NationStates Jolt Archive

Just a placeholder for the war that's gonna be coming soon, me and everybody else will be typing up all the big posts later on.

*tags, cause he be in tha it*

Sky Marshal Earelia Foras took a moment to straighten her uniform before entering the President office. She couldn’t understand why she was nervous, even though she had been just appointed to the position; she had more then earned the position. After Admiral Dodalla, hero of the Orion War 400 years ago was her great ancestor, and since then there had been a long line of military tradition in her family. Taking a deep breath she opened the door entering the president office.

This would be her first visit to the office; the most defining feature of the room was its lack of features. Walls where white, with no pictures or photos. There were no shelves, bookcases, or drawers, just a steel desk located in the centre of the room.

With no chair to sit in she stood at attention in front of the desk. She glance across the desk at President Morison who sat there emotionless “You wanted to see me sir?” asked Earelia

“How soon can you our forces prepped for military operations” asked the President, his word where cold and too the point.

“It would depend” quickly answered Foras quickly “on what type of operation we are talking about”

The President shifted about in his chair for a moment before he answered, “We are looking at an extended campaign, with the high possibility of Temporal incursions”

His words took her back, and for a moment she didn’t know what to say “Sir it has always been Tappee’s policy to avoid fighting a temporal war at all cost.”

“You are a solider, it is your job to do your duty, not to decide policy” shot the president before she could finish “now I asked you a question how long would it take to mobilize our forces?”

“Sorry sir” answered Foras giving the President a quick salute “I would have to coordinate with the Saecula Saeculbrum which will slow down the mobilization, also since you have not given me any details for the operation that will hinder our actions as well. So based on all the know factors that you have given me, we are looking at least a month.”

“Very well, begin with the mobilization, you are here by dismissed” said Morison as he turned to face the wall.

With that Foras gave another salute and quickly left the room. As she left a section of the wall opened up and a lone man walked out “Do you think that she suspects anything” asked the man as he entered.

“The young the Sky Marshal maybe a brilliant tactician, but she is young and naïve, she wouldn’t know what’s going on until we give the attack order”

“Can we trust her to follow through with her orders” said the man cutting of the president.

“Her families proud military history is important to her, as a result she is blinded by it” casually answered the President “She will do her duty.” Morison turned to face the man “Do you think that attacking Renegade Temporal Empire Indra Prime directly is a good idea?”

A smile came across the mans face “The Temporal commission has learned that Renegade Temporal Empire Indra Prime is withholding technology in an attempt to maintain it power, they are drunk with power and must be stopped. The others blinded by their jealous quest for more power will be more then willing to join in, so that they can get their piece of the pie. However, until we can pull everyone together we must move carefully. Contact the other members of Counsel, and begin making arrangements to move against RTEIP.”

The Grand Duke Solomon Klonor slept his first peaceful night sleep in a long time. A very long time. Several centuries, in fact. Let's face it, this guy has not had an easy life. After all, how many people die more than once in their life? Not many, I'll tell you that. Those that do often have nightmares for quite a while.

"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you but--"

The Duke promptly snapped his neck.

"God damnit! What the hell is so important?"

He then sees the corpse on the floor.

"Oh.....whoops. Damnit, I need to turn these things off when I sleep. This can't keep happening! Lieutenant!"

The guard outside the door walked and stared at the coprse.

"Another one, sir?"

"Yeah. Notify his family and tell me what the hell is so important. This was my first good night sleep in years!"

"I don't know, sir. I'll need to get another messenger."

"Well then hurry up! I want to get back to sleep!"

"Yes, sir. Another one's already on the way."

"Good."

Several restless minutes pass and another nameless page appears.

"Sir, we have a message from Tar....no, Tep.....no, Wa.....no...oh, yeah, Tappee, or something like that. Anyway, they sent a message about Indra Prime. Something about withholding technology from some sort of Council."

"Council? What Council?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Ah.....shit. This is going to bother me all night. Contact Taper, or whatever the hell that nation was, and find out what they're talking about. Come back once you have some info."

The Siesatian President, Nicholas Crescent was half asleep when a hologram appeared on the small communicator on his desk.

”Mr. President, urgent news from Tappee, it concerns the Council.”

”Is it urgent?”

”It’s red flagged, and has a hit count of over 100.”

”Call the military board to the Conference Room.”

”Yes sir.”

All the leaders of the branches of the Siesatian military sat in their chairs, reading the message sent by Tappee.

”From the message, we now know what has been going on. There is clear evidence of the treachery of The Renegade Temporal Empire. It has been withholding technology, potentially dangerous technology from the Temporal Council.”

”What are we going to do about it?” The Navy leader asked.

”The leaders of all the nations of the Council will decide on the matter, and we will go along with their decision.”

”Sir, what about our policy on Temporal Technology? It is for Defensive use only.” The Navy Leader said.

”If we allow Indra Prime to continue on this path, we, that is the rest of the universe, will be set up in a very poor position, imagine, technology of the magnitude Tappee informed us of, there would be no way we could defend ourselves.” The president said, “And it’s only a matter of time before it happens. What is the state of our special forces?”

”The Freestar II is currently in dry-dock for the next month, she is being refitted with new disruptors. And Commander Syphera is currently working on St. Berchmans Military Base, on earth. The Freestar III is still under construction, and the Blade is on assignment defending the borders against pirate threats.” The Navy officer said.

”And the majority of the Temporal fleets?”

”The Carriers are currently on standby.” The Air Force Officer stated,

”The Battleships are also awaiting orders.” The Navy Officer followed.

”That is good, but what are our chances of winning such a fight?” The Civil Defense Coordinator asked.

”I do not know, not good.”

”Than why will we fight a loosing battle?” The Civil Defense Coordinator asked,

”Because we must, if our allies fight, we fight, if we lose, we lose, such is war.” The president announced.

”But why not allow our allies to defeat Indra Prime?” The Civil Defense Coordinator asked,

”If you do not agree with my decision, you may leave. Now, all of you, nothing concerning this goes to the press, nothing, dismissed.”

A snappily dressed Captain walks into the room, and waits patiently, staring at Tarenteor's back as the green-haired figure fiddles with a controller in front of a huge TV. Upon the screen is a huge projection of alien monsters being indiscriminately blown away, even the small, kind of cute ones that run in circles screaming. After a few minutes of this, the Captain cleared his throat. On the screen, a huge beam of light filled the screen, and the game restarted.

"Damnit! What the hell do you want?!?!?! You made me lose on the LAST LEVEL! What kind of dumbass are you?"

The captain went white, "Sir, we just recieved a message from the honorable name of... er.... Tape, I think. Something about that funky temporal competition or community or something. I can't read the guy's handwriting. I can Indra Prime though. Isn't that type of computer?"

"Yes, yes it is. A very good computer. Maybe we are in a temperature competition. The nation with the highest average temperature gets a computer! Tell this Tape place that we accept their challenge, as long as they agree to honorably use their thermometers for justice."

A phone rings, and Taren picks it up, "Yes? I'm trying to organize a temperature competition."

"Sir, Indra Prime has gone rogue and is witholding temporal technology from JJR!"

"Damn, screwed by the universe again! Prep our fleet!"

OOC:Indra's getting anxious, who hasnt checked in?

OOC: Still waiting for Tappee to contact the Duke with what all the commotion is about

OOC: *TAG* found this too late to type up a proper post.

OOC: *slaps BM* Bad!

Indra Prime and JJR. Two former aquaintances...this ought to be intereseting.

Morison looked over all the messages that he had received in the past little while, it would appear that he had stirred up a hornets nest. He could see one major problem that he would have to deal with before his plans could be moved forward, making sure that everyone knew their part.

From reading all the communication that he had received it was clear that there was still along way to go. Sending communiqués to everyone would waste valuable time, and the long it took, the higher the change that they would be caught.

He decided to take a risk, and invite all the appropriate parties to a secret meeting at a remote Tappee colony.

It took a few moments to write the needed letters for the right government. Morison took one final deep breath, knowing that this was the point of no return. Sure that what he was doing was the right thing. Hitting the send button all he could now was wait.

The meeting was set to take in six days, he hoped that everyone would show up.

OOC: Hornets nest? Come on, the guy doesn't even care enough to learn your name!

IC:

The Duke was in another peaceful sleep, so deep he wouldn't even remember his dreams when he woke up. This time the page, taking a lesson from his predecessor, knocked before entering.

"Sir? We have another message from Tappee."

"Who?"

"The nation who sent us a message about withheld technology."

"Oh, right. What's the new message?"

"Not much, sir. An invitation to a meeting for the Council they mentioned in the first message."

"Do they even bother to say what that Council is?"

"The Temporal Commission, or something like that. I've searched the records and I think we might have joined it at some time, but beyond that there's not much data."

"And they expect me to travel for this? Pfft. Tell them either they send more info or they come to me."

"Yes, sir."

OOC: In case you've somehow managed to miss it, the Duke (and the rest of Klonor) really doesn't care about this in the tiniest bit.

Taren scanned the invitation idly, and calmed down. He didn't think straight when he was excited. "Wait... what the hell... Temperature competition? What the FUCK was I thinking? Yeah... tell this... Tappee that we accept. And stop readying our fleet. Just get me a Sped'kan, and I can have Torrent as an escort."

The captain looked downcast, "Awww, no competition? Damn. Well, I get the ship."

OOC: Erm, should I know you?

The president recieved the new message, and sent the word along that he would be there.

OOC: Sorry for crap post, Im typing from a bad connection in Borders, and I'm affraid it will cut out at any moment.

Commodore Jeffrs Shacl strode down the halls of his flagship, the GWS Hellbourne. His vessel was a massive Achilles class Decimator, the pride of the Grand Galactic Empire of Blademasters’ Navy. The vessel was designed to single-handedly engage an entire opposing fleet, measuring over ten kilometers long and armed to the teeth with all kinds of weaponry imaginable; the vessel was more than suited to its task. Commodore Shacl reached the bridge of the Hellbourne, the crew turning and standing to attention from sheer reflex.
“Sir! We have received an invitation to an emergency meeting of the Temporal Commission; Home command sent it in twelve micrits ago.” A lieutenant manning the communications station said as the commodore entered the bridge.
“Confirmed Lieutenant, was that all the message contained?” The Commodore replied.
“Yes, sir, that was all.”
“Very well then, send them a reply, we require more information or we will not be heading to this conference.” The Commodore commanded, “Oh, and tell them that we’ll need the conference to take place on the Hellbourne, not to offend their security of course, but I doubt its up to our standards.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Helm, set a course for Tappee’s space, inform the fleet comms, we’re taking them with us.”
“Sir!”
“Yessir!”
The Hellbourne and the rest of the Blademasterian Assault fleet wheeled about, and charged their K-F HLoRAN Drives for the jump to Tappee’s space. Fighters, soldiers, and men on shore leave were recalled, and within the hour the fleet of 21 vessels had jumped.

#tag... And no, I'm not joining in and RPing... I'm just going to read... *tries to whistle nonchalantly...*

Begin Transmission

Secure Transmission
From: Office of Tappee’s Presidential Office
To: All concerned Parties
To all parties involved, the location of the meeting has been changed at the request of certain governments. To accommodate this request the meeting location has been changed, and the information will be attached in this transmission. All question and concerns will addressed by at the meeting, due to do other wise would put us all at great risk.

End Transmission


Foras stared out at the surrounding space, it was one of the few things that she found soothing, things had become crazy as of late. She had arranged for the fleet mobilization, and now she was playing host to some unwanted quests.

About an hour ago a diplomatic team had boarded the Heavens Thunder, and she had been ordered to take the Heavens Thunder for a secret rendezvous with a Blademaster dreadnought. Not that she was worried about the meeting with the Blademaster dreadnought, the Heavens Thunder was more then a sufficient match for any ship, it was the fact that she had been left in the dark about what was going on.

It wasn’t difficult to realize that something major was going on, but exactly what was another question.

She had prepared the fleet to fight a major war against an unknown enemy.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the ships TAC officer “Ma’am we are coming up on the rendezvous point, what are or orders?”

“Drop the ship out of hyperspace” quickly answered Foras “Move the ship to alert status Gamma, and alert the diplomatic team.”

OOC: Dude, until you give the Duke a lot of info, along with a major incentive, he's going to consider ignoring all this. Temporal tech/events aren't that big of a deal in Klonor, only something done so that we can defend ourself if attacked by a Temp nation nation, and unless it's a direct threat to Klonor (which this is but you haven't said so yet) they really don't care.

OOC: Dude, until you give the Duke a lot of info, along with a major incentive, he's going to consider ignoring all this. Temporal tech/events aren't that big of a deal in Klonor, only something done so that we can defend ourself if attacked by a Temp nation nation, and unless it's a direct threat to Klonor (which this is but you haven't said so yet) they really don't care.

ooc: then don't send someone to the meeting, but my government is being very careful, and WILL NOT talk over open channels. If you don't send someone to the meeting then your governmenet is not going to get any information.

OOC: Okay

The Sped'kan drifted in space, reflecting the Achilles. A short message shot out to the ship, "We are here, and ready to begin this... meeting..."

OOC: Sorry for the shitty post, but I feel lazy right now, and I really want to get my giant planet-monster killing my nation, so I've decided it's going to happen at the same time as this.

The four Achilles class Decimators jumped to the rendezvous point, with the Supercarriers and Dreadnaughts emerging hundredths of a micrit later. The fleet immediately began deploying fighter patrols, and the flagship prepared to receive guests. Inside the main hangar of the 10.7 kilometer behemoth, vessels were moved to accommodate diplomatic transports, certain corridors were cleared to bring the diplomats to the main conference room, and the 12 meter tall sentry drones were deployed along the corridors, decked out in their fleet regalia. The Commodore straightened his dress uniform and entered the lift to take him to the hangar.
“Lieutenant, signal the Interrogator, I need to speak with her captain.” The commodore commanded, as the lift began to descend into the bowels of the ship.
“Yessir.” The lieutenant snapped, turning and speaking into a wrist comlink. “Sir, channel open.”
“Thank you lieutenant… Captain Akers, I need your fighters to run diplomatic escorts, make sure the ones you send are free of blast marks.”
“Yes sir, we’ll be ready within the megacrit.” The Captain replied.
“Very good. End transmission” Commodore Shacl nodded to the aide, who retreated to the far wall of the lift. Half a crit later, the Commodore and his entourage stepped off of the lift, quickly joined by two of the Sentry drones painted blood red with the Commodore’s crest emblazoned across their chests.

The sleek black ship slid into the dock, and a large panel lifted off the top and sunk in. Moments later, the panel slid up again, carrying Tarenteor and ten members of the infamous Torrent. Continuing to glide, the panel carried the group down to the ground, and they stepped off. A 5 metre tall creature hefted two sets of dual-linked chainguns and stood calmly next to Tarenteor, who broke the silence, "Hello. We heard something about a meeting?"

OOC: That's it. You people, post NOW! I would make a real post, but then only BM would ICly know about it and be able to respond. We need to be DONE with this by the New Year. That means we have 13 days. Get on the ship, and get your fleets mobilized and attacking IP. We need DAILY POSTS. So get typing.

The president's ship was already nearing the meeting spot. Sending out a warning message, it decloaked, pulling itself back into real space. It approached the rendezvous point.

"This is the Battleship Dekalance, requesting permission to send diplomatic partys."

ooc: There you go, now you all can stop bugging me.

ic:
Sky Marshal Earelia Foras and President Morison seemed out of place among the flurry of activity in the Heavens Thunders corridors. Each of them had taken time of their busy schedules for brief meeting, and this was all that time would allow for.

“It’s time that I brought you up to speed” Said Morison as he handed the young sky marshal a data “As always time is not on our side, I can only hope that you have moved the fleet to the predetermined co-ordinates.”

Reaching out Foras took the data pad and quickly glanced over it. “You have to kidding me” she proclaimed in shock. Quietly she took Morison to the side “Has the Tribunal approved this?”

“Of coarse they have” quickly answered Morison “How long until we can begin the operation?”

There was brief pause as Foras considered her answer “Fleet is in position as requested, and the operation can be initiated right now. Phase one would begin in a about five hours, assume that I gave the orders now, I would prefer”

“Order the operation Sky Marshal” interrupted Morison; there was a something about his tone that reminded her that he was in charge.

She went to protest, but stopped has her communicator went off. “What!” she demanded as flip on the comm., she was taking her frustrations out on whoever was on the other side, but at this moment she didn’t care.

“Ma’am we are approaching the rendezvous point, and you are needed on the bridge”

Staring over at Morison she gave her response “Very well, I’m on my way. I’m done here.” With that she turned on her heel and made her way to the bridge, leaving Morison alone to the shadows.

Several minutes later she walked on the bridge, as she did everyone jumped to attention, but quickly returned to their seats as she took hers. Somewhere off in the distance she heard the Hyperspace engines shutdown as the ship returned back into normal space. Under normal circumstances she would have relied on the ships NAV computer to analyse the star pattern to tell them where they were, but the presence of the Blademaster dreadnaught was confirmation enough.

For a moment the two celestial giant stood space, as if sizing up the other. On paper the Heavens Thunders was the Blademaster ships equal. Close in size and firepower, each ship was a force to be reckoned with. Although Blademaster and Tappee were technically allies, the two had little contact with each other. After all, this was Tappee space, and Foras was damned if she was going to be out done in her own backyard.

For her chair she opened a channel the Blademaster Ship “This is Sky Marshal Earelia Foras of Tappee, our diplomatic team will be launching for one of our shuttle bays soon, and will fly over to you ship with a Honour Guard escort, so we would appreciate if you did not shoot them don’t” she then killed the transmission, and turned to face her TAC officer “Launch patrol fighter, make sure that we don’t have any unwanted guests.”

Five minutes later a small shuttlecraft made its way out of the shuttle bay, and was quickly was joined by three jet-black fighters. The fighters were from Tappee’s Black Brigade, a special unit formed to protect the president. Cutting through the void of space, the four craft made their way towards the Blademaster ship. “This Tappee Presidential flight Eagle One request permission to dock”

Deep Within Indra Prime Space, Triangulum Galaxy

Lieutenant General Marcus Socun strode down the main corridor of Top Secret Construction Complex Idalon Nexus that he commanded deep in the Triangulum Galaxy. Every few hundred meters, he came across a speedway that would have propelled him along the corridor at five times the speed he was currently going, but he preferred to walk under his own power. He knew that once he got to his destination he would probably be sitting for at least a few days listening to status report after status report on the construction of the newest Indran technical advancement. The longer it took him to arrive, the more time he had to think as to the course he would be taking next.
As the Director of Special Projects for Indran Temporal Incursion Fleet High Command Research and Development Division, General Marcus Socun, was given the missions of the highest priority and was in charge of the most important missions. Even with this, there was no exception. The development of “Project Marauder” had quickly become the single most important project in the Indran Domain. Unfortunately, the development of this technology had many consequences including the possibility of losing all allies due to the nature of this research line. Even the most dangerous and reckless nations would not condone this research due to the danger that is caused with the thought of this technology getting into mainstream armaments.
As per Indran Security Directive 11C9, the development of research and construction facility Idalon Nexus was kept as the most secret development since the creation of the First Temporal Incursion Fleet, under the direction of General Socun’s ancestor, Brigadier General Kylar Sokun. As Marcus strode toward the conference room, he thought of the countless generations of Sokuns that have lead the Indran Navy to victory after victory over the course of ten thousand years. His thoughts lingered on the accomplishments of his ancestor Kylar Sokun, and fervently wished that the warfare they were engaged in these days, were as simple as in the days of Kylar Sokun. Nothing is easy these days he thought. What I wouldn’t give for a normal kinetic missile battle. That would give us a chance to really use strategy instead of strategic weapons. His thoughts were interrupted due to some inconsequential Lieutenant who matched his pace long enough to hand him a data pad, and broke off to continue on her assignments.
The general looked at the data pad and reviewed the information, initialed twice and signed once at the end. Without skipping a beat, he dropped the data pad off at one of the hundreds of security desks that lined the main corridor. Before he realized it, he was finally at the lift that would take him to the secure conference room, where the debriefing was to take place. Within seconds of calling the lift, it arrived almost with a car full of people. He did what was needed and what was expected in a time like this.

“Clear the car.”

Once the people on the car saw his rank, and heard his order, it took less than five seconds for the twenty five people already in the car to vacate it so the general could use the car for his purposes.

“Level twenty six, section Juliet.”

In a very pleasant female voice, the facility’s AI responded automatically due to security protocols already established.

“That section requires security level 10. State clearance level.”

The general looked up at the ceiling and turned towards the windows in the lift.

“Idanex, This is Lieutenant General Marcus Kylar Socun, voice code verification Ticonderoga. Access code, sierra charlie india niner six under red, clearance level twelve.”

“Clearance level accepted, Voice print confirmed. General, you are clear to proceed.”

Immediately after the confirmation, the lift began to move and continued to accelerate until the floors were a blur as they passed the window. Luckily, the lift was equipped with inertial dampeners so the passenger would not become a slab of meat at the bottom of the lift or a puddle on the top. Eventually, the lift left the main research facility and began to cross the view of construction field where Project Marauder was being completed. General Socun looked out over the massive network of construction nets, building drones, and partially completed chrono-carbon nanotube frames that he was orchestrating into the biggest, meanest, deadliest weapon-ship ever devised.
The ship, although she was very impressive, was not the most spectacular aspect of the project. The core, the pinnacle of Indran Temporal Technology, was the reason this project was so closely guarded in secrecy. No technology was more advanced, more complex, or more deadly than what was contained within the core of this remarkable new vessel.
His thoughts of the schematics of the vessel he helped to design, were interrupted by the wall that suddenly appeared between the lift and the construction dock as he neared his final destination. Once the lift stopped, and the doors opened, Socun looked up and saw that the narrow hallway was lined with armed soldiers of the Tak’ruan Order ready to defend the people already in the conference room, waiting for the classified debriefing to begin. Each of the armored guards snapped to attention when the lift doors opened and revealed the commander of the base, who quickly left the lift car and crossed the short corridor that led to the secure conference room.
As he entered the conference room, the men and women already sitting at the table stood up to welcome him into their presence. They were the leading scientists and military personnel directly responsible for the development of Project Marauder. General Socun crossed the room to sit at his place, at the head of the table.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, sorry to keep you waiting. There were matters of the utmost importance I could not put off. Everyone was summoned here today to give final status reports on their respective departments. I want this to go smoothly and quickly so we can all get back to our respective assignments. Lets start with Dr. Ronald Tessalt and the engineering staff.

Dr. Tessalt was a man in his early forties with degrees in microquantum manipulation and temporal superstring formation, and as such was considered the leading scientist in the Indran Temporal realm.

“General, here is the updated information from our department. As you are aware, our team recently finished the construction of the Core, the core support frame as well as the primary and secondary Core support system. All primary systems are in place and ready to be activated with the exception of the command systems which are only about 56% completed. Sensors, Remote Observatories are all in place and ready for deployment. Most secondary systems are incomplete but should be completed within two weeks, after which we should be fully operational. Life support systems have had a few hiccups in the past few days.”

“Is having hiccups, proper military terminology doctor? What has been happening?”

Dr. Tessalt cleared his throat before continuing.

“Sorry sir, the life-support systems have been going haywire recently. Three days ago, the gravity generators on deck fifty two inverted itself and we had people walking on the ceiling, on the walls, and we even had people floating through the hallways desperately trying to repair the systems. Then yesterday, the particle recombination filters stopped producing oxygen on twelve levels and started producing Sulphur Cyanide. We had a dozen serious injuries and more than 30 others with asthmatic reactions to the gas. No fatalities were resultant of the accident. We should have the bugs worked out of the system by day after tomorrow.”

General Socun made a few marks on the slim personal data pad he brought to the meeting and then looked up to address the table and Dr. Tessalt.

“Thank you, Doctor. Now what about the weapons systems and defensive systems?”

Tessalt looked up from his information laying before him to answer that question.

“General, I can tell you about that, but I think it would be better if Major General Halliwell explain it.”

General Halliwell looked up from his spot further down the table. He was the epitome image of a battle hardened military general. In his late forties, he was one of the most decorated officers in the Indran Military. There was no more dedicated officer than he, at the table.

“Sir, as Dr. Tessalt was saying, all primary systems are fully functional. Primary AND secondary weapons systems are fully operational and have been field tested. The main weapon’s emitters have been installed though they have not been field tested. The new shield grid design seems to be holding up. Tests that we have conducted seem to indicate a 156% efficiency of the new grid. Secondary and Tertiary shield grids are installed and active. Militarily we are 95% ready to go. All we need now, is the completion of Main Weapon Assembly and field test it, if possible. PSPCs, Temporal Disruptors are fully installed, and ready to go.”

Socun reviewed the information that popped up on his screen to verify that everything General Halliwell was saying for himself.

“Thank you general. Finally I need to hear from General Casey with the command council. What do you have to report on a Senior Staff and a commander for the SCC?”

General Casey, a graying man in his late fifties, leaned forward and folded his hands together on the table before beginning the final section of the debriefing.

“General, the command council has come up with the best possible candidate to command the SCC. It is the decision of the command council to select your Second in Command as the commander of the SCC. Colonel Jonathan Everett has both the military expertise in the Temporal Incursion Fleet as well as the knowledge of the smallest of the ship’s systems. With his degree in Temporal Mechanics from the All Systems University in the Gamma Eridani system, he is the perfect candidate for the deployment of this technology. We forward to you, the suggestion that he be allowed to for his own command crew as a mind like his will operate in optimum capacity with people of his choosing. But then again, the final choice is up to you, sir.”

“General Socun reviewed the information he had gathered from the briefing, and made a few final notes before standing up. Everyone followed suit, but no one dared to leave the table before he made the first move.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I thank you for your updates and I will take your recommendations into consideration. I will notify Colonel Everett of his new position as commander of the SCC. You are all dismissed to get back to work.”

General Socun came to attention and fired off a quick salute which was quickly returned by every person around the table. As soon as they returned the salute General Socun walked back out of the conference room to make the next steps in the deployment of Indra Prime’s newest weapon-ship. The Universe will not expect what will come gliding out of the hangar when she does.

The President walked into the meeting. Thinking of the new information he had, The extremely vital data that meant life, or death to Indra Prime. Walking up to the Blademaster Representative, he adressed him.
"I have just been informed of some very sensative information about Indra Prime, but it is a matter of urgency.

Ooc: I’m going to assume that my people have been cleared to land.

Ic:

Location: Blademaster Ship

As Morison stepped off the shuttle, right away he noticed that the gravity setting aboard this ship was noticeable less then that of the Heaven Thunder. However such trivial things as the gravity setting were unimportant at the moment. What was important was the meeting that was going to be taking place hopefully soon. So much teetered in the blance, so many lives would be changed based on the decisions that they made here today. Morison could only hope that they would listen.

Location: Unknown

Meanwhile, at a number of unknown locations of space, the black empty void of space twisted as Tappee vessels came out of hyperspace. In a smooth transition each ship activated it cloaking device disappearing from view as quickly as they entered it. Silently they began hunting their prey.

Location: Classified

Dark Angel and Babylon walked through the empty halls of Tappee Temporal Agency; there had been a flurry of activity in the past few days. But now all the preparation had been completed, and all they could now was wait.

“Has agent Éclair returned from her mission yet?” asked Dark Angel, the concern could be heard in his voice.

“No” quickly answered Babylon “We have yet to receive any word from her.”

“That is too bad, we could have really used her right about now” Dark Angels tone had changed from concerned to cold. However, he had become infamous for not showing any emotion.

“Out of all the agents that we have, why do you always insist on sending her for these missions” shot Babylon.

“Simple, she is the best, I know that she can get the job done” responded Dark Angel. Unphased by the challenge to his command he continued walking.

“She a real person, and we are put her in physiological harm by sending her these missions” Babylon stopped walking, an action that forced Dark Angel to do the same. “She hasn’t been the same since Robert left”

“Have you finished with everything that I asked you to do” asked Dark Angel obviously trying to change the subject.

Babylon stuttered for a moment trying to answer the mans question “Yes, are they really going to go through with this, are they that afraid of the new IP super weapon.”

“Yes they are” answered Dark Angel coldly “quiet frankly I’m inclined to agree with them, this new weapon is a threat to us all, action is needed.”

The Deadra was the prototype destroyer that had been only a rumor in some conspiracy circles. Named after the newly colonized Deadra System, it was the newest ship in the Siesatian navy, employing the very latest in Temporal and Dark Matter Technology.

Its class name was the R3X Cooper Class Destroyer. Its primary function was to take on Temporal Battleships, with Temporal Transphasic Random Modulation (TTRM) Torpedoes and a new version of the Temporal Cloak. She was a true predator, with every aspect devoted to some military purpose. Something that was rarely found on Siesatian ships, which were known for comfort of crew.

With four others of the same type nearing completion, it was decided that it should be sent for a shakedown cruise, to test her Combat capabilities against some drones, and her new cloaking device. To someone not affiliated with the traditional Siesatian design, this thing was amazing, incorporating the Bladerunner class type body, and Freestar III type Engines.

Captain Panaka sat in the chair, his skeleton crew was taking readings on every part of the ship, to make sure she held up to the normal stresses of space flight. All looked well, as the reports made clear with the glowing reports of the perfect energy distribution, or the efficiency of the shield emitters. Smiling inwardly to himself, he began to rethink his plans to retire, maybe he would stay on for one more decade.

”Crewman, how go the tests on the torpedo bays?” He asked,

”Very good sir, she will be ready to fire when we get there.”

”Excellent.”

The ship decelerated from FTL travel in the Exaterron System. A system of mainly rock, and other debris, including a few ships here and there. Said ships were old, maybe over 100 years old, and were of little value, even as scrap, as they employed the use of cheap, or undesirable materials. One ship in particular, the Selara, an old Research&Development (Old, Deleted country) Tanker that was used for target practice by many experienced captains, was the target of the new weapon systems.

Captains had been known to carve their names into the hull of the old ship with disruptors. The hull was pockmarked and scarred with names, dents, or burns, even the odd hole or two, done by torpedoes.

”Torpedoes Ready captain.”

“Fire at aft engine port.” He said, and the Daedra let loose a single torpedo at the engine. The torpedo slammed through the hull, actually going into the compartment. Trapped oxygen could be seen escaping through the hole. Then, a second later, it exploded. The shockwave rippled through the hull, plates sheared off, and then the temporal shockwave kicked in, disrupting the phase of the metals, making them warp and twist, until they could no longer support themselves, and collapsed.

”Why did it take so long to explode?” The captain asked,

”Time delayed for the instruments to take into account the force generated by the impact.” The Tactical officer said.

”Very good. Move along to the next system to test the cloaking device.”

The Daedra sped up until it was in transit between the two areas. Until the ship gave a violent lurch in subspace. The Engines started to hum louder and louder.

”Sir, something is disrupting the engine fields, the engines are running at 132%!” The engineering officer shouted.

”What the devil is going on!?”

“Sir, something has disrupted the engines, I am trying to shut them down!” The Helmsman yelled.

”176% and Rising!!” The engineer shouted.

”Sir, External stresses are exceeding design specifications!” The Damage Control officer said, “If we do not slow down, the ship will come apart at the seams.”

”Shut them down!” The captain shouted, trying to get order.

”Engines at 283%, engines are beginning to over heat!” The ship lurched again, and began to speed up again.

”Sir, 367%!”

”Shields down to almost nothing, Sir, we have to slow her down!”

”Cut the core, I want it off! NOW!” The captain ordered.

”Manual Drive Core shutdown engaging.” The helmsman said calmly. The ship began to rapidly decelerate, 300%, 200%, 100%, until it reached 50%, when they shut down.

”Prepare sensor sweeps, I want a full diagnostic of the entire engine system.” He said, regaining his calm.

”Yessir.” The Sensor officer said, before beginning her scans. “Sir, I am picking up some unusual readings, temporal signatures from within the core, it seems the dark matter became charged in temporal energy.”

”Any idea where we are?” The Helmsman called,

”No, I am checking the ESUS star logs.” The Navigation officer said,

”I want a guess as to what happened.” The captain said to his Science officer.

”Sir, you know those new torpedoes? The TTRM’s? I think they might have saturated the core, and caused the Dark Matter to become charged.”

"Sir, I think I know where we are. According to local constellations we have travelled more than ten billion lightyears to the far side of the Triangulum galaxy; we are in a system called Pegasi 951."

"Any idea who controls this area of space?"

"Sir, the star chart indicates that the majority of this galaxy is controlled by Indra Prime.
Sir, sensors are recording massive fluxuations in the Space/Time Continuum."

“Move in for a closer look.” The captain said, and the engines engaged again. Soon they were near the fluctuations.

”Sir, detecting several signatures, they appear to be Indran.”

OOC: DUM DUM DUUUUUMMMM!!!!
EDIT: Edited for Indras Mistakes. Again...

OOC: Tagged.

OOC: So, have we figured out a way for me to get involved yet?

OOC: whoopsies, forgot all about this.

Pegasi 951 System, Classified Idalon Nexus Installation, 1644 Hours local time


On a daily basis, General Marcus Socun enjoyed a long run through the arboretum which stretched around the inside arc of the habitat section of the facility of which he commanded. Today was no exception. He was close to completing his second lap of the six mile path that existed in the arboretum, when the alarm klaxons began to go off indicating that the officer in charge, who General Socun knew as his Second in Command, had ordered the entire crew complement to battle stations. Despite his utmost confidence in his SiC’s ability to judge situations, he didn’t have any idea as to why Battle Stations was called. Immediately, scenarios began to play out in his head as he altered his destination and began sprinting toward the closest magnetolift that would allow him immediate access to the command deck. The thought of changing his clothes didn’t even cross his train of strategic thought as he reached the lift. As he entered the lift and it began moving, he tried to eliminate the half dozen possibilities that had popped into his mind. Why would he go to battle stations? Jonathan Everett was a cool, capable officer, though I’m sure he has a good enough reason. Perhaps a power feedback in one of the reactors, perhaps a saboteur, perhaps… His journey into speculation ended as soon as he stepped off the lift and saw the readings that were on the forward holographic screen had nothing to do with internal actions of his base.

The information on the central display indicated that sensors had picked up a vessel entering the system, and with the indicators in the upper right quadrant of the holo-image showed the command crew that a signature they were used to was being emitted, though with a different radsig. Socun strode down the ramp to where Colonel Jonathan Everett was sitting in his command chair issuing orders for the third fleet to deploy to the sector of space the vessel was detected. When he saw the General heading toward his seat, he immediately vacated that seat although continued to issue orders for the increase in alert status for all divisions of the Indran Task Force in the sector. He broke from giving orders to quickly give the General a complete rundown of the situation that has occurred to this point. As per regulations, the First Officer ignored the physical appearance of General Socun and began his debriefing.

“General, a short while ago, a vessel appeared in our system. The vessel’s designation is unknown, however it appears to be of Siesatian design. The vessel’s rad signature seems to indicate that it employs state of the art Siesatian engine technology, the Freestar III engine module, though our sensors have picked up some unusual underlying radiation that indicates that it might be temporally modified. We have been in communication with Gamma Eridani and have received confirmation that the portal has not been used in six hours. We are still trying to ascertain the origin of this vessel and its intentions. However, with the design and weapons of this vessel unknown to us before now, we can only assume that this vessel is here to test our response capabilities as well as their offensive and defensive abilities. I have ordered the Third Fleet to offensive alert and to intercept and engage the enemy vessel. They are awaiting confirmation of your orders.”

“Thank you Colonel. I agree with your assessment. Any vessel that has been able to bypass the only access to this galaxy and just happened to appear in the single most classified facility in the universe would have to be a threat. Order the Second and the Sixth Fleets to join up with the Third Fleet and disable that vessel. I want the crew and commanders of that vessel to be arrested under the charges of espionage and have them thrown in the brig. I want a team to go over that vessel centimeter by centimeter and find out how they were able to arrive in this galaxy without using the Portal. Activate the inhibitor fields and prevent any more vessels from entering our space then I want….”

A Lieutenant stationed on sensor analysis broke into the Generals quiet discussion with the Colonel to impart some information that just came in through the sensors.

“General Socun, sir, we have more detailed information about the vessel in question.”

“Go ahead Lieutenant.”

“Sir, the vessel is indeed Siesatian in origin. According to comparisons of known Siesatian Vessel Designs in our database, this new unknown vessel classification is based off the Bladerunner core frame and utilizes the Freestar Mk III type engine module. We have completely scanned the vessel, and we have located the temporal signature. The vessel is apparently equipped with a level 14 equivalent Temporal Cloaking Device, as well as a level 14 equivalent Temporal Torpedo system. Sensors indicate that they are using insufficient shielding around their weapons systems. The radiation from the warheads apparently supersaturated the Dark Matter being used in the Freestar Mk III engine core and gave them rustic version of a Temporal Impellor. The don’t appear to be a threat to our operation.”

“Lieutenant, If I want your opinion I will give it to you. Now keep your personal thoughts to yourself! If they get decent scans of the facilities here and of scans of Project Marauder, it will undermine our work over the past one hundred years. Now, Colonel, am I correct in understanding that Project Marauder has already been issued the required Chronotonium?”

“Yes, General. The core has been loaded and is ready for deployment. All vessels waiting for refueling, have been taken care of, but the sixteen vessels that had not been filled have been ordered to drydock until the situation has been resolved.”

“Very good. Order the immediate sealing of The Vault and order the defensive forces to take up positions around that entire system. Send in the Fifth Fleet to bolster their forces and do not let them anywhere near scanning range of that system. And have the Second, Third and Sixth Fleets to engage the enemy. I am countermanding my previous orders about that vessel. Lethal Force is authorized. There is not to be a piece of that ship remaining any larger than a master control crystal.”

Immediately, upon that order, the crew snapped to attention and began issuing orders and suborders that would result in the notification of the fleets and stations to follow the General’s Commands. This interference will not be tolerated.

OOC: Any way I can enter this at all?

As the Indran ships were moving into position, it was chaos on the bridge of the Daedra. As the bridge crew rushed around with almost every alarm going off simultaneously.

”Sir, sensors are picking up ship movements, lots of them.”

”Temporal Sensors are down, conventional arrays only.” The engineering officer said,

”Lieutenant, contact our allies, and ask for assistan…” He stopped, on the sensors; he could see energy signatures building up in the Indran ships.

”Sir, they are arming weapons and shields. I don’t think they are too happy with our being here.”

”No shit.”

”Sir, should I raise shields?”

”No, give them a minute, feign damaged sensors, and shields, garble a few messages, asking for help, and open a plasma vent or two, lower life support systems by 40%, I want to look like we went through hell.”

Electronic Communication to Indran Vessels:
This is the Siesa ship, Daedra. We req immediate assistance. Shields, sensors, and ennes are down. Many dead nded. Life sut systems are failing, and long range commus are down.
End Communications

With a small explosion, several vents blew outward, venting red plasma used in the auxiliary backup generators. While in the bottom of the ship, a shuttle dock door collapsed, loosing oxygen into the dark reaches of space. However, it was all an act, an extremely elaborate act.

It was a fact that long range communications were down. All conventional forms of long range communication was down. However, in the deep recesses of the ship, the engineering team had finished the new communication device. It had been meant to be tested in a few days, but the field test would have to be moved up.

”The captain has ordered no electric signatures, so we start this baby up, only at his order. Got me, one volt, and we’re only a few grains of space dust in the cosmic breeze.”

”Gottcha, but how will we know it will work?”

”Luck Denson, luck.”

OOC: The new communication takes advantage of the duel pronged blade like front of the Bladerunner class. Sort of like a subspace radio, only propelled at faster speeds.