Future War RP

"Yes." Rattrap said shortly, "He was tired and had lost a fair amount of blood before his wounds healed over. Pluss one of the bullets seemed to be lodged agianst his spine. One of the medics had noticed him limping but he had brushed them off in order to try and save the captives life. the pair turned as said captive stirred and woke form a near coma, "Welcome back to the land of the living buddy. Don't make any sudden move or this guy will blow your brains out in a flash." said Rattrap chuckling. Finaly they could find out what was going on.

 

"Short and straightforward", I said bluntly as I got my weapons and headed for the hanger, where mechanics were working on the scarred hulk that used to be my jet. Guess I'll need to install that Turbo function all over again. Instead I took another F16. After ten minutes in the air, the fighter's sensors flashed as a plasma bolt glanced off the left wing. I saw an AA unit firing at me. Being one of the top pilots at the academy, I dodged the bolts with ease, then strafed the gun. One of it's alien crew escaped and ran away. I decided to leave him, which I later found out was a bad idea. Three companies of Khaulen infantry attacked, followed by tanks, walkers, enemy fighters, AA guns, you name it. I decided to ignore the infantry for now, as the fighter's shields were keeping their attacks off of me, and concentrated on the enemy armour and support units. I blew up three AA units, two tanks and a walker. Then, I found myself in a dogfight with five opponents. "Ghost, bad news. The Khaulens are sending a bigger attack force at us! Request backup!".

 

Rattrap nodded and grabbed the captive by the neck. Slamming him into tha wall he growled where he guessed it's ear was, "Call off the attack or you're dead. NOW!" pushing a comm unit into it's hand we waited while issuing orders over his own comm, "Just try and stay alive Ty. Use the terrian to your advantage and try and get as much data as you can. I'll join your when I can."

 

C-19965 rasped his last orders into the communication device, speaking in his native tongue, making sure the other side recieved the message. Then he smiled a crooked smile at his enemy.
"Thank you for this opportunity. I told them to find cover, to call for the artillery and to blow this base and its defenders to dust. I told them to spare no one, and to use the heaviest weapons available. I told them that once the barrage started, they should concentrate all available guns on the two spacesuits that would be flying about this place trying to piss out the fire."
He chuckled manically.
"I told them a Khaulen captain was about to die a hero's death for his race."

 

Rattrap smiled sadistically, "Guess who's gonna be in the other suit slimeball? You. Unarmed. And restrained. Fitting death for one who betrayed some help he didn't deserve." Dragging C-19965 throught the hallway he stuffed him in a suit. It fit, barely, "Ty take cover and see if you can sneak in through the artillery that's starting about...." an explosion outside rocked the building, "Now."

 

"I kinda' have my hands full right now!", I replied. "I'm engaging the five, repeat five!". Then, I pulled up hard and corkscrewed to try and shake off the five bogies on my tail. They stayed on me and fired. The fighter's shields were barely holding. Now it was time for a little manuver I learned at the academy. The enemy fighters were closing in. 3..2..1..now! I pulled back on the joystick and rammed the throttle. My jet went up into a loop-de-loop and the enemies flew right by. Now I was on their tail, and I made short work of three fighters. The other two retreated. I turned back towards the base and strafed the artillery several times. Then my radar picked up, it looked like, two fighters at 150 miles range and closing. The radar didn't identify them as hostile, though. Then, the dots dissappeared.
I spoke into my intercom. "Tyrano to base, we have two unidentified fighters at 150 miles and closing. As soon as they break 100 miles, send the alert, five aircraft!".

 

glancing up Rattrap swore under his breath. Passing C-19965 to a marine with strict order to keep it in the base, Rattrap sprinted to the targeting centre. Most of the consoles were destroyed having exploded when energy had fed back to them from the guns and fried the circuits. Kicking (literally) one of the gunners off his chair, Rattrap began firing at the fighters. Three exploded and a fourt plowed into the ground trying to avoid his deadly aim, "Saved the last one for you Ty. Dunno what happened to Wild Dogs flight but they might be equipped with a cloak device and waiting out side the combat area. Try contacting 'em."

 

I came down in front of the last fighter and made it experience Dragonfire at point-blank range. "Thanks Ghost, I've been wanting to do that ever since I learned the move." Then I tried to reach Wild Dog. "Wild Dog, this is Tyrano. Do you read me? Over." Nothing. I tried again. Static. "Ghost I don't think it's Wild Dog. If it is, he's not responding." Then, the dots appreared again, at 90 miles range. I saw five friendly fighters taking off in their direction. The unidentified dots vanished. I destroyed some more artillery, tanks, and walkers. Then the dots appeared again, at 75 miles and closing. It was only then that I realized that the dots were too big to be fighters. I took off in their direction. Soon, I had a visual. They looked like shuttles, but there was no IFJ record of this shape and design. Then again, they could be the new Endeavour class assault shuttles I read about. Then, one made radio contact with me. "Commander Henderson, this is Shuttle #1." The voice was human. I looked behind the leading two to see two squadrons with fighter escort. "Ghost, I think you're going to like this", I said into the intercom. "A whole fleet of assault shuttles are coming our way! They're friendly."

 

"Hot damn!!!!" Rattrap raised his right hand clenched in a fist. Finally some one else to take the load off Henderson and himself.

 

But the shuttles, although with vacuum and hyperspace capability, are usually transported by something else. I decided to go into space and take a look. Sure enough, a whole IFJ battle force had arrived at Mars. "This is USS Tyridium to Commander Henderson", came the transmission from one of the ships . "Is there something wrong?". I stared for a couple seconds. "Let's just say you arrived just in time", I replied. I went back down into atmosphere and radioed my teammate. "Plus, there's a whole IFJ battle armada blockading the planet! These Khaulens ain't goin' anywhere!".

 

"That's fine, get you butt down here soldier. They've smashed the base. We're screwed. I'm going inside and try and figure out what the hell is going on, see if I can try and barter some releif for the civillians." Rattrap tugged on the twisted door until it broke free. Grabbing the Khaulen commander he lifted the being up, "I've got a transport in the hanger. Come on. Does your leader speak Basic? I might need a translator. Here's my plan. I will go into captivity if you'll let at leats some of the civillians go. Let 'em resettle or something. Or at the very least explain this whole damn war to me."

 

'Darn those Khaulens", I muttered as I went back into atmosphere and strafed the aliens several times until I had no more ordnance and my Vulcans had used a great deal of their available energy. Then the AA guns fired, and I was shot down, again. I managed to escape, but now there were more invaders than ever. Just as I thought we might lose, the shuttles arrived. Aliens went flying before their laser cannons, and were mowed down by the Earth backup. There were also Columbia class utility shuttles carrying heavy tanks and artillery units. I rushed towards the base, hoping I wasn't too late.

 

"Our General speaks Basic, certainly," C-19965 said merrily, dazed with the effect of the many drugs he had been treated with. "But he's not going to give your precious ci-vi-li-ans back. Why do you fight for the humans anyway? They are a lost cause! The Khaulens will destroy them, whether you help them or not."
He cringed as a jolt of pain shot through him.
"I'll be your translator, strange creature, and I'll take you and your apple obsession to the General. I'm sure it will be fun."

 

The Khaulen Imperator General sat silently in the dominion citadel, stroking his beard with an ominous smirk on his face... The battle had gone as planned, the humans were now in full retreat, although at a high price... His Khaulen forces had suffered a 90% casualty rate; slightly lower than usual, perhaps one of his Generals had not been showing enough initiative this day? With a wave of his hand he dismissed the idea of an execution, tempting as it was... It really did not matter, his legions numbered in the billions and were always eager to replace whatever losses had been suffered in his many campaigns against the humans... All that was left for now was to re-enforce his shattered forces in this sector, and plan another overwhelming attack upon the second line of pathetic human defence... There was, however, one further matter which his underlings had just informed him of... A bipedal humanoid organism known as "Cat-Nap" or something, had taken officer C-19965 captive and was demanding an audience... Normally he would have laughingly dismissed such an ridiculous proposal and issued an execution warrant for the officer in question, but todays battle had been quick and predictable, and he felt like some amusement... Preparations had been made for his audience with this primitive creature... the trapdoor had been oiled, the pirahnas had not been fed, and he had been practising his scary-voice to intimidate his 'guest'... There were however several hours before the shuttle would arrive, during which time he would spend busily issuing warrants of execution to all those who had retreated in battle, or otherwise betrayed the Khaulen race. The First to be exectued was the courier, who was too slow in bringing him the warrants themselves... He had a busy few hours ahead of him

 

('Apple obsession'??? HAHAHAHAHAHA!)

Rattrap scratched his head unconsciously. Turning to C-19965 he spoke quietly as if the Khaulen pilots could understand him, "Where're we goin' again? Your homeworld right? Listen, I been thinking about what you asked me about. Why I'm fighting for the humans. The truth of it is i have no other home. My homeworld is ruled by a warlord who might even give you guys a hard fight politically. I defected to the rebellion and somehow ended up out here. Met a few humans out of the system and figure 'What the hell.' and started livin' with 'em. But I gotta ask you, doesn't killing basically defenseless being get to you? None of the rebel i fought alonside liked it, but they knew that unless they did, Noggo's rule would continue and twice the number of people they killed would die." he paused and tried to settle into the seat, "oh yeah. If there's a rule folks going to see your general unarmed......shove it up your ass, cause I won't leave myself unarmed."

 

I arrived at the hanger in time to see Rattrap getting into a fighter with C-19965 and taking off. "That's it!", I exclaimed. "I'm not gonna' let these darned Khaulens invade the base and take away my teammate!" I jumped into another fighter and led a rescue team of three Endeavour shuttles and two fighter squadrons after C-19965 and Rattrap. After following their jump coordinates to a strange planet, I saw their fighter prepare to land. The planet was heavily guarded by Khaulen battleships, and just one of them would easily wipe out my entire force in minutes. I tried rediverting one or two of our Excalibur class battlecruisers, then one or two Scimitars. Finally they, allowed me one Daggar class ship. I put together a hasty plan to have one Daggar ship and two shuttles draw the Khaulen guarding force away, then having me leading one squadron and one shuttle to try and land. The Daggar and the shuttles began to move, and the Khaulen ships followed them. This was my chance, and I took it. After sucessfully landing, I caught a glimpse of Rattrap as he followed the Khaulen. Me and my men secretly trailed him.

 

(oops, forgot to tell you to tag along.....you figured it out anyway)

Rattrap paused and help up a hand for C-19965 to do the same, "We're being followed. Humans." Before C-19965 could order the guards to attack Rattrap had jammed his sniper under his chin, "Tyrano, if that's you get out here." Waiting until the shorter human had trotted into view Rattrap relaxed, "Told ya, I didn't go un-armed." turning to Henderson he patted the young man on the shoulder, "Sorry to leave ya hangin', we had to leave in a hurry. Basically I'm gonna negotiate for the freedom of the human race. Or at least try. Watch my back, and try to avoid saying anything you'll regret. Better yet, just don't say anything. This is a delicate operation and neither of us wants to screw it up. Nothing personal." facing the Khaulen soldiers, he held his hand out in a mock gesture, "After you buddy boy."

 

"Alright", I replied. After posting a sniper and a few riflemen around the shuttle and fighters in an ambush position, I followed Rattrap towards the enemy soldiers. "So, could you relay the plan again?", I asked.

 

Chuckling slightly Rattrap replyed, "Talking these folks into lettin' the civilians go. Keep your trigger finger ready, but let your brian guide it not your gut. don't wanta nix our slim chances."

 

"Sure." I kept my SMG handy, but approached the Khaulens and began to negiotiate with Rattrap. After we listed some options, the soldiers discussed it in a foreign language. Then they shook their heads. "I don't think this is working, Ghost", I said.