Shatterpoint Signals

[leafkin]

Aquas

32.44N, 72.21E

Shatterpoint Outpost

"Right. Euhm... we good for that last transmission, Wicks?" A rather portly feline called out, leaning back on a worn out deck chair.

"Yessir. There's no way Andross' army could have traced us." Wicks, a lanky afghan hound, reported. "Hey, I gotta question. Why Aquas?" he asked. "You know, aside from the neutrality of the planetary government, and stuff." He stepped away from his terminal, shutting it off. The sun here was so bright. Barely a cloud in the sky.

The feline looked up at Wicks, giving him an unimpressed look. "Seriously, Wicks?" he gasped. "Kid. It's Aquas. The ocean covers the entire damn planet. There's no way our little operation could be found, even if someone went looking. And besides, the weather's nice." Wicks seemed a bit worried.

"Sure thing... boss." he walked, almost shuffled back to the terminal, tapping in a few commands. He heard beeping. That was new. Wicks checked the radar, feeling his blood freeze over. "Lylat forbid-"

He was interrupted by a massive explosion, followed by the rough whirr of Venomese atmo engines overhead. "Invaders." he simply said. Wicks ran out of the comm room, taking a look at the horizon. Several of the oil rigs that acted as parts of Shatterpoint Outpost were ruined. People on deck were scurrying around for their guns, not at all prepared for combat.

"WICKS! QUICKLY, S.O.S!" he heard the boss scream. The Invaders were making another pass. "GO!"

The hound hurried back to his terminal. The explosion had messed with most of his instruments. "No, no, NO!" he clenched his fists. Wicks felt his heartbeat quicken. They were shooting! His hands were shaking like he had Parkinson's. "Mayday, mayday. All Cornerian starships in range, this is Shatterpoint Outpost. We are under attack! Seeking immediate support." No response. He decided to try something else. "All combat-ready ships in range, this is Shatterpoint Outpost! We're under attack, seeking rescue! Come quick!"

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Interplanetary Space

Kamil yawned loudly, having been roused by an open comm request. On the Freelancers' frequency range? Must be important. The message came from Aquas, thirty-two north, seventy-two east "All combat-ready ships in range, this is Shatterpoint Outpost! We're under attack, seeking rescue! Come quick!"

Shatterpoint? He remembered doing a couple intel runs for that place a few months ago. They were under attack? "Hmn..." he sighed. Should he answer? Hesitantly, Kamil patched himself in. "Shatterpoint, this is Freelancer Beta Two Two, Kamil Khan of the Syrocco. Coming in for fire support."

Kamil flicked a few switches, priming his superluminal engine, and readying the atmo drive.

"Freelancer Beta Two Two, thank Lylat you've responded. Come quick. We've got Invader IIs coming in waves." Wicks replied.

"That means there's a mothership." Kamil groaned. "Right. You owe me, Shatterpoint."

"Good luck, and come quick!"

"I'll be there in a minute."

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"Maj. Dehart!" a rather tall and hulking Sclavic dragon began as he stumbled into the control room, with a stream of blood flowing from a cut on his forehead. He closed the door behind him.

 

"Uhh, Col. Chmielnicki," Dehart began. "We're under attack! The Venomians-"

 

"Are here!?" Chmielnicki cried out. "Dehart, you yourself proclaimed that this outpost was undetectable. However evidently, that is not so! Wicks! Have you called for reinforcements?"

 

"Y-y-yes sir." Wicks announced.

 

"And who answered our call?"

 

"Only one. Freelancer Beta Two-Two."

 

"Kamil Khan. Hmm... It is better than nothing, for we have nothing. I have just received word that Star Fox has been destroyed in Sector X, and the capital city has fallen. We are all that is left." The control room fell silent in disbelief. All were shocked. Most lost hope. "Now, that does not mean the war is lost. We have Kamil Khan coming to help. There will be others. Wicks! Send a distress call to Ruthenia!"

 

"But sir, our long-range communications are gone!"

 

"Dammit! We must then hold out... For Corneria. Dehart, Wicks! Take up weapons and gather up the best men you can! I have a plan to send more help..."

[LazerMaster5]

Silas McSlayer woke up in his hotel room on the Primus Space Station, which is in orbit of Aquas. "How odd, the lights are flickering," he said. "Where are my bandmates?" He then went to the docking Bay, only to find that his band, Nuclear Airstrike, ditched him again. "Those bastards! Why would they do this to me?" As soon as he exclaimed this out loud, a laser blast whizzed by his head, hitting a stack of cargo boxes. Silas went in a dead sprint to a nearby ship, a small civilian class sprinter, illegally modified to have chainguns. Luckily, there were military grade drones inside, which would come in handy later. Silas noticed a broadcast on the CB radio, one coming from Aquas. "This may be my way of figuring what the hell is going on," he said to himself. He set course for the Shatterpoint outpost, in hopes of figuring out why the Lylat System is breaking down. After all, a breakdown of social order means no more shows, and no more shows means no more income. What else can a red fox do?

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

The facility was continually rocked by the constant Venomian bombardment. Chmielnicki, Dehart, Wicks, and 5 other soldiers went into an elevator leading to the surface. The shaking from the explosions could be felt even at the lowest levels. Everyone in the elevator was nervous. Some were shaking. Chmielnicki was praying. As the elevator reached the surface, laser fire and explosions could be heard. The doors opened to Hell. Fire was running rampant, laser fire filled the sky, smoke blotted out the sun, and dead Cornerian soldiers were strewn here and there. Most were burnt, dismembered, their faces in twisted hideous shapes. Chmielnicki was all too familiar with this scene.

 

"Wicks! Direct the men to plant the explosives at the designated areas! Contact me when the job is done and return to the elevator! Dehart, you are with me!" The 2 men nodded in obedience. Wicks led the 5 soldiers to several oil rigs, planting high explosives in an attempt at a scorched earth policy. If the Cornerians could no longer control the rigs, they would make sure the Venomians couldn't. Meanwhile, Chmielnicki and Dehart did everything in their power to rally the remaining troops to retreat back into the heart of the facility. The colonel knew the surface became an untenable position.

 

"Dammit! Venomian paratroopers!" Chmielnicki announced as he saw Venomians drop in from a transport cruiser. They landed with speed and accuracy, blasters blazing. Chmielnicki and Dehart took cover behind a wrecked Cornerian fighter with about a dozen other soldiers, and began firing back. Scores of Venomians and Cornerians were killed. "We cannot stay here! We must fall back to the interior of the facility! ON ME!" Chmielnicki yelled.

 

Wicks and the 5 soldiers were at the elevator, anxiously waiting for the colonel's arrival. Wicks radioed in. "Sir, we've finished planting the charges! We're waiting at the elevator! Do you copy?"

 

"We copy, Wicks!" the colonel replied. Chmielnicki, Dehart, and what little men the duo could find began to fight their way back to the elevator.

[Clearwater]

Marco - better known as 'Wire' to his comrades - was stirred from the rumbling of a loud explosion. At first, he thought it
was an after-effect of his dream. He wasn't so sure the second time though when another rumbling nearly knocked him out of his
bed and sirens started blaring...
''What the hell's going on?...'' Wire groggily said to no-one in particular, getting up and out of his bunk bed. A third rumbling
nearly knocked him off his feet. Wire had a very, very bad feeling about this...
''All hands!'' A voice said over the intercom. ''We are under attack! I repeat, Shatterpoint Outpost is under attack! All hands
report topside now!''
Wire's face dropped. Under attack? How? No one apart from the few situated on this outpost knew that it even existed!
Grabbing his backpack and headset from the nearby table, he made double-time for the nearest elevator and punched the button leading
topside. During the trip up, Wire took a deep breath, exhaled, and began to recollect his thoughts.
Marco was one of the last of the Blue Spix Macaws living in this galaxy, and that was no good thing. Ever since his old friend Sal
left to begin a nomad's life, Wire dedicated hisself to a life of fighting for peace and tranquility. One of the reasons for this
was because when he was younger, a bad accident resulted in him losing the end of his beak. Marco tried to find a replacement, but
the best he could find was a small rod of wire he could strap round his face - hence the nickname 'Wire'.
This was his 4th year on the Shatterpoint Outpost. It wasn't his choice to come here, but after getting used to the underwater climate,
he had no objections.
The elevator stopped, pinged, then opened to reveal the hell that was going on. Soldiers lay dead everywhere. Fire was strewn across
the surface, and black smoke prevented the sun from shining down on the surface of the base.
''What the hell...'' Wire murmured, before the combat high began to kick into his body. Grabbing a blaster rifle from a dead soldier,
Wire took cover behind a set of wooden crated and began to weave in and out, trying to find his colleagues so they could explain everything.
''We cannot stay here!'' Someone yelled. Wire knew that voice. ''We must fall back to the interior of the facility! ON ME!"
''Chmielnicki!'' Wire shouted, seeing him and a group of his comrades were fighting their way back to the elavator Wire had just come
up on. ''It's me! Wire! Get to the elevator; I'll cover you!''

[LazerMaster5]

As Silas flew toward Aquas, he noticed the barrage of Venomian starships in orbit. He went unnoticed until he was 5 miles from Shatterpoint, when the fighters noticed his craft. The craft sustained heavy fire, but it would not hold. "Shit!" he exclaimed as the craft hurtled toward the ice cold water. He braced for impact in a liferaft containing a handful of drones and a shotgun, but the slam of the craft against the water thrashed him viciously. Silas knew he had to row towards Shatterpoint, or he would surely perish.

[Jimmy Darnell]

Garrus woke sort of dazzed and blinded by the flashing lights in his room. "Thats odd, station must be having problems with the power grid." He says to himself with a grunt as he stands. He feels a vibration in the floor, one way too familiar to the Turian. He rushes outside, grabbing his weapon and placing them on his back, squeezing into the elevator with the others. "Can anyone tell me whats going on?" He speaks aloud to the group, his blue visor flickering a bit.

[leafkin]

Kamil watched the blue planet grow larger as he approached. "Beta Two Two, dropping out of warp." he reported. "Okay... looking for the mothership." he muttered to himself, flying in low orbit. Kamil wanted to know what he was up against before he did anything. The garrison at Shatterpoint was tough, but he doubted their ability to put up with waves of Venomese starfighters.

A ship-sized disc of metal appeared on the curvature of the planet, surrounded by debris. The mothership, and the remains of a Cornerian battlegroup. Not good. Kamil pulled back, pitching down to break atmosphere. Syrocco shuddered under the pressure, creaking under the intense heat. "Come on, ol' girl. You've done this before." he whispered.

As he broke into the lower atmosphere, his canopy's armor plating pulled back, giving him a real view around him. Smoke towered eastward, from off the horizon. Shatterpoint. The garrison would hear the sharp whirr of a Katinan ship overhead. Syrroco has arrived. The yellow livery of the starfighter contrasted with the bue skies, contrasted against the dull green of the Invader IIs. Syrocco was fast, taking out an entire wing of Venomese fighters with one volley of rapid cannon fire.

"Shatterpoint Outpost, I'm here. Point me at the bad guys."

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"Beta Two Two, this is Col. Chmielnicki, commanding officer of Aleph Null, 4th Elite Expeditionary Brigade! We are under heavy fire from Venomian aircraft and infantry! Requesting immediate air support! Popping green smoke to mark friendly location! MARCO! Pop green flares and get the wounded into the base! WICKS! What is the word on reinforcements?"

 

"Sir, we have confirmed reports of a downed craft approximately 4 klicks south of the base! Civilian class, one occupant! He is confirmed alive!" Chmielnicki and Dehart were crouching in disbelief behind the ruined fighter. They looked at each other, not knowing what to think.

 

"So apparently we have become a tourist trap!?" remarked Chmielnicki. Suddenly, blaster fire just narrowly missed Chmielnicki's massive frame. He immediately popped out from behind cover and gunned down the offending Venomian soldier almost unconsciously. He returned to cover. "Have you identified the pilot?" he asked Wicks.

 

"Yes sir," Wicks replied. "It's um... Silas McSlayer."

 

"Oh, I love Nuclear Airstrike." Dehart commented.

 

"Oh well, beggars cannot be choosers." said Chmielnicki. "Wicks, radio Beta Two Two and ask if he can retrieve McSlayer! Dehart, help Marco get the wounded out of here! I shall rendezvous with you all at the elevator in 5 minutes! If I am not there within that time, head back into the base and detonate the charges!"

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

(Sorry for double posting, but since Clearwater's going to be in Germany for a week or so, we might have to put this RP on hold.)

[LazerMaster5]

Silas was tired, starving, and soaked to the bone by the time he was retrieved. Everything was a blur to him as he phased in and out of conscienceness, as he lost a great deal of blood from the crash. Silas wook up 3 days later in the Shatterpoint medbay, feeling a bit numb. "Doctor, where am I, and what the hell is going on?" he called out, noticing he could not feel his legs. He felt for them with his arms, but found nothing. It took a moment for him to realize it: he lost both legs in the crash. "Shit," he muttered. He also noticed his chest covered almost completely bandaged up, leaving him wondering what else he was missing. The doctor came in 12 minutes. "Good news, and bad news. Good news is, we had the supplies needed to replace your damaged organs. Bad news, it may be a day or two before we can give you physical augmentations. Now, we can only give them to you if you agree to fight alongside us. You in?" Realizing the situation, Silas knew only one answer to that question. "I want in."

[leafkin]

[We'll also need a posting order. As of right now, it's too random for any clear progression of plot.

Let's see...

1. Me

2. Arminius

3.Clearwater

4.LazerMaster

5.Jimmy

Sound good? We'll roll out this posting order after Clearwater returns.]

[LazerMaster5]

(Fine with me. I am planning to make my character a cyborg badass anyway.)

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

(Alright, now that Clearwater's back, we can get this RP going again! Right, leafkin?)

[Clearwater]

(Alright, now that Clearwater's back, we can get this RP going again! Right, leafkin?)

(Well, just give me a few days to read what I missed and I'll post this weekend. Promise.)

[Clearwater]

(Sorry for the doublepost, but I'm just saying that I'm ready to ROLE out again.)

[LazerMaster5]

(What are you waiting for?)

[leafkin]

[Alright, we'll begin.] 

 

"Ye gods," Kamil muttered, watching the smoke rise over the demolished stations of Shatterpoint. "Wonder how long they'll last..." He shook his head, returning his focus to the dogfight he was headed to.

 

"Freelancer Khan!" Wicks' voice reported over his comm frequency. "Head thirty degrees north, we have reports of another wing of Invaders coming in that way." Kamil pulled the targeting module over his eyes, finding 30°  North on his viewfinder. That way. His IFF tagger was going crazy: 40 Venomian tags incoming. 

 

"That doesn't look fun..." he groaned. "Roger, Shatterpoint base, moving 30° to intercept. Wish me luck." Kamil rolled left, pulling towards the red IFF tags.

 

"Lylat guide you, Khan." Wicks signed off, and Khan's channel returned to a quiet static. 

 

"What, no support?" Khan sighed to himself, muttering a quiet prayer. The Khan family was deeply religious, despite their pirate heritage. He flew low, staying under radar. Syrocco left a wake behind it, stirring the water and leaving a trail of white foam. Kamil looked up, squinting off towards the horizon. Contrails, many of them. The Invaders. "Here we go..." he groaned, pulling up towards the hostile signatures. He warmed up his weapons, letting them come out of their hardpoints. The massive CM-20 rotary canon hung off the underbelly of the ship, spinning up. 

[leafkin]

Silas was tired, starving, and soaked to the bone by the time he was retrieved. Everything was a blur to him as he phased in and out of conscienceness, as he lost a great deal of blood from the crash. Silas wook up 3 days later in the Shatterpoint medbay, feeling a bit numb. "Doctor, where am I, and what the hell is going on?" he called out, noticing he could not feel his legs. He felt for them with his arms, but found nothing. It took a moment for him to realize it: he lost both legs in the crash. "Shit," he muttered. He also noticed his chest covered almost completely bandaged up, leaving him wondering what else he was missing. The doctor came in 12 minutes. "Good news, and bad news. Good news is, we had the supplies needed to replace your damaged organs. Bad news, it may be a day or two before we can give you physical augmentations. Now, we can only give them to you if you agree to fight alongside us. You in?" Realizing the situation, Silas knew only one answer to that question. "I want in."

 

[We're retconning this. As RP-owner, it's sort of my job to set the pace of this RP. You can't just jump three days in the future @_@

 

Apologies if this upsets you, but that post sort of threw the entire thing off.]

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

As the sky was being cleared by Kamil and Dehart, Wicks, and Marco evacuated the wounded, Chmielnicki dashed between ruined Cornerian and Venomian fighters, searching for wounded and stranded Cornerian soldiers. Unfortunately, all he saw was dead bodies here and there. As he was ducking in and out of cover, he prayed for the souls of every dead soldier he encountered. Carrying his Druzhina M2882 automatic blaster in one hand and his bastard sword in the other, Chmielnicki sliced and shot his way across what was once a landing platform. He noticed a crashed Cornerian cargo ship, and reckoned that he could salvage a subspace transmitter from it to send a long-range message to Ruthenia, calling for help.

 

Moments later, Chmielnicki reached the cargo ship. He lunged inside as several Venomian paratroopers tried to gun him down. Chmielnicki reloaded and mowed down the paratroopers as they reached the wreck. However, he did not take into account the plundering Venomian commando in the cockpit. The Venomian was looking for top secret information, for the Venomians knew the basic purpose of Aleph Null: transmitting secret Venomian intelligence. The commando pounced on Chmielnicki from behind, placing a neck lock on the hulking dragon, who begins to suffocate. Chmielnicki attempts to get the commando off him by slamming him against the walls, but the commando simply would not let go. Desperate, he discovered a piece of metal sticking out from the wall, sharp as his sword. He backed into it, which pierced the commando's body, killing the commando. Chmielnicki, though, also suffered, as the piece of metal plunged into his body, as well. He found the subspace transmitter and headed back to the elevator, still bleeding from his self-inflicted wound. As he approached the elevator, where Marco and the others were evacuating the wounded, he fell to his knees. He gripped his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. The wound, however, was too great, and needed immediate medical attention. He fell to the ground.

 

"Medic!" he shouted as he began to lose consciousness.

[Clearwater]

''No! Chmiel!'' Wire shouted, knocking two Venomian soldiers he was fighting down to the ground and rushed over to him, tossing his battle rifle to one side. He leant down and tried to apply CPR, with the first few attempts being unsucessful.

''Someone help me! Please!'' Wire yelled to no one in particular, heaving the unconcious dragon onto one of his shoulders, taking his rifle back with his spare wing. Looking in the distance, he could see what... looked like...

''Oh, shit.'' Wire mumbled under his breath. ''CRUISER!!'' He shouted.

[Jimmy Darnell]

{has no idea what to do soooooo}

 

Garrus runs up to Wire, just freeing himself from the elevator. "You called?" He says as he looks back, his rifle at his eye aimed, making sure there were no unwanted guests

 

(I dunno when I can post, since I dont have access to a computer at home -x-)

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

(Uhh, who's next? Leafkin?)