Novellus
02-17-2009, 06:09
Defense of Humanity: A Type IV Bartixian Alliance AAR
Long ago, in a distant universe in a distant time, there was a prosperous civilization, and ally to the famed Bartixioi faction. One day though, they were ruthlessly attacked by an opposing faction--- a mechanized army from another world. They entered the lands almost like the Hellenes in the myth surrounding the Great War of Troy. No one expected the infiltration by any enemy, let alone a mechanized one. The people had nowhere to turn. The armies of automatons marched slowly through the defenses, as though they were a phalanx breaking through masses of allied resistance. Unable to retreat, the armies began to withdraw to the final stronghold. Organization was beginning to fall, and ranks were broken. Buildings, as advanced as they were, set ablaze. The air was black with soot, and the debris suffocated all who would gasp for breath in the heat of battle. The Type IV Bartixian Alliance was beginning to fall. There was no relief force in site from their Homeland of Bartix. The only available soldiers for recruitment were regional units, many of whom did not even speak the same language as the Bartixioi, even though they were once kinsmen. The rest of the forces were leves, which were quickly routed in the beginning of the assault. Most of the Factional Bartixioi were in distant lands, unable to dispatch aide. The remaining defenders were on their own.
CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Private: Desert
Commander: Novellus
ACT I
Private:
Sir, the spambots have penetrated our outer perimeter! Sectors 1B-3D are not responding to our transmissions! Major Stern has been reported as wounded!
Your orders, sir!
Hey, that site doesn't even exist.
Commander:
Evacuate the casualties and man the defenses. The defenses at Sectors 1B-3D have been breached. Establish contact with HQ and prepare to call in an artillery strike.
Oh no! The strength of the Spambots has increased in numbers! We will soon be overrun!
Man the defenses!
Private:
But sir...we might hit our men that are still out there.
Everyone in the bunker loses their balance after something big detonates nearby
Commander:
If we wait any longer, there may be no men of ours to hit!
Acceptable losses!
Another artillery shell shakes the bunker. Machine guns blaze in the background:smg:
Get me those damned coordinates! All others, battle positions! :soapbox:
And someone get me some coffee! Is that seriously too much to ask for?
Private:
firm salute
Sir!
Runs out of the bunker to find a wireless set
Farther in the distance, someone yells out "Blast it! They've got flamethrowers! Someone get me a grenade!" in a rough sergeant-type voice.:furious3:
Commander:
The defenses have been breached! All units, target the commando units!
Make contact with Hax! It is time that these famous "special forces" from Bartix show their worth!
https://i331.photobucket.com/albums/l454/ttp091/999.jpg
And where is my coffee, Private?
Private:
Runs back in with a cup of coffee, panting for breath
A scout managed to radio the HQ as I arrived; he gave us the coordinates of their main positions. Unfortunately, he was killed in mid-broadcast, so we don't know their numerical strength. But the Imperial Task Force of Bartix should repulse them, leaving them trapped between artillery fire and the death rays. So we'll probably carry the day. Although losses seem to be heavy.
The commander taps his foot impatiently
Oh, and here's your coffee, sir.
A bullet flies in through the open doorway and shatters the cup
Everyone get down!
Commander:
Stares furiously at his shattered cup and burnt hands
They shall pay for this! Numerical strength does not matter.
We do not ask how many, but where they are!
More explosions go off in the background. Voices sound off in the background of panic and dismay
The soldiers are exhausted and wavering. They can't hold out much longer under this pressure. We may have to sally forth if Bartix does not arrive in time.:end:
Looks at the chaos of the battlefield, then at the Private
Pray that Hax and the Imperial Bartixioi arrive. It may already be too late.
Private, you have served me well. I have one final request for you:
Remember the day when Spambots took over.
How unprepared we were. How many suffered from our lack of awareness,
How many have fallen, and how many will fall.
This is the day where empires clash, and where destinies intertwine.
This is the day in which a new world will begin, a new era.
I pray that you remember this day for what it is.
Go, and live peacefully.
The world has no more need for the likes of me.
Commander grabs a prototype of the Bartixian Hyper-Death Ray, and looks at the battlefield again
It is time.
He runs into the fray, fighting valiantly aside his soldiers. The Private stares in awe of the spectacle, the twilight of man. The commander dies in the fray, fighting, as a true warrior would.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Live in a "Homeland" or "Subjugated" province. Otherwise, you may end up like the above story.
Act II
The events that took place before the Spambots invaded the lands paved the way for the glory of the Bartixioi faction. But it is in the days of following the death of Alexander, not of cruise missiles, automatic weaponry, and self-propelled artillery. The glory of Bartix's rise began millenia ago, beginning in the year 272 BC. It is at this point in time where a crossroads was reached, where nations rose to power, and others fell. Notably the Romani faction, a people far from the reaches of any of the peoples in this story who would have any interaction with, would rise to power and crush the mighty armies of the Ptolemaioi, Karthadastdim, and the countless others. No, the story of the Bartixioi began with humble beginnings, a small province under the banner of the mighty Arche Seleukia. They prospered peacefully as a people under the Type IV Alliance, retaining a form of their own identity. However, as the expenditures of the Seleukids began to burden the people of Bartix, unrest began to grow in force.
Pandotopoi, men who were once simple farmers, and the poor, took up arms and began to patrol their borders. Shopkeeps who had once held open colorful markets, selling the smoothest silk that could be bought for miles, had now migrated back into the Seleukid Empire to avoid the upcoming war looming on the horizon. Spears were leveled, and swords sharpened--- the Seleukid Empire was approaching the borders. The war of independence for the people of Bartix was now only twelve feet away, at the tip of a phalanx.
Characters: Who wants to be one?
https://i494.photobucket.com/albums/rr309/desertSypglass/RomeTW-ALX2009-02-1718-07-21-00.jpg
Long ago, in a distant universe in a distant time, there was a prosperous civilization, and ally to the famed Bartixioi faction. One day though, they were ruthlessly attacked by an opposing faction--- a mechanized army from another world. They entered the lands almost like the Hellenes in the myth surrounding the Great War of Troy. No one expected the infiltration by any enemy, let alone a mechanized one. The people had nowhere to turn. The armies of automatons marched slowly through the defenses, as though they were a phalanx breaking through masses of allied resistance. Unable to retreat, the armies began to withdraw to the final stronghold. Organization was beginning to fall, and ranks were broken. Buildings, as advanced as they were, set ablaze. The air was black with soot, and the debris suffocated all who would gasp for breath in the heat of battle. The Type IV Bartixian Alliance was beginning to fall. There was no relief force in site from their Homeland of Bartix. The only available soldiers for recruitment were regional units, many of whom did not even speak the same language as the Bartixioi, even though they were once kinsmen. The rest of the forces were leves, which were quickly routed in the beginning of the assault. Most of the Factional Bartixioi were in distant lands, unable to dispatch aide. The remaining defenders were on their own.
CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Private: Desert
Commander: Novellus
ACT I
Private:
Sir, the spambots have penetrated our outer perimeter! Sectors 1B-3D are not responding to our transmissions! Major Stern has been reported as wounded!
Your orders, sir!
Hey, that site doesn't even exist.
Commander:
Evacuate the casualties and man the defenses. The defenses at Sectors 1B-3D have been breached. Establish contact with HQ and prepare to call in an artillery strike.
Oh no! The strength of the Spambots has increased in numbers! We will soon be overrun!
Man the defenses!
Private:
But sir...we might hit our men that are still out there.
Everyone in the bunker loses their balance after something big detonates nearby
Commander:
If we wait any longer, there may be no men of ours to hit!
Acceptable losses!
Another artillery shell shakes the bunker. Machine guns blaze in the background:smg:
Get me those damned coordinates! All others, battle positions! :soapbox:
And someone get me some coffee! Is that seriously too much to ask for?
Private:
firm salute
Sir!
Runs out of the bunker to find a wireless set
Farther in the distance, someone yells out "Blast it! They've got flamethrowers! Someone get me a grenade!" in a rough sergeant-type voice.:furious3:
Commander:
The defenses have been breached! All units, target the commando units!
Make contact with Hax! It is time that these famous "special forces" from Bartix show their worth!
https://i331.photobucket.com/albums/l454/ttp091/999.jpg
And where is my coffee, Private?
Private:
Runs back in with a cup of coffee, panting for breath
A scout managed to radio the HQ as I arrived; he gave us the coordinates of their main positions. Unfortunately, he was killed in mid-broadcast, so we don't know their numerical strength. But the Imperial Task Force of Bartix should repulse them, leaving them trapped between artillery fire and the death rays. So we'll probably carry the day. Although losses seem to be heavy.
The commander taps his foot impatiently
Oh, and here's your coffee, sir.
A bullet flies in through the open doorway and shatters the cup
Everyone get down!
Commander:
Stares furiously at his shattered cup and burnt hands
They shall pay for this! Numerical strength does not matter.
We do not ask how many, but where they are!
More explosions go off in the background. Voices sound off in the background of panic and dismay
The soldiers are exhausted and wavering. They can't hold out much longer under this pressure. We may have to sally forth if Bartix does not arrive in time.:end:
Looks at the chaos of the battlefield, then at the Private
Pray that Hax and the Imperial Bartixioi arrive. It may already be too late.
Private, you have served me well. I have one final request for you:
Remember the day when Spambots took over.
How unprepared we were. How many suffered from our lack of awareness,
How many have fallen, and how many will fall.
This is the day where empires clash, and where destinies intertwine.
This is the day in which a new world will begin, a new era.
I pray that you remember this day for what it is.
Go, and live peacefully.
The world has no more need for the likes of me.
Commander grabs a prototype of the Bartixian Hyper-Death Ray, and looks at the battlefield again
It is time.
He runs into the fray, fighting valiantly aside his soldiers. The Private stares in awe of the spectacle, the twilight of man. The commander dies in the fray, fighting, as a true warrior would.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Live in a "Homeland" or "Subjugated" province. Otherwise, you may end up like the above story.
Act II
The events that took place before the Spambots invaded the lands paved the way for the glory of the Bartixioi faction. But it is in the days of following the death of Alexander, not of cruise missiles, automatic weaponry, and self-propelled artillery. The glory of Bartix's rise began millenia ago, beginning in the year 272 BC. It is at this point in time where a crossroads was reached, where nations rose to power, and others fell. Notably the Romani faction, a people far from the reaches of any of the peoples in this story who would have any interaction with, would rise to power and crush the mighty armies of the Ptolemaioi, Karthadastdim, and the countless others. No, the story of the Bartixioi began with humble beginnings, a small province under the banner of the mighty Arche Seleukia. They prospered peacefully as a people under the Type IV Alliance, retaining a form of their own identity. However, as the expenditures of the Seleukids began to burden the people of Bartix, unrest began to grow in force.
Pandotopoi, men who were once simple farmers, and the poor, took up arms and began to patrol their borders. Shopkeeps who had once held open colorful markets, selling the smoothest silk that could be bought for miles, had now migrated back into the Seleukid Empire to avoid the upcoming war looming on the horizon. Spears were leveled, and swords sharpened--- the Seleukid Empire was approaching the borders. The war of independence for the people of Bartix was now only twelve feet away, at the tip of a phalanx.
Characters: Who wants to be one?
https://i494.photobucket.com/albums/rr309/desertSypglass/RomeTW-ALX2009-02-1718-07-21-00.jpg