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[Areze]

Part I: Disaster in Cerulia-Bippen
"Assholes." cursed Admiral Braxton under his breath. " Mother fucking inbred shiteaters." Braxton was a pious Lutheran, meaning that he didn't use the lord's name in vain. but it didn't stop him from saying other things. "Whore-born craven, carrion-feasting jackals. Every single fucking one of them, if I see one of those curs, I'll make sure he fucking suffers an eternity for this."
He was talking about the Geisepi Empire and it's recent attack on Cerulia, a neutral clump of systems near the border of the Geisepi Empire and the United Terran Federation. Cerulia IV in the Cerulia-Bippen system was violently assaulted by a force of Geisepi Ghanoms. They pretty much annihilated the system's inhabitants. Cerulia IV itself, a once prosperous trade station, was now a graveyard. The Federation forces there managed to keep the Ghanoms off before they completely destroyed it, but the gesture was empty. Everyone on it was dead. Either killed in the attack or died of the space vacuum when the station split in to three pieces. Braxton flew into an incandescent rage when he heard. He took out his fury on innocent furniture, particularly the flimsy folding chairs that populated the conference room. He slammed them on his knee, turned them into scrap, then threw them against the ground a few times, turning it into a strange looking abstract sculpture.

Richard Svenson Braxton was not a small man, at 6'1" and 210 pounds, he was built like his heritage suggested. German farmer and Nordic viking. He had imposing blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair that he refused to have trimmed to military standard. After a look from him and a growl belonging to an attack dog, no barber dared challenge him on the subject further. He wore a Blue and Black Uniform with some gold lapels to show he was important and not some scullery boy that looked mean.
His superiors knew he was famous for his brilliance, but he was known by his officers more by his temper, which made people wonder why he listened to the Sol Consulate. Some believed it was reversed. The Sol Consulate just listened to him to they could spare themselves his ire, which in an ironic twist seemed a whole lot more likely. Today was a perfect example of the days he wasn't very happy. Luckily for the outfitters, he stopped on his heartless rampage on the chairs and consigned himself to grumbling expletives, no matter who was around.



High Admiral Gerin Holzer was similarly not pleased, but he showed it though a baleful glare rather then savage contempt. Low Admiral Fescki did not listen to orders and attacked Cerulia-Bippen on his own, which got him killed by a heat-seeking Terran missile. Only three of the twelve Ghanom cruisers returned at all from the renegade assault. Gerin wanted to take the system with no civilian casualties, because he knew the Terran admiral, this Braxton person, would not be very cheerful if any died.
"This does not please me, not at all." Gerin said after ten minutes of glaring. An assistant tried to say something. "But High Admiral, Fes-" "Fescki can rot. That glory-seeking puffed up pirate got what was coming. Saved me the trouble of shooting him." The assistant silenced himself. He didn't want to anger High Admiral Holzer anymore then what was necessary.
"Let this be an example, all whom disobey orders will be considered a non-person. He will either die due to the fact I will not help them, or when they return and I shoot him." You have been warned."
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Edited by Areze, 20 December 2007 - 02:10.

[Dauth]

Its a nice start, I'll read more with interest.

[Areze]

Thanks, Dauth, I'll try too keep this thread active, but I need more comment from other people.
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Gerin, the High Admiral of St. Maralaw, was dark to Braxton's fair. He was also very lean and built like a runner, but that was hard to tell in the stiff white and dark green uniform. He stewed what his next course of action might be. He knew and heard of Braxton's tactical mind and vile temper. But another contrast to the two great Admirals was that while Braxton displayed his fury like a true viking, Gerin Holzer was more cunning and malevolent, and manipulative, he would do whatever it took of his quiet demeanor and great persistence to do the emperor's will. No one else mattered. Not even himself, and that made him dangerous to the UTF.
"Gentlemen, we are in quite a quandary. The UTF admiral will not tolerate the civilian losses of Fescki's raid. It will surely elevate the war, and the emperor must hear of this immediately."
The "war", if that's what one would call it, was really a string of barely connected skirmishes that scarcely involved more then 12 ships. But now, this admiral will tell his superiors of the raid, and a full invasion was immanent. Gerin knew it, and he wanted to be prepared to meet them. He'll fight all of the UTF if that is what is necessary of him to get the navy ready.
" I want 12 Segetsias on the system's borders by tomorrow. No later, any later and every tenth of you will be executed. That should motivate you to get on it. Also, I want some more Gahnoms under a competent commander, a veteran of at least 3 battles in which he participated. Same rule applies. Get a Thor to patrol each of the stellers in the system, I want the UTF to have to fight for their lives to get near this system, and by then it will be too late, my force will be prepared, and they will run like frightened rats. By the time they are prepared to attack again the navy will be in full swing and by the time this war's over, I'll get to see that wretched planet Earth for the first time, preferably flying a Geisepi flag. Dismissed."
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As you can see, Gerin is one of those magnificent bastards, you either love him or love to hate him.

[Areze]

"I'm not going to tolerate excuses, I want the Geisepis to suffer. I want them to be run out like the pack of mangy wolves they are." Braxton orated to the task force he was assembling. "They have a few Segetsias guarding the system perimeter. Use the battleships to engage them head on and then bring the corvettes to nip them from behind." He continued to lay off plans to defeat the Geisepis at Cerulia-Bippen and destroy their battle station posted near the ruined Spacedock near it.

Both Gerin Holzer and Richard Braxton knew that this was going to be a battle of wits, and each were both prepared to bamboozle the other. The UTF force soon was ready to begin their assault on Cerulia-Bippen, mostly to get the Cerulian Oglyarch to shut the hell up. The Oglyarch complained almost constantly about "heartless invasion" and "feckless atrocities", Braxtion prayed that the massacre of the Geisepi forces in Cerulian space might make him pipe down long enough for Braxton to think. "I also want the Oglyarch to shut the fuck up." Braxton added when he finished his oration. His men sniggered at the blatant disregard for regulations, as the Cerulian delegation was in the room.

"Dear sir, we do find it inappropriate to refer to his honer the Og-"

"You can tell him I told him to shut is trap too. I would dearly love to see what he would do."

"But sir, the Sol Consul-"

"Fuck the Consulate, they aren't fighting Holzer, I am. Once they come here and get their slimy paws dirty then they can talk, until then, stop bugging me." The delegates quieted when Braxton gave them his trademark winter glare.

"Alright boys, time to get down and dirty. MOVE OUT!"

[Areze]

So I guess importance syndrome is contagious, huh?

[Lizzie]

Areze, on 21 Dec 2007, 19:53, said:

So I guess importance syndrome is contagious, huh?

I just now read this, very nice. Sorry was asleep for most of the night.

[Areze]

Lizzie-DS, on 22 Dec 2007, 11:33, said:

Areze, on 21 Dec 2007, 19:53, said:

So I guess importance syndrome is contagious, huh?

I just now read this, very nice. Sorry was asleep for most of the night.

I'm not worried about you. You're pretty cool. But I'm just pointing out that, for the whole time this was on the from, it went though the fourum rush hour with not a single comment. Too many freaking "tl;dr" putzs. Don't know a novel from a pamphlet.

[Areze]

Part II: Battle of Southern Cerulia


The initial scout fight came just as everyone expected, the Geisepi scouts and fighters attacked their UTF counterparts again and again because of their nimbleness, but it spelled the doom of any one of them if they tried to fight the UTF fighter/scouts head on. A few corvettes o0f both sides also added their presence to the mix for a short while. The UTF captain Joseph Denali managed to kill his counterpart, Low Admiral Prgkeis, leaving the Geisepi forces in disarray. When Prgkeis was eliminated, the cruisers in the outer parts of the system took that as their signal. Seven UTF L- 17 cruisers jumped in to the mix. After a mere hour and a half after they joined the fray, the Geisepis were left in a scrambling rout. The Geisepis suffered heavy losses and even heavier loss of their pride, as the battle ended terribly one-sided when Prgkeis was killed.

"Haha, look at the shit heads run! Bastards got whipped and they know it. I'd like to see what that poser 'High Admiral Holzer' has to say! Braxton'll love to hear this!" remarked one of the pilots of a corvette. Denali replied with his own comments. "Yeah, he might not growl at us like usual. But fat chance of him losing the scowl." Everyone laughed at that, for Braxton was known to grumble at his men even in good moods. When the force did return to the main fleet, Denali was called on to the UFV Constitution, Braxton's personal flagship.

"You did good out there kid, the Geisepis didn't know what hit 'em." Braxton said in an officious air,which is his version of kindly.

"Yessir. We didn't follow them for a bit, due to the presence of a large number of Geisepi cruisers, and if I'm allowed to comment, a goddammit huge ship that I have ever the slightest inkling is the Geisepi flagship."

"Heheh, yeah, that's Holzer's little tugboat. It's called a Tempestia, and they are the Geisepi equivalent to the floating brick, the J-75. Once we throw enough of our boys in eyesight of Holzer, he'll run. I guarantee it."

[Areze]

Gerin as in a rare mood, when he actually expressed his rage in violence. He punched a wall so hard that he slightly dented it, and broke his hand in the process. "Curse Braxton, curse him and every grotesque cur in his navy. The emperor will be incandescent. If he doesn't outright shoot me will be a miracle. This blow is nearly fatal to our presence in Cerulia. We can not afford another loss like that. IF we do, there is no hope." He muttered in the hospital bay. "At least, though, Kradia is finally getting involved, we can use a useful ally. If they don't send ships with all haste, we will be in severe trouble." He continued to muse like this for a while. He finally convened on at least one issue. If Kradia didn't Double Time it on reinforcements, this current fight will get really ugly really quick. He had already lost most of a flotilla, another disaster like what happened at Cerulia-Southbound will break the back of Gerin's naval fleet.

The ready room was abuzz with activity, clerks buzzing to and fro with piles of papers and official-looking documents from some bureaucrat in the lower offices. In the ready room was twenty chairs and desks in a semicircle while the central part of the room was dominated by a large table and a large chair. 20 officious men walked in through the doors in the back of the room and seated themselves in the twenty semicircle seats. A very important looking man, judging by the fact he wore a suit tailor-made in the greatest shop in the Terran city of London. He sat in the large chair looking over the twenty other seats. He looked much like a bookkeeper, half-circle glasses perched on a slightly beaky nose, with tired brown hair with flicks of gray. This man was the Magistrate of the Sol Consulate, who was made up by the twenty men before him, ranging from young and idealistic and old men with sour dispositions.
The Magistrate cleared his throat and announced "Gentlemen, the campaign in Cerulia has gone quite well; We expect to push the Geisepi Empire out completely from Cerulian space within the year." One of the younger consuls stood up and asked "If I'm allowed to speak sir." "The table is given to Kristof Maresson. 13th consul and senator of Tau Ceti." "Thank you Magistrate, but what of the Kradians? They have been stirring and the Kradian Prime Minister explictly said he will stand by the Geispei emperor in his movements against us. I fear that if we don't post at least a flotilla that they will ravage us from the south, forcing us to divert and fight on two fronts, a recipe for disaster." "The Kradians will pose a problem, but Admiral Carder and Chakman will make sure the Kradian Ministry will not be able to pose a major threat to us." Another consul arose. "Permission to speak sir." He stated in his quick accent. "The table is given to Chan Mejjon, 9th consul and senator of Tichel." "Thanks, the Kradians may pose a slight threat; but not nearly as much as the hounds under Gerin Holzer. If Cerulia falls, our border will be open by attack. We nned to crush them quickly or else the operation will be thrown in jeopardy." "Richard Braxton is working on it." the Magistrate intoned. "I trust Holzer will be forced to fall back." "God, not that lunatic! He'll follow them all the way to Redulia given half the provocation! And the way he treated the delegation! There-" 'that will be enough, Chan. I know Braxton is not one for regulations, but I trust no man more then he among the lines. HE know what makes the Geisepi's tick. Even if it involves stepping on toes. Now then I think things ae resolved for now. Good evening."