A large fleet bearing the markings of the LCAF shimmered into existence at Antares' nadir jump point. For those warriors of Clan Camel hoping to earn glory, the event initially proved anticlimactic; no dropships deployed and the ships remained in tight formation, preparing for departure immediately upon arrival.
We'll need int, I think. If the Camels are already gone, you're in the clear. If we haven't left yet, we'll blow you from the freaking sky... I mean, engage you in pleasent conversation... ::)
our int:
[blockquote]Rolled 2d6 : 3, 2, total 5[/blockquote]
Okay, I'll have my init as soon as I figure out how the roll thing works - still new here and hence stupid. How do I do it?
[blockquote]Rolled 2d6 : 2, 6, total 8[/blockquote]
So... what does that mean? You move before I do, I guess, right? So you show up as I'm leaving, only to find, oops! The Camels are still here!
With 105 ish FP of air power.
It means that his forces jump in system before yours make it out. And actually, I need to roll init against his forces aswell, as I have a flotilla moving through:
[blockquote]Rolled 2d6 : 6, 6, total 12[/blockquote]
Its the Lyrans' lucky day: no Jade Aerie to deal with(my Black Lion) :)
63 Lyran Air FP in system - I wager this is going to be ugly.
"Lyran forces, this is Victoria Lynn of Clan Camel. State your intentions in this system."
"This is Kommodore Alrans of the Invincible Task group. Khan Lynn, permit me to say that we have no intentions in this system aside from putting it behind us. We are returning to Lyran space. However, if you want to detain us, we'd be happy to show your people what it's like on the other side of an airlock."
"You give a simple warrior too much credit, Kommodore, though if you think that your flatery will earn you clemancy, you are mistaken.
"I am deeply afrade that I can not permit you to return to Lyran space so armed. You can strike your colors, and we will treat you with all due courtacy before escorting you back to your homes. Or else, if you would perfer, we can do this the hard way. I have my prefrences, of course, but I will show my self a courtious host today, and leave it to you to pick."
*muttering on the bridge* "She's not the Khan? Oops." "Does it matter? They're all the same, no matter what rank they happen to hold." "Shit, we aren't getting home, are we?"
A scowl from Alrans silenced the bridge crew before he opened again the transmission. "Very well, Victoria Lynn. What is it you people call safe passage? Safcond? We hereby issue a Trial of Appropriation for Safcond. With what forces will you defend?"
*more muttering* "Next time we let someone who didn't sleep through the clan culture briefings do the talking."
Laughter erupted on the bridge of the Fire Mandrill, clearly audable over the com line. "I'm almost temped to let these stravags off the hook, just for their effort."
"True, but we let the last bunch get away. Do you think we need to make a more serious go of this?"
"Perhaps, but I have never been one to shy away from a Trial of Appropreation!" Victoria could bearly contain herself. What a day this was turning out to be!
"Very well, Lyrans. A star of my best fighters will defend passage through this system (I guess that would be .5ish RP). I do not doubt that their victory will give us time to enjoy your company at length."
I can't MA it, so if that's the prefrence I can get someone. Or can just MM it out and pretend.
Before his bridge officers, Kommodore Alrans seemed elated at his own cleverness. Social Admiral indeed! Tharkad was sure to promote him to the head of the navy after this coup. "The fools! They put forth only five ships? So we can use four, yes. The Invincible and three Titans should work nicely, no?"
The helmsmen returned an exasperated look. "With respect, sir, I think you should let someone else handle this." Tell the clanners that we're sending the wing Gamma-Kappa. Otherwise, this is sure to get us all killed."
OOC: Likewise .5ish rp, a little less. I'm fine with make-pretend MM.
groove licious. when can you work this?
Weekdays are better for me, but my schedule is pretty open until school starts up again. When would work for you?
Weekday mornings (about the time this has been going on, or even now) work well for me. Weekends are out.
August, I'll defend the actual mech trial with 1FP, in five mechs. I'll think on terrain, but probably something basic like rolling hills, which is always a stand by. And let's revise the FP risked to be 1 also, since as Noe points out .5 is pretty low for a full star.
OOC: RP to follow, but Arc-Royal came out ahead. Good game to IM, some bizarre crits on both sides, but a competitive and fun game throughout. LCAF engaged according to zell and granted the Camel survivors hegira.
(OOC: +1 for 'Mekking it out)
Victoria Lynn: "Had you asked me before this trial, I would have said that you knew our ways only poorly. But our way is the way of battle, and you have shown your mastery there.
"You are granted safe conduct from this system to your home space. But, as it seems you must still charge your jump drives, perhaps you would see a visitor of ours before you go. It is not common that we are able to speak so directly as this."
"Roger, Victoria Lynn. This is Leftenant Andras Kovacs speaking, Kommodore Alrans is temporarily indisposed and I have been assigned liaison duty. We thank you for your granting of safe passage - your pilots handled themselves well out there, and honor to them. We would be pleased to receive your visitor on board the Invincible."
Flying quickly, almost as if running late for a hot date, a two seat fighter trainer launches from the Camel's battleship (the Texas Class Fire Mandrill) and flys off to the Invincable.
Upon ariving, a small woman emerges from the back seat (who looks like Belle, from Beauty and the Beast). "Hello, I am Amy Lynn. My complements to your pilots, and to your nation. It takes courage to chart your own course, as the rest of your former family crumbles..."
As soon as the channel to Victoria Lynn was closed, Kovacs turned to the comm officer.
"Jaime, send a message to Arc-Royal, tell them that we're meeting with the Camels. We need all the intel they can provide and whatever diplomatic briefing they can give us. Our clan recognition cards haven't even accounted for the name change and god forbid if we have to guess at their ranks. And tell them it's damn urgent."
"To Arc-Royal? Do you mean the Duchy command, the Estates General, or the military command?"
"I don't know, all of them. They can sort it out when we're done. But I am not embarrassing myself if it can be helped. I'm headed down to the officer's hall, where we'll receive their envoy - transmit everything you get down there."
Collecting his thoughts and trying to will away his nerves, Kovacs hurriedly exited the bridge and rushed down to meet the Camels.
(August, if its ok with you, perhaps we can carry on with this in the Lyran IC thread, or the Camel one, rather than in what would otherwise be a widely overlooked and inconsiquental, soon to be forgoten hostile movment thread).
(Sounds good - the Camel thread? Things can tend to get just as lost in the Lyran one on account of its activity.)