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ooc: closely related to this thread (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=330685)

[ooc: i started this thread a long time ago and it was lost because i ended up not caring all that much for it. but now... i kind of like it. read on if you like intense action.]

Eurydice has been corrupted, and you know it, Ajax.

“Who’s there? Where am I? Why can’t I see… or feel?”

You’re dead. I thought you’d have enough sense to realize that. Clearly I overestimated your prowess.

“What do you mean I’m dead?”

The last thing you remember Ajax, what is it?

“I was commanding the Vengeance Redeemed. We were attacking the Imperial Guard and trying to restore order to Eurydice. Indus Reyburn’s ship returned fire and crippled my vessel.”

Then what, Admiral?

“Then the Gravitic Drive started to overload. Edgar shouted at the top of his lungs that its destruction was imminent. Then…” Ajax trailed off, his voice too choked to finish.

Yes. You remember now. Your ship’s drive did explode. You died in that explosion, as did the rest of your crew, save a few fortunate souls.

Silence filled the void as Ajax remembered and realized his past. Despite his efforts to come to grips with the situation, understanding became unattainable. Why was he still thinking? He died, why continue to go on? Other questions raced through his mind, but one stuck with him. “You said Eurydice has been corrupted. How so?”

The voice that answered echoed through his mind like each thought Ajax had was a cavern, his consciousness a mazelike labyrinth. He saw only darkness, and the voice seemed much darker. You know as well as I do. You lost the war. Eurydice is now in the hands of Indus Reyburn, a man whose corruptness is equaled only by the Directorate’s. Eurydice is in the hands of these men. Our innocent world is being corrupted by deceitful thought and action.

“I’m dead. What point is there for me to worry about it?” Ajax said with a futile tone. In a sudden flash a man appeared before Ajax, who had himself come into corporeal form. He looked at his hands and his feet. He touched his face. Everything was where it should be. The man before him looked to be around thirty and had black, cropped hair. He wore a Eurydian Highgrace outfit and a derisory smirk that stretched from cheek to cheek. He was a pale man whose face looked more like a finely crafted mask with sunken eyes and unusual, defining features. Still, the face was handsome despite --or because of—its strangeness. Ajax shook his head. “What sort of trickery is this? Am I dead or aren’t I?”

Instead of a resonating voice in his mind, the man spoke. “You are very much dead, Ajax.” The man smiled. “As for your first question… Eurydice is your home, isn’t it? You must worry about it.”

“Of course, but I still don’t see a point to this. A dead man can do nothing for his home.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Ajax,” the man said.

Ajax paused. He inspected his body further. He wore the same uniform he died with. It was as though his body had been perfectly preserved by some strange force the instant before his fiery death. A snapshot of his former existence. “Just who are you anyway?”

“I am nobody. And yet, I’m someone you’ll need to count on in the future.” He continued speaking, anticipating Ajax’s question. “You see, Ajax, you’ve been chosen for a very special task. Eurydice is corrupted, we’ve already established that, correct?” Ajax nodded once. “Well, you must go and correct this error. The gods are not pleased with the course Eurydice is taking. It must be changed.”

“Why me?” Ajax asked.

The man sighed. “So many questions. Because you are the strongest available to us. We need your strength.”

Ajax gave a confused look. “Who’s we? And forgive the questions, I am dead after all.”

The man smiled. “No need to worry. When I say ‘we’, I mean, myself and my master.”

“And who is that?”

“The Crimson King, of course.”

He was surrounded by white light. He even stood on white light, but all Ajax could see was darkness. The man, a servant of the Crimson King, held the smirk across his face with pride. Darkness. All around him Ajax could the Crimson King’s presence. Why hadn’t he noticed it before? Why had he not seen it in the man? The darkness in the man was so obvious now. Ajax took a step back, his voice a whisper. “Why have you brought me here?”

“We’ve already been through this. The Crimson King has chosen you to right the wrongs.”

Ajax shook his head. “No. The Crimson King represents all that is evil. He is the corruptor of innocent souls. He is…”

“Oh shut up,” the man snapped, “We’ve heard all this before a million times, from a million souls. Each time they spoke of our unspeakable acts, our unforgivable atrocities. And each time they too helped us in our cause.”

“What cause is that?” Ajax asked.

“To put it simply, we wish to wrest control of Eurydice back to our hands. It has been gone too long. It’s strayed from the path.”

“You speak lies, corruptor.” Ajax paused. “What is your name? Nightmare? Meleagent? Or are you another one of the Dark Lord’s minions?”

The man stepped toward Ajax, his Highgrace outfit flowing behind him. He walked with a casual air. Within arms length of Ajax, he stopped. “My name doesn’t matter. You will, however, be working with those you named. Meleagent will be at your side when you kill Reyburn.”

“None of this makes any sense. I’m not going to help you, so why are you talking like these things are absolute.”

“Look. Reyburn has destroyed the Royal Navy and is persecuting those who served under you. He is responsible for your death and you don’t seek vengeance?"

Ajax sighed. “I don’t know. Has he really done these things?”

“Of course. We cannot fabricate reality. Watch.” All around Ajax, the white light melted and a series of images took its place. In one, a group of men (obviously soldiers) were standing on a plank, nooses hanging securely from their necks. The image flashed forward, and the men fell through trap doors. The noose tightened and their bodies jerked back violently. Another image showed Royal Navy vessels being dismanteled in large shipyards over Conconi. Larger than the rest was an image of Reyburn presiding over a courtroom, thousands of Royal Navy soldiers below, awaiting judgement.

Ajax closed his eyes. “Take it away. Take it away!” He shuddered, and for a moment he thought the gruesome display would continue. The white light slowly filtered back in, and its warmth filled Ajax. The darkness was gone. “All right… I’ll help you. My brothers can’t be persecuted for my decision.”

The man shook his head. “But it isn’t your fault, Ajax. It’s Reyburn. He’s used the power to imprison Emperor Traiden and institute a dictatorship. There’s nothing this man doesn’t want. Even now he’s preparing his forces to attack the colony worlds. You kill for them, and for the brothers you speak so highly of.”

“Yes,” Ajax said quietly. “You say I must kill Reyburn? Show me how.”

Ajax stood over his son’s bed, the child resting comfortably in it, nestled between a thick comforter and his pillow. Ajax smiled, wiped a tear from his eye, and reached out to touch the boy’s head. His hair was soft as silk. The color of the midday sun --a vibrant gold. Behind his large blue eyelids rested two large, innocent pearls. Ajax knew that if the boy awoke, he could not accomplish his task. So he withdrew his calloused hand, allowing the boy to rest. “Oh, my dear Virgil. Already seven years old. I haven’t been able to see you for so long, and for that I am sorry. You must understand, I do everything for the Republic. You’ll understand in time.”

The knife he’d carried with him since his days in the academy, before his wife, before the Royal Navy, before all of it, now became Ajax’s instrument of rebirth. He pulled it out of its sheath –located behind his Highgrace coat—and inspected it. The knife was an ornamental item; hand carved markings on a gold plated handle the clearest signs. It wasn’t meant for combat, and had never shed blood before since it its construction. He clasped the handle with a firm grip and plunged the knife into his son’s heart. The boy shot up out of bed, eyes wide with the realizition of a sudden, painful fact. At the same time, a sharp, agonizing sting staggered Ajax. He clasped his chest with both hands and fell to his knees. Virgil collapsed back into his bed, the knife protruding out of his stained nightshirt like some awkward third appendage. Ajax writhed on the floor, unable to contain the sheer pain that now coursed its way through his whole body. His screams deafened his own ears, and for a moment he thought both his larynx and his heart would explode out of his chest.

Then, in an instant, the pain ceased. Ajax opened his eyes, looked around, and rose. He stood no longer in the room of his son. He was back in the light, and so was the man. “I’ve done what you asked of me,” Ajax said, feeling disgusted. Sweat still trickled down his cheeks, the pain had almost killed him, or so he thought.

The man smiled. “You gave your son’s life for the Republic. You are a more noble man than I ever thought.”

“That was hardly noble. I feel… so wrong.”

While laughing, the man put an arm around Ajax’s shoulders. “You can’t let it get you down, this is the first step toward a new beginning of sorts. Your son’s death allowed you to live again. Take advantage of this opportunity.” His smile looked genuine, his eyes hopeful.

“Take me to Reyburn. I want to end this. I want peace”

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Ah, another excellent piece of writing from dear Eastern Bloc.

Eh, any oppourtunity to get involved on this one? Perhaps have the old Zimmerman pop in again? Of course, if my participation was the reason for your disinterest in the last one, perhaps I should stay out...or at the very least improve my writing style. No good at stories, you see...they always end up boring and lost.

The man nodded his head slowly. The white all around him and Ajax began to fade, replaced by an ever-growing darkness. Snickers and wicked laughs filled the space between, and Ajax covered his ears to block it out. The noise seemed to come from within the dark man.

Over the noise, the man spoke. “I will tell you my name now, servant. I had to be sure you had what it took. Can’t go revealing your identity to people you don’t trust.” He laughed with the chorus of terrible noise all around him, and turned on his heels, coming to face Ajax again after a complete turn. Instead of a suit and black hair, the man wore darkened steel armor and long, flowing, dark red hair held back in a ponytail. The face remained the same, still cold and calculating. “I am Meleagent, servant of Cador the Death Knight and lieutenant to the Crimson King.”

Ajax took a step back, startled. Eyes traced Meleagent, trying to find some sort of flaw, something to make it not real. “How can this be? You’re just a legend… a myth. You don’t exist!”

“Do you remember the good emperor Icarus Traiden?”

Ajax nodded. “A great man.”

“Indeed. Well, do you remember how he died? The circumstances surrounding it?”

“Supposedly, a group of terrorists crashed a Septum Monitor into Rigard Castle. They killed the emperor while trying to find out where he was.”

Meleagent laughed heartily. The snickers and wicked laughs quieted down as the two men talked. They stayed in the background, behind the darkness. “Don’t make me laugh. Terrorists? No my good friend. Cador, Nightmare, and myself infiltrated the castle to call upon our legions using Keer’s throne. We had to awaken our brothers.”

“This can’t be right. You’re not supposed to exist.” Ajax sputtered, but found no words.

“Why do you keep saying that?” Meleagent asked. He approached Ajax and beat on his own chest. “I am real, aren’t I? What is so hard to believe?” Ajax remained silent. “You see… my own throat was slit in that encounter. By that bastard Samson Usea. I can no longer speak, you know.” Meleagent showed Ajax his neck. Near the center, a large mass of scar tissue rested.

“How can you speak now?”

“I’m not really here, friend. This is all in your mind. Your body is resting on Cador’s command ship. We’ve breathed the life back into you, but your mind needs to be coaxed back into its body. We’re almost there. Soon you’ll be ready to seek vengeance.”

Emperor Indus Reyburn periodically left the safety of his Terminus Command Dreadnought to grapple with the members of the Assembly Affiliate, the representatives for the colonies and Eurydice. Originally designed to quell rebellion amongst the colonies, the Assembly Affiliate has, in recent times, pushed themselves further away from the Republic. Indus Reyburn and the Imperial Guard faced growing unrest and malcontent amongst some of the colonies. Even more recently, Indus Reyburn had been called forward by the Assembly Affiliate to be stripped of his power. Twice before, the colonies of Intari and Corsica have tried to turn the position of Emperor into an ornamental one, removing all real power he had, the command over the Imperial Guard. Both times the vote failed by a slim margin, the colonies Conconi and Geneva choosing to abstain from voting.

Now, again, Indus Reyburn stood before the Assembly Affiliate, both friend and foe looking down from their seats inside the Assembly itself. On one side of the sloping arena sat the Eurydian representatives, numbering thirty. Ten for the state of Penland, ten for the state of Caldonia, and ten for the state of Sandia. These men and women usually sided with the Emperor, a Eurydian born man himself. They were outnumbered, though, by the colonial representatives. Ten each for Conconi, Corsica, Intari, and Geneva. There you see the problem. The relatively small colonies held more power than Eurydice itself.

Indus Reyburn, an old man who looked weak in his old age, sighed. The heavy garments he wore seemed to weigh him down. His meek stature insignificant against the imposing Assembly representatives.

One representative, the senior member from Corsica, stood and addressed those attending. “I, Velray Perseus, welcome you to the Assembly Affiliate. I have called this meeting to address a very important matter that has been on the mind of the colonies for quite some time.” He stopped, ran a hand through his graying hair. “The position of Emperor has long been a vital part of the Republic. The Emperor has held the Republic together. Kept things from falling apart. Inspired the people. We’ve had an Emperor for over two thousand years now. But, I believe that we need the Emperor no longer. The Republic has grown beyond the need for such an archaic position. The Assembly Affiliate can decide what’s best for Eurydice.” Velray bowed, then sat.

Immediately Maximus Kastor stood, his young eyes burning. “I cannot believe I’m hearing this again! Twice already you’ve failed, and still you insist on destroying Eurydice! You don’t believe any of that bullshit about moving on. The fact is, you want Eurydice crippled so Corsica and the other colonies can grow. As the senior member from Sandia, I officially protest this vote.”

“I agree.” Said the Penland senior member. “Eurydice is weak enough as it is without losing the Emperor. We’ve given more freedom, and still you take.”

Velray Perseus stood again. “We have the right to a vote. It clearly states…”

He was cut off by a booming voice. “Enough! If they wish to vote again, let them.” Indus Reyburn shook his head. “Emperor Traiden and myself tried to rid Eurydice of this disease. But I see now you cannot merely treat the symptoms, you must take the root of it. The colonies will always act out as long as they are allowed to. But.. let them vote. I believe they aren’t as unified as they think.” Reyburn laughed wickedly.

Velray scoffed at Reyburn. “We shall see.” He turned to his brothers. “Now’s our chance to take what belongs to us. We are the future of the Republic. We are the now! What say you, colonists?!”

Both the Corsican and Intaran delegations rose to their feet, shouting with all their might. They turned to see their counterparts Geneva and Conconi making no moves, and silence fell once more. A man from the Conconi delegation stood. “I am Teldin Diomedes, and I have a few words of my own. Unfortunately, the Corsican delegation believes he speaks for all the colonies when he does not. Conconi is the largest and oldest colony by far, and throughout our days we have seen how the Republic words. We are the closest to Eurydice because we were the first. Corsica puts up a good argument for rebellion, which this clearly is, but I cannot in good faith go along with it. I did tell our brothers that we would side with them when the vote came… but my conscience prevents me, and my brothers from consenting.” He sat, the delegates around him whispering in his ear.

Velray, stunned, turned to Geneva. “Surely you don’t agree as well?! Have our brothers turned out backs on us. You, Geneva, were the most oppressed of us all! How can you sit and do nothing?”

“Because we have been pushed around by you as well. You and Intari have done nothing but put pressure on us to go along with your coup. We need Eurydice as much as Eurydice needs us. The plague on Geneva is destroying us. We have received no help from Corsica or Intari. Only the Emperor came to our aid. That convinced us of what we must do. We must work together, not splinter the Republic.”

Indus Reyburn’s brittle laugh grew as the men spoke. Now, all eyes fell on him. “Just as I thought. The little troublemakers have not the support they thought. You have made your last move, Velray. Now, it is my turn to react. Think of cause and affect, my brother.” He lifted his hand and the doors into the hall burst open. Around 100 armed Imperial Guardsmen rushed in and aimed their weapons. Their black uniforms and helmets gave a sense of power the Assembly Affiliate had not seen for a long time.

Velray Perseus’s jaw dropped. His purple Highgrace outfit could not hide him from the fact that he stared down the barrel of a gun. “This is… outrageous,” he said, whispering, “If you think you can intimidate us… you are wrong Emperor.”

“I’m not looking to intimidate you. I’m looking to disband the Assembly Affiliate. It is a failed experiment. The colonies are not ready for this much power. Perhaps in a hundred years, but not now.”

“How dare you!” shouted Velray. “We’ve served our best interests. You are outdated, Emperor. We’re the future!”

Reyburn’s old body jerked, eyes facing the Corsican with surprising speed. “You think treason is the future?! You think that by subterfuge and political maneuvering you can somehow create a better Republic? You have incited rebellion amongst your people against Eurydice for years now! You’ve turned the Royal Navy into your personal war machine. You thought I forgot about them, didn’t you?” Reyburn’s wicked smile chilled the room.

“I only did what was best.” Velray sputtered weakly.

“You wanted to undermine the Imperial Guard’s power and make the Royal Navy masters of Eurydian space. With me out of the way the Imperial Guard would have no precedence for defending the Republic. In no time at all you would’ve turned Eurydice into some kind of twisted puppet for you own gain. There is nothing noble about this, Velray. Deep down, you probably know this.” Reyburn lifted his hand once more. “I want this building cleared. Take them to Rigard Castle and secure them within the High Tower.”

The Imperial Guard soldiers moved in, meeting no resistance from the Assembly Affiliate.

"Attention Geneva traffic control, this is RGV Peter Tosh. We are carrying humanitarian supplies for the planet...requesting clearance, over."

The Peter Tosh, a Zanzibar class freighter, is a new ship to the territories and possessions of The Eastern Bloc, and fairly new in and of itself. It represents the new Robotic fleet, the Robotic merchant fleet, a decentralized, all-pervasive yet practically powerless entity designed to support the coffers of the now-defunct Robotic nation and the Robotic collective that serves to replace it.

On a better day, Robotic ships might steer clear of potential 'trouble spots,' but Indus Reyburn isn't a new face to many Robotic captains, and The Eastern Bloc might be able to use a hand.

First things first, however, and the first order of business is to find out what is going on. Perhaps a humanitarian aid delivery isn't the best way to discover this, but Geneva isn't the Peter Tosh's only stop...well, hopefully not.

Captain Julian Stryyver sits comfortably in the freighter's bubble canopy, looking out at plague-stricken Geneva. Stryyver, an old robot, muses to himself about the impending mission. They had a duty to help out an old friend, and they would try to the best of their ability.

RNN Special Broadcast

“Good evening, I’m Starla Ansen reporting for the Republic News Network. Bringing you news from the latest developments within the Eurydian Republic.

First, more on the plague that is killing so many on Geneva. Scientists have found the virus responsible for what people are now referring to as “the Quick,” for its ability to spread and kill rapidly. They are not, however, coming any closer to finding a cure, but are working around the clock to find the root of the plague. Our Robotic allies have sent humanitarian aid ships for the Genevan citizens, and the Eurydian government has sent their deepest gratitude. The death toll has reached the three million mark today on Geneva, a mere two weeks after the first reported case. Officials fear that the entire population of Geneva could be destroyed before a cure can be found. Indeed, Keer help us all.

In a startling turn of events, Emperor Indus Reyburn has temporarily suspended the Assembly Affiliate. The Emperor has been accused of seizing power for himself by the leaders of Intari and Corsica, but both Conconi and Geneva, as well as Eurydice backed the move. This comes after an attempt was made by the colonies to bar the Emperor from using his executive power. No reports have come in as to when the Assembly Affiliate will resume meetings, but we’ll be sure to let you know once we find out.

In other news…”

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A few ships rested idly over the opulent and deadly pearl of Geneva. A Primus Battlecruiser and seven Vorchan attack cruisers were left to quarantine the space around the plagued world. No ships entered Geneva, none left. The space over Geneva had once been clogged with freighters and liners, but now all looked void. The only other ship besides those maintaining the quarantine was a single Septum monitor, the Valiant, which held the scientists tasked with saving the doomed world. The ship ferried them back and forth from Geneva, gathering samples and bodies to be analyzed and poured over.

Things were serene, not a hint of trouble. In an instant, breaking the peace and surprising the warships, a Robotic freighter entered Genevan space. The ship identified itself, and the captain of the Primus battlecruiser, Baydonwolf, responded. “This is Gavin Deschain. We didn’t expect you so soon. But, you are a welcome sight. You may pass the quarantine zone and enter low orbit over Geneva. The Valiant should be expecting you. The captain and head scientist, Archer, is studying how the Quick works and should be able to assist you further. If you need anything in particular, just ask me.” He paused, finished, then spoke again. “I almost forgot… Emperor Reyburn should be arriving presently to greet you himself. He’ll be glad to see a friendly face. Well, Enjoy your stay, Captain Stryyver.”

Gavin closed the link and resumed monitoring Geneva, looking for signs of trouble.

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And in some far off corner of the galaxy, a body that had been dead for over forty years began to move.

"Understood, sah."
"Helmsman, move us into orbit around Geneva."
"Aye."
"Roger that, Captain Deschain. We will radio the Valiant immediately."
"Many thanks, Captain Deschain. We are all set for now, but we appreciate the offer. It will be a pleasure to meet both this Archer and Emperor Reyburn. If your battlegroup here needs any lgistical or salvage equipment, we can dispatch for some...er...just a heads up."

The Peter Tosh stands still for a few moments as engineers finish their checks on propulsion systems. The four heavy Magneto-Plasmadynamic thrusters finally come on line, pushing the ship towards the blighted planet. The Robots can only thank their status as non-biological as the Tosh closes the distance between its hyperspace entry point and the start of its orbital path.

The Zanzibar class freighters are very modular, adaptable designs, and the Tosh happens to be outfitted with a removable laboratory station, located inside its cavernous hold. Julian himself isn't an incompetent medecin, but at the same time is no expert pathologist. So, aboard the freighter comes a team of doctors and expert pathologists to help with research on this mysterious plague. One can only think of the suffering planetside...the last time a Robotic ship visited, Geneva was a prosperous and active locale, but now the place is practically a tomb. With luck, thinks captain Stryyver, he will be able to affect some change in the state of affairs.

"Attention quarantine vessel Valiant, this is the RSV Peter Tosh. We carry medical supplies and pathologists, come to aid research into this illness in Geneva. We are coming up alongside."

The Valiant had been researching the Quick since the beginning of the quarantine. A few questions immediately presented themselves to the science team. Where did it come from? How does it spread? Estimated death toll? While the team had managed to answer some, more were raised about the Quick than were answered.

The smooth, purple surface of the Septum Monitor floated lazily over Geneva. A transport had just arrived with more patients, and the transport crew was undergoing decontamination, a grueling three hour experience. Julia Archer monitored both the progress in the lab and the approach by the Peter Tosh. Captain Archer responded to the message from Stryyver. “Greetings, I am Julia Archer, Head scientist and captain of the Valiant. We appreciate your assistance and welcome you aboard our ship. We are very eager to share with you what we’ve learned about the Quick.” Her genuine smile enhanced her hidden beauty. Archer looked like she stayed by the book. Nice, but straightforward.

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Reyburn sat, stern faced, in a dank room in some forgotten corner of the Terminus. The room had little light, but three bodies could be discerned. Reyburn, Tigris Block (captain of the Terminus), and one other. That man sat in a chair with bound hands and feet, a cold, unwavering look on his already darkened face. The man had a Highrace suit on, dirtied and bloody. Still, the man held defiance in his face.

Reyburn, old as he was, pounded his fists on the table separating the three men with surprising force. “This is the last time I’m going to ask you… where is the Royal Navy fleet hiding!? We’re going to find your ships sooner or later. Just give us what we want to know.”

The man spat on the table, blood and saliva mixed. “I’ll tell you nothing. Corsica and Intari will crush your pitiful Imperial Guard with the Navy’s help. You stand no chance, Emperor.”

Tigris Block, a large man with a deep, billowing voice, laughed. “You are more like a thorn in our side, Admiral Ultran. The Royal Navy does nothing more than raid outposts to keep their ships running. Tell me, Wayden, do you think what your Navy does is for a good cause?”

“I believe we’re doing the right thing. The Emperor has always been power hungry. I believe the reigns of leadership need to be in someone else’s hands.”

“Just the same old crap I heard from Velray Perseus. You truly believe that if you took power things would be different?” Wayden Ultran nodded. “Then you truly are naïve. Velray and Corsica wish to become the center of the Republic. You don’t think he’ll claim himself Emperor? If you don’t, then you’re not just naïve, you’re stupid.”

Wayden, his blonde hair in tatters, golden face covered in blood, tried to look as noble as possible. “We’re doing the right thing. Keer is on our side. You’ll see, Emperor.”

Reyburn scoffed. “If all Keer gives you is the Corsican and Intaran State Navies for aid… then you’re in serious trouble. The Imperial Guard is already preparing themselves for an assault on Intari. Your precious rebellion will be crushed with the swift and powerful arm of the Imperial Guard. It’s too bad you’ll be here, in this room. You’re going to stay with us for a very… long… time, Admiral.”

Reyburn and Block stood, smiled, and walked out, shutting and locking the door behind them.

"We are always glad to help, doctor."

The Peter Tosh manouvers into orbit beside the Valiant, its oversized Magneto-plasmadynamic thrusters barely being used.

Stryyver climbs out of the captain's seat in the small bubble bridge, perched on the very tip of the bow, and heads aft. A small access ladder leads to a closet-sized provisions locker, stuffed so full that it is barely possible to squeeze through the walkway. At the end of the locker, Stryyver encounters an airlock, which in turn leads to a small walkway through the cavernous cargo hold.

After about fifteen minutes, Stryyver reaches the aft section, electronics rooms, workshops, crew quarters, engineering compartments, and auxilliary bay.

"Doctor, sah."
"Hmm?"
"You's needed in the auxilliary bay."

Stryyver gets the medical team, mostly human, out of bed. Its not a terribly difficult task, as the Zanzibar class ships are designed primarily for a robot crew, so sleeping accomodations are not terribly important. The little bunkroom where the six doctors sleep is little more than an emptied provisions locker with several hammocks strung between the walls.

After collecting their equipment, the doctors head towards the auxilliary bay.

"Requesting permission to come aboard, Valiant."

Outside the freighter, engineers congregate near the cargo hold. They remove the medical module and ready it for operation. The hold is opened and the module floated out, an operation aided by the ship's tug, and the engineers contemplate on what to do next. It is certainly a nice piece of equipment, filled with various supplies and capable of sustaining an operation for quite a while.

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Eh, not much to say for now. Something to do, I guess...

[ooc: hey LRR. these last few days have been pretty busy. plus, i work till 3am now... so i'm pretty beat when i get the chance to post. still, i'll keep up as best i can. don't be surprised to find me not posting for a few days though. cheers]

“Permission granted.” Archer said with a smile. She waited to greet them from the other side of the airlock, wearing the best uniform and attitude she could. While the research proved difficult, her face would not show it. The Valiant, a small, yet versatile ship, had narrow corridors and hallways flanked on either side by Eurydian style architecture –mostly embossed vines and trees. The ship was a work of art. But, besides the aesthetics, the Valiant could perform any task needed. It had a crew of ninety. Most were the regulars, officers, crewmen, engineers. Also, there were seven scientists and a detachment of Imperial Legionnaires numbering twenty. These men were the most well trained of all SOCOR (Special Operations Corps) soldiers. Two flanked the doctor as she stood before the airlock as it parted, loud hisses from the ship following.

“Welcome aboard the Valiant. I’m Julia Archer,” she said, bowing slightly. Archer motioned to the Legionnaire to the right of her. “This is our Legionnaire commander, Shran.”

The man nodded. He was huge and broad chested with a very strong jaw and cropped hair. Two piercing green eyes sized up the Robotic visitors. “We will make sure that no infected man, woman, or child ever makes their way onto this ship unwanted. It is a terrible task, but must be done.” His deep voice showed little emotion.

Archer clasped her hands together. “Well… please come aboard and bring any equipment you have. I’m sure you have questions about the Quick, so just ask me anything you wish to know. I’ll tell you everything I can.” She smiled.

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“They’ve captured him.”

“Are you sure? It’s not like Wayden to be careless.”

“It’s not like Admiral Ultran to be late either. The transport still isn’t here after two days.”

“Then who’s in charge of the fleet? We’re supposed to head to Corsica and meet up with the State Navy there. But… who’s going to lead?”

“Well, you’re captain of the lead ship. I guess you are in charge.”

“Oh… Well then, I suppose we’ll get under way. Where do you think they’re keeping Wayden? Any chance of rescue?”

“Emperor Reyburn has probably seen to him… so I’d say he’s on the Terminus, if not Starbase Avongard. Either way, Wayden’s already a dead man. Captain Edgar, do you still plan on rescuing him?”

“Once we’ve liberated the colonies, I’ll see to Wayden’s release myself. Now, contact all ships, we jump to Corsica.”

“Aye, sir.”

OCC: Didn't get a chance to post tonight...I will post tomorrow.

Its been a bit busy for me lately as well, but not terribly so...just one more day and I will have a response up.

"'Sa pleasure to meet you, doctor," says Stryyver as he manouvers his bulky shape through the airlock. "And you too, commander. We's glad to be of service."

Noticing the pathologists struggling into the Valiant, equipment and baggage in hand, the captain sees it fit to introduce them.

"And may I've the pleasure of innerdoucing doctors Marley, Westland, Blackburn, Blackwood, Shark, and Ebenezer. Come on inside, messers. Don'be hesitant, now."

The doctors nod to their hosts as they look for somewhere out of the way to deposit their assorted gear while introductions proceed.

"We's got a big module outside for you. Its very adaptable...you can prob'ly find a use for it. Quarantining, storage...well, 'suppose we'll get 'round to that later."

The engineers continue to work around in space, welding this and that, moving various pieces of equipment to here and there, for not much reason more than they feel like it. The Peter Tosh plans to remain in the system for a while at least, supporting the forces there with its comprehensive facilities. With luck, they will help to find a cure for this horrible illness, and perhaps participate in some other adventures as well...

Julia Archer’s lips defined her. Soft and very large for her relatively small face. A rosy pink, almost true red. They held mens' attention for longer than any of her reports. She had an attractiveness about her that could not be defined. Nothing else particularly special. Just your plain old girl. But, then again, we all know that type. The one where you just can’t quite put your finger on what it is about her. She gets under you skin and you realize you're thinking about her when you're with your own girl. Julia Archer was that kind.

Although, her brilliance also held many mens' attention. She radiated her intelligence around her, teaching things and dispensing knowledge until those around her became saturated with the same knowledge. It was this practice that she dispensed on Captain Stryyver. They walked slowly down the corridor leading to the main lab. The men they left behind continued to prepare the Peter Tosh for research. Julia’s soft-spoken voice told Stryyver all she knew. “Well, you see. We’ve established exactly what the Quick is, but we don’t know anything else about it, save for how it kills. There’s no precedence for this kind of illness on Geneva. There have been no record of any kind of plague ever on Geneva, whether animal, plant, or Eurydian. We just don’t know where it came from. We’ve analyzed species after species and found no trace of this virus anywhere else but in the infected patients.

“Now, the Quick kills very slowly. The first thing it does when entering the body is destroy the immune system. This takes roughly a week, and for that week the patient shows no symptoms, save a drastically diminished immune system. That’s how we can tell someone is infected. Anyways, after the immune system is totally destroyed, the virus moves onto the cells in the brain and the lungs. The Quick actually alters the temperature of the victim by damaging certain parts of the brain first. If it weren’t a virus, I’d consider it very smart. After that, the patient just burns alive or suffocates in blood and other fluids.” She ended with a small, almost uncaring shrug. “That’s the Quick for you. Once it hits your brain, you go quick.”

Endowed with a computer brain, Stryyver dutifully stores every word that Archer says. The only problem, though, is holding the captain's attention, as Stryyver has a tendancy to take in more than is intended.

"Most 'formative, doctor. Might I ask...do you have any pathological records for Geneva? Strikes me that we might be able to trace this bugger from a common ancestah," says the chrome robot. The disease specialists trail behind, considering Dr. Archer's comments from a more educated point of view. Her team probably, they think, already thought of that, but the doctors don't see it fit to interrupt the captain until they have something real to say.

"Aye, if we was able to trace is evolution we mabye could find some kinda starting point for a vaccine," interjects Doctor Marley.

Speaking of the doctors...

Doctor Marley (Marley, for reference, being one of LRR's most common last names) and Doctor Shark are old fellows, carrying themselves in something of a dignified manner. They certainly look old-fashioned, wearing the old fleet medical uniform, which itself looks like it came from the 1800s. They are the most experienced pathologists, if a little bit out of date on some points. The others, Westland especially, are much younger. They all wear a fairly generic one-piece sky blue jumpsuit, and trail behind the dreadlocked Marley and wigged Shark.

"Excuse me, doctor...do you have a sample of said pestilence at hand?" hazards Shark.

Meanwhile, in preparation of Reyburn's supposed visit, the Peter Tosh undergoes a little bit of beautification as its support module is worked on. Engineers apply a new coat of paint and smooth over some irregularities here and there. Their counterparts on the Valiant are summoned out to look at the big cylinder. How best to fit it? How best to use it? The Robots propose that it be welded to the monitor, or at least connected by a number of sturdy access tubes.

Captain Edgar, the new interim commander of the entire Royal Navy, sat in his chair with the usual, contemplative look on his face. Behind him was tactical, in front, helm. The gray paneled bridge on the Gavalen Star Battle Platform had little room compared to the vastness of the ship, with only seven personnel required to command it. They moved about briskly, checking Imperial Guard deployments and ship movements, Royal Navy positions, and Corsican and Intaran State Navy positions. John Edgar had no problems commanding the Gavalen Star itself (he was thirty-eight and a seasoned captain), but his knowledge on fleet command consisted of nothing more than a few academy courses. Still, he knew the rudiments, and that would do for now.

“Lieutenant,” Edgar said in a passive voice, “Has the Corsican Navy arrived yet? We’ve been here for over six hours…”

“Sir, I’ve been watching our sensors constantly and there hasn’t been so much as a hiccup since our appearance.”

Edgar nodded. He rubbed his chin and thought some more. After a moment he stood, brushed off the black Highgrace uniform he wore, and stood. “I’ve had enough. If they aren’t ready to strike a blow against the Imperial Guard, then we’ll just have to move without them. Prepare to…”

Before he could finish, the lieutenant broke in. “Sir! I’m registering a ship incoming!”

“Is it the Navy?”

“No, sir. Just one ship, unidentifiable.”

“What do you mean unidentifiable. Our sensors have no record of it?”

the lieutenant nodded vigorously. “We’ve never seen it before. Sir, they’re hailing us!”

Edgar tapped a button and a man appeared on the screen at the front of the bridge. The man, tall and broad with short brown hair and an equally short beard, smiled. “It’s good to be back.”

Edgar couldn’t speak. His jaw fell open and the bridge went silent. Edgar sat back down, took a moment to collect himself. “Admiral Ajax? How… are you… here? I mean, you’re supposed to be dead.”

“All will be explained. I know that you are in trouble ,and that is what matters. The Imperial Guard must be made to pay for their unspeakable acts. The Royal Navy must clear its name and take back what belongs to us.”

“Ever since Indus Reyburn destroyed your ship and well… killed you, we’ve never forgotten your sacrifice. We’ve rebelled against the Emperor every chance we got. Reyburn has seized power for himself just now and threatens to destroy Corsica and Intari.”

Ajax nodded. “Yes, yes. I know. My ship is closing in. I’ll come aboard and we can talk this over. The time to strike is now, but we must figure out how.”

[ooc: i'll respond to your post LRR when i'm not so tired. :D]

And Volarian, in his deep, mighty voice, proclaimed "The region of Hellview holds everything a man could want! Join Hellview! The living conditions aren't as bad as the name makes it sound!!!"

the obligatory bump

No rush, Eastern Bloc. Just posting it up on my list...

Archer smiled as the group entered the main laboratory, a large, purple room with many tables holding large microscopes, disease cultures, and other machines. Bustling around were eleven other scientists, all in light gray jumpsuits and sporting a large circular insignia on their left breast. Julia ushered Stryyver and his team over to what seemed to be her desk.

She sat down behind it, bringing up a small screen that appeared out of the desk itself. “Now,” she said, tapping a few buttons, “you were talking about finding some sort of ancestor, right? Well, we’ve had our computers crunching the data we’ve collected and having them cross reference the characteristics of this virus with any virus we have in our database. Believe me, our database is extensive. The Quick has some similarities with other viruses, such as HIV on Earth, or the Gorin plague on Eurydice. But there isn’t enough of a match.” She shrugged. “I suppose you may have better luck. But for now, we’re trying to find a cure without anything to go off of. We’ve just never seen anything like it.”

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Ajax, Edgar, and a few other captains sat in the meeting hall of the Gavalen Star. Most held a suspicious gaze over Ajax, who simply smiled back at them. Edgar paced back and forth. For the last hour the two have been trying to convince the other captains that Ajax is who he says he is.

“The blood test should prove it!” Edgar shouted. “What more do you need?”

One captain, short and stocky with a bald head snorted. “Ajax should be in his seventies by now. It’s been over forty years since the Vengeance Redeemed was destroyed. Even if he had somehow survived, he would be an old man. The person standing before us is clearly not Ajax.”

Admiral Ajax nodded, the leather straps on his breast plate creaking with movement. "I understand your skepticism. I would be worried if you had accepted me blindly. But there is an explanation for my retained youth. You see, the friends who saved me also had very advanced medical technology. Men and women there live for hundreds of years. They helped me retain my youth.”

“This is nonsense.” Chirped in a man at the end of the table. His confident stair didn’t make Ajax waver. “Why are we arguing about something that is a blessing from Keer? Who cares how he got here and in what condition? The fact is, the greatest leader the Republic has ever known returns to save us from destruction at the hands of the Imperial Guard. I say we not mull over Keer’s gift for too long.”

A smiling Ajax laughed. Yes, let them turn a blind eye. The sooner I can control you the better “Very good. You have gotten to the point quite well my friend. Take my advice or not, but there is something that you must know. The Imperial Guard is preparing an assault on Corsica. Reyburn hopes to catch you while you aren’t united or ready to fight.”

“How do you know this?” The bald man asked, eyes shrewdly watching Ajax.

“I know because I must know to help you. My friends know much, and they tell me what is important for me to know. That isn’t the point. What we must do is strike at them first, swing the confidence of the colonies to our side by achieving some sort of victory against the Imperial Guard. A victory, now matter how small, boosts morale.”

The bald man shook his head.” Yes, but every Imperial Guard position is heavily fortified, they don’t leave the perimeter around Conconi or Eurydice. The HORDS system would tear our fleets to ribbons before we’d finish the jump.”

“That’s where you are wrong, Captain Arhnum. There is one place where the Imperial Guard has placed ships without any sort of support. One place where they are open for attack.”

Edgar’s eyes brightened, half from mere realization, half out of fear. “You don’t mean…”

Ajax nodded, grinning. “Yes, I do.”

Captain Arhnum finished with one, solemn word that shook every man to the core. “Geneva.”

OCC: Ah, the plot thickens...

IC:

"Well...I'm certainly no expert," replies Julian. "But I've never come across or heard of anything much like this until now."

If there's one thing true about the Robotic archives, its that they are very thorough in a few areas and quite sparse in a good many others. Being inorganic, the robots who make up a large portion of the now greatly-reduced population (with the invasion of the Robotic Cluster) don't really have to concern themselves over such organic things like the vast majority of viruses.

The pathologists and other medical specialists look at the display with concern. They also had never encountered anything like this Quick.

"It truly astounds us, doctor. Have you yet determined its molecular structure? Perhaps some kind of genetic treatment?" says Doctor Marley.
"We will get our resources on it as soon as possible. We could even arrange for a sample to be sent back to a better-furnished laboratory...what captain Stryyver brought along does not seem to be much of an improvement over what you have here."

"But still, as far as I am aware nothing that appears to match up with the Quick has ever been encountered by anyone I've heard of and lived to tell the tale."

"I'm afraid we can offer little fresh insight on this subject, doctor."

"Eh...would it be possible to travel planetside?" asks Doctor Shark.

OCC: I'm ready if you want to start Ajax's arrival, just FYI.

IC:

Meanwhile, not terribly far away from Geneva, the light cruiser Gloucester cruises in space, no doubt doing something.

"Geneva's coming up on the right, sah. 'Few months old, though."

One of the primary array operators alerts captain Eli Reba from one of the sensors pits on the bridge. Unlike the freighters, which have their various faculties spread around (a move made possible by their relatively more reliable inner-ship communications systems), most fighting ships have very full bridges.

Cador, Nightmare, and Meleagent sat on the bridge of their ship, waiting patiently as Ajax convinced the captains on the Gavalen Star that he was, in fact, who he said he was. They knew that their plan to seize control of Eurydice held by a few threads, but it was their best shot at wresting control of Keer’s home world. An all out attack would bring the wrath of every species in the known universe. But subversion and trickery? No one would know until too much time had slipped.

Nightmare, dressed in his hardened plate mail and leaning on his gigantic sword, Kreigoth, sighed with his usual boredom. His eyes glowed slightly from behind the blackness of his helm. Whatever lived behind that mask, it was old. “Cador, are you sure we can trust Ajax?” His voice sounded raspy and abrasive. “I mean, he didn’t show much willingness to go along with our plan.”

Cador was a behemoth of a man whose features were hidden by green armor and a cow’s skull for a mask. But his voice was smooth and soft, much different from Nightmare. “I wouldn’t worry. The resurrection has brought him halfway to our side. When you use Uther’s power to bring life back, whatever he touches turns dark. Ajax is already beginning to come around. Give him a few more days and he’ll be consumed with our same desire, to destroy Eurydice entirely.”

“I suppose you’re right. I just don’t know about him…”

As if on cue, Ajax appeared on the screen, face bright and cheerful. “Good news gentleman. We move on Geneva within the hour. Prepare yourselves for battle.”

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Julia nodded. “Yes. We can leave for Geneva right now. The Quick spreads through the air, but so long as we organics have suits on, we should be just fine.” She tapped a button, and called upon her helmsman to head to the surface. “Now, I must tell you,” she said grimly, “that Geneva is not a pretty place right now. Since most people have found out that they’re going to die within a month, they’ve decided to take things into their own hands. People have quite their jobs, rioted, pretty much done anything a dying person wants to do. The Imperial Guard soldiers that were infected have kept things under control as best they can, but Geneva is lawless. We’ll land on a hospital and check things out from there. The troublemakers at least have the decency to leave them alone.”

She sighed, “I suppose your ship will be remaining in orbit? Captain Deschain will give them all the help they need. We should be finished by the time Emperor Reyburn arrives. He’s anxious to meet you, Captain Stryyver. Anyways, we’ll be heading out shortly, feel free to observe and give input to our science team. We’d be able to figure this thing out if we had a long time, but one month isn’t enough to cure a disease.”

"S'apleasure to meet you, doctor," says Stryyver upon heading for the airlock. The bulky chrome figure of the captain finally crosses back onto the Peter Tosh, and the freighter moves off from the Valiant, taking up an orbit some distance further from the planet but not outside fast communication. The Tosh continues tidying up in preparation for Deschain and Reyburn's respective visits as the engineers continue to work on getting the medical module operational. The Zanzibar class freighters, while very adaptable and nice vessels, are definately not built for operating in atmospheres. While they can be crash-landed on a planet, they are incapable of manouvering in such a setting and would probably take a fair amount of hull damage. So Stryyver is content to wait up in space, a more 'natural' locale, and see what happens.

Meanwhile, aboard the Valiant, the pathologists prepare themselves for what they can only assume is a grizzly sight.

"We are ready," says Dr. Shark.

The ships came in swiftly and without warning. One moment, the Imperial Guard quarantine ships sat idly over Geneva, keeping an eye on the planet below. The next, over forty Royal Navy and Corsican State Navy vessels were bearing down on them at high speed, bright flashes of light their only indication of arrival. The yellow Star Dreadnoughts, the purple Intari War Cruisers, and the blackness of the Omega Destroyers just a few of the intimidating RN ships, their sleek bodies moving with ease through space. The Imperial Guard Primus Battlecruiser and supporting Attack Cruisers sitting ducks. Lambs to that very terrible slaughter.

Within moments the ships opened fire on each other. On one side, Captain Edgar and Admiral Ajax shouted orders frantically, hoping to use quickness and surprise to their advantage. On the other, Captain Deschain just stared. He was outnumbered nearly six to one, and the Royal Navy ships were stronger and faster. The Baydonwolf immediately took fire, and equally as fast he called for evasive maneuvers. His ship could not escape the hail of fire though, and neither could the Vorchan Attack Cruisers. Three of the seven were destroyed before they could even react, and the others put up little resistance before succumbing to the laser and missile barrage.

Deschain’s ship took hit after hit, fire and debris spewing as it tried to move away. In about twenty seconds, only the ships vital systems remained. It floated through space, turning slowly from sudden engine failure. On the bridge, most of the crew were dead or injured from the massive steel beams that collapsed and the explosions around them. Captain Deschain had been knocked from his chair. The emergency lights blinked red, and scarcely could Gavin see anything. Out of the blackness, an audio transmission filled the room with sound.

“I can’t believe you couldn’t even destroy one of my ships! The Imperial Guard have become sluggish and fat on their seat of power.”

Gavin didn’t recognize the voice. Instead, he laughed. “Well, your ambush was low, captain. All we were trying to do was protect the Republic from further infection and help Geneva overcome the Quick.”

“That may be. But when your forces declared war on us by disbanding the Assembly Affiliate, you made everything fair game. Including your quarantine fleet, pitiful as it is.”

Gavin turned to the only surviving crewman on the bridge. After disabling communications, he spoke. “Has it been recorded?”

“The whole attack, sir.”

“Good. Launch the buoy. We’ll get our revenge against this scum. Mark my words.”

The ensign nodded, tapped a button, and the thimble-sized recorder shot out of the ship.

Gavin reopened communications. “I think we’re done here. You’ve proven yourselves to be scum. Either leave, or finish us now. I’m tired of waiting.”

The voice laughed. “Well then, I’ll be seeing you at the Well of Turoth. Good day, my friend.”

Another barrage from Ajax’s command ship, and the Baydonwolf became a floating pile of debris.

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The Valiant shook slightly as it entered the Genevan atmosphere, slowing as it reached the surface. The crew, unaware of the carnage taking place in the skies above, acted normally, preparing for landing and suiting up. Commander Shran showed those Robotic guests that needed protective gear to the locker rooms, and they suited up as well. A large building came into view, with a large, purple X over a hexagonal landing pad. The building itself looked intact, but the rest of the city they landed in was in tatters. Unseen fires burned in countless areas, the dense black smoke filling the sky. Small, colored dots ran through the streets, carrying guns, knives, anything they could use. The Valiant cruised directly over a confrontation between an Imperial Legion Riot Squad and malcontent civilians. Blows were exchanged between the two sides. Behind the squad, not a hundred feet away was the hospital.

The monitor landed on the pad, and all those exiting stood before the airlock in the quarantine chamber. The doors opened, blasting them with air. They descended the ramp, and were met by a few doctors. Commander Shran and his team spread out and took up positions on the roof overlooking the streets below.

One doctor, a man with short hair and tan complexion, smiled and shook hands with a white suited Julia Archer. “Welcome back, Commander. We have bad news, and worse news, I’m afraid.”

Commander Shran approached the doctor. “Greg, are those civilians trying to break through the guard around the hospital?”

“I was just getting to that. And yes, they are. I guess they found out we’re storing supplies of food and water. Things like that are scarce in the city. They’ve come to loot the place. Our legionnaires are protecting us as well as they can, but they’re horribly outnumbered. Even some patients who are in the early stages of the Quick are joining the fight.”

Julia nodded from behind the clear helmet. “So was that the bad news or the worse news?”

Greg looked to the ground. “The bad. We’ve received word that the Baydonwolf and her support craft were destroyed by the Royal Navy. It happened as you entered the atmosphere. I don’t know if they know you’re here, but I suggest you stay on the ground until they leave.”

Commander Shran stood, baffled. “My god…”

“I know.” Julia said. “Gavin’s… gone.”

The Robotic pathologists are taken totally by surprise at the news of some sort of attack over Geneva. They look towards the windows apprehensively, half expecting the telltale streaks of surface-bound munitions to appear.

The younger doctors are also visibly tense about the prospect of spending much more time on the planet itself. The place certainly looks like a mess, a state of affairs that doesn't look at all ready to improve with the so recent goings-on in orbit. Shark and Marley are unfased, however, and even write the odd this and that

Shark himself starts to approach one of the Quick patients, withdrawing his notebook.

"Eh, may I, doctor?"

A radio transmission from Stryyver on the Peter Tosh, garbled, but still more or less audible.

"We's runnin' for our lives...will call for help."

On the freighter itself, the engineers, pulled back into the Tosh by their teathers as soon as the first exchanges of fire took place, get right to work. They start the large and powerful magneto-plasmadynamic thrusters and soon have them operating at full capacity, rocketing the Peter Tosh away from the apparently hostile ships. The HEPD fields are activated as well, and countermeasures drones are dropped in the freighter's path. While respectably armed and armored, the ship can't possibly hope to fight even one committed hostile capital ship and live, much less a multitude of them.

"These ships seem to match friendly types. There must be some kind of mutiny or internal strife, eh?"
"No good at all."
"We must alert the 6th cruiser squadron immediately!"
"They're parsecs away!"
"I think the closest Robotic ship is the Gloucester."
"Contact it right away!"

Meanwhile, aboard RSV Glasgow, a Town Class light cruiser, klaxons sound as the crew beats to quarters.

"All hands, prepare for battle!"
"Engineering compartments are ready, sah!"
"Secure all systems...redistribute power to the hyperspace device! Stand by for FTL travel!"
"Aye, captain!"

The engineers re-distribute the ship's power to the FTL drive, constantly monitoring and adjusting, until things are under optimal conditions.

"Hyperspace device is ready, sah! Prepare for jump!"
"All hands, be ready in three...two...one...activate."

The cruiser zips away towards Geneva, expected to arrive in not too long and meet up with the Peter Tosh, wherever it ends up after running from the attacking ships. The Glasgow isn't the only ship responding to the Peter Tosh's sub-etha signal, such mediums of communication being hardly encryptable. The light cruisers Afghanistan and Coronel, as well as destroyers Zebra, Myngs, Wessex, Lysander, and the monitor Gorgon make some effort to respond to the distress signal (although only half of said ships are even within two weeks' distance of Geneva).

Ajax’s eyes traced over the pearl of Geneva. So much death below, but nothing he could notice from up in outer space. The attack went precisely as planned, the Imperial Guard not having a chance to lift a finger. The large, solid face set on equally solid shoulders looked satisfied. Not one ship lost.

“Sir,” an ensign said suddenly, “there’s another ship moving away from us at high speeds.”

Ajax tapped a button and the ship appeared on the viewscreen. His eyebrow furrowed. “I don’t recognize it.”

“It’s a Robotic craft, sir. A freighter or some sort. Orders?”

Ajax thought for a moment, confided in Edgar a little, then nodded. “Let it go. I have no intention of starting wars with other nations.”

The ensign nodded. The fleet sat over Geneva, forty ships of different shapes and sizes waiting for new orders. The Gavalen Star rested out in front, Ajax showing he still had no fears as an admiral. As for Cador, Nightmare and Meleagent, they contented themselves with not being there at all. Their ship remained at Corsica. There would be a time and a place for introductions. But it was too soon to bring the Royal Navy to Uther’s side. That could wait, at least for a while. Ajax knew what Cador wanted, that being their complete anonymity for as long as possible. Ajax would get what he wanted, and Cador would get his.

Ajax smiled to himself. He knew he was close to getting Indus Reyburn. He could feel him…

The ensign shot up in his chair, voice frenzied. “Sir! Ship incoming! It’s large, very large!”

One moment there was nothing, the next Emperor Reyburn and the Terminus blasted into realspace directly behind the Royal Navy and Corsican fleet. The wedge like ship stopped instantly. Indus Reyburn surveyed the scene with very wide eyes. Forty enemy vessels before him, and what remained of the Imperial Guard quarantine fleet. Things did not look good. But, the advantage was his. After only a few seconds, Reyburn knew what to do. He called out to Tigris Block. “I want you to open fire on the nearest ship. No warning. Blow as many of them out of the sky as you can. Now!” Tigris nodded, and the Terminus fired a full laser barrage.

All Ajax could do was stare back. He had no time to reposition before a hail of laser fire tore his tightly packed fleet apart. Frantically, he called out to the ensign. “Get us the hell out here! All ships, move out ! Back to Corsica!”

Edgar, next to Ajax, shook his head. “We can take the Terminus. It’s only one ship against forty.”

“You idiot. He has us from the back. By the time we’ll get organized, half the ships will be torn to ribbons. We have to leave now! He has us!”

Edgar, frustrated, consented. The Gavalen Star and her fleet phased out as quickly as possible.

On the other side, Indus Reyburn nodded in satisfaction. His weathered face wore a smile, and he patted Tigris on the back. “Well done man. We caught them off guard. But… then again, they caught us off guard as well. I guess they really mean business. Is Gavin’s ship among the wreckage?”

Tigris nodded. “We’re picking up traces of the Baydonwolf. They were probably massacred, m’lord.”

“They are truly wicked, attacking a fleet ordered to assist Geneva.” Reyburn paused. “What of the Valiant?”

“Nothing yet. But we have recovered the Baydonwolf’s Micro Buoy. He managed to get it off before they were destroyed. They’re decoding it now.”

“Good, I want to see it.” And see it he would. The voice he heard speaking to Gavin shook Reyburn to the core. He could only think of one thing. Ajax.

[ooc: i'll respond to the doctors on Geneva when i'm awake.]

Not long after Reyburn's arrival, RSV Glasgow, its small cargo hold still packed full of trade goods, arrives near Geneva in a burst of radiation across the electromagnetic spectrum. The relatively old Town-class light cruiser takes a while to adjust its systems, but the engineers and navigation computer manage to land the ship quite close to the Peter Tosh.

After a few moments of characteristically calm conversation, the freighter pulls alongside the cruiser, and weapons systems are activated. HEPD anti-missile and anti-fighter systems are brought to full power as secondary and primary ion cannons are warmed up.

"We've detected a new vessel, Glasgow, most likely Reyburn's command Terminus."
"Our array sees it too, Peter Tosh."
"Attention Terminus, this is RSV Glasgow. Can we be of assistance?"

OCC: A little information on Robotic ships:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=417731

Cador smiled from behind his skull mask. “Ajax accomplished his goal.”

“That’s good.” Nightmare responded, harsh voice filling the bridge.

“Yes, but something unexpected happened. Emperor Indus Reyburn arrived with his command ship, catching our forces by surprise.”

“What happened to the fleet?”

Off to the side, Meleagent sat in a stoic posture, staring at the two but making no obvious signs that he actually heard them. His eyes were blank, dead, and cold.

“They lost four light craft, the Coswei Frigates, and one Dor’lomaan Cruiser. They destroyed seven Imperial Guard vessels. Not a bad accomplishment, but I expected no casualties at all. We cannot afford to lose a single ship unless we have to.”

Meleagent stood, turned on his heel, and left the bridge.

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The 17 km long Terminus, a behemoth by anybody's standards, kept a relative distance from Geneva and the Robotic ships. Indus Reyburn knew now that Julia Archer and the Valiant were safe on Geneva. That’s what mattered to him. But something troubled him more. A man who supposedly died forty years ago was just recorded speaking to Gavin Deschain. It shook the aging emperor to his core. “Get in touch with the Peter Tosh,” Reyburn said, calling out to an ensign, “ask them if they sustained any damage. Also, ask them if they wish to remain here in Eurydian territory. I think things are heating up here, and we’ll have many more encounters in the near future.”

Tigris Block nodded. “And send a blanket message to every ship and station we have. Tell them to prepare for possible Royal Navy, Coriscan Navy, or Intaran Navy attacks. They’ve destroyed the quarantine fleet over Geneva and will probably strike again. Put all ships on caution status.” Tigris walked to Indus Reyburn, and knelt, speaking in the emperor’s ear. “I think that was a show of force, Emperor. I think they’re telling us that nothing is safe.”

Reyburn grimaced. “I think you may be right. May Keer help us all.”

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They entered the hospital, receiving word shortly after that space above Geneva had been secured –for now—by the Terminus. The young doctor lead the group along down various corridors. Commander Shran and his team left to assist the Legionnaires in their fight against the rebellious Genevan population. Julia pushed through a set of double doors, above which a plaque read “End Stage.” Julia turned around. “Now, what you will see may bother you. This is the last stage of the Quick. Follow me.” She lead them down the hall, a few doctors passed them, eyes low, dejected. They came up to a set of beds. On one, a man shook continuously. A readout above his bed said, “tempurature: 108.3.” Every other patient had a similar tempurature. Also, their breathing was staggered and raspy. Many had a persistent cough.

Again, Juila turned. “There you have it. The patients temperature keeps rising until they boil. Over half the hospital is filled with patients who have End Stage Quick. Finding a cure is quickly becoming a lost cause. Now, what else would you like to see?”

"Would it be possible to leave the hospital grounds at all?" asks Doctor Shark.

The pathologists examine the end stage patients, giving words of encouragement and consolation here and there as they write and sketch in their notebooks. Some hazard the occasional look outside, observing the progress of the angry mob. If only there had not been a battle...there are a great many tons of aid bound for Geneva waiting at a not-too-distant logistical depot, ready to be shipped to the plague-ridden planet. On an ideal schedule, it would have already left, but news of fighting over Geneva has delayed the convoy's departure quite significantly.

Therefore, breaking Ajax's force is fast becoming a high priority, although the admirals in charge of the infant operation don't fully grasp the size of the presumably hostile force.

But the strangest thing is the fact that it is commanded by Admiral Ajax, a man who almost surely died many years ago.

Back aboard the Peter Tosh, Stryyver watches the tactical plot intently, until a crewmember unlatches the bridge access hatch and plugs into their assigned system.

"The Terminus is hailing. They ask if we have suffered any damage."
"Attention Terminus and Emperor Reyburn, this is the Peter Tosh. We have thankfully suffered no damage, at least none worth fixing. We...er..."
"Perhaps we should leave the area. This ship's fast, but we couldn't survive if one of those warships managed to break our thrusters."
"Are we agreed?"
"Well, that settles that. Terminus, the Peter Tosh does plan to make for a safer locale, but I will remain in the area aboard the Glasgow."

The light cruiser then pulls closer to Stryyver's vessel, coming in for a direct airlock transfer. A telescoping frame extends to meet the Tosh's primary airlock, and captain Stryyver makes his way towards it. "I'll see you in a week or two, eh?"

“The force that attacked the Baydonwolf and her escort numbered forty, only 1/7th of the size of the actual Royal/Corsican/Intaran Navy combined fleet. That’s about 280 ships. We have 150 dedicated to eradicating their forces. I think we need to strike a blow against them before they can attack again. I wonder though, if we have enough ships?”

Indus Reyburn listened to Tigris Block, taking notes in his head and formulating a plan. His purple cloak spilled over his throne, silver banded crown bright against a balding head. Still, his eyes looked intense and awake. “Tell me, where are they getting their supplies from? How are they keeping their ships active?”

“Well, milord, there are two stations that supply most of their war effort. One is the Civilian Starbase, Turnus, over Corsica. The other hides near Intari’s third moon, Pallus. It’s a Palanrus Class Starbase the Royal Navy captured from us a couple of months ago. It’s so deep in colonial territory, we haven’t had much luck getting it back.”

“So the fleet uses those two bases as staging points for attacks?”

Tigris nodded.

“Well then. If we’re going to strike back, we should take out one of those starbases. I think Turnus would be a good place to start.”

“Yes, milord. But it is heavily defended, more so than Diomedes, even though Intari is deeper into colonial territory

“We need to strike a heavy blow. They struck first, now we must make them pay.”

Tigris block nodded. “Good then. I’ll begin preparations for the attack. Staging area…?”

“Avongard. And allocate another 7 battle groups to the attack force.”

“Right!”

As the Peter Tosh, under the command of First Mate Taj Maputo, charges up its FTL drive and makes for a safer locale, Stryyver and the Glasgow crew review the situation.

"Attention Terminus, this is RSV Glasgow. If you need it, we can dispatch a battle squadron very quickly."

The cruiser itself keeps its distance, not keen on engaging Ajax's large flotilla, but if more Robotic ships show up, they could be ready for fighting. Word is that the battleship Bellrophron might even be on its way to Geneva at the head of a whole battle regiment, although if such is true the Bellrophron, in refit, won't be travel-ready in a week at least.

In truth, the heavy cruisers Frobisher and Vindicative are inbound, at the head of a considerable squadron including several Town and Cressy light cruisers, Tribal and W class destroyers, Flower corvettes, and the escort carrier Battler.

“We can leave using the Valiant. We just need to make it over the rioting crowd and we’ll be safe.” Julia said. “What interests you outside of the hospital?”

Commander Shran approached, his mask wheezing heavily. “Captain Archer, the mob is going to break through our defenses any moment. I suggest we leave immediately.”

Outside of the room, doctors and nurses scrambled around, grabbing supplies and equipment. There were a few transports left that could take them out of the area, but not enough to save everyone. The patients had no way out of the hospital. Julia watched as things the hospital reduced itself to chaos. Suddenly, she had an idea. Pulling out her communicator, Julia contacted the Valiant. “Ensign? Do you read me?”

“Loud and clear, captain.”

“Good. Get me Emperor Reyburn. I need him quickly.”

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Indus Reyburn received two messages at almost exactly the same time. One from his allies, one from his longtime friend, Julia Archer. He listened to both carefully, and answered the most pressing matter first. The long, slender Terminus Command Dreadnought descended slowly into the Genevan atmosphere. The ship, long as it was, could be seen even from standard orbit. Go lower still, and you’d instill either fear or terror; the gray outlines of the ship gave either feeling, depending on who you were fighting.

Drooped eyes, shaky hands, and exhaustion did not prevent Reyburn from doing his job. A man in his seventies had no reason being up for three days straight, but an Emperor had not the luxuries of most old men. He nodded slowly. “That’s good enough, ensign. Open a channel, broadcast to everything we can.” The ensign nodded smartly. The next words Reyburn said, he said to everyone still alive on Geneva.

“Greetings my friends. Greetings to all on Geneva. I am a familiar voice and a familiar face to most of you here. But I have not been able to help you as much as I could during Geneva’s greatest plight. I saved your world once from the hands of Alexander Traiden over forty years ago. Since then you have been the most loyal and prosperous colony in the Affiliation. It is a shame that you would have to endure something as tragic as the Quick. But why now, when we are so close to a cure, do you try and destroy the hospitals, kill the doctors? They do nothing but try to save your life. They have food and water in their hospitals? They keep warm with emergency power while you survive in the cold? I have not seen such greed from Eurydians, and I cannot believe you would do such a thing. Remain in your homes. Carry on with your lives while you still can. Let the doctors do their jobs. Let them save you.”

The transmission ended and Reyburn, with a smile, collapsed from his throne. Tigris Block rushed to his side. “Come, help me carry him to his room. The Emperor is tired and needs some rest. Here, come help me!”

Block left Stryyver’s question to the young lieutenant, in charge for the moment. His answer: “We gladly accept any assistance you would provide. Imperial Guard vessels are on their way to relieve us of our watch. We will be heading to Starbase Avongard over Eurydice, you can meet us there when we leave.”

"We, or at least I," says doctor Blackburn, "would like to see the conditions outside the hospital."
"But if it is inconvenient...there is no hurry," interjects Shark. "These people must be cured as fast as possible, so we might as well get to it."

In space, captain Stryyver and captain Eli Reba sit on jumpseats towards the back of Glasgow's relatively small, cramped bridge, although very roomy by freighter standards. The crew conduct themselves in a less-than-military manner, more often than not neglecting to salute or acknowledge rank and freely criticizing and discussing superiors' descisions.

"Understood, Terminus," says a human Sub-Lt. from his station. Weapons crews busy themselves with training and calibrating their ion cannons and missile magazines, staring at Ajax's vessels from across the vacuum, and looking dejectedly at Geneva. However, hope appears on the horizon when four destroyers, escorting as many freighters, come out of hyperspace near the Glasgow. The convoy immediately powers up its weapons systems and prepares for battle when appraised of the situation by Reba, and they prepare to make a dash to the planet...

“Preparing final jump procedures. Destination set, coordinates confirmed. Jumping to Starbase Avongard… now.” The ensign press one finger slightly on his control pad, and the entirety of the Terminus ceased to be over Geneva. A slight gravity distortion and a little bit of light the only signs that a jump had taken place. To most, the ship simply vanished.

The Genevan rioters had stopped for the time being, moved by the emperor’s words. They retreated back to their homes, while the legionnaires moved back into the hospital. Wounded from the various fights started pouring in, with cuts and bruises the word of the day. Julia Archer and her team, accompanied by the Robotic doctors, left the hospital through the main entrance, walking around burning cars, rubble, and holes blasted into the earth. They approached an Imperial Legionnaire outpost a few hundred feet from hospital –a tent, sandbagged machinegun, and a few soldiers standing next to an assault vehicle. They saw the approaching group, and raised the their weapons defensively. “Who goes there?!”

Commander Shran raised his arms, showing they intended no harm. “Ho there. I am Commander Shran, Imperial Legionnaire assigned to the Valiant. We’ve come to learn more of this plague on Geneva.”

The guards, one tall and well built, the other lanky with spectacles, looked at each other for a moment, then put their weapons down. The third legionnaire, manning the machine gun, waved his hand. “Ho. Welcome to our humble establishment, commander. What the Emperor said seems to have worked, we haven’t received any trouble from the civilians since. How can we help you?”

The group finally reached the small encampment, and looked very out of place in what looked like astronaut spacesuits. They weren’t clunky, just alien. Julia Archer and the rest of the team settled in. Commander Shran knelt down next to the machinegunner and looked at his tag. “Well, Sergeant Naples, we need a way to get around in the city. We have no vehicle, and traveling on foot would take most of the day. May we use this assault vehicle?” Shran sounded friendly, if gruff.

The soldier looked over to the large, armored humvee. At least it resembled a humvee. It’s body was a little longer and a large machine gun poked out of a hole in the roof where a man could easily operate it. It could comfortably seat seven. With shrewd eyes, Naples thought. “I suppose we don’t really need it right now. If the population becomes upset again, we’ll just take cover in the hospital.” He mulled over it a bit more. “Sure. Take it. Although, I see you’ve got about eleven in your group, a few will have to stay behind.”

Julia Archer listened in, and spoke up. “Well, the doctors from my ship could stay here and tend to the sick and wounded. The legionnaires accompanying Shran can remain here with you. Sound good?”

Both Shran and Naples looked quizzically at her. It had been their conversation. “I guess she has a good idea.” Shran said, forcing the words.

“Yeah. It’ll work.” Naples responded.

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Minutes after its start, the jump ended. As quickly as it had vanished, the Terminus reappeared, this time over Eurydice and Starbase Avongard. It could hardly be called a starbase, though. Years ago an asteroid wandered to close to Eurydice, and seizing an opportunity, the Imperial Guard gutted the rock of most internal elements, and built a massive structure inside, and around it. The starbase now acted as the primary staging and deploying point for Imperial Guard fleets, the hub for Imperial Guard patrol activity, and the control station for the Heimdall Orbital Reactionary Defense System (HORDS) and Asgard, the defensive shield around Eurydice.

Emperor Reyburn had fallen ill, and now rested in bed, doctors and scientists pouring over him. Tigris Block took over control of the counterattack, and already elements of the Imperial Guard Virgo and Leo Patrol Fleets were arriving. Avongard coordinated with every ship, ensuring there were no collisions. Ships entered and exited the massive starbase, refueling and resupplying as needed.

“This is Admiral Tigris Block. Within the next few ours we are going to strike a fatal blow to this rebellion that has plagued the Republic for so long. None of you yet know where we are going. You won’t know until moments before we arrive. But, be warned, we are jumping into hostile territory. This is not a patrol or escort mission, captains. This is an assault. We need to keep our eyes open, and our fingers on the trigger. Now, a few Robotic craft will be joining us. Our friends have kindly asked to join in our attack, and have been gratefully accepted. Treat them like your brother. For they may die alongside us. Be vigilant. Tigris out.”

More ships jumped in as the attack fleet continued to grow.

In a flash of light and radiation, RSV Bellrophon arrives over Eurydice, with Admiral Horatio Tindouf in command. Arrayed behind the Bellrophron are the Vindicative, Frobisher, and Effingham, all Hawkins-class heavy cruisers.

"Attention Terminus, this is RSV Bellrophon reporting in. We have arrived and are ready to join your battlegroup."

Admiral Tindouf leads the 1st Battle Division aboard the Bellrophron, which consists of the Vindicative, as well as light cruisers Dublin, Chester, and Dabur, supported by ten destroyers and twenty corvettes. Vice-Admiral Eric Cohen is charged with the second battle division, consisting of Frobisher and Effingham, as well as the Cressy-class cruisers Aboukir, Cressy, Bacchante, and Hogue. Eight destroyers are assigned to this division, as well as twenty-five corvettes.

Finally, the third battle division, commanded by Senior Captain Mako Asmara aboard the carrier Courageous, consists of (besides the carrier) RSV Coronel and Sri Lanka, along with five destroyers and ten corvettes.

The three battle division commanders, as well as the captains of the cruisers, are immediately called together aboard the Bellrophon for a meeting with Admiral Tindouf.

OCC: Will post on Geneva next...

After the Robotic ships arrived at Starbase Avongard, and they had time to assess the situation, every executive officer met in the large hall within the Terminus Command Dreadnought. Much to their surprise, Tigris Block led the meeting. The Robotic captains leading their fleets attended as well, being an integral part of the operation.

His voice was firm and strong, showing confidence in the plan and total trust in those who were to carry it out. “Thank you for gathering here, my comrades. Within the next two hours we will be swiftly countering the Royal Navy offensive that destroyed the quarantine fleet over Geneva. This attack must be equally as swift as there’s, and will require precision timing and execution. Now, I will give you as many details as I can concerning the operation, but to ensure the integrity of the operation, I cannot tell you where it is. We must catch them off guard.

“Now, the Robotic ships, under the command of Admiral Tindouf, Sub-Admiral Cohen, and High Captain Asmara will be at the center of the attack. There are ninety two ships in the Robotic Fleet. They will be attacking the target itself with the Terminus. All other ships are in a supporting or diversionary roll. Primus Battlecruisers are ordered to keep their distance and let their fighters do the work. Use your Neutron Cannons if you’re able, but we’re going to rely on the Vorchan Attack Cruisers to get the job done. Luckily for us, there isn’t a Nonspace Dampening Field around the target, so we can safely jump almost on top of our objective, should we need to.

“Now, the order of the attack. We are committing one hundred eighty five craft to this attack, and we’re going to overwhelm them and confuse them. Four battlegroups are to phase in a large distance from the target and approach, engaging any hostile craft they encounter. We hope to draw as many craft as we can from their defense around the target. Resistance should be light, for the most part, but concentrated around the target. Exactly forty-five seconds after the four battlegroups phase in, another four will phase in on the targets opposing side. They will follow the first waves pattern: approach and engage. Another forty-five seconds go by and the rest of the fleet will phase in, except for the Robotic craft and the Terminus. These ships will phase far away from the target and draw more craft away. This large of a fleet will convince them of the attacks validity, and they will most likely go after them hard. The Terminus and Robotic craft will wait another forty-five seconds, and then phase in at close range to the target, attacking the target itself and ignoring all other threats. Once the target is destroyed, ships will phase out as quickly as possible.

“Now, the first eight battlegroups to phase in are expected to take heavy fire and heavy casualties. I’d like to choose volunteers, rather than force this dangerous mission on them. Is anyone willing to be in the first wave?” Tigris looks eagerly at the large crowd. A few hands go up, and Tigris jots the names down on his pad. “All right. Any High Captains wish to join the second wave?” more hands go up. “Good. The rest will phase in one minute, thirty seconds after the first wave phases in. Now, I want you to memorize these numbers, and run drills with your battlegroup until the operation begins.

“First wave, zero seconds. Second wave, forty-five seconds. Third wave, ninety seconds. Fourth wave, one hundred thirty five seconds. This operation should take no longer than five minutes to complete when started. Any questions?” Tigris looked around, no hands went up. “Good. Drill those times in, check and recheck your systems. Make sure your jump drives are recharging so you aren’t stuck in hostile territory, and most of all, make sure the crew understands their roll. Delegate assignments to your lieutenants and have them follow up. We can’t afford to have any mistakes. We need to be a smooth working machine out there, understood.”

Silence. Tigris smiled. “Dismissed!”

With the conclusion of the briefing, the division commanders and cruiser captains board their respective auxilliaries and return to their ships. Crewmembers are busy preparing for battle aboard just about every cruiser, destroyer, and corvette.

Systems are checked and rechecked, and engineers weld applique armor to the sides of the relatively poorly-protected destroyers and corvettes. The battle plan as a whole is something of a departure from Robotic tactics, although the small size of Robotic warships and lack of a static fleet structure means that when fighting anything more powerful than the average pirate or commerce raider a commander usually engages in fast raids and harrassing actions, not stopping to face an inevitably larger and more powerful opposing force.

For this reason, it is considered vital that every step be taken to boost each ship's armor and shielding systems.

"All vessels, report your status."
"Vindicative is ready for action."
"Aboukir is ready for action."
"Courageous is ready for action."
"This is Admiral Tindouf to all hands, make sure you are familiar with exit procedures..."

The Admiral's joke solicits mild laughter from the Bellrophon's primarily organic crew, although the robotic engineers find it fairly amusing.

"All damage control parties are manned and equipped."
"Engineering compartments, report."
"Engineer Helsinki reporting; all engineering compartments are staffed and operational..."

The scene is similar throughout the Robotic expeditionary fleet. Helmsmen move their respective vessels into formation, each division arrayed around Horatio Tindouf and the Bellrophon. Recovery and hospital ships are positioned in the rear of the cloud of ships, not intended to join the battle but quite capable of defending themselves if attacked...or at least capable of surviving long enough to beat a hasty retreat, as hospital ships are, as a rule, equipped with no offensive systems.

Horatio Tindouf stands in the bridge-cockpit of the Bellrophon, the spindly chrome figure looking out into space and the Emperor's own force in front of him. Sub-Lieutenants and various other intermediary rates operate their respective tactical plots and communications equipment, lacking the benefit of a central computer like what freighters and other noncombat ships are equipped with. The fleet seems ready to go...

"Emperor Reyburn, this is Bellrophon. Our fleet reports approximately 85 percent readiness."
"Its always a pleasure to help an old ally," says Tindouf.

Tigris Block received the message from Tindouf. He smiled, and responded. “This is Admiral Tigris Block. Emperor Reyburn is… resting before the attack. But, on behalf of me, and the rest of Eurydice, I’d like to say thank you. These are troubled times for the Republic, and putting your lives on the line for our stability is something as noble as it is stupid.” He chuckled for a moment, eyes becoming solemn. “Although, I wouldn’t be surprised if we lost a few ships in this attack. We’re trying to send as much disinformation out as we can, telling them we’re attacking elsewhere, but still, it won’t be easy. Worst of all, this could just be the beginning. If what they say is true, and Admiral Ajax is indeed alive, he could spark a rebellion larger than we ever imagined. We’ve got to quell this thing now.”

He tapped a few buttons, contacted a few captains, and then reopened the channel with Tindouf. “As for our readiness, we’re about an hour from total readiness. A few of our older Primus Battlecruisers are experiencing difficulties with their phase drives. There’s still a lot of calibrating to be done on our weapons systems as well. Crews are being drilled on the operation, and I suggest your fleet does the same. We can’t afford any mistakes. Anyways, I’ve talked too much. Be ready, admiral. We strike in one hour.”

[ooc: just gonna wait for you to get back to me on the Geneva thing. No rush]

In the skies above Geneva, an undoubdedly welcome sight appears. Escorted by the Glasgow, the four freighters, loaded with food and medical supplies, enter into orbit over the planet. Taj Maputo reports, over the sub etha net, that the Peter Tosh is headed to pick up food and medical equipment and will be back in Geneva as soon as is possible.

"Attention Valiant, this RSV Glasgow. Are you capable of landing supplies anywhere?"

Eli Reba and Julian Stryyver prepare to travel to the Genevan surface aboard an auxilliary, their robotic nature protecting them from just about every known pathogen, as the Glasgow and the destroyers take up picket stations. If rebel fleets return, they are in no mood to be caught off-guard and destroyed like the previous quarantine fleet. In order to protect against such an eventuality, an even larger ship, the heavy freighter Jimmy Jazz, has been dispatched to Geneva. Not only is this vessel packed with supplies enough to sustain a large population for a very long time, but it is also equipped with expanded hospital bays. And furthermore, if attacked it will not be an easy target, formerly serving as one of the remarkably survivable (yet prohibitively expensive) spherical battleships.

Meanwhile, at Starbase Avongard, the Robotic squadron continues to prepare. The Courageous's deckhands and large compliment of engineers work to make sure that the approximately 120 Osprey carrier-based fighters and 58 Shark torpedo bombers are ready to launch as soon as the carrier enters the battle area. The other cruisers ready their own small compliments of Ospreys and Walrus crewed spotters.

"Without a doubt, admiral. We will do our best, I promise you that. Contact us when you are ready."

Horatio Tindouf walks over to oversee the tactical plot as the weapons crews check and report. The relatively small size of Robotic ships, even those classified as Battleships (probably light or scout cruisers to most countries) means that they are more maintainable than larger vessels and can therefore reach operational status very quickly.

Throughout Corsican space, ships moved about, some patrolling, some just passing through. The space over Corsica had become rather congested lately, with warships claiming most of the influx. The Civilian Starbase had also come under the control of the Royal Navy and its allies. What once was a staging point for freighters and transports now launched the weapons of rebellion. Without it, the Corsican Navy would have no base of operations. Turnus Starbase held vast importance. It was defended accordingly.

Ajax looked over the defenses around the starbase. Ships of all sizes patrolled in an endless web. Ajax’s beard had grown out since the Genevan attack, and his eyes sagged. He looked over the active map of Corsica with Cador, on his ship, the Turoth Quer. “Well, I think we have this place as well defended as we can.” Ajax said, looking satisfied.

“Yes,” Cador said. “But the Palanrus Starbase over Intari is hardly defended. What if they attack there?”

“They wouldn’t attack their own Starbase. Saving it is too important to them.”

“I say you move some of your defenses to Intari. We cannot afford any mistakes.”

“Say what you want, but I run this Navy. I know where they will attack. Corsica is it. Fortunately, the Imperial Guard has no stomach for battle. We’ll dispatch them with no problems.”

Cador smoldered. “Whatever you say, Admiral.”

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The ships phased, all at once. Hundreds of vessels ceased to exist, only to reappear in another place. In the minutes before the attack’s commencement, Tigris made last minute announcements to the fleet. “Now, we’ve double-checked the defenses around our target, which I can now tell you will be the Turnus Starbase, and it appears to be lighter than expected. The bulk of the Royal Navy has gone off into hiding. The Corsican Navy is the only thing defending Turnus. Now, don’t underestimate these ships, even if they are civilian built. The Ve’Iteri Dreadnoughts will tear your ship to pieces if you aren’t careful. We think Ajax is personally overseeing the defense of Turnus, if he is indeed alive.”

He paused, mulling over other things to say. “Make sure you fighters are jumping in wet. We can’t waste a second. It looks like they’ve anticipated this attack, but they’ve underestimated our commitment to it. Good luck men, and may Keer save you.”

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The first wave phased in a few hundred thousand kilometers from Corsica. First nothing registered on the Corsican ships’ sensors, then madness. Warning lights and proximity detectors blared as the web of protection undulated to strike out at their foe. About fifty vessels protected Turnus, and a small group, fifteen, broke off to attack the intruders.

The largest Imperial Guard Vessels, Primus Battlecruisers, hung back, hardly advancing at all as fighters swarmed around them, moving off behind the much nimbler capital ships, the Vorchan Attack Cruisers. The distinct purple hull of Imperial Guard vessels gleamed against the star that held Rigard Solar System together. The Corsican Navy ships, still far away, advanced faster, launching their own fighters.

Now aboard the Gavalen Star, Ajax watched with wide eyes. “This attack force isn’t large enough to be it,” He mumbled. Ajax tapped the communicator, calling all Corsican ships. “Expect an attack directly behind us. They’re trying to divide and conquer. Hold your positions until I give the order. We must keep our blanket secure.”

The fighters from either side met halfway in between the Primus Battlecruisers and Corsican defense force intercepting them. The Attack Cruisers continued on their way toward the enemy ships as they entered The Primus Battlecruiser’s Neutron Cannon range. The four Primus Battlecruisers fired a surprisingly accurate barrage at the Corsican defenders, striking six vessels and destroying two of them. They continued on, those with neutron cannons returning fire, with little success. One of the battlecruises was hit, shields absorbing the impact. The quick and nimble Imperial Vorchan Attack Cruisers, once bound in a tight formation, broke off in all directions as they neared the enemy. The Corsican defenders didn’t know who to engage, and they began to fire wildly at the fast approaching ships.

Ajax watched, shaking his head. “No no no! You must destroy the Battlecruisers first. They have the firepower. You cannot get the Vorchan’s when you’re pinned by the Primus Battlecruisers! Take them out!”

In one instant, the Vorchan’s twisted about and undulated before the Corsican defense force like a flock of small birds. The next, twenty eight ships of war ceased the acrobatics and moved as one, firing all weapons. The few Ve’iteri Dreadnoughts and Hades Destroyers in the fifteen ship force focused on the Primus Battlecruisers, firing barrage after barrage at the distanced ships, landing a few hits, and damaging one of the Battlecruiers. The smaller Dor’Lomaan Cruisers and Weidon Frigates engaged the Vorchan’s, but were outmatched in speed and firepower.

Suddenly, the next wave phased in on the opposite side. Ajax smiled, at least he anticipated something. He ordered another force, twenty ships strong, to engage the newly arrived attackers. The fight started in much the same way, with both sides eventually deadlocked and shooting it out. By the time the third diversionary wave appeared, the first wave had lost six Vorchan’s and had one badly damaged Primus, while they managed destroy most of the force that had met them. The second wave still grappled with the Corsican navy.

The third wave phased in, and Ajax’s jaw dropped. One hundred twenty eight vessels of war phased in a great distance from Corsica. More than double the force defending Turnus Starbase.

“I think you’ve severely underestimated their prowess, Ajax.” Cador, aboard his own vessels, chuckled in spite of himself. His voice sounded bold, yet lighthearted considering the situation. “The starbase is lost. We must leave here and regroup. There’s still a way to defeat Reyburn and the Republic.”

Ajax nodded. “Yes. Let us leave this place. I must live to fight another day.”

The Turoth Quer and Gavalen Star left Corsica to its fate. A fate that was sealed thirty seconds later.

The Robotic squadrons hyperspace in, staring down Ajax's retreating forces. Horatio Tindouf, aboard the Bellrophon, sticks to Tigris Block's battle order as best he can, but the departure of major enemy warships is a surprise, if a welcome one at that. Warships continue to charge up their primary ion cannons, however, and hold battle formation. Tindouf is afraid that Ajax's vanguard will appear in a more favorable position or try and attack them from behind, so a line of picket ships is quickly drawn around the battle divisions as the support vessels perform evasive manouvers, just in case, so they don't allow an enemy force to catch them stationary.

"Be wary of a trap...they might be trying to hyperspace in close to or behind us."
"Tunrus starbase has been left to its own devices, Horatio," says Senior Captain Asmara. "Should we capture or destroy it?"
"Attention Admiral Block, what are your plans concerning the starbase? The Courageous has already launched its fighters and bombers and we are awaiting your clearance to start the attack."

The second Robotic battle division begins to probe towards the starbase, well protected by picket ships. Admiral Cohen directs the division from his flagship, the Effingham. They maintain a well-spaced battle formation, with pickets dispersed throughout the formation. Boarding parties from the Hogue and Bacchante are readied for action as well, should they need to aid in capturing Tunrus.

The Bellrophon's tactical display takes a few moments before it is fully updated, and it shows an impressive sight. A combined force numbering over one hundred warships, a great many of these the Imperial Guard and their large, capable vessels, is not at all common in the eyes of a Robotic sailor. But as soon as Ajax's force phases away, destroyers and corvettes are dispatched to scout for them...

OCC: Eh...I seem to have accidentally deleted your telegram. Could you give me the gist of it again? Sorry.

The Valiant received the message, and their hearts were lifted. With most of the Republic now caught up in the escalating rebellion, Geneva’s plight seemed inconsequential. The fair pearl of Geneva orbited a star many light years from the home system. With war brewing back in Rigard (47 UM), little time could be spent on the farthest reaches of the Republic.

A sub lieutenant responded to the call, then forwarded it to Julia Archer, in the field with the Robotic doctors and Commander Shran. The lieutenant’s response: “Attention Robotic craft. You are cleared to land. All organics coming to the surface are cautioned to wear protective gear. Welcome to Geneva.”

Julia Archer listened in as they rode through the streets of the city, dodging the occasional vehicle or pile of rubble. A few people poked their heads out of windows, or stared from the street corner. But for the most part, the city was deserted. Commander Shran, driving the vehicle, leaned over to one of the doctors in the back seat. He shouted, the assault vehicle’s roar deafened those riding in it. “The city is so sparsely populated because most have left to fend for themselves. Also, those that have died were buried in mass graves outside of the city. Over two hundred thousand people are buried there. They decided it was best to bury them… to stave off an even greater pestilence. The power is out through most of the city. The hospital is running on an independent generator, as are a few other buildings. This place is hell, my friend.” He turned back, head bobbing as the car rode over rubble.

Julia Archer turned back. “I’ve received some good news from the Valiant. Your friends from the Glasgow have brought supplies for Geneva. They’re about to arrive. Also, our team’s managed to make a breakthrough. We’ll head back in a bit to see their progress.”

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Tigris Block, out in front of the group with his Terminus Command Dreadnought, responded quickly. “Destroy it! We must show them we mean business. The Imperial Guard will not stand for rebellion. The twenty ships surrounding it must be destroyed as well. If they surrender, take them into custody, but I want the Turnus gone. Ajax may have escaped his fate, but Corsica will not escape its fate.”

He opened fire on the ships around the starbase, receiving sporadic fire in return.

"Understood, Terminus. All divisions, execute your attack plans."

The Bellrophon and its division head towards Tunrus starbase, a few hundreds of thousands of kilometers behind Admiral Cohen's second division. Accompanied by squadrons of Osprey (http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/hw2/images/display.htm?homeworld212.jpg) fighters and Swordfish (http://well-of-souls.com/homeworld/hws/hw2/images/display.htm?AKHiigaran_Interceptor.JPG) torpedo bombers, the second division makes contact with the ships defending Tunrus base.

"Attention Tunrus starbase and guarding vessels, we request your unconditional surrender. All vessels that comply will be spared destruction and will have its crewmembers evacuated."
"Approximately 15 seconds until we are in primaries range."
"All batteries, designate your targets!"

The eight quadruple primary ion cannon turrets swivel and track, settling on the Corsican ships which rapidly grow in the batteries' sights. Torpedo tubes swing out and armorers already have a second volley in the lifts. Cohen's other cruisers also pick their targets and launch their own squadrons of Osprey fighters, along with Walrus manned observation platforms. The Courageous and its squadron hang back as a reserve, mostly because they lack the same kind of ship-to-ship firepower that the first and second divisions have.

As the Imperial and Robotic last wave closes to within primary armaments range, things must look very bad to those on the starbase.

Several of Cadour's ships phase away, while others elect to remain, and still others power down their weapons systems and drift towards the combined forces.

"All ships, open fire on designated vessels!"

Remaining Corsican ships are attacked with the full force of the combined fleet. Although they fight bravely, the twelve (give or take?) Corsican ships don't last long under the hail of torpedo and ion cannon fire from the Robotic ships, and the even more powerful weaponry carried by the Imperial cruisers.

A number of Robotic destroyers and corvettes take damage, and cruisers take hits, but it is nothing crippling. Before long, the defensive fleet is scattered. Screaming in from the Courageous, wings of Ospreys and Swordfishes attack starbase Tunrus. They are soon joined by the first and second Robotic divisions and the rest of the last wave, along with the earlier wave, and the starbase begins to take very heavy fire.

OCC: Sorry for the relatively low quality of that bit, Eastern Bloc. Just getting it out of the way for your return.

[ooc: vacation post. found a wireless connection next door to where i'm staying. jackpot! ignore low quality, i'm exhausted.]

The starbase slowly broke apart. Only small pieces at first, but as the fire intensified and the Turnus took more damage, larger sections burst into flame. The combined Imperial/Robotic fleet quickly cut down the ships that refused to lay down their arms. Admiral Tigris Block nodded in satisfaction, calling out to all allied vessels. “Stand down attack. The Turnus has been destroyed and all enemy vessels neutralized. Well done. All Battlegroup Commanders report casualties and ship losses to me within the hour. Prepare to head to the surface as soon as Corsican space is secured. I want around the clock patrols, in case they try and retake this world.”

Tigris Block closed the channel, opening another, accessing all Corsican broadcasts. Block’s face appeared on every TV, voice on every Radio. His face stared sternly, unamused and unwavering. “Attention Corsicans. I, Admiral Tigris Block of the Imperial Guard, declare this planet under our control. Your government no longer has any power, and your pitiful navy has been utterly destroyed. Do not attempt to resist, for you will only make matters worse. Until this rebellion reaches a conclusion, Corsica will remain under a state of marshal law. Imperial Legions will land within the hour, and they will enforce the laws strictly. No person is to be out of their home past 21:00, any group larger than five, gathering in a public area, will be asked to disperse. Failure to comply with these simple commands will result in immediate imprisonment, and eventual transfer for up to five years at a Resource Satellite. We do not wish to oppress you; we do not wish to take your freedom. We are protecting the Republic. Work with us and we may yet see this through.”

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Ajax’s ship phased back into existence over the Palanrus class starbase captured a few weeks prior. The Intaran State Navy rested lazily in the outer reaches of Intari, between the first moon and the planet itself. Cador stared harshly at Ajax, who averted his gaze as best he could. “Ajax, how were our forces defeated so easily?”

Ajax shrugged. “I… guess I underestimated their determination.” Intari slowly grew larger on the viewscreen as they talked.

“You should’ve known, Ajax. Reyburn may have fallend ill, but his influence is still felt.”

“It’s that damn son of Antonius Block… Tigris or whatever. His command ability is amazing for someone his age.”

“But you are the best. We cannot afford another mistake, Ajax. Remember, we can send you back to the Well just as easily as we pulled you from it.”

Ajax gulped. “I know.”

Cador smiled from behind his mask. “Good. Now, there’s something we need to discuss. I’ve been talking with the Corsican Navy Admiral, and he told me that there is a secret weapon under construction at the Conconi Shipyards.”

“What kind of weapon?” Ajax said, interested.

“Some kind of Battle Dreadnought three times the size of the terminus. Project Fulcrum it’s called.”

“So, what are we supposed to do?”

“We have operatives ready to seize the ship. You can use this weapon to defeat Reyburn and claim the throne.”

“Project Fulcrum… I see. When do we start?”

OCC: Ah, the plot thickens!

IC post coming soon.

SAR patrols are immediately dispatched from the Robotic squadrons to look for survivors amongst the wreckage of both the destroyed starbase and the destroyed Corsican ships. The Bellrophon is quick to advise all escape pods to activate their distress beacons immediately, and about three squadrons worth of Walrus manned auxiliaries are devoted to search and rescue along with a squadron of dedicated Porter shipboard tugs.

Destroyers and corvettes begin to form into picket squadrons and take up positions around Corsica, providing early warning should Ajax's forces launch another attack. The capital vessels also move out, in the absence of contrary orders from Admiral Block, in order to back up the early warning screen. Auxiliaries and squadrons of escorting fighters approach the surrendered Corsican navy ships, however few there are, and prepare to board and capture them. Auxiliaries loaded with marines from the Courageous quickly enter and secure the ships in question, accepting their crews' surrender and organizing the evacuation of Corsican personnel.

Meanwhile, over Geneva, the freighters begin to unload their cargoes under guard of the Glasgow and the destroyers. The freighters themselves are not shabbily protected, but lack much in the way of heavy armaments and are therefore reliant on speed and manouverability in the event of an attack.

As the freighters, lead by the Peter Tosh, unload, the Robotic warships take up quarantine duties. Stryyver prepares to go planetside while Reba takes command of the newly-designated Geneva squadron.

OCC: Hey Eastern Bloc. Just FYI, I'll be gone until next weekend starting tomorrow, so just a heads up about that.

I hope you still want to keep this going, because its been pretty good so far.

Ok, I'm back. Just a friendly bump.

After the fall of Corsica, many who were undecided in their stance on the conflict made their decision. Whereas before the Imperial Guard and Royal Navy were in a state of limbo, just two enemies doing battle, now there were two clear sides. The Imperial Guard was portrayed as a savior of the Republic, while the Royal Navy and Colonies seemed to be a cancer. With this swing in popularity, the rebellious factions ran more than ever. Admiral Ajax and his Royal Navy searched for an opportunity to destroy the Imperial Guard, while he made plans to seize the Fulcrum, his weapon to utterly destroy his enemies.

Tigris, and the few battlegroups that followed, searched for the Imperial Guard. The rest held positions over Corsica, Conconi, Geneva, and Eurydice. The Royal Navy could strike any of those areas, so they remained on their guard.

A young ensign approached the Admiral. “Sir. Emperor Reyburn’s condition has not improved. The doctors say he may not last much longer.”

Block nodded his head slowly. “I see. Thank you, ensign.” Emperor Reyburn’s condition was not known to most of the Republic. As far as they were concerned, things were as usual. If people knew of Reyburn’s problems, the Republic would fall further. Tigris Block, and the rest of the Terminus knew, and no one else.

“Another thing, Admiral,” The ensign said slowly. “Admiral Wayden Ultran wants to see you. He says he knows why Ajax has returned.”

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In his cell, Wayden Ultran waited. It took many hours for his message to reach Tigris Block, but it did. The young admiral, still bound and in his chair, looked up at the wayward Block. “I’m glad you came,” Wayden said.

“Yes. What do you want?”

“Cador the Death Knight came to me in my dreams.”

Tigris Block motioned to the guards. “We’re done here. Geltman Ultran has lost what remains of his sanity.”

As he moved to exit, Wayden shouted. “No! Wait! It’s true. He asked me about Project Fulcrum. I told him everything I knew. I had no choice. He’s working with Ajax to defeat you.”

Block stopped. “Is that why he returned? Cador revived him? That’s preposterous.”

“Is it so unbelievable? Ajax died on the Vengeance Redeemed forty years ago. Those who have seen Ajax say he hasn’t aged a day. Why?”

With a sigh, Tigris returned to Wayden. “So, you told Cador about Project Fulcrum? What is that exactly?”

“It’s a starships over five times the size of the Terminus. It’s been under construction, in secret, at the Conconi Shipyards for the last thirteen years. It’s nearly complete, and it can crush everything in its path. Cador took the information from me to speed up the Imperial Guard’s demise.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because, Ajax is doing this for the wrong reasons. I felt only cold hatred and evil from Cador. If Ajax is in league with one of the Sons of Uther, then he is no ally of mine. Perhaps Cador has caused this whole malcontentment between the colonies. But now we cannot stop what is happening. Cador has maddened Ajax, this I know. Cador has driven Ajax to try and destroy Eurydice. The Fulcrum will be used to destroy you and your world. I never wanted any of this to happen. My feelings are concerned only with Emperor Reyburn. I love Eurydice. You cannot let Ajax destroy it. He will do it if he must.”

“I understand. If what you say is true, then we haven’t much time. Perhaps I was wrong about you, Ultran. We will talk more, after this mess is cleaned up.”

Wayden Ultran nodded. Tigris Block hurried out of the room.

The Robotic squadron busies itself with minor repairs while waiting for the next combat assignment. While, very fortunately, no Robotic ships were lost in the Tunrus engagement, a number of escorts were heavily damaged. Light tugs and other maintainance light craft hover around those particular ships, replacing shot-off hull armor and re-soldering broken connections.

But if Admiral Tindouf knew what the squadron will soon be up against, its mood might not be as optimistic as it is. Odds are that some, perhaps very many, of the sailors in Tindouf's squadron will be dead or seriously injured. In fact, if, in the end, the Robotic ships will have to face the Fulcrum in battle, Tindouf would not likely waste any time in writing off the whole squadron and its support vessels. Tindouf doesn't know any of this, at least not yet, though...

OCC: Good to see you back. I will have a better post up soon.

The Orbital Assembly Facility, a five hundred kilometer long stretch of girders and framework for ship construction, rested over Conconi, the most powerful of the colony worlds. Of all the vessels used by the Republic, over eighty percent are built here. The OAF itself has bays and zones enough for the construction of one hundred twenty five ships at the same time. Conconi is the hub of all ship building within the Republic. The OAF is privately owned and operated by the Kastor family, the wealthiest in the entire Republic. With a business as large as the OAF, it was no wonder the construction of the Fulcrum passed by the Kastors with little notice.

A small fighter moved around the outer framework of the Orbital Arms Facility, tasked with keeping intruders out. The pilot, weary from a long day, slowed the fighter as he approached the largest of the OAF’s bays, where a ship of massive proportions was supposedly being built. The massive walls erected around the construction area kept everyone but the crews designated out. Even the guard craft were not allowed near the ship. Rupturing the silence, a proximity detector sounded in the small fighter.

A shuttle, a few hundred kilometers away, approached at slow speeds. The fighter pilot opened a channel, his voice sounding worn out. “Approaching shuttle, identify yourself.”

In a crackle, the shuttle responded. “This is the Alamander, bringing supplies for the ship in Bay One.”

The fighter pilot smiled. The Royal Navy has come to take their prized ship… now a new age will begin. He cleared his throat, removing all excitement from it. “ Acknowledged. Proceed with caution.”

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Captain Edgar sounded surprised. “Well, that was easy enough. I guess Wayden Ultran had taken care of everything after all. Seems all is in place. Now we just grab this supership and get the hell out of here.”

Ajax nodded. “Right.”

Edgar looked quizzically at the aged Admiral. “How did you find out about this anyways? It seemed to me that only Wayden knew what Project Fulcrum really was. Everyone knew the name… but only he knew the particulars.”

Ajax thought for a moment. “Project Fulcrum is an old operation that was thought up by myself and a few others. A ship of massive proportions that could secure the Republic easily. Once I heard the name Fulcrum mentioned, I knew Wayden had stumbled upon our old scheme.”

Edgar nodded. “It looks like were approaching the inner bay.”

“Stop here.” Ajax said. “We’ll suit up and infiltrate the Fulcrum using our spacesuits.“

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They moved toward a ship that dwarfed everything around it. A ship with six, slender points. It was an artistic masterpiece, and the ship looked intensely powerful too. A stark, cold gray. The Fulcrum got bigger and bigger and bigger the closer they approached. When the small team finally hit the hull of the ship and looked all around, they saw nothing but gray, all the way to the horizon.

Ajax grinned through his helmet, and Edgar nodded. “Quite the ship.”

“Yes.” Ajax looked around, then pointed. “It looks as though there’s a hatch over there. Lets move. Arm your weapons in case we meet resistance.”

On the bridge of the ship, the head engineer oversaw wiring and instillation of the ships weapons systems. All other systems had been completed, and with the completion of the weapons, the Fulcrum would be finished.

The engineer, a middle aged, portly man with short graying hair and a slight beard, looked around the brightly lit, massive bridge. Over a hundred technicians worked on the bridge simultaneously, completing the ships weapons. When done, the bridge would be filled with about fifty people. Thirteen years of my life devoted, and now its finally coming to fruition. I don’t believe it. Just a few more months and I’ll be off of this thing. Thank Keer.

Down on one of the lower sections, a red light flashed. A technician in the area noticed, and looked over the console. “Chief, this says the hulls been breached. Section A, Subsection One.”

“Do you think it’s malfunctioning?” the Chief responded.

“I don’t know. I can’t tell from here. The diagnostic program hasn’t been installed yet.”

The Chief nodded. “Send someone to check it out. I pray another goddamn piece of this ship isn’t broken.”

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Ajax, Edgar and his team moved slowly down the long, dimly lit corridors of the Fulcrum, weapons up and armed. “This ship is so huge… I have no clue where we are.” Edgar mumbled.

“We’ll stop and ask.” Ajax said flatly. He tapped something on the wall, and a computer monitor lit up. “Show me the quickest route to the bridge.”

The computer displayed a map.

“Good. Let’s go.”

[ooc: I’m gonna finish this up later. And I’ll get back to the Geneva thing sometime soon too.]

As the Royal Navy begins its hijacking of the Fulcrum, Lunkwill & Fook finalizes construction of its own large dreadnaught, the Magnificent. A full 2000 meters long, the Magnificent is, while the largest of the post-expulsion Robotic warships by a large margin, very much a budget ship, a pocket dreadnaught if you will, and therefore (should it come to blows) not at all likely to be able to stop the Fulcrum in any measure.

However, it carries more firepower than any other robotic ship (although it is much less heavily armored than the converted heavy freighters), and is slated to become Admiral Tindouf's new command.

Engineers scurry away as the vessel slides out of its berth in a fresh pale-blue livery. A pair of tugs move the dreadnaught at first, until it is clear of the scaffolding, and then release their powerful magnetic grippers. For the first time, its grand total of ten FM-1000 Magneto-Plasmadynamic drive units are fired in unison, accelerating the Magnificent and its test crew at a slow, steady rate away from the yard.

Odds are that it will end up in battle sooner than expected...

The Terminus and her supporting battlegroups (twenty five ships in all), phased into Conconi space with relative quickness. They hoped to beat the Royal Navy there, and secure whatever this Fulcrum was. Indus Reyburn still rested in bed, unaware of the goings on outside of his room. Tigris Block moved toward the shipyards, contacting the person in command of the OAF.

“This is Sylvia Kastor. What can I do for the Imperial Guard?”

Tigris sounded rushed. “You are constructing a ship. A large ship in one of your bays.”

“Yes. Bay One is housing such a ship. A large freighter craft, the report says.”

“That’s no freighter craft, Commander Kastor. The ship you’re building is for the Royal Navy. It’s a weapon they’ll use to take over Eurydice, and perhaps Conconi as well.”

“No…” Sylvia Kastor said breathlessly.

“Yes. I am afraid so.”

“Not that.” She responded. “Look at Bay One!”

Bursting through the protective walls of the construction yard moved the Fulcrum. The fighters and transports nearest scurried out of the way quickly. Tigris Block could only stare in amazement. What he saw made the Terminus look like a small, feeble frigate. The ship began to flee, headed for open space and a safe jump point. Tigris pursued, flanked by the battlegroups and a few Conconi Navy ships that were in the area.

Broadcasting on all frequencies, Ajax said, chuckling. “Your fight was a good one, Admiral Block. There is nothing, however, that you can do to stop me now. Emperor Reyburn, the Terminus, and even Eurydice will fall before my might.”

Admiral Block received a message from Sylvia Kastor. “According to the construction log, the ship isn’t finished. The weapons systems haven’t been installed. The ship may be big, but right now it has no teeth.”

Tigris nodded. “Thank you for the information, Commander. All ships, open fire!” The Fulcrum absorbed the fleets attack well, taking almost no surface damage.

“We will take your world, Tigris Block. Eurydice will be crushed along with your Imperial Guard.” In a bright flash, the ship vanished, laser fire from the battlegroups falling past and into nothingness.

Tigris Block slammed his fists into the chair. “I want to know how this could happen. How could a ship like this be constructed right in front of us? Commander Kastor has a lot of explaining to do. Contact our Robotic friends as well as all Imperial Guard vessels and posts. Tell them We’re going to High Alert. Prepare for immediate and intense enemy encounters. With the Fulcrum, the Royal Navy may just come out of hiding.”

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Far away, on the lonely world of Geneva, a group of men and women rode through the streets of an abandoned city, looking for a cure to an incurable disease. A man watched from afar, marking their progress. His cold eyes looked unmoved by their plight. His cold stare unmoved by the death and carnage he saw. For he caused this terrible disease. Why should he be moved by its terrible affects?

“Cador?” A voice called, distant and muffled.

The Death Knight came out of his trance, and looked up. “What is it?”

“How goes the plague on Geneva?”

“Its affects have worn off. Eurydice no longer cares about that planet. Ajax has managed to escalate the rebellion too soon. The plague could have distracted Reyburn and his rabble long enough for us to get a foothold in the Republic. Now Reyburn and Block have almost done away with this whole rebellion. If it weren’t for the Fulcrum, we’d be finished.

Nightmare nodded, red eyes behind a glistening helm. “Indeed. Ajax hasn’t done as well as we expected him to do.”

“He has botched every operation since his arrival. His use to us is quickly diminishing. If our involvement could be any more direct, I’d slit his throat myself.”

“If only we didn’t have to remain in the shadows.” Nightmare said in his gritty voice. “Maybe if we looked different, people would trust us and come to our side.”

Cador laughed. “Perhaps. The greatest fights are always the longest, and eventually, our fare Eurydians will make a mistake. We can wait for as long as it takes.”

Horatio Tindouf listens to the Imperial Guard's alert in disbelief. While, being a Robot, he has no doubts that the cooperative, or someone, could build such a gigantic warship, he can't imagine why. Of course, Robotic shipyards are famous for turning out their fair share of ridiculously large ships, mostly freighters and mobile dockyards.

"Are you sure it isn't some kind of freighter or something like that?" asks Admiral Tindouf. "The operating costs for a warship so big would be monstrous..."
"All ships, form into battle order! Prepare for enemy contact."
"All hands beat to quarters!"

The Bellrophon's crewmembers rush to their stations, donning escape gear in the process. Damage control teams gather up their gear as the engineering compartments bring the reactors on-line. Ion cannon turrets are manned and powered up, and the Robotic squadron enters battle formation, ready for action.

Calls also go out for reinforcements, and plenty of them. Aboard the Magnificent, the ship's acting captain and future first mate George Livingstone and its new compliment of 300 begin their mission as soon as a short run of checks and tests are performed. Joined by the monitors M15, Erebus, Glatton, and M22, along with the battleship Superb and a group of destroyers and corvettes, the Magnificent heads for rendezvous with a supply ship before heading off to Conconi.

The armored car had reached the outskirts of the Genevan city. Those aboard grew more tired with each passing moment. The daylight grew longer and dimmer. They passed by row after row of houses, all deserted. Everything living had left this place. Julia Archer leaned over to Commander Shran, telling him they needed to stop and rest. He nodded, but before he started slowing down, they noticed a man standing in the middle of the road. The group looked at each other strangely, and the car began to slow as they approached. The man stood firm as the car came to rest a few feet in front of him.

Commander Shran stepped out, waving. “Ho there.”

The man turned slowly to Shran. “Hile, Commander. What brings you to these parts?” His tongue sounded very strange, like no dialect Shran had ever heard.

“We are just moving about, trying to find a cure for the Quick.”

Julia nodded. “Yes. What are you doing out here, Geltman…”

“The name is Marten. Marten Broadcloak. It is a pleasure to meet you Julia.”

“Yes,” she said, then looked quizzically at Marten. “How do you know my name?”

The man smiled.

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“Has Asgard been brought online yet?”

“Avongard reports that Asgard as well as the HORDS system is fully operational. Nothing can get through to Eurydice.”

Tigris Block smiled. “Good then. I have a feeling Ajax is going to be a little foolhardy. He’s going to go straight for Eurydice. We’ll be ready. We’ll get him, Fulcrum or not.” He sighed, stroked his hair. “Ensign, take us to Eurydice. Tell all other ships to head there. When our Robotic friends arrive, have them coordinate with Avongard. Leave our escort battleships here to protect Conconi. Have them assist the Kastor Navy in any way possible. I haven’t slept in days… I’m going to rest. Don’t bother me unless something major happens.”

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Aboard the Fulcrum, Ajax, Edgar, and the skeleton crew trying to run the ship rendezvoused with the entire Royal Navy, recently arrived at Intari. There, final preparations for the assault on Eurydice took place.

“So, what’s the plan, Ajax?” Edgar asked.

He shrugged. “We simply destroy everything. We must leave nothing alive.”

“You can’t be serious? Our goal isn’t to annihilate Eurydice. We want Reyburn and the Imperial Guard. Eurydice itself has nothing to do with this.”

“Fool. Who do you think supplies the manpower and resources for the Imperial Guard? Who orders attacks on the colonies? Who stands by while their brothers are oppressed?”

“I don’t think damning three and a half billion people is right. We aren’t here to destroy Eurydice, plain and simple.”

Ajax shook his head, gritted his teeth. “All right. I understand. Reyburn is the target. We destroy the Terminus and Avongard, the rest will come easy.” Edgar nodded. “I want you, captain, to command the Gavalen Star and coordinate the Royal Navy’s attack. I’ll handle the Fulcrum. Understood?”

“But the Fulcrum is still weaponless.”

“We don’t need weapons. This ship will intimidate them into surrendering. I’ll make sure of that. Anything else?”

“No.”

“Good then. Lets go!”

Tindouf's battlegroup recieves Admiral Block's orders and forms up with the Imperial Guard vessels, still in battle order. A corvette is left to relay orders to the Magnificent and its force when it arrives via sub-etha signal. Its captain and crew unpack the sub-etha gear and soon have it bolted to the hull.

"All ships, report."

Indicator lights on the tactical display flash and turn color, and bridge crewmembers jot this and that down on notepads as Tindouf stands in front of the primary display.

"All vessels report that they have finished major repairs and are prepared for battle, sah."
"Quite good. Alright. Helm, designate a course for Eurydice, if you would."
"Aye, sah."
"All ships, prepare for FTL travel."
"Engage your FTL engines in five...four...three...two...one...now!"

The Robotic squadron, something that will hopefully soon represent only a transitional period in the Cooperative's warfleet, flashes out of real space, bound for Eurydice. Headed towards Conconi, the Magnificent and associated battlegroup are set to do all they can to aid Admiral Reyburn and the people of The Eastern Bloc overcome such difficult and uncertain times.

News that the Fulcrum is unarmed is quite welcome, as No. 8 Commando battalion has been embarked aboard the carrier Furious, accompanying the Magnificent, and could easily affect a boarding action...


Meanwhile, over Geneva, the Peter Tosh and Glasgow oversee the shipment of emergency aid planetside. Fortunately for them, no hostile ships have come since Ajax left, and if even a small force appeared the Glasgow and the two destroyers present would not be in a position to defend the planet.

On the ground, the doctors also look out of the armored car at the supposed Marten Broadcloak, whose nature is made all the more mysterious by the fact that he seems to know doctor Archer. "Do you need any help, sir?" asks Doctor Marley, hoping to get more information out of him.

Marten Broadcloak’s smile never left him as he spoke to the group. His eyes were dark pearls, his slick hair black as night. He wore a black Midgrace outfit, pretty formal attire for suburban Geneva. His speech differed greatly from what normal Eurydian sounded like. It sounded very archaic.

He addressed Dr. Marley with a slight nod. “Yes. You may help me. But in return I must help you.”

Julia took a step forward, eyes full of concern. “Are you sick, Geltman Broadcloak?”

“Nay. I am neither sick or injured. You cannot help me by curing me. You must help me in a different way.”

“How’s that?” Julia asked.

“By accomplishing a task for my master.”

“Who would that be?”

“Sir Uther, son of Keer.”

Julia took her step back. “You must be kidding.”

“I am not. I am not of this world or of any world you know of. I am of the Hellspire. This plague, the Quick as you call it, was brought here from the Hellspire by Uther’s lieutenants.”

“You mean…” Julia thought for a moment. “How does the legend go?”

Marten’s smile widened, but Commander Shran chirped in. “It is said that Uther’s sword broke, and from the pieces were his lieutenants born. Cador, Nightmare, and Meleagent.”

“Correct.” Marten said with a nod. He moved a bit closer, spread his arms wide. “All of this wickedness was caused by those three. The plague, the revolution, all of it.”

Shaking her head, Julia spoke. “You must be crazy to think we’d believe you.”

Commander Shran, in what seemed to be a daze, shook his head. “No. listen to what he has to say.”

“Thank you, Commander Shran. Cador’s goal is to capture or destroy Eurydice. Now, to do that without being destroyed by the other races of the universe or by Keer himself would be to do it under cover, using people as pawns. That is what They’re doing with Ajax. But you see, Uther does not approve of Cador’s methods. The Quick is far to noticeable. Keer will surely catch on sooner or later and do away with Cador and his brothers. Uther wants this problem on Geneva resolved.”

“But Uther is evil. Why would he want to save the people of Geneva?”

“Because Keer will notice. Do you not see it? If the plague is allowed to continue ravaging the Republic, Keer’s eye will fall on this place, and he will see the evil that tries to break through. We must stop the plague before that happens.”

“How do you propose we do that?” Julia asked.

“I am immune to the illness. Take me back to the hospital, extract my blood, and use it to create a cure.”

“Why should we believe you?” Asked Shran.

“Because,” Marten said simply, “without me, there will never be a cure.”

The Robotic doctors are quite puzzled, due partly by their lack of understanding when it comes to the religion and spiritualism at hand, and partly because they can't understand how Admiral Ajax's rebellion fits into a large and complex plot concocted by the very face of evil.

"Er, Doctor Archer, what exactly is going on?"
"Yes, what is this? If this man speaks the truth...why would we want to help this Uther fellow?"
"Aye, seems to me it would be more prudent to wait for that Keer he mentioned."
"Might as well take him in anyhow, though. Any lead there is, we can use it."

As the Peter Tosh and Glasgow guard the approaches to Geneva, even more Robotic freighters arrive with food and medical supplies, which are quickly brought planetside aboard a wide variety of lifts and shuttles. Before long, a rather large flotilla of torpedo boats, destroyers, and even a few gunboats are present to aid Stryyver's command and guard against any possible Corsican attempt against Geneva, as well as to enforce civil order planetside.

It was a strange sight, seeing so many ships over Eurydice. There were always the fair share of transports and freighters, but the clump of ships that could be seen from Avongard was a sight to behold. In the lead, of course, sat the Terminus. Behind her, roughly four hundred other ships. Primus Battlecruisers, Vorchan Attack Cruisers, and Septum Monitors making up the largest part. The Heimdall Orbital Reactionary Defense System, recently brought to life, watched keenly for any sign of hostile action. Avongard itself, bristling with gun ports, readied itself for the moment when the rebellion would come to its climax. There was no other option –Ajax had to attack Eurydice. His forces got nowhere with small attacks on outposts. He had to destroy the root of his troubles. The Imperial Guard would do everything in its power to stop him.

Tigris Block, weary from sleep and sipping a cup of imported coffee, contacted Horatio Tindouf. He tried to sound confident and in high spirits. “Greetings, old friend. I’m glad you could join us for the final showdown. Somehow, I knew it would come down to this. We’re ready though. It’s going to be tough, but I think we can take him. I was wondering, Admiral, if you would support the rear of our fleet? If any ships were to break through our main force, you would be our last line of defense. Asgard, our planetary defense shield, will keep the ships out, but we need someone to engage them before they do serious damage to surrounding stations. We have a Nonspace Dampening Field which will force Ajax to phase in a million kilometers from Eurydice, and in a certain area. The field prevents FTL travel through the affected area. We’ve concentrated our forces where Ajax will enter Eurydian space. Do you have any questions, Admiral? Also, I want to thank you for all you and your people have done for us. If it hadn’t been for you, we would be fighting a bitter civil war that could have stretched for years.”

"The Robotic fleet is at your service, Admiral. We are always glad to help out."
"All ships, move to station."

The squadron heads towards the prescribed position at the rear of the Imperial Guard warships, probably the best place for it given the relatively diminutive size of Robotic military vessels when compared to those of other navies. Destroyers take position around the larger monitors, cruisers, and the Bellrophon, and the squadron forms into a loose wall-shaped figure, with the support vessels and the carrier Courageous behind it. Squadrons of Osprey fighters and Swordfish torpedo-bombers empty out of the carrier and also join the formation.

Turret crews check their sights, testing rangefinders and automatic tracking systems on various ships in the combined battlegroup. Torpedos are loaded into the Bellrophon's primary tubes via lift from the magazines, and once armorers register a full compliment the ammunition lifts are secured. The situation is similar aboard the light cruisers, but the Bellrophron, with its twelve tubes, is by far the most heavily armed.

Electronic countermeasures antennae are extended, and decoys are prepared in their launchers. While of fairly little utility against direct-fire weaponry, ECM devices have proven quite effective against torpedo and missile attacks, as well as capable of disrupting enemy fighter operations...

As the Imperial Guard sat and waited, the Royal Navy and her allies finished preparations. The Intaran State Navy and elements of what remained of the Corsican Navy gathered together as the first wave against Eurydice. They knew full well that they would likely be slaughtered by the overwhelming power of the HORDS system and Avongard’s defenses, not to mention the large contingent of Imperial Guard forces, but to win freedom from Eurydice meant more to them than their lives. Over Intari as well, the Royal Navy’s Captain Edgar looked over final preparations for their incursion into Eurydian space, one that had to be planned carefully. The Royal Navy possessed ships stronger than that of both the Intaran and Imperial Guard.

Ajax rested calmly at the head of the Fulcrum. He knew his role in this attack. He knew it well.

The Intaran ships phased suddenly, reappearing where the NDF’s phase-crippling reach couldn’t be felt. One hundred and forty two vessels of war, armed to the teeth and prepared for combat. They phased in with their fighters launching, thousands of small Raider’s heading for Eurydice. The Imperial Guard vessels in turn launched fighters of their own. Stopping just out of range of the HORDS system, the Intaran fleet hung back, waiting to see how the Imperial Guard would react.

Tigris Block, no stranger to war, smiled broadly at his attackers. He may have been a man relatively small stature, but as an admiral he stood like a giant. He straightened his combat uniform, bridge personnel waiting for his order. “If they’re going to wait for us to make the first move, then by god lets give it to them. Ion cannons are accurate up to 100,000 kilometers. Our guns can be fired up to 300,000. Move in and give them a full barrage. Hold nothing back!”

The Imperial Guard fleet surged forward, letting loose a volley of laser fire that cut through the Intaran fleet. Aboard the lead Ve’Iteri cruiser, the Intaran admiral looked over the situation with grim eyes. “If that goddamn Ajax hadn’t made us the first wave, we’d be able to do something about their ships. Our weapons aren’t designed for long range, fleet-to-fleet combat. We have no choice but to move in, close as much distance between us as we can.”

A lieutenant, tall and firm, sharp eyed and witted, shook his head. “But it’s suicide! We cannot hope to even reach Eurydice if the HORDS system fires upon us.”

“We have no other choice. Move in and begin firing. We do this for the future of the Republic.”

Across the vast expanse of space, Tigris Block nodded slightly. Just as I expected. This man isn’t totally incompetent, but he underestimates the power of the Defense System. Brave souls, these Intaran’s. But they don’t have the power to defeat us. He motioned to lieutenant Cheevs. “As soon as they’re in range, have Avongard fire the HORDS system. Open a channel with the lead Intaran ship.

Admiral Jacobs responded with a curt reply. “What do you want?”

Admiral Block smiled. “You are outgunned, Admiral. Please, for the sake of the Republic, throw down your weapons and surrender. Don’t damn your brothers for Ajax.”

“Don’t speak of him like that! He‘s brought this rebellion to where it is. Without him it would have folded a long time ago!”

“And where is the rebellion, Jacobs? Being crushed at Eurydice’s doorstep because of Ajax’s foolhardy decisions. He’s using you, Admiral. He wants to see what we’re made of. You’re fodder!”

Cheevs chirped in. “Sir, they’re in range.”

“Give up, Jacobs.”

“Rot in the Hellspire, Tigris.”

Tigris block shook his head, and nodded to Cheevs. “I may see you there one day, my friend. But you’ll be there long before me…”

Five hundred beams of azure fire tore through space, striking the Intaran fleet and devastating it. Jacobs and his dreadnought broke in half, tore apart by a beam striking dead center. Dozens of other ships shared the same fate, either blown up completely or torn to ribbons. The rest of the fleet that survived the barrage backed off, nursing their wounds and preparing for Ajax and the Royal Navy to arrive.

Tindouf's squadron waits anxiously behind the more powerful Imperial Guard vessels that form admiral Block's battlegroup. The tactical plots aboard the cruisers' bridges and the smaller two-dimensional affairs on escort ships track the progress of the battle through both on-board sensors and data sharing equipment as all divisions prepare for battle. Squadrons of Osprey interceptors based off the Courageous array themselves in front of the carrier, supported by a number of countermeasures-equipped drones. Each Osprey is armed with four anti-ship torpedos, mounted on fuselage hardpoints, as well as four fighter-class ion cannons concentrated in a foreward-firing nose pack.

Somewhat similar to the ancient Yak-9, the Osprey can be described as a flying cannon. While very agile and well-armed, they aren't as resistant to damage as one would expect from a Robotic craft, but are nonetheless useful.

The capital ships' turreted ion cannons and torpedos are sighted and soon acquire locks, even if the Intaran fleet is still outside their effective range. However, by the looks of things Ajax doesn't stand much chance of breaking through the Imperial Guard. If Tigris Block needs the Robotic squadron, it will without a doubt be there for him, though, and a battalion of marines is still standing by to board the Fulcrum.

On the ride back to the hospital, Julia and Marten tried to describe old Eurydian myth as well as they could. Julia started.

“It’s said that millions of years ago a being –Keer—created the universe and all things in it. He is the father of our universe. Now, in addition to everything else, Keer created a son in his own image, with the same powers as himself. This being was Uther. As the story goes, Uther strayed from the path of light and became evil, leaving our universe and taking home in a far off corner of reality, the Hellspire. When you die and have acted poorly in your life, we believe you go to the Well of Turoth, to serve Uther as one of his twisted minions. Anyways, since Uther’s fall, he has been trying to wrest control of Keer’s throne from Keer’s grasp. The other children of Keer are his protectors. We protect his throne. All of us keep the universe safe.

Marten nodded. “A fine story, and much of it is true. In reality, Keer was one of the First Ones, a group of beings that are as old as time. They did not create the universe, but were the first sentient lifeforms within the universe. Uther was indeed Keer’s son, and all the rest is true. The Well of Turoth captures souls that haven’t been reincarnated –for you are reincarnated if you have lead a good life.

“There is, however, more to the story. Uther has many lieutenants, the foremost being Cador, Nightmare, and Meleagent. They do his bidding and have been attempting to seize Eurydice for a long, long time. They’ve worked up many schemes to try and destroy Eurydians. The latest is this plague, which they are using to distract your people from the real threat, Ajax.”

With a grim frown, Julia spoke up. “Yes. It sort of makes sense now. And you want to help us… why?”

“Because,” Marten said slowly, “Uther doesn’t wish to anger Keer. If he can usurp the master of the universe without him ever knowing, then that would be all the better. He can’t risk exposing himself in such a way as this. A plague draws the attention of all races, including Keer. We cannot let the master’s eyes fall on Geneva and Eurydice. He’ll see the cancer that is spreading.”

“So you want us to cure the disease so Keer won’t notice what you’re doing?”

“Yes.”

“So we’re kind of choosing a lesser of two evils… save millions or possibly doom the universe.”

“It’s your decision, doctor.”

They all sat silent, approaching the hospital.

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The Royal Navy phased in armed and firing. Their neutron cannons matched the power of the Imperial Guard, and the firefight that ensued rocked both Navies. The Royal Navy closed in, attacking hard against the Imperial Guard fleet. They moved in random, spread out and showing no discernable formation. While the Intaran’s had been tightly grouped, the Royal Navy position was loose and free. The HORDS system couldn’t get a lock.

“Damn it,” Tigris shouted, watching the battle unfold from his chair. He gritted his teeth as the Terminus shook slightly from laser fire. “Ajax knows our defenses well. In that formation the HORDS system isn’t as effective. Still…” He turned to Cheevs. “Tell Avongard to fire at will on the Royal Navy with the HORDS system. We may not hit much, but the laser fire will confuse and disorient them.”

Cheevs nodded, and the space around Eurydice came to life, azure beams traveling the vastness of space quickly and accurately. A few ships took damage, but the approaching vessels, headed by Captain Edgar, stood their ground, pummeling the older Imperial Guard vessels.

Royal Navy ships, new and advanced as they were, outmatched their brothers in almost every way. The Imperial Guard dished out plenty of damage themselves, but the Royal Navy took more than they gave. The battle raged on over Eurydice for a good ten minutes, when the final act began.

The Royal Navy pressed their attack, not wavering despite taking serious damage at the hands of the Imperial Guard and the HORDS system. The Imperial Guard itself had taken devastating blows, being crippled by the Royal Navy’s immense power. Lead by the Terminus, they held off the attackers with vigilance. Admiral Block’s ship was the main target of the Royal Navy. The ship avoided fire as best it could, but the battle took its toll.

The Fulcrum phased in, distorting sensor readings momentarily and causing the fighting to cease as all eyes watched the massive ship. It picked up speed, moving past the Royal Navy position. The Fulcrum moved surprisingly fast. The two sides resumed fighting, with laser fire being concentrated on the massive ship.

“My god,” said an astonished Tigris Block, “the size of that thing…”

Cheevs shouted from behind Tactical, “Sir. At the rate of speed and trajectory… I’d say Ajax isn’t interested in fighting us. He appears to be headed straight for Eurydice.”

The Terminus shook slightly, rocking Tigris back and forth as he thought. “You don’t think he’d do it?

“He just might, sir.”

Aboard the Gavalen Star, Captain Edgar watched the same behemoth headed straight for Eurydice. He called Ajax. “What the hell are you doing? This isn’t part of the plan. You’re supposed to divert their fire from us. Why have you broken from the formation?”

“There are things at work here that go beyond your fight with Reyburn. Great powers have already decided the fate of this battle. I must do this to complete what they have started.”

Edgar looked dumfounded. “What do you mean? Get back here and divert their fire!”

“No. I refuse to do that. Eurydice will fall before the might of Uther!”

The channel closed. Edgar motioned to the lieutenant next to him. “Open a channel with the Terminus. “Admiral Block. We have a problem on our hands.”

“So he is planning on crashing that thing into Eurydice.”

“Yes. Do you think Asgard can stop it?”

“I don’t know. We’re going to find out soon enough. Maybe we can do enough damage to it beforehand.”

“Right.” Edgar opened a channel with his fleet. “All ships, direct your fire to the Fulcrum, Ajax has betrayed us. We must save our home from destruction.”

The Imperial Guard and Royal Navy each turned and began firing on Ajax. The HORDS system had an easy time getting a lock the closer it came, pummeling the ship as best it could. The Fulcrum continued forward, unstoppable.

"Its headed straight for the planet, sah!"
"All vessels, open fire on the Fulcrum! Don't bother with the other Royal Navy ships, we must press every advantage we have!"
"Torpedoes away!"
"All turrets have designated the target!"

As the Fulcrum hurtles towards Eurydice, Horatio Tindouf's squadron swings into action. The Bellrophon throws everything it has at Ajax, and the torpedo magazines are soon emptied. The first torpedo volley is impeccably coordinated, with each cruiser and corvette emptying its tubes almost in unison, but as tactical plots show the flashing outline of the Fulcrum getting closer and closer to Eurydice, captains realize that there simply isn't enough time and that drastic measures must be taken.

The Robotic ships, fast and manouverable due to their small size coupled with overpowered thrusters, shoot around to get a clear field of fire on Ajax's engines. Ion cannons and torpedo volleys are targeted straight into the ship's thrusters as fighters and torpedo-bombers to their utmost to chip away at the Fulcrum's massive bulk.

It is, however, largely in vain. Finally, Tindouf decides to launch a boarding action.

"Attention Admiral Block, there is a battalion of marines embarked aboard the Courageous. If you think it would have any effect, they can board the Fulcrum from the carrier."
"Courageous coming up along our side, sah."
"Prepare to board the Fulcrum! All marines to the airlocks! Captain, I need you to get your ship up alongside the target and empty your marines into it. We will do everything we can to slow the target down for you."
"Aye, admiral sah! Helmsman, flank acceleration! All hands, prepare for boarding action! Marines to the airlocks! Prepare to secure all bulkheads, on indicator!"

The Courageous accelerates to match the Fulcrum's quick pace, and the helmsman nudges the carrier up alongside the massuve dreadnaught. As magnetic grippers are readied to fling out onto the heavily armored hide of Ajax's final command, marines gather at the airlocks. Dressed in power armor bearing regimental insignia and carrying a wide assortment of small arms and explosives, almost seven hundred prepare to flood into the target.

Under the torrent of fire, the Fulcrum edged closer to Eurydice. Thousands of lasers, missiles, and torpedoes threw themselves against the hardened armor of the ship. The Fulcrum moved, unwavered.

Block received the message from his ally, and nodded. “I don’t think we can do enough damage to it. Try to infiltrate the ship and seize Ajax. Stop the ship from reaching Eurydice’s surface.” He turned to Cheevs. “Have all ships ceasefire. Let the Robotic craft safely board the Fulcrum.”

Ajax and the few men trusted enough to carry out this mission, waited patiently for the ship to hit Asgard’s energy defense shield. The laser fire stopped, and the men began to check their consoles. One spoke up. “They’re preparing boarding parties, sir. Robotic craft are coming up alongside us.”

“Fools. They fail to understand. Let them come. What’s done is done. Take a few men and greet them. We only need to hold them off until we break through Asgard.”

The man nodded, leaving the bridge with three soldiers flanking him on either side. Ajax smiled. “Soon Eurydice’s gravity will pull this ship toward it, leaving nothing to stop me.”

Moments later, the Fulcrum hit Asgard’s shield, testing the defense shield’s limits. Green hues rippled through space as the shield absorbed the impact from the ship. The hull of the Fulcrum buckled under the force of the engines pressing against Asgard. The ship shook steadily. No one knew if, or for how long, the shield would hold.

"Understood, Admiral. Courageous, commence boarding action!"

The Courageous zooms up behind the Fulcrum, taking advantage of both its powerful set of reactors and the Fulcrum's temporary immobility. Grippers are shot out and the carrier pulls itself alongside the monstrous dreadnaught.

"Boarders away!"

At that instant, the first marines stream out of the airlock. A very heavily armed and armored company of sappers makes for the Fulcrum's airlock, equipped with more than enough sacks of explosives, Mills Bombs, Plasma Shotguns, and SMG-65s, and blasts through the outer airlock door with what most would deem more than the necessary amount of shaped charges. The sappers toss in their Mills Bombs and board.

Elsewhere, other companies of marines start to exploit every access panel and maintainance doorway in order to gain entry into the Fulcrum. Other sapper units with gigantic plasma cutters start burning through the ship's frighteningly thick hull armor, allowing for even larger quantities of explosives and heavy weaponry to be brought to bear on Ajax and his crew. With almost 90 sappers entering directly through the main airlock and a further 200 cutting and blasting their way inside, the company commanders cannot bring themselves to think that the crew of the Fulcrum is having an especially good time.

As the first few groups of marines begin to get into the Fulcrum, the rest, loaded aboard or towed behind Valetta shuttles, make for the ship's fighter bay.

The Fulcrum shuddered violently, in part because of Asgard’s attempt to keep it from Eurydice, and partly because the Robotic boarding party wreaked havoc on the ship. They boarded some distance from the bridge, so Ajax had a few minutes, should the intruders reach him. The ships lights and control panels flickered as energy surges coursed through the ship. Green ripples from Asgard moved through the ship, the shield weakening as the Fulcrum continued its charge.

Aboard Avongard, the Starbase tasked with running Asgard, people moved frantically. The Imperial Governor sat in his chair, watching the power levels for Asgard’s shield drop. Forty percent… thirty-eight percent. The bar slowly moved into the red. “Is their nothing we can do?” he mumbled. “Evacuate the cities,” He shouted, “plot where this thing’s going to hit and evacuate the surrounding area. We haven’t much time.”

Admiral Block, aboard the Terminus, had the same grim expression on his face. The shield began to fail, Asgard’s green ripples fading. After stopping the ship for a full five minutes, the Fulcrum pushed through.

We have two things left to save our world… the LANCe Cannon’s and our boarding party. He gritted his teeth, waiting to see what would happen.

The marines continue deeper into the ship, blasting their way through strongpoints of resistance. Before long, the first few marines see the bridge entrance.

"The bridge, lads! Bring up the cutters!"

As a pair of sappers burn through the bridge doors, several sections of marines prepare to charge in, and ready their Mills Bombs. Elsewhere, other marine units make for the engineering spaces with explosives, intent on blowing up the Fulcrum's engines. However, the sheer size of the ship coupled with its large crew compliment mean that getting anywhere requires no minor expenditure of time and effort.

While most of Ajax's crewmen are not heavily armed and the marines have little trouble overcoming them, pockets of Corsican naval infantrymen cause significant stoppages. The boarding party mangles the Fulcrum's corridors with grenades and shaped charges as they blow through into compartments and adjacent corridors, to bypass or surround points of resistance.