Chicken Trouble (OPEN)

[tento125]

(OOC: The thread will be open for everyone wanting to join. You can either join in as a member of the Sister hood, mercenaries under contract by the SDF, or as SDF military personnel. Have fun all!)


SDF Lieutenant Commander Somsak "Rem" Chaiprasit
SDF Listening post/research center "Alpha 4"
Unnamed system
May 17th 2572

"Morning sir" was the response from everyone the bored Saensuk officer received whenever he passed by someone for the past 4 years as he walked towards the station's command center. For 4 years he followed the usually boring routine of walking to and from the command center and trying to pick up faint transmissions and sending slipspace probes to make sure the coast was clear. It was a boring and uneventful job, but an important one. If anything or anyone wanted to attack Saensuk, Ram and his station would be one of the first to know and send out a warning. Thankfully, he hadn't have to yet, and he prayed that he doesn't have to.

Just 4 more months he reconciled to himself as he stepped into the small command center. Crisp salutes from his junior officers immediately followed, to which he lazily returned before sitting down at his command station.

"Status report" he ordered before sighing in boredom and taking a sip of coffee from a mug he always ordered to be present before he came in.

"Supply ship came in and dropped off our monthly supplies before jumping back 5 hours ago sir" one of the Lieutenants reported. His voice was crisp and enthusiastic. Probably fresh out of the academy Rem thought to himself before the other officers reported in about reactor levels, maintenance progress, weapon systems, probe status, and a list of countless other items on the status check list. From what he heard, all was well as usual.

"Alright, you all know what to do, no need for me to give the order. Just do it" Rem ordered as his mind drifted off to what he could be doing if he wasn't posted at his current position. He could be commanding his own Hanuman class light frigate and actively helping keeping Saensuk citizens and property safe from piracy raids, or any other posting for that matter. Needless to say, he was bored to death. He almost wished that someone would jump out from slipspace with hostile intentions. Key word there being almost.

Having 4 unknown ships suddenly exiting slip space and instantly swarming the station with fighter craft was NOT what Rem wanted. The nimble fighters were too fast and too many for the station's meager point defense guns to keep up. It only took 30 seconds for both auto cannons that the station has to be knocked out, paving the way for the real threat.

Rem watched the security cameras in horror as multiple drop ships landed in the station's main hanger bay and deployed numerous Jackals before the hostile aliens slaughtered everyone in their way.

"S......Sound the alarm!" Rem finally blurted out. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. What was left of the station security frantically rushed out to the hanger bay to attempt to repel the invaders. Their efforts were proved futile as the alien chickens mercilessly mowed them down with plasma and bullets, with minimal casualties on their own. It didn't take them long to move deeper into the station.

"S.....Send out SOS" he ordered, his voice audibly shaking "C....Code ph......phrase Broken Sword"

To his surprise, his communication officer didn't even hesitate as he typed in the proper codes in order to send the one way encrypted message back to Saensuk. It will take 2 hours to reach the planet and possibly 2 days for high command to send out a quick reaction force. There was simply no way that Rem and his fellow subordinates can survive that long in the station. He was forced to admit that the station has a new owner now, even though it would be a short lived ownership.

A few seconds later the doors to the command center burst open and plasma bolts and bullets flew back and forth. The firefight lasted only a split second as all remaining SDF personnel lay dead on the deck, blood all over. Rem felt his life force slowly fading away as he closed his eyes and embraced the darkness.

[Faclan]

Reil Ton - Sisterhood Splinter Queen
Human base...thing
Well that's disappointing.

Striding into the apparent main room of this installation Reil was so far extremely disappointed. Her two favorite Prows flanking her and darting their heads around as they swung their plasma rifles, eager for blood. But there was no more to be had here. For a base there sure were like no Humans around here besides the most basic of skeleton crew that the normal crewmen had just walked over them.

Looking down at the pretty much dead apparent Commander at her feet she crouched down and reached up to flip her gold (naturally) face plate up on its hinges around the back of her head. Looking the almost dead guy in the eye before shaking her head. "Disappointing you know? I mean I should never expect anything from Males and even less from your flat face stupidity but barely any fight." Flipping the face plate back down she shook her head and moved over to some of the consoles. "Worthless."

And now it was time to look over the haul of this place. Reil liked to think she had a magic touch with computers and knew a bit of Human English. But the keys on this computer was in an entirely different script than anything she had seen before. Fantastic. Glancing up at her Prows and crewmen as they milled about she snapped her fingers and her 'personal assistant' quickly darted over to her.

"Yes Mistress?" The small Ruuthian quickly asked as he bowed his head to the T'vaoan Captain.

"Take out your PP and take a picture of this console, send it up to the ships and see if any of them can parse what language this is."

"Right away Mistress!" Quickly snapping to it Reil left him too it as she headed off to explore her new base. Wouldn't really fit the four small crews she had here but it could serve as a planning location and Nest for herself. Perhaps their slash and burn policy when it came to hostages may need a bit of an update on unknown Flat Face places if these new squiggels were going to become common. She also would need to wind her Prows down soon. Got them juiced up for nothing and that stuff didn't grow on trees anymore since her split. Everything was coming up disappointing!

[Llau]

Tek – Sisterhood Slave and Technological Genius
Waiting in the Sisterhood Ship's Cell


A young T'vaoan slave, clothed in a mixture of Kig-Yar and Human clothing, sat quietly in the middle of his small cell, staring toward the door. He waited patiently for someone to get him. It has become the Sisterhood's Splinter Queen's habit to leave him up here in one of her ships before sending someone up here to get him. It was somewhat of a growing annoyance, but it wasn't like he could complain to anyone about that. These Sisterhood murdering, slavers weren't too keen on talking to the likes of him, or never in the mood to listen to grievances from the males. Then again, he considered himself luckier than the majority of the male Kig-Yar who are here. He's been really thankful for his advanced tech skills he had learned from his parents before being captured and sold into slavery by the Sisterhood. He wasn't a master, like both of his parents were, but he was still able to continue learning every day. Must have been a small perk for being the queen's main tech now.

He sighed, shoulders slumping as he longed for the days he was still with his parents, brother, sister, and the rest of his clan. A clan name he was forced to give up, after the Sisterhood stripped him of many things when they captured him. They may have stripped him of his identity of who he once was, but he still remembered where he came from. Hul. One day, he will be Tek Hul again. He just didn't know when, or even how, he'll be able to leave this hell. If he was able to, he hoped to be able to shoot the evil Mistress between her eyes.

He blinked and quickly looked up when he heard a guard enter, holding a PP in her hand. “Tek,” the guard barked, “The Captain wants you to come down to that human base and hack into the consoles to figure out what kind of script they found, as it isn't the usual one we are used to seeing of the human language.”

Tek nodded, getting up without much of a fuss when the guard ordered him to get to his feet, and then stood still while the guard cuffed restraints around his wrists and ankles. She then forced him out with a rough push against his back. He stumbled out of his cell, but kept his balance, and dared not to glare back at her; mostly since he knew he would glare in defiance, and would be beaten before being dragged down to the base. He learned his lesson from the last time he did it. Eventually, he was forced into a transport ship, and then minutes later, he was taken into the human's base, and stood, awaiting his orders from the T'vaoan Captain in front of him as the guard who escorted him out of his cell, stood closely, gripping hard at his arm.

"Mistress," said the guard, "As ordered." 

[tento125]

SDF Rear Admiral Chanachon "Nam" Boonphakdee
SDF High Command
Saensuk
May 17th 2572
B....but...... I was on leave!

The sounds of footsteps echoed throughout the military complex which housed all the military leaders of the Saensuk Defense Force as the recently minted Admiral "Nam" walked angrily to the conference room. There better be a damn good reason for this he mused to himself. He was on his private beach, spending much needed time with his wife and 2 daughters when he received an emergency roll call, calling for all high level military commanders to convene at high command. Saying that Nam was irritated was an understatement. Ever since he had resigned his UNSC commission almost 20 years ago, he had been working almost non-stop helping the SDF develop its navy, leaving little time for family. So when he finally got permission from the high council granting him to go on a 5 week leave, Nam was over joyed. That was merely 2 days ago

Nam grumpily entered the conference room, not even bothering to check in with the security guards. He glanced around the room to find several officers from all branches of the SDF military, that was to be expected. What he didn't expect were the 2 Kig-Yars sitting at the far side of the table as well. That's a first Nam mused to himself as he tried to recall the last time non-humans had entered the complex, let alone the conference room, he came up empty. 

Before he could dwell on his thoughts any further, Major General "Ben" Somkawin stood up and addressed the room as Nam quickly found a seat and sat down. "Thank you all for coming in such a short notice" the general started. "Apologies for all those who were on leave and were suddenly called back to serve and defend our planet" nods of agreements were seen through out the room. Everyone was ready to serve and protect Saensuk and her citizens, whatever the cost. 

"Before we move on," the general continued "Let me introduce our alien friends who are currently working with our intelligence department. Needless to say, they have vastly improved our intelligence capabilities" to which chuckles can be heard throughout the room. It is very well known within the SDF military that Saensuk's intelligence agency is not quite up to par, with several pieces of information missing or out right wrong as demonstrated several times in the field. If it were up to Nam he would have scrapped the department and started over but sadly, it wasn't up to him. 

"Dak Eox and Tek Sha" the general introduced the 2 aliens who nodded their beaks in acknowledgement when they heard their names being mentioned. "Now we can finally get to business"

"Exactly 3 hours ago, a message was received from listening post Alpha 4. Code phrase Broken Sword" the general finished, letting that little information sink in to all those present. NOW Nam knew what the emergency meeting was about. Listening post alpha 4 was one of the various orbital structures re purposed by the SDF for use as listening posts in near by star systems. What made Alpha 4 so important though was the fact that it was the closest to Saensuk, and for some reason the higher ups decided that it didn't warrant additional security. That'll teach em.

"Thus the high council has issued an order to send a quick response force within 60 hours to attempt to reinforce the station." the general continued on. "However, with the SOS being encoded as Broken Sword we shall operate under the worst case scenario assumption." Nam instantly knew what the General meant. Broken Sword is the code phrase used to indicate that a unit has been completely overrun and will be annihilated if they didn't receive reinforcements ASAP. Thus, it is safe to assume that Alpha 4 has been completely taken over by whoever attacked it.

"If there are no questions, then I will mention our feathered friends forward to present their opinions on this attack" the general finally finished before motioning the 2 chickens forward and sitting down.

"Thank you general," the chicken called Dak Eox started in complete and understandable English, "before we start, I would like to say that intel has been hard to come by, thanks to the little time allotted to us." the chicken said with a hint of annoyance in its voice. "However, we do have a generally good idea on who was responsible for this attack"

"We believe that the ones responsible are from a galaxy wide kig-yar organization calling themselves The Spice Sisterhood" to which a murmur of realization swept throughout the room. Everyone present has heard about the Sisterhood in some capacity. Drug dealers, smugglers, and slavers are what they are most known for, something that every Saensuk citizens despise of. Plans have been made to seek out and dismantle the organization piece by piece, but the sheer size of the syndicate made it almost impossible for the SDF to under take alone. Thus for now, the SDF are forced to leave the Sisterhood be until they have the resources to conduct such operations.

"Does this mean are we finally going to engage in open combat with these bastards?" a young Navy captain asked what everyone had in mind.

"That decision is beyond our pay" the other jackal named Tek Sha replied, emphasizing the fact that they are just hired hands. "besides, we are not a hundred percent sure that these is in fact THE sister hood you humans have longed to fight against" Tek finished, raising questions in everyone's mind.

"What do you mean by that?" Nam asked

"A few months ago, we got a tip from our informants that a splinter group has formed within the organization." Dak replied. Okay, this is news..... "We are quite unsure how big this splinter cell is, or how long they have been split from the main branch. There is a possibility, quite large actually, that this attack is by them."

Before anyone can say anything, General Somkawin stood up again and ushered the two jackals back to their seat. Looks of annoyance (or what seems to be annoyance) radiated from their bodies, but they complied and sat back down.

"Thank you for your time" the General said, nodding to the two chickens, to which they hesitantly returned the gesture. "Now let us discuss our upcoming operation......"

"Sir permission to lead the battlegroup" Nam suddenly interjected, standing up. Although he was irked at the sudden recall. Truth be told, he doesn't mind eliminating threats.

The General stood there for a few moments, deep in thought. "I don't see that as a problem. You're combat record is extraordinary so I'll pass it up." he said before he continued. "Now with that out of way, the ground contingent.........."

[Faclan]

(I hope the timeskip is ok tento125 I also think you said space station but if its not just let me know.)

Reil Ton - Sisterhood Splinter Queen
Human base...thing
Damn this place.

[Two Days latah]

The Tech Slaves, or Slaves to Technology as Reil loved to call them, had been making progress. And that was the best that could be said about what was happening. It was apparently another Human language, why do they need more than just one!? The slaves had been given the normal beatings to make them keep working of course. The little space station had been turned over, twice, and had only had the most basic of supplies and weapons here. If it were not for its prime location and it being a spaceport it would be worthless like the Flat Faces. This would be a fine prime base for her new Empire. They could even turn it into a refit and refuel stop - which would also let her stockpile all the loot her crews were going to get.

Speaking of the crews the two still in their ships were mostly just lounging around now enjoying some peace and quiet. While her crew and ship were docked and spread throughout the space station. Staking out their personal claim if they were officers and otherwise working on setting up defenses, trading points, and relaxing spots . All places befitting a Sisterhood stronghold.

Reil currently sat in her self appointed Royal Queen quarters with her partner sat opposite her. The room already having a bed set up in there with drapes and everything and two crewmen standing guard outside the room. It sucked that the Prows had to be currently sleep drugged in a room. Only enough in her stores to juice them one last time and needed to make it a good one. She should really send one of her ships out to gather materials to make more chemicals. Can't be a drug empire without drugs! Although that situation maaaay be averted soon. On the second day her crew had managed to find a small lab behind one of the doors. She hadn't paid much attention to know if they had hacked through the console or hacked through the door since she was too busy listening to the knowledge of a chemical lab. That language was all over again but she had some chemists down there doing some tests on the things found down there to see if they could be useful. On the whole though it had seemed like it was agricultural items. But hey never know - thats why you run rests to be sure.

But the two females currently eating the nicely smoked and spice Human that used to run this place, the two of them sharing the eyes together to have a nice little moment between themselves - how cute.

[tento125]

SDF Rear Admiral "Nam" Chanachon Boonphakdee
SDF Naresuan
May 19th 2572
Unnamed system
Enroute to "Alpha 4"
Damn chickens........
Tags: Faclan

"Sir, we're going to exit slip space in 3 minutes" the operations officer reported as the now middle aged rear admiral walked in, coffee mug in hand.

"Thank you lieutenant keep up the good work" Nam replied simply as he sat down in his command chair before bringing up his tac-pad and looking over his mission.

It had taken him 6 hours to go through the necessary paper work for him to manage to scrounge up the amount of ships he have under his command: 4 converted corvettes, 3 newly built Hanuman class light frigates, 2 brand new Aquarius class escort carriers and Nam's own personal flag ship in the form of a former UNSC Halberd class destroyer. He also had to wait for 2 whole days for the ships he requested to be assembled before he could set off for Alpha-4. In addition to the ships, the brass also dispatched a 600 men strong army battalion aboard the escort carriers for use to recapture the station.

He smiled at how far the SDF has come. From a fledgling independent government, struggling to survive the chaos following the conclusion of the Human-Covenant war and the collapse of the Covenant, to a well established regional power house with extensive diplomatic ties and a strong military to support its claims. Boy, are the Sisterhoods going to be surprised.

Nam has heard a lot about the Spice Sisterhood, and his ultimate dream is to see the entire organization dismantled and collapse. Such organizations should not have taken roots in the first place but somehow, the Sisterhood prevailed the law, so Nam has made it a personal goal to get the SDF to be in a position to finally be able to under take such a massive and important role.

Nam was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts as his operations officer reported that they have reached the system where Alpha-4 was located. All 11 ships have reported in, they all made it. 

"All ships!" he barked, prompting the communications officer to quickly relay the message, "Standard Delta formation! Carriers, launch fighters! Screen for our big ships! Everyone else, protect them. We need to get close to the station so the army boys can retake it!"

A few seconds later the 4 converted corvettes sped ahead of the formation, their extensive flak coverage ready to protect the main fleet from hostile fighters. The 2 escort carriers have launched their compliment of broadsword fighters, 36 fighters ready to destroy any craft that managed to slip through the corvettes' anti fighter screens.

While this was all happening, the 3 Hanuman light frigates positioned themselves between the carriers and the corvettes, providing an extra layer of anti fighter fire as well as being screened themselves by friendly fighters and the corvettes' anti fighter screen, while at the same time can provide the fleet heavy guns in the form of the Onager MAC cannons they have installed. The Naresuan moved in to the front and center of the formation, just short of the 2 corvettes in front. Its armor being the thickest and its guns the heaviest hitter, so it should be able to deal (and hopefully absorb) the most damage. 

Satisfied with the fleet formation and looking out to the station to see 4 ships which Nam immediately recognized as Sisterhood ships, he gave the order "All ships, ahead speed, attack!"

As one, the 11 ships of the SDF response fleet surged forward, 5 MAC cannons (3 on the frigates and 2 on the destroyer) fired as they got within range, careful not to hit the station itself.

[Faclan]

Space thingies

The three ships of the splinter faction would just be chilling out around the space station as the day progressed. The largest one currently docked as the other two held position a bit ways off mostly just taking this as a mini leave time since the station was pretty full as it was and the big ship was taking up most of the ways to get on.

As such they didn't fully notice when all the ships ported in and started to head their way. But they sure did notice when they were fired upon. The Captains of each vessel, dropping their hookah pipes and female/male they were holding, spluttering out one of the most common Sisterhood orders.

Flee.

As such the Saensuk ships would see the two smaller vessels list from the impacts. Damaged but not destroyed, before they turned to point away from them, and then slip spaced out.

Well two down I guess?

Reil Ton - Sisterhood Splinter Queen
Human base...thing
*insane chicken noises*

Everything quickly went from nice and relaxing to rage and cursing when the Human ships arrived. The big canons had chased away her former allies, she would boil them all, and then once reloaded at put sizable holes in her personal ship! Damn all those flat faces to hell! Her partner had fled the room when the impacts were heard outside so sink her too!

The station Kigs were quickly gearing up to defend their lives but those not right near officers or Reil herself were exchanging glances and hushed words about how fucked they were. Eleven ships bearing down on them and them with no way out. Some of these potential turncoats near a certain Tech Slave before they quieted down as Reils voice screeched over the stations intercom. Her vessel starting to fall away from the station from the continued abuse as she spoke.

"Tech Slaves! Find this stations self destruct! No-one takes things from me! Murder them all!"

Was about the only understandable parts of her screaming before the intercom was shut off. A certain Tech Slave not really seeing a big red button to set a fancy blow up timer. But he did see a communication console next to him that he had mostly managed to decipher. And had a few scared for their lives soldiers around him. And likely knew where the Prows were being kept...

[Llau]

Tek – Sisterhood Slave and Technological Genius
Human base
Initiating A Plan...Probably A Stupid One, but It's A Plan.

He winced and cringed as Reil screamed into the intercom on what he and the other Tech Slaves had to do. Once she stopped screaming like a lunatic and shut off the intercom - thankfully - He stood around nervously, clasping his hands together as he glanced around the room at the others. He didn't want to die, and he knew the others didn't either, and perhaps some of the possible turncoats who stood nearby felt the same as well. Knowing the Sisterhood Splinter Queen, she would much rather escape and let everyone else die by these humans. He quietly chirped, thinking quickly now as he stared down at the communication console. He brought up the keyboard again, and began typing away carefully at the letters on the console; typing in the mostly translated human English language to whoever was on the Human ships that were here.

<<I Tek. Er...sorry. Not familiar with your language. Hope understand. Slave to nasty Captain. Help you. Help us free?>>

He sighed. It was the best he could do, as he didn't have any more time to completely decipher the strange language. 'Hope this works,' he quietly thought to himself as he pressed on a button to send the message to all the Human ships.

Glancing over at the three soldiers, he asked, "She'll sooner leave us all, including you three, if she had the chance to. Do you want to survive this as much as I do?"

[tento125]

SDF Rear Admiral Chanachon "Nam" Boonphakdee
SDF Naresuan 
May 19 2572
Unnamed System
Near "Alpha-4"
Uhhhhhhh.................
Tags: Llau Faclan

"Sir, chicken ships are heavily damaged" the operations Lieutenant reported "Scanners indicate extensive damage"

"Good" Nam replied "Close in for the kill. Get us within archer range"

Both the communications and navigation officers acknowledged his order and began tapping their respective consoles. 

"Battlespace is clear of enemy fighters admiral," the operations Lieutenant called out again "we have complete space superiority"

"Thank you Lieutenant, tell our fighters to engage their capital ships. We can't let them get away" Nam quickly ordered. He couldn't afford to risk the alien ships escaping and coming back with even more reinforcements.

"Too late sir" the ops officer retorted as two portals appeared in front of the enemy ships shortly before two of them jumped away into slipspace. "Two hostiles escaped sir"

"Damn it!" Nam cursed out loud, slamming his fist on his arm rests. "Status on the big one?"

"Extensive damage sir. We must have punctured her right through the reactor or otherwise she would've jumped with the rest."

"Good observation Lieutenant. Get me another MAC salvo on that ship followed shortly after by an archer barrage."

His bridge officers nodded in acknowledgement before carrying out his orders. 

This is too easy Nam thought to himself, as the SDF ships charged up their MACs readying for the final kill on what is supposedly the Sisterhood's flag ship.

"SIR!" the communications officer suddenly shouted out loud, startling everyone on board the bridge, "incoming hail from Alpha-4 sir. Patching through to your station now sir"

To say Nam was surprised was an understatement. He practically jolted up from the command chair and grabbed his personal Tac-pad and read the incoming message.

At first, Nam hoped it was survivors reaching out to friendly forces, but reality was even more surprising: it was from one of the chickens on board..........and the message was in (broken) Thai.

Nam read through the message 4 times, just to believe what he had just read before he made a decision.

"Belay previous order" he said, his voice devoid of emotion "Get our troops in that ship. Reason to believe a high ranking Sisterhood officer on board. Capture it alive"

Everyone on the bridge just stared at their commanding officer for a while. A high ranking Sisterhood officer? That would go a long ways in the planned campaign to dismantle the organization. The intelligence gained would be invaluable. Chances like this don't come everyday.

A few split seconds later, the bridge crew was in a blur of activity again. Officers rushed to relay the new found intelligence to the rest of the fleet. Outside, at least a dozen phantoms and pelicans made it towards the remaining Sisterhood ship and Alpha-4. Nam himself simply sit down and began typing a reply message to this...... Tek, this time in English.

<< Admiral Nam of the Saensuk Defense Force. Request accepted. Will help. Soldiers on the way. Tell anyone you can to give up and surrender. I promise that they will not be hurt >>

[Faclan]

(Good to see the Saensuk intel department as good as ever :> )

Moar Space thingies

It would soon become apparent to the Hooman ships that the 'capital ship' of this Sisterhood group wasn't going to be doing much. It wasn't spontaneously combusting or exploding but it was almost belly up at this point and seemed to be venting a good bit of atmosphere. There was still some slight movement but scans would reveal that the weapons had been powered down.

Was it trying to surrender or had power just been directed elsewhere? Hard to tell as the ship slowly floated away from the station itself. Leaving all the docking clamps and small hangers it had been using before open.


Traitorous smart people things

The three crewmen next to Tek looked from each other back to Tek - all males. They seemed to carefully consider what was happening before one of them shook his head and started to draw his pistol. "Trait-" was as far as he got before he would briefly find a knife in his throat from the Kig on his left. The two still living nodding as they lowered the gurgling body to the floor and retrieved his weapons. A plasma pistol and Kig-Yar B-R4 being handed and tossed to Tek as the two dragged the body behind the console Tek had just used in case someone came by. I mean its not like they would see the purple blood on the floor.

"Yes, survival is good."

"Shes always been insane, this is too much."

"This was supposed to be easy..." The two would mutter amongst themselves before they both shut up, maybe with some help, and looked at Tek. "Whats the plan?" There was probably a datapad that Tek could take to continue the communication as he moved and hid.


Reil Ton - Sisterhood Splinter Queen
Human base...thing
ARRRRGH.

With the orders sent out Reil would expect results soon as she grabbed her garishly painted Human assault rifle, complete with two Human vertebra hanging from it, and moved toward the windows. Her ship was still functional...good. But it looked damaged. Quickly slipping on her gold helmet and grabbing her bandolier of ammo with her axe on it she attempted to radio the ship. But only static.

No matter, her first mate wouldn't leave her, they had been through thick and thin together. She however needed to organize the defenses. It needed to look like the Humans would have to really fight to defend this place. It needed to look like there would be a bloodbath. And there would be - which would be the perfect time to flee.

So sprinting out of the room crewmen were soon following her as she shouted out places to set up and hold. She would need to get her Prows going soon, but had to get the basics set up first. Sunk Humans and their stupid ships!

(Should Reil meet an untimely end I'll probably take control of a Prow for later :>)

[tento125]

SDF Colonel Chatchai Buabaisri
In pelican, nearing chicken “mothership”
Unnamed system
May 19th 2572
Into the belly of a wounded beast.
Tags: Faclan

A single former UNSC pelican silently made its way towards the very badly damaged Kig-Yar ship, who is now venting atmosphere like crazy. The pilot skillfully maneuvered the old bird alongside the wounded enemy ship, carefully avoiding sensor detection and making sure it wouldn’t shoot him down. A few minutes later, he took the bird in for a smooth landing before flicking a switch on the console in front of him, causing the rear end of the drop ship to go suddenly dark before red lights came on. He waited momentarily for the atmosphere in the rear end to vent out, before flicking the switch again, changing the light in the passenger compartment to green and lowering the rear ramp.

20 SDF commandos clad in their newly upgraded Mark IV combat suit slowly floated out from the craft. No atmosphere can be detected but the fact didn’t surprise nor worry the commander of this certain operation, Colonel Chatchai Buabaisri. With all the atmosphere that the chicken ship is now venting, it would be a miracle that any corridors would contain any air at all. Yet, it was in these conditions that the combat suit was designed for: zero-g and vacuum environment. Each suit contains 45 minutes worth of air, with refillable tanks. They also contain micro thrusters that when utilized, will shoot out minute amounts of air directly from the suit’s air supply, highly effective when you want to move around. The suit also have an integrated heads up display which allows the user to plot simple navigational courses and keep track of the suit’s air supply, a small flashing icon appearing when there is less than 5 minutes of air left.

After a few moments of struggling to orientate himself, Chatchai rounded up his men before giving out orders. “Team 1, you’re with me to the bridge, see if our target is there. If not, we’ll see if we can get artificial gravity back on. Team 2 go to the reactor. Make sure the chickens don’t self destruct it”

Nods of acknowledgement followed as the commandos dispersed into their respective squads and headed out further into the ship.

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SDF Lieutenant Somsak “Cherd” Verumaj
In pelican, nearing “Alpha-4”
Unnamed system
May 19th 2572
Stepping stones…..
Tags: Faclan

Lieutenant Somsak sat nervously as the SDF dropships, 5 in total, made their way to the station. It is his very first combat command and he is praying to lord Buddha that he won’t screw up. Nevertheless, he felt nervous as he felt the pelican he was on slowed down, before the craft vibrated, indicating that the pilot sprayed the hanger deck with the pelican’s chin mounted machine gun. Soon after, the rear ramp opened up, revealing the hanger deck of the station.

Somsak rushed forward with his platoon, using the pelican’s mass as cover as he took down a chicken with his assault rifle. But he was forced to duck behind the pelican again as another chicken suppressed him with some blue plasma fire.

The offending chicken didn’t last long after that though as its chest got blown apart by a DMR wielding SDF soldier. The Lieutenant nodded in thanks before he rushed out and took cover behind some crates.

He took this time of respite to survey the battlefield. The defending chickens, despite being outnumbered 3-1 by the Saensuk soldiers, put up a vaillant defense of their newly claimed asset. In the short time they possessed the station, they had managed to erect many barricades, considerably slowing down the progress of the SDF soldiers. The pelicans, while their supporting fire from their chin mounted autocannons were indeed helping to clear our these barricades wherever possible, don’t have the maneuverability to reach all of them. Thus, the soldiers would have to do it the old fashioned way.

Somsak quickly trained his sights on the nearest chicken barricade, they had managed to wedge it in between 2 supporting pylons, out of sight from the Pelicans. He pulled the trigger, sending bursts of lead projectiles to his enemies. However, the enemy managed to duck down before their heads get blown off.

This played directly into the Lieutenant’s hand, by not shooting at him, the chickens opened up an opportunity for him to commence his next phase of his plan. He drew a frag grenade, and lobbing over the chicken’s barricade. Squawks of terror can be heard before a large explosion, a split second later, the entire barricades was blown to smithereens.

The Lieutenant then waved his men forward, trying to push the enemy back. Yet, the chickens showed no sign of relenting, fighting for every inch of hanger space, casualties on both sides rapidly mounting. On one such section, the SDF commander decided to order his men into a mad rush at the enemy positions, it worked, and now vicious hand-to-hand combat now ensued.

Despite the casualties, the Lieutenant pushed on, slowly but surely retaking the hanger bay. However, inexplicably, the chickens decided that enough was enough and were retreating out of the hanger bay deeper inside the station.

Somsak groaned in frustration. With the chickens deciding to run instead of standing their ground, they can play cat and mouse with the SDF soldiers, forcing them to split up into several smaller groups of chickens, ripe for an ambush. He sighed as he waited for the word to move in deeper into the station.

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SDF Rear Admiral Chanachon “Nam” Boonphakdee
SDF Naresuan, Near "Alpha 4"
Unnamed system
May 19th 2572
Sigh…….
Tags: Faclan  Llau

The young admiral stared intently at the tactical display screen. The SDF navy had absolutely dominated the space around the station, yet, retaking the station itself is proving difficult. The first set of casualty reports had just came in. Despite having almost every single advantage over the chickens, the SDF army soldiers still suffered up to 24 casualties, not a good ratio.

Reports became more worrisome to the admiral as he got word that they had retreated from the main hangar bay. THAT is not good. The SDF soldiers would be hard pressed to enter the corridors of the station, allowing the defenders to be able to play hide-and-kill with the soldiers, casualties would mount up and soon.

On the bright side, he received reports that commandos have successfully boarded the remaining enemy ship and is now moving to capture the captain. If the captain had somehow managed to abandon ship beforehand, then it still wouldn’t be a complete loss, the intel retrieved from the data banks of the ship would prove just as valuable.

Nam mused about what to do next after this mission is over to himself. This would be the first step in eradicating the Spice Sisterhood from the face of the galaxy. More battles would have to be fought, but Nam is confident that the SDF would rise up to the challenge.

As more dropships made their way to the station, bringing in much needed supplies and reinforcements to the soldiers who just took the hanger, Nam simply sat back down at his command chair and sent a message to the friendly chicken still inside. “Hanger bay secured. Soldiers swarming the station. Code phrase is “The King shall lead”. Say it when you see soldiers to not get killed. Round up loyal officers if you can. Will be rewarded greatly.”

Once done, Nam simply send a memo to all forces to not shoot any chicken saying the ad-hoc code phrase he just randomly came up with. Hopefully no one kills him yet Nam thought to himself before taking a sip of coffee and admiring the action taking outside of his ship.

(OOC: Yeeesh, sorry for not posting anything lately guys, real life and my fanfiction is getting in the way. I'll try to manage my time more to this site from now on.)

[Faclan]

Blood Star - Damaged belly up vessel.
With the interior bathed in red emergency light navigation would be a big tricky. Made even harder by the occasional Kig-Yar body floating in the hallways, dead by exposure. Not a pretty sight with their exposed skin and beaks turned a dull sickly blue. As the marines moved down the hallways toward the marked bridge they would see the occasional closet or side room locked tight, and through windows they would see Kigs still moving around inside them. Trying to get gear on so they could survive in the low atmosphere. It would be up to the marines if they decided if the chickens were just trying to live or were trying to gear up to fight them - and if they opened the doors to suck the Kigs into the deathly no atmosphere hallways. The current bridge crew trying to get some kind of control over the vessel and clamp off systems - to save themselves or kill the humans who knew. But with all the buttons upside down and the consoles turning off and on it was taking awhile. But the marines would have no direct confrontations in their immediate front as they moved. Just the choices they faced.

Station Proper
The current Underboss had been trying to scream for the retreat from the hanger bay once he saw the chainguns start to spin up but only after losses did the forces finally fall back. And it seemed like the Humans were waiting to approach. So she quickly radioed for the group to enact Plan Kobold. The remaining Kigs start to shoot up and damage the floor and walls while others moved forward. Pulling out TnT's and other explosives as they started to rig traps. As many traps as they carried and could set up before the Humans started to advance forward again. The damaged floor hopefully disguising the traps and also just in general slowing the Humans down. But the stinging defenders had a moment of hooting celebration when they were informed that the Prow Cell was being warmed up. Soon the Humans would enter a world of pain.

(Hopefully a good amount of wriggle room tento125 )