NationStates Jolt Archive

Deep in one of the gigantic mountains that formed the Crown, the Imperial Senate convened. It was a wide, low-ceilinged room illuminated by a faint blue light in respect to the previous Empire's senate. Three long wooden tables seated the senators, with the prime minister and Emperor at a smaller table in front.
An electronic voice sounded throughout the room. "The meeting will now come to order," it said.
One thousand senators fidgeted in their seats.
The Emperor stood up. "You all know what this is about," he said. "Surely news of the new conquest has reached all of your countries - has it?"
Nods and mutters of assent filled the room.
"This new universe is many thousands of times the size of anything this Empire has faced before. Because of this, we will need many thousands of times more military. The point is, I am asking all of you to gather your levies and report to wherever the new Gate will be."
The room was silent.
A tall Protoss near the back of the room stood up. "Senator Darkan, S-Trantor," said the voice.
"Thank you," he said. "As you all know, I am the friend of my countrymen on Trantor. As such I am asking why ten trillion of their credits have been poured into this war already."
Gasps filled the room. Ten trillion? But of course this must be a drop in the bucket of the Empire's wealth.
The Emperor responded. "We needed an outrageous sum of money to get our best agents back, and you all know Gates are expensive. This Gate is about a hundred times the one you all used to get to the Crown."
Senator Darkan didn't sit down. "Your best agents?" he said. "Don't try and fool us. We all know that those precious pals of yours aren't what the comic books say."
A grizzled Orc in the left table stood up. "Senator Guoli Greathammer, L-New Draenor."
"I can vouch for these agents!" he shouted. "I have seen them fight! I have watched them face an army and win!"
"Calm down, Senator Greathammer!" yelled the prime minister.
"Sorry, sir." The big Orc saluted in what must have been habit and sat back down.
The tall Protoss leaned against the table. "Regardless of how well His Majesty's personal friends fight, the question is, is this new conquest worth it? We have been taking over new worlds for centuries. The Senate is ten times greater than it used to be. I myself have been astonished at how Trantor's economy improved once the Empire took over. But we are weary of constant war. Wouldn't it be grand if the Empire could be happy with itself if it did not own everything?"
A few unidentified mutterers softly agreed with the Senator.
"And are you sure we can win?"
This last statement negated all the rest of Darkan's arguments. What were citizens of the Empire without pride? They could win. They knew it. They always won. Sometimes they would lose battles, twice they had lost wars, but they would come back and win. This new universe was the Empire's greatest challenge yet. But they would win. They were sure of it.
A young-looking ottermaid stood up. Senator Hazel Dustbloom, G-Redwall Futura, the voice reported.
"We will win! We always win! If Darkan thinks we can't, so what? Have we ever lost a major war? Have enemy troops ever marched through the halls of the Crown? Have enemy starships docked at the Great Shipyard? No! And I approve unlimited funding for this new conquest!"
Cheers rang out. Senator Dustbloom and several other young senators broke out in the Imperial anthem. Once order was acheived, aides took the vote. It was 870-101 in favor of unlimited funding, with twenty-one abstaining and eight not present.
Senator Darkan looked genuinely worried.
Senator Dustbloom called an early Empire Day party.
The Emperor took a deep breath...

Near a temporary space station over the Imperial staging point on Leera, space-suited technicians and workers swarmed over a framework encompassing a large amount of nothing. Enormous machinery floated near the station, waiting for the time when they could be attached to the framework, releasing a huge burst of white energy and forever linking that space and another.
Near the center of the framework was a man in a civilian space suit watching the proceedings with interest. Another man in a military suit hovered next to him, talking excitedly.
"...you see, all this framework has to be in place before we drag the machines in or we just get a big glob of a gate that doesn't really go anywhere. We're taking a lot longer on this framework 'cause we need it to be a lot bigger and still have the same shape, see?"
The man in the civilian suit just smiled and nodded. He knew it all, of course, but it was still fascinating to hear another talk about it.
"See, we need this framework to be in an exact shape, down to the right micron, because we need to match it to the right universal signature. All universes have their own signature, and if we get another sig on the framework, it goes to another universe. It could go absolutely anywhere. Also we need to wait until the generators are at the right charge. With that much energy, the amount of microwatts are very prone to difference. We charge them at different speeds and when they exactly match, we zap 'em through the framework from opposite ends. The framework almost always gets destroyed, and the generators are worthless, but you've got yourself a Gate. The energy at exactly the right level on exactly the right framework makes a hole into another universe that you can't ever get rid of. And we're making the mother of all holes right here. Any questions?"
The man in the civilian suit shook his head. "No, I'm just wondering when you'll get it done."
The military man shrugged, a gesture of habit hidden by his suit. "I dunno. If all goes well, and the generators reach equality fast enough, two months, maybe five. If there's an accident, and those are pretty easy when you need as much precision as we do, maybe a year. It's hard to tell."
The Emperor, in a borrowed suit with no insignia, just smiled and nodded.
"Very well."

Across the enormous, multi-dimensional Empire, a call sounded. It was on the courier drones that took news to some. It was on the ansibles that took news to others. It was even on the crystal balls and dragon eyes that the more Ayewards of the Imperial subjects used.
It was the call that had not been sounded for more than fifty years.
It was the call to war.
Across the Empire, grand forces were mobilized. The autonomous Fleet, Army, and Air Corps gathered on the Air headquarters of Leera. The levies required by the independent senators were also called to that ocean world.
Soon, the Gate over Leera would be completed. Soon, the Empire could make a strike. Soon, it would be up against the greatest force it had ever had to fight...
Could they win? Of course they could. Every soldier in the Force knew it. But

Sorry, haven't finished that last one, and haven't spaced the paragraphs. But who wants me to attack them first?

(OOC: Looks like you put a bit of work into this. And from the looks of the RP, the person being attacked would get rolled over. And while I'm not totally opposed to losing, since only god-modders never lose, my nation is kinda an rl year older than yours, and quite advanced too...)

Tag- for destruction of the imperialist swine!!!!!

{Tagged by C. Facehugger for cool RPing, and use of intresting Blizzard races}

A rough, gelatinous pink substance blanketed the terrain. Far as the eye could see, there were pink mountains, capped with what may have once been snow- now, nothing but the pink substance, freezing up and becoming solid. In the distance, giant organs pumped as they spawned new, more deadly breeds for their vast armies. From the once-rich planet of Aiur, the Zerg had emerged. Before them had fallen over one million systems, and with each were hundreds of new races and species, waiting to be mutated, painfully transformed into a new member of the mindless army, responding only to one prime ruler. Larvae scuttled across the ground. Spine-laden drones emerged from their mining burrows with fresh, crystalline cells. Above loomed the behemoth overlords, giving their primitive commands to the drones, and to the newly-hatched Zerglings, screeching and screaming. 500,000 of them- they had hatched yesterday. Razor-limb sickles and jagged teeth, they had once been savage dune-runners, predators on their planet. They required little mutation, already a swift, deadly killing machine. Small, they were dangerous only in large groups, and were not very intelligent. A rank above them were the Hydralisks, with similar sickle-limbs and venomous, launchable spines. They snarled commands given to them by the behemoth Ultralisks, heavily armored, with hulking, bone-like scythes protruding from their forearms. Four bone-spiked legs thundered as they crashed upon the ground. Above soared symbiote-spewing Mutalisks, thickly-armored, acid-spitting Guardians, plasma suicide-bomber Scourges, and the Queens. Defilers lurked in shadows, munching on some Zerglings who the Overlords had deemed unworthy for the armies. The spawning rate had become unusual- the Overmind had felt something coming. Very big. Very fast.

((OOC: OK, you can have Aiur, it was never a major world of mine anyway.))
The Grand Fleet gathered around Leera. The most concentrated fleet of capital ships ever ammased by the Empire awaited the opening of the Gate.
The time for completion was drawing near. The time for what was probably the first universal war ever was fast approaching.
Those on the sidelines could only watch - and pray.
((Not attacking yet - I need about a half hour with Notepad :D ))

OOC: Sorry about Aiur, didn't know it was taken.

The Overmind's psyche seemed strangely disturbed. The Cerebrates had small amounts of independent thought left, carrying down orders from the Overmind through layers of other subordinates. The Cerebrates, however, were almost apart of the Overmind- not quite advisors but more the little voices in your mind that argue with each other, telling you what and what not to do. But this time they were silent. They sensed what the Overmind did. While not exactly psychic, the Overmind did have an uncanny sense of intuition- and thousands of years of war had taught it to sense danger. But now, a collection of minds that indeed was telepathic was near- but only in a strange sense. It may not have been telepathy but more that bond that two brothers have. The Protoss had come. The older brother to the Zerg swarms. The Protoss were the failed creations of the Xel Naga, given purity of essence. They nearly destroyed their creators. The Zerg, however, finished the job. The Xel Naga had created them with the purity of form.
'My older brothers... I am ready.'
And so, thousands of years of sibling rivalry would soon come to an enormous climax- only a few more minutes.

Across three galaxies, every creature was enormously tense, waiting for the signal. And suddenly- the nerves sprang, spines and sicles became ready, and the shrill cries of the Zerg armies could be heard even in the icy vacuum of space. Even one who did not understand their clicks, grunts, and screams would be certain that the Zerg were going to war.

OOC: Is this open for other Starcraft races? I'd love to RP as a Terran faction.

OOC: As long as no one else has taken it, I think that would be all right. You'll probably have to ask Roseway.

The website was slow
I clicked the reload button
A doublepost born

((OOC: Be whatever race you want. It's open for any kind of RP.))

The disposable space station was probably going to be used for as long as possible. A small city in orbit had sprung up around it as it housed the workers on the great Gate, and hundreds of entrepreneurs had found a home in it, for surely, after this new universe became a territory of the Empire, there would be trade?
The framework for the Gate was finished. The power stations had been dragged into place at either end of the oval, and were humming in anticipation of the time when they would be activated, sending a huge burst of white energy at light speed to meet at the center of the adamantium structure and twist the structure of space at that small area.
The Emperor, the Chiefs of Staff, and a few of the more powerful Senators reclined in one of the observation vessels and watched the fleet. It was gathered near the framework, as if the Gate would not last forever, and they wouldn't have time to go through.
An aide ran up to the Emperor. He whispered something in the great man's ear.
The Emperor sat up. "The Creeth Gate is under attack," he said. "Pirates. I don't know why."
The Creeth Gate, which led directly to Leera, was the most heavily guarded Gate in the Empire. Pirates would have to be insane to attack it.
The aide spoke up, now that he knew this wasn't classified. "They've broken through, sir."
The watchers' eyes turned towards Leera, glistening blue beneath them. A mushroom cloud bloomed near the north reef, where the continent had once been and now the Gate stood. Small yellow objects were zooming in past the explosion and heading for orbit. The imaging equipment reported in their status: fifty contraband Protoss Scouts, some rather heavily damaged, were headed directly toward the gate. The bioscan showed the standard fare, Mangalores and humans, the humans most likely Brigantes from central Africa.
The Scouts accelerated past the atmosphere and towards the glowing framework. The capital ships started firing, and Scouts began blowing up left and right, but there were just too many of them - they continued towards the Gate.
"Transcendentalists," said the Tolnep senator from Creeth. "They think that if they're on the framework at the exact same moment that the Gate is started, they will be pushed to some higher plane of existence."
"And are they?" said the Army Chief, a large Orc from New Draenor.
"I don't know, but they sure mess up the Gate. This won't be the first opening they've compromised."
Three of the Scouts, trailing blue smoke from dozens of holes, had managed to reach the framework. As the stunned onlookers watched, one was blasted away by a massive laser burst, and one fell apart from the strain of flying with so many holes, but one stayed on course. Just as the white energy flashed the universe into a bright silhouette, the Scout flew past the framework.
The pilot may have been sent to a better place. No one knew. His body and ship were incinerated immediately, and the Gate began to show very erratic signs...
The framework dissolved into the void, and there, where a hole into the Asteroid Belt should have been, three seperate holes stood, two flashing different scenes every few seconds, and one showing the familiar face of Jupiter.
"Send them through. Send them all through to Jupiter. Right now!" yelled the Emperor.
Before the ships reached the gate, it changed to a forest, air and trees blowing towards the vacuum. It started flicking different scenes like the other gates.

After nearly an hour, the Gates settled down and moved apart. The three holes, lined up above Leera, showed what appeared to be the bottom of a lake, water frozen around the gate, a sheet of solid rock leading who knows where, and a starscape, with only different constellations to tell it apart from empty space.
"Send them through the starry gate," said the Emperor. "Start with the cargo ships, then the capital ships."
Hundreds of huge cargos ships, containing troops, supplies, hospitals, and other infantric essentials slowly moved through. They hung around near the gate without moving - they could not go anywhere without an escort.
After the cargo ships were through, any onlooker could see an amazing sight - the fleet of a great Empire, painted in burnished gold, entering the site of a new conquest.
First came the Protoss Carriers, small in comparison to the other ships, but still a powerful force to be reckoned with. In each specially modified Interceptor bay lay twenty-four Interceptors, themselves painted gold.
Next were the Tolnep warships, huge and terrifying, their characteristic diamond-shaped bridges gleaming in the faint starlight. Bristling with gunports, the huge Terrify-class battleships were not a sight for the fainthearted.
When the Tolneps had gone through, Drej motherships started entering the universe, the blue energy once used by their race replaced by the more powerful white energy of the Empire. The planet-destroying energy burst was impossible, but even lone Drej motherships had a terrifying record.
After the Drej, the Yeerk pool ships swarmed in. The three characteristic tentacles almost glowed with the gold paint, and volunteer human and Hork-Bajir pilots guided them with balletic precision.
Finally came the largest part of the fleet, slow and stately. This was the combined fleet, made up of the best and the brightest minds in the Empire. Each ship, made by its crews, looked different, and all looked deadly. The mass of the combined fleet was double that of the rest of the fleet, and the number of ships was equal.
Behind those went the scragglers, small groups of capital ships from other races, not enough in number to merit a fleet of their own. Some may have looked familiar to the observers; others just looked strange.
The Universe itself may have held its breath while these stately angels of death moved through, for when the last ship, an ancient Colossus, had entered the unsuspecting world, the gates, one by one, went out of existence, and there was no evidence of the gargantuan fleet that had just gone through.
"Well," said the Emperor, anticlimatically, "looks like we're gonna have to try again..."

The fleet is through, though they know not where, and the Gate is compromised. The Emperor will enter this universe through the Roseway gate, but unless by some miracle the fleet finds a working transible, he will be completely cut off from a great part of his Empire's mobile power.

In a galaxy far away from an Empire they had never heard of, the Terran Dominion continued its stately march of progress. The Dominion had battled throuhg alien exploratory fleets, hostile humans, and years of insurrections and revolutions to become what it was today - a sprawling chain of interconnected worlds, trading partners and corporations, under the control of an Emporer and his military. The Dominion had been uncontested in rule over the sector for decades and had grown steadily more complacent in the absense of foes. The last pirste activity had occured over a decade ago and since, the military had expanded its influence and capability tenfold. The Dominion was a true power in the region, in name and state, it seemed the golden years of the Dominion were upon it. The Emporer was confident in his ability to rule, through might if necessary, and control the people under his reign.

Arcturus Megnsk looked out from his citadel over the sprawling city of New Tarsonis. He was pleased with the progress that he had made during his reign. The world was rebuilt from the ashes and stronger than it had ever been before. As he turned from the widnow he glanced over at the display screens, showing him his military fleet in orbit. Scores of the ageing Battlecruisers moved in formation with the newer Firespray-class warships. Clouds of Wraiths, Hellfire conbat drones, and Bird-of-Prey multi-role fighters flitted about the larger ships, running training exercises for a war they never thought would come. Nonetheless, they were always prepping for it, always ready to answer the call of duty. This was his power Megnsk thought, the power to command life or death. Military strength was supreme and allowed him his power. Soon, he thought, he would have one new and almost ultimate power. His Domination-class flagship, the Malice was only a month away from completion. This ship was truley the pinnacle of space combat engineering. It was capable of housing over 500 fighters as well as holding docking capabilities for capital ships, allowing for in flight refueling and repairs. This ship would make his fleet nearly perfect. He would not lose a battle with it. But the main feature was the massive untested Armageddon Laser that was arriving today. It had enough power to take down a capital ship's shields within 3 blasts. With it, he would dominate worlds.

Moving away from the screens, he sat at his desk, light by a single lamp. The dark wood reflected the light sloghtly, creating a cast across the desk. Megnsk moodily tapped the desk staring at a sticky note an aid had left there. He light a cigar slowly and pondered at the note's meaning. It held simple words "Ghosts acting starange, complaining of psychic ripples, what to do?" Megnsk knew that the Ghosts were the elite of his forces, assasins and spies that had allowed his rise to power. He also knew that most of them were highly skilled in telekinesis and telepathy, but he didn't like it. the fact that someone could listen to his thoughts unnerved him. But still, they were necessary, and their behavior was strange. If they sensed psychic ripples, something was up, but what could it mean. He had seen the psychic effects of the alien invaders, but they had not been seen for years. Megnsk tried to dismiss it, but something nagged at the back of his skull, a feeling of dread. This feeling - intuition perhaps? - gave him the sense that, despite the security of the dominion, his life was about to come crashing down around his ears. Acting on the impulse, he ordered the Dominion military to begin to gather its strength and again rear its head for the galaxy to see.

In a galaxy far away from an Empire they had never heard of, the Terran Dominion continued its stately march of progress. The Dominion had battled through alien exploratory fleets, hostile humans, and years of insurrections and revolutions to become what it was today - a sprawling chain of interconnected worlds, trading partners and corporations, under the control of an Emporer and his military. The Dominion had been uncontested in rule over the sector for decades and had grown steadily more complacent in the absence of foes. The last pirate activity had occurred over a decade ago and since, the military had expanded its influence and capability tenfold. The Dominion was a true power in the region, in name and state, it seemed the golden years of the Dominion were upon it. The Emporer was confident in his ability to rule, through might if necessary, and control the people under his reign.

Arcturus Megnsk looked out from his citadel over the sprawling city of New Tarsonis. He was pleased with the progress that he had made during his reign. The world was rebuilt from the ashes and stronger than it had ever been before. As he turned from the window he glanced over at the display screens, showing him his military fleet in orbit. Scores of the ageing Battlecruisers moved in formation with the newer Firespray-class warships. Clouds of Wraiths, Hellfire combat drones, and Bird-of-Prey multi-role fighters flitted about the larger ships, running training exercises for a war they never thought would come. Nonetheless, they were always prepping for it, always ready to answer the call of duty. This was his power Megnsk thought, the power to command life or death. Military strength was supreme and allowed him his power. Soon, he thought, he would have one new and almost ultimate power. His Domination-class flagship, the Malice was only a month away from completion. This ship was truly the pinnacle of space combat engineering. It was capable of housing over 500 fighters as well as holding docking capabilities for capital ships, allowing for in flight refueling and repairs. This ship would make his fleet nearly perfect. He would not lose a battle with it. But the main feature was the massive untested Armageddon Laser that was arriving today. It had enough power to take down a capital ship's shields within 3 blasts. With it, he would dominate worlds.

Moving away from the screens, he sat at his desk, light by a single lamp. The dark wood reflected the light slightly, creating a cast across the desk. Megnsk moodily tapped the desk staring at a sticky note an aid had left there. He light a cigar slowly and pondered at the note's meaning. It held simple words "Ghosts acting strange, complaining of psychic ripples, what to do?"
Megnsk knew that the Ghosts were the elite of his forces, assassins and spies that had allowed his rise to power. He also knew that most of them were highly skilled in telekinesis and telepathy, but he didn't like it. the fact that someone could listen to his thoughts unnerved him. But still, they were necessary, and their behavior was strange. If they sensed psychic ripples, something was up, but what could it mean. He had seen the psychic effects of the alien invaders, but they had not been seen for years. Megnsk tried to dismiss it, but something nagged at the back of his skull, a feeling of dread. This feeling - intuition perhaps? - gave him the sense that, despite the security of the dominion, his life was about to come crashing down around his ears. Acting on the impulse, he ordered the Dominion military to begin to gather its strength and again rear its head for the galaxy to see.

In a galaxy far away from an Empire they had never heard of, the Terran Dominion continued its stately march of progress. The Dominion had battled through alien exploratory fleets, hostile humans, and years of insurrections and revolutions to become what it was today - a sprawling chain of interconnected worlds, trading partners and corporations, under the control of an Emporer and his military. The Dominion had been uncontested in rule over the sector for decades and had grown steadily more complacent in the absence of foes. The last pirate activity had occurred over a decade ago and since, the military had expanded its influence and capability tenfold. The Dominion was a true power in the region, in name and state, it seemed the golden years of the Dominion were upon it. The Emporer was confident in his ability to rule, through might if necessary, and control the people under his reign.

Arcturus Megnsk looked out from his citadel over the sprawling city of New Tarsonis. He was pleased with the progress that he had made during his reign. The world was rebuilt from the ashes and stronger than it had ever been before. As he turned from the window he glanced over at the display screens, showing him his military fleet in orbit. Scores of the ageing Battlecruisers moved in formation with the newer Firespray-class warships. Clouds of Wraiths, Hellfire combat drones, and Bird-of-Prey multi-role fighters flitted about the larger ships, running training exercises for a war they never thought would come. Nonetheless, they were always prepping for it, always ready to answer the call of duty. This was his power Megnsk thought, the power to command life or death. Military strength was supreme and allowed him his power. Soon, he thought, he would have one new and almost ultimate power. His Domination-class flagship, the Malice was only a month away from completion. This ship was truly the pinnacle of space combat engineering. It was capable of housing over 500 fighters as well as holding docking capabilities for capital ships, allowing for in flight refueling and repairs. This ship would make his fleet nearly perfect. He would not lose a battle with it. But the main feature was the massive untested Armageddon Laser that was arriving today. It had enough power to take down a capital ship's shields within 3 blasts. With it, he would dominate worlds.

Moving away from the screens, he sat at his desk, light by a single lamp. The dark wood reflected the light slightly, creating a cast across the desk. Megnsk moodily tapped the desk staring at a sticky note an aid had left there. He light a cigar slowly and pondered at the note's meaning. It held simple words "Ghosts acting strange, complaining of psychic ripples, what to do?"
Megnsk knew that the Ghosts were the elite of his forces, assassins and spies that had allowed his rise to power. He also knew that most of them were highly skilled in telekinesis and telepathy, but he didn't like it. the fact that someone could listen to his thoughts unnerved him. But still, they were necessary, and their behavior was strange. If they sensed psychic ripples, something was up, but what could it mean. He had seen the psychic effects of the alien invaders, but they had not been seen for years. Megnsk tried to dismiss it, but something nagged at the back of his skull, a feeling of dread. This feeling - intuition perhaps? - gave him the sense that, despite the security of the dominion, his life was about to come crashing down around his ears. Acting on the impulse, he ordered the Dominion military to begin to gather its strength and again rear its head for the galaxy to see.

In a galaxy far away from an Empire they had never heard of, the Terran Dominion continued its stately march of progress. The Dominion had battled through alien exploratory fleets, hostile humans, and years of insurrections and revolutions to become what it was today - a sprawling chain of interconnected worlds, trading partners and corporations, under the control of an Emporer and his military. The Dominion had been uncontested in rule over the sector for decades and had grown steadily more complacent in the absence of foes. The last pirate activity had occurred over a decade ago and since, the military had expanded its influence and capability tenfold. The Dominion was a true power in the region, in name and state, it seemed the golden years of the Dominion were upon it. The Emporer was confident in his ability to rule, through might if necessary, and control the people under his reign.

Arcturus Megnsk looked out from his citadel over the sprawling city of New Tarsonis. He was pleased with the progress that he had made during his reign. The world was rebuilt from the ashes and stronger than it had ever been before. As he turned from the window he glanced over at the display screens, showing him his military fleet in orbit. Scores of the ageing Battlecruisers moved in formation with the newer Firespray-class warships. Clouds of Wraiths, Hellfire combat drones, and Bird-of-Prey multi-role fighters flitted about the larger ships, running training exercises for a war they never thought would come. Nonetheless, they were always prepping for it, always ready to answer the call of duty. This was his power Megnsk thought, the power to command life or death. Military strength was supreme and allowed him his power. Soon, he thought, he would have one new and almost ultimate power. His Domination-class flagship, the Malice was only a month away from completion. This ship was truly the pinnacle of space combat engineering. It was capable of housing over 500 fighters as well as holding docking capabilities for capital ships, allowing for in flight refueling and repairs. This ship would make his fleet nearly perfect. He would not lose a battle with it. But the main feature was the massive untested Armageddon Laser that was arriving today. It had enough power to take down a capital ship's shields within 3 blasts. With it, he would dominate worlds.

Moving away from the screens, he sat at his desk, light by a single lamp. The dark wood reflected the light slightly, creating a cast across the desk. Megnsk moodily tapped the desk staring at a sticky note an aid had left there. He light a cigar slowly and pondered at the note's meaning. It held simple words "Ghosts acting strange, complaining of psychic ripples, what to do?"
Megnsk knew that the Ghosts were the elite of his forces, assassins and spies that had allowed his rise to power. He also knew that most of them were highly skilled in telekinesis and telepathy, but he didn't like it. the fact that someone could listen to his thoughts unnerved him. But still, they were necessary, and their behavior was strange. If they sensed psychic ripples, something was up, but what could it mean. He had seen the psychic effects of the alien invaders, but they had not been seen for years. Megnsk tried to dismiss it, but something nagged at the back of his skull, a feeling of dread. This feeling - intuition perhaps? - gave him the sense that, despite the security of the dominion, his life was about to come crashing down around his ears. Acting on the impulse, he ordered the Dominion military to begin to gather its strength and again rear its head for the galaxy to see.

((OOC: I'm on Arizona time so my posts may be kinda funky, also the forum has been acting up on me and not working properly, so I'll post when I can.))

In a galaxy far away from an Empire they had never heard of, the Terran Dominion continued its stately march of progress. The Dominion had battled through alien exploratory fleets, hostile humans, and years of insurrections and revolutions to become what it was today - a sprawling chain of interconnected worlds, trading partners and corporations, under the control of an Emporer and his military. The Dominion had been uncontested in rule over the sector for decades and had grown steadily more complacent in the absence of foes. The last pirate activity had occurred over a decade ago and since, the military had expanded its influence and capability tenfold. The Dominion was a true power in the region, in name and state, it seemed the golden years of the Dominion were upon it. The Emporer was confident in his ability to rule, through might if necessary, and control the people under his reign.

Arcturus Megnsk looked out from his citadel over the sprawling city of New Tarsonis. He was pleased with the progress that he had made during his reign. The world was rebuilt from the ashes and stronger than it had ever been before. As he turned from the window he glanced over at the display screens, showing him his military fleet in orbit. Scores of the ageing Battlecruisers moved in formation with the newer Firespray-class warships. Clouds of Wraiths, Hellfire combat drones, and Bird-of-Prey multi-role fighters flitted about the larger ships, running training exercises for a war they never thought would come. Nonetheless, they were always prepping for it, always ready to answer the call of duty. This was his power Megnsk thought, the power to command life or death. Military strength was supreme and allowed him his power. Soon, he thought, he would have one new and almost ultimate power. His Domination-class flagship, the Malice was only a month away from completion. This ship was truly the pinnacle of space combat engineering. It was capable of housing over 500 fighters as well as holding docking capabilities for capital ships, allowing for in flight refueling and repairs. This ship would make his fleet nearly perfect. He would not lose a battle with it. But the main feature was the massive untested Armageddon Laser that was arriving today. It had enough power to take down a capital ship's shields within 3 blasts. With it, he would dominate worlds.

Moving away from the screens, he sat at his desk, light by a single lamp. The dark wood reflected the light slightly, creating a cast across the desk. Megnsk moodily tapped the desk staring at a sticky note an aid had left there. He light a cigar slowly and pondered at the note's meaning. It held simple words "Ghosts acting strange, complaining of psychic ripples, what to do?"
Megnsk knew that the Ghosts were the elite of his forces, assassins and spies that had allowed his rise to power. He also knew that most of them were highly skilled in telekinesis and telepathy, but he didn't like it. the fact that someone could listen to his thoughts unnerved him. But still, they were necessary, and their behavior was strange. If they sensed psychic ripples, something was up, but what could it mean. He had seen the psychic effects of the alien invaders, but they had not been seen for years. Megnsk tried to dismiss it, but something nagged at the back of his skull, a feeling of dread. This feeling - intuition perhaps? - gave him the sense that, despite the security of the dominion, his life was about to come crashing down around his ears. Acting on the impulse, he ordered the Dominion military to begin to gather its strength and again rear its head for the galaxy to see.

((OOC: I'm on Arizona time so my posts may be kinda funky, also the forum has been acting up on me and not working properly, so I'll post when I can.))

In a galaxy far away from an Empire they had never heard of, the Terran Dominion continued its stately march of progress. The Dominion had battled through alien exploratory fleets, hostile humans, and years of insurrections and revolutions to become what it was today - a sprawling chain of interconnected worlds, trading partners and corporations, under the control of an Emporer and his military. The Dominion had been uncontested in rule over the sector for decades and had grown steadily more complacent in the absence of foes. The last pirate activity had occurred over a decade ago and since, the military had expanded its influence and capability tenfold. The Dominion was a true power in the region, in name and state, it seemed the golden years of the Dominion were upon it. The Emporer was confident in his ability to rule, through might if necessary, and control the people under his reign.

Arcturus Megnsk looked out from his citadel over the sprawling city of New Tarsonis. He was pleased with the progress that he had made during his reign. The world was rebuilt from the ashes and stronger than it had ever been before. As he turned from the window he glanced over at the display screens, showing him his military fleet in orbit. Scores of the ageing Battlecruisers moved in formation with the newer Firespray-class warships. Clouds of Wraiths, Hellfire combat drones, and Bird-of-Prey multi-role fighters flitted about the larger ships, running training exercises for a war they never thought would come. Nonetheless, they were always prepping for it, always ready to answer the call of duty. This was his power Megnsk thought, the power to command life or death. Military strength was supreme and allowed him his power. Soon, he thought, he would have one new and almost ultimate power. His Domination-class flagship, the Malice was only a month away from completion. This ship was truly the pinnacle of space combat engineering. It was capable of housing over 500 fighters as well as holding docking capabilities for capital ships, allowing for in flight refueling and repairs. This ship would make his fleet nearly perfect. He would not lose a battle with it. But the main feature was the massive untested Armageddon Laser that was arriving today. It had enough power to take down a capital ship's shields within 3 blasts. With it, he would dominate worlds.

Moving away from the screens, he sat at his desk, light by a single lamp. The dark wood reflected the light slightly, creating a cast across the desk. Megnsk moodily tapped the desk staring at a sticky note an aid had left there. He light a cigar slowly and pondered at the note's meaning. It held simple words "Ghosts acting strange, complaining of psychic ripples, what to do?"
Megnsk knew that the Ghosts were the elite of his forces, assassins and spies that had allowed his rise to power. He also knew that most of them were highly skilled in telekinesis and telepathy, but he didn't like it. the fact that someone could listen to his thoughts unnerved him. But still, they were necessary, and their behavior was strange. If they sensed psychic ripples, something was up, but what could it mean. He had seen the psychic effects of the alien invaders, but they had not been seen for years. Megnsk tried to dismiss it, but something nagged at the back of his skull, a feeling of dread. This feeling - intuition perhaps? - gave him the sense that, despite the security of the dominion, his life was about to come crashing down around his ears. Acting on the impulse, he ordered the Dominion military to begin to gather its strength and again rear its head for the galaxy to see.

((OOC: I'm on Arizona time so my posts may be kinda funky, also the forum has been acting up on me and not working properly, so I'll post when I can.))

OOC: sorry bout the repeat posts, my comp kept telling me that nothing had been posted so I had to repost about 5 times. Machines acting up again - oh well.

((OOC: Repeat. Who wants me to attack them first?))

The sun's of Mar Sara beat down upon the battered shell of a forest-green Vulture. The shade it casted was small, but it was enough. At least for the man sitting in it.

His name was Raynor, Marshall James Raynor, and he had taken a moment to collect himself, and his thoughts. All around him, marines ran too and fro, with firebats and scvs dodging between the ranks. Goliats and Seige Tanks rumbled in packs. Where, Raynor did not know, or care to know.

Raynor sighed, dropping his head into his hands. Suddenly at his side, a cough was heard. It was Leira, his second-in-command of this rag-tag group. She was a ghost, and a damn fine one at that. Raynor never saw her coming.

"What is wrong, Commander?"

"Leira, please. Call me Jim, and I'm just a marshall. Not a commander."

Leira looks at Raynor for a moment without saying a word, and then continues.

Commander... Jim. Look, I know that Mengsk has given you orders to be ready to ship out at a moments notice... I also know that it has something to do with the psychic ripples I.. all Ghosts are experiencing. I just want to let you know that something big is going down, and whether you like it or not, you're going down with it.

Leira turned around and walked off. She stopped though, and turned around

"But I'm with you. We all are 100 per cent. remember that when the time comes."

Raynor watched as his Ghost second-in-command walked off. She was right. He was scared of the unknown, and this whole thing was very peculier. Whatever Mengsk was preparing for, it had to be big.

Raynor shook his head and dusted off his flightsuit. Whatever it was, Raynor supposed that he would learn in due course. Right now, he had a Battlecruiser to catch.

OOC: I'm taking a bit of liberty with Raynor's character. Here, he is still alligned with Mengsk. However, there may be a time when thjat alliance is not so... fruitful anymore :D

Megnsk stared at his progress screens, eyes flicking back in forth between readouts and data, troops movements, mustered numbers, local garrisons reporting in, it was all there. All of it, glorious, his army was assembling. Even though he did not know why or what he was responding to, he knew that it would need all of his cunning and force to bring down. One particular report piqued Megnsk’s interest as it flashed by. Megnsk brought it back and took a closer look. . . yes, it was Raynor’s group. That man had always been an enigma to Megnsk, never too late or too early, always charismatic and perpetually infuriating at the same time. However, this . . . man . . . this . . . Raynor, had proved to be a very effective ally when the fighting started. Raynor had mustered impressive number in a short time. It appeared that Mar Sara was making efforts at re-arming. Oh well Megnsk thought, let them, they will prove useful to me in this, whatever it is. However, should they prove too unruly, we can always “let” the enemy have their world, should that time approach. Megnsk knew that Raynor would stay with him as long as the pay was good and the enemy clear. But Megnsk also knew that Raynor had never forgiven him for the abandonment of Sarah Kerrigan in the final battles on Tarsonis. Sarah, the beautiful, but dangerous ghost that had ultimately proved too threatening to his power, and so, he had set her up to be. . .left behind.
Megnsk abandoned that train of thought and called up his secretary. “Jen, get me a line to Duke.”
“Sure thing Boss, patching through now.”

. . .
. . .

“Yes, this is Duke speaking, what is it?”
“Good to hear you’re still kickin round Duke, this is Megnsk.”
“Still running circles round the crew, what’s up chief?”

This was characteristic, Admiral Duke always wanted to know what was going on, even if he did have a good reason to. The most agile mind in the galaxy, even at 70, Duke was a master planner of military operations. He had, truly, seen it all.

“I’m trying to plan a system wide defense strategy and I was wondering what our options are at this point.”
“Well sir, to be perfectly frank, we can’t do it. Despite all the buildup and new ships we’ve had made, there are just too many worlds and moons as well as platforms to defend without being spread too thin. Your best bet, sir, would be to get production on the Malice finished up. With that, we can move the fleet away from Tarsonis to other regions. The Malice can take care of Tarsonis on its own.”
“Not the answer I wanted Duke, let’s work on it.”
“Sure thing, I’ll be in round 1300 tomorrow, we can meet then, Duke out.”
. . .
“Jen, get a line to Raynor, I need him to move his force into orbit around Mar Sara, get some picket lines up and start moving scouts out into the system. Also tell him that I need to speak with him, we need to discuss his leading some of the new Storm fighters on training runs. . .”

((OOC: Roseway, I opened up the door for you to begin the attack. We'll roleplay from that. Valient - glad to have you aboard for the ride as Raynor's faction.)

((OOC: I think that my realm will contain the Zerg and that a few other planets will be primitive worlds that have not yet realized space travel. Maybe they will be the realms of Diablo.))

The Overlords were now slave ships. Each one had a few hundred monsters in their holding sacs. Bogeymen, gargoyles, demons, undead, and countless unholy monsters had been loaded in. Adventurers were trapped inside, the Rogue Clans, Sisters of the Sightless Eye. Assassins from the ancient policing clans, Sorcerers following the Magi's teaching, lone warriors, barbarians, necromancers. Amazons and paladins completed their ranks. They were warriors to be reckoned with- a few hundred or even thousand of each kind. They could take down a few Protoss squads, and the Zerg would accept any aid- even aid they had forced.

OOC: I know this is slightly late, but this story is really interesting, and although there is already 2 terran factions, can the UED have any part in this, or even a lone science Ship?

OOC: I'd say bring the UED into it. Prolly should ask Roseway. but they said that its an open RP and any race is welcome. Just have fun and be creative.

Alright, I'll be back later, Here in NB it's 7:52 AM and I got to get going

((OOC: Wow. This is some pretty good RP. Anyway, I wasn't intending on making this a Starcraft RP, but that would still be cool... OK, two Drej motherships, a buttload of Carriers, and some Tolnep ships wound up in the Koprulu Sector. I'll tangle with the Terrans, then notice Excelsioria's Aiur, and with the egging-on of the horrified Protoss in my fleet, take on him.
By the way, does anyone want to play Artanis, Zeratul, or Kerrigan? And Toronto, you can be anything. Anything. As long as it's not on a scale like mine; if you do that you have to do what I did RPwise.))

Marshall Raynor had just lifted off from the Ypres Launchbay in his Tear of Mar Sera Battlecruiser when he recieved an incoming message warning. Sighing, he flipped open the comm channel on his front viewscreen. It was Liera, in the captain's chair of the Ghost Of Mar Sera, her own Battlecruiser.

"*Sigh* Yes, Liera?"

"Marshall, we recieved word from New Tarsonis. Mengsk wants a picket line drawn up around Mar Sera. He wants the majority of our forces into orbit."

"Why the hell would he want that? This is Mar Sera for christ's sake. It's nothing but a rock...
"Mengsk, you maggot. What are you planning, and what does it have to do with me?"

"Pardon, sir?"

"Nothing. It's... nothing. Anything else from Tarsonis?"

"Yes, two things: Mengsk requests you send scouts into the system, and he requests an audience with you."

"Is he still there?"

"Yes."

"All right. I can play this his way. Scramble three scout groups. The usual: 6 Wraiths, 6 Valkyries and a Science Vessel. Then patch me through to Mengsk."

Raynor felt more than saw the scout groups take off from the Ypres. If there was one thing he valued, it was his duty as a soldier. He could follow orders, even if they didn't sit so well with him. If there was a limit to this, he hadn't ran into it yet...

"Marshall, Mengsk is on line."

"Thank you, Liera... Hello Arcturus, you're looking well..."

"Where's the fleet?"
Heads turned in the bridge of the Imperial Tolnep battleship Sheer Raving Horror as Doubleadmiral Safereter Schamm spoke the question that was on all of the officers' minds.
"Uh, we don't know," said an otter hunched over a control panel. "We just know that we, along with twelve other Tolnep ships, about thirty Protoss ships, and two Drej ships came with us. This system has two inhabitable planets, both blasted to the bedrock, but one shows substantial activity."
The doubleadmiral said some Tolnep swearword under his breath. "...shmvvetr... take us to the inhabited one. We'll attempt to make peaceful contact, and see if anyone has a transible."

OOC: Since this is an open RP I might as well test out my weapons ships here. But it will be mostly skirmishes so not to worry I wont have any huge battles in which to decimate you all in <wink>.

IC: Spectral probes detected a huge disturbance in the warp energy, something that has not been felt in centuries. And immediately the ELDAR knew, … war has come. On the BIEL-TAN Craftworld the aspect worriers began to assemble, age-old armor was put on, weapons were dusted off, and a call to war called everyone near. Standing upon the podium Rebaris the Destroyer waited for his brethren to assemble. Slowly they gathered, hundreds, thousands answering his call. Smiling he let out a ground-shattering roar “TO WAR!!!”

OOC: an Eldar fleet has been dispatched to the “Empires” wormhole, they are equipped with spectral shielding and are nearly undetectable. To anyone who does not know the Protos are a rip off of the Eldar, and are an ancient race beyond imagining. <Making the story short very old ruled the galaxy at a point, huge disaster only a few eldar left.>

Oops! :oops:

:?
One thing:
With the force I am sending through, I could whip any Eldar, so don't get cocky about trying to beat me.
Another:
My portal (NOT wormhole) does not produce a "massive disturbance" in the "warp energies." If they did, you would have detected one already, the original Roseway Gate.
Another:
That sort of sucked, could you be more informative and less action-packed right now please?
Yet another:
Don't you dare insult the Protoss. They aren't ripoffs, and if they were, there's no way they were ripped off of Tolkein (only usage of the word Eldar I'm allowing).
Still more:
If you don't get with it and go with the intention, you can get off my thread. The intent of this thread is to introduce NS to a power beyond anything they have ever seen, for me to rule for a while, then get my butt kicked and withdraw AFTER the RP world has united against me. This has a general storyline. Right now it's about Starcraft, but others are free to come in and RP with me in any fiction they choose.
A final thing:
Did you READ the first three posts?

OOC:
One thing:
With the force I am sending through, I could whip any Eldar, so don't get cocky about trying to beat me.

ok I agree, and I was joking when I said I have “ubber, huge, invulnerable” fleet so… ok.

My portal (NOT wormhole) does not produce a "massive disturbance" in the "warp energies." If they did, you would have detected one already, the original Roseway Gate.
good point… if you would allow then I would like to change my post to…

“Spectral probes detected a huge disturbance in the warp energy, something that has not been felt in centuries.” Or the horrible accident that has happened with your gateway.

Another:
That sort of sucked, could you be more informative and less action-packed right now please?

Ye sorry bout that… just trying to get a feel for a character that I will be role playing in another RP later on this week and he is kind oh hotheaded (IE: horrible death to his beloved during battle against humans can post links to the fluff on him), so he just wants to charge and fight.
Informative… em ok… from how far back should I start? Or can I just say that a special probe from across the known universe has picked up an unknown disturbance similar to one that has nearly destroyed the Eldar race? And the Eldar now want to prevent the same thing from happening again as it did long ago (cataclysm death to everything, berth of chaos gods).

Don't you dare insult the Protoss. They aren't ripoffs, and if they were, there's no way they were ripped off of Tolkein (only usage of the word Eldar I'm allowing).

Insulting me??? <looks around> no I was not, but from what I know they were a rip of off Warhammer, now I don’t know that for sure, in fact no one know what has happened but it does look like it, doesn’t it? Now I don’t really want to get into an argument about that here, so if you are willing to let this go so will I, and I will not use more Warhammer stuff just the name and the fluff that I will be making up during THIS RP.

Still more:
If you don't get with it and go with the intention, you can get off my thread. The intent of this thread is to introduce NS to a power beyond anything they have ever seen, for me to rule for a while, then get my butt kicked and withdraw AFTER the RP world has united against me. This has a general storyline. Right now it's about Starcraft, but others are free to come in and RP with me in any fiction they choose.
A final thing:
Did you READ the first three posts?
Em.. ok that was what I was planning to do… destroy your RP completely with my action packed story…………… seriously if I wanted to destroy your RP I would have posted the dictionary 4-5 times. And ok I don’t want much to do with fighting you or anyone I will again say that I will be using this as fluff for another character to tie into 1 possibly up to 3 other RP that will start soon. Now I wont be doing much fighting, and I will try not to disturb the general story line, all I want is a skirmish to advance/establish my weapons and character. And yes I read the first 3 post, even the 5 double posts <shakes had at waited time>

Now if you still have a problem I will edit out my posts and lave you alone. And if not then all you have to do is say so… but just be warned that I am drunk!!! And posting from my computer takes 10-20 minuets at best so I have LOTS OF TIME TO THINK… em… never mind… but as I said if you want me to lave I will.

OOC:
One thing:
With the force I am sending through, I could whip any Eldar, so don't get cocky about trying to beat me.

ok I agree, and I was joking when I said I have “ubber, huge, invulnerable” fleet so… ok.

My portal (NOT wormhole) does not produce a "massive disturbance" in the "warp energies." If they did, you would have detected one already, the original Roseway Gate.
good point… if you would allow then I would like to change my post to…

“Spectral probes detected a huge disturbance in the warp energy, something that has not been felt in centuries.” Or the horrible accident that has happened with your gateway.

Another:
That sort of sucked, could you be more informative and less action-packed right now please?

Ye sorry bout that… just trying to get a feel for a character that I will be role playing in another RP later on this week and he is kind oh hotheaded (IE: horrible death to his beloved during battle against humans can post links to the fluff on him), so he just wants to charge and fight.
Informative… em ok… from how far back should I start? Or can I just say that a special probe from across the known universe has picked up an unknown disturbance similar to one that has nearly destroyed the Eldar race? And the Eldar now want to prevent the same thing from happening again as it did long ago (cataclysm death to everything, berth of chaos gods).

Don't you dare insult the Protoss. They aren't ripoffs, and if they were, there's no way they were ripped off of Tolkein (only usage of the word Eldar I'm allowing).

Insulting me??? <looks around> no I was not, but from what I know they were a rip of off Warhammer, now I don’t know that for sure, in fact no one know what has happened but it does look like it, doesn’t it? Now I don’t really want to get into an argument about that here, so if you are willing to let this go so will I, and I will not use more Warhammer stuff just the name and the fluff that I will be making up during THIS RP.

Still more:
If you don't get with it and go with the intention, you can get off my thread. The intent of this thread is to introduce NS to a power beyond anything they have ever seen, for me to rule for a while, then get my butt kicked and withdraw AFTER the RP world has united against me. This has a general storyline. Right now it's about Starcraft, but others are free to come in and RP with me in any fiction they choose.
A final thing:
Did you READ the first three posts?
Em.. ok that was what I was planning to do… destroy your RP completely with my action packed story…………… seriously if I wanted to destroy your RP I would have posted the dictionary 4-5 times. And ok I don’t want much to do with fighting you or anyone I will again say that I will be using this as fluff for another character to tie into 1 possibly up to 3 other RP that will start soon. Now I wont be doing much fighting, and I will try not to disturb the general story line, all I want is a skirmish to advance/establish my weapons and character. And yes I read the first 3 post, even the 5 double posts <shakes had at waited time>

Now if you still have a problem I will edit out my posts and lave you alone. And if not then all you have to do is say so… but just be warned that I am drunk!!! And posting from my computer takes 10-20 minuets at best so I have LOTS OF TIME TO THINK… em… never mind… but as I said if you want me to lave I will.

“. . . Raynor, good to see you’re well. I have a special task I would like you to perform. I want you, with a few other chosen men to take out some of the new storm fighters that I’ve sent over. They should perform admirably. I believe you are the best qualified for the duty. I’ve also ordered your fleet into orbit because I may need them to move to a new location momentarily. They will need to drop ground forces quickly and efficiently. Also, have groups 2 and 4 prep for some light mock combat. I am sending some officers over from my personal staff to observe how effective your fleet is. Treat these as standing orders until further notified. . . And Raynor, I’m countin on you to get this done.

“Yes. . .sir. Raynor out.”

Megnsk stared at the dark screen for a moment before turning away from it and regarding the grizzled old man staring back at him from a seat behind the desk. Dressed in a faded suit that resembled a Battlecruiser commander’s, Duke stared back calmly taking in Megnsk’s posture, measuring him in only the way Duke could. The two used to debate strategy endlessly, moves and countermoves. Like a game of chess, but with real ships. Their games used to put the military through more paces in a day than any sane commander would do in a month. These games had petered out as Duke got older, but the result had still lingered, the finest and most crack military in the galaxy.

“Duke, what can we do about this?”

“The answer is not much Arcturus, we just don’t have the numbers that we need to maintain that much of a hold over the galaxy. Fortunately, your flagship will be done soon, but until then, we will be required to keep at least a few battle groups around Tarsonis proper.”

“Okay, how about moving the 3rd and 6th battle groups out towards New Gettysburg. Then we take the 6th, 8th, and 17th infantry divisions out and place them there, backed by the 57th and 110th armored as well as the 101st and 516th airborne divisions. Then move the 6th battle group outside of Tarsonis proper and leave them on high alert. This would leave the 1st, 10th, 15th, and 20th battle groups above Tarsonis as well as 10 full infantry divisions, 6 armored, and the full 10 airborne divisions from the battle groups.”

“Sounds feasible boss, do it.”

“Why don’t you do it Duke, I’m asking you to resume command of the Tarsonis orbital fleet and prepare defense.”

A smile crept across Duke’s face, it was just like the old days, Duke thought. He was glad to be back. “Sure thing boss, I’d be more than happy to.”

Megnsk turned and looked out the window, staring at his domain in thought. Several minutes passed without a word. Duke quietly grunted and prepared to take his leave. Megnsk stopped him with a tired sigh, issued from behind the high backed chair.

“What is it boss?”

Light slipped through the windows, illuminating patches of the dark room. Megnsk turned back to Duke, looking worn and tired. Something was obviously on his mind. “Duke, two days ago, we received long range contact from an unknown vessel. It was a foreign design and had technology we’ve never seen it before. We don’t know what to do about it how to respond. We sent a ghost out in a wraith to take a look. The ship returned on autopilot, the ghost was dead. It’s like those damn Protoss or Zerg all over again, but completely unlike them. That’s why I’m deploying the military and trying to run through all the possibilities. I need to know what to do.”

“Do what you can chief, it seems your doing fine. Keep the scouts out, keep our guard up. You gunna tell Raynor bout this?”

Megnsk considered for a moment, “Not yet. He doesn’t know but the training run I sent him on goes to the last place we had contact with this vessel. I know its putting him in harm without his knowledge, but I think he can handle himself. Plus those new Storm fighters are rather impressive in simulations. I need a real test on them.

Megnsk turned his chair back around to look out the window and contemplate his next move. Duke quietly rose and took his leave, destined towards a new command and new action. It was a new challenge, something he looked forward to with great eagerness.
As he left, Megnsk allowed himself a tired sigh. He knew Duke could handle it, but he had not told the old man everything. Megnsk knew that there had also been a message. It was a robot drone, with the message repeating over and over again.



Bow before the will of the Empire. The Empire will Conquer all. Prepare for the arrival of the new order, or prepare to be destroyed. It is the will of the Empire. Bow before the will. . .

After the crushing defeat of their last attept to gain control of the Terran Dominion, the UED decided that it would try a more diplomatic approach to harnessing the power of the Mar Sara Colonies.

The going thought was, Perhaps this Megnsk, whom they had done battle with before, would be controlled through Money, or other deals, but it was not likely, this is why they had decided to send another force out to the Terran Dominion, but this time, perhaps Megnsk would be more talkative.

*A battle group consisting Three Battlecruisers, followed by a small group of Dropships filled with marines, with 2 science ships trailing behind emerged into the Fringe of the Terran Dominon, the entire fleet was protected by a swarm of fighters, 3 squads of them, but overall, the force wasn't overly large.*

The UED fleet arived after the long journey through Space, and as the officers awoke from Cryosleep, they realized they were not in the Sol system anymore. Of course they had been breifed, but nothing could compare to the complete alienation they felt when they entered the system, it felt as if they already were not welcome. But they pressed on.

On the trip there, sensors had picked up a strange enery spike originating from somewhere in this Area, as the officers were informed of this discovery from the computer, suspiciouns arose that perhaps this Dominion was doing more than they had originally been breifed on. These Opinions were kept at bay though, they all knew what happened to the last fleet that was sent here, Decimated, by the Zerg, a horrible end. But this time if they played thier cards right, perhaps they may stand a chance, as they try to stake out Earth's rightful claim on the entirety of the New Dominion.

As they headed toward Tarsonis, the Crew's couldn't shake a feeling of Dread, as if they were walking into a void of no return, most were afriad the reception of the Dominion would be less than friendly, but some flet it was the presience of a much larger power.....

Nevertheless, the stayed on course, deeper into the system.....

Marshall James Raynor could only think of one thing when he saw the assembled dozen storm fighters:

"Mensgk, you bastard.

The storm fighters were sleek, first class, and leaps and bounds ahead of the ships he had under command. Even better than the Valkeryes he requistioned just a few months prior.

As he walked up to the lead fighter, the pilot jumped out of the cockpit.

"Marshall? I'm Captain Nathan King. I trust that you have been briefed before we arrived?"
"Yes, Captain. So what is the purpose of this training flight, again?"

"Shakedown sir, nothing more."

"All right. Be prepared to leave within the hour."

Just under 45 minutes later, Raynor found himself back in the pilot seat of the Tear of Mar Sera. He had arranged that himself and the storm fighters would be escorted by a small fleet, comprised of another dozen Wraiths, a half-dozen Valkeryes and a Science Vessel. It may have been a tad much for a shakedown cruise, but something didn't feel right about the mission. It turned out, Liera had the same feelings.

"Ghost of Mar Sera to Tear of Mar Sera."

"Tear of Mar Sera. What's up, Liera?"

"Marshall, I just wanted to wish you good luck, and... be careful. I can't explain it, but I'm getting wierd vibes again, and they have to do with you.
"Are you sure you won't let me take over for you?"

"No, Liera. Mensgk gave me my orders, and I intend to follow them. Besides. I'll be fine: I've got the finest fighters in the quadrent here. As well, I need you to finish up preperations here. Get the rest of our fighters off-planet and into orbit. Tarsonis is sending over some officers to see hopw efficient we are, and there is no one else I'd rather have overseeing things while I'm gone."

"All right, but be careful... Jim."

As the small fleet took off from the Ypres Launchbay, Raynor looked out west. The suns of Mar Sera had just started to rise over the Tiberius Mountain Range, and glinted off the metal canopy of the Battlecruiser. He sighed, and turned back to the star map which pointed out where they were heading. It was a far-off portion of the quadrant, too far for a normal shakedown

"All right, Mengsk, what is it about this area that intirgues you so much, and why send your brand-new fighters out for a look?"

Raynor had many questions, but few answers. In due time, whether he liked it or not, he would get them.

***************

Back on Mar Sera...

"Commander?"

"Yes, lieutenant. What is it?"

"Sensor Arrays are picking up signatures of a fleet of ships heading for Tarsonis. They appear to be... UED!"

"UED? What the hell are they doing there? Send a message to Tarsonis, high priority.
"Warn them the UED are back..."

((OOC: Sorry, Eldar. I didn't mean to rant, you just looked so... I hate to use the word n00bish, but that's what you seemed... this is for people that want to have fun and write creatively, not win at all costs, and if you want to develop your characters in my thread, by all means, go ahead.))

Two Drej fighters, their usual brilliant whiteness replaced by a Fleet gold color, launched from one of the motherships. There was a brief flare as they passed lightspeed, followed by another flare as they returned, somewhere near Chau Sara.
An orbital station, built almost a century ago by some of the first settlers in the system, creakily moved around Chau Sara. It served as a docking station for the brave miners that would go among the blasted ruins and find the resources locked in solid rock that had not been destroyed by the Protoss in the first great Brood War.
The Stinger assigned to carry out the mission had a hard time finding a place to dock, and finally just lodged itself in the side of the station. Its pilot climbed through the solid-energetic wing into a nondescript hallway while the companion Stinger just waited outside.

Phil Dougan, itinerant prospector, slumped off his barstool. It was nearly four in the morning, ship time, and he was very, very drunk, very, very tired, and very, very in need of a bladder purge.
He crawled back to his feet and swerved to the hall. As he was opening the washroom door, he saw something that negated his urinal needs...

http://www.ifrance.com/pourlessims/Murales/Drej.jpg
Feral Drej, note the blue color, characteristic of that breed

The anonymous Drej pilot stared impassively at the human passed out on the floor. The human looked very low-class, probably a slave worker, and besides, he was intoxicated. The pilot had been given memories of intoxicated humans on the briefing, but had not had the chance to see one up close. It was the most pathetic thing the golden humanoid had ever seen.
It started back down the hallway and found a door, swinging shut. As it jogged to the portal, the door clicked the click of a door firmly shut and not wanting to be disturbed.
The pilot, examining a door, found no familiar handles, and since it had no time for its usual trial-and-error problem solving, it simply raised an arm, now shaped like a blaster, and blew a hole right through the door.

Kev Dougan, Phil's younger brother and business partner, leaned back and yawned. It was getting kind of late. Nothing was happening tomorrow, of course, since Phil was probably out cold in the bathroom, but Kev loved to sleep. He set down his drink and got up, sensing the liquid-waste urge that had plagued alcohol-imbibing humans ever since alcohol was invented. "Maybe I better follow Phil into the bathroom," he mumbled as he lurched toward the door.
The door rocked as a circular hole melted into it from the other side. Kev got a glimpse of a golden face, probably a helmet, as the door fell over from the creature's kick...
"Muh... buh..." Kev stared in astonishment as the creature walked into the room, looked around, and headed for the exit.

The pilot kicked the door down, the total door mass more than halved by the energy blast, and walked into a dark room, with a few humans sitting over a long table set in the floor, and an ancient screen in the corner showing pictures of human females in various ridiculous activities.
It walked into the room and looked for exits. There was the improved door lying in wreckage from where the Drej had come from, a door behind the table probably leading to alcohol, and another door opposite the improved entrance.
The Drej walked to the unimproved door, improved it, and went into the hall beyond.

Kev stared as the creature walked to the hubward door and blasted it. His hands were shaking as he pulled some adrenaline/anti-alcohol quick-response black market pills from his coat pocket, and he said a quick prayer to Bilious, the Oh God of Hangovers, as he popped two down his throat.
Suddenly the room swung into solid opacity, and everything was horribly clear. Kev stood in an extremely ugly room, watching a golden alien that looked like a skeleton with a helmet walk away from him.
He drew his sidearm. "Intruder!" he shouted, and his respect for his fellow men dropped several points when no one responded, except for an old man yelling at him to shut up. The alien paid Kev no mind.
"You hold it right there!" he shouted at the alien. It turned around, looked at him as one would look at a four-year-old waving a toy gun, and returned on its ineffable walk through the corridor.

The pilot heard a shout behind it. It looked at the human waving a small projectile gun and marveled at the stupidity of that race.

((To be continued...))

As the UED Fleet neared Tarsonis, they became aware on how the Dominion fleet had been ravamped, with some newer ships classes that they had never seen before.

Admiral Gubenhiem thought to himself Newer ships!!?! why wasn't I breifed on this! But then again, it may have been developed since we left Earth, it does take several months to get here...This could leave us at a disadvantages, but then again, the goal here was Diplomacy

He Opened a Comm on what they hoped was still the General Terran Command Line, so that the Higher ups would here, and not all the grunts working in the belly of those Steel Beasts. Of course, they were running off codes they recived the last time they entered an agrement with the Dominion, so they proboly had changed them by now, but it was still worth a try.

General Command Comm: This is Admiral Gubenhiem *His voice laced with a slight German Accent* of the UED 2nd Expiditionary Fleet, we have arrived in this Sector in hopes that we can put aside our misgivings, and open diplomatic negotiations. /End Comm

He could only start like that, God knows what they might respond with, plus he kept it short, he didn't wan't to sound like a puffed up Buerocrat gone commander....

“My Emperor! Urgent News!”

Nade came running up to Megnsk at what could only be classified as a full-blown rush. Nade was waving some scrap of paper that appeared to be very important to the young man. Never mind the fact that Nade had just interrupted his snack, Megnsk took the urgency to heart and prepared himself for news. The scrap of paper was small, not unlike other noted he had gotten, but the message it carried was worth the interruption.

UED fleet contacted in system. Attempting Diplomatic Contact. General Gubenheim. Large fleet, second force. Take action.

Megnsk sprang to his feet and sprinted out of the room with a speed that betrayed his size. He ran full bore down to his personal shuttle bay. “Get me up to the Malice!” he screamed at the startled flight crew. They did as he wished, with extraordinary speed. Within one half hour, he was up and inside his new toy, new power, the Malice.
The Malice was truly the greatest capital ship ever invented, it was 2.3 kilometers long and sleek. Over 200 ATS/ATA cannons defended it as well as the center piece, the Armageddon laser that had proved so effective in all training runs. It was a beauty, and it was all Megnsk’s.
“Commander, patch me through to this Admiral Gubenheim.”

“Yes sir, establishing link.”
. . .
. . .

“Admiral Gubenheim, this is Arcturus Megnsk, welcome to the Korpulu sector. Your predecessor did do so well here, against the Zerg. . .or me. What is it you wish from us?” . . .

* * *
General Duke had been slowly collecting his forces for several weeks now, although it had seemed an eternity. In that time, Raynor had departed on his shakedown flight, and the Malice had been completed. Boy, would Duke have loved to command that ship. Duke’s own ship, Norad IV was an ageing Battlecruiser. It was true that he had his choice of ships from the fleet; he could have picked the larger and better armed Kiss of Fate, a Firespray class vessel. But no, he preferred the battered old Battlecruiser; it was where he felt at home. Duke’s force had finished meeting at the rallying point just over 6 hours ago, and now they were ready to make the micro-jump to a training sector, where he would wait and practice. His force consisted of 2 Firespray’s 10 Battlecruisers, and all the fighters and troops that accompanied the larger ships. The ships rumbled forward and moved into formation.

“Helmsman, make jump on my mark. Three. . .two. . .one. . .Mark!”

Almost as one, 12 enormous ships lept forward, streaked, then disappeared.

Exactly 21/2 seconds later, the same group of ships re-appeared in normal space, 5 light-years from their starting point. As the ships began to turn and begin long-range systems scans, an anomaly appeared. On Duke’s screen, just above ship diagnostics, a readout appeared. It was a fleet of other ships, roughly 30 of them. Not of any make he had seen, UED or Terran faction. As the ships turned to face his small force, Duke stared in shock.

“What the hell are those?!”
. . .

OOC: Roseway, what race are you RPing as? Protoss, or this Drej, and where is your side of the story going? :wink:

((OOC: In the Koprulu Sector, mostly Protoss and Tolnep, with Drej used for scouting because they're cheap.))

Floating in the Asteroid Belt, lost in the safe anonymity of outer space, a huge construction project hovered. It was some one hundred miles from the planetoid of Roseway, the megacity on an asteroid.
It had been shipped to that universe in seperate parts, and had already taken the shape of a huge sphere. It glinted with reflected starlight on its ebon surface.
It was made of some very simple-looking fairy-metal circuits suspended in a blackrock globe, and a few microchips hundreds of thousands of times smaller than the whole. When activated, it would generate, for just as long as needed for the message, a capacity in the universe for an instant-arrival wave in one of several frequencies, unique in being able to travel to any sub-verses present - and there were many, many sub-verses in this universe. The only problem was getting fairy-metal and blackrock to coexist in such quarters. Telesium worked, but it required either the skill of an immortal or the combined talents of hundreds of artist-technicians.
For lack of a better name, it was called the transible.
Transibles were on constantly in the Empire, so it was not very hard to transmit from a quite simple apparatus, but here there was no central wave-stabilization equipment. The fairy-metal circuits worked in all the other universes subverted by the Empire, and there was no reason to believe that they would not work here.

The Emperor had his almost-copyrighted concerned look on. He oversaw the construction from the observation deck on a station halfway between the transible and Roseway.
The blackrock sphere was barely visible from that distance. All that could be seen was the scaffolding and machinery pumping the chemical telesium between the fairy-metal and blackrock.
Looking the other way, one could see Roseway itself, the gleaming vacuum-moated home of more than thirty million encircled with a ring of starships - the other fleets, transferred to the Roseway gate until the Leera gate was completed. It looked like a golden dust cloud, the second-best fighting force in the Empire.
The first, of course, was already there - somewhere.
"Tell me again when it will be completed, Mr. Twolec."
Kees Twolec, a dark-skinned minotaur currently holding the position of Chief Engineer in Roseway, shrugged. "Two months at the least, Your Majesty. At least we aren't being bothered here."
His Majesty slammed his fist on the windowsill. The room tremored.
"Two months," he repeated. "They could all have been ambushed and destroyed in a month. This is a hostile universe, Mr. Twolec, and our finest fleet is fragmented. We always fight best when we have overwhelming force, and for the first time, we don't have overwhelming force."
"But of course there's the Triumphant Three?"
"They average us."
"Well, there's no way we can do this any faster. There's a thirty percent chance that we will fail as it is."
The Emperor straightened up. "How soon could you have it completed if you took a fifty percent chance?"
The minotaur shuddered. "Two and a half, maybe three. But that is a chance I do not intend to take."
The great Emperor, the man who had almost single-handedly forged the grandest Empire known to sentience, looked into Twolec's eyes. The minotaur managed to hold the Emperor's gaze for almost half a second - a very determined minotaur indeed.
Twolec slumped. He now stood only a foot taller than the Emperor. His face stared in misery at the metal floor.
"Fifty percent..."

The transible may soon be completed and the Grand Fleet reunited in a matter of weeks. But the Emperor is taking a gambler's chance on this - after losing the transible, his people's confidence in him would be sorely shaken. But that's the kind of man the Emperor was. He was the man who had united two warring tribes on the old capital of Smyrnor and forged a galactic empire. He was the man that forced the King of Traelus, the only real competitor the Empire had faced, to abdicate without a fight. He was the man that had given Vulcans hysterics.
No one could be near that great man without being assured of the Empire's victory.

Doubleadmiral Schamm was fast asleep when an alarm rang through the ship. He got up too fast and cracked his skull on the bulkhead. It hurt, even with the iron-dense skin protecting all Tolneps.
Schamm was cursing all the way to the bridge. "What is it?" he snarled.
"Uh, incoming ships, sir," said a scared-looking technician.
He glanced at the main viewscreen. Schamm followed his eyes.
Ten Terran Battlecruisers were there, along with two mean-looking ships that weren't familiar at all - they looked like what would have happened to the Koprulu Sector if the Empire hadn't intervened.
"That's Battlecruisers!" he shouted. "That's Imperial tech! There's about a hundred of them in the Fourth Fleet! The Emperor must have sent them in to find us, and found some allies along the way!"
The ecstatic commander barked a command. "Make contact. Route it to my chair."
He leaped onto his chair and faced the screen, his best admiral face on.
"This is Doubleadmiral Schamm of the Grand Fleet. Show us the way."

“Arcturus Megnsk, good to finally see you in person. All of our images are outdated. You’re looking well.”

“Cut the pleasantries Gubenheim, why are you here and what do you want?”

“To put it simply Arcturus, we wish to establish diplomatic relations with the Dominion and possibly open a small outpost on the outer edges of your system.”

“Ha! Well Gubenheim, I can tell you one thing, you will not be setting up an outpost within my system. I am and will be the only military power in the system. As for these diplomatic relations you speak of, we shall see. For now, you have permission to dock at Tarsonis Orbital. You may refuel and rest there, but no more. Be warned Admiral, one wrong move by you or your crew and the Malice will obliterate your force.”

“Nice speaking with you Arcturus, hopefully we may speak again and open diplomatic relations, Gubenheim out.”

Megnsk sat back in his command chair aboard the Malice. He stared out the forward window and went over the conversation in his mind. The UED? Back? What did they want? Would they leave? What were their true intentions? And the size of their fleet? Megnsk was troubled, for the first time since the Guild wars of Kel Morine. Now he had a new form of Alien life on his hands, the UED was back in sector, and Raynor, at best, was a shaky ally. Oh, he would follow orders, but only so far. Megnsk began to ponder his situation, even with his military power, enough dissenting worlds could cause him to stretch his military far too thin. Kel Morine was now a solid ally, Korhal stood by him as well. He ruled Tarsonis with an iron fist, and the populace was behind him. But Mar Sara worried him. He only controlled it through Raynor, and no one ever knew what was going on in Raynor’s mind, except for the ghosts, but Megnsk did not like to use them. Chau Sara and the other outlaying worlds were neutral to either side, but then again, most of them were to far away to be worried about conflict or political focus.
Megnsk looked out of the windows again, this time at the UED fleet slowly approaching the Tarsonis orbital platform. He stood up and walked thoughtfully out of the bridge, paying no heed to the pair of guards that snapped to attention.
* * *

When the transmission first came in, Duke was shocked. He did not know where those ships came from or what they wanted, but now, they were attempting to hold a communiqué session with him. Was this some sort of test by Megnsk, or was it something entirely different, the thing that Megnsk had been afraid of? Well, he could play it either way. But, the transmission had no overtone of violence in it. Merely:

“This is Doubleadmiral Schamm of the Grand Fleet, show us the way.”

“Well, thought Duke, this could prove to be highly entertaining. Something of a new challenge perhaps. Various strategies of how to surprise an enemy skimmed through Duke’s head. He smiled as he found the one he was looking for.

“Deck officer!”

“Yes sir.”

“Open a line to this Doubleadmiral Schamm.”

. . .
. . .

‘Doubleadmiral Schamm, this is Admiral Duke of the Grand Fleet, what brings you out to the Korpulu sector, I though we were the only remnants of the Grand Fleet left out here. It’s nice to see some friends. I’ve been dodging long range scans by the humans for weeks now. We can lead you back to the gate is you wish and reunite you with the rest of the Grand Fleet.”

“Yes, please Admiral Duke, lead us home.”

Duke smiled, it would be too easy. Maybe they would catch on at the last second, maybe.

“Close link Deck Officer.”

“Done, sir.”

“Open a line to the other ships, I want them to take up full escort positions. Put Silence and Vigilance, the two Firespray’s right in the middle of them. We’re going to give them the surprise of a life time when we hit Tarsonis. Also, order all fighters out of launch bays and have them take up escort positions near the other capital ships, by the hangers if they could. When you’re done, open a line to Tarsonis, tell them to have the Malice ready for a fight, if need be. Also let them know to bring some friends. This could be very interesting.”

The Scourges fluttered, undetected, through the supposedly impenetrable security barriers surrounding the Grand Fleet. "My children... our older brother has allies... many allies... we will crush them, one by one." They flew towards the head cabin. The ship shook, a hole was made- and the ship's oxygen was pushed, with a rush, out into the icy, endless vacuum.

Raynor found himself fidgeting in the pilot seat of the Tear of Mar Sera the farther away from Mar Sera he got, and the closer he came to his motly crew's final destination. It had taken them hours to get there, but they had finally arrived.

It was a simple, desolate asteroid field. One that Raynor had not known existed until he had made the aquaintance of one Captain Nathan King.

"All right, Captain. We're within 1000 clicks of the asteroid field. Any last instructions from our friebs Mengsk?"

"No sir. I'm just as in the dark as you about why we're all the way out here. I'm sure that he has his reas... Sir, long-range sensors are picking up activity. A lot of it."

Activity? Out here? This section of space was supposed to be deserted...

"Maximum magnification!"

On the screen of the Battlecruiser appeared a Metallic orb the size of a small planet. Raynor could see figures of species he did not recognize scurry around the outside.

"King to Raynor. I'm also picking up a signal from what appears to be a station just off of the asteroid belt."

"All right, Captain. When I get back, I'm gonna have a good heart-to-heart with Mensgk, but for now, it appears to that this training run will have a lot more hands-on experience than you may have wished for...

"Attack Mode Alpha-3. Now!"

The small fleet reformed into the configuration Raynor called for. The Tear of Mar Sera on point, with the new fighters on flank with the Science Vessel. The Wraiths and the Valkeryes would handle left and right points respectively.

"King to Raynor. Sir, we don't know what this is. Are we really going in with guns blazing?"

"Captain, if I did anything else, I wouldn't be me. But we're not. I'm just taking this... extra precaution. Lets see if we can't talk to anyone first. I'd like to know who I'm fighting anyways."

As the small force moved closer to the asteroid belt, a single message repeated from the Tear of Mar Sera:

"This is Marshall James Raynor of the Terran Dominion. You are in Dominion space. Please respond. Repeat, you are in Dominion space..."


*********

Back on Mar Sera, Leira, the Ghost captain of the Ghost of Mar Sera oversaw the final ship lift off from the Ypres launchbay. All Mar Seran ships were now in orbit, and preparing a pickit line.

Liera was about to launch her battlecruiser when she screamed and grabbed her head. Images, faded yet so clear assaulted her mind. Of a single ship in a fleet of many suddenly exploding, disintergrating in the cold vacuum of space. People screaming, choking, dying. By the time she free, she had enough strength to whisper one word, to no one else but herself...

"Z...Zerg..."

OOC: Actually, Pathological Exiles, your not supposed to RP another's Faction, i's bad posture, as so many have told me. Fortuneatly that's something like how it would've gone. I know I haven't posted in a while, I tried, every time last night the Server was Crap, Anyway... The Conversation would''ve gone something like this, Gubenhiem isn't that much of a spineless person.

IC: Arcturus Megnsk, it is an honour to finally meet the man who united the Warring Terran Factions under your Rule.

We have come in hope for Diplomatic Negotiations, we know that the Last time the UED came the result was less than favourable, but we hope to put that behind us now. First of all, we ask if we could refuel our fleet and resupply, and perhaps get a right of passage through the sector. Second, we would like a small planet, or even a Moon, or a space platform if that’s all you have. We wish you now harm, and would actually like to get on better terms.

Although we must warn you, Earth isn’t so far away anymore, so don’t think you can just do away with this fleet and forget about it, because the UED will send more to search for us. So again I would like to ask for a place to set up a small colony.

Also, when we awoke from Cryosleep, the Computer informed us of a Strange energy reading, although we have our science ships working on this, perhaps you could shed some light with the information you many have.

This is all I ask of you, and I hope we may be accomadated.

Gubenhiem cut the transmission, He didn’t know what Mengsk Thought, but from the reaction he got from him after he laid out his request was certainly less than favourable. Fortuneatly he didn’t know that Earth had advanced since the first fleet, especially in the field of cloaking. The Current fleet was only a portion of the Actual fleet that was sent, the uncloaked ships were intended to make the UED not look so intimidating. In reality the UED had feared the Dominoin and it’s hot headed leader would retailiate. So they had sent much more than what was in visible operation. In fact they had sent a much large fleet, almost an Small Armada one could say. Which consisted of 5 other battlecriusers in adition to the 3 that were decloaked, one of the new Supercarrier class ships, which held 10 Squadrons of Fighters, with five ships per squad. The Carrier also held an entire assult force. With 3 Armoured Units each with 4 seige tanks and 2 Goliath Walkers, 40 Marine Detachments, again with 5 Men each, and a medic. The Firbat brigate, consisting of 20 Firebats. Also it had the resources and the Manpower to build a fully operation colony in under two weeks, the colony would even had it’s own cloaking generator. That was the Extent of the UED’s willingness, although more was requested, the Council denied it.

If Mengsk won’t give us what we want, we’ll take it from him...... The Commander thought to himself.

OOC: Torontonias, sorry, i know, I just needed to move the story along. I also did not mean to imply that Gubenheim was spineless, that was just me attempting to keep him from sounding hostile. Anyway, next time we need to move the story, i will either TG you regarding developments, or just wait.

IC:Megnsk sat in the darkened room in silent contemplation. The UED were back, in system, there was nothing he could do about. But, maybe he could turn it to his advantage. He had gotten a transmission from Duke about a large enemy force that had also appeared in system. It was nothing like Duke had seen, but he was in the process of setting up an ambush. He had merely told Megnsk ready for a fight, if need be. Maybe, though Megnsk, he could force the UED into a fight with this new force. Maybe, he could force them to reveal their true intentions. He still had no idea why they were here, but he knew that they weren’t telling him everything. A fan swung moodily overhead, it just circulated the heat without really cooling anything. Megnsk stared up at the ceiling, wishing Duke was here, but it was too late for that. Megnsk got up and left the dark office, we wandered down the hall, past the closed war room, past the room from where he made diplomatic speeches, past his chambers, past the various side rooms that housed everything from equipment to weapons to his own personal gym. Megnsk wandered all afternoon. Aimlessly, without a set destination. Security personnel occasionally fell into step behind him, but they all eventually left. Megnsk eventually found himself beside a small secluded pool. He had always loved this spot; it was so contrary to his own world of Korhal. [sic] Megnsk stared into the pool, at the man who had forged the Dominion, the man who ruled worlds, the man who was now very much troubled about how he could work out this new series of challenges. A voice behind him softly spoke out, startling Megnsk. It was a ghost; a ghost had followed him this whole time, making sure he was never attacked. Well, thought Megnsk, ghosts were good for at least that.

“Sir, its time to go back in, you have duties to attend to.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

The ghost cloaked himself again and they started off, back towards the citadel. Once inside, Megnsk sat in the chair in his office and turned to his screen. Just as he turned, a message came in, it was Duke, he had just arrived in system with friends. . .

how the hell do you attack

OOC: Crappy servers, I could not respond for 2 days. And it’s ok Roseway for thinking I was nubish… I wont hold it against you. And before anyone wonders while I am writing in 3rd person, I am practicing for my English paper so bare with me.

IC: Rebaris stepped off the podium, took a stride and got into a shuttle. “Take me to THE Lost Wind.” 10 minuets it took to fly to the massive carrier all the while the great war leader was thinking… <What was that disturbance?> Just as the shuttle was about to dock Rebaris took a look out of the window, what he saw amazed him, so many… so many were willing to follow him. Out of the population of 10 million, 3 million were compleatly loyal to him. Taking to the skies were warships, fighters, transports. Carrying 5,000 eldar foot soldiers, 25 hover transport, 30 tanks and 5 Wraithlords (towering war machines, with incredible destructive powers) in all. Finally entering his warship Rebaris’s first command was “Take us out, and begin to assemble the war host, tell them to go to assembly point B. Order all ships to go there and await my orders.” Taking a lift to the bridge Rebaris wondered <am I doing the right thing Or am I one's again rushing of into a reckless battle?> Pondering those questions he did not notice the lift stop, open and the entrance of a Howling banshee (Female trooper), “Welcome back sir!” she said. “Yes… back…” was the only reply that was heard. Lift finally stopped at the bridge letting a very puzzled soldier get out, and the commander to step in. Officers, soldiers, and fellow leaders welcomed him aboard, but hearing nothing Rebaris walked forth, and uttered a single word worrying word… “WAR?”
………
3 hours later 3 Carriers, 3 Gun Boats, 5 Battle ships, 7 Destroyers and 11 Raiders (Heavily armed, but poorly armored transports) were assembled at the Warp portal (Transportation method similar to bending space and time, however not instantaneous.)
“Prepare to move!” barked Rebaris, his thoughts distracting him… <2 years has passed since the death of my beloved, since then I have slaughtered hundreds upon thousands of humans… all in the name of revenge. But even now, I cannot help but feel that there is something missing, something that I have done wrong… something that perhaps I need to do…> “Let us move out! Before it’s to late, let us pray that we are not late.” Rebaris commanded.

And the warships moved out… into the unknown.

Gubenhiem Sat back in his office, unsure of what to do, he regreted Hinting that he had a larger force, as now the Emperor may suspect something. The UED had said not to engage in force unless no other option was available. Perhaps he could distract them with another inquiry.

He hailed the Dominoin again, and snet a message: "Megnsk, although you have provided us with supplies and refueling, we have one more thing to ask of you, before we leave the area on a Observation objective. Did your Officers ever inform you of a strange energy spike, our ship recorded one and we were wondering if you could shed some light on this."

He ended on that note and sat back. I need a break he thought to himself and with that he got up and headed to his quarters.

"This is Marshall James Raynor of the Terran Dominion. You are in Dominion space. Please respond. Repeat, you are in Dominion space..."
The Zergling's sicle-arm crashed down upon the speakerphone. The Scourges had not been on an ordinary hunt-and-kill mission. Each Scourge could carry about four larvae, sometimes five. And there had been hundreds of thousands of the Scourges. It had only taken a few hours for the army to hatch. The Terran Ghosts, highly psychic with a wealth of information, had led the armies to this spot. One of the high-ranked officials, Jim Raynor, was nearby. The Overmind had sensed almost immediately that the Protoss had many, many allies. But the Overmind knew the Terrans- remembered the Terrans. The Terrans had great power. Underestimating the Terrans had been a mistake that the Overmind would not make a second time.
"My children. They are coming. Ready your claws and lead them to where they must go..."
The Zerg obeyed. As they always had done. As they always would do.

PE, are you RPing Duke as an uberpsychic? Because there's no way he could know about it.

IC:
Schamm slumped in his seat. This was not what he had expected. "General Duke..." he muttered. "GENeral..."
Schamm stood up. "Who's Admiral Duke, and what's he doing in charge of a Battlecruiser fleet?"
A tech spoke up. "Well, he was a historic figure in the Koprulu Sector before the Empire got in. His Battlecruiser was blown up a few hours after Kerrigan betrayed the Terrans and Protoss on Korhal. History didn't record if he survived."
"Well, he says he'll escort us back to a Gate. There's no way the Empire could set up a gate in that sort of a time, and no one but us and a few big corporations have Gate tech. Follow them, but keep the Terrifys with the gunports locked on the big ships. And give the Interceptors some flight time."
"Your wish is my command."
"What was that?"
"Oh, uh, I mean, yes massa!"
"Grr..."
"Sorry, sir! Don't bite me, sir!"

*~*~*

The Drej pilot looked away from the foolish human and back down the corridor to where the engines probably were. Unfortunately, three sleepy-looking guards had taken the opportunity to unload their plasma rifles.
The pilot shook its head and slowly sat down, its arms raised.
The wingman, following the first Drej for some reason, walked through the door. It knocked the puny human unconscious and stared down the hall at the guards.
One of the guards twitched. The trigger pulled back on his rifle, and a burst of plasma blew the wingman into sparkling golden fragments that glittered for a few seconds and disappeared.
The pilot's response was instantaneous. It leaped for the ceiling and grabbed a light fixture, which began to dim, along with the other lights and the plasma rifles. The Drej actually began to look larger, and suddenly the lights went out...
Two seconds later they came back on. The guards found themselves face-to-face with a morphing, changing gold mass. The mass reformed itself to a huge being, only partly resembling the pilot that had changed. Its arms had changed to huge cannon; its legs resembled barrels. The head was stretched but otherwise resembling an ordinary Drej head.
As one, the guards fired. The plasma beams hit the pilot's huge chest and dissapeared without a tremor.
A moaning cry of terror came out of the one who had killed the wingman as the others were blasted through the walls by a force that should have been mounted on a capital ship. The noise resounded through the station, waking everyone.
The last guard stood there, soiling his uniform, until the Drej tank knocked him flat with barely a twitch...

OOC: No, Duke's not uberpsychic. Just remember that he's really, really smart and picks up an a lot of things. We can RP it that he made an assumption, banked on Schamm not knowing it, and lost. Have Schamm pick up on the mistake and we'll take it from there.

IC:Megnsk sat at his desk, tapping some keys idly. He was waiting, waiting for some sort of intuition, some sort of response. Duke was on the fringes of the system, moving steadily inward. He was not too concerned about Duke though, the old man could handle himself. Megnsk was more worried about what to do with the UED. A new transmission had come in and it seemed to warrant a quick response. However, Megnsk needed to consider his move before relaying it out to Admiral Gubenheim. He stared at a passing dust mote, fingers tapping the desk. His mind, however, was fast at work. He was judging outcomes and consequences of his actions almost faster than the ideas were springing into his head. Suddenly, it came to Megnsk, he knew the UED had not told him everything, but he did not know what else they had up their sleeve. What better a way to find out then force them into combat with a mutual enemy? Megnsk knew Duke would be here soon, he just had to place the UED fleet where it would be in a direct path with Duke. Megnsk placed a call into his secretary.

“Jen, relay a message to Admiral Gubenheim and the UED fleet. Have them move to Tarsonis minor and set up there. Tell them we will have supply ships bring them pre-fab materials so they can set up a small outpost on the platform. We will also send over some fighter to act as sentries. Then let him know that I will grant him a diplomatic audience tomorrow at high noon. We will discuss his “energy spike” tomorrow. He will bring no security, but he will have a full Dominion escort to bring him down. Then let the commander of, Tao squadron, I think, know that he will be escorting Gubenheim down to the citadel. Also let him know if anything happens to Gubenheim, it’s his life, his family’s lives and all of his squad mate’s lives that he is sacrificing.”

“Yes Emperor, I’m relaying the messages now.”

Megnsk leaned back in his chair with a self-satisfied smirk that spoke volumes.

OOC: Roseway, Raynor's attack force is within 1000 miles of your asteroid belt. Are you going to rp a response to this threat? :D

OOC: Drumming Machines, just RP as your own warrior race. Either of the Starcraft universe, or of your own making.

IC: Back on Mar Sera...

"Ghost of Mar Sera, please respond. This is the Science Vessel Lordun. Repeat, please respond."

Liera slowly righted herself in her pilots chair. She grabbed her head and moaned.

"I'm all right, Commander. I just... oh no! Jim!"

Liera grabbed her head and tried to concentrate. She caught bits and peices of images... Scourge. Hundreds of thousands... All too close to...

"Commander, how long will it take to send a message from here to the training group?"

"Umm, with this distance... about a hour. Why?"

"No! Thats too late. He needs to be warned..."

"About who?"

"No. What. The Zerg. It's waiting for him near the asteroid belt. Send him a warning level-1 priority. Now!"

As the commander of the science vessel complied, Liera closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. She needed more information. However, this time, as she let her psychic energies flowed, she recieved a much different show.

Carriers, Gun Boats, Battle ships, Destroyers and Raiders all lined up and entering a warp portal. A man, a powerful man who demanded the best of his warriors, and gave his all, in his quest to destroy humanity... the Terrans.

Liera opened her eyes and gasped! Her voice broke again...

"Rebaris..."

Gubenhiem eyed the message he had just recived from the Dominion, it was almost enought to knowck him out of his chair! Approved Outpost!, Prefab Supplies!, Escort! Access to Information! It was all so much so fast, he didn't know what do to.

Once he calmed down, he was unsure what to do, he remebered the Old Earth Addage of Never look a gift horse in the mouth, and that was exactally what he was going to do. He was going to accept the Outpost and set up a base there, he didn't think that Mengsk would be foolish enought to engage an Enemy he knew precious little about.

He went back onto the Bridge, and told the Pilot to set a course for Tarsonis Minor, and to relay the message to the Entire Fleet, also relay a message back to Earth that the first objective has been completed and that we have a foothold in the System, although more supplies and ships may be neccissary in the wort ase scenario.

Once the message was off, he went back to his Office to prepare for Planetfall, but first he was going to Finish reading the Earth Classic Dune Written back in the late 20th century.

*Double Post*

What asteroid belt? Roseway itself is an asteroid in Earth's asteroid belt. Which is very far away from Raynor, I can tell you that.

OOC: I really dont feel like rewriting the whole story on my cherecter so go to

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go down to Eldar fluff and scroll down to the TOPIC Ambush Reversed
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Raynor found himself fidgeting in the pilot seat of the Tear of Mar Sera the farther away from Mar Sera he got, and the closer he came to his motly crew's final destination. It had taken them hours to get there, but they had finally arrived.

It was a simple, desolate asteroid field. One that Raynor had not known existed until he had made the aquaintance of one Captain Nathan King.

"All right, Captain. We're within 1000 clicks of the asteroid field. Any last instructions from our friebs Mengsk?"

"No sir. I'm just as in the dark as you about why we're all the way out here. I'm sure that he has his reas... Sir, long-range sensors are picking up activity. A lot of it."

Activity? Out here? This section of space was supposed to be deserted...

"Maximum magnification!"

On the screen of the Battlecruiser appeared a Metallic orb the size of a small planet. Raynor could see figures of species he did not recognize scurry around the outside.

"King to Raynor. I'm also picking up a signal from what appears to be a station just off of the asteroid belt."

"All right, Captain. When I get back, I'm gonna have a good heart-to-heart with Mensgk, but for now, it appears to that this training run will have a lot more hands-on experience than you may have wished for...

"Attack Mode Alpha-3. Now!"

The small fleet reformed into the configuration Raynor called for. The Tear of Mar Sera on point, with the new fighters on flank with the Science Vessel. The Wraiths and the Valkeryes would handle left and right points respectively.

"King to Raynor. Sir, we don't know what this is. Are we really going in with guns blazing?"

"Captain, if I did anything else, I wouldn't be me. But we're not. I'm just taking this... extra precaution. Lets see if we can't talk to anyone first. I'd like to know who I'm fighting anyways."

As the small force moved closer to the asteroid belt, a single message repeated from the Tear of Mar Sera:

"This is Marshall James Raynor of the Terran Dominion. You are in Dominion space. Please respond. Repeat, you are in Dominion space...


OOC:Roseway, do you mean to say that this was all for nothing. I only know now that you meant Earth's asteroid belt, but with the Transwarp technology Raynor's fleet employed, it is not impossible for him to reach you within a couple of hours. Transwarp is similar to hyperspace travel. if that clears up anything.

I can RP around this snafu of course, but only if you really want me to. Actually, I do have a pretty neat way to RP around this, so let me know. It's cool either way. :oops:

Oh, and I'm still itching for some action... :wink:

After the Ships containing the Prefab Materials arrived and dumped thier cargo on the planet and left, the crews set to work...

The Visible fleet entered into Orbit around Tarsonis Minor, and they quickly set to work the Crew on the supercarrier, being careful to to attract attention, the quickly but subtley sent all their Construction crews down to the planet, they had to do it fast, before the Dominion sentries arrived, and began construction of a temporoary HQ, and a resupply post near it. This was the foothold they needed, and with the right motivation the crews could have it up in running in a metter of days, instead of weeks. In fact they already had Mining and Renining operations set up on the outskirts of the Base.

Yet, in the midst of all this Gubenhiem couldn't help but feel suspicious over hat was going on, he had a strage feeling something was going to happen, or happening, that he couldn't quite figure out.

Nevertheless, the Commander disembarked from the fleet in a small shuttle, with an escort of his pesonal guard, along with 5 fighters, and some of the Dominion Escorts. He would soon reach Tarsonis, and the Meeting, face to face, with the Elusive Megnsk....

OOC:Roseway, do you mean to say that this was all for nothing. I only know now that you meant Earth's asteroid belt, but with the Transwarp technology Raynor's fleet employed, it is not impossible for him to reach you within a couple of hours. Transwarp is similar to hyperspace travel. if that clears up anything.

I can RP around this snafu of course, but only if you really want me to. Actually, I do have a pretty neat way to RP around this, so let me know. It's cool either way.



Or... we could do this another way... like my fleet ariving.

IC: <continuing from last post>… and entered a web way portal, strong psychics fought the powerful web way forces, keeping the ships on track and the crews safe. <During the journey REBARIS goes over his life blah, blah, blah read all about it page back.>

As suddenly as the ships entered the portal, they come out… right into a middle of an asteroid belt… and first thing they hear… "This is Marshall James Raynor of the Terran Dominion. You are in Dominion space. Please respond. Repeat, you are in Dominion space...

Looking around and barking, “Where are we? We were supposed to jump to an un-inhabitant system!!!”

“We haven’t a clue war leader!” answered a navigator.
<under his breath> "It is late now... late for everything..."
“Prepare for Battle!!!” shouted Rebaris.

With that command the carriers begin to launch ships into space, while other ships begin taking up deffencive formation.

OOC: Eldar, I will definately respond to this, I'm just waiting for Roseway's reponse first :cry:

((OOC: Go ahead. Roseway is only going to be there for the gathering of the Grand Fleet [I'm afraid I could not describe how Grand it really is] and the final battle in which the Empire is forced from this world.))

Admiral Gubenhiem walked down the corridor of the Grand Capital Palace of the Terren Domonion, and boy was it ever grand! The walls were lavisly decorated, and the finest of Luxury Technology was on Showcase.

The Admiral was then shown to a set of massive doors, with a small plauqe beside it reading Acturuis? Menzsk, Emperor of the Terran Dominian. The doors made the inscription look tiny and Insignificant.

The Soldiers push open the Doors, and sitting in a Chair behind his desk was the Man that everyone on Earth called "The Tin-Pot Dictator that Could" in all of his glory. He obvoiusly didn't deserve the title, you could see the Intelligence in his eyes, searching, calculating every minute. The only thing the slightly stunned Gubenhiem could put out was "Well, Mensk, its very interenting to finnaly meet you in person, its quite the palace you've got here"

Menszk then turned and Said:

“Admiral Gubenheim, we finally meet face-to-face. Good to meet the man that has the audacity to come back to a system in which you were beaten out of years ago. I admire the man that has that sort of courage. The Terran Dominion is prepared to accept the construction and permanent residence of a small outpost on one condition: Full access to your military databases and full disclosure of all UED activities. If this is met, we will . . . allow a UED presence within the sector under a treaty of alliance. All conditions of the standard mutual alliance treaty will also be met of course.”

'We are Gracoius for the sudden change of though, we thank you for the allowance of Construction, and frankly Menszk, I have to tell you that we can't just do that, our activities are under strict regulations set by the UED, if we were to diclose it, we could all be court martialed! Is there anything else we can offer you in return for the UED presence in the system?" Replyed Gubenhiem

"On to other matter, do you have the information you promised to share with us on the energy spike recorded by our systems?"

“Regarding this energy spike that you speak of, we have seen none of it. However, our ghosts have been acting strange lately, receiving painful visions and complaining of something they call “psychic ripples”. We have also lost one wraith to an unexplained event. If you would be so kind as to provide us with whatever data you have on this energy spike, we would be most appreciative.” Said Mensz, somewhat dryly.

Gubenhiem was slightly angered He was supposed to supply information! "Alright, the limited information we have is: When we were in Cryrosleep, our sensors detected a large energy spike, the only theory we could come up with is the usage of an experimental technology known as gate networking, the UED has only theorized of, but if you have a gate, and you have the coordinated of where you want to go, you can use it to travel through a Slipstream in the fabric of space, allowing instinaneous Travel, but these are only Unproven theories"

"Our Maps of the Dominion are somewhat outdated Menzsk, would you care to update it so we can have a better view of the Area? Also, could you care to inform us of Dominion R&D that is currently going on, or has been since we were eraticated from the system? If you divulge, we will you give you operational info."

Menzsk noded, "Very Well, The Dominion military has expanded itself many times over in recent years, we have started a full blown project which will be finished shortly. It is true our military has made significant advances in the field of fire power and shielding recently, but we have yet to work out the shielding kinks. Once those have been worked out, our ships will be quite powerful, from the most lowly fighter to the most powerful capital ship.”

“Our Science ships have been dispatched to many regions of the Dominion held space, they are currently collecting data on the state of the Dominion and what challenges we may face over the next several years. These ships have the primary goal to collect first military data, then anything concerning resources, and finally a census and general well-being of the Dominion report.” Our ships should return within the month so we can compile a full report on our sector.”

"As you know, the Dominion is the premier military power in the sector as of now. We have been unmatched in our technology, our power, and our tenacity. The last major revolt was quelled almost 8 years ago, and the populace of that planet still remembers how effective the government troops were in destroying the rebels with as little damage as possible to the civilian population. However, in the case of another revolt, we can always use our nuclear deterrent as a last means. In regards to the fleet, we have roughly 2 or 3 hundred battle cruisers scattered around the system, about 150 Firespray’s and my new Domination-class flagship, the Malice. These ships all carry full complements of ground troops as well as fighter squadrons. Together, we represent a formidable fighting force that no sane man would take on at once. This has been our power for many years.”

"Wow, that is quite the overview" Said a again, Stunned Gubenhiem They have made much more achviements and developments than we suspected He thought.

"Well, you did ask for Everything, And now that I have humoured your quest for information, it's time for your side of the bargain"

"Alright, I suppose fair is Fair" Stated the Admiral. Since the eradication of the Fleet, Earth has been building up defences for a feared Combined Zerg/Dominion/Protoss Attack, which never came, so now Earth is a fortified Stroghold, Inpregnible to any attack, which was proven when the moon rebeled, they didn't get very far..." Gubenhiem Smirked "Other than that, we have been planning another force to come back, and so here we are."

"I see, well, thats all very well, This has been a most Informative meeting for both parts, Beofre you leave Admiral, Trade with Tarsonis can be made available to you. Our planet can provide any number of goods and services to your troops during their stay. Just notify one of the escorts you have with your force that you wish for a visit to Tarsonis and you or your men may spend time on the surface, interacting with the people, or simply taking a short leave.”

Despite my earlier misgivings Gubenheim, you have proven to be a worthy man. Welcome to the Dominion, enjoy your stay on Tarsonis Minor.

"I'm flattered, Mensck" Gubenheim Joked "If you'll excuse me I have a colony to go construct, I'll consider your trade offer."

He turned to leave, but before doing, Menszk Called out "Oh! And Admiral, I have a feeling we'll be meeting again Real Soon.

OOC: Before anyone comes to blame me for Superly (I know its not a word) for RPing someone else's character, PA and I agreed that I would RP the whole meeting to save us the time and the server headaches, in fact, PA TGed me all the responces you've seen in these posts I just put on. So this is a posting of mutual consent.

Doubleadmiral Schamm moseyed his way to the bridge, taking his sweet time with it. He whistled as he walked, hands in pockets, to his command chair. He was the only person on the bridge and possibly the entire command ship without a formal uniform; he wore a rock concert T-shirt and blue jeans, with a pair of shining Air Force Ones completing his nonmilitary image.
Think Schamm could be recognized as an ordinary human dressed kind of shabbily? If you did, think again, because as his name and rank implied, he was a Tolnep.
Standing about the height of a man, his skin was gray in color. It had about the consistency of iron. His eyes in their natural form would have required a thick filter to see in visible light; Imperial surgery had remedied this. Not much could be done about his body temperature, which was naturally in the hundreds of Farenheits, but the special heating glands that had been installed in him and in the Tolnep storm troopers that made up the brunt of the Imperial Marine Corps helped. Poisonous fangs showed when he smiled.
He sat in the chair and spun it. His irreverent manner was a privilege of his rank, as laid out in the Fleet Handbook. He punched up a soft drink, noisily slurped it down, and tossed the empty can in the corner as he spoke. "What's up?"
A gray elf sitting near the fron hit a command. A face filled the screen, and Schamm unconsciously sat up straight. It was the Emperor.
"That's up," said the elf.
"Attention all members of the Grand Fleet. As you know, the Fleet has been scattered. The Leera Gate is defunct and it will be at least three months before another can be completed. You are to rendezvous at Roseway and await further instructions. If your local Earth is not the Big Earth, attempt to build a transible transmitter and report your coordinates. We will try to build a temporary vortex and retrieve you.
"If you wish to desert and find a new life wherever you are, there is nothing I can do about it.
"Message over."
The elf looked at Schamm and rolled his eyes. "Do we desert? He won't ever find us."
If Schamm had had the capacity for skin color change, he would have been livid. As he did not, he simply yelled.
"Are you [i]serious?"
The elf stayed calm. "Of course not, sir."
Schamm sat down. "Good. How did we get this message?"
The elf held Schamm's gaze. "We jury-rigged a reciever. Don't ask me how. Anyway, this message is being repeated once every two hours. They must have worked fast to get a good-sized transmitter up this soon."
The Doubleadmiral rubbed his chin. "Well, as it does not look like these worlds have anything to do with the Big Earth we set out for, we're gonna try and build a transmitter. The ship computers have the tech we need, but we'll need the cooperation of the locals to synthesize the materials.
"And what about Duke's fleet? I've been reading up on the Duke from our Koprulu, and he looks like he would have been admiral material in the Fleet."
The elf pushed a few buttons. A picture of Duke's fleet and a dirty, tired-looking world in the distance came up.
"ETA to... Tarsonis in about three hours."
Schamm, a very physical talker, pounded his fist on his chair. "I think we've been underestimating Duke, and I think he's planning to attack us us. We should get away from him and find support elsewhere. I think the Protoss on Aiur could help us with the material."
"How should we get away? They would probably attack us if we just tried to leave."
Schamm smiled. "Schlamm 'em," he said, and that was that.

The rank of Doubleadmiral is a hard rank to get in any armed forces, and indeed there are only thirty in the entire Fleet. To achieve this rank one must also gain great respect, and Schamm was the best at that. The Schamm Manuever, better known as the Schamm Schlamm, had won the Doubleadmiral some of his finest victories. Basically, the capital ships, bombardment vessels, etc., would gather in groups. Their fire would be concentrated on enemy capital ships, disabling them very fast, and the action would be repeated on the remaining ships. Once the capital ships were gone, the Schlamm would be used on smaller vessels, until the enemy fleet could be destroyed easily.

((OOC: I'm gonna make Mengsk very mad, disable a couple of Firesprays, be shocked by Exscelsiora on Aiur, and muster support from Artanis and Zeratul. I'll RP them unless a worthy RPer shows up. Eventually I'll leave, but of course a bunch of you people will be sucked back with me.))

((OOC2: You know, the only indication that this was a Starcraft RP was Senator Darkan, and if anyone noticed, he's from Trantor.))

“Prepare for Battle!!!” shouted Rebaris.

With that command the carriers begin to launch ships into space, while other ships begin taking up deffencive formation.

OOC: Sorry its taken me awhile to rp. I've been busy... Here you go eldar :twisted:

IC:

"Come on, dammit. Somebody answer. Don't make me do something I will regret..."

As the Raynor-led attack force made up of a small menagerie of Science Vessel, Wraiths, Valkeryes and the new star fighters (under the watch of Captain Nathan King) sped ever closer to the Asteroid field, the Marshall of Mar Sera shifted in his seat. Something was wrong. Why wasn't there an answer? Someone had to have heard.

"Raynor! Look."

At the beckoning of Captain King, Raynor reocused his attention out the viewscreen. Suddenly, in front of his very eyes, the planet sized Metallic orb disappeared, along with all of the scurrying figures.

"Dear god. What the hell happened?"

"I don't know, sir. It was there, on all of our readings, and now its... not."

"Well, I want to know what the hell that was, and where it went. I don't care if I have to..."

All of a sudden, a large flash of light was seen by the assembled troops coming from within the asteroid field. From it poured ships and carriers of various sizes. All threatening, and all unknown to Raynor.

"What the... King, are you seeing this?"

"Yes sir. I don't recognize their identification markings. I don't understand. I know all ships in our immediate vincinity. These guys shouldn't be here."

"Tell them that when you get the chance. However, you may not get that chance."
"All hands, full ahead. The way those ships look, they're not here for a pleasure cruise..."

OOC: sorry its taking me a while to post, I've been really busy, I'll post tomorrow. I've already got a response for Duke that fits what you want to happen - kinda what I imagined as well. I also have a repsonse to the Drej on the orbital station. Anyway - will post tomorrow.

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Gubenhiem was back on the Battlecruiser, overseing the operations of the colony, it was almost up and running, soon they would be able to send open transmissions back to Earth about the progress of the mission. So far, the ships hadn't the capability to send that far into space, but with the New transmitter they were sent with, they would be able to have real time conversations, if you can stand a five minute delay.

Although something about the conversation with Menszk had been troubling Gubenhiem, they both had not told everything they knew, they both had hidden agenda's, the fact that he didn't know them all was what was troubling him.

Either way, he had more important things to worry about, Earth was especting a progress report soon, and the Energy Spike problem was slowly being solved, and he didn't like the report that was being formulated...

Duke’s screens were alive with information, his available forces, enemy numbers, and ship damage. Duke had ordered his Bird-of-Prey fighters and Hellfire drones out earlier, and they were now busy setting up screens to engage enemy fighters. Despite not knowing anything about the enemy, Duke was prepared to engage them, and win.

“Silence, Vigilance, move up to point positions, Rock, Jarmen II, get to flanking positions now, Sirus and Omega, I want both of you in linebacker position, cover the point’s back. Norad IV and Solace will move top-bottom. Try to surround these ships and engage inwards!”
Two Battlecruisers moved up to take point positions as Firespray vessels moved behind them for long range support. Two move Battlecruisers began to move out to the sides to attempt to flank the enemy. Fighters danced in and out of the shadows of the larger ships, engaging in the deadly dance of dogfights with launching enemy fighters while smaller support ships laid down suppression fire. Duke sat back and watched his forces go to work. Unless they were extremely lucky, he didn’t hold much hope of his force winning.
* * *

After the miner had made an urgent call to the nearest outpost, a relay message went through to the local headquarters. The call meandered its way through subsystems, routers, and network connections, eventually winding up at a sleepy dispatcher’s monitor. The computer beeped and the dispatcher yawned, stretched and stared at the message.

Station under attack by alien, send help, send help, please!

The dispatcher sighed; it was probably another drunken miner hallucinating. However, he still had to treat the call like a real emergency. The dispatcher turned to another screen and punched a few buttons. A message went out to the crew of Starfish II, a science vessel, to depart to the station and check on the situation. The dispatcher made sure the message got through, then leaned back in his chair, grabbed a beer, and flipped on the local blastball game. The Raiders were beating the Fleet, 36-12.
* * *

Back in the Tarsonis sector, Duke found himself seriously in trouble. From the beginning he knew he was in trouble, but now he was in over his head. His ships were outnumbered 3-1 and his fighters were being destroyed at an alarming rate. Duke’s first action had been to deploy cloaked wraiths to attempt to knock out a few ships undetected. But, almost immediately after the lead wraith had launched the first missile, all of the wraiths had spontaneously uncloaked and stopped dead in their tracks, apparently losing all power. Duke did not know what happened, but what he did know was that within seconds, he had lost almost 60 wraiths for his combat plan, seemingly without the enemy firing a shot.

EDIT: Em nm. about a Telegram from The Commonwealth of Valient i got that a bit wrong. But other then that...

OOC: oh and Pathological Exiles what is Duke’s screens were alive with information, his available forces, enemy numbers, and ship damage. Duke had ordered his Bird-of-Prey fighters and Hellfire drones out earlier, and they were now busy setting up screens to engage enemy fighters. Despite not knowing anything about the enemy, Duke was prepared to engage them, and win… And what’s going on?

IC: As the Eldar Fleet Entered the system, sensors registered a small-unidentified force, in close proximity to the fleet.

“What are those things, and how the hell did they get so close?”
“They are human my lord!” Replied a nervous crewman.

“Battle Stations!!” Yelled Rebaris “Let us see these pests join the ranks of the dead this glorious day!”

“Hail them! And Transmit the standard Massage” Shouted Rebaris.

*** <Transmission Begins, you see REBARIS sitting on a regal throne wearing full battle armor> Humans, <icy stare> for far to long you have been allowed to roam the universe… no more! The Eldar are hear and we shall not be merciful to those that oppose us. Surrender now, for we shall not give the same choice to you again. <Screen flickers off, end transmission> ***

“Give them time they need to accept defeat… Meanwhile ready all ships, we must not delay.” Said Rebaris in calmer tones.

*** <Transmission Begins, you see REBARIS sitting on a regal throne wearing full battle armor> Humans, <icy stare> for far to long you have been allowed to roam the universe… no more! The Eldar are hear and we shall not be merciful to those that oppose us. Surrender now, for we shall not give the same choice to you again. <Screen flickers off, end transmission> ***

"Sir, did you see that? What are our orders, sir?"

Raynor cursed himself softly, hoping Captain King wouldn't hear him. That itchy feeling in the back of his neck as they left Mar Sera... yeah, he knew that this was it.

"All hands, prepare to engage the Eldar ships. You heard what they are here for. Lets show them what humans are made of"

As they closed to within striking distance of the asteroid field, King's voice crackled across the comm channel.

"Sir, I just want it noted that I am against this plan."

"Noted, captain. Now get your rear in gear and attack, dammit."

The small contingent launched all of its weapons at the appearing fleet. Halo rockets, Gemini missiles and Quantam pulse lasers were launched. The Science Vessel threw it's defence Matrix up around the Tear of Mar Sera.

Raynor, in the pilot seat of the Battlecruiser took aim at the closest carrier...

“Sir the Humans are attacking!!” Shouted a panicked helmsman.
“What!? They dare to attack??” Said the astonished Rebaris. “No matter… wipe them all of the face of this galaxy.”

<seconds later> “Incoming Missiles!!!”
<As the Dominion fleet launched their missiles, Eldar Battleships moved in to protect the carriers at all coasts. Simultaneously the 3 present gunboats unleashed a swarm of answering missiles both small and large, over 300 missiles flew at the humans. However humans fired first, and 2 destroyers as well as 3 raiders were soon smoking, damaged severally. >


“Damn it… to many casualties already! And this has just begun…” said Rebaris.
“Launch the fighters, let them avenge the deaths of their brethren!”

<With that 50 fighters were launched from the leading carrier, 30 more followed from each of the following 2, all in all 110 fighters were scrambled into space, and more would soon follow.>

“Sir the Humans are attacking!!” Shouted a panicked helmsman.
“What!? They dare to attack??” Said the astonished Rebaris. “No matter… wipe them all of the face of this galaxy.”

<seconds later> “Incoming Missiles!!!”
<As the Dominion fleet launched their missiles, Eldar Battleships moved in to protect the carriers at all coasts. Simultaneously the 3 present gunboats unleashed a swarm of answering missiles both small and large, over 300 missiles flew at the humans. However humans fired first, and 2 destroyers as well as 3 raiders were soon smoking, damaged severally. >

“Damn it… to many casualties already! And this has just begun…” said Rebaris.
“Launch the fighters, let them avenge the deaths of their brethren!”

<With that 50 fighters were launched from the leading carrier, 30 more followed from each of the following 2, all in all 110 fighters were scrambled into space, and more would soon follow.>

"Sir! They've launched the fighters!"
"Execute the Schamm Maneuver."
The Tolnep capital ships opened fire. The shock waves of hundreds of plasma cannon and projectile missiles attacking Firesprays and Battlecruisers translated into sound on the fleet, and a low rumbling noise washed over the trembling sailors.

Duke was frightened. For the first time in his life, he was truly scared. He had not been afraid of the Protoss, or the Zerg, but this new threat, and this Admiral Schamm, he was using tactics that Duke had never before experienced. And now, his force was being picked apart. His capital chips had preformed well, but, they were no match for the combined firepower of the enemy. Duke’s fighters were beginning to gold their own as well, finally finding some tactics that worked against the enemy. Although the initial loss of the wraiths had been a severe blow, the fighters had recovered. But it was still hopeless, they were outnumbered and outgunned. Duke stared at his screens in dismay, knowing that he could not win this fight.

“Comm officer!”

“Yes sir!”

“Relay a message to any friendly units in the system. This is Admiral Duke, we are under attack by a hostile force, we are outnumbered and outgunned and have no chance of winning on our own. Any friendly units in the area, please respond, we require assistance. Repeating. . .This is Admiral Duke, we are under attack by. . .”

* * *

Back on board the Malice, a junior lieutenant ran across the bridge up to Megnsk’s command chair.

“Sir, listen to this.”

“What is it?”

a hostile force, we are outnumbered and outgunned and have no chance of winning on our own. Any friendly units in the area, please respond, we require assistance. Repeating. . .This is Admiral Duke, we are under attack by. . .

“Well, shit, Helmsman, set a course for those coordinates, we need to help Duke, it’s time to test the Malice. Also, send a message to the UED; tell them we . . . require their assistance.”

The lights on the Bridge of the UED Harbringer were alight in all of thier dazzling colour, all of them signaling messages and sensor reading that were pouring in from the newly established Sensor net, and the long range sensors of the Science ships that were brought with them.

Admiral Gubenhiem was in a slight panic What is going on?!?!, there was nothing before and now it just lit up, the reports were pouring in, Energy Spikes!, Blast Waves! Heat Radiation![/, as if a battle had just spontaneusly erupted, the reports were pouring in, Energy Spikes!, Blast Waves! Heat Radiation! "Private!" Gubenhiem barked Send a message to the Dominion as to what the hell is going on!"

"Alright sir, but were already getting a message from the Dominion that they need assistance..." Reported the Private

"What?! Something must be seriously up if the Dominion is already asking for help from one of thier most distrusted Enemies" Gubenhiem muttered to himself

"What was that Sir" Inquired the Private

"Nothing, alright send a Science Ship into Investigate before we move in"

***

As the Science Ship arrived it was immediately drawn into the Chaos, missles were flying, Lasers were firing, shit was blowing up. The ship was attacked before they could even get a general sweep out. What they did manage to get wasn't good, The Dukes fleet was being shreded to pieces, and although the enemy fleet was damaged, it was not nearly as so as the Dukes. Something was definately up. Then a Leutenant was shocked with new readings, he ran to the Captain.

"Sir, the energy that was recorded from the enegy spike matches that of the residual enegy that is being detected on the Hull of the Attacking fleet."

"We need to get this to the Admiral at once, because, unfortuneatley Leutenant, I don't think were making it out of this alive." Said the Frantic Captain

As he finished his sentance, the ship rocked violently


"Get the message out Leutenant, that's on ORDER" Shouted the Captain, as a bulkhead exploded, landing a large peice a shrapnel in his temple.

The Leutenant furiously send out the message back to the Main fleet, hopefully it wouldn't be intercepted. And as the Captian had insinuated, the Ship took a critical hit, and the reactor de-stablized, and the ships exploded without warning, everyone was killed instantly.

***

Less than 20 minutes after being dispatched, they Admiral got a message back, it was short and punchy. It read: Main Fleet. Battle confirmed to be generating energy signatures, Strange Energy reading confirmed to be on the Attacking fleet, according to Current Theory, would lead to the fleet being from the Enegry spike, or man-made wormhole.Under heavy fire, request The message ended abruptly, with no indication to what had happened. My god! The Admiral thought, remising into Ancient Modern Earths Culture of the 1950's Specificaly the Sci-fi B-Movies of the day This truely is, the Invasion of the Aliens from Another Universe! He knew, if he didn't help stop this now, there would be nothing stopping them from Destroying Earth. That could not happen.

"Where is the Science Ship?" Gubenhiem asked the nearby Private

"Destoryed Sir, within Minutes of entering region of activity, no survivors so far..." Said the Private, with a hint of Gloom to his voice"

The Admiral, shocked that his most heavily armed Science ship had been shot down, most likely because it was unprepared...He wasn't going to let that happen to the rest of the Fleet.

"Commander! Set the Entire fleet to Battle Readiness, were going to show what happens when Aliens try to attack the UED! The Dominion is going to get more Help than it anticipated..." Barked the Admiral

"Sir, the Entire Fleet" Questioned the Disbeliving Commander

"Yes, the Entire Fleet" Responded Gubenhiem

It would have been a Fearsome sight for any passing Ship or Transport, as five battle crusiers decloaked but were dwarfed by the decloaking of a much more Massive ship, the Supercarrier class, which was five times larger than the Standard Battlecruiser.

"To prevent Heavy losses, make sure that the Supercarrier dumps all of its non-fighter supplies and equiptment of the planet, I want to make sure that if we are destroyed, the colony will still have Marines, Goliaths and Seige Tanks to rely on." Said the Admiral "Now, engage the fleet to meet up with Menzsk, I'm sure he's already headed towards the battle."

With that all the ships Ziped away onto Hyperspace, towards the biggest Battle this sector would ever see.

The outcome of the battle thousands of miles away was never in doubt...

"Fire, fire!!!...dammit, where are my Valkeryes.?"

"They're all gone sir. There's just three wraiths, some starfighters and me left in th.... ARRGGH................."

"Science Vessel?"

"...."

"Dammit!"

Inside, Raynor cursed himself as well. The battle was over as soon as the Eldar ships had launched their first volley. Sure you could avoid one or two missiles, but 300? A virtual wall slammed into the fore-front of the small armada, and decimated all but a handful of Raynor's men.

Now it was just him, and ships that were never meantto handle this kind of abuse. The Tear of Mar Sera itself had taken heavy damage to all systems but its propulsion.

"Crrrrkk...ing to Raynor."

"King? Is that you. I can barely hear you over the comm."

"Sir...CRrrk, you need to go bac...Crrk...Mar Sera. Warn them about the Eldar."

"Are you giving me orders, Captain? Do I need remind you who's in charge."

Suddenly, a halo missile streaked out from Nathan King's starfighter, and impacted squarely upon the Tear of Mar Sera's hull. Raynor looked down at his flashing console. The missile took out the last of his weapon controls.

"Sir... Crrk... I know you're not stupid. You have a choice: stay and fight, with no weapons, or leave to warn Mar Sera and the rest of humanity of what transpired here...."

"It was an honour...sir..."

Raynor saw in wonder that the remaining wraiths and starfighters turned back and engage the swarming Eldar fighters. He saw one go up in flames, and knew that he could stay no longer.

With a flick of the Transwarp switch, the Batlecruiser was gone.

************

Many hours later, the Tear of Mar Sera arrived back in orbit of it's namesake planet. However, Raynor did not like what he saw.

The planet was empty. From orbit, he could see only one unit on the planet:

The Ghost of Mar Sera... Liera.

"Raynor to Liera. My god... you have to warn everyone about..."

"Raynor, there is no one to warn. All of Mar Sera's units... our units have been moved off planet to Tarsonis... There is a battle brewing. They may not return..."

"Leira, I'm going to land at the Ypres. We need to talk. About everything."

As the Tear of Mar Sera headed down through the atmosphere, the combined might of Mar Sera's ships headed at top speed to Tarsonis, answering the call to arms.

As the fight between human and eldar dragged on humans lost more and more fighters, however eldar ships took less and less damage. The interceptors (fighters) took hits for one another, preventing most of the damage, so as a result few were lost. (10 in total)

On the bridge of “Khaine”, Rebaris’s capital ship. A tally was being kept, and strengths and weaknesses were being recorded.
“Excellent… in a few more moments we will have all the data we will need on these humans, and then their puny ships will be no match for us.” Said Rebaris.
<Rebaris thinking to himself> but just to be sure… “Order our ships to capture a few of these humans… I want some of them alive, I have questions that they might be able to answer.”

With seconds passing fewer and fewer human ships remained, finally only 3 remained functioning, and the eldar interceptors closed in…”

Duke hung his head in defeat. He knew he was done, his ships were being destroyed, his fighters were almost gone, and his spirit was broken. Duke prepared to turn his fleet about in a desperate run away from the enemy fleet. Just as he was about to give the orders however, his radar operator called out.

“Sir, massive contacts coming in, they just appeared from hyperspace. Sir, there are hundreds of them!”

Duke stared at him in disbelief, and then heaved a great sigh, this was it.
“Helmsman, turn to face the new arrivals and prepare remaining defenses . . . order an evacuation of all non essential personnel and have them attempt to land the escape pods at the nearest planet.”

“Yes sir.”

Duke stared out the screen, preparing himself to die a warrior’s death. But, has he turned and faced the screen, his eyes widened. Those weren’t alien ships; it was the Malice with dozens of other ships in tow. Megnsk had come with an entire fleet. Not just a battle group, but a fleet! Duke was saved.

“It’s Megnsk and the Malice, we’re saved. Helmsman, full speed towards the fleet, order a reformation with them then turn to the attack.”

“Yes sir.”

Duke smiled, they were back in this.
* * *

As soon as the Malice re-entered real space, Megnsk ordered the launch of all of his fighters. Hundreds of fighters streamed from the launch bays, all making their way towards the distant conflict. Duke was still there, though badly damaged, with most of his task force in shambles. Megnsk had taken most of the nearby fleets and headed at flank speed towards Duke’s distress call. He expected the UED to arrive shortly, but he did not know how far he could trust Gubenheim. Still, Megnsk looked forwards, he had a battle to win.

Admiral Schamm stood on the bridge of the command ship and watched the battle. The Tolnep battlecruisers, Drej energy blasts and cheap fighters, and Protoss Interceptors had done an outstanding job in what looked like it was shaping up to be a standard Imperial victory. However, this was only a small task force they had decimated, not the fleet around the home planet. There was no way they could hold off the entire sector.
A science vessel came into view. A few seconds later, it exploded, apparently from Imperial fire.
Cheers broke out on the bridge as another enemy capital ship burst into flame and was destroyed. Schamm didn't say anything.
Suddenly he lurched forward to a screen. "What is this?" he yelled.
A tech stopped cheering to look at the screen. "Uh, sir, that's... I think... uh... another fleet about the same size coming this way? Without thinking that we're nonhostile?"
"Exactly," said the outraged Tolnep. "You're so happy about this piddling battle you think we're just about to win control of this sector. You know, we aren't. There's another fleet coming this way. Probably even more fleets are coming. We need to hook up with the Grand Fleet. This means find help. This means don't go to an enemy. This means LEAVE THIS FREAKIN' BATTLE and find the Protoss. Artanis or Zeratul would be overjoyed to meet us, and I have good reason to believe they're both still alive."
He took a breath and turned on the comm to the whole fleet. "All ships withdraw. Set course for Aiur. Repeat. All ships withdraw. Set a course for Aiur."
Space began to shiver as the fleet prepared to jump.

With seconds passing fewer and fewer human ships remained, finally only 3 remained functioning, and the eldar interceptors closed in…”

"All remaining starfighters, this is Captain King. Stand down from attack. Repeat, stand down. They may have beaten us, but they have yet to learn what a human can do... That said, we need to be alive to do anything, so please... stand down."

[i]As the intercepters closed, all wepons on the fighters powered down."

OOC: anyone else realize that we're at about 30 pages of written material. I myself have written 11 1/2 pages. We should complie this into a short story. It might be somewhat good.

OOC: That'd be awesome. We'd probably get sued :wink:

OOC: Lol, yes it would make a cool story, but as Roseway said, we would probably get Sued out of House and Home. Although we could always submit it to one of the various Starcraft Fansites, although they proboly wouldn't accept because it differs slightly from the Game, and there are more than just Starcraft Races. Speaking of that, where did the Person playing Zerg go?

IC: The fleet warped in, battle ready, all guns preped and ready, just to see the enemy fleet warp out of the area.

They must've realized they were outgunned and outnumbered, but where would they go from here? If out Scientists are right, then the Gate that they traveled through would've collapsed our become inoperative from there jump, which would explain the massive energy Surge. Gubenhiem thought

Then all of a sudden it occured to him, there was no battle, the Dominion fleet had arrived, and the Entire UED fleet was showing, he was going to have a lot of questions to answer.

Gubenhiem Hailed the Malice "Well Menzsk, it looks like you've secured Dominion Space...for now."

As the human ships powered down, the Eldar got closer and closer, finally the humans were completely surrounded, with Eldar forces being at best 3 feet away from each ship. Seconds passed, which in turn turned into minuets, suddenly a giant white light began to shine through the “top” layer of interceptors. Strangely no one moved, yet somehow it seemed that the human ships as well as those of the Eldar were being sucked in to something gigantic. Suddenly a white flash rendered everything transparent and the next thing that anyone saw was a huge eldar carrier closing its hanger doors over the captured human ships.

<Intercom sounds with a strangely peaceful voice.>
“Human survivors come on out with your hands up and you shall be spared.”
On all sides doors open and strange looking troops run in, some wearing heavy black battle armor armed with what appear to be heavy rocket launchers, they take up positions on the high edge, and aim their weapons at the human fighters. Others wearing white armor, and holding submachine guns come right up to the fighters, stopping only 5 feet away. They seem to be waiting for something…

“This will be your only warning humans, so listen well, if you shall do what you are told then no harm will come to you. If you resist then the consequences of your actions will determine just how long you will live.” Said a mysterious robe clad figure, which seemed to step out of the shadows right in front of King’s ship.

bump... for some reason

tag again

Bump!

OOC: I'll be posting a little less this week, I've got Exams, and studying needs to be done. Also, I'd like to contine the storyline, but i'm not 100% sure whats going on, I know that Biel-Tan Eldar won against Raynors group, and that the Dominion and the UED appeared just to see the Other Alien fleet vanish. IS this all that;s going on? Also, when is this big battle I've been hearing about going to happen?

Bump

I have an uberpost at home. I'll post it later, but basically Schamm sees Aiur, throws up, meets Artanis, and heads for Shakuras.

Gubenheim looked up from the Controls of his ship, the attacking fleet had fled, and as he had assumed the Emperor had his hands full as he repeatedly declined his hails. But he tired Again:

"Menszk, Now that you have this area secured, I belive that we have a few things to discuss, one of them is the apperance of our Larger UED fleet, I apologise for keeping you in the dark, but it was only in the Contigency Plan, for the situation where you wouldn't give us some land, and we were met with hostile force."

"But now as it seems we have a bigger problem on our hands, this massive fleet is very troubling, if they wipe you out here, there will be nothing stopping them from heading onward to Earth, so it would make sence to at least make a stand now, and who knows? Maybe we might win!"

"But as it stands now, we don't have nearly enough force, I can only call in Limited reienforcements from Earth, and even if you pulled the entire dominion fleet we would still have a hell of a fight. So First of all, I think we should enter an Alliance, though temporary it would involve join fleet commands, and full sharing of Intelligence and Tactical data. Also, we may need to secure more Allies in the Area. What about the Zerg, although Scheming, they have proved quite usefull in the past. The Enemy will most likely regroup and attack in force, and they may have new allies."

He ended the message, and hoped that Menszk would respond soon, they were running out of time, although the fleet had dropped out of Sensor range, they were picking up Rumours and half scans of ANOTHER alien fleet, that had already decimated the Detatched Fleet of Jim Raynor.

OOC: With Roseways Permission, Looking for someone to Play Zerg on Aiur, as the Former Player seems to have dropped out. And some various small Terran, or Alien factions to help fight the Alien Presence.

The Imperial fleet shivered slightly as their Jump motors revved to high in unison. There was a momentary flash as the tunnels carved their way out of the reluctant spaceway, and what could only be described as a wiggle as they disappeared and space rushed in to fill their former location.
The Jump tunnels were the standard Imperial method of FTL transport. The tunnel created was left in existence for about a week after the last ship to use them exited the tube. Any ships with hyperdrive could use them, if they knew how.
Inside the Imperial ships, the tunnel walls could only be seen as a blur, as the light from stars that managed to reach the tunnel location blurred with the blackness of dark matter and universal walls. One of the greatest advantages of these tunnels was relativity - for some reason, time passed inside the Jump tunnels at the same rate, possibly even a trickle slower, than the ordinary universe.
The major disadvantage of the Jump tunnel was its speed. Ships could only go at one speed, and while that was an impressive speed, one could be chased easily, with the pursuer returning to normal space the same amount of time after it had entered the tube as the prey.
Schamm sat heavily in his command chair. He exhaled a sigh of relief as he addressed his crew.
"Prepare a capsule to eject to our former position. Send our apologies for the lives and ships lost and our sincere hopes that we can have peace until it is within our capacity to leave. Tell them to feel free to follow us, and we are going to Aiur. Tell them that if we are attacked, we will fight to the last man, but would much rather seek their aid. Offer an Imperial technology, an uber-coffee machine or something, that we know they don't have. Tell them to accept that gift as a token of our good will. Tell them that we wish to parley."
He spoke as if his mind were elsewhere, and the slang and slur that usually punctuated his speech was gone. His strange eyes did not look anywhere on the bridge.

The capsule left the command ship and fought the energy of the Jump tunnel until it exited at the former battlefield where a huge Terran space force still puzzled after the Imperials.
The fleet went with the flow of the Jump tunnel and entered an out-of-the-way system on the edge of the galaxy a day later. This system had nothing to distinguish it from some three thousand similarly-configured systems except the planet, which was the birthplace of the Protoss, the most powerful race to enter this part of this multiverse before the Empire, and who had been beaten into insignificance before the sheer numbers of the unified Zerg Swarm and kicked while down by Kerrigan.
The first thing the Imperial scanners noticed was the largest Zerg force seen since the Scouring, and probably the most powerful single concentration of Zerg ever seen in this universe.
The second thing they noticed was Aiur itself. The AI in control of the scanners wisely zapped a picture of the former Protoss homeworld to the screens of the ships of the fleet.
Most of the watch looked away. Somebody threw up.
Schamm hopped onto the bridge still tying his shoes. He looked up and shook his head.
Swinging himself over the back of the comfy command chair into a seated position, he stared at the picture and stared some more.
Aiur, the beautiful jungle homeworld of the Protoss and a prime vacation site, stood as it would have had not the Empire intervened. The entire landmass had the sickly pinkish-purple Creep entirely covering it, even the high mountains and rocky craters. Except for what apparently was the site of a massive nuclear strike in the southern hemisphere, Creep abounded, and even there, there was no life not Zerg. Even the oceans were stained.
Zerg buildings covered the Creep. Extractors stood sucking the last vestiges of Vespene gas from the tortured soil, and buildings that looked like permanant deep-mining operations dotted the sites where resources had once been almost lovingly mined by Protoss. And near what was once a great Protoss temple, the Overmind, once thought destroyed, towered over the biophilic terrain.
Schamm was the first to speak. "We will return," he said, "and we will burn the Zerg from this Aiur like we burned them from our Moth. We will scorch the planet to its foundation, and we will rebuild from the ashes. We will bring the light of the Empire to the shadow of the Overmind. We will return the scattered Protoss of this universe to their world."
He stood up. "We will probe them for two hours, and then we will go to Shakuras. If the Zerg have overrun the Dark Templar, then the Protoss have either been destroyed or completely scattered, and our hope lies with the Terrans."
He slumped back into his seat. "I was born on Aiur," he whispered, "the real one."

Halfway through the mapping of the Zerg, a tech, the gray elf again, raised his voice. "There's a Scout at the front of a small Protoss force demanding to talk to you," he said. "On screen," said Schamm, in a tired voice.
An angry, scruffy Protoss in a highly decorated Scout cockpit came on screen. "Where were you?" he said, practically yelling. "It's been years! YEARS! Where were you when they overran our base on Aiur? Where were you when they captured Zeratul? Where were you when they engaged our entire fleet and only left six Protoss ships intact? WHERE WERE YOU?"
Schamm just shook his head. "We're not from here. We're not from anywhere near here."
The Protoss looked confused. "But the Carriers - they were built here, weren't they?"
"They're from Trantor. We are the representatives of a great Empire, preparing to invade a universe but forced here by a cruel twist of fate - or maybe not so cruel. Where I'm from, the Empire happened upon Aiur before the Zerg totally assimilated it. They were exterminated, and Aiur is still a world of the Empire, prosperous and peaceful, with a population in the billions. We-"
The Protoss cut in. "What were you doing around Aiur, then?"
Schamm sighed. "We hoped to make contact with the Protoss. You seemed to be the only race around here that could synthesize the materials needed to communicate to the Empire. But I don't think we'll leave this universe forever. I pledged this morning when I saw Aiur that I would come back and personally burn it to bedrock."
The Protoss stared. "I can lead you to the Protoss, but I don't know if we can make your materials. And you're too late; I pledged that same oath two years ago."
Schamm nodded. "I'm Doubleadmiral Saferater Schamm."
The Protoss fiddled with his instrument panel. "Call me Artanis," he said.

As the ships flickered out of real space, Megnsk stared from the bridge of the Malice.
“Damn it! We lost them, Duke, what’s your status?”

“Barely together sir, we took a good beating.”

“Okay, Get back to Tarsonis and begin immediate repairs on the remainder of your battle fleet.”

“Yes my Emperor.”

Megnsk switched over screen and took a look at the UED fleet that had arrived in their aid. They had twice the number of ships they should have had, including one monster that rivaled the Malice in sheer size. Megnsk stared, taking in all the information. Well shit, he thought, this was a new development; however, it was one he could use.

“Gubenheim, this is Megnsk, it appears that you have not been that truthful to me about your force. However, we have another matter at this moment. We will enter into this temporary alliance that you have mentioned. You will accompany the Tarsonis fleet on course set to the vector that the aliens used as an escape route. After we have won there, we will speak of this . . . development and it’s consequences.”

Megnsk gave the message time to relay, then, as he was waiting for a response, turned to his helmsman.

“Turn the fleet, order them to follow the vector of the aliens, we will annihilate them wherever they are.”

“Yes sir.”

The Tarsonis fleet began to turn, and, one by one, wink into hyperspace. Dozens of ships, one by one, jumped into hyperspace, heading towards the next battle in this unfolding war.


OOC: sorry about my absense, I was out of town.

Gubenhiem recived the message sent back from the Emperor in responce to his own. He could tell the Emperor was less than pleased about his untruthfulness, but that could not be helped, he had been under strict orders.

Fortunately he had agreed to enter the Temporary Alliance, which would provide him with Valuble Information about this new war they were entering, and valuble time for the UED Hacker team that had arrived in the sector in light of the new arrangements, yes, Both sides were going to benifit from this...

He sent a message to the departing Malice:

"Menszk, we are glad you agree to our terms, I'm positive we will both benifit from this Alliance, perhaps it will last a little longer than its "Temporary" Name. In the first act of friendship, I am submitting the code to access Encrypted Tactical files aboard the Documenting Science Ship the UED Scavenger this will alow you to access up to date file on our deployment and battle readyness, after this battle, we should have some time to discuss the Joint Command structure. Now, we should leave, Onward to Battle!"

The codes will let menszk think he had plenty of access for his people to access the more important Tactical data, like UED Orders, but fortuneatly, they are all stored in my Brains Datavault, no one can access those....Unless they kill me....But I don't think that the Dear Emperor wants to do that anytime soon... Thought Gubenhiem

"Ensign, Prepare to follow the Dominion fleet into Hyperspace, if they Aliens want a war, they've got one! Order the Fleet to follow through" Commanded the Admiral

"Eye sir"

*After the Dominion fleet, the UED fleet followed suit in the process of one by one, winking into hyperspace*

Bump! The Story is getting really Interesting, where did everyone go?

no idea, maybe their server is down. I'm gunna write another bit to post tomorrow.

i found someone to play the zerg - it's Selpia, friend of mine

Alright! I was waiting for someone to play the Zerg after the other person dropped out, it would make this war truely interesting, a confrence with the Zerg, a wary Alliance, and a huge combined battle against Roseway's Fleet!

. . .if they ever come back :cry:

I think Roseway may be preoccupied with this Uber war they want to start....

Gwah! This is the second time this happened, every time an RP I'm in gets good, it dies! Roseway, please come back

I'll be right back. I think maybe halfway through my uberwar.

Did you know, that's what I intended this to be. I had to spoon-feed people the basic idea before they got it.

Alright...Has this Uberwar you planned even started yet? Because I haven't seen it. Could you link it up through here if it is?

The Dominion ships begin to flicker back into real space. One, then two, then 5, 10, 20. Soon, over 60 Dominion ships fully appeared. They began to take up the various formations they had been assigned as well as launching fighters to set up screens. Megnsk ordered his screens up and a system-wide scan for enemy forces.

“Sir, the UED ships have appeared behind us, they are taking up escort positions as well as attack stance formations.”

Good, Megnsk thought, At least the UED came through with us, now we see how far they intend to honor their promises.

“Sir, we have also sighted roughly 23 enemy ships with all fighters launched. They have taken up orbital positions around . . . Aiur, Sir. Aiur appears to be infested by Zerg! Emperor, what do we do!?”

“Take up offensive positions, order our men to begin long range pot-shots at the enemy fleet. I want to see those ships destroyed, and then we can work through the problems of the UED and Aiur.”

Megnsk’s ships began to move forward across the void of space. Fighters fluttered around in the shadow of the larger ships, running escort for the behemoths. Soon, long range explosive rounds began to fly across the vacuum, exploding, finding the range of the enemy ships. It would be over soon Megnsk thought, soon.

"Blast! They've followed us."
The Tolnep turned away from the screen. "Set a course for Shakuras," he said. "Go slow and untraceable."
He turned to Artanis. "We will be at Shakuras in about a week. Wait for us."
With that the Z-space motors of the ships hummed into action instead of the tubes. The ships yet again shuddered and disappeared.

"Damn, we lost them again" Muttered Gubenhiem

"Sir, they used a slow, untraceable warp vector, it'll take us weeks to find them" said an officer

"Contact the Emperor, tell him perhaps we can use the Zerg to our advantage, they've bended to certain "Manipulation" before." Replyed the Admiral

As the enemy ships disappeared into the silence of z-space, Megnsk looked on in chagrin. He had lost them again.

“Damn it!” Megnsk shouted as the ships vanished. “Why do they run? Why don’t they stay and fight!?”

“Sir” a helmsman cried out “They’ve vanished from sensors, they didn’t even leave a subspace ripple for us to follow.”

“Shit! Okay, comm., bring up Gubenheim, tell him I want him to help us in this venture. We are going to send out light patrols into all the surrounding systems. I want 4 fighters to patrol, we must find those ships. I will not tolerate hostile ships loose in my space!”

“Yes sir, opening line now.”

“Admiral, you must assist me in this endeavor to eliminate the enemy forces once and for all. I want you to send any escort fighters and light scout ships out with my forces. They will disperse into adjoining systems in an attempt to find the remaining enemy ships.”

“Line closed sir, awaiting response.”

Well Megnsk decided, it would end here, no more chasing after this next step. Within the labyrinth of his mind Megnsk began to devise a trap.
* * *

Back on Tarsonis, Duke was commencing repairs to his force. Out of the initial task force, only one Firespray and two battle cruisers had survived. None of the fighters had made it back, none at all. Duke had been beaten, badly, and he knew it. Duke looked out over the repair ships flitting all over his forces. Like ants over a corpse he thought. It was just as well. Duke would not have been able to do anything to help Megnsk, wherever he had gone. Duke just hoped the other man could handle the tactics of a major battle by himself. Duke slowly walked away from the windows. He trudged down the hallway, thinking about what his next move should be. He wished to after Megnsk, but he knew that any ripples would be gone, there was no hope of tracking the forces now. Duke sighed and resigned himself to defending the Korpulu sector. He turned at a door, glancing at the sign mounted on a small plaque. TM Bar. Duke pushed past the door and walked in. A quick glance to the barkeep got him a scotch and coke. Duke looked off, pensively, taking the occasional sip at his drink. Even though he had been left behind, he was already formulating plans for the defense of the sector. Or its takeover, should that be necessary Duke thought. Although he had always deferred to Megnsk, he knew that he was the superior military commander. It was he that had kept the system safe through the guild wars and the rebel uprisings, he that had killed the insurgent leaders, he had pulled the trigger. It was he that had the support of the ghosts. Yes thought Duke, this assignment could prove to have some scintillating results.

Gubenhiem eyed the responce, we wasn't to sure how to respond. Sure they had plenty of fighters, but was the UED really ready to commit to such an endevor, it could lake weeks, or even months to find the fleet, meanwhile his fleet would then be out gunned by the Dominion fleet. How was he to know that he wasn't going to send out his fighters so that they could pound the main fleet into dust, and then pick off the fighters....

Alright, down the road of deception we go again, hopefully it will turn out as well as the first time Meszk found out, he had dealed with it rather calmly.

"Ensign, open a comm in responce to the Dominion" Ordered Gubenhiem

"Yes Sir"

"Menszk, we will assit you in your endeavor and will will commit out fighters, all three squads of them, which consist each of 15, so they can be broken up and mingled with your squads. Also we require your assistance in an efforrt to Manipulate the Zerg toward our plans...."

End Comm

Gubenhiem turned, at this point, he didn't know what was going to happen. In truth, he had only send a quarter of his fighter squads out, and he hope Menszk wasn't to quick to do some internal scans...

OOC: Ok, we really need the person who is suppsoed to be playing Zerg to show up soon, or it's going to derail my whole idea...

OOC: i've contacted him, his comp was down for a while. He'll be posting soon.

la la la la la. . . lets see if this can ever pick up again, it was a pretty good RP.

Yes, Quite, I've been waiting for you buddy to arrive to play the Zerg, also, I think Roseway abandoned us in favor of plannig his Uber War

Rosway said he would be back in full force in about a month, I TG'd him. Other than that, I'm gunna call my friend up and see if he's gunna. School mighta caught up with him.

lalalal, Roseway, you there? Allo, anyone? I'm lonely.

Face it, I really don't think Roseway is coming back....

I found a faster site.

Anyway....

You guys can just accidentally find Shakuras. Get a couple ships there and I'll RP.

OOC: Alright, We need to wrap this up, I need Closure on this....

"Sir!" One of the Ensigns shouted

'Yes?" replyed the Admiral, he had been waiting in his ship while his Tech attempted to track the fleet down, it had been two weeks so far....

"We found them, they seem to have escaped to a hidden world, my guess its the Dark Templar homeworld, and It'll be heavily defended..." Replyed the Ensign

"Alright, inform Menszk and lets MOVE OUT! Despite the risks, we need to wipe these Aliens from the face of the Galaxy, we need to do with them what we did with the Zerg the last time we came out here, show them Earth really does put musle into its Operations!" Ordered the Admiral

'Yessir!" Said the Bridge

The Coordinates were relayed to the Dominion, along with the attached message:

We found them, for now lets put aside out differences and give'm Hell!

okay, I think I have finally pinned down my friend to play as a protoss character. We still need a Zerg player though. After that, I'll try to write up another post tomorrow, I have to finish up my bitch essays tonight.

Anyway, I belive we can decree this thread officially dead, since Roseway has broken away and started another thread that is very similar to this one, but is getting much more activity.