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OOC: trust me, while it may seem simple now, it will get more complicated, especally if some of you nations have your own agendas

Kon system (about 50 light-years from Sol)

The shadow-like ships glided silently through the orbital space surrounding the hard, rocky planet below. on the surface, a team of creatures where finishing a project they had been working on.

"Activate it"

A portal appeared next to the fleet. They flew in, transporting themselves into another time. They're mission? Destroy the Zoir empire before it even emerged.

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Modern Day
Sol System
Earth Orbit
GLF Psamtik

"BAST Control here, we read you Psamtik. Permission for GeoSync is granted, proceed to GS One. Uploading coordinates now. Welcome back."

"Thank you, BAST Control. Helm, set course as instructed."

Captain Susan Tanith of the Galactic Liberation Force Battleship Psamtik switched off her com set and sat back in her Command Chair, admiring the beautiful view of the Earth. Despite all the doomsayers, it was still at its peak, nothing like the wastelands that spread as a result of the Long War. Of course, she chided herself, it's not like this Earth will suffer the Long War.

She nodded over to her communications officer, First Lieutenant Fox, who looked up from his board. "Yes, ma'am? You'd like me to call through to General Kaerion?"

"Yes, please do that. When you make contact, put them through to my headset."

"Yes, ma'am."

It was silent over her set for a moment, and then she heard a gruff voice answer...and the voice certianly did not belong to General Kaerion or Lady Calleis.

"Admiral Naismith? Where is General Kaerion? And Lady Calleis?"

She thought she could hear him fidgeting in the background. For all his stoicisim, Naismith always figeted. "Well, Captain Tanith, they've built the Tempest from the pieces left from Bastion and Morogeth. During a test, they discovered an enemy probing around the edge of the system, and were attacked. They chased them off, but went to further investigate...we haven't heard back from them yet."

Tanith frowned for a moment, then nodded. "As well you wouldn't. We figured out pretty much what was going wrong with everything, and we were bringing you back some nice toys...STARMOR II among other things."

"The General could have used them, yes. But he took everyone but those of us who were planning to stay behind when he left."

Susan muttered an oath under her breath. "Alright, well, we need to stick around for a few days, recharge and restock. We'll probably have to go after him, but I'd like to wait around and see what happens."

"No problem, Captain. As before, you and your crew have full use of our ground facilities."

"Thank you, Admiral. Psamtik out."

Bloody hell. Missed him, again.....

*Waits for thread to develope before getting involved ICly.*

*ditto*

*Waits for thread to develope before getting involved ICly.*
*Seconds because he is too lazy to write it out himself*

*Waits for thread to develope before getting involved ICly.*

*Ditto, want to see where it goes a bit first*

indeed. There's no real opening for me yet, so I've got no option.

#tag#

OOC:
My one little post is to lay a basis from where I'm working from, since this started sooner than I expected..and the Tempest, the ship I was originally going to use, is away on a different thread. But yeah. Wonder where its gonna go.....

"I guess we'll follow them, shall we?" comments the captain of the small trade scout (frigate-size) RGSV Message In A Bottle.

It slips in behind the other ships, through the portal. With all luck, they would confuse him as one of their own.

need a hole.

The Olympia moved near the planet. Strange signals had been sighted here just a few hours ago. But now....nothing...

"Sir, I've got readings from the planet. Lifesigns"

"How many?"

"about 10"

"What spechies?"

".....Demon"

Fitzgerald sat at his desk in the militarybase near the border. The year was 1982. He had just returned from a mission that had destroyed an enemy radar base at a high cost. He was just finishing up the report on the mission when a blinding green flash filled the room and a loud crack was heard. When the light faded Kanosis was gone.


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Fitzgerald Kanosis sat at his desk in the prime minister office in Celack. The year was 1992. The CapApian empire had just fallen and he had taken part of it. He was just finishing writting up a draft of a speach to give to the public on the end of the era when a blinding green flash filled the room and a loud crack was heard. When the light faded Kanosis was gone.
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Fitzgerald Kanosis sat in his throne room. The year was 2004. He had recently fallen fromgrace and everyone thought him dead. He now led the underground and outcasts in a battle against crime. He was finishing plans to take out the Messia crime syndicate when a blinding green flash filled the room and a loud crack was heard. When the light faded Kanosis was gone.


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Fitzgerald Kanosis sat in his Cabin on the flagship of the Celackian fleet. The year was 3035. He had just recently been cloned and sent 1000 years into the future. He was finishing plotting the fleet's movements against the second exodus stronghold on the world of Caexz when a blinding green flash filled the room and a loud crack was heard. When the light faded Kanosis was gone.



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Fitzgerald Kanosis sat at the bar with a drink in his hand. The year was 3037. He had just recently been stripped of his rank and made a scapegoat of a major catastrophy. He was on the run from bounty hunters and the Celackian navy with a bounty of 1 billion credits on his head. He was just finishing his drink when a blinding green flash filled the room and a loud crack was heard. When the light faded Kanosis was gone.

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The five Kanosis' stood in the middle of a sparten white room. A loud voice boomed throught the room.

"Welcome Fitzgerald Kanosis. Spec-ops soldier, prime minister of Celack, underground vigilante leader, Admiral of the Celackian space fleet, man on the run, time traveler and the savior of the universe."

o.o.c. Five distict stages of Kanosis and a great explanation for my characters life.

The Demon fleet entered Zoir space, ready to destroy the Zoir weapon that had trapped the Zoir fleet eons ago. Soon the entire galaxy would belong to the Demons.

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Meanwhile, several mellenia in the future, the Olympia was about to send downcraft to investigate the lifesigns on the planet.

(OOC: Sorry....I'm tired and don't feel like posting much tonight)

Tarenteor settles into his swiveling chair and looks out into space.
"Any sensor readings, things like that?"
"Nah, want to pull out some of the Psi's little toys to check?"
"Ugh, Psi? He's so annoying. I'm twice what he'd ever be. If he suggests it, rip him to shreds. He deserves it, in all truth. Just make sure my team is ready..."

OOC:This is the introduction to my charector and his vessel, then i will wait for a hole and throw em in the storyline.

C.N.S Nova
Falcon Class DD
Patrolling out fringe of Thetis

Lieutenant Tarrant Hawks was young for his command at 25 t-years, with the generations of genetic modifications to their bodies a Wickian could expect to live 200 plus years.

Normal command of a hyper capable command would go to an officer who had at least two years of command experience in a system defense ship or on the bridge of a capital ship. He was serving as an assistant tactical officer onboard the old battleship Majestic for only a year when the Solar Navy arrived in system. By the battle’s conclusion he was the senior surviving bridge officer and he took his battered vessel home, where she is still being repaired.

He thought to himself bitterly that the same situation was true for many of the new ship’s captain too young for their commands but thrust into that responsibility, but they were veterans hardened by battle.

His ship, the Nova was a new class of destroyer only one of the initial dozen of her class to come out of the naval yards at Theeds. She was much different from the previous class of destroyers which acted mostly as escorts. No the Nova was the new Destroyer Raider of the Commonwealth Navy. She was a third smaller then an old DD yet her sleek lines hide a deadly predator. All of the beta nodes were replaced by the new Beta “Squared” nodes the same used on the fleet’s Lacs giving the ship the maneuverability of a LAC. All of her chase armaments were removed replaced two 150cm spinal grasers. Her broadside armament was removed with the exception of four 30cm lasers. In its place were four hard points each of which could hold a missile half pod. The aft of the ship held another surprise a missile bay, the small hollow core vessel held no less then twelve missile pods.


As he sat in the mess hall of his new ship he began to drink from his extra large mug of coffee and wondered what the day would bring.

OOC I am assuming that the Fitzgeralds were taken from in the Sol system.
IC
A pair of Nighthawks were in Sol, part of a routine observation mission. Thier low-observability design let them cruise through the system unnoticed by the operators of the various sensor nets. Soon one, AIFA82, had picked up evidence of the temperal disturbances.

"Commander, we have a situation here."
"What is it?"
"Evidence of major temporal activity, probably time travel"
"Record all pertinent sensor reading in the logs, and prepare a message to fleet command. To be sent as soon as we leave the quiet zone."

OOC low-observability is different from true stealth - true stealth renders a ship completely invisible, low-observability makes it look too small to be important (space junk or a pleasue yacht), you'd have to know what to look for.
IC
Another Nighthawk had been tailing the Olympia. It had been recording its every move, common procedure when patrol vessels encountered VLCs.

OOC This is just an excuse to know about where this planet w/ the demons is IC, don't overreact.

o.o.c. three of them were. The admiral is from the centre of Celackian space, and the ex-admiral is from some bar on some planet nowhere near sol or the sphere( The Celackian capital system)
Now for the history of Kanosis.(Condensed.)

Kanosis is a second generation of genetic experiment. Celack military scientists splisted(sp??) the genes of humans and rabbit to create a rabbit looking humanoid with superior senses of hearing, and smell with high agility. Kanosis and his family were Celack's top Spec-ops team. They went on one mission and most of his family was killed. (enter Kanosis 1). After a long career as a spec-op trooper he became a politician and then became Prime minister of Celack. He invaded and conquered Celacks greatest enemy for 5000 years, CapAp.(Enter Kanosis 2).

Then there was a shatter-point in the space time contiumum. Kanosis got cloned and the clone got sent into the future. The future Kanosis became an admiral of the Celackian space navy. (enter Kanosis 4)

Back in the present, Kanosis was captured by terrorists. He heroically sacrificed himself and seemed to fall to his death. He luckily managed to land in an open sewer and broke his leg. After several years with those in exile in the sewers he became their leader and led them in a vigilante war agianst organized crime.(enter kanosis 3)


Back to the future. (With Micheal J. Fox....sorry bout the joke.) Kanosis lead an invasion of Steel Butterfly. The shit hit the fan and he was made scapegoat and was arrested. He managed to escape and is now on the run from everyone.


After several hillarious highjinks and adventures, he assasinated the Celackian Premier, cleared his name and became the near premier of Celack.He retired several years later and disapeared (enter Kanosis 6.)....Oh shit....forget I typed that last part......really....forget it please.....it's a spoiler for my next post.....forgotten it yet?....I'll stop typing.....

The heavy fleet was out on duty to colonize a new system. As national leader, Tarenteor felt it his duty to fly along with it. Sure, a few flagships and the planetary takeover nanites would have done it, but this was SO much more fun.

A ripping noise was heard, as the entire fleet immediatly shifted violently through space around 30 miles, a tiny distance, but none-the-less disturbing. A second later, some of the smaller ships started to tilt away, revealing huge slices of them gone; a 'halfwarp' as it was called.

Inside the Barejak ker'den Xleak, translated into Scream of the Pitch, one of the fleet's many flagships, and the one Tarenteor was currently on, the personnel and Taren himself had been slammed to the floor. "What the fuck was that? Get the damn systems back online and set the engines high enough so we can actually find out what caused that. We just got hit by a class 7 STC disturbance, if I'm any expert on these things." Taren's eyes were glowly slightly red, as heavy plasma thrusts came to life, and the ships began to move back to the sight. The trip ended in less than a minute, due to the size of the gap. As the ships neared, they saw the Demon fleet. Taren fell out of his chair again.

Around the great weapon that was the hope ending the war was gathered an great host of ships were gathered, an Vast Armada gathered for the sole purposes of guarding the great weapon and luring the Demon Fleet which the Zoir knew couldn’t resist attacking such numbers even if they though it was an trap. These Zoir ships were nothing like the Great Imperial Ships of the Later Zoir Imperum. These were closer to the ships of the Modern day nobles of Zoir and of that of the Zoir Warlords in size and style but more primitive and the Zoir’s star fighters were no many to count. They were joined by several thousand of ships from many races that had already over been run and mostly destroyed by the vast Demon Fleet, they had nothing to lose fighting the demon fleets and the Zoir were willing to pay any price to stop the slow onslaught that they had brought to an near halt and bring an end to the war. If the weapon was destroyed before they could use it all would be lost and they would have no choose but to maul the enemy the best they could to buy time for their race to flee or at warn of their failure and the coming evil.

A second after falling, Taren simply started laughing his ass off, as he pulled himself back into the chair.

"Hahahaha! Well-heh-this looks like something fun. Get the fighters ready, and charge all the weapons. Heheh... and get Psi to take run of the ship. I'm going out with my team. But first, just for the kick, ready all of the particle cannons in the fleet and fire them for five seconds into the Zoir... fleet." Taren starts laughing again, laughing out loud as he gets up, walks down the hall, and heads toward ship bays.

All across the JJR fleet, missile tubes slid open, plasma weaponry began to glow, and what looked like huge pieces of thick pipe pulled away from the hulls of the ships, among other weapons. The pieces of pipe were soon revealed to be particle cannons. All told, there were around 700 of these weapons operable in the fleet. A low roar slowly grew, as something inside the cannons clicked, simultaneously, and billions (that's all the cannons together, not each cannon) of particles began to stream out of the cannons at near-light speed. At that speed, each particle would have the strength of a high-caliber armor-piercing bullet. The particles poured from the pipes for five seconds, sputtering a few hundred for the second after that. Following the cannons, fighters, bombers, boarding parties, zero-gravity mechs, and strange, carapaced genetic creations began to swarm from the fleet. Mostly likely unnoticed, five seemingly human figures leaped into space in black battlesuits, with small jets on them for steering.

As the Demon Fleet approached the Zoir, back on Earth The Silver Turtle releaxed upon his golden throne, while primitive humans danced around praising him and bringing him gifts and food.
This is the life... he thought.

OOC: Curse my lack of time travelling technology...

OOC: Well, being in the ESUS, I'm not really SUPPOSED to have it. But I don't care :D

*Nods and waits for thread to move into the current time period.*

I avoid temporal tech like the plague due to a heavy OOC hatred. So while I 'have' tech that could let me participate now, I'm not using it.

“Who are you?” asked Kanosis 5.

“I am you, ageless. When I entered this dimension I was nearing my 130th birthday. In this dimension time does not pass, time remains static. You do not age, you cannot die. You cannot heal however. I have lived here for so long.”

“Why have you called us here?” Kanosis 3 asked.

“You represent the 5 stages of Kanosis. Youth and enthusiastic, however sorrowed by the recent loss of most of your family. Older, wiser and in command of the entire nation. You have just crushed the worst threat to Celack of all time. You got to relive your old glory and ability. You are frustrated by the burecratic red tape. Oldest and wisest but crippled. You lead a collection of outcasts and myths against evil. Your power willsoon peak and you will return to public eye. Your death will shortly follow. Middle aged and in a new world and time. Your body is regaining it’s youthfulness through chemical treatments and you now lead the Celackian Space navy in a desperate effort to quash a rebellion that threatens genocide of innocents in their path. In the mind old yet in the body young, running from those who once idolized you. You are bitter and disgraced by no fault of your own. I have a proposal for all of you. There is a great threat to the universe. Demons. Time traveling demons. A nation called Zoir has built a device to destroy them but it is under attack. The Zoir fleet guarding it is very primitive. It will be destroyed easily without help. That is where you come in. I have constructed a vessel using the most advance technology I had availible. Here it is.”

A relativly small vessel appeared in front of the Kanosis’.

“It’s about the size of an escort cruiser. How is this supposed to help us or zoir?”

“Appearences can be decieving. It has the manuverability of an interceptor, the firepower of a battlecruiser. It has two Nova3 torpedo launchers.”

“Nova3?”

“The power of a nova bomb to the power if three. It also has two plasma4 cannon turrets, and two turbolaser6 cannons.”

“I take it the number after the name is the exponential amount of power?”

“Yes. Now board the vessel and take off. A tutorial on how to control the vessel will begin when you board it. I will not go with you because if I leave this dimesion I will die…I’m sorry. Good luck.”

The Kanosis’ boarded the vessel and it winked out of view as it shifted dimensions and time.

BTW: This is all present times. The Zoir-Demon battle is 13,000 years ago or so....something like that

IC: A scarab shuttle arrived on the planet's surface, and several Atlantians stepped out.

"The life signs are over in this direction" said one.

The team walked over to a clearing in the rocky area they where in.

"Demons, just as I thought"

"Just as I was afraid of. Alert the Zoir" said the leader of the team. He pointed to his troops "OPEN FIRE!" The Orcalic weapons where fired on the Demons. Several of them fell in the first volly because of the suprise. but the Demons quickly evened the odds as they charged the Atlantian away team. The Atlantian Hopelites continued to fire, even as the demons lept on them. Some of the smarter Hopelites hid behind rocks, firing. 3 of the troops moved down to the control area. It was in the open. No building what-so-ever. They started to break the code, and transfer data into their personal computers. As they finished with their tasks, the last Demon fell to the Atlantian troops up ahead.

The command walked down to the 3 with the info.

"What have you found out?"

"Trust me sir, it's not good"

Meanwhile, in orbit, a cloaked ship recorded what was going on below....and it wasn't the Olympia....

OOC: feel free to being in reble factions, terrorist organizations....lets have as much temporal chaos as possible.

OCC:You want tmepreal chaos jsut give me a few minutes* to write up a good post bring in my nation.

*May be hours due to posability of fever.

Someone poke a hole in the thread for me to enter please, Im located in the Sol System.

Among the Demon ships, the better sensors would probably detect a small Jungle class (I was standin' in the Jungle, I was feelin' alright. Mmmm Mmmm.) explorer/science frigate, making a rapid pace away from the Demons.

Or perhaps not, since at that time the Jungle had not yet been created. This, of course, is a matter of great concern to the crew, especially since at one point in their life they might actually meet themselves. The ship had expected to follow the Demons through a jumpgate, not a time-traveling wormhole.

However, the anti-Demon fleets might recognize the ship as LRR because of its saucer design and its criminal flamboyance.

OOC:The Imprisoning war started hundred and 12 Millenia ago, the stage the Demon force are showing would be at the end of it, the final battle hundred 11 thousand millenia ago. By the the system where the imprisoning device is in an dead star system.

IC:The news that the demons were up to something was not taken well by Emperor Gernx, who ordered an Imperal Task Force to be hastly assembled and disbatched to the area to find out and deal with what ever the demons were up to.

OOC: Ooooh, this is great, I'm ALREADY confused!
OOC: What's going on?

OOC: Ooooh, this is great, I'm ALREADY confused!

OOC: Wait... What the hell just happened to the last two posts!?

O.oc. my god!!! It's a tmeporal distortion!

OOC: *runs around screaming "Argh! Demons!" for a while*

*stares blankly at the scream...*

ok, school hit me like a ton of bricks....sorry about that.

IC:

The Demon fleet had located the Zoir fleet....before they where ready for combat.

Now they would strike, and win.


OOC: Ya, I know it's not anything. I really just don't have anything to add at this point. And Phalinax, I'm still waiting for your "few minutes" post :P

OOC:Sorry for not posting, Hurricane Ivan ran me out but I am back.

IC:The great Zoir and ally combined Armada readied, not knowing that the great weapon might target the wrong fleet or that they might have to fight two different demon fleets.

OOC: Zoir, guess you missed this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=359255) because of Ivan.

Erh....is this still going?

The small frigate continues to shoot away from the Demon fleet, apparently too small to be cared about.

"Where are we?"
"We're still compensating, in the star charts, for going back in time...but those ships out there look like historical Zoir designs," says the AI.
"This is the RGSV Stir It Up, calling any Zoir or allied ships. Do you read, over?"

There was no telling weather the Zoir ships would recieve the frigate's message. While LRR communications systems had not changed much over time, being pretty good to begin with, the recieving systems on other ships had.

OOC: Zoir, guess you missed this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=359255) because of Ivan.
OOC: Uncle Ivan?
Solitude drove the old hermit insane. Now he only keeps company with those he can catch.
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OOC: What happened to the 100 or so PACs I shot at the Zoir fleet?