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       #Post#: 3929--------------------------------------------------
       THE Numerian Bar Fight (possible Canon?)
       By: Haegan2005 Date: October 22, 2015, 9:46 pm
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       Tankards Bar and Grill was one of many eating establishments
       serving spacer crews near the Earth Two's docking stations. With
       constant incoming and outgoing ships, the commerce deck was
       always packed.
       It was seldom that a spacer did not stop by and get fresh food
       at one of the eateries when coming into dock and when leaving
       for the memories. The same was true for naval and army
       personnel. Anything beat the messes onboard, especially if you
       have been eating the same 15 basic meals for months.
       That meant that at any one point during the station's day
       military personnel and shore patrol units were busy eating and
       keeping people calm.
       But there is always an oddball in the mix. Scavenger ships
       crews, mercenaries, and ... Numerians.
       The last no one wanted to mess with. Their reputation not only
       preceded them, but normally sat outside in the form of one or
       more d'Orly cruisers and what seemed to be a nearly endless
       procession of Viur Frigates. They came, they ate, and they then
       left. Trouble was never associated with them starting it. They
       were simply too straight laced to go out of their way to start
       something, but did not have any issues ending it with a
       unfriendly stare or abrupt frightening levels of
       brutality.People did not mind it much as the instigators got
       generally what they deserved. And no one started trouble when
       the Bar or eatery was filled with fifty men seven feet tall and
       built like mini-walls. At least mostly no one.
       Upon occasion ships with rivalries would arrive, and settle
       their disputes with stare downs or an issued challenge that
       would be settled in a neutral ships cargo holds. Normally.
       Mostly. With a few exceptions.
       Then one night the entire perception of them changed. A
       transport had come in dropping nearly a thousand Numerian heavy
       infantry into the station for two days pending release to New
       Idaho below. Unfortunately, their escorts also carried the
       equivalent of Numerian Fleet Marines, known to be bad asses even
       to those not in the know of how the Numerian armed services
       worked. They were often the first in, and last out. It was
       rumored that even the Draugir treated with them with caution or
       extreme overkill!
       It had been a peaceful night for most who were not involved in
       station security. The promenade was packed with spacers,
       Numerians, and even Terran Marines who were subbing as shore
       patrol. While it was standard for Numerian ship captains to
       offer security troops to assist in policing the Numerians it had
       been years since the offer had been taken up on. It was not
       generally the holy rollers that were the problem.
       Up until then the two formations had eaten peacefully together.
       Well, peacefully as far as the shore patrol could tell. They had
       not found any unconscious or badly battered bodies hidden
       anywhere.
       Tankards Bar and Grill was packed with Numerians with only a
       scattering of Humans amongst them. The fleet and ground pounders
       pretty much sat separated with the occasional glance coming from
       the pounders towards the marines. All seemed peaceful until one
       of the Marines looked over and clearly said, "What did you say?"
       his voice was calm, almost too calm.
       A pounder put his fork down into the partially eaten salad and
       responded, equally calmly. "I said, I never thought I would eat
       with the marine unit that had its ass beaten so badly upon Rigel
       that it was forced to withdraw."
       The room went silent as nearly every fork and spoon was gently
       put down and more then 80 faces turned to look across the room
       at each other. The bar tender and waitresses looked confused,
       but only for a second. Survival instincts took over rapidly. The
       waitresses dropped what ever they were carrying and ran for it
       towards the nearest exit.
       #Post#: 3930--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE Numerian Bar Fight (possible Canon?)
       By: Thorgrimm Date: October 22, 2015, 9:58 pm
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       Oh yeah! I remember this! I look forward to the rest of it!!!
       Cheers, Thor
       #Post#: 3931--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE Numerian Bar Fight (possible Canon?)
       By: Haegan2005 Date: October 22, 2015, 10:05 pm
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       i figure one per day? Only 2 parts left. This has a possible
       extended story thread that i had looked at, but would take some
       time to write. The merging of 2 large and somewhat entrenched
       militaries has all kinds of potential for plots.
       If i get inspiration i will extend this somewhat. (watch us get
       a small book!)
       #Post#: 3932--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE Numerian Bar Fight (possible Canon?)
       By: Thorgrimm Date: October 23, 2015, 9:02 am
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       [quote author=Haegan2005 link=topic=217.msg3931#msg3931
       date=1445569555]
       i figure one per day? Only 2 parts left. This has a possible
       extended story thread that i had looked at, but would take some
       time to write. The merging of 2 large and somewhat entrenched
       militaries has all kinds of potential for plots.
       If i get inspiration i will extend this somewhat. (watch us get
       a small book!)
       [/quote]
       Sounds about right bud! Yes it does.
       We also need to flesh out stuff for the Numies, since they do
       play such a huge role in the GV! So get ta writin'!  ;D You also
       know I will help where I can.  :)
       Cheers, Thor
       #Post#: 3940--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE Numerian Bar Fight (possible Canon?)
       By: Haegan2005 Date: October 23, 2015, 7:04 pm
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       The marine spoke back, the big mans voice icy. "As I recall we
       suffered 70% casualties covering the running retreat of the 6th
       army. For some reason command did not think you capable of
       saving your own asses.
       The bartender started hitting the silent alarm under his
       counter. Repeatedly.
       "I see. I will not accept the insult offered to my unit
       quietly." The ground pounders started getting up and turning to
       face the marines.
       The marine, with a slight smile that did NOT reach his eyes. "If
       the truth offers insult, I am more then willing to accommodate
       it."
       The bartender stops hitting the alarm and hides behind the
       counter via the quick expediency of ducking to the floor.
       Across the commerce deck promenade whole groups of Numerians
       stopped and cocked their heads as though listening to something.
       The shore patrol was not stupid. Major Paige Revel knew
       something was up. He could see the tension through the cameras
       as the groups suddenly began to move rapidly towards one end of
       the deck. He wasted no time screaming for aid as the nearest
       shore patrol was already half way to the bar.
       The major had never had the opportunity to be on the receiving
       end of a fight with the tall warriors. As he and the others in
       the office watched the Numerians encounter each other, they had
       the opportunity to watch both sides simply attack with no given
       verbal warning. Blood flew, bodies stacked or bounced off of
       walls with a suddenness that made him remember some bars when he
       was still fresh behind the ears. Problem was, this was not just
       a bar fight. It was a mass focused riot between 2600 trained
       killers.
       Out numbered nearly four to one, the Numerians marines were
       slowly losing the fight. Until Captain Grenwich Thoupolous of
       the Terran marines choose to join the fight with his marines.
       The captain just had issues with the numbers and when asked
       about it later, had said that he 'wanted to even it out some'.
       Even he would admit his men did not perform as well as
       anticipated, but they took down one of the suckers for every two
       men needing to see a medic! Few marine units could shoulder that
       kind of ratio with the Numerians in unarmed combat.
       It took only fifteen minutes of fighting to get shore patrol to
       the bar. Within they found near absolute destruction. metal
       tables ripped out of the floor moorings, crushed chairs,
       absolute plate destruction, and Two Numerian marines surrounded
       by a wall of bodies. While the fighting outside had lasted long,
       the one inside was over inside of 4 minutes. Only one table had
       survived. Sitting smack dab in the middle sat a Priest still
       calmly drinking his tea and nibbling on crackers. Before him lay
       a com tablet with a Numerian soap opera called Nat'jke Yiou'tse
       playing upon it.
       "So, are you done yet?" the priest addressed the surviving
       marines in a voice soaking with patience.
       "Yes Faolin, I believe the point was made adequately."
       #Post#: 3942--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE Numerian Bar Fight (possible Canon?)
       By: Thorgrimm Date: October 23, 2015, 7:53 pm
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       Love it bud! you really NEED to expand this!  ;D
       Cheers, Thor
       #Post#: 3976--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE Numerian Bar Fight (possible Canon?)
       By: Haegan2005 Date: November 12, 2015, 7:50 pm
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       General Tallers sat looking out of the sixty story Red Flag
       center and watched the massive troop shuttles coming down to one
       of several landing fields the Center supported. The shuttles
       were large enough that he had no troubles seeing them from
       almost two miles away.
       A tall slender man with  a head that had decided that grey was
       the way to go, the General sat at the conference table with
       several of his immediate staff. The only member missing was the
       Haloarian Tkyl who was out getting her ribs reset after getting
       them cracked on maneuvers and not telling anyone for nearly two
       weeks. If it had been a human he might actually have yelled at
       them.
       Yelling at a hundred forty pounds of teeth, claws, and
       unstoppable attitude that actually put some marines to shame was
       something that he had decided could be counter productive..
       Especially when Tkyl had checked herself in last night after
       getting into a scrap with civilian merchant men at the Certhes
       Starport on the Adrisal Continent down south. While not all the
       details were clear she had suffered more bruising, a few cuts,
       and evidently the rebreaking of those same ribs. Knowing Tkyl,
       it was only half of what had really happened.
       If Tkyl was not as good as she was, he would have requested that
       she be put into a line regiment somewhere. As a Guerilla warfare
       and mobility expert, he actually suspected that the Terran
       military did not have an equal or better to replace her. Even if
       she did not understand when to quite. But then, that was
       probably why she was so effective.
       A polite cough broke General Tallers out of his internal dialog
       causing him to glance over to Lasoain'Dandrei Esin d’Suchen, the
       Commonwealth military official that acted as his interface with
       the Red Force when it was Numerian.
       The big Numerian spoke up, “This is the first time we have had
       Power Armored troops at these Red Flag exercises, Sir. It is
       unfortunate that they did not arrive with their armor, but it is
       being used to train the 606th Planetary Assault Division.”
       “Train? Why not here?” The General asked curiously. He had
       thought that that was part of the reason for these facilities.
       Well, okay, yes and no. The facilities, heh the entire northern
       continent really, was meant to organize exercises that were
       meant to teach the disparate services from the local polities to
       work together. To help teach a common core thinking and to open
       eyes as to what worked , and what did not.
       It had been running for three years now and the UST was spending
       another trillion dollars this year expanding the military
       infrastructure on the planet, and even more on the space side
       facilities as well. At this rate, in another three years, it
       would rival Sol in units based here for both training and for
       exercises.
       #Post#: 3977--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE Numerian Bar Fight (possible Canon?)
       By: Thorgrimm Date: November 12, 2015, 8:33 pm
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       I really like the desc of the Hallie Bud! Good job!  ;D
       Cheers, Thor
       #Post#: 3986--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE Numerian Bar Fight (possible Canon?)
       By: Haegan2005 Date: November 13, 2015, 9:38 pm
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       “The tall blond Numerian responded politely, “The assets from
       which the drop divisions will be operating are still being put
       into place. The 566th division that is being delivered here,
       will be reequipped with newly designed power armor and walking
       armors. It will also become a mixed Big Iron division, in
       another year when its own assets are in place.”
       A five foot mouse like creature with brown and white fur called
       an Nanri, spoke up chattering, “Then why even send them here? We
       do not have time to waste. There is a three year waiting time to
       get units in here!” The slender creature waved its arms and
       slender paws in the air in frustration.
       Esin responded in a calm even tone, which was typical of him,
       “Na-Rei,” he said the officers name pointedly. "From your
       objections I am going to surmise that you have not read your
       orders to deploy here, on TAD, for training with the other
       Allied contingents? I note that your orders specify that you are
       to coordinate your troops with the other Allied troops during
       the exercises. Is my summation correct, or is it in error?"
       “It’s in excess of 1500 pages! Of course I didn’t. We all know
       why we are here and sending unarmed troops here to train when
       they will be reequipped with a different TO&E soon is worse then
       useless. It is a waste of valuable resources that the Alliance
       simply does not have!”
       Esin, unfazed by “The purpose of this facility, for the
       Commonwealth, is to introduce our people to you so that they may
       see you as … “ he stops as though looking for a word, then,
       “Allies. Training is, at best, a secondary objective.”
       The Nanri looks like it is about to explode as its facial
       whiskers straighten outwards and start twitching at random and
       Its large ears extend fully and actually seem to add mass to the
       slender creature. “Allies? REALLY? Alliance forces die every day
       in the Commonwealth. Last week alone almost a thousand ships
       were lost defending one of YOUR colony worlds!”
       Esin tented his hands in front of himself and raised a single
       eyebrow before responding, “This is immaterial to the question
       as originally posed.” He opens his mouth to continue and is
       interrupted.
       The Nanri explodes in all out rage, "So the lives we expend in
       your defense is immaterial? Take your snake's tongue and slither
       back to your rock that you crawled out from under!"
       Esin stands suddenly and the staff can see that his eyes have
       narrowed and his face has lost its emotionless facade. Instead
       it has been replaced with a look of cold rage. “We fought for
       three years before any member of this ‘Alliance ever showed up
       to assist in this war. Where were you little Nanri while my
       people died by the hundreds of billions? While our planets were
       burned and other races wiped out in a genocide so thorough we
       cannot find the equal in our own histories? I can tell you were
       you were. You were hiding. Allies do NOT hide. EVER.” The large
       man’s voice thundered through the conference room on the last
       word.
       The room was dead quiet.
       #Post#: 3995--------------------------------------------------
       Re: THE Numerian Bar Fight (possible Canon?)
       By: Haegan2005 Date: November 15, 2015, 8:13 pm
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       "So the mighty Numerians know not where their intelligence came
       from? Well, it came from my people. We approached the Terrans
       with an offer to go behind the lines and gather vital
       intelligence on the enemy. Such as production, rate of growth,
       and resource extraction programs. Knowledge that a war cannot be
       won without. When was the last time a 'Mighty' Numerian
       volunteered to go onto an enemy planet, and come back alive? We
       do it all of the time! Something you mighty warriors cannot do.
       A war is won with all types of warriors. not just the ones who
       stand and fight!" Na-Rei was fuming with indignation.
       Silence reigned from the Numerian for several seconds, as if he
       were in deep thought. Suddenly he gave his head a nod. "Your
       intelligence gathering has been pivotal to the war effort, that
       point is not in doubt. However, as much as your intelligence
       gathering is welcome, we also need warriors who can stand up to
       the Dark Ones on the Battlefield.”
       "Na-Rei, you know the history of this conflict as well as I do.
       Except for the Terrans and Earth 2, the rest of the Galaxy stood
       by as we suffered from the assault of the Dark Ones. This has
       caused the Commonwealth to re-evaluate our dealings with the
       other Star Nations in this fight.”
       "To be blunt, we are unsure of who we can trust to continue the
       struggle until the Dark Ones are eliminated from the universe."
       Na-Rei just smiled. "Esin, you do not know how refreshing it is
       to speak with an honest, non-Terran, alien. My species was
       wedged in between the Tsak, Medians, Denevans and Atheri. Not a
       one of them could tell the truth, even to save their lives. So
       we have come to see everything that aliens tell us is a lie,
       designed to cheat us out of something.
       "This was my way of testing, to see if the the Numerian
       Commonwealth would be honest with us. I am happy to say that the
       Numerians are as forthright in their honesty as we have been
       told by Terrans.
       Now, whether or not you come to see us as equals, know this, in
       the eyes of this Nanri, whether you cling to your disdain for us
       or not, I know that the Commonwealth will still treat us with
       honesty. Moreover, that is the first step to truly becoming
       allies." Na-Rei said with a large twitch of his whiskers which
       was the Nanri equivalent to a smile.
       Esin looked at the Nanri impassively for several seconds,
       considering what had been said. “Then you understand why the
       Division will be here, even if it will be trained on other
       weapons when it leaves.”
       “Yes, I do.”
       “I am glad that we had this discussion,” Esin responds in an
       even tone.
       "Yes, it has been most enlightening," Na-Rei said with a huge
       twitch of his whiskers.
       Esin nods, then turns back to the other staff. “One of the
       proposals of our Battlefleet is to create general use troops
       with as wide a scope of skills possible. In essence this unit is
       being proposed as being able to fight as effective infantry
       using a new class of power armor that has become available to
       us. General Taller, you will be pleased to note that the battle
       system being integrated is in very many ways similar to the ones
       used by your infantry. In effect giving each soldier a
       battlefield awareness that we did not have before. While a
       similar system did exist for fleet units and ‘Big Iron’ units,
       this one has been extended considerably.”
       Major General Omar Al'Ha'Din, spoke up, the surprise in his
       voice readily apparent, “About time. You’ve been behind us in
       this critical area for centuries now. So when do we get to start
       integrating this with my infantry training?”
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