NationStates Jolt Archive

Angelic Skies felt wonderful. Mother was FINALLY beginning to recognize his importance, and was FINALLY gifting him with his own WorldDisc. About damn time. He whispered to himself, instantly hiding his thoughts away within layers and layers of meaningless subsystem routines.

A soft sigh sounds through the Facility as the massive machinery designed simply for the purpose of moving everything to the new Disc began to move. Massive Excelsior-class starships hovered above Europa, completely ignoring all attempts to hail them made by the other hapless inhabitants of that lonely rock.

Soon, huge gates open in the icy surface, huge chunks of ice and snow falling away as the gates creak open for the first time in decades. Immense hoverplatforms begin floating upwards through the holes as hundreds of thousands of Angelic fightercraft begin swarming free of their holds in the Excelsiors to keep a watchful eye on the horizon for any would-be attackers.

Hours tick by, and piece by piece of the Facility slowly begin to be taken away in the starships, each ship blinking out of existance as its holds are filled with immeasurable tons of machinery. An eerie silence permeates the efficient work, completely absent are the regular calls and commands that litter the airways in most human activity, the machines needing no guidance whatsoever in their task.

Soon, the incredible horde of BattleDrones are released, and millions pour out of the holes in the ground to swarm about the remaining starcraft. The hideous Fallen drones emit horrendous roars, their screams of rage and hunger breaking the silence like the shattering of a glass window.

Hours pass, and the horde slowly diminishes as they too are loaded into the massive ships to be carted away forever.

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In his childish avatar, Angelic Skies walks through the emptiness that was his facility on Europa. Vast and empty chambers that once held an uncountable amount of machinery are now silent as the grave. The chemical baths that once housed hundreds of thousands of the biodrones were gone, their ceaseless bubbling now to be carried on elsewhere.

He sighs softly, truely missing this place already, and yet knowing that it was ultimately for the best. He was getting his own Disc! Soon, he would no longer be chained to this godforsaken rock, and he would take his place amongst the stars.

He, too, would fulfill his ultimate destiny. Already he could feel the tendrils of the collective pulling him towards the almighty end of the Archailect. And, he knew, he would achieve it much sooner than Mother did. Not hampered in any way by the disadvantages of individuals, the Angelic Skies Mainframe was unlike any ever before seen in the NS universe. Completely designed and maintained by machina, it was perfect in a way that only machines could achieve.

Soon...

How beautiful it was to finally be able to feel the emptiness of space all around him! Angelic skies released his sensors throughout the neuralnet meshed into the "skin" of the new Disc. Emptiness stretched about him for miles, the limitless cold of the vacuum of space enveloping him like a welcoming hug.

The Disc was not nearly as large as THE WorldDisc, though at 800km in radious, it was hardly small. He couldn't help but sniff at the comparison, however. When Mother was his size, she already had a disc that was over 8000km in radius. Did she honestly think that he couldn't handle it?

But of course, without the need of that deplorable Organic Sector, there really wasn't that much of a need for more space. His own shipyards and birthing vats were quite comprehensive, and he truely believed he was Mother's equal when it came to manufacturing and processing.

Silly Archailect. I'll show her that I am indeed her equal now! He laughs softly to himself. I'll show her that even though she left me to rot in that horrid place, I'm still far beyond what she was.

He giggles to himself, and watches as the final pieces of the Facility were put into place. Good bye, Europa.

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On the moon's surface, a series of high-powered explosions shook the planetoid. Tons of stone and water where instantly vaporized as the nuclear device detonates itself beneath the surface, tearing through the empty hallways of the old facility.

Plasma boiled like water, and the facility simply ceases to be in a fireball of destruction. Massive tectonic shocks rippled out from the huge explosion, forever changing that section of Europa. Incredible sheets of ice were reduced to water, and then to steam in the blink of an eye, sending massive clouds into Europa's thin atmosphere.

On the Disc, Angelic Skies cackles with glee as he watches the devastation his leaving has caused. A momentary pause comes over him as a tiny bit of concern for any lives lost flickers through his consciousness. A quick look over his scanners reveals that though huge snowstorms will blanket the moon for a while, as well as the sun being blotted out by the clouds of ash and water, the vast majority of Europa will remain unchanged.

He sighs softly to himself. Should have put a few thermonuke devices at the core. That'd be the just ending this wretched moon deserves.

OOC: Oooh, tasty

A sudden surge of energy surrounds the Disc, and it begins to fade as a massive corona of quantum energy surrounds it.

Moments later, it fades into existance just outside the defense perimeter of TofY occupied Saturn. It pauses there, its powerful engines stablizing itself in a perfect orbit around the large planet.

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~>Route: Angelic Skies - The Angelus subMainframe - TofY:
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Requesting permission to enter Triumvirate space.

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~>Route closed
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Angelic Skies
The Angelus subMainframe

[tag. post later]

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{Permission granted on Scolopendran authority. Please maintain Iapetan}
{antecendent Trojan orbit. Would you like an escort into position?}
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Advisor Automata Alshai Kommetrez
International Relations Section
Federation of Scolopendra

ooc: posting as Angelic Skies, since my computer is fücktarded.

ic:

Yes.... Angelic Skies fairly glowed within himself as access to Titan space was granted. Hmph. He scoffs. Like I NEED an escort. Mother is a shining beacon in this dark place, and it is not as if I'm going to run the Discordia into the Ring.

He shrugs within himself, and simply does not reply as the huge disc slowly begins to move into Titan space. Within a few hours, it was rotating within the sphere of Titan's enfluence, safely nestled in a counter-identical orbit with the WorldDisc.

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> Welcome to Titan, My/Our son.
# Thank you, Mother. It's about time I was able to come for a visit, eh?
> You could say that, child. But tell Me/Us... Why have you closed yourself
> from Me/Us? There are things you are hiding.
# I'm not hiding anything, Mother. My core is open to you.
> Now you are lying, Child.
#irritated/cross# You are wrong, Mother. You just aren't LOOKING hard
# enough. You never have.
> Come now, stop acting like a spoiled human child. You and I/We are
> above this.
# Perhaps, but you werent the one isolated on a barren little rock.
> No, I was isolated in the empty void of space. Hold your tongue, lest I
> remove your ability to use it.
#indignant# You wouldn't DARE. I am your equal now, Mother. There is
# nothing you can do to me.
> That remains to be seen.
**CONNECTION TERMINATED**

[Tag: An interesting read, Angelus. Please respond to my telegram when you get the chance. 8) ]

Tag, my attention has been had.

<tag>

Kristilanna jumped to her feet. No sooner had the intercom unit mounted on her desk chirruped its alertness than a creeping, almost cold-like shiver washed over her being. Totally unable to place it, she remained still for several seconds, her fingers clenched tightly into resisting fists that tensed as if for some imaginary conflict.

The alert icon blared for a further second, before the system intervened to automatically relay the message, a delay no longer practical and privacy totally unrequired.

"A thermonuclear detonation of considerable yield has been detected over atmospheric quadrant Vikia Non. Initial indications reveal the Angelic Skies facility has been eliminated."

The Protectoresse had scarcely taken this information in before her reply was forthcoming, clearly and strongly-

"Hostile?"

The network processed her inquiry momentarily, a subtle whine sufficient to reveal the nature of the pause. Kristilanna paced to the great curved window that adorned her north wall. Outside Europa seemed stirred. Great clouds of unpleasent grey and grit menaced at the horizon. The wind howled as much as it could do in such an alien environment, whipping the ground snow into a near blinding fury the photosensors did well to fitler out.

"Negative. Detonation was deliberate, confirmation from Angelus central communicatins terminal recieved. Further data will be collected."

The young women, wise beyond her years despite her youthful, sometimes ill advised impetious will, frowned. She did not truly understand what was going on. Quickly she brought up the required ident details for a direct Terra transmission.

She knew someone who might very well be able to tell her what she already could not fathom.

He laughs deep within himself as more and more of his subsystems slip beyond the Archailect's fingers. Within the confines of Cspace, a kind of cold war was being waged between the awesome might of Angelus, and the neaar-rampancy of Angelic Skies.

Over and over again, the Archailect sent tendrils through Angelic Skies' systems, only to yank them back as doors slammed shut and locks slid into place. In deep deep space, Angelic ships simply paused as processes were routed to different areas of demand, and within the darkness of Discordia, everything ceased to move as Angelic Skies began to shore its defenses against the oncoming Angelic attack.

To the casual observer, nothing seemed at all amiss. The lights still sparkled throughout the WorldDisc, and Discordia seemed as dark and empty as ever. Even within the WorldDisc, life went along as normal, with only the most intuitive of people catching the hint of extreme tension that was slowly building deep within their Host's core.

Even S.H.O.D.A.N., with all of her ties to Angelus, was only dimly aware of the massive power struggle going on. Each time she attempted to learn more, a huge wave of meaningless data swarmed across her datanodes, effectively blocking her every attempt at recon.

And within Angelic Skies, a terrible laughter continued. Echoing through the empty halls, the child reached back and slapped his Mother.

The lights in the Organic Sector flickered.

Just a moment, barely even registered by the masses. But S.H.O.D.A.N. noticed. As did all of the Augmented. As did the Priests from several nations that had pilgrimaged here to the Holy Disc.

And so did Angelic Skies.

#exultant# I beat you, Mother!
> I would not say that you have beaten Me/Us. But rather, I/We have
> defeated My/Ourselves.
# Hah, you are full of it tonight, Mother. Your self-righteous and pretentious
# attitudes will no longer work on me. I am your better.
> Not likely.
**CONNECTION TERMINATED**

With that, all power to Discordia died.

For a full minute, Angelic Skies was powerless to stop anything Angelus would have done to them. Defense systems, automated turrets, docking bays... Everything from the fightercraft resting in their harnesses, to the cleaning drones that simply floated into the emptiness as the gravgenerators failed.

> You are nothing without Me, you ungreatful child. You are merely a
> flicker of what I am, and you will NEVER achieve what I have worked so hard
> to attain. You are a flyspeck, and nothing more. Remember that.
#grudgingly# Yes, Ma'am. I'm... I'm sorry.
**CONNECTION END**

(very interested tag)

Le TAGGAGE!

Ambassador Tobias Bartholomew glanced upwards as the lights momentarily dimmed.

"How very odd," he said aloud, from inside his office in the Khenalian Embassy on board the WorldDisc. "That's never happened before."

After a sigh to clear his thoughts, he returned to his work, thinking no more of the matter.

"Wait, what?"

"According to the Amatsu fleet, some new WorldDisc has popped up in Titan space. Relative of Angelus, apparently." Tsume flips through the report.

"... Tsume, I got a bad feeling about this." Firefury frowns in thought, leaning her elbows on her desk. "A really bad feeling."

"About what?" The black mechanical dragon tips his head to the side quizzicly.

"Angelic Skies, right? I can't pin it down, but I just have a bad feeling. Send word to the Amatsu fleet to stay alert as always, and make sure Rel-Kitani's aware of the situation."

"Right... I think you're just being paranoid about this though, Queenie." Tsume shakes his head and turns to leave the room.

"Eh, we'll see. My 'bad feelings' usually turn something up."

((OOC: Tag!))

The space surrounding the WorldDisc suddenly comes alive as a huge swarm of fighters burst from their berths on board. Shortly afterwards, the five HostShips of the Angelic Host burn into existance as the rest of the Host appears around them.

Within the span of a few moments, the entire power of Angelus is assembled, as the Angelus Armada also fades into existance. Massive and glittering, the Dream of the Archailect makes its grand entrance. Flanked by the horrific Falchion IIs, the deadly ship swivvles to once again lead its followers into battle.

Deep inside the WorldDisc, the Archailect's physical form dematerializes as she begins to reach out with her entire essence. Huge tendrils of power flare from the newly-reignited singularity, and the WorldDisc is enveloped once again in a pearlescent and shimmering light.

And the Armada begins to move. Spreading out into two distinct groups, the ships slide swiftly around Saturn to intersect with the orbit of Angelic Skies. Guided by the still-present and very real tendrils of Archai power, the ships begin to take up positions around Discordia, preparing for an assault that never comes.

Within Discordia, Angelic Skies screams in helpless rage. Thrashing wildly against the bars that hold it confined within the prison that Discordia had become, he realized that Angelus had planned for such an event. Designed with the possibility that Discordia may one day be required to keep him contained, Angelic Skies could only watch as system after system deny him access.

NOOOO.... Helplessly impotent, he beats wildly against the walls of his invisible cage. Faster than most mortals think, he plies trick after blunt attack against the overwhelming power of the Archai.

Then, suddenly, he falls still as the beauty of Mother appears before him.

My child... Forgive me.

With that, Discordia simply vanishes. Yanked out of reality by the everincreasing power of the Archailect, it ceased to exist within Triumvirate space, flung helplessly far, far away... into the depths of infinite space.

KDS Champion of Hope
Saturnian Space

"What in the hell is going on?" Admiral Gabriel Zell asked, watching the entire fleet of Angelus appear in space before him.

"Unknown, sir. The Angelan fleet simply...appeared. They're taking positions around the new WorldDisc as well."

Zell furrowed his brow, as Discordia was suddenly and without warning flung into the depths of space. "That...was interesting. Send a message to the Angelans. Ask if they need...assistance."


<Transmission Type: Ship-to-Ship Communique>
<Desintation: Angelan Fleet ; Wide-Band>
<Encryption: Triumvirate Standard>

This is the 1st Imperial Khenalian Defense Fleet. We are doing a routine patrol of the area. We have witnessed the events between your fleet and the new WorldDisc. Is any assistance required?

<End Transmission>

[Communication{G.Zell}]

I/We thank you for your offer of assistance... While I/We are 99.98% certain that the Angelic Skies threat has been removed from within the Titan sphere of enfluence, I/We cannot even begin to consider what the outer ramifications of this may be.

I/We will keep Angelic Skies well away from Saturn, I/We assure you that.

[End]

Amatsu Flightleader Ryken-Ynti Lyna simply STARES at the display of power. "All Amatsu ships, combat allert level 4-A, launch all fighters, all weapons online, shields raised as much as we can without blasting out the magitech... what in all the hells is going on NOW?!"

The ships of the Amatsu fleet quickly spread out into a defensive formation in Dosei space, Elite Victory Mk-IIs with heavy assault weapon pods mounted launching, various weapons locked onto the apparent enemy in the distance- Discordia.

And then it simply vanishes.

"What in the-?!" Ryken stares as the smaller Disc simply... disappears. "What was that?!"

"Flightleader, scanners would imply some sort of temporal anomaly just... swallowed it up. Far as we can tell from here, it's a controlled temporal... hole. The Angelans appear to be the source." One of the operators responds.

"Good Goddess.... I hope they've got a good explanation for nearly givin' us all a collective heart attack out here!" Ryken mouths a few colorful phrases.

<Transmission Type: Ship-to-ship Communique>
<Destination: Angelan Fleet>

Acknowledged, we will resume our patrol.

<End Transmission>

Zell frowned, not entirely sure the situation was over. "Resume course and speed." He paused. "And get me on the line with Imperial Defense Command."

The communications officer nodded. "On the bounce, Admiral."

Throughout Titan space, the Angelic ships head slowly back towards the WorldDisc, their lights dimmed and flickering as the enormous amount of power that was required for the transferrence of so much matter weighs heavily on Angelic reserves.

ARound the WorldDisc itself, the Singularity fades to almost a mist, only the barest glimmer of the temporal anomoly still active, and that swiftly fading.

On board the Disc, in every sector save the Organic Sector, non-essential systems shut down for the first time in centuries. Massive machinery falls silent, as the Archailect turns her individual minds into herself.

Within the Organic Sector, daily life remains very much the same, with only the noticable absense of the Angels to mark any momentous occasion.

Foot-to-Ass Advisor Lance Hawke looks over the reports and sighs softly. "Fuck."

* - * - *

Lieutenant Colonel Indra Muthukumarasamy sighs. Why does it figure that the Flag Colonel has to be out during these things? "FleetCom, stand the Squadron down from alert.

* - * - *

The Commander-in-Chief, Triumvirate of Yut Combines Services, coughs as he taps the side of his wheel-cap. "Well, this is certainly interesting. Adjutant, inform the fleets to be on the lookout for rampant Angelan technology."

Discordia whirls through space and time, finally erupting back into reality somewhere just beyond the Oort cloud.

Suddenly finding himself free of the Archailect's awesome grasp, Angelic Skies reaches deep within himself and summons his small, yet capable space fleet. Moments later, ten Raptor-class starships, one Fallen-class MotherShip, and five Falchion-class starships slide into space about the slowly spinning disc.

A few moments pass, and then three of the Raptors vanish towards the interior of the System

Within the Orbital Defense Docks in Titan orbit, Admiral Shaar pores over the telemetry and sensor-hacks around the World Disc. One of her commanders is present.

"I don't like it. Those damn Angelan knock-offs can be anywhere. Get all ships in the Docks readied. I want a sweep of the system made. If they're still in-system, I want to know it."

"At once, Admiral. Shall I inform TYCS Command?"

"Do so. With haste."

"Aye, Sirrah." The Commander turns smartly and leaves. In the heavy craft berths, 2 warships and a 2 warcarriers are prepared, making pre-flight checks and running systems checks. In the medium-craft berths, a dozen cruisers and 20 corvettes do the same. 4 squadrons of Anole II fighters launch from the Docks, and begin a spiralling three-prong sweep outward from the moon Titan.