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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.
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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
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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!)
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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
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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."
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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
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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.
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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
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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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