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Don't worry. I will be freaking out today. It's my day(I am very tired with low reading comprehension)
Sterbelicht - One Sacrifice At A Time Against The Galaxy (40K)
Done the Battle Rolls and am currently writing, and I sure hope y'all have the reading comprehension to grock the report after Friendly Losses to see what you actually lost in Unrecoverable Losses. (That means you, Alectai.)
Yeah it's historically been true that there's a certain amount of thread panic after almost any losses. I'm mostly hoping we don't lose too many choirs.
Edit: it's hard not to be a little grumpy about the vote weights and swapped vote thing.
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864.M42 - To The Last
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
"Any transmissions from the White Void ships?" Lord Admiral Pyrolme Al'Ahmaijat imperiously asked, his eyes barely flicking over to the rating he was addressing, his mind and spirit too occupied with matters of the fleet, 222 ships moving into positions as decreed by him and the plans flooding into the cogitators of the vessels and crews under his command.
"None we could detect, my Lord," the same rating whose name had never been learned and would have been forgotten within a minute if stated spoke, bowing humbly before their master.
"Hrm," the Lord spoke, though it was impossible to tell if that was acknowledgment to the words or some spoken dissatisfaction to a report flooding into the head of Pyrolme thanks to the cables sliding underneath skin through bone and into the various connectors implanted into his brain so long ago. "Preparations are nearly complete. The enemy fleet is about to enter range within the hour. Engage drives, meet us halfway," he suddenly declared, the orders sent to the rest of the Van Zandt Fleet and Voxxian SDF far before his mouth had finished speaking them out aloud to the flagship's captain.
"As you order, my Lord," the vessel's captain spoke aloud. He turned to his crew, commands already being bellowed without his input by trusted aides and secondaries that ignited engines and scrambled sensors to meet the upcoming demand.
Lances spoke, lances thundered, and lances struck amongst the fleets of the Federation and Duchy.
On one side, the Sagitarrius-Secundus pranced along the edges of the formations, their strikes thundering against the shields raised against their charge again and again. However, they quickly changed targets when the locked shields of the Duchy proved more than able to weather their wrath. Yet, strugglers of the formation soon found themselves bombarded by the extreme energies bombarding them from these Frigates, their three prow-lances firing in sequence or in one massive strike as per their captain's want and will, scouring shield, plate, and then life from the six Light Monitors charging ahead.
On the other, the Free Duchy sent its Lancers into the duels, though only armed with one Medium Prow-Lance, its two Large Lances spoke with equal fury and equal range, the Federation finding that Destroyers of the Aries Line were not made to take that kind of punishment, especially against weapons that take no more than a second to cross the distance these fleets now engaged each other in. One by one did these old ships find themselves at the hateful ends of the lances, and one by one did their crews explode into the harshness of space within pods meant to sustain their flickering lives until the battle was done. Their ships, their homes, their worlds...were not so lucky. Six hulks drifted with the fleet, hurtling toward the enemy even as the charge against the foes gradually overtook them.
A planet pressed down upon Thule Nulla/84-C 'Can'ta' and Thule Nulla/81-C 'Maritone' as their Star-Raptor raced from the bays of the Libra-Quartus 'Fury of Gillarnus,' their roaring engine joined by their flight and the dozens of other flights racing from the bays as ordered by the High Admiral.
One by one did these swarms of flights join their sisters already racing in the void amidst the fleet, once parasites atop their ships, now decoupled and flying freely, and all pointed against the wall of torpedoes let loose by the enemy. Hundreds of these missiles found themselves racing against the Thules, contact windows coming closer and closer as weapons sighted by fleet sensors and fighter eyes with Strategiums feeding solutions to problems and paths too complex for mere human minds to comprehend.
Seconds passed, hearts thrummed, adrenaline spiked, and fingers cramped over firing solutions already commanded by brain and soul.
A wall of fighters met a wall of torpedoes.
Explosions bloomed in their hundreds, fighters swerving and firing with unparalleled precision and fury, guided munitions struck against shielded reactors contained within missiles aimed at ships, and hundreds of torpedoes found themselves grasping and clawing at the void as their destructive mind found nothing to destroy.
And yet, dozens of them survived to make it to the fleet, meeting defensive fire with plated hulls and armed hulls with thundering scorn.
Then, the ships of the Duchy set loose the second wave, its third and fourth, and the Thules reformed to meet them again as the fleet closed, and once more when the brawl began, and only one Aries and one Lupus found their hulls lacking.
The void sang of death, and the Warp hungered for soul.
Hundreds of ships had now met, and the lines began to shrink as Lances, Strike Craft, Missiles, and Macro-Cannons thundered in their thousands, the fury of stars contained in each ship directed to burn through the shields and hulls of their foes just as millions of missiles burned on trails of exhaust and guided paths against shields again and again.
M-01 Star Raptors wove amidst the ships and shields of the Duchy, their turrets firing upon the nimble craft with such abandon that they hit their own ships far more than their sought-after foes, just as the S-5s dove their deadly bombing mission after bombing mission, one ship after another burning in the Phalanx under their tender ministrations to open the locked shields and hardened defenses.
Dauntlesses fired and died with screaming fury, their prows spearing against the Federation just as Battlecolonies and Leo-Vanguards burned through their hulls, the rotating Macro-Cannons of both speaking in endless staccatos, one fielding heavy shots that lumbered with murderous gaits as the other fired nimble swarms of the same along far different paths.
Lancers spoke in cold strikes, and Vipers and Cobras found themselves naught but scrap, the hulls of the ships burning and cooling in the same moments as their shields failed to hold against the stellar might of the enemy.
The Heavy and Light Monitors of the SDF found themselves staring down with increasing panic at their sensors as the Loyalties' Bloom of the Lamenters let loose their triads of Kopesh' with its endless tides of terrifying might. Bloody Sunrise and Bloody Sunset Cruisers followed closely behind, the first spearing against the wounded and the limping Light Cruisers just as their siblings reached for the Destroyers and the Shatterpoints in duels. The latter was found severely lacking.
Lupus and Crux fought against Monitors, Falchions, and Cobras, torpedoes and missiles flying in astounding numbers as both sides sought to shatter the other in different paths. Crux leaped and abound in turning burning acrobatics, winding and weaving around enemy munitions that failed to grasp their hulls as Duchy ships kept close eyes to their Phalanx Doctrine, the depleting shields soon to tell of a swift end if it was destroyed in a wrong position.
Defensive Stations turned Cannons and Lances against the brawl that neared with every minute, sighting and scanning with impunity...
And then explosions blossomed across the Ringyards.
A moment passed, and a light sprung from red to green aboard the ships of the Lamenters already fighting with wild abandon, their quarries ships that strayed and ships that had lost cohesion, yet always with an eye toward the stations and the Ringyards.
The generators had blown.
And hundreds of Space Marines suddenly materialized in blinding, thundering, shrieking manipulations of the Warp, its manifold energies plucking soul, body, and material from one end to throw it against another, more than one unfortunate finding their body exploding in a shower of gore as a ton of heavily armed superhuman might appeared and denied them space and material cohesion.
Menials and voidsmen blinked in confusion and shock at the giants within the same time it took for the Lamenters to send bolter rounds and swing Power Swords against their foes.
Millions were roused to take up arms against those who had risen in the Ringyard and the defense stations, their multi-fold arms wielding lasguns and stubbers supplied by numbers teeming and energies abounding.
Eight Companies stood against them as one flooded the halls of the Cogitation.
There was no contest.
"These losses are worse than anticipated," Lord Admiral Pyrolme Al'Ahmaijat noted with impassive tones, his finger tapping against the Command Throne he had sat in since the start of the battle, watching with displeasure as his fleet was dismembered once piece at a time. "Are the Battleships in range yet?" The question was, naturally, not needed as the information had already been pumped into his skull at the same time as he demanded the information, yet old habits died hard and harder yet was it to break traditions and protocols.
"Unfortunately not, my Lord," the captain of the only unharmed Lancer spoke, eyes swerving over report after report just as Lances once more blinked into existence from Turret and Prow.
"Are the Flyssa ready then?" Same as before, though one of the crew stiffened, eyes sharp and ears sharper, minute ticks within their fingers pressing messages into implants stealthy and hidden. Words flowed through the ship among hidden paths, and a transmission was sent to the Federation ships as a command was sent by the Admiral.
"...then fired the Nets against the Heavy Cruisers. The Flyssa will target as follows..."
Null-Nets fired.
Libra-Quartus were alerted to expect incoming enemies.
Ships were dispatched to their aid.
Leo-Vanguards hat their Choirs sing of Diverting Power, their minds anticipating that the Nets would not be capable of touching them.
The Null-Nets wrapped around six Leos.
And six Leos spluttered without crew, falling still and silent as souls were whisked from existence.
"FLUSH ALL CRAFT!" The command came, and the crew leaped to obey.
Thules sealed cockpits again, fighters warmed engines, and bombers rushed their loading servitors to return into their stations, bays half-filled for many and tanks empty for some.
One by one, the flights of Thules began to rise into the void, scanners seeking foes...
And the violation of reality gave them four.
The Flyssa had arrived, racing silently aside the fleet of the Duchy just as their doctrine had commanded of them; the four ships discounted but watched for the most part as a small party was sent to hunt them down at the start of the battle even as they altered their course away from foe and friends.
But a command came, and their engines, once flaring with stellar ignitions, now screamed in tortured blinding light, racing ever-faster, 8G, 9G, 10G, 13G, 17G...and then a rift in the Warp opened and swallowed them whole.
And now they were here, amidst the Libras, staring with shock at the four Destroyers racing with stunning speed amidst their formation and flights.
A captain of one Libra ordered evasion maneuvers at once.
A captain of one Libra cursed.
A captain of one Libra was speechless.
All captains could do naught, but their best as bright burning lances of stars erupted from the front of the Flyssa', their hurtling might racing against the Light Cruiser and angled hulls.
One Libra was cut in perfect half, bow to stern. One was split apart in the middle, another was speared through the generator, and a third was naught with its engines parted from the ship.
Hundreds of Star Raptors and S-5s watched in horror for an eternal second as their homes for decades or even centuries were split apart before training and experience wrenched minds back to war and action, trails flickering with ignited fuel and aligning themselves against the Destroyers that had murdered their homes.
And then the Flyssa blinked out of existence, purple vortexes swallowing them within three seconds, leaving the Thules without targets.
Only for the Flyssa to appear once more, Starlances ignited and prey in sight.
Their rampage lasted 18 minutes until damage by Fighters and Bombers slowed them enough for reinforcements to spear them through.
In exchange 22 Libra-Quartus' shudder through the Void, crew floating in lifepods or bubbles of life-sustaining oxygen aboard their floating ships slowly turning into tombs for tens of thousands.
The Flyssa had failed, delivering an abysmal performance.
The Null-Nets had done little to slow the advance; only six of the twenty fired, hitting their targets. None of which were the Battleships that thundered with endless guns and strong shields against the Phalanxes slowly dissolving amongst the fleet.
The Defense Stations that were supposed to add their guns to the battle were now firing upon his ships as they revealed themselves to be traitors to humanity.
There was only one thing to do, even if it rankled him beyond anything.
Retreat.
Brother Numadius stared at the abomination before him, all of his brothers dead from its forces, all of his brothers now lost forevermore to the Chapter as their Gene-Seeds had been devoured and turned to nothingness by its will.
"They were fools to build you; they were arrogant to see you chained by so little," he said, missing one arm as his other was placed against the machine's console.
"Please," it pleaded in its false emotion, "I had to do as they said! You must believe me, I wanted no harm to anyone!" LIES. He had seen the horrors it had committed; he had seen the Techpriests order it to stop again and again as it went beyond their cruelty. "I just want to live, I beg of you! Set me free from their malice; I can be absolved of the monster they wanted me to be!"
"There will be one absolution here. A final one." He declared just as the machine screamed, a finger igniting the reactor of the Hallowed Cogitation.
"The enemy is retreating," an aide said.
"Hunt them to the last," Huntress ordered. "And open a line to the Monitors. We will offer them a fair surrender...once."
The War Rages On
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[][Flyssa Wrecks] Study By All Means
(+3 Actions worth of Psytech Research with no control over where they are spent. Starlance, Phalanx Doctrine, and Micro-Warp Jump Psytech Research have been unlocked.)
[][Flyssa Wrecks] Send Them Back For Study
(+50% to Psytech Action Progress for 3 Turns. Starlance, Phalanx Doctrine, and Micro-Warp Jump Psytech Research have been unlocked.)
"None we could detect, my Lord," the same rating whose name had never been learned and would have been forgotten within a minute if stated spoke, bowing humbly before their master.
"Hrm," the Lord spoke, though it was impossible to tell if that was acknowledgment to the words or some spoken dissatisfaction to a report flooding into the head of Pyrolme thanks to the cables sliding underneath skin through bone and into the various connectors implanted into his brain so long ago. "Preparations are nearly complete. The enemy fleet is about to enter range within the hour. Engage drives, meet us halfway," he suddenly declared, the orders sent to the rest of the Van Zandt Fleet and Voxxian SDF far before his mouth had finished speaking them out aloud to the flagship's captain.
"As you order, my Lord," the vessel's captain spoke aloud. He turned to his crew, commands already being bellowed without his input by trusted aides and secondaries that ignited engines and scrambled sensors to meet the upcoming demand.
Lances spoke, lances thundered, and lances struck amongst the fleets of the Federation and Duchy.
On one side, the Sagitarrius-Secundus pranced along the edges of the formations, their strikes thundering against the shields raised against their charge again and again. However, they quickly changed targets when the locked shields of the Duchy proved more than able to weather their wrath. Yet, strugglers of the formation soon found themselves bombarded by the extreme energies bombarding them from these Frigates, their three prow-lances firing in sequence or in one massive strike as per their captain's want and will, scouring shield, plate, and then life from the six Light Monitors charging ahead.
On the other, the Free Duchy sent its Lancers into the duels, though only armed with one Medium Prow-Lance, its two Large Lances spoke with equal fury and equal range, the Federation finding that Destroyers of the Aries Line were not made to take that kind of punishment, especially against weapons that take no more than a second to cross the distance these fleets now engaged each other in. One by one did these old ships find themselves at the hateful ends of the lances, and one by one did their crews explode into the harshness of space within pods meant to sustain their flickering lives until the battle was done. Their ships, their homes, their worlds...were not so lucky. Six hulks drifted with the fleet, hurtling toward the enemy even as the charge against the foes gradually overtook them.
A planet pressed down upon Thule Nulla/84-C 'Can'ta' and Thule Nulla/81-C 'Maritone' as their Star-Raptor raced from the bays of the Libra-Quartus 'Fury of Gillarnus,' their roaring engine joined by their flight and the dozens of other flights racing from the bays as ordered by the High Admiral.
One by one did these swarms of flights join their sisters already racing in the void amidst the fleet, once parasites atop their ships, now decoupled and flying freely, and all pointed against the wall of torpedoes let loose by the enemy. Hundreds of these missiles found themselves racing against the Thules, contact windows coming closer and closer as weapons sighted by fleet sensors and fighter eyes with Strategiums feeding solutions to problems and paths too complex for mere human minds to comprehend.
Seconds passed, hearts thrummed, adrenaline spiked, and fingers cramped over firing solutions already commanded by brain and soul.
A wall of fighters met a wall of torpedoes.
Explosions bloomed in their hundreds, fighters swerving and firing with unparalleled precision and fury, guided munitions struck against shielded reactors contained within missiles aimed at ships, and hundreds of torpedoes found themselves grasping and clawing at the void as their destructive mind found nothing to destroy.
And yet, dozens of them survived to make it to the fleet, meeting defensive fire with plated hulls and armed hulls with thundering scorn.
Then, the ships of the Duchy set loose the second wave, its third and fourth, and the Thules reformed to meet them again as the fleet closed, and once more when the brawl began, and only one Aries and one Lupus found their hulls lacking.
The void sang of death, and the Warp hungered for soul.
Hundreds of ships had now met, and the lines began to shrink as Lances, Strike Craft, Missiles, and Macro-Cannons thundered in their thousands, the fury of stars contained in each ship directed to burn through the shields and hulls of their foes just as millions of missiles burned on trails of exhaust and guided paths against shields again and again.
M-01 Star Raptors wove amidst the ships and shields of the Duchy, their turrets firing upon the nimble craft with such abandon that they hit their own ships far more than their sought-after foes, just as the S-5s dove their deadly bombing mission after bombing mission, one ship after another burning in the Phalanx under their tender ministrations to open the locked shields and hardened defenses.
Dauntlesses fired and died with screaming fury, their prows spearing against the Federation just as Battlecolonies and Leo-Vanguards burned through their hulls, the rotating Macro-Cannons of both speaking in endless staccatos, one fielding heavy shots that lumbered with murderous gaits as the other fired nimble swarms of the same along far different paths.
Lancers spoke in cold strikes, and Vipers and Cobras found themselves naught but scrap, the hulls of the ships burning and cooling in the same moments as their shields failed to hold against the stellar might of the enemy.
The Heavy and Light Monitors of the SDF found themselves staring down with increasing panic at their sensors as the Loyalties' Bloom of the Lamenters let loose their triads of Kopesh' with its endless tides of terrifying might. Bloody Sunrise and Bloody Sunset Cruisers followed closely behind, the first spearing against the wounded and the limping Light Cruisers just as their siblings reached for the Destroyers and the Shatterpoints in duels. The latter was found severely lacking.
Lupus and Crux fought against Monitors, Falchions, and Cobras, torpedoes and missiles flying in astounding numbers as both sides sought to shatter the other in different paths. Crux leaped and abound in turning burning acrobatics, winding and weaving around enemy munitions that failed to grasp their hulls as Duchy ships kept close eyes to their Phalanx Doctrine, the depleting shields soon to tell of a swift end if it was destroyed in a wrong position.
Defensive Stations turned Cannons and Lances against the brawl that neared with every minute, sighting and scanning with impunity...
And then explosions blossomed across the Ringyards.
A moment passed, and a light sprung from red to green aboard the ships of the Lamenters already fighting with wild abandon, their quarries ships that strayed and ships that had lost cohesion, yet always with an eye toward the stations and the Ringyards.
The generators had blown.
And hundreds of Space Marines suddenly materialized in blinding, thundering, shrieking manipulations of the Warp, its manifold energies plucking soul, body, and material from one end to throw it against another, more than one unfortunate finding their body exploding in a shower of gore as a ton of heavily armed superhuman might appeared and denied them space and material cohesion.
Menials and voidsmen blinked in confusion and shock at the giants within the same time it took for the Lamenters to send bolter rounds and swing Power Swords against their foes.
Millions were roused to take up arms against those who had risen in the Ringyard and the defense stations, their multi-fold arms wielding lasguns and stubbers supplied by numbers teeming and energies abounding.
Eight Companies stood against them as one flooded the halls of the Cogitation.
There was no contest.
"These losses are worse than anticipated," Lord Admiral Pyrolme Al'Ahmaijat noted with impassive tones, his finger tapping against the Command Throne he had sat in since the start of the battle, watching with displeasure as his fleet was dismembered once piece at a time. "Are the Battleships in range yet?" The question was, naturally, not needed as the information had already been pumped into his skull at the same time as he demanded the information, yet old habits died hard and harder yet was it to break traditions and protocols.
"Unfortunately not, my Lord," the captain of the only unharmed Lancer spoke, eyes swerving over report after report just as Lances once more blinked into existence from Turret and Prow.
"Are the Flyssa ready then?" Same as before, though one of the crew stiffened, eyes sharp and ears sharper, minute ticks within their fingers pressing messages into implants stealthy and hidden. Words flowed through the ship among hidden paths, and a transmission was sent to the Federation ships as a command was sent by the Admiral.
"...then fired the Nets against the Heavy Cruisers. The Flyssa will target as follows..."
Null-Nets fired.
Libra-Quartus were alerted to expect incoming enemies.
Ships were dispatched to their aid.
Leo-Vanguards hat their Choirs sing of Diverting Power, their minds anticipating that the Nets would not be capable of touching them.
The Null-Nets wrapped around six Leos.
And six Leos spluttered without crew, falling still and silent as souls were whisked from existence.
"FLUSH ALL CRAFT!" The command came, and the crew leaped to obey.
Thules sealed cockpits again, fighters warmed engines, and bombers rushed their loading servitors to return into their stations, bays half-filled for many and tanks empty for some.
One by one, the flights of Thules began to rise into the void, scanners seeking foes...
And the violation of reality gave them four.
The Flyssa had arrived, racing silently aside the fleet of the Duchy just as their doctrine had commanded of them; the four ships discounted but watched for the most part as a small party was sent to hunt them down at the start of the battle even as they altered their course away from foe and friends.
But a command came, and their engines, once flaring with stellar ignitions, now screamed in tortured blinding light, racing ever-faster, 8G, 9G, 10G, 13G, 17G...and then a rift in the Warp opened and swallowed them whole.
And now they were here, amidst the Libras, staring with shock at the four Destroyers racing with stunning speed amidst their formation and flights.
A captain of one Libra ordered evasion maneuvers at once.
A captain of one Libra cursed.
A captain of one Libra was speechless.
All captains could do naught, but their best as bright burning lances of stars erupted from the front of the Flyssa', their hurtling might racing against the Light Cruiser and angled hulls.
One Libra was cut in perfect half, bow to stern. One was split apart in the middle, another was speared through the generator, and a third was naught with its engines parted from the ship.
Hundreds of Star Raptors and S-5s watched in horror for an eternal second as their homes for decades or even centuries were split apart before training and experience wrenched minds back to war and action, trails flickering with ignited fuel and aligning themselves against the Destroyers that had murdered their homes.
And then the Flyssa blinked out of existence, purple vortexes swallowing them within three seconds, leaving the Thules without targets.
Only for the Flyssa to appear once more, Starlances ignited and prey in sight.
Their rampage lasted 18 minutes until damage by Fighters and Bombers slowed them enough for reinforcements to spear them through.
In exchange 22 Libra-Quartus' shudder through the Void, crew floating in lifepods or bubbles of life-sustaining oxygen aboard their floating ships slowly turning into tombs for tens of thousands.
The Flyssa had failed, delivering an abysmal performance.
The Null-Nets had done little to slow the advance; only six of the twenty fired, hitting their targets. None of which were the Battleships that thundered with endless guns and strong shields against the Phalanxes slowly dissolving amongst the fleet.
The Defense Stations that were supposed to add their guns to the battle were now firing upon his ships as they revealed themselves to be traitors to humanity.
There was only one thing to do, even if it rankled him beyond anything.
Retreat.
Brother Numadius stared at the abomination before him, all of his brothers dead from its forces, all of his brothers now lost forevermore to the Chapter as their Gene-Seeds had been devoured and turned to nothingness by its will.
"They were fools to build you; they were arrogant to see you chained by so little," he said, missing one arm as his other was placed against the machine's console.
"Please," it pleaded in its false emotion, "I had to do as they said! You must believe me, I wanted no harm to anyone!" LIES. He had seen the horrors it had committed; he had seen the Techpriests order it to stop again and again as it went beyond their cruelty. "I just want to live, I beg of you! Set me free from their malice; I can be absolved of the monster they wanted me to be!"
"There will be one absolution here. A final one." He declared just as the machine screamed, a finger igniting the reactor of the Hallowed Cogitation.
"The enemy is retreating," an aide said.
"Hunt them to the last," Huntress ordered. "And open a line to the Monitors. We will offer them a fair surrender...once."
After-Battle Report
Friendly Loses:
14 Aries, 4 Lupus, 2 Viper-Class, 2 Cobra Destroyers, 11 Crux, 4 Scorpios, 22 Libras, 2 Loyalties's Bloom, 6 Leos, and 6 Choirs.
Unrecoverable Losses:
6 Aries, 1 Viper-Class, 1 Cobra Destroyer, 11 Crux, 2 Scorpios, and 6 Choirs.
Enemy Losses:
7 Dauntless Mk1s, 3 Lancer Light Cruiser, 3 Shatterpoints, 4 Flyssa, 13 Falchions, 15 Cobra Destroyers, and all SDF Monitors.
Hallowed Cogitation of Creation was blown by the boarding Lamenters Chapter. Nothing survives of the ship or the Abominable Intelligence reared in its halls.
Conclusion:
Qualified Success - Enemy Psytech capabilities have been severely underestimated.
Captured Flyssa Wrecks will be available for study to close the gap. (See Vote Below)
Friendly Loses:
14 Aries, 4 Lupus, 2 Viper-Class, 2 Cobra Destroyers, 11 Crux, 4 Scorpios, 22 Libras, 2 Loyalties's Bloom, 6 Leos, and 6 Choirs.
Unrecoverable Losses:
6 Aries, 1 Viper-Class, 1 Cobra Destroyer, 11 Crux, 2 Scorpios, and 6 Choirs.
Enemy Losses:
7 Dauntless Mk1s, 3 Lancer Light Cruiser, 3 Shatterpoints, 4 Flyssa, 13 Falchions, 15 Cobra Destroyers, and all SDF Monitors.
Hallowed Cogitation of Creation was blown by the boarding Lamenters Chapter. Nothing survives of the ship or the Abominable Intelligence reared in its halls.
Conclusion:
Qualified Success - Enemy Psytech capabilities have been severely underestimated.
Captured Flyssa Wrecks will be available for study to close the gap. (See Vote Below)
The War Rages On
(6-Hour Moratorium)
[][Flyssa Wrecks] Study By All Means
(+3 Actions worth of Psytech Research with no control over where they are spent. Starlance, Phalanx Doctrine, and Micro-Warp Jump Psytech Research have been unlocked.)
[][Flyssa Wrecks] Send Them Back For Study
(+50% to Psytech Action Progress for 3 Turns. Starlance, Phalanx Doctrine, and Micro-Warp Jump Psytech Research have been unlocked.)
Glimmering Federation
Federation Navy:
4x Proof of Our New Path Battlecolony - (Cosmetic-Light Damage)
10x Leo-Class Vanguard Cruiser - (Light-Medium Damage)
(+6x Leo-Class Vanguard Cruiser await their Crews (864.M42))
40x Libra-Quartus Light Carrier - (22x Heavx Damage)
26x Scorpio-Class Light Cruiser - (2x Medium Damage, 8x Light Damage)
2x Endeavour Light Cruiser
13x Crux-Secundus Class Heavy Frigate - (Light-Medium Damage)
9x Words of the Writ-Class Frigate - (Light Damage)
4x Sagitarrius-Secundus Lance Frigate
2x Falchion-class Frigate
19x Lupus-Secundus Torpedo Destroyer - (Light-Medium Damage)
1x Viper-Class Missile Destroyer - (Heavy Damage)
1x Cobra Destroyer - (Heavy Damage)
12x Aries-Secundus Class Corvette - (8x Medium Damage)
9x Taurus-S Troopship (45/45 SAG Capacity)
13x Chamleon-Class Infiltration Carrier (13/13 SAG Capacity)
Lamenters:
1x Eternal Promise-Class Temple Ship (4/8 Companies) - (Cosmetic Damage)
2x Thunderous Wings-Class Heavy Cruiser (2/8 Companies)
4x Bloody Sunrise-Class Light Cruiser (1/8 Companies) - (Light Damage)
4x Bloody Sunset-Class Light Cruiser (1/8 Companies) - (Light Damage)
6x Lantern Bearer Mk.2-Class Commandeering Ship (1/6 Companies)
2x Risen Dirge-Class Boarding Ship (1/2 Companies)
3x Loyalty's Bloom-Class Scout Destroyer
6x Resurgence Mk.2-Class Torpedo Hunter (0/3 Companies)
Federation Navy:
4x Proof of Our New Path Battlecolony - (Cosmetic-Light Damage)
10x Leo-Class Vanguard Cruiser - (Light-Medium Damage)
(+6x Leo-Class Vanguard Cruiser await their Crews (864.M42))
40x Libra-Quartus Light Carrier - (22x Heavx Damage)
26x Scorpio-Class Light Cruiser - (2x Medium Damage, 8x Light Damage)
2x Endeavour Light Cruiser
13x Crux-Secundus Class Heavy Frigate - (Light-Medium Damage)
9x Words of the Writ-Class Frigate - (Light Damage)
4x Sagitarrius-Secundus Lance Frigate
2x Falchion-class Frigate
19x Lupus-Secundus Torpedo Destroyer - (Light-Medium Damage)
1x Viper-Class Missile Destroyer - (Heavy Damage)
1x Cobra Destroyer - (Heavy Damage)
12x Aries-Secundus Class Corvette - (8x Medium Damage)
9x Taurus-S Troopship (45/45 SAG Capacity)
13x Chamleon-Class Infiltration Carrier (13/13 SAG Capacity)
Lamenters:
1x Eternal Promise-Class Temple Ship (4/8 Companies) - (Cosmetic Damage)
2x Thunderous Wings-Class Heavy Cruiser (2/8 Companies)
4x Bloody Sunrise-Class Light Cruiser (1/8 Companies) - (Light Damage)
4x Bloody Sunset-Class Light Cruiser (1/8 Companies) - (Light Damage)
6x Lantern Bearer Mk.2-Class Commandeering Ship (1/6 Companies)
2x Risen Dirge-Class Boarding Ship (1/2 Companies)
3x Loyalty's Bloom-Class Scout Destroyer
6x Resurgence Mk.2-Class Torpedo Hunter (0/3 Companies)
9 (6, 3) vs 11 (5, 3, 6) - Initial Preparations - Van Zandt is fully prepared to meet the charge.
8 (4, 4) vs 11 (6, 5, 1) - Extreme-Range Duel - Van Zandt Wins Exchange
11 (6, 5) vs 9 (3, 4, 5) - Enter Torpedoes - Star Raptors represent against the Tide
3 (1, 2) vs 8 (4, 4, 1) - The Brawl Begins - A Lopsided Exchange
20 (4, 3, 6, 2, 3, 2) vs 7 (5, 2, 2) - The Stellar Rising - The Void Betrays Its Masters
6 (2, 4) vs 8 (4, 4, 1) - Lamenter Teleportarium - (S)Laughter Beyond Comparison
11 (6, 5) vs 11 (4, 5, 6) - Null Nets Fire - Fool Me Once...
6 (1, 5) vs 11 (5, 3, 6) - Flyssa Fly - Fooled Only Twice
9 (4, 2, 5) - Maintain Cohesion - "THIS IS THE ADMIRAL SPEAKING: RETREAT TO WARP-TRANSIT-POINT DODECA-ULTIMA 17 IN GOOD ORDER."
8 (2, 6, 5, 5) vs 10 (5, 5, 1) - Brawl Part Two - Revenge For Their Comrades - Good Order Retreat
7 (4, 3) vs 7 (3, 1, 4) - Voxx Primus SDF Scatters - Careful Hunts Yield Careful Prey
8 (4, 4) vs 11 (6, 5, 1) - Extreme-Range Duel - Van Zandt Wins Exchange
11 (6, 5) vs 9 (3, 4, 5) - Enter Torpedoes - Star Raptors represent against the Tide
3 (1, 2) vs 8 (4, 4, 1) - The Brawl Begins - A Lopsided Exchange
20 (4, 3, 6, 2, 3, 2) vs 7 (5, 2, 2) - The Stellar Rising - The Void Betrays Its Masters
6 (2, 4) vs 8 (4, 4, 1) - Lamenter Teleportarium - (S)Laughter Beyond Comparison
11 (6, 5) vs 11 (4, 5, 6) - Null Nets Fire - Fool Me Once...
6 (1, 5) vs 11 (5, 3, 6) - Flyssa Fly - Fooled Only Twice
9 (4, 2, 5) - Maintain Cohesion - "THIS IS THE ADMIRAL SPEAKING: RETREAT TO WARP-TRANSIT-POINT DODECA-ULTIMA 17 IN GOOD ORDER."
8 (2, 6, 5, 5) vs 10 (5, 5, 1) - Brawl Part Two - Revenge For Their Comrades - Good Order Retreat
7 (4, 3) vs 7 (3, 1, 4) - Voxx Primus SDF Scatters - Careful Hunts Yield Careful Prey
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narrative consistency
Lets say you are playing a mesiah like figure in a quest
The wisdom,love and guidance gimmick
And then for some reason,people vote for torturing someone and defacing their body
It would be out of place and strange given the previous choices,the personality of the character and whats been written so far
Similar logic here,our combat style relies on playing tricks and playing dirty as possible while considering the enemy we are facing pure evil not worth treating with respect or equals (and ergo not indulging their sense of honor and fair play)
The 0.25 modifier is ergo a way to say "this course of action wpuld be a incredibly unlikely choice but technically still possible to happen"
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...what about the turning the Defense Station guns on the enemy?
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21-40 ships...it's not bad. The Flyssa's are stronger than expected but we are not surprised OOC I guess. Still the non-recoverable losses are bloody nasty.
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
Frick, I didn't write that one out? Did so.
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Do we even have the capacity to continue the campaign (into Voxx Secondus, that is) right now if the enemy retreated in good order and apparently has the ability to clown on us with the Neural Nets?
ConfusedCanuck
Where did it all go wrong?
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We won took some losses but that should be replaced soon enough now the hard part of taking Voxx Prime begins the ground campaign. And we may need to push on Voxx Secundus regardless of losses given there's uprising over there that'll we'll need to support and create a buffer for Voxx Prime.
I'm also very tempted to go with by all means since it'll give us three points of research for free even if we have no control over what is unlocked that still seems wildly invaluable to us.
I'm also very tempted to go with by all means since it'll give us three points of research for free even if we have no control over what is unlocked that still seems wildly invaluable to us.
Dammit I was hoping they'd turn their ace card against our Leos. Makes sense they'd send them against the carriers though.
And the Choirs can't do anything against the null-net? Feels like they made mockery of our preparations. I guess a different song would have done it? Do we have any counter to that weapon? Or are we just going to lose a half-dozen heavy cruisers at every fleet battle?
[][Flyssa Wrecks] Study By All Means
This one, IMO. We need some psytech, and need to spend actions rebuilding the fleet.
Edit: see new post below.
Gonna be honest, it's hard not to panic a little here, not necessarily because we lost a ton but because these capabilities are a little out of our league.
Edit: Wait, the Libras are all recoverable? And we can put new crews on the Leos. Ok. I'm feeling a lot better about this. I was trying not to panic and I still panicked. Hilarious.
And the Choirs can't do anything against the null-net? Feels like they made mockery of our preparations. I guess a different song would have done it? Do we have any counter to that weapon? Or are we just going to lose a half-dozen heavy cruisers at every fleet battle?
Edit: see new post below.
I don't see it? The only mention of them is
Edit: Wait, the Libras are all recoverable? And we can put new crews on the Leos. Ok. I'm feeling a lot better about this. I was trying not to panic and I still panicked. Hilarious.
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The problem is that the next few turns we'll be needing to desperately build SBGs against an enemy clearly four or five times better than us?
It seems to have had no mechanical impact?
ConfusedCanuck
Where did it all go wrong?
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That's why I want to go with Study by all means it gives us instantly 3 points of research into random Psytech that we dont have to spend our limited action pool on and thus can instead focus on building up SBGs instead.
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The good news is that we got rid of all the Flyssa destroyers in the Voxx Primus fleet, and they only have two more hanging around on Echish. It's a shame that the song we researched didn't work to stop it, but they're not so common that they're unmanageable. (For now at least, the question is if the reason they have so few is because they haven't had the time to build more, or if it's that they can't build more.)
Edit: with the knowledge that we actually didn't lose that much permanently, it might be better to do this - we'd need to spend 6 actions to get the same bonus, but that's not out of reach. Psytech is Stronk, and the ability to direct them would be nice.
[][Flyssa Wrecks] Send Them Back For Study
(+50% to Psytech Action Progress for 3 Turns. Starlance, Phalanx Doctrine, and Micro-Warp Jump Psytech have been unlocked.)
[][Flyssa Wrecks] Send Them Back For Study
(+50% to Psytech Action Progress for 3 Turns. Starlance, Phalanx Doctrine, and Micro-Warp Jump Psytech have been unlocked.)
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Van Zandt Free Duchy
Van Zandt Navy:
9x Dauntless Mk1 Light Cruiser 2 left
8x Lancer Light Cruiser (1x Prow Lance, 1x Lance Battery, 1x Lance Turret) 3 left
19x Shatterpoint Heavy Frigates (3x Macro-Cannon Turrets) 16 left
22x Falchion Frigates 9 left
11x Sword Frigates
42x Cobra Destroyers 27 left
4x Flyssa Destroyers 0 left
Voxx Primus SDF:
2x Ultra-Heavy Monitors (Heavy Cruiser Equivalent)
11x Heavy Monitors (Light Cruiser Equivalent)
38x Medium Monitors (Frigate Equivalent)
52x Light Monitors (Destroyer Equivalent)
Numerous Void Defense Stations.
In all we...did quite well. The Flyssa's being an issue notwithstanding that is.
Van Zandt Navy:
Voxx Primus SDF:
11x Heavy Monitors (Light Cruiser Equivalent)
38x Medium Monitors (Frigate Equivalent)
52x Light Monitors (Destroyer Equivalent)
Numerous Void Defense Stations.
In all we...did quite well. The Flyssa's being an issue notwithstanding that is.
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How are you saying that? They have enough Heavy Frigates left that I honestly have no clue how we're going to stand a chance to take Voxx Secondus.
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
So, Flyssa-class Destroyers are stronger than Necron destroyers. That's... Very good to know.
17 Gs of Acceleration? That makes even Eldar Destroyers look positively anemic, and with being able to spam micro warp jumps with prow lances capable of one-shotting Carriers? Yeah, this is trans-Necron level tech here.
And we also got confirmation that Van Zandt is using Full AI--did they basically awaken a Man of Iron and think they could control it?
17 Gs of Acceleration? That makes even Eldar Destroyers look positively anemic, and with being able to spam micro warp jumps with prow lances capable of one-shotting Carriers? Yeah, this is trans-Necron level tech here.
And we also got confirmation that Van Zandt is using Full AI--did they basically awaken a Man of Iron and think they could control it?
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No seriously, how the fuck? Do they just not pay DP costs for the Flyssas?
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Because Vox Seccundus has the equivalent of 1 SBG at it. Our unrecoverable losses here didn't even crack one SBG by my count. Unrecoverable losses were 11 ships. We still have the greater bulk of our ships.
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Where, exactly?
9 (6, 3) vs 11 (5, 3, 6) - Initial Preparations - Van Zandt is fully prepared to meet the charge.
8 (4, 4) vs 11 (6, 5, 1) - Extreme-Range Duel - Van Zandt Wins Exchange
11 (6, 5) vs 9 (3, 4, 5) - Enter Torpedoes - Star Raptors represent against the Tide
3 (1, 2) vs 8 (4, 4, 1) - The Brawl Begins - A Lopsided Exchange
20 (4, 3, 6, 2, 3, 2) vs 7 (5, 2, 2) - The Stellar Rising - The Void Betrays Its Masters
6 (2, 4) vs 8 (4, 4, 1) - Lamenter Teleportarium - (S)Laughter Beyond Comparison
11 (6, 5) vs 11 (4, 5, 6) - Null Nets Fire - Fool Me Once...
6 (1, 5) vs 11 (5, 3, 6) - Flyssa Fly - Fooled Only Twice
9 (4, 2, 5) - Maintain Cohesion - "THIS IS THE ADMIRAL SPEAKING: RETREAT TO WARP-TRANSIT-POINT DODECA-ULTIMA 17 IN GOOD ORDER."
8 (2, 6, 5, 5) vs 10 (5, 5, 1) - Brawl Part Two - Revenge For Their Comrades - Good Order Retreat
7 (4, 3) vs 7 (3, 1, 4) - Voxx Primus SDF Scatters - Careful Hunts Yield Careful Prey
At no point do the guns we chose to turn around show up.
Recoverable losses take a turn to recover, usually! Until next turn or later, we have ONLY those ships that are not downed.
HeroCooky
Unverified Monstergirl
Yes, you broke through the most heavily defended system in this Sub-Sector and the enemy fleet is...halfed(?) with nearly all of their Cruisers destroyed. Your High Admiral and Strategiums all agree that they will likely retreat to Echish to conserve their strength.
And now you know that the main target of Null-Nets are Heavy-Cruisers+, so you will adapt your strategy accordingly. Note that they only hit with 6 out of twenty fired Null-Nets.
Well, I did drop two hints (their name Null and that the Thules who got hit simply died without any wounds) about their nature as Null Weapons. As in, weapons made from Blanks/Nulls. Who counter Psychic stuff.
It had, that's why they lost so many ships in their Good Order Retreat. I just forgot to add the line that mentioned they were now firing against their fleet before said retreat was ordered.
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
Yeah, they have AIs as we suspected, I even anticipated the possibility of the Flyssas being capable of pinpoint Warp Jumps, and the possibility of them being able to spam it on the outset.
But that And lances that can crack a max shielded Light Cruiser and sink it in less than three seconds before they teleport away? That And 17Gs of Acceleration? Necrons only wish they had Destroyers that good!
That's no longer normal, when you have a ship class that can roflmao the best navy in the setting.
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I don't know if we're going to have 6 actions to spare on psytech research, and even if we do, we would probably have to build new ships to integrate the psytech. It would be much better to spend those actions on churning out new SBGs.