OOC: Ne Demord; those ships are used by your fleet alone. Other clans have different types of ships.
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Battle of Lakai
The Federation forces were caught off guard, but not for long. As two battlecruisers eliminated the Rarkyl frieghter before it could do any more damage, several huge waves of warships were sent up from the planet.
Moving into a defensive formation in-between the planet and the invading Rarkyl, the Federation unleashed hellish barrages of weapons against the Rarkyl. This was one good thing about the Federation when fighting the Rarkyl; their fusillades of missiles and torpedoes could cause a lot of havoc, and the Rarkyl weren't the best at Jammers.
As the battle progressed, the Federation fleet simply blocking and blowing away any sort of advance the Rarkyl tried to make, the Federation called in more reinforcements, as well as the Federation Dreadnaught Daemon. The only thing the Federation could do was hold off the Rarkyl long enough for the Daemon to arrive along with her escort fleet.
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Fall of the Tronoak
Cheiftan Hezel'kula looked over the vast city of Tharvaeon; the capitol city of the Tronoak, and now the center of war. Just minutes ago, word had reached Hezel'kula that the 'emporer' of the Akrahd Empire and the leader of the Tronoak clan had been assassinated.
"How did it happen?" Hezel'kula asked darkly, his eyes not moving from the view before him.
"The reports say that a group of heavily armed fanatics rushed the palace guards and shot their way into the throne room. The emporer was shot repeatedly, and the guards were also killed. Akrahd Shock-troopers moved in and killed the fanatics later."
Hezel'kula was unmoved by it all. "Do you know what this means, Akkura?"
Akkura was silent for a moment. "No, I don't, sir."
"The end of the Tronoak, Akkura. The end of a legacy of unparalleled rule. It may not be apparent, but it will come. I sensed it from the beginning of the rule of this latest emporer; he was not strong enough. He was corrupt. It was only a matter of time before he resigned or was executed, and only a matter of time before another 'emporer' takes his place; a power-hungry emporer who will bring about the fall of this clan."
"But sir, you know that it's treason to say such things!"
Hezel'kula laughed. "Yes, but soon Tronoak rules will mean nothing. What of the Gamaera, our allies? They will fall defending us from ourselves, or fall honorably defending us from invaders. What of the Arkanok? They despise us for our misdoings to them. What of the Thalleon? We throw them out, despise them, tear their fleets apart, murdur their people. What about the Teh'Rak? They are too far away to do anything, and care only for themselves. And..." He paused as the sky seemed to darken. "...What of the Valanor..." He paused again, his face pale. "...the Valanor..."
Akkura stood silently by his side, looking at the ground. "What of them?" he asked in a whisper.
"They're coming..."
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Cheiftan Ekurra, one of the many ruling Tronoak cheiftans, walked forward towards the podium at one end of the huge room, now filled with warriors from all the clans, but the majority of them were definitely Tronoak. It was time to put forth a new emporer; a Tronoak emporer if everything went according to Ekurra's plans.
"My friends and warriors!" Ekurra shouted as he stepped up to the podium. "Today, our emporer is dead, but we will now have a new emporer; a strong emporer! Who, my friends, do you wish to be emporer?"
"Ekurra!!!" the Tronoak warriors all shouted in unison. The warriors from the other clans said nothing, but many of them muttered cheiftans from other clans, but none dared to yell them.
"Then it is done!" Ekurra shouted.
"It is done indeed..." a dark figure behind Ekurra growled. In an instant, a foot-long knife plunged into the back of the Tronoak cheiftan. Ekurra clutched at the blade as it portruded from his chest, blood oozing out of the huge wound. He coughed up blood, then lifted a tortured face up to the assembled warriors.
"It is..." he coughed up more blood, "...is...done...my doomed tronoak...." And with that, the cheiftan and the last hope for the Tronoak collapsed and fell to the ground, dead.
Immediately, Akrahd shock assault troopers poured into the room and quickly disarmed the present warriors. As Ekurra's bloody and lifeless body was dragged away, a new cheiftan arose to the platform. His name was Azarra, and was not a cheiftan, but a warlord; one of the best and most fearsome of all the Tronoak generals. Nobody knew this, but Azarra was in fact originally from the Derash; the renegade and despised clan. He had joined up with the Thalleon, and then later the Tronoak, and had during his service as cheif warlord had carved a path of nothing but death, murdur, and devastation. He was crazy, some said in secret where Azarra's spies could not here them, and was power hungry to the extreme; everyone knew that.
"I am your emporer now!" Azarra declared. "Anyone who wishes to protest, can step forward now.
Only one warrior stepped forward; a Valanor. His body was painted black and covered with armor, and in both hands he held jagged-edged swords. His purple eyes bored deep into Azarra, and his stare was as cold as stone.
"You may be the emporer now," he said, and as he did so Azarra nodded and the shock troopers pointed their rifles at the Valanor warrior. "but I swear, from this day until the death of the Akrahd, the Valanor will seek to have you killed." He grinned evily. "And I know you're afraid. You're so afraid, you'll have me shot now, rather than duelling with me in honorable combat."
As the shock troopers fired their guns, the plasma pulses ripping through the Valanor's body, the warrior remained still to the end. "I curse you, Azarra.... I curse you and all of your scum..." And with that, the Valanor fell to the ground, and silence enveloped the room. It would not be long before the Valanor's spies learned of what had transpired, and it would not be long before the Valanor emporer and all Valanor warriors knew of the sacrifice of that young warrior...
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Message to: Horosk
From: Carnotaur, Federation President
Subject: Rarkyl Invasion
We're sorry, but the Rarkyl attacked us recently. We're barely holding them off, and thus we will be unable to provide any sort of support for the attack. Go on if you wish, but don't expect help from us for a while.
End Message
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Enhanced Planetary Shield Grid - ETA: 8 Posts
Federation "Raven"-class Raider - ETA: 16 Posts
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Fleet Movements
5,000 ships move up from the Milky Way to the Lakai system
Current Fleet in Lakai: 10,000 ships
Fighter patrols still in Narron 83, Har, Nazgol'Ujl, and DSN-5977
Another 10,000 ships produced
Total Navy Count: 2,025,000
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If at first you don't succeed...Hit it harder! - Me
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