Mojlnir

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"Large ion cannon blasters have been placed at various locations throughout the universe is an attempt to slow our wandering commander" reported the shipboard AI in Mojlnir's ear piece. "Hmmm..." mused Mojlnir as his Argonian guest danced about oddly, looking suspiciously like someone being shocked. Picking up his beer (which he was careful to hide from the ravenous Argonian) Mojlnir ambled to the command deck and checked the sub-ether pludar, which confirmed the sometimes errant AI's report. "Elwe appears to have forgotten that with an improbability drive, my ship is everywhere in the universe at the same time, but conversely nowhere. So, if I time it just right and shut off the improbability drive..." muttered Mojlnir to himself as he checked coordinates and disengaged the drive. Elwe, who happened to be minding his own business reading the daily in the toilet, was rather startled when the rest of his bathroom, and his entire command post, disappeared and he found himself face to face with the nose of Mojlnir's spacecraft...from which protruded a rather large and slightly illegal looking proton de-atomizing snow cannon. "That should do the trick!" quipped Mojlnir with a self-satisfied grin as he observed the confused and somewhat shocked look on Elwe's face. "*censored*..." gulped Elwe.

OCC: The plural of goose is geese and I think that the plural of moose should also be meese. On the whole I find the English language to be cumbersome and rather dull. I move that we switch to a system of grunts and screetching something akin to monkeys. And moving back into the trees would not be such a bad idea either... IC: "Welcome, Argonian...you don't look like a moose!!" said Mojlnir to the gorging non-moose. "I see that you find both the beverages and the snacks to be acceptable. Care to stay around for the BBQ? After that I rather thought I would do some more tear-assing around the Uni if you care to join?" mentioned Mojlnir. Seeing that little answer would be forthcoming until the Argonian (not a moose) finished noshing, Mojlnir (deciding that discretion is the better part of valor) brings more munchies from the galley and sits down to watch the little guy pound chips down.

OCC: Argonians don't look like meese? ^_^ IC: Mojlnir contacts Marvin and orders him to alert the Argonian with the funny name to there are beer and chips to be had in the living room and that if he should care to partake he need only follow that depressingly depressed robot. Oh, also, that he should not mind the penguins nor the fact that any ocean currently appearing is standing still while the land moves like waves. That done, Mojlnir puts his feet back on the table and returns to watching cartoons. He also silently prays to whatever powers might exist that Marvin suddenly become non-operational or that he at the very least be permanently turned into a pot of petunias.

ooc- Mjolnir was indeed Thor's Hammer, and that is the reason that I chose it..though sadly I realize in this instance I have misspelled it. I once asked the powers that be to have mercy upon me and allow me to correct the spelling, but alas, it was not to be... Having tired of the uber-boring negotiations that ended months ago because everyone else got bored, Mojlnir decides that he will enjoy the Universe by tear-assing around it in his new, and very shiny, "Teh 00ltra 5h1p of 1337n355"...which is British racing green with black stripes and in no way resembles a banana. With the ship on improbablity drive auto-pilot, Mojlnir reclines in his comfortable but shoddily constructed Ikea chair and watches reruns of Adult Swim. Having just caught the "Vacation" episode of SL 2021, he sincerely hopes that ATHF will follow with "Love Mummy" or "Remonster." Popcorn in hand and cold brewskies nearby, Mojlnir reclines in comfort as the ship whips him around every point in the Universe at once. Suddenly, the ships AI chimes over the intercom... "We have picked up a passenger in the neighborhood of some oddly shaped vessels...he appears to resmeble a slightly over-weight moose..." Mojlnir shrugs and continues watching the idiot box....

I'm game. I miss the old battles and long for the days of intergalactic tomfoolery. I for one will gladly join the fray once more. -M

Mojlnir sat shivering with barely contained rage, such emotion had not gripped him since he stormed Peregrine's command bridge all those years ago and confronted him face to face. Such anger as had not happened since he watched his forces cut down one by one... Seething, he watched MyDogsTale give he speech, and he nearly lept from his chair and throttled the life from his limbs when he was called a chess piece... What did this fool know? The men assembled here knew him and what he was capable of, and what he stood for. The "power" that MyDog thought he had equated to absolutely nothing... Only the Peregrinists understood the true power the Mojlnir possessed...they had witnessed it first hand. Pausing to regain his composure after MyDogsTale left, Mojlnir rose and addressed those remaining: "It pains me to admit that I am not merciful when dealing with my enemies...I learned as a boy long ago that no man is ever beaten if left standing on his own two legs...ever will he seek to deal you a like blow. And therefore, when I act, it is decisive. You know that about me. I have long since proven my abilities and the power that I command. I desire no conquest, for I have territory sufficient for my needs, nor do I have people to whom I am beholden. I fight for honor and justice, and in this cause I have stood beside Aleksei and his people for centuries. I am prepared to stand next to the Peregrinists as well, my score with the bird is long since settled, and I paid dearly for my revenge." Mojlnir eyed the everyone in the room with eyes that had seen friends die and entire planets reduced to dust, eyes that bore centuries of pain but still shone with the hope of peace. "These artifacts must be uncovered and destroyed. That cause is just and to it I pledge my support. However, I will not deal with thieves, murders and tinpot dictators bent on conquest. MyDogsTale has begun a fued of honor with me, he has impuned my name and called me a pawn. Such disrespect cannot be ignored." With that Mojlnir returned to his seat.

ooc - sorry about barreling through your defenses like that packrat, didn't even occur to me that your people might have increased security with the arrival of Peregrine's men... Also, those posts between Elwe and myself are to be completely ignored...Mars still exists and I did not attack it...that was the deal. -Before Elwe and MyDogsTale arrive: With a nod to Peregrine's men, Mojlnir addresses himself to Aleksei; "Old friend, it would seem that we find ourselves in a very strange position indeed. New enemies, old enemies turned ally and a war that none of us wanted...but yet we have. Perhaps it was not my place to attend this meeting without invite, but I feel that if we are to address the issues, the three parties must be present. I extend my most sincere apologies for barging in unannounced and extend the safety of my planets to you and yours should you ever have need of them." Just as Mojlnir finished speaking Elwe and MyDogsTale burst through the door, completely unannounced and rather more unexpected than even Mojlnir's arrival. Mojlnir rose again and glared at Elwe. "Your space stations took 12,000 of my men! You name me an enemy of your entire race and you dare to show your face here? Either you are very brave or completely insane..." Turning on MyDogsTale, Mojlnir's voice rose even further; "And you...reinforcing him while my expeditionary force stood inocently by and harmed no one...until your entire fleet moved to attack me!" turning to Aleksi and the Peregrinists (who were all looking slightly amused), "These men are not to be trusted..." "Mojlnir," said Aleksei heavily "Calm yourself. Let us hear what they have come to say." "Alright." replied Mojlnir disgustedly, "Aleksei I have the greatest respect for you and your people, and I meant no disrespect by my outburts...but I will not parley with these men...I will crush them beneath my heel!!" With these words, Mojlnir slammed his fist on the table and then sat heavily in his chair. His eyed Elwe and MyDogsTale with pure animosity.

ooc - Elwe, my ships had already entered hyperspace and left your system...there is nothing there to attack, also, that was not my main fleet, just an expeditionary force. The expeditionary force safely docked on one of the lunar refitting bases, Mojlnir contemplates the situation in the Sol system as well as the meetings taking place on New Prague. The loudspeaker squawks into life and the message from Elwe is broadcast into Mojlnir's office... "Put me to rest...? Such nonsense, and he only lost 5,000 men. He will lose much more than that before this war is over! Those 5 ships he took carried 3,000 men apiece!!" raged Mojlnir at the speaker. "Sir?" came the voice of Mojlnir's staff sergeant. "What is it?" asked a still red faced Mojlnir. "Intel just recieved the latest update on the meetings on Prague..." "Enough intel messages...I'm going to that meeting" replied Mojlnir. Red Square, New Prague - 2 hours later: The small craft landed in an open corner of the Square, it was alone and unescorted. Mojlnir had little to fear from the people of this planet, having long stood in alliance with them against one foe or another. Posting a light guard detail outside his ship, Mojlnir made his way to the Office of Knights.

Aboard his command ship Commander Hammasson monitored the actions of the recently uncloaked fleet. The ships bore markings that were unfamiliar and Hammasson decided to err on the side of caution. "Sir, the fleet is broadcasting messages to Elwe and Aleksi..." called an officer from the comm center. "And? What have they to say?" replied Hammasson. "Sir, MyDog has informed Elwe that he will reinforce his positions on Earth and Elwe has notified MyDog of the arrival of his own reinforcments..." "What of Aleksi...?" replied Hammasson with curiousity. "A negative reply sir...and 3CI is reporting that some of Tabanne's men have actually landed on Prague and in meeting with senior officials." "Really? I wonder what Mojlnir will have to say about thi..." Hammasson was interupted by the bleet of an in-coming transmission from home base. "Commander," rang the voice of Mojlnir, "I'm sure you're by now aware that much is afoot." "Yessir. I just recieved notification of the meeting. On this end we have a new fleet to report, and it appears to now be fully aligned with Elwe and is currently reinforcing his positions. We are also aware of Elwe's own reinforcements and new stations." replied Hammasson quickly. "Excellent commander. It is important that we get your ships back here immediately for resupply and intel evaluation. Before jumping though, I want you to harrass Elwe and his friend a little... Understood?" asked Mojlnir. "Yessir! Those stations are in the way of a safe jump anyway...We'll be out-system within the hour." "Excellent. Mojlnir out." and the comm line went dead. "Attention carriers and troopships! Form for in-system jump...coordinates home staging area. Battleships...destroy or disable those stations around Pluto...we need a clear path out-system!" ordered Hammasson. 12 minutes later: 5 battleships converged on each of Elwe's 5 space stations around Pluto... Inside the station command centers the radars went red as the defensive systems were overwhelmed. The stations, only recently brought online, were manned by skelton crews as the replacement ships had not arrived yet. The fight was brief but fierce, with the stations putting up a surprising amount of fight. Rather than waste munitions attacking multiple ships, each station commander ran his shields to full power and targeted his defensive systems against one of the five incoming battleships. Though the battleships were heavly shielded, the concentrated fire quicly wore down the shields and soon there were 5 smouldering derelicts floating in Pluto near-space. Fortunately, the other four ships were able to overcome each of the stations defensive measures and obliterate them before their commanders were able to repeat the same actions against the other ships. Marine demo teams from the troopships boarded each of the 5 hulks remaining after the fight and placed demolition charges...Mojlnir was not about to let his technology fall into enemy hands. After the wrecks had been reduced to dust, the fleet pulled into jump formation and boosted just out-system, then ingnited their hyperdrives and left the Sol system behind. When the resupply ships arrived to man the space stations Elwe's engineers had created, they were startled to find only wreckage...not a soul survived from any of the 5 stations. Dejectedly, they contacted Elwe to inform him of the loss of his stations and to find out what his orders were.

occ- Hey, MyDogsTale don't worry about it...I kinda cheated I my response though I really like the way the post turned out. :D So, how about you manage to escape the black hole and we can continue posting like we did. :blush: Didn't mean to totally obliterate you like that, I was a little peeved at losing my whole fleet. So, arise from the dead and return!!!

ooc - MyDogsTale, do NOT do that again. You took complete control of my fleet and then gave me no chance to respond. That's crap and if its the way you want to play then fine, but don't do that again. Mojlnir's Fleet Base While monitoring the course of negotiations and the opening shots of the battle around Mars, Mojlnir detected the presence of an inferior otherworldly being growing closer to the scene of the battle. Consulting with his best scientists, they determined the critical mass required to completely collapse the planet and create a gravitational field from which nothing, including souls, could escape. In essence they planned to create an ultra-small, ultra dense blackhole that would consume and crush everything in its vicinity. When the calculations were double-checked and then double-checked again, the atomic bombs were loaded onto a carrier that had been converted to this specific purpose. The carrier, along with 25 c4v-17 anti-planetary ships jumped to Mars nearspace, appearing on the backside of Mars, away from MyDogsTale's fleet as they continue the devestation of the decoy battlegroup. The commander of the covert strike team contacts Mojlnir: "They took the bait, MyDogsTales entire armada is within range...God it looks awful over there.." "Hammasson did his duty well, Commander...I expect the same from you. Teach those clowns a lesson that they will not forget, in this life or any other. Mojlnir out." As the transmission ended, the strike group commander gave the orders to execute the attack run. Too slowly, MyDogsTale and his Titan realized they were not alone in the nearspace surrounding Mars, but by then it was too late to to do anything but watch in horror as a scene that had not been seen in the Universe for ages was acted out again, though with a vicious twist. The 24 c3v-17's formed a into a pyramid with the heavily loaded carrier at the center, once in formation they accelerated at full speed towards the surface of Mars. About 5 seconds before impact all 25 ships activated their anti-crustal lasers and all 26 ships disappeared into the roiling maelstrom that had appeared. Agonizing seconds passed, though it felt like an eternity. MyDogsTale, with sudden clarity, knew that he had committed a fatal tactical error. His entire armada was in one localized area, and that area was about to be destroyed. Before he could act, Mars seemed to bulge and collapse in upon itself. Then its vaporized in blinding explosion 100 times brighter than the sun. The heat and force of the explosion rent the space around the now destroyed planet, shattering everything in its path. MyDogsTale's entire fleet died before it knew there was something amiss. Elwe's Tau warriors died in an instant as well, consumed in the terrible vengence of Mojlnir. The critical mass estimates made by Mojlnir proved to be too high and resulting explosion was more powerful than anticipated. The moons of Mars vaporized as did the two neighboring planets, Earth and Jupiter. The explosion was replaced with crushingly strong gravity, and MyDogsTale and his army of souls tried to flee into the Other Realm only to find that the new black hole had ripped through both planes and the same fate awaited them there as well. The souls were crushed into oblivion by the force of the black holes gravity and though MyDogsTale was not crushed into oblivion what was left of his essence, now completely consumed by insanity, was pulled into an abyss from which it could never escape. From his command center, Mojlnir watched the horror with grim satisfaction. He now knew that he possessed a weapon against which few could stand. He was going to enjoy watching the terror driven tactics of those who tried to stand against him. The message was shockingly and horrifyingly clear: stand in our way and you will be completely eradicated. Chuckling to himself, Mojlnir sipped a cup of tea and watched the new horror he had created in the distant star system. "Hehe...how do you those apples?" he said to noone in particular.

"G**damn it!! Why was the shield down on the cruiser?! Give me a status report on the rest of ships!" screamed Commander Hammasson as the blast rocked his command ship. "Sir! The shield was at full power! That railgun on the surface has the power to punch through our shields!" replied a panic voiced junior officer. "Alright...everybody settle down...that gun takes a while to re..." Hammassons voice trailed off as another blast obliterated a P-5 transport ship that had been stationed behind the destroyed cruiser. "Mother of God...Attention all ship commanders...evasive manuevers...Carriers redeploy to the opposite side of the planet... That railgun has about a 45 second recharge! Everyone on your toes...all power to the forward shield bank!" Order slowly returned as the men, feeling more confident under the cool leadership of their commander, carried out the orders that had been given. It had been an expensive lesson, but well learned. Mojlnir's forces would not be making the same mistake in the future. "Carriers...once you have redeployed I want every wing of bombers to hit those bases hard after the remaining air defenses have been glassed. Take them out. That cannon needs to be gone ASAP...make that and the command bunker priority targets...use tactical atomics." Wiping a hand across his brow, Hammasson thinks briefly of the message Mojlnir had delivered before they left...bring me allies or skulls. "Assult group...reform the 4 remaining cruisers with frontal shields at full power...I want the cruisers to plow straight in and execute Directive R. Troopships...After the cruisers are done I want every Marine you have on the ground in 15...sweep the base clean...Leave nothing alive!!!"

Surprised but jubilant at the assult launched from the Guardian Commander Hammasson surveys the remaining strength of the defenders on Mars. Much of the ground defense has been obliterated, though the massive Mars Cannon is still operational. Base defense has been reduced to several tanks armed with railguns and several companies of battle-weary Tau warriors. The situation on Mars is better than could have been hoped for, though the fierce Tau more than likely have something up their sleeves. "So, they will attack us if we attack them, though they are seriously damaged now... I wish Mojlnir had authorized the use of the planet-busters, we could end this battle for sure if we had those...oh well..." Commander Hammasson turned to the young surveillance tech that had just passed him a note. "They're standing off at the rim of the system? I wonder what they're planning..." "Sir, reports indicate that the ships are equipped with hyper drives, though they apparently have outdated in-system propulsion systems. We could be done here and long gone before they reach us." "Any indication that they will try an in-system jump?" asked Hammasson. "None, the planets, moons and asteroid belt make any such attempt pure suicide." replied the tech. "Excellent, then they are of little consequence to us. Open a line with the Tau command and instruct their commander that they have exactly 6 hours to surrender before I order the fleet to melt the surface of this God's forsaken planet into slag." "Yes sir." "Prepare the battlegroup for planetary assult. If these fools will not give up we will send a message to others who stand in our way. Resist and die." The ships of the battlegroup began to reposition themselves for a planetary assult. The carriers, each with 10 battlecruisers deployed to the side of the formation while the 5 remaining cruisers created a diamond formation in front of the P-5 troop assult ships. The shields of the cruisers would give extra protection to the troop ships behind them as the massive railguns blasted a corridor to the planets surface. On board the carriers, the bombers were loaded with incendiary munitions as well as atomics...once the battle was joined, they would provide the answer to an age old question... There would be no life on Mars.

ooc - Elwe, I didn't attack you yet. My ships are just jumping into Mars Nearspace, no actual assult yet... Also, my troops are called Space Marines because they're in space and they are Marines...not after the WH40K Space Marines (though they may appear close at times) I am familiar with the basic Tau outline and you are of course free to follow it...though my vehicles and troops will carry names that I create for them. If you want to clarify the exact names and such, send me a PM Mojlnir's battle group appeared in Mars Nearspace just as the last of the Orca transport ships dropping into the Mars atmosphere. With the planet now garrisoned the Tau defensive weaponry comes online at the appearance of the strange battlegroup in their nearspace. The commander of the battlegroup, Thor Hammasson, opens a commlink with the Tau command center... "This is Battlegroup Fenrir's Revenge Commander Hammasson, who is in command of this planet? I would speak with your commander!" As the dialogue begins, the battlegroup fans out into a defensive formation. The ships are spaced far enough apart so that there is not chance of explosion jumping from ship to ship. All shields are on full power and the area shields generated by the carriers provide additional protective cover for the troop assult ships. Battlegroup Carrier Valhalla deploys 3 wings of fighters (total of 750) for anti-ship/anti-missle defense and the rest of the battlegroup goes to full alert. In the command bridges of both the battlegroup and the Tau command center, it is so quite that the men could hear a pin dropping. Thousands of lives depend on the conversation about to take place...