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The UVNN logo appears, rapidly transforming into a man sitting at a newsdesk.
"Good evening, I am Charles Reynad, UVNN news. A spokesman for His Majesty have confirmed rumors that Crown Prince Dozle Alderman has gone missing. Prince Dozle has been on a state visit to the Imperial Principality of Taka with his mother Empress Ami for the past three weeks. Suspicions were raised when the young Prince Dozle did not appear with his mother at a public Takan event yesterday. The spokesman said that the Sovereign Protector squad assigned to the prince is investigating with Takan authorities to locate the Crown Prince," the views splits to an older man dressed in a simple suit with a wine colored shirt.
"Rest assured that everything is being done to relocate Crown Prince Dozle," says the elderly looking man. "Altough we are concerned, we believe it is nothing more than the actions of any child at his age. Lieutenat Rimwaldi has given us word that he is working with Takan Honor Guardsmen to search the Takan royal palace and its grounds. No survelliance system shows the Crown Prince leaving the Palace area, so we are certain that he is still there. We will release more when it is appropriate," with that the spokesman turns away from the podium and the view cuts back to Reynad.
"We will keep you up to date on the situation as more news occurs. UVNN is already working to get a field stations up and running in Taka as soon as possible. In news from Admiral Forrest's campaign......"

The High Dominion sends it deepest and most heartfelt sympathies to the Empire. I personally guarantee that the Dominion stands ready to offer any aid possible in the location of the Crown Prince.

High Chancellor Edouard Beachamp
of the High Dominion of Falasmayon

Dozle stared deeply into the sensory sockets of the SOAT-bot, its feline form moving at his will and whim.

"Is it time, Adam?" the child asked, looking questioningly at his new mentor.

soon, my young friend. . . soon it will be done. . . you must be patient.

the young prince turned his attention back to the SOAT-bot, willing its movements to become more agressive, till he had it running through the myriad of katas and sparing possitions he had learned. The robot gracefully twisted and turned, flying through the air with speed and presision that he could never hope to match with his physical body.

"Soon I'll be able to show them all. . . with my brain, your power and these robots. . . I'll be able to take anything I want." A cruel smirk, akin to a bully who has just cournered the smallest child in the playground, grew across his face.

Yes, Dozle, with your body as my vessel, I will finaly have my revenge. . . It is finished child. . . thank you for so naively trusting me.

Adam thrust his contiousness through the boy's weakened mental shields, shattering his mind and personality, brushign them aside as he possessed the boy's form. In the tank, the brain slowy sunk, its contiousness no longer within it.

Dozle's hand pressed against the glass, as Adam watched from Dozle's eyes, the shrinking and decaying remencance of its last form.

"come" he said "we have much work to do"

Like an obedient puppy, the SOAT-bot trotted behind him, and the scurrying of metalic talons filled the narrow halls as litteraly tens of millions of formerly dormant SOAT-bots fell in line, marching behind thier master as he made his way out of the secret room, and into the main throne room of the Takian capital city. . . he would not take Neo-Kyoto yet, but the next time he saw this room, it would either be his, or rubble.

"Oh shit. . . "

The young Takian officer looked at the tactical readout, and blanched at the literal carpet of contacts heading towards the spaceport. Quickly he pulled up a holo of the corridor, blanching even whiter at the river of the Special Opperative All Terain Robots behind him. He reached for the emergancy phone, dropping it as he fumbled around with it.

"Sir. . . I. . I think we've found the Prince. . . and he's stolen our entire cache of SOAT's. . . no sir. . . this is no joke. . . WHAT?! you wnat me to stop him!? No sir! no I'm not afraid. . . yes sir, right away. . ."

He hung up the phone, trembling, and reached for his stun baton, knowing it would do him no good if the SOAT-bots decided to attack him.

"I need reinforcements in Spaceport B-5. . ." he said into his Vox, knowing it would take nothing short of a miricle to stop the oncoming hoard.

With the sensor hookups of the Dominion guard station, the force of bots and Dozle were clearly visible. A call to Takan control confirmed the sightings.

Conmmander Ishak sent out orders quickly and efficiently using her military situation option to override the civilian command chain. She prdered all Dominion vessels to leave the port, Falasmayon citizens were ordered to leave also. Only a few high diplomatic officials remained. That and the roughly 100 Stormguard marines stationed at the port.

The Stormguard took up positions helping falasmayon civilians escape, and guarding the landing bays designated for Falasmayon craft. Ishak communicated the situation to Macragge. Then she waited, for the evacuation to be completed.

*****
The Dominion acted quickly, sending inquiry's to both Taka And Valinon.

Transmission to Taka

Although we would assume that you're just as confused as we are the Dominion would appreciate any info your willing to share. Our forces in the spaceport, are covering for the evacuation of Falasmayon ships and civilians, after that they will likely leave if they remain un-reinforced. This situation looks very strange, so we will leave this too you, unless Falasmayon interests anre threatened or you call for aid.

Transmission to Valinon

Undoubltedly, you have been informed as to the recent developments in the disappearance of Crown Prince Dozle. Neither we nor apparently Taka know his intentions, although being a boy we're still confused about this whole situation. the fact that he is marching on an internaitonal spaceport with a force of millions of combat robots, however in indisputable. the Dominion is evacuating its civilian personnel, and ships. Currently, our military forces will evacuate as well after the civilians. We stand ready to do whatever is necessary in this bizarre situation. But, considering that the prince is a son of Valinon, we will not take action against the boy without being attacked or threatened. We will defer to Valinon in this situation, but remain at the ready in case of need.

Dozle continued foward, mentaly noting the transmitions, his machine empathy working to decode them to intelegable speach, easily brushing aside the encryption.

"so the fools think they can stop me. . . So be it, I will paint the path to glory with the blood of the weak."

He rounded the courner, the spaceport, and his ticket to glory, blocked by a small platoon of Takian marines, the leader, a young officer. A malicious smile crossed his face, and he willed the SOATs to fall behind him, seemingly powering down.

"can I help you sir?" Dozle asked the white faced Takian, an innocent smile crossing his face, though his mind already formulating a way though this minor obstacle.

The young officer slowly set the riot shield down and moved towards the young prince.

"Sire, your parents have been worried. . . I think you should come with me"

he looked uneasily at the hoard behind Dozle, "and, I think you should put those back where you found them. . . they aren't yours."

"I don't think so. . . you see, I am their God, and they will obey me without a second thought. . . now, I think it is time for you to die."

With a silent thought, Dozle triggered the trap, three SOAT-bots dropping from the vent shafts overhead onto the hapless man, blades streched outward, while three more droped ontop of the group behind him.

Commander Saren stood at the entrance to the High Domnion section of the spaceport landing bays, with the three trade/diplomatic representatives of the Dominion at the 'port. The evacuation had just, begun. The first transport had lifted off a few moments ago whipping the group with engine exhaust. Saren conversed with the representatives formulating plans. She had already sent a detachment to the main gate where the Crown Prince was arriving, with his mechanical hoard. She awaited their report, as she used a datapad to tap into the helmet sensors of the squad approaching the prince.

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The 10 man squad approached from behind the Takans, rounding the corner behind takans and Dozle, just as the takan officer began conversing with the boy prince. they were about 100 feet away.

Suddenly, the SOAT-bots dropped from the overhead venting, falling upon the takans. The Stormguard are taken momentarily aback by the scene. And waste precious seconds, gaping in disbelief. The marines begin firing their weaponry, and falling back to their main position knowing that they can't possible defeat that many enemies.

*****
Saren views the whole spectacle from her patch to the senors of the helmets.
Cursing loudly, Saren begins giving orders. "Accelerate the evacuation, don't let them bring anything with them, just get the civvies out of here! All marines to defensive positions A-1 ans A-2. Tell the pilots to lift off as soon as their full." Turning to the civilian administrators with her Saren says, "Sirs, at this time I'm ordering you out of here, this is now a military situation, get back to the Dominion and report."

She runs off with the 20 marines at her hangar to join the defenses at the hangar entrance facing the approach direction of Dozle. When she gets there, the majority of the rest of the mairnes are at the two position, the entrance barriers ae being erected. The force at the space port, is mainly a policing force, so there are few heavy weapons, but the few missile launchers, flamers, and cannnons available are being brought out. The marines will hold off the assault as long as possible then fall back for extraction.

"what?"

The officer felt a searing pain in his shoulders as the heavy SOAT crashed ontop of him, blades cutting through the bone as if it weren't even there. His scream was cut short as the second thrust its blade through his throat, silencing him, save for the gurgle of blood filling his lungs.

The marines turned to run as the second trio of SOATs dropped infront of them, turning with feline grace and springing atop the retreating Takians. Their short screams filled the hallway, mingling with the slick scent of blood. All five marines were cut down, and not a shot had been fired.

An assault transport from one of the many Valinor orbital facilities comes streaking through the atmosphere toward the starport. It blares the diplomatic and official transponder codes of registered to House Alderman itself. Minutes later it touches down, not even bothering to wait for the jabbering Takan ground controller to acknowledge it. It hastily finds a berth next to Valinor ships already trying to scramble from the starport.
Leading six squads of Imperial Sovereign Protectors stands an older man dressed in a quasi-military cut uniform. Four others in a uniform of the same cut stand beside him, the only mark on any of them is a small V-like emblem on the collar of the other four.
The man at the lead stands for a moment, his gaze slightly off-center into the sky.
"This way," he says in a cool, emotionless voice with a clipped accent.
The 22 Protectors and 4 others follow Toni Vacit toward and walk quickly toward where the sounds of screams rise across the starport.

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Director Toni Vacit

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Encrypt: Vermillion, New Koln, Imperial Center, Alderman Verification 000
To: High Prince Taka
Priority: Vermillion 1

I do not care what is going on. Supreme Commander Lord Young has informed me that SOAT-bots have been activated. Director Vacit and a team of my best Protectors are coming to find my son and return him to New Koln at once.

Rowald Alderman

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Encrypt: Vermillion, New Koln, Imperial Center, Alderman Verification 000
To: Chancellor Beachamp
Priority: Vermillion 1

High Prince Taka and I are working to establish what is going on and get to the bottom of this situation. Director Vacit of the Special Liaison Service and several of my best Sovereign Protectors have arrived in Neo-Kyoto. Rest assured, this matter will be resolved quickly.

Rowald Alderman

Dozle looks into the sky briefly as his soat-bots finish off the marines, his mind connecting with the incoming shuttle's computer.

"well, it seems our dear friend the dirrector has come to claim me. . . how ammusing, let us assure we do not keep him waiting."

He steps off towards the space port, his army falling into the mindless motions normaly seen in SOAT's. . . no need to forwarn him what was to come.

"of all the. . ." Taka crumpled the reply, noting Vacit approaching the soat hoard, and at the forefront, his grandson, Dozle. Taka hastily tapped out a reply, sending it as he strode towards the elevator tube that linked the massive facility. He grabbed a matixed boken from his personal supply stash, reguarding the weapon, traditionaly used in training due to its tendancy to be non-lethal.

"Send a lacky to do a man's job. . . I'll take care of this myself."

the door closed as the encrypted transmition was sent.


[code:1:eb41796e68]

Encryption code: Alpha, Gama, 9, 2, 5, Zulu, Foxtrot, Echo, 4, 2

message:

My dear son in law, perhaps it would be best if my grandson was simply taught traditional Mizunian dicipline, I will personaly see to it that he is returned with utmost haste, safely in the care of Director Vacit.

[/code:1:eb41796e68]

four of his Honor guard, wearing the traditional armor of the Samurai and weilding boken, stepped beside him, the elevator door closing as the tube zipped towards the starport. in a matter of moments, the door slid open again, and Taka stepped out, joined by anouther ten honor guard. He strode up along side Vacit, glancing over, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"Ah, Dirrector Vacit, I suppose you've come to collect my errant grandson for his father?"

"Indeed," Vacit says in his calm voice. "His Majesty will no doubt want a full explanation for his son's behavior. And I am to return him by any non-lethal means possible."
Vacit looks at the Sovereign Protectors with him. The men seem slightly uneasy about carrying stunners and the new sonic weapons bought from Ma-tek instead of their typical Impalers. But even His Majesty hadn't stopped Vacit from making sure the Protectors still carried their Impaler 44 side arms and the traditional swords.

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In New Koln, Rowald Alderman drums his fingers on his desk, looking at Taka's message. He recently learned that Vacit took four other Myrmidons with him on top of the Protector squads.
Their comes a knock at the study door.
"Enter."
A Sovereign Protector Captain enters, "Your Majesty" he says bending to one knee.
"Have my personal shuttle prepared. I believe that my son will need an enforcement of my own discipline on top of his grandfathers."
"Yes, Your Majesty," the Protector stands with a bow and then leaves.
Once he is gone, Rowald hits the send key on his comp-pad.

Encrypt: Vermillion, New Koln, Imperial Center, Alderman Verification 000
To: High Prince Taka
Priority: Vermillion 1

I will arrive at the spaceport momentarily. My son shall receive an reinforcement of the Valinor discipline as well. And I think it best that I attend to him before Vacit does.

"Of course, though I too will want to know how exactly he activated so many of our soat bots. . . our records only show a stock of 2,000. A moot point I'm sure, let us wory about convincing him to come with us first."

Taka rounded the corner with Vacit, coming face to face with the widely smiling Dozle. He scanned the carnage, before locking his eyes with Dozle's. Gripping the boken tightly in both hands, he spoke calmly, but firmly.

"It is time for you to go home Dozle, that decision has already been made. . . wether you go of your own free will, or wether Dirrector Vacit carries your limp body to your father. . . that is your decision."

Vacit studies Dozle coldly, "And believe me, Crown Prince, I doubt your father will be to particular about the way you are handled. I am sure that he will pass of what ever the High Prince will do, becuase it will very well pale in comparison next to what he will do."
Vacit is eyeing the SOATS suspiciously, but even more suspicious is the reading he is getting of Dozle.

"Oh I think not Dirrector" He said with a noticable sneer. "I belive I will take the third option, you will get out of my way, and I will take your space craft. . . as well as your drydocked flagships, Grandfather. Now, will you move, or will I be forced to move you?"

"Crown Prince or not," Vacit allows a sharp edge to come into his voice. "Listen carefully, greater people than you may ever become have tried to move me. They have all failed, and many of them now rest in the ground or in the Void. Remember this, son of House Alderman or not, your father respects my judgement and my capacity to serve him, and your grandfather, Gustav, did as well."

"A pitty, I was rather hoping you would see that you can not win."

The expression on his face never changes, however the air around him begins to hum, almost as if ionizing around him. Sharp cracks fill the air, as thin tendrals of greenish energy begin to cascade around him. He raises a hand, palm upward, as a ball of the energy begins to dance around his hand, a flickering ball that begins to collapse in on itself, forming a bead of intence flame.

"This is your last chance. . . stand aside, or die."

The Ortagan enclaves at the starport were put on full alert instantly. Their gates were closed, and the groups of Atlas Guard were put on alert and took up perimeter positions.

Ambassador Alfredo Balacci, stood looking out of the windows of the embassy building.

"At least Taka is the nation we do the least trade with," he says talking to the holograph of Prime Minister Fremont in the middile of the room.

"Indeed," the Prime Minister said. "I will alert Archduke Raphael at once to the situation. You have already implemented the advisory evacuation and travel recommendations?"

"Of course. Most of the merchants here anyway pulled out at the first sign of trouble anyway."

"Good. Be on your guard, Mr. Balacci. This will no doubt get worse before it gets any better," and with that Fremont is gone.

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Silesia, Capital of New Ortaga

Raphael Corrin III watches as Jorge Fremont, long-term Prime Minister sits down across from him as he takes his lunch.

"Ah, Jorge, tell me would you like something as well?" the Archduke moves to motion to a nearby servant

"No, Your Grace, I have an important matter to present to you," Fremont hands Raphael a data pad with information on the crisis in Taka.

Several minutes later, he looks up at Fremont.

"Your assessment of all this, Jorge?"

"It will more than likely mushroom over, Your Grace. It seems that New Koln is clueless on this whole matter, Neo-Kyoto equally so, and the same for the High Dominion of Falasmayon."

"I will not have my nation caught unawares, Jorge. The Elite Guard, Atlas Guard, and Cronus Wing will be on high alert within the hour. I will also the Sea of Unity aqua fleet put out to see at once. Do our citizens in Taka have evacuation routes?"

"Of course, Your Grace."

"Good, I want all non-essential personnel out of Taka at once. No need for us to be caught up in this family quarrel. We will soon have enough on our plates if we take on the Vernii for Valinon. I take it the House of Commons will address this as well?"

"I will be meeting with my cabinet soon, Your Grace."

"And I will meet with Dame Vallencia, the House of Lords will be prepared as well."

"Thank you, Your Grace."

You don't need a prince.

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Kûk‡xenisi n!ok‡x'osi xno-k‡xek‡emi.-The state only exists to serve itself.
"Oppose excessive military spending, yet believe in excessive spending on junk food and plastic surgery to make all your women look like LARDASSES!"-Sino, when I criticized excessive military spending.
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I'm male. Note the pic of attractive women.

The 10 marines stand, near the Takan and Valinon groups, watching, and sending visual reports back to Saren. The marines are well aware that they're in over their heads, and are only staying because, saren ordered them to, and because they're surrounded by some of the deadlies warriors on Proxima. They wait to see how this exchange will turn out.

((OOC: SOAT-bot pics))

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http://www.colinmackenzie.net/robots/amee/judo2.jpg
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"A pitty, I was rather hoping you would see that you can not win."

The expression on his face never changes, however the air around him begins to hum, almost as if ionizing around him. Sharp cracks fill the air, as thin tendrals of greenish energy begin to cascade around him. He raises a hand, palm upward, as a ball of the energy begins to dance around his hand, a flickering ball that begins to collapse in on itself, forming a bead of intence flame.

"This is your last chance. . . stand aside, or die."

"I will not stand down," Vacit says coldly. "However, you are welcome to try your hand, Crown Prince. Maybe you will learn when you are taught where you stand in life." Vacit eyes the ball of energy. The Sovereign Protectors bring their weapons at the ready, and the four other Myrmidions stand with their Director.

OOC: And the SOATs are in no way inspired by AMI from the Red Planet movie with Val Kilmer...... :wink:

The lead Honor Guardsman stepped forth, his boken outstreched as he fell into a relaxed dueling possition. The green flames glinted from his armor, as his boken's crystal matrixing glowed a dull blue. He relaxed his mind, opening his to his opponent's thoughts and moves. . . but something was different. . . he was almost as if the Prince not only didn't exist, but was a vacume, as if he were absorbing all the energy from the room and drawing it into an endless pit.

((OOC: of course not, what ever gave you that idea?))

The Sovereign Protectors behind Vacit are beginning to get nervous. The whole army of SOATs continues to mill about, then the Takan starts to glow.
Unnerved one of the younger Protectors moves suddenly, bring his sidearm up to fire as on of the SOATs continues its mindless milling about. The round of spikes spews forward.
Vacit can almost be heard to mutter a curse in some gutteral language.

The rounds slam against the outerskin of the bot, ricocheting off and into the corridor behind them, but a lucky spike jams into the shoulder, jamming itself into the joint. The bot tries in vain for a moment to move its arm, turning its head to inspect the problem.

"you really shouldn't have done that" Dozle says to the guard, the head of it and its fellows turning and glowing a menevolent red.

Swicht!

Leg blades flash into place, followed by the flood of soats, a metal tide breaking over the Protectors.

Get rid of royalty altogether, like us. It's a good idea.

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Kûk‡xenisi n!ok‡x'osi xno-k‡xek‡emi.-The state only exists to serve itself.
"Oppose excessive military spending, yet believe in excessive spending on junk food and plastic surgery to make all your women look like LARDASSES!"-Sino, when I criticized excessive military spending.
http://www.sulucas.com/images/steatopygia.jpg
I'm male. Note the pic of attractive women.

An LRR destroyer, followed by a pair of freighter/troopships drops out of hyperspace above the spaceport.

"Spaceport landing control, this is the LRRSV Robert Plant. We come with a force of 400 naval infantrymen to help you defend against the renegade prince you have on your hands. We request landing clearance for two troopships, about the size of a frigate, and six corvettes. We will remain in orbit, however."

An LRR troopship looks kind of like a bloated Hammer II class corvette, if you have ever seen one.

Aboard the LRRSV Henry Macini, a Class 1 troopship......

Captain Paul Kynes walks down the corridor to the troop bay from the bridge, flanked by a bentusi sailor and an insectoid sailor. He enters the large bay to meet 200 infantrymen, all of whom quickly rise to their feet, then sit down as he continues into the room. Kynes is met by Sergent Zimbra, his personal attendant. Zimbra points to the captain's combat gear, consisting of a standard-issue plasma rifle, a phaser pistol, five plasma grenades, one slow-pellet stunner, one suit of non vacum-rated power armor (basically a set of mechanical muscles to help move heavier pieces of equipment), one standard-issue set of nanomachine-resistant combat boots with magnetic grippers, one standard-issue nanomachine-resistant combat suit, and one standard issue combat survival kit. The only personalized bit of equipment is a cutlass, given to him by Duke Paul Atrides himself. The infantrymen are some of LRR's best troops, and do not intend to see their allies get killed at the hands of some crazy kid.

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Captain Paul Kynes, commander of the LRR naval infantrymen, and protector of the people.

LRR, I'm afraid that unless you've already got a presnece in the space port, you won't know about it, so if you want to rewrite that so your troops are already planet side when this breaks out that would be fine. its an intergalactic space port, so there would be reasons for military craft there *repair, refitting, stocking, shore leave*

LRR, I'm afraid that unless you've already got a presnece in the space port, you won't know about it, so if you want to rewrite that so your troops are already planet side when this breaks out that would be fine. its an intergalactic space port, so there would be reasons for military craft there *repair, refitting, stocking, shore leave*

OCC: How about they are returning to their temporary base there?

The Protectors open fire, even with their skill, the blades are too much. Twenty-nine are cut down. But then Vacit turns, with a vague gesture the SOATs freeze, and suddenly they feel themselves being pushed back by a force akin to that of a tsunami, an enraged force of God acting on them.
"A nice trick, Crown Prince," Vacit says. "But childish none the less. And your father will not be happy about this at all now. And I do not think that you will sleep easily for some time to come."

((OOC: that might cause problems, as we've not called for help, if you come it, then we'll know you've been eaves dropping on our communicatoins, and things could get. . . messy))

IC

"Oh I don't belive I've got anything to worry about dirrector, you see, your power is but a fading flicker in comparison to what I now am. . . " He closes his eyes a moment, opening them and locking gaze with Vacit, a flare growing behind his eyes. "You should have killed me when you had your chance dirrector. . . as it is, you are simply a pawn, one that has outlived its purpose." the glow behind his eyes flares to blinding brilliance, manifesting as a bolt of energy flashing towards him, and leaving a plasma stream behind in its wake.

that might cause problems, as we've not called for help, if you come it, then we'll know you've been eaves dropping on our communicatoins, and things could get. . . messy

OCC: How about this:

The group of LRR ships, temporarily stationed there and out on a short training exersize, were alerted by the base personell, who have become aware of the problem through some means.

That would work

((OOC: that might cause problems, as we've not called for help, if you come it, then we'll know you've been eaves dropping on our communicatoins, and things could get. . . messy))

IC

"Oh I don't belive I've got anything to worry about dirrector, you see, your power is but a fading flicker in comparison to what I now am. . . " He closes his eyes a moment, opening them and locking gaze with Vacit, a flare growing behind his eyes. "You should have killed me when you had your chance dirrector. . . as it is, you are simply a pawn, one that has outlived its purpose." the glow behind his eyes flares to blinding brilliance, manifesting as a bolt of energy flashing towards him, and leaving a plasma stream behind in its wake.

Vacit watches the energy writhing toward him with hardly any expression at all. He takes two measured steps back and then crosses his arms. The energy wells up against some unseen shield. Two of the Myrmidons with Vacit have eyes half close, concentrate deeply. One staggers slightly as the blast hits the shield.
There is no way he could manage that.... Vacit thinks to himself. Unless, no that its impossible.....
"Enough games, Crown Prince. Now it is my turn," blades are ripped of the SOAT bots. Joining with daggers and combat knives of the Protectors and an array of spinning disks, spikes, and spheres. The miny aero armada swarms toward Dozle.

That would work

OCC: Ok.

IC:

The troopships land, and the LRR infantrymen disembark. They walk down the corridors to the prince's position, led by Captain Kynes. Their approach is signaled by the sound of The Grenadier's March played by fifes and drums. The 400 naval infantrymen are split into 4 groups for the time being. One group follows immediately behind the Captain, one sets up a fall-back perimeter, and the other two cover the exit to the outside.

The blades whir through the air and around Dozle, as he efforlessly pushes them aside before they hit. The row behind him falls, the bots cut to bits, proving the lethality of the cloud pushed his way. Dozle stops one inches from his face, twisting it with his mind, and causing it and the others to begin a dance around him, a swirling maelstrom of slivered death, forming a makeshift barrier.

He streches a hand outward through it, the blades changing paths to avoid him. With his mind he beings to cause the air around Vacit and the two Myridians to move, raising the temprature rapidly till the air turns to plasma, and flames rip across the spaceport, heading dirrectly towards Vacit.

One of the shielding Myrmidon's visible struggles. But manages to stand his ground. The uniform of the other is scorched at the edges. Vacit looks at the oncoming fireball with what can only be described as severe distaste. He flicks a movement with his hand. His mind begins to stretch into the air, pushing turn, creating a channel for the onslaught of energy. Sending it spiraling upward, and upward, until it becomes no more than outgassing into the atmosphere.
He turns to Dozle, eyeing him cooly.
We meet again, Would-Be God he says with the voice of his mind.

We do indeed dirrector Adam's voice rings in in Vacit's head. Though this time, you have to die. . . its your. . . fate he said, a sneer forming over Dozle's face. The wirling tornado vanishes, Dozle simply standing stone still, before bursting foward, the flame sword reappearing in his hand as he levied a strike against Vacit's chest. . . but something was different, it seemed as if his powers had vanished, almost as if he weren't even there.

Taka and his guard had stepped back, realizing that he was, at the moment, outclassed. He saw the LRR infantry aproaching and ran towards them. Approaching the leader he waved him over.

"I think we've a bit of a problem on our hands here. . . though all in all, I'm rather glad to see a friendly face."

"Landing bays report 50% evacuation" came the voice over the comms channel to Saren.

"Excellent. Alright marines lets move out! we'll rendevous with the squad at the site of this and see if we can give some aid to Prince Taka and the LRR. The ships will be able to get mostly clear on their own from here." he ordered.

The marines leave the defensive positions and move quickly towards the rest of the assorted nations presences. Reaching the LRR and Taka. Saren simply introduces herself, and tells Taka (with proper deference) that his marines will offer any assistance (admittedly limited) that they can.

Taka and his guard had stepped back, realizing that he was, at the moment, outclassed. He saw the LRR infantry aproaching and ran towards them. Approaching the leader he waved him over.

"I think we've a bit of a problem on our hands here. . . though all in all, I'm rather glad to see a friendly face."

Captain Kynes walks over to Taka and his gaurd. However, being in plain sight of Dozle and Vacit, he is somewhat worried. Last time he checked, he didn't have any supernatural powers. He remembered how Zimbra had poured himself some coffe with his mind, though. Mabye that would count as something.

"It's good to see you too. As for your.....er....problems," he looks over at the army of warbots and prince dozle, "I think we might be in a little over our heads."


Meanwhile, the LRR infantrymen at the fallback positions set up makeshift barricades with tables and chairs, but leave a space for retreating troops to pass through in sufficent numbers. SBSW-3 plasma cannons are set up, as well as several EMP mines to hopefully slow the warbots' advance. The infantrymen salute as the Falasmayon marines and their commander pass their positions.

Taka and his guard had stepped back, realizing that he was, at the moment, outclassed. He saw the LRR infantry aproaching and ran towards them. Approaching the leader he waved him over.

"I think we've a bit of a problem on our hands here. . . though all in all, I'm rather glad to see a friendly face."

Captain Kynes walks over to Taka and his gaurd. However, being in plain sight of Dozle and Vacit, he is somewhat worried. Last time he checked, he didn't have any supernatural powers. He remembered how Zimbra had poured himself some coffe with his mind, though. Mabye that would count as something.

"It's good to see you too. As for your.....er....problems," he looks over at the army of warbots and prince dozle, "I think we might be in a little over our heads."


Meanwhile, the LRR infantrymen at the fallback positions set up makeshift barricades with tables and chairs, but leave a space for retreating troops to pass through in sufficent numbers. SBSW-3 plasma cannons are set up, as well as several EMP mines to hopefully slow the warbots' advance. The infantrymen salute as the Falasmayon marines and their commander pass their positions.

We do indeed dirrector Adam's voice rings in in Vacit's head. Though this time, you have to die. . . its your. . . fate he said, a sneer forming over Dozle's face. The wirling tornado vanishes, Dozle simply standing stone still, before bursting foward, the flame sword reappearing in his hand as he levied a strike against Vacit's chest. . . but something was different, it seemed as if his powers had vanished, almost as if he weren't even there.

Vacit wills his mind to push. Deep from his throat rips out a roar of a man infuriated. The rage carries outward, it is not a thing of finesse, it is not a thing of grace or careful planning, what surges out now is raw power. A crackle fills the air, and Vacit launches a tidal force of energy, telekenetic force, and pure rage toward the Crown Prince.

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

At New Koln, Rowald Alderman, Ruler of an Empire, waits impatiently as a Valinor troop transport races across the tarmack of Konrad Alderman Imperial Aerospace Port, in the quarter of the vast capital city typically given over to the various branches of His Majesty's Armed Services.
The troop transport comes to a halt near the trio of shuttles waiting, a man dressed in a flowing great coat, black inscribed with strange patterns of fine red lines. The face atop the heavy coat is covered by a mask.
"You summoned me, My Liege Lord Alderman?"
"Yes," Rowald says. "You have brought your best men?"
"Of course, Lord."
"Good, have them board."
The man bows, "I have something special in mind, My Lord, not all of them will require space inside your shuttles."
The masked man gestures to several others, either with their own masks, or with ritualistic tatoos covering their faces. They are strapping on strange packs.
"Very well then," Rowald turns, and the shorter man follows in his wake, along with several of his comrades and followed by Protectors. At the edge of the boarding ramp, the leader turns to the twelve standing with the packs.
"Tsutomete dekiagari!"
"Hai, Damyo!" they say in unison. They scale the Emperor's shuttle, and the fingertips of their strange gloves shine with an eerie cast, as do the toes of their boots and knee pieces. Rowald watches for a moment.
"I trust that will hold once we past the sound barrier."
"Of course, My Lord."
"Good," With that they board, and the shuttles lift off heartbeats later, streaking toward Neo-Kyoto.

Taka nods at Kynes, pointing to his own honor guard already setting up baricades to channel the bots through the next space port.

"I belive we shoudl leave them be. . . with any luck Vacit will eb able to finish him off, as for the bots. . . good luck with them, I've called in for some heavy coilguns. . . if you've got any heavy weaponry, I suggest you get it ready for when they aret moving. . . cause its not going to be pretty if they get into melee range."

The energy passed through Dozle's form as if it weren't even there, not stopping it an inch. Dozle flys through Vacit, dissipating, as the real Dozle attacks from the rear, blades still flying around him and adding yet anouther vector for his attack. He thrusts his sword foward, aiming for the small of Vacit's back.

Vacit is already in motion to face the real Dozle, but the age of the Myrmidon tells on him. His younger opponents exploits his speed ruthlessely. The blade slides oddly graceful into the Director's side, tearing through flesh, muscle, and into the kidney. Vacit's eyes grow wide for a moment, but then quickly go cold as steel.
The older man pulls himself off Dozle's blade. Hunching over to one side, the Myrmidon extends a hand a pipe from the starport flies into it. Vacit assumes a vague enguard stance.
I am not so easily dispatched, Adam, not even at this age.

"then let us have a short fencing lesson Dirrector, you know how much I loved your teaching"

He raises the sword in an almost carefree stance, levying a guarded thrust towards Vacit experimentaly, before increacing the tempo of the swirling blade storm around him.

Vacit's weapon comes up quickly a perfect perry, as he sends off a wave of interference material toward Dozle's blade storm. His feet quietly leave the ground, as he seeks better position against the storm he knows is coming.
"You would do well to remember, Prince, that the master never passes on all his tricks. I still have a few surprises to my credit."

"Oh I should hope so, you see, I've got a few of my own"

He raps his blade hard against Vacit's pipe, willing the flame to wrap around it, entangling Vacit's weapon and slowly heating it as he pulls hard, trying to disarm his teacher.

An energy writhes through the pipe to counter Dozle's attack. The fire is pushed off as if by some unseen hand. Vacit moves rapidly, the pipe taking on a strange pulsating aurora, not physically visible but there nonetheless.
"You have still not learned finesse, nor any particulars on how to indivdually confront your opponents. Attacks designed for the masses will not carry you forever."
He launches a feint to the right, that rapidly moves to attack Dozle's left.

Dozle moves to block the attack to his right, and can't move fast enough to block the attack to his left. He dodges to the side, the bladestorm flying to intercept the incoming blow.

"bastard. . . I will teach you to defy a God's will"

Dozle throws all of his will into stopping Vacit from moving, paralyzing his muscles, save his heart and lungs.

"you die now"

Dozle moves to block the attack to his right, and can't move fast enough to block the attack to his left. He dodges to the side, the bladestorm flying to intercept the incoming blow.

"bastard. . . I will teach you to defy a God's will"

Dozle throws all of his will into stopping Vacit from moving, paralyzing his muscles, save his heart and lungs.

"you die now"

In reply to Taka's question, Captain Kynes raises up his plasma SMG.

"I'm sure those 'bots will love these. We've got some squad support PCs, and there's a couple light hovertanks out on the tarmac in case the bots get that far. As for their blades, well, our armor should provide good protection to a degree."

But as soon as the battle between Dozle and Vacit springs up, he hurries behind the nearest barricade, behind which a group of 25 infantrymen set up SBSW-3 squad support PCs on top of some conference tables. He drags Taka with him, and he ducks behind a posture chair in time do avoid a stray burst of flame. He contemplates asking Vacit if he needs help, but is afraid of breaking his concentration.

Rowald watches as Neo-Kyoto nears.
"Send in your men, Shoju."
"Yes, Lord."
The Scorpion daiymo closes his eyes for a moment. On the outside of the Emperor's shuttle, the attached Scorpions activate their packs. Long, slender wings painted black, and with a Scorpion mon riding on the wing-tips come into place. A low whine fills the air, the gloves glow once again, and they detach, rapidly falling behind the shuttle before streaking of toward the spaceport.
"It is done, Lord," Bayushi says.
"Good," Rowald turns to the Protector Captain. "Send the other two shuttles ahead."
"Yes, Your Majesty."

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

Vacit fills his muscles seizes, refusing to obey his commands, he falls ungraceful as a rock from his float of the ground. Eyes still move, coming to lock on Dozle, a look of unbridled loathing centering on the Crown Prince.
I will defy whomever I please to comes the booming voice across the minds of those present.
Lose material across the starport rises, and in some cases not so lose. A swarm of pipes, metal shards, ferrocrete, and anything capable of being pulled in flies toward Dozle.
A low whine fills the air suddenly. Twelve raptor (as in birds of prey, not the damned dinosaurs) shaped objects appear on the horizon. They quickly resolve, and their are several sharp intakes of breaths from the surviving Protectors as they recognize the symbols and the pilots.
The leader of the small group motions with his hands, "Ichigou......niban.....sanban. Raishuu!"
The twelve men hit a stud in the middle of their chest straps, and they drop from the temporary packs, sending them on their way. Eleven of them were the danger suits of the Dominion of Outer Centauri, covered in the strange glyphs and markings of the Scorpion Clan, all in black and red. The tweleth is different though. He is old, wearing a long robe, covered in even more ornate symbology. He descends calmly, coming to rest at ease atop a building spire as his fellows drop on. They surround the Crown Prince in a rough circle.

Then, dirrector, you must die, along with your little minions.

Dozle closes his eyes for a moment, before locking them with the lead Scorpian.

"I'm afraid you have to die now."

He points upward.

Captain Dor'ral of the Retribution walked onto the bridge, swinging his cane. He looked for a moment at the planet coming into view. He points to a still steaming tea spot on his uniform.

"would anyone care to explain this?"

"well sir, it would seem that we are changing course. . . "

"I am well aware of that, what I'm asking, is why we are changing course without my order?"

"its the computer sir, its just taken its own course. . . oh shit, firing sequence has been initiated!"

"Well stop it!" the Captain said, thoughrougly annoyed, walking over to the consol. "JEsus, it's targeting Neo-Kyoto, if you let that fire then I'll personaly have your balls tacked to your ornimate sash."

"I can't sir"

Intruder detected, initiating self defence protocal

"what? are we being boarded as well?"

a pair of automatic coilguns popped from the ceiling, the Captian's eyes widening as he realized that the computer is recognizing them as the boarders. The air fills with the booming roar as the guns open fire. Within a mater of seconds a sensor sweep verifies that all life on the ship has been annihilated. In space, the Retribution turns, locking onto its target. as Dozle points upwards, it fires.

* * * * *

The spaceport air fills with an ionized scent, and sparkles of electricity begin to fly around. The Prince realizes with dread what is about to come, and grabs the LRR captain nearest him, dragging him towards the nearest cover. The area under Vacit begins to glow, the ground begining to rumble and crack. The lightning bolts fly around faster and faster, slowly raising into the air, till they begin to form a tower from the spaceport to the sky. The SOAT-bot army scatters, as the beam connects with the orbiting Retribution. Dozle's eyes open in the beam, locking gaze with Vacit as the beam is fired

Good by Vacit, you have deffied me for the last time

The bolt slams into the spaceport, tearing trhough flesh, rockcrete, neo-titanium and psychic shields with equal ease at its appocolyptic power.

Why do I get the feeling I'm seeing a Vader/Luke duel in reverse? (Grandson is evil; Granddad is good)

More powerful than Jedi, they are, I see.

Cowers while tagging this RP.

Vacit looks up, seeing the oncoming energy beam.
Yet another term of service ended he mummers. He watches as black shapes move rapidly to dodge the oncoming blast, he hears the Protectors scatter, and his own Myrmidons gather to stand their grown. Then a strange shadow descends over his eyes, he hears a stranger mummering voice, and then the world flares as the energy comes closer.

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

The blast hits the spaceport, 8 Scorpions are killed, 4 shimmer for a moment and disappear. Only six of the Protectors manage to find cover in time. The two surviving Myrmidons are killed when their shield collapses. And at the epicenter of it all, Vacit. The shugenja leaves his perch, for all appearance too late to save either of them with whatever he was preparing.

The ash and smoke cleared, revealing the standing Dozle, a crackling aura of power around him, pushing aside everything around him. He steps foward, and looks into the blasted crater.

"so much for the great and immortal Dirrector Vacit. . . a pity you never followed your own lessons. . . never face the same enemy twice."

With a smirk, he turns around, walking past the uncontious form of the High PRince, he lands a strong kick to his side, sending him flying against a nearby wall.

"A pitty you never learned that yourself dear Grandfather, for I have returned, and this time, I will make sure that you are not a threat to me. He snatches a impaler handgun from one of the smoking corpses and levels it towards the prostate form of the Prince.

The roar of three shuttles shatters the solemn silence of the devestated spaceport.
Rowald blows the hatch of his own shuttle.
"My Lord," Shoju comes forward. "Allow me."
"Silence, Shoju," Rowald shouts ove the den and jumps out, the air is filled with Protectors, Sardaukar, and Scorpions rapidly descending toward the scene on parachutes. Fire already erupts as the Protectors and Sardaukar unleash Valinor energy weaponry against their targets, the SOATs.
Rowald cooly lowers one of the new sonic cannons from Ma-tek, aims at Dozle and fires.

(Tag for latter archive retreival)

OOC: We'll i suppose i ought to try something to save Taka. No matter how useless it will be. Here we go!

IC: Commander Saren staggered, bringing her body up to a kneel. The blast had been horrific, killing 20 marines unable to get into cover. She herself had been knocked flat from underneath the cover of a now non-existent facade wall.

Seeing the arrogant prince waltze over and kick the leader of a respected ally put her over the top. She leveled, her (experimental test version) longrifle and fired it into Dozles back as he brought the impaler pistol to bear. A solid slug of metal 3 inches in length blasted into Dozles back at hypersonic speeds, leaving barely visible smoke trails in its wake.

9I dont know, At point blank range it might actullay stagger him for a moment of two before he turns around.)

The Falysamayon bolt riochetes off an invisible shield, Dozle doesn't even notice, however the blast strikes Dozle mid arm, shattering it with its pulse. He turns with furry in his eyes, and thrusts his good arm out, sending the cascading shots flying backwards into the assualting troops. with a silent order the SOATs flee towards transports, the ships acting of thier own free will to lower bays. What crew are unlucky enough to still be aboard are qucikly cut down.

"this is between us, Father, not my army. . . yet. . ."

The craft begin to rocket skyward, each packed with thousands of the SOAT bots. They open fire, tearing a path through the heavens, and towards escape.

A trio of older men like the one who tried to save Vacit begin mummering in some strange language. The bullets flying back toward the Valinor vaporizes against a wall of "hardened" air. They come to rest in the area around Dozle. At the center stands Rowald, flanked closely by Bayushi Shoju and Captain Tynan.
"Explain yourself," the Emperor of Valinon says coldly. He raises the sonic cannon again, and dials up the setting to a stronger force.

"I am ascending to your throne, Father" He holds his shattered arm out, it reattaching before the Emperor's eyes. "and I am taking my birthright. . . you will turn over the Empire to me, or I will kill you and take it myself."

Following Saren's lead, the LRR infantrymen let out an amazing barrage of plasma weaponry aimed at Dozle before running full speed in the other direction. Captain Kynes is the last to leave, and he calls for the Takan gaurd to follow.

"There's not much we can do now," he calls to Saren, "best get out while you can, and be ready for those SOAT-bots."

The infantrymen get to their furthest barricades, and a force of 100 is left within the spaceport itself. Meanwhile, on the tarmac of the spaceport, hovertanks and hoverscouts zoom about, as infantrymen set up defensive enclaves around their transports and corvettes, reinforced with heavy plasma weaponry.

Meanwhile, in orbit........

The crew of the LRRSV Traveling Wilburys prepares for combat. Weapons systems are brought fully on-line. A squadron of six destroyers is already inbound from the nearest supply station, along with a wing of torpedo boats.

"All hands, man your battle stations!"
"Weapons......on line! Shields on line!"
"Deploying PD drones."
"Good, good. Target torpedos on the shuttles, antimatter warheads."

In the torpedo bays, the giant magazines of torpedos are connected to their tubes. Crewmen quickly leave the torpedo room for the pressurized atmosphere of the control station, just in time to escape being sucked into space by the torpedo room's de-pressurization.

"All tubes ready to fire. Missile banks ready to fire."
"Let 'em loose!"

A flock of torpedos and missiles arcs towards the shuttles. The destroyer then goes into wild evasive manouvers as if it were a fighter, all the while letting loose missiles and torpedos.

The energy bolts flash against the field, tearing long jagged pocks through the flickering aura, but none touch him. He pointedly ingnores the LRR marines, his full attention of his father, waitng the Emperor's responce.

Meanwhile, in Orbit,

The SOAT-bot loaded shuttles flew upward, not making any move to avoid the swarm of missiles coming towards them. A flash of red light tears through the sky, as space rips apart, the bulk of an old model Takian Dreadnaught appearing, the missiles detonating harmlessly off of its shields. It pulses with energy, and weapons mounts across it glow for a moment, before firing long streamers of death into the LRR fleet. The torpedeos follow, sleek and speedy, they fly like bolts towards thier target. In the Inky darkness, battle begins anew.

"I am ascending to your throne, Father" He holds his shattered arm out, it reattaching before the Emperor's eyes. "and I am taking my birthright. . . you will turn over the Empire to me, or I will kill you and take it myself."

"Unfortunately you forget one thing," Rowald says coldly. "You have to be of Alderman blood to ascend the throne, Child, and as of now you are formally disowned."
Rowald fires three rapid blasts with the sonic gun.

The shots slam through where Dozle stands, however, he doesn't even flinch as they pass through him.

"really now father, I would have given you more credit than that." The illusion disipates, and a slight trail of dust betrayes his jump to the left, and out of the way of the bolts. He rolls around the ground before tossing his hand outward, sending the bladestorm flying towards the mass of Sadukar.

"Uh-oh. EVASIVE MANOUVERS!!!!!!!!!"

The destroyer manouvers wildly, hoping to dodge some of the oncoming torpedos point-defense missiles take down some torpedos, and PD drones also account for some torpedos before they are destroyed. The ddestroyer takes heavy hits, but, amazingly, emerges somewhat intact. If there is one thing to be said about the rockland class, they are built like rocks. Or, that they are so archaic that there are no systems on board to fail. Nevertheless, the destroyer uses its remaining engine power to hurtle itself at the Takan dreadnaught. Escape pods eject from the sides as it goes, and head to the hyperspace RV point for the rest of the LRR squadron.

While this is happening, not far away, a group of six destroyers and 20 torpedo boats arrives out of hyperspace, weapons hot. The first thing they do is let fly a barrage of torpedos and missiles at the dreadnaught. The missiles streak towards the dreadnaught at very high speeds, armed with antimatter and plasma warheads. The torpedo boats use their fighter-like manouverability to stay one step ahead of the dreadnaught's guns, while the destroyers also manouver to bring their guns to bear on the Takan ship.

But even if the small squadron of destroyers and torpedo boats has little effect, the Dozle affair draws LRR ships like a magnet. Considering the fact that they have no real home port or patrol pattern, LRR ships free from duty flock to Proxima. Among their number are at least five battlecruisers, along with around 20 destroyers and a horde of torpedo boats, which would soon arrive. To supplement this force, there is also another 2,000 naval infantrymen. And this will all arrive in around an hour.

"Dozle? What kind of looser name is that?" muses Captain Brandybuck of the LRRSV Led Zepplin, an Abraham Lincoln class battlecruiser.

((OOC: LRR, just so ya know, this is the begining of something much more massive, WWII in space, and so those bots are going to escape eventualy, without taking enough damage to slow the campain.))

((OOC: LRR, just so ya know, this is the begining of something much more massive, WWII in space, and so those bots are going to escape eventualy, without taking enough damage to slow the campain.))

The shots slam through where Dozle stands, however, he doesn't even flinch as they pass through him.

"really now father, I would have given you more credit than that." The illusion disipates, and a slight trail of dust betrayes his jump to the left, and out of the way of the bolts. He rolls around the ground before tossing his hand outward, sending the bladestorm flying towards the mass of Sadukar.

The old men mummer again, this time drawing forth strange pieces of papyrus-like paper. The bladestorm loses cohesion, and then begins to bend back toward Dozle.
"Bayushi!" Rowald shouts. The Scorpion Diamyo springs into action, along with twenty-four Scorpions, drawing blades and advancing on Dozle. Rowald moves toward Taka.

Saren's stormguard detachment falls back with the LRR towards their defensive positions. about 60 marines are left.

double poste

*on the Ground*

Dozle springs foward, the flame blade reappearing, this time with one in each hand. He charges foward, through the blades which move aside as he runs by, leaving him a corridor to traverse. his blades flung behind him like wings, he leaps up, psyonicaly pushing himself further than possible by normal mortals. He fly's head first towards the nearest scorpian, his blade already outstreched and prepared for a lunging strike, however, his second blade prepared to flash in for a kill should the scorpian leave himself open by blocking.

*In Space*

The massive dreadnaught continues to fire volley after volley at the approaching LRR ships, its HEPD fields soaking the missliles and torpedoes as if tehy were mear mosquietos. Blossoms of orange and crimson flame flash around them, as the nova cannon is brought to bare. It is an older model, one of the first installed, and so it begins to charge deep within the belly of the beast, electrical jolts of lightneing flashing between it and the twin hulls it is housed between. It targets the largest LRR ship, preparing its soon to be near near light speed anti-matter warhead for firing.

"captains of the non native fleets, you have exactly thirteen seconds to move to hyperspace, before your ships are atomized and your surviving crews pressed into slave labor for the great and glorious Child God."

The scared form of Captain Yuugi's face appears on all the viewscreens, broadcasting to the planet below for the next part of his speach.

"You shall all tremble in fear and furry, for the Child God has risen, as our lord Adam hath proclaimed. Throw down your weapons, and join us, or raise up against us, and watch as we tear your nation to the foundation and below. Against his countless army, you will all fall and suffer."

The hanger doors open ,and the SOAT loaded shuttles file in, emptying thier cargo of death to form ranks and files, a grim parade, and a threat of what is to come.

The Scorpion moves oddly, seeming to move for a moment faster than a normal human could, he effectively dodges the first shot, and blocks the next. Meanwhile, Dozle feels the air around his blade storm twisting against him, as if the air itself is willing the blades to freeze in place.
Bayushi Shoju stands off slightly, concentrating on Dozle.
Rowald meanwhile, reaches Taka.
"It seems that you have some explaining do to, High Prince."

Taka shakes his head, trying in vain to clear the ringing in his ears as he looks incomprehencibly at the Emperor.

"It looks like both of us are owed explainations. . ." he says, eyes glinting towards Dozle. "Because last I checked, my grandson was not extrodinarily gifted. . . not like Adam. . . " He shakes his head "In time, first, we must beat a retreat, if he is what I think he is, then he's toying with them, but will soon grow bored." He glances at the sonic gun Rowald is holding.

"I've got a plan to force him to retreat, what would happen if that was overpowered?"

Dozle's blade wraps around the scoprion's weapon, as he uses his power to throw the warrior backwards with tremendous force. Grasping the flame sword like a javalin, he hurles it towards his foe, willing it to split off into twenty smaller, but no less deadly spears, hoping to finish the skilled Scorpian off once and for all.

The greater LRR battlegroup recieves this message while still in hyperspace. The largest ship currently deployed in the theartre of battle is the Traveling Wilburys, and it is hurtling itself at the Takan dreadnaught at maximum velocity. Meanwhile, the rest of the LRR battlegroup waits the thirteen seconds.

On the exact moment the 13 seconds are up, the fleet hyperspaces in- not 100meters from the exact rear of the Takan dreadnaught.

"FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A swarm of almost 2,500 torpedos, some antimatter, some banshee EM torpedoes, designed to rip holes in shields for torpedoes. As well as the torpedos, the Battlecruisers and destroyers open up with their ion cannons and antimatter cannons, blasting away into the drives of the Takan vessel for all they are worth, barely letting up the barrage. The six battlecruisers also let loose their heavy plasma cannons, shooting a total of 12 heavy plasma projectiles at the Takan dreadnaught. The destroyers and torpedo boats swarm all around the horribly outnumbered dreadnaught, using their amazing manouverability to stay ahead of the ship's guns, but the battlecruisers stay right on the dreadnaught's tail, hammering away with their high firepower.

Elsewhere in the system, battlecruisers and destroyer squadrons hyperspace in, and prepare to take on Dozle. If nothing else, the battlecruisers doubled as ramming ships, with two monstrous prongs extending from the main hull which house the torpedo bays and plasma cannons. Most every ship outside the WWSETI system and not involved with the daemon wars is en-route to Proxima. A very substantial force, be assured.

"Dozle, you dope! Stop this right now! You call yourself the child god, eh? WELL GET THAT *Expletive* NOTION OUT OF YOUR *Expletive* HEAD!!!!!"

One of the precautions taken by fleet command before setting out on the mission was to give the AI alternate control of the ship in the event that the crew becomes incapacitated. The ship AIs are hell-bent on avenging their crews if they die, to the point that they will become suicidal. Best not to get them angry.

Meanwhle, the LRR transports enter the atmosphere, and land a total of 2,000 naval infantrymen, the best of LRR's infantry.

Dozle's blade wraps around the scoprion's weapon, as he uses his power to throw the warrior backwards with tremendous force. Grasping the flame sword like a javalin, he hurles it towards his foe, willing it to split off into twenty smaller, but no less deadly spears, hoping to finish the skilled Scorpian off once and for all.

Taka shakes his head, trying in vain to clear the ringing in his ears as he looks incomprehencibly at the Emperor.

"It looks like both of us are owed explainations. . ." he says, eyes glinting towards Dozle. "Because last I checked, my grandson was not extrodinarily gifted. . . not like Adam. . . " He shakes his head "In time, first, we must beat a retreat, if he is what I think he is, then he's toying with them, but will soon grow bored." He glances at the sonic gun Rowald is holding.

"I've got a plan to force him to retreat, what would happen if that was overpowered?"

The Scorpion tries to dodge again, but the volume is too much. Three of the bolts pierce his right leg, and another grazes his abdomen. To his credit he does not cry out, merely rolls over. Suddenly, the other fire bolts are snuffed, as if the air itself has denied it their fuel.
Bayushi Shoju steps forward, drawing one of the two blades at his sides. The blade on his right seems to snarl when it is not chosen, the ohter blade hangs silent, dead as any other piece of metal.
"A test, Crown Prince, a test if you can live with the old ways. I think that your grandfather, paternally, would have wanted this in a way."

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

Rowald nods, "A tactical retreat for the moment, we can discuss more later. As for overloading the weapon, I could get off one high-powered shot and then it would explode. Or we could overloaded it fast enough that we can get a sonic explosion. And even if he is toying with them, I assure you that Bayushi Shoju is doing the same."

OOC: you know additionally, LRR, There is no way that Dozle is going to let you beat him, it destroys the whole thread. He's got a couple of aces up his sleeve.

OOC: And, LRR, what you are doing now in that much numbers will send the Valinor home defense fleet into spasms, and then they will hurt these unidentified ships. Plus we are jumpy enough since we just saw a Takan ship fire ON Taka.

*on the ground*

"and what have you planned now old man, my patients grows thin, and I would like to kill my father and grandfather both before I depart today"

*In space*

The dreadnaught does not hessitate, releacing a cloud of high yield torpedoes against the incoming LRR ships. The HEPD fields kick in, the fleet foolishly jumping into such close range had left them within the grasp of the Hutchison effect fields. The powerful generators kick to life, grabbing any ship within a kilometer and holding it into place, helpless to the swarms of missiles streaking towards them, at the same time, the second HEPD fields kick in, absorbing and detonating the incoming missiles a mear ten meters from the ship's thick armored hull. The few that escape do little more than scratch the paint, the crews protected by the massivly thick armor and powerful energy shields. The heavy guns swivle around the near circular hulls, targeting the firing ships, while a Nova shell from the distance heralds the arrival of the Adamite's reinforcements. The dread form of the flagship Prince Taka moves in, its prow mounted nova cannons locking onto targets for the second volley, even as the massive underbelly gun comes to bare. The latest in Takian Technology, and the most powerful ship ever constructed in Takian shipyards, has joined the fray, aiding the Adamites.

As he eight kilometer form slides across the inky darkness, the crew of the Dreadnaught cheers with joy. The Calvery had arrived.

((OOC: and I get to pull them now (evil smirk)))

*on the ground*

"and what have you planned now old man, my patients grows thin, and I would like to kill my father and grandfather both before I depart today"

*In space*

The dreadnaught does not hessitate, releacing a cloud of high yield torpedoes against the incoming LRR ships. The HEPD fields kick in, the fleet foolishly jumping into such close range had left them within the grasp of the Hutchison effect fields. The powerful generators kick to life, grabbing any ship within a kilometer and holding it into place, helpless to the swarms of missiles streaking towards them, at the same time, the second HEPD fields kick in, absorbing and detonating the incoming missiles a mear ten meters from the ship's thick armored hull. The few that escape do little more than scratch the paint, the crews protected by the massivly thick armor and powerful energy shields. The heavy guns swivle around the near circular hulls, targeting the firing ships, while a Nova shell from the distance heralds the arrival of the Adamite's reinforcements. The dread form of the flagship Prince Taka moves in, its prow mounted nova cannons locking onto targets for the second volley, even as the massive underbelly gun comes to bare. The latest in Takian Technology, and the most powerful ship ever constructed in Takian shipyards, has joined the fray, aiding the Adamites.

As he eight kilometer form slides across the inky darkness, the crew of the Dreadnaught cheers with joy. The Calvery had arrived.

((OOC: and I get to pull them now (evil smirk)))

"Goddamnit!!!!!!!"

The LRR ships use their very powerful antimatter drives to force their way outside of the dreadnaught's HEPD range. They then kick in their hyperspace drives and run for deep space, without most of the destroyers and torpedo boats. While the battlecruiser captains were somewhat surprised that their antimatter cannons, capable of slicing a carrier in two in the first few shots, would not hurt the dreadnaught, they were built to be able to run from almost anything. There are stories of battlecruisers being chased by fighters and the fighters loosing. But those that do escape barely escape. It seems as though the takan fleet will need larger numbers to defeat it.

But over earth, a blue hyperspace signature generates over a large, crescent-shaped object and its gaurding fleet of Orion class destroyers and Rockland II class destroyers, complete with antimatter and hutchinson effect generaors of their own. Joining these is a group of 10 Abraham Lincoln class battlecruisers, Fredrick Douglass subclass, which are almost 500 meters long, and also use the Hutchinson effect, their hulls festooned with tesla coils, as well as more traditional laser PD mounts and antimatter cannons. They even have farad systems. As well as this, there are the new Mr. Tambourine Man torpedo boats. The only major problem with this fleet is that it is largely un-battle-tested. But the Fredrick Douglass battlecruisers are some of the smallest ships to have that kind of capability, due to the fact that the LRR battlecruiser has always had to be fast and manouverable, in order to run from situations like that over Proxima.

But one ship in the group that was not going to manouver much is the LRRSV Hiding Out, named after the song by Pete Townshend. (Played for the Who, windmill guitar.) It is the largest LRR combat ship, and brought out for this situation because the LRR fleet command now hates Dozle more than the daemons, probably because a good deal of the reserve destroyers, and almost half of the first batch torpedo boats had been destroyed by the single takan dreadnaught. (Thats about 40 ships destroyed or disabled by the single takan dreadnaught.)

The Hiding Out is LRR's first space ship, and the second most powerful in all the fleet, the most powerful being the starchaser series of armed outposts. A full 20 kilometers from top to bottom, and 4 kilometers from front to back, there is a reason LRR has only built one, and that was a long time ago. It is festooned with weapons, and houses the worlds only (to my knowledge) psychoanalytical computer. And it is all coming crashing down on the punk dozle.

"Valinon home defense fleet, this is the LRRSV Hiding Out and battlegroup. We are sure that you are aware of prince dozle's idiocies, and his use of Takan ships to destroy a good portion of the LRR fleet. We are wondering if you want us to form up with you in order to take on Dozle's ships."

OCC: I hope this isn't too much. They'll join up with the survivors of the first attack at a deep space supply depot, and wait there for a few hours for the sensors ships to get in position. So dozle has about a day to do what he needs to do without any interference by LRR space forces.

And I also hope its ok that I jumped aboard the hutchinson effect train. I red about it, so i'm not totally ignorant of its implications.

And valinon, I also have some aces up my sleeve. But you shoulda seen me when we were playing poker at my friend's house with him and some of the robotics kids. When I went to reach for some hot cocoa, a stack of cards flew out of my sleeve, as well as 'zee priceless diamond.'

Meanwhile.......

On the ground, massive black towers are moved about the tarmac, headed into the spaceport and towards dozle. They are moved by ginat hovertracters, and the giant towers have to be dis-assembled in many places to get them into the narrow corridors.

Around the defense stations, noise-cancelling earphones are issued out to all personell of all nations.

Slowly, a black dropship drops out of the sky. It shadily lands on the tarmac, and the doors open.

A large platform floats out onto the tarmac, with what appear to be the shillouettes of four figures standing on it. Suddenly, a fast keyboard tune emenates from the huge black towers. Then, all at once, the platform lights up, just in time to see Pete Townshend wind up for a windmill. And then all comes crashing down on Dozle.

Out here in the fields, I fought for my meals! I get my back into my living

They are actually none other than the Who! And they are playing Teenage Wasteland! With some of the most powerful amplifiers ever created!

RUN FOR THE HILLS!!!!!!!!

While LRR is very short on what is called "Real Magic," there is no shortage of practical magic in LRR. Like the fact that every first born or only child is born with the ability to play the Bass guitar. The Who is LRR's most potent anti-dozle weapon ever!


Dozle is blasted with the five-thousand decibel rock-and-roll, which is calculated to shut down his cognitive life functions.

*on the ground*

"and what have you planned now old man, my patients grows thin, and I would like to kill my father and grandfather both before I depart today"


"You should have learned more patience then, and you should have learned that even Lucifer can't stop somethings. One of them is a man determined," Rowald manipulates the sonic gun, overriding safe guards and sends the sonic gun to overload. He throws it at Dozle, then shouts to the shugenja in their own highly complex dialect. They move, and so does Shoju.
Rowald turns to Taka, "This is our tactical retreat opportunity."
He shouts to the Protectors in the harsh battle tongue called the Argot.

*on the ground*

"and what have you planned now old man, my patients grows thin, and I would like to kill my father and grandfather both before I depart today"


"You should have learned more patience then, and you should have learned that even Lucifer can't stop somethings. One of them is a man determined," Rowald manipulates the sonic gun, overriding safe guards and sends the sonic gun to overload. He throws it at Dozle, then shouts to the shugenja in their own highly complex dialect. They move, and so does Shoju.
Rowald turns to Taka, "This is our tactical retreat opportunity."
He shouts to the Protectors in the harsh battle tongue called the Argot.

No way Lucifer can stop the Who! :D :lol:

Please excuse my silliness. I just got very happy after reading the dilbert principle.

Dozle stared in disbelief at the overloading gun before him, his eyes widening as the explosion ripped through the spaceport, sending him flying backwards into a rock wall. He lay there, his chest cavity crushed from the blast, blood pouring from his eyes, ears and nose. Even as he sat there, blood flowing into his crushed and pulpled lungs, Adam began to heal, sewing the organs back inot place, mending bones from pulp, and relaying nerves and blood vessels.

"I will noht be beatenn soo eassily" he slured, dropplets of blood falling from the courner of his lips, but when he looked towards his foes, all he could see were the rising silohets of his father's personal shuttle.

"thiss is not the enhd Fathher, WE'll meet agaain."

OOC: Is this the end? After all that? And the Who? Please, :roll:. This had better go on further otherwise I shall be unhappy.

of course not, I'm working on expanding Dozle's grip next, then the invasion, trust me, this is but the begining

The taking of territory (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2599674#2599674)

its closed, so tagging only, I'll post in the PC regional board and TG you the link for the next one that will be open, likely the invasion of Alpha centari itself.