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kola2134

HMS-Hood
"Well the enemy is an idiot, we have not seen combat in so long... Begin advance on the station, leave the pilot, all wings land and begin for scramble again."
The formation of warships begins to advance.

HMS-Hood

(yes I know my choice of music sucks for this situation but the song Is a bop)
kola2134 the station gives the go-ahead they ready the RMS Hood although the enemy cannot see this due to the large scrap fields in front of the station, it is so thick you cannot see the station or the way you came in, radio interference is off the charts. it's Erie the dead husks of ships floating all around you some of their PD systems are still online and start firing but to no affect the stillness of the night then hundreds, no thousands of fighter come up on radar the LCD panel displaying the radar goes bright, half of the debris around you lights up an engages the warships hundreds of torpedos and missiles are launched into the ship. bullets fill the air bombers drop bombs powerful enough to take out entire stations. Still, the ship you have heard of, the "RMS Hood" has not appeared yet, how odd.

kola2134

HMS-Hood

The rising music is all one could hear as they watch, the tempo rising in speed and intensity as battle begins to commence. Like the flowing blood as reality is ripped apart upon around the oncoming fighters, around and infront of the oncoming missile projectiles. Like hell looked at them back. The shining lights of warships all that lie within the blood. And the thundering as engines ignite sending them forward. Two cruisers emerge alongside the original fleet of Imperium warships. Accompanying them was smaller support fleets made up of support craft of multiple corvettes and frigates. The blood crimson that appeared infront of the oncoming progectiles flowed like a wave that caused early detonation of the weapons before the rip in reality collapse revealing the larger force behind it. The hundreads of guns on a cruiser spin to life. Phase one began of the fleet. Rounds by the millions begin firing, flooding the area with the high explosive anti aircraft point defense secondary weapons. Shredding anything that was found in the wave of bullets path. The crecendo of the music as the large hanger doors lurch open. But on the two new arivals, they held a modified launch system. Smoke erupts from them as thousands of launches begin firing from the large launchers. Emptying tens of thousands of the seeming rocket out of the launchers. But they formed formation. Long and slim, but armed as well like any fighter. They seemed to be drones, but then like that, ones radar could simply not even fit the swarm of blips it now saw as tens of thousands light up. And even visually, all one could see and think is dread. Fighters it seemed like, and thousands of them. The Aegis Decoy Offensive Weapon System was now deployed. Fighters within the main cruiser now actually scramble as the roar of engines as they lift off from the deck. Forming up alongside the fleet unlike the ADOWS. Large bow fired torpedos let loose from the cruisers, 18 in total fired from the bows, warship sized torpedos, if you could even call them that. Interdiction fields envelop the system and communications go quiet for all. A nice frigate sized jammer craft within the fleet. But what was most strange, was what seemed like storm clouds filled space, the void empty of all, filled, these clouds filling everything, the darkness of space was instead red like blood, and lighting flashed within it. But the blips were clear and they were rapidly approaching. Fighters found themselves engaged by fast moving enemy craft letting loose missile and gunfire alike, with small shields and light armor. It was like a massive force of fighters. The large torpedoes were obstructed from visual view as they stormed forward fast with the ADOWS escort. They each held a 1200 km blast range...

ONI

HMS-Hood The farmers pump their fists in excitement. Finally they have a large business to cater to. The cattle are sent to some agricultural place, where the SAS people grow their food. The first thing noticed is how healthy the cows are, their coats shiny, and the cows happy. The seeds sold as well are great quality, putting the SAS seeds to shame. There was enough to feed the population a hundred times over.

HMS-Hood

ONI the guardsman had said something about C25 you recall in your mind, that's where the planes where perhaps you should go check them out ((nudge nudge wink wink))

ONI

HMS-Hood The crew move forward, walking to the C25's.

HMS-Hood

ONI the crew walk into the hangar bay they see Avro Lancasters, lots of them their turrets removed through their bomb bay doors are welded shut, you guess that on the inside the bay is open of cargo, the engines on this bird are quite strong and its gear is in good shape as well and the cockpit is quite spacious there is plenty of O2 more than enough for several month trips there is a flight manual stowed next to the pilot's chair

ONI

HMS-Hood So what are these for? The lead man asks. They stare at the planes in aw, beautiful craft from an older age.

HMS-Hood

ONI the man says well, my good sir these are your transport craft treat them well and they will back.

ONI

HMS-Hood They take the cargo craft and head off. After a few weeks of wailing they return with the supplies.

HMS-Hood

kola2134

as the battle rages on the HMS "icicle" receives the large torpedos on its radar scopes it then launches its ICBMs anti-missile well, missiles they streak through the void of space a slight radio connection is made, the Lancaster crew that was sent to the depths has come back, and they have come back with an ace, a planet busting bomb, named "jack" they send it at the enemy fleet, along with large amounts of chaff and flares to confuse any AAA guns even if it is to be hit it will still detonate causing destroying the enemy as they know it the be turned into fine ash and or powder both issue warnings to clear the area which is unnecessary seeing as almost all crafts were killed in the initial shock of the enemy battle fleet. All is quiet on the Lancaster each crew member sweating profusely, the entire nation's life rests in their hands one small fuck-up and everyone they know is dead this was it, this was everything, seven fighter wings formed upon them, protecting them to the last drop of blood to the last bullet and the last drop of fuel, this was their hail mary, upon the rocky road to greatness the bomber dropped its bombs he ICBMs slammed the sides of the torpedos

((also here is a link to the event where I got "jack" https://forum.cosmoteer.net/d/12496-the-depths-event/54))

kola2134

HMS-Hood

The only thing to paint the captains face at the desperate counter attack was a grin, these fools were playing checkers, and they just threw the ace way early. The single nod sealed the fate as the explosive reactions within the torpedos were activated. The High Explosive yields as atoms shattered apart and released energy with the explosions erupting to make the suns brightness look like a joke, everything caught in the blast was incriminated, incriminating ships, fighters, missiles, and debris field. The explosion ending just from the station, enough to shake it like a can. Everything was gone... The now cleared view of the empty battlefield was all that was left on radar and scanner systems. The roar of engines echoed in the cruisers hanger bay as the doors pulled open and fighters began taking off, including 3 painted squadrons, each numbering in 10 planes, followed by other fighters and bombers, numbering a formation of 120 fighters and interceptors, followed by 3 dozen bombers. And two large craft within the bomber formation, Transports.

Radios chimed to life within fighter command of the cruiser. "Lets hope the enemy still has something left shall we."
A1-10 "Ace wing Alchatel, all wings checked in."
B1-10 "Ace wing Blankala, all wings checked in."
C1-10 "Ace wing Colentia, all wings checked in."
E1-90 "Escort wings checked. All planes green."
B1-36 "All bombers green, payloads armed. Ready."
T-1, T-2 "All boarding parties armed and at the ready."

The force roared through the void, yet if in atmosphere would roar like dragons as they flew across space towards the exposed station.

whyhellothere

kola2134

The Drucarro Government has issued a fleet wide red alert after weapons fire was reported in the E.Q-1 Quadrant. The region where the Drucarrians have lived for the past thousands of years. A fleet of ships have warped in. 20 Ships, 10 Saturn Class, 15 Leeland Class, 2 Intrepid Class and 3 Armstrong Class Cruisers ready for battle.

"Admiral T'Rall to the fleet, shields up and prepare for battle. Commander, contact the enemy ships and ask them for their reasons of such destruction."

HMS-Hood

kola2134
the ship's radar picked up two signals although they didn't keed the radar to see them, two large battleships appeared each one being about 3.5 km long the sound of gunfire was then the only thing one could hear was the roar of the AAA and anti-fighter fighter guns deck mounted howitzers opened fire using atomic shells they were set to fuzes to blow large holes in the fighter formation the fighter's radios were useless because of the loud noise from the gunfire erupting from the ship, it was hard to see the ships in the first place due to the heavy amounts of gunfire filling the void of spaces the fire from the main guns put the explosion from the torpedos to shame all eight turrets and all four barrels on each gunfire into the enemy fleet the shells being 7.5 meters big in diameter easily rip through the enemy and their target was the jammer craft and the 36 MAC shells cut the ship like a rock through wet paper, and all of this was from one ship, the flagship of the navy, the terror of the seas the RMS Hood. the other battleship was armed with heavy lasers and large torpedos although this one is mostly focused on the emeny fleet letting the hood deal with the fighters, after all, it had enough flack to turn a frigate into a fine powder they sent out orders, to any remaining fighters, "if you are alive you should be fucking fighting right now, and if your not, you as good the bastards who you shall slaughter until the last breath! PRIMO VICTORIA!" several near-dead craft spring into action once more most not even having their primary thrusters or being unable to YAW or PITCH and many without guns were told to ram their planes into the enemy battle fleet the heat of battle burned as these men clashed and the Valhalla sent out its distress beacon, hopefully, somebody would help

@KrankysFirebrand48 you receive a distress beacon, coming from a station, one so large it could hold millions of people and tons of good press reaction and perhaps the biggest motivator, they were brits.

HMS-Hood

whyhellothere a message is sent by a battleship not knowing their intent they send this message "unidentified vessels leave right fucking now or you will be turned into a fine powder!"

whyhellothere

HMS-Hood "This is the D.S.S Charon, we have detected weapons fire from this location and we were tasked to investigate."

kola2134

HMS-Hood

whyhellothere

HMS-Hood

whyhellothere

The arrival of more enemy ships first saw a more defensive formation take place with the fighters seeming to pull back to the cruiser instead of engaging the enemy flak. The smaller warships hugged up to the larger cruisers as the shields seemed to combine and strengthen, forming a more solid defensive barrier around the warfleet. The crimson blood clouds that seemed to envelop the system began to cause malfunction within guided munition and the tracking systems seen in missiles etc. Scanners for both the Imperial warships and this coalition of forces against them would go down or loose accuracy, sights would need to be relied more on. Enemy rounds lost effectiveness from range and need to close the distance. The swarming enemy craft were more to the defensive advantage. Guns let rip with destructive power impacting swarming warships, powerful beams of energy, large physical projectiles holding large amounts of destructive power. And assortment of other unguided munitions fired off at the enemy. The counter bombardment of guns as multiple gun batteries in both turrets and broadside erupt from the warships, firing large warheads in the shells, easily enough to destroy medium and small warships with ease and rip massive holes from larger ones. The majority of rounds going into the swarming and larger enemy fleet that had joined rather then the SAS warships. One of the energy weapon systems turned, the large turret looking down towards the hood as energy built up, the golden lances of energy blasting from it to pierce into the hood causing power surges and drain along with ripping 3 large holes through the ship. Likewise large rounds from SAS warships penetrate through the shielding in some weakparts and impact upon smaller warships sending the explosive shockwaves down the warships spines as they are blasted apart. The destroyed ships being a few frigates and corvettes, who likewise cause damage from debris to the destroyers and cruisers.

The captain looked at the degrading situation. More annoyed if anything. His arm travels in a counterclockwise form as a signal. Reality begins to distort as the interdiction and comms jamming seems to lighten up on the system, reality ripping apart with its crimson bleeding over into the dark void. but not flying into, it was like an encroaching mouth that went over the warships, like it devoured the crimson warships into the other dimension. The Crimson fleet pulls a tactical withdrawal. A single communication lets out.

"Good fight, it seems..." And all it showed was the mans sinister grin that sat upon the iron throne command chair of the cruiser.

HMS-Hood

whyhellothere well you better get the fuck up, this is a war zone, if you could it that, hell, more of a slaghuter

whyhellothere

HMS-Hood "How could we be of assistance?"

HMS-Hood

whyhellothere you think, our entire space fleet just got nuked

whyhellothere

HMS-Hood "Do you perhaps know who the invaders are?"

HMS-Hood

whyhellothere yes, the crimson imperium