saftey and defend them."

"Sir we have the data on the shield..... it matches what you gave me." Merinos came running up.

"Good we will get this back to the lab." Nostros looked back at Kasha get all the operators tranmistting to every ship what we know. The shield is impenetrable. At least save their women and chidren... and we will bring them back." I understand them... if we lost our home world my people would not survive.... we are connected to it.

Krits and tracker had been discussing military tactics. Krits came over, "Sir the Centaurian fleet has arrived." Just as Kasha radar picked up the signatures she over heard Krits and simply nodded.

The Centaurian fleet was 200 ships strong, and well armed. They had been sent for in secret. The Terellian force linked their bioshields and began to plow through, in groups of 50 ships. The began to devide the Drex warships, but kept a distance from the mothership.

"Update the Admiral." Nostros looked at Tracker. "Is there any way you could get a small group of people into that mothership?

"I don't think so," Tracker replied, "you have to remember, Skylix's total population is over 10 billion. We won't be able to get even a fraction of the population to the ships." Tracker's eyes were dark.

"The situation is grim," a Gringercat pilot replied through a com, "but we can win this fight. With 450 Gingercat crafts, 200 Centuarian ships, and 13 Terrelian crafts we can win this. We appreciate your help, but we will not resort to such drastic measures unless there is absolutely no chance of this planet's survival."
 
I don't think so," Tracker replied, "you have to remember, Skylix's total population is over 10 billion. We won't be able to get even a fraction of the population to the ships." Tracker's eyes were dark.

"The situation is grim," a Gingercat pilot replied through a com, "but we can win this fight. With 450 Gingercat crafts, 200 Centuarian ships, and 13 Terrelian crafts we can win this. We appreciate your help, but we will not resort to such drastic measures unless there is absolutely no chance of this planet's survival.
"We don't abandon," Nostros looked at Tracker. "Even if we save only 1,000 it means that some are left.... We have 170,000 Battain refugees that poured into Terrellian territory after they were attacked, they came from all over their empire.... its not much but its better than none." He placed his hand on trackers shoulder. "I know this must be hard for you... but we must stop the attacks before we can focus on helping to liberate your own... and I will be asking for the transfer of any prisoners to Terrellia."

Krits brought over more communicae', "We haven't had any responses about coordinating attacks with the Gingercats. They need to use us as a shield and fire all their weapons.... Our own fleet is starting to need a recharge."

Nostros nodded. "Pilot get us near the sun, our link needs to gain strength."
 
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"We don't abandon," Nostros looked at Tracker. "Even if we save only 1,000 it means that some are left.... We have 170,000 Battain refugees that poured into Terrellain territory after they were attacked, thay came from all over their empire.... its not much but its better than none." He placed his hand on trackers shoulder. "I know this must be hard for you... but we must stop the attacks before we can focus on helping to liberate your own... and I will be asking for the tranfer of any prisoiners to aTerrellia."

Krits brought over more communiceas, "We haven't had any responses about coodinating attacks with the Gingercats. They need to use us as a shield and fire all their weapons.... Our own fleet is starting to need a recharge."

Nostros nodded. "Pilot get us near the sun, our link needs to gain strength."

Tracker nodded, "if every single Terrellian ship rescues as many Gingercat citizens as they can, it'll add up to about that number."
 
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Tracker nodded, "if every single Terrellian ship rescues as many Gingercat citizens as they can, it'll add up to about that number."
"I don't think the gingercats will bother to attack us if we send a ship to the surface." Nostros huffed. He encrypted a message to Admiral Nark of the Centaurian fleet to send a ship to the far side of Skylix to obtain as many refugees as possible. I need to throw my weight around. "This is Prince Angolas Guardian of Terrellia, all ships, we will not abandon the Gingercats to their fate. There is a devastating weapon aboard the mother-ship and she is untouchable. We must destroy as much of the Drex threat as possible, while keeping a safe distance from the destruction path of the planet.... you are by royal order to take as many Gingercat refugees as possible if the planet is destroyed and flee to our borders. We must keep our defenses strong for this threat must not touch any of our colonies."

“We salum kute!”

(the Centaurian Fleet is Terrellian, they are from the largest world in their Empire and comprise mostly of Terrellians and then some Centaurs, Centaurs are their strongest ground forces as well)
 
"I don't think the gingercats will bother to attack us if we send a ship to the surface." Nostros huffed. He encrypted a message to Admiral Nark of the Centaurian fleet to send a ship to the far side of Skylix to obtain as many refugees as possible. I need to throw my weight around. "This is Prince Angolas Guardian of Terrellia, all ships, we will not abandon the Gingercats to their fate. There is a devastating weapon aboard the mother-ship and she is untouchable. We must destroy as much of the Drex threat as possible, while keeping a safe distance from the destruction path of the planet.... you are by royal order to take as many Gingercat refugees as possible if the planet is destroyed and flee to our borders. We must keep our defenses strong for this threat must not touch any of our colonies."

“We salum kute!”

(the Centaurian Fleet is Terrellian, they are from the largest world in their Empire and comprise mostly of Terrellians and then some Centaurs, Centaurs are their strongest ground forces as well)

(Dang, if I had stayed a minute longer I wouldn't have missed you lol)
 
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