NationStates Jolt Archive

Halacus System.

It had been two hundred years since the Great War. Two hundred years of revival and torture for the Shivans of the Honour clan. Ever since their brothers had been consumed by a plague of machines, ever since the dark times. Fleeing from the green and once safe realm of subspace the Shivans had come to know only strife and hardship. Their world ship destroyed, their fleet gone and only a fraction of the former populous alive ever remained on their mind.

The Hive cluster long since consumed had perished; with its doom the Shivans lost the central chamber. Now each Shivan was individual, they had to work and think independently, while the young experienced a whole new way of life the old attempted to stick to tradition.

The Grand and Overt fleets had long since gone, the vast warships that once filled the sky now floated as debris far away. The War council long disbanded and the clans long since divided remained only a memory in the eyes of the old.

Valancia Nebula

(OOC: Don’t know how to make it look like Shivan speak so just think that when a Shivan talks its all in subspace waves.)

The small jagged point of a Melain fighter thrust past while the fleet continued to arrive in droves. Since the Great War no vessel was ever built above One Hundred and fifty meters, the loss of millions of Shivan souls was too much for the mind to handle, now the last of the Imperium was grasping at straws.

Fifteen Earth years ago a small fighter was scanning the outer reaches of Shivan patrolled space, at the edge of a long dissipated Nebula it found something. An ancient gate, long since abandoned and hidden. Now the scientists had finally found a way to activate it, they had dubbed the gate “Thirdspace.”

Research Ship Melamor

Fighters dodged past the two research ships as they sped away from the gate, while on board science officers were quickly readjusting power levels.

“We have a fluctuation in power grind fourteen, the generator will not compensate for the flux rate. Were going to lose it.”

Lamnos turned from his console, the neural interface worked but not well enough for his liking. “Have the computer route power from the secondary generator and compensate for the fluctuation, we will not fail in this.”

The gate, larger than the largest Shivan warship slowly came to life. Its black surface glowed as red tinges ran down its smooth body. Lighting activating over its hull showed ancient markings from a race long dead, the translation long forgotten and hidden in time.

Energy spikes slowly erupted from the prongs in the centre, blue beams sparking and igniting some of the stray gas from the nebula. In the centre a blue horizon could be seen forming. Growing in intensity it suddenly bust into life as the wormhole was opened.

As Lamnor turned, he viewed the spectacle of his people’s future with awe. Perhaps this would mean a brighter future, or even better, Vengeance? As he strode away his three limbs clanked along the metal floor. It was time to send the probe in.

Deep in a Hyperspace pocket, Shadow controlled space of Beta Dimension

The gate constructed millenia ago by the original Shadows was active as usual the grey energy portal, the same colour as had been ever since the Shadows had re-activated it. It meant no other dimensional gate was open... the original Shadows had found it and horded it in secret making contact with another dimensional race before contact was lost in the last Great war with the Forces of Light.

Huge vats sat in the huge series of Shadow research and production complexes, hidden from view and detection in it's hyperspace fold. Shadow vessels screamed around wheeling practicing the skills of combat for the next planned Great war, now the successors to the Original Shadows had returned. There were thousands of such ships most were only a few hundred years old, but some had been found from the time of the last great war. These were ancient ships, capable of bringing down almost any known ship measuring an impressive 5 kilometres across and they reaked of the Ancient Evil the title 'Shadows' represented.

A gigantic 'Death Cloud' Planetkiller had also been constructed in the intervening time, the Shadows had plans to build two more but had not yet got round to constructing such ships.

An additional ship had been added to the Shadows arsenal, a huge Battleship type. Some 20 kilometres from bow to stern it was impressive indeed. It was powered and held together by gravitonic energy created by it's new power source. Five organicly shielded and armoured balls held the five minds that controlled this creature... it was new and young but it had a lot of power. The Shadows calcuated it would take a small fleet to take down a single such ship, but production was currently complex and slow. The Shadows had planned to have 20 such ships before the Great War in the known universe was to start.

In the midst of it all... the hyperspace's portal colour changed unacknowledged by the Shadows... they were in for a most interesting suprise.

*Tagged*

OOC: Just cant let me be shivans by meself can ya? Tag.

Hean’krav Malvelin urkoth Heektah savoktar. Cravod mascral Menilb silach.
(We are the Shivans of the Honour clan. We open our arms to those of the unknown.)

Veliurt belaska grenhalc uktarlin. Gravabel Haktath melbar surk, velintra mustobl.
(We have journeyed through the gate of the ancients, we have come to seek those long lost to us.)

Proliancta Sebo Chanatin verlartel mobodel heee’cranel kethin subodel. Heb Tha.
(We Come unarmed, we come on behalf of our clan. We are here to talk. Greetings Unknown.)

The small ship, only forty meters in size sat in front of the shimmering portal as it awaited a response, aggressive or peaceful, the Clan diplomat was ready to die for this cause. Only be gaining allies could they have their vengeance. Only gaining friends will they ever rise in station to their former glory.

The message broke the rythem of the Shadow's preparations, hundreds of dark spidery like ships turned their black shimmering bows towards the now greeny blue portal horizon. Had anyone of the Beta dimension been watching they would have been shivering at the presence of so much overt evil in one place. The Shadows did not understand the language but they understood somebody was trying to make contact.

Whilst Shadow ciphers went to work on the language, it was decided by the Council of 7 in the Shadowlords absence that twenty middle-aged battlecrabs were to be sent through to find out and establish contact with this race. They were obviously advanced enough to either create or activate a dimension gate, thus the Shadows usual utter arrogance was for now perturbed by the mystery of the new race.

The twenty Battlecrabs opened their pores and out came forty 'Spitfire' Fighters, they would go into this armed and ready. Just in case. The small fleet began to move into the gate, it would take a matter of minutes to move into the other dimension but they would seen break the dimensional horizon.

On the other side of the portal the Shivan Fleet was waiting, weapons lowered and engines cut off they would not open fire. On board the flagship, the Merlinor Warlord and Clan leader Veralok was waiting on such an event. “They come through the portal, Let them see who their new found race is. Let them see us with nothing to hide.”

As the black ships sped through the event horizon the Shivan envoy was having difficulty dodging the passing ships. The small craft shaking as each vessel passed dodged with some ferocity as it attempted to remain intact. Finally the ships passed and all that they could do was wait, wait for war or peace. Only time would tell as the message was translated.

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OOC: Though young, the Brunnen G will fight the Shivans on principal alone

IC: The Stingers came through space; small insectoid craft, soaring through the skys of space; their missles readied and armed in the tail. They plunged, beautiful and poised, through atmospheres like they were water and landed on the planets surface.

Vast, detailed and awe-inspiring architecture rose from the desert, water flowing from fountains and waterfalls like drops of heaven. This was New Brunnis; the homeworld of the romantic Dreamers.

The Stingers landed, the Fighters exitted and headed for the Council Chambers; the ancestral fight song of the Brunnen G echoing about them as they bowed before their leader; the Prophet.

"Great Prophet...We come before you, to pledge undying loyalty to the cause."

"Bretherm, we have not known war since we lead Humanity to victory against the Insect Civilisation, but here, now, this galaxy is a vast new realm, where new enemies may lurk. We shall be ready."

"Fighters fight the fight, we pledge our arms to you."

The Shadow ships waiting in the lit gloom of the gate positioned in and around it at critically defensive points. Scanning pulses were speeding out from them as they studied this new race, they were beginning to understand this was a race worthy of their respect. Not up to Shadow tech, no but it showed much promise.

This went on for two hours til the Shadow Ciphers had finally cracked the language of this race. Then a rather flaky broadcast was sent out through the ships:

What do you want?

Thump....thump...thump...thump..........thump, thump thump thump, thump, thump, thump, thump......

Something stirred under the bed, trying to get away...

"No..............."

Trying to escape from the nightmare.....

"Oh god..........."

Trying to escape from the one thing he revered more than Indra Prime...

"Bosch......what is this...?"

...The Shivans.

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"I suggest you co-operate."

I couldn't see properly, my vision was warped, and full of red...

"Shivans!"

Hot needles poked into my brain, ripping out all my knowledge...

"I'm tired of you..."

Bosch was there, grinning...

"Liquidus Snake..."

And the Shivans were there too...

And now I'm running, without any weapon, through the corridors, those monstrosities behind me...firing Plasma at me...the genocidal freaks. And I hit a glass viewport, and watch as their monstrous ships eat through defenses, ships, people, aliens. I watch them decimate whole worlds, kill thousnads of innocents...

And then I realise something, as I feel my eyelids opening to the real world...

...They were back.

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"NO!!!"

Liquidus Snake shot out of bed, his eyes wide with worry, his heart thumping wildly. Wiping the sweat off his brow, Liquidus got out of bed, ran over to his closet, and dressed himself in a hurry.

After a few minutes, Liquidus sighed, and turned around...which was then he realised something.

"I can feel them...their presence...but they aren't talking...they're silent..."

Liquidus bit his lip. This was very bad. He hit the intercom next to him. A voice came through almost instantly.

"M'lord?"

"Contact Grand Admiral Slavik, tell him to put the Fleet on Mode Alpha."

There was a pause.

"Mode Alpha m'lord? We haven't been on that sinc-"

"Since the last Shivan Invasion I know."

"Then...why are you putting us Mode Alpha m'lord?"

"The same reason why I put it on the last time..."

There was an even longer pause. The voice that came back was shaken.

"Right m'lord..."

"And..."

"Err....yes m'lord?"

"Set up a Press Conferance, and once that's done, make sure my transport's ready. If the Shivan's are back, I need to be mediating this."

"Okay m'lord."

Liquidus shut off the intercom, and then bit his lip.

This was bad...

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An hour later, Liquidus was standing on a podium, overlooking hundreds of people from all over the Outer Heaven Media. He grunted into the microphone, and waited for everyone to look at him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have called this Press Conferance to inform you of something very grave..."

Everyone looked at him intently.

"As you may or may not know, half an hour ago, the Outer Heaven MK II Main Fleet was put on Mode Alpha, and now we have ships guarding every possible entrance to Outer Heaven MK II space. I am here, ladies and gentlemen, to tell you why. The Shivans...have returned to known space."

Everyone there stared in shock at Liquidus, some people had even fainted.

Liquidus gulped.

"We do not currently know, the size, or the intentions of whatever Shivan force has come to known space, but based on our first contact with this species, we have decided to be prepare for the worst. All Trade Lanes and Military Lanes have been shut down, and Battle Planets have began reposistioning themselves. However, until we know the intentions of the Shivans, and whether they'll attack, Outer Heaven MK II will be put on Mode Beta. Martial Forces will be deployed across every planet in Outer Heaven MK II, to protect and ensure the wellbeing of every Citizen of Outer Heaven MK II.

"Also, every combat capable Metal Gear, Soldier, and ship not involved with the Border wars, will also be deployed to protect our space. However, seeing as we are nearly at a stalemate in the Border Wars, nothing will be rediverted from the Border conflicts. My Secretary will keep you updated as we learn more about the Shivan's intent. I thank you for your time."

Liquidus briskly walked away from the podium as hundreds of questions were shouted at him. Walking through the back door, he walked down a long corridor, until he came to the door leading to the Landing Pad. Sighing, Liquidus went through the door.

This was not good.

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"M'lord, we're leaving subspace...now."

Liquidus' Private Transport shuddered slightly as it exited subspace, and into a flotilla of Star Destroyers, and Outer Heaven Super Destroyers. One ship however, stuck out, mainly because it was 40KM long, and had a large Rail Gun on the end.

"The GTVA Colossus...pilot, transmit the neccessary codes, and head for the Colossus, I want to be on that bridge ASAP." Liquidus ordered.

"Yes M'lord."

The pilot transmitted the clearance codes, and then Liquidus' Transport shuddered as it's engines powered up. Quickly gaining speed, the pilot manuevered the transport to fly toward one of the Colossus' docking ports...

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"Anton Slavik!"

Grand Admiral Anton Slavik turned to see Liquidus Snake standing on deck.

"My god Liquidus, I didn't expect you to be here!" He said in surprise.

They both walked toward each other, and did their special handshake. They then grinned, and took their seats.

"What's happening at the moment then?" Liquidus ask. Slavik shook his head.

"Nothing. We can't detect any Shivans for two Lightyears, and no Subspace portals have been opened here since the Lane closed down, save for your ship." He replied. Liquidus just nodded.

Something was wrong...

The Avatar inside the small ship, waiting upon communication. It had been some hours now with nothing, until finally the ships systems burst to life.

”What do you want?”

Opening a transmission by thought alone the Shivan envoy sat still, reciting his scripted response.

“We are a race bred for war and perfection. We desire revenge upon the young, we desire to rid the weak from our Galaxy. We have tired three times and succeeded to a point, we have made the weak strong though they are diminishing again, we cannot allow it. We are here in order to recruit, we are here for allies.”

There were a few minutes without an answer. Then came the signal.

We have considered this and you. We are prepared to help you. We can bring several thousand ships to this dimension in order to assist you in your goal. In return we demand several planets for ourselves and an to be determined later amount of slaves from our conquests. Then you shall have the co-operation of the Shadows.

The gate shimmered with the black vessels now moving around it screaming their screams of pain and suffering... there was true evil here now...

As the negotiations between the Shivans and the Shadows were underway, nobody saw a rather small, silvery, long spacecraft emerging from subspace near the Shivan flaghip. It's legs opened in the beatiful rhythm of high technology as it landed near the airlock of the bridge. The door opened and all the guards were too amazed to act when they saw a tall, green alien in a golden cape step in and walk right before the commanding officer: "Merlinor Warlord?", it asked. "...yes?", answered the shivan warily. "You're a worthless piece of crap, a total asshole.", said the weird alien. "I just thought you would like to know that before your pitiful life ends."

OOC: Oh god, someones been reading THGTTG.

OOC: Loool, good read that.

On a lonly world in a close off section of the universe, a powerful race stood on an invisable barrier. Creatures that looked like men through power of its raw essense at the barrier, to no avail. And so, with heavy hearts, they went back to the ruined planets.

On one world, a god sat, he watched as his children tried in vain to destroy the barrier made by his brothers. He sighed, he was forever gone, until one thing changed everything. A ship, to small for the barrier to detect, came through, exploring the uncharted space. From that point, the barrier faded, soon, it had a hole like non other. The Valheru sensed it, and they let out a sound of universal approvle. They mounted dragons, entered ships, and left the dead Galaxies behind.

The Valheru, once masters of the universe, where now just a shadow of there power. But they where still powerful, and their forces cut across galaxies like a knife through butter. Nalar watched from his prison, always growing stronger.

The Valheru continued unabated, they encouted a creature that had swallowed entire galaxies, and it took many lives to kill it. THey where diminished from such powerful being, and of the fifty trillion that had set out, only fiuve hundred thousand had surrvided. They came to a blue spiral galaxy, and made themselves a home. They found the local creatures and crushed their bodies, forming them to become the twisted searvents. That had been years ago, now they had picked up a disterbance, a Valheru riding a great black Dragon had been sent to investagate.

OOC Step carefully.

OOC: This is a call for anyone who wants to join the Destroyers. In no way can anyone on the side of “good” or can my enemies use this to know of my return. This is just a way of recruiting.

Council Chamber

“We must reform the Hive, it is the only way to gain more allies, we need to seek those out that are most like us. Those who can be corrupted.”

“No Veralok, the mind almost destroyed our race, we cannot reform.”

Spitting his distaste in a sharp screech Veralok slammed Malaciev to the floor. “We will have the mind reformed, though I understand your caution, which is why only you will rejoin the plane Malaciev, you will bring to us the young ones.”

“If it is the only way then I will do you bidding Veralok, but know this. The mind is dangerous, and I do not accept the reasonability for the outcome. I will bring the chaos children to us, but I still fear what I may become.”

“Have no fear Malaciev, we will accept you no matter the outcome.”

Central Plexus

The former centre of the Honour clans Worldship now evacuated and used for the elders. Hidden within its depths are the remains of Phalax, the device the Shivans use to unify their minds. By enhancing their telepathic abilities the Shivans reach of communication becomes almost boundless.

The Phalax now repaired awaited Malaciev, his march into the depths of the gravityless station was comfortable, more so than life on the rock they now called home. As he approached their station he became more and more concerned, the device was shut down for a reason. Reaching the chamber he entered.

“Chaaaaa” A self inhaled gasp, left Malaciev speechless, he was no longer in his body, no he was on a plane, an endless plane. Below him he could see dots some red some white, but it was the red he was interested in. “Children, come to us, come and meet the fathers of destruction. Come to the destroyers and be strong for eternity. Be with us or burn.” As Malaciev sent a location for them to attend at a certain time he was sure many would arrive. They would not be bale to resist the call. The call for terror.

Marcus de Drakan broke from his meditation and stood, looking out the window over the wastes of the Daemon World, Chronosia.
"The Destroyers....Great and Terrible" He cackled, drawing himself up, leaving the confines of his room; headed for the main landing pad.
"My Lord?"
"Ready my Ship, I have business"
"Aye Lord"

Marcus strode into the ship, sitting in his great throne of bone and basalt; glancing out the window as he slowly took to the stars.
"Set course for these locations. A great power rises; and I will see it...I will aid it. And the universe will burn..."

The ship tore from reality; ripping into the warp, before tearing out at the place he had been told to meet; and there, among the stars, and not knowing what was to come, Marcus waited....To see these godlike destroyers who had called him to this place.

The Valheru who scoured felt it, the pulse of darkness that was drawing more to it. He smiled, so they had found a race that did as they do. He left, his dragon navagating the rift to the Valheru base world. He told the warriors what he had seen. What was nessersary. As such, once more the Valhru armed for war. Their spears that allowed their power to be launched, their swords that funnled their rage, their sheilds and armour where doned. Soon the Dragon Host would be ready, but the scout had reported that in their long absence, the creatures had made steel ships. The Valheru nearly exploded with rage, there had only once been such an advancement, it had nearly destroyed the Valheru power in one galaxy, but they had not relented, and the entire galaxy now lay in ruins, but the cost had been to great, they would not surrvive such now, they needed a fleet of their own.

The Valheru Corrin'Drake moved through the small number of Eldar. These elves where the Valheru keepers of knowlage, used to preserve anything of intrest. He was looking for something Spasific, the designs for ships long gone. He took his time finding them, as they where at the bottom of the pile of records. He looked through them, Marveling at how advanced these creatures had been. He smiled, he knew what would be happening to the riderless dragons that had come with them, as well as all their searvents, besides the Eldar of corse.

The Valheru studied the blueprints, making sure they KNEW what the different parts where used for. More then two million slaves, and 126 Dragons where all standing inside different chalk symbold on the ground. None of the people would surrvive, nor did the Valheru feel anything for them. They needed a fleet, and the reasorses would take to long to gather otherwise, this would make it so much easier. The Valhru used their magic, twisting the forms of the creautres, changing their flesh to metal. The dragons became embedded tombs, the power that would allow the Dragon host to move through the rift. THe screams would shatter the minds of the bravest of people, but the Valheru ignored it with ruthless power. Corrin smiled, the fleet would soon be ready.

As per their agreement with the Shivans the Shadows began pouring through the portal. The Council of 7 had decided on an intial commitment of 1000 Battlecrabs and their fighter compliments, as well as a commitment of 150 Vampire Scout Crusiers. It was also decided by the Council of 7 that the new battleship type should be commited to the campaign as a series of extended field tests, it had been named the Fallen Angel class, after the human idea of what the Shadows were.

3000 Overlord Transports with 610,000 Dryal of varying types were alloted to the campaign. It was decided several modified asteroids would orbit the dimensional gate, using their Claw style Deathrays and Quantum cannons to defend the gate in case of emergency. These were set on an artificial orbit via an large artificial gravity generator.

The Shadows were preparing for war, they would wait til their full strength had arrived before they would strike with the Shivan and the allies they were bringing to this new Great War.

For now the Shadows would begin scouting the areas via hyperspace, they're ships would be in the blackness searching for targets and races to enslave/force to fight in the name of Chaos and it's evolutionary principles.

The Shadows had now come to this dimension to enslave and destroy, the Shivans did not know what they had unleashed, but they would in the course of the Great War realise what the Shadows represented.

" ..."

Liquidus stood up and ran over to the Helmsman's console. Moving the Helsman aside, his fingers danced over the console, until the ship began to vibrate. Anton Slavik got up.

"Liquidus, what are you doing?" he asked, walking over the Liquidus.

Liquidus looked up at him, his eyes slightly wide.

"The Shivans, are calling to me, to others, to help them...and I don't know why, but I want to go..."

Anton bit his lip.

"Liquidus..."

"But to be sure, I slaved all our ships in this sector to the Colossus, they'll follo-"

"WHAT!?! Liquidus, this could be a trap! They could be...sending us to a phony meeting while they sneak in undetected! Do you have any idea that this is a chunk of the Royal Fleet!?! The Colossus handled the Lucifer during t-"

"I know, I know, but we don't know how powerful they are...and I think they're sincere...anyway, I'm in command, and I say, that we, are, going!"

Liquidus hit the flashing red button on the console. Anton sighed.

"Fine..."

Anton sat down, and Liquidus took his seat on the Bridge. The Helmsman retook the console.

"Subspace Portal will be open in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."

Space shimmered slightly, before a white hole appeared. It shrunk in, collapsed on itself, and then, it exploded outward into a blue, shmmering, Subspace Portal.

Anton looked at Liquidus.

"I pray you know what you're doing."

Liquidus looked at Anton.

"As do I..."

They were then pulled back as the Colossus, 24 Outer Heaven ISD's and 25 Outer Heaven Super Destroyers were sucked into the Portal, toward an unknown destination, with an unknown amount of ships, and with every life on those ships bearing weight on Liquidus' shoulders.

I hope I'm right about this...

Vclain System


Isolated, dead, a system desolate of any sentient life. It seemed fitting for the calling place.

As ships arrived in system each from other races the Shivans waited cloaked and hidden.

It appears, that they are coming, indeed they should all be here soon enough. More will come as the war rages we can be sure of that. Not as chaos, no the opportunists will jump on board that can be assured. But we must see to those that can be swayed, those who we know.

Clan Representative Velpare was inside his ship when the constant shriek of beeping erupted. “Shall we decloak now and allow them to know of our presence?”

“It is best that we do not Velpare wait an hour let them think about the future, we will meet them in time.”

Slowly time passed, and the hour was upon them. The Shivan craft slowly accelerated and made its way towards the centre of the two fleets. One from a nation known as Outer Heaven, these people had experienced the Shivans before as well as the Children of true Chaos Chronosia. The sleek craft decloaked under their noses, no larger than One hundred meters its sleek red and black body boasted its arrival.


Velpare wisely decided it was time opening a channel to the humans he talked.
“Velcaktil Veaith alsactar Hegarbal Urgoan, Veralo Sitool. Yavoon Belal Kena Horvowal.”
(“You are here to answer the call, and answer it you will. Send one delegate each, we will talk upon our vessel.”)

"I'll go." Liquidus said, standing up.

"No you y will not!"

Anton Slavik grabbed Liquidus' arm, and yanked him back down into his seat. Liquidus sighed.

"I could have you killed for that..."

Anton grunted.

"Let me go."

"You!?! What do you know ab-"

"What do you know about negotiating with Shivans? Sure, you've been aboard the Lucifer, that's it. Liquidus, if this all goes to the hounds, we need you leading the fleet. YOU," Anton poked Liquidus, "Know more than anyone how to vape their arses."

Liquidus sighed.

"Fine, but take two Royal Guards with you."

Anton nodded, and patted Liquidus on the shoulder.

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A small shuttle launched from the Colossus. It's Quanlatianium shining, the Transport turned to face the SHivan ship, and proceeded dtoward it...

The Emperor rose from his seat; moving to the personal hanger bay below.

"My Lord, all is ready; your shuttle awaits."

"Excellent; send word to the Primarchs; tell them to keep all legions on high alert. Should these...negotiations go wrong, I want us ready and prepared. We are beings of Chaos; but an ordered strategy is always the best" A wry chuckle left his throat.

"Aye Lord. Tell me, what do these beings want?"

"We shall see, shall we not?"

"Indeed...."

The Emperor strode forth to his personal shuttle and sat; poised, thinking as the rumble of engines seemed to drown out even his thoughts; as they sped towards the Shivan ship; not knowing what lay ahead; and yet eager for the knowledge that the uncertain future could bring.

The two shuttles hurtled down towards the Shivan ship, moving at speed they moved towards the docking ports. Each port ready to receive the two shuttles were open and the small point defence weapons along the hull had been long inactive. As the two craft touched the ship it juttered slightly as the air pressurised between the two compartments.

The docking hatches opening at the same time for each delegation revealed an open chamber, not large just enough for ten people. The floor was covered in some form of sticky substance secreted by the ship. While Gravity was not operational.

On the roof a metal railing would guide the ambassadors to the centre of the room where two chairs waited for them. As they moved along in suspension they two bipeds would realise that the walls were beating with life. Just as the two neared the chairs a door opened at the end of the chamber as Velpare entered.

*Tag* Return of Shivans noted.

#TAG# Prepare for another defeat.

((This is not the fleet of Azaha, I am simply playing a mercenary group for this RP))

In the void of an unknown system, a fleet (http://www.scifi-artpage.com/tyros%20fleet%20allience.jpg) of odd looking ships slowly skim through the tranqiull abyss of space. The fleet consists of two very large 900m long warships.. well, if you could tell how long they were, being as how thier shape isnt really semitrical. Surrounding the two larger ships are numerous smaller frigates, about 30 of them, each measuring 200-300m in length. There is one odd feature, if you dont count thier almost random shapes, is that no two ships look exactly alike.

On the side of one of the two larger ship, there is an unknown language sprawled across the hull, if translated correctly, it would say Decimator. Inside the bridge of the ship, there was not much activity, though the beings inside scurrying about were interesting. They looked insectoid, they stood on two feet and had four arms. Even though they looked buggy that had a muscular build, thier exo skeletons bulky and beefy. They had multi facited eyes, much like a common house fly would have, and thier antennas more like long curving horns then precieved.

The bridge use quiet, two insectoids worked on the helm, thier combined 8 arms working over many bazzar controls and buttons. A few other insectoids worked at various other stations, some working, others just lounging around. In the center of the bridge 'sat'(because he was half kneeling and half sitting) a particulary large insectoid, whos fierce eyes surveyed the bridge. Suddenly, it fell unconcious.

What seemed to be the tactical officer noticed this and jumped up, running to the other's aid. It chirped and squeeled, and would have been translated into, "Sir, are you alright? Wake up!". The captian remained unconcious, only twitching every now and then. The tactical officer grabbed the captain and shook him vigerously. "Awaken!"

Finally the captain woke up with a jolt, staring quickly around the bridge before finally uttering, "set a course for these coordinates... I beleive we might have work coming too us..." The captain rapped in some buttons on his chair's console and watched the two helmsmen go to work, scittering around thier consoles.

The whole fleet entered into hyperspace. Thier hulls and ships contorting and stretching out before finalyl speeding off at light speed into space.

Some time later the fleet came to a halt in a certain area of space. The captain on the Decimator peered outside the bridge window at the blackness.

"There is nothing here." one of the helmsmen chirped.

"Wait... I feel somthing is out there..."

The Valheru finished their fleet, the ships stood pround in front of them. The Dragon host smiled, they now had a fleet, a hundred and twnety-six ships hovered above the ground, copied from the designed exactly. The Number was funny, there where one hundred for the weaker Valheru, those born after the fall, numbering 500,000. There was also however one for each of the True Valheru, twenty six. THese would be crewed by the Eldar, and the other searvent races, as they where larger. The smallest ships where huge, needing crews of five thousand or more, and only with the servent race could the fleet be deployed. There where no fighters, Dragon riders would take this path. Valheru smiled, and moved the pitaful creatiures onto the massive space hulks. The Valheru showed them how to control the ship, sending the skills directly. THe Crew where in intense pain for half an hour, but the Valheru didn't care. They where nothing, made to searve, and searve they would. Soon the fleet was rising, and it entered the rift before leaving the Atmospheare.

Three Seconds later, the ships arrived in the Shivan Universe. The twenty six Valheru let loose a force of knowlage, giving all in they system their reaosn for being there. The Dragon host had once again arrived in the Milky way, they would not leave again.

And Nalar feasted. With the barriers down, he could once more feed of all suffering in the universe. He would not be released for billions of years, unless this war was sucsseful, the chaos that would ensure would release him, and Chaos would not again be stoped. THe Legion of Nalar had been released.

The two shuttles hurtled down towards the Shivan ship, moving at speed they moved towards the docking ports. Each port ready to receive the two shuttles were open and the small point defence weapons along the hull had been long inactive. As the two craft touched the ship it juttered slightly as the air pressurised between the two compartments.

The docking hatches opening at the same time for each delegation revealed an open chamber, not large just enough for ten people. The floor was covered in some form of sticky substance secreted by the ship. While Gravity was not operational.

On the roof a metal railing would guide the ambassadors to the centre of the room where two chairs waited for them. As they moved along in suspension they two bipeds would realise that the walls were beating with life. Just as the two neared the chairs a door opened at the end of the chamber as Velpare entered.

"Freeze!!!"

The two Royal Guards accompanying Slavik rolled out, and aimed at Velpare. Anton cursed.

"What on Earth are you doing!?!" He shouted, shaking one Guard.

"Sir, he's armed with a Plasma Cannon!" The Guard replied. Anton hot him over the head.

"You imbeciles! They're part of the Shivan! Haven't you read any case files? They all have one!"

The Guard cursed.

"Sorry sir."

They both stood up, and lowered their weapons. Anton bit his lip.

Definately not a good way to open up negotiations...

Anton bowed to the Velpare.

"I apologise for that. My guard's are very...protective of me. May I ask who you are?"

The Fates sat deep with T-Space. On its bridge an officer looked nervously at the displays. She reached over and thumbed the Comm button.

“Captain, I am picking up some strong dimensional disturbances. They are all originating from these coordinates.”

The captain looked at the display and frowned.

“That’s strange. According to our records, there is nobody inhabiting that system. Contact Command and relay all data. Then plot a course for the disturbances and keep with T Space.”

“Yes Sir.”

After a few minutes The Fates sped off toward the coordinates. The captain sat wondering what she was getting into.

Velcalva relath

A small robot entered from the shadows dominating the room. A small Avater merely for translating.

(“Lower your weapons”)

Halger hutalba uehjdn wojfmn oejtnv vurtad Louraq telpar salquel celtac huma, yurgin falrac al havac.

“You are here to discuss the formation of an alliance. We require the assistance of your fleet and forces.”

Humarde upoacal havacsa yalman yevanto urcha huldachlenla urbalcan hethalno ESUS.

“The alliance we fought long ago is dominating this Galaxy, you would be wise to join or fall to the ESUS.”

Huvanca Velastk

“It is your decision.”

Marcus chuckled.

"So, you wish to destroy the ESUS; and tell me, how would we benefit from aiding you? Do you expect us to sit and simply back you up, as power slips from the ESUS to you; replacing one dominance with another?"

He stepped forward.

"Give us insentive to help you; or there would truly be no reason, no valid reason; to aid you.."

An organic sensor far outside wiseone territory picks up the telepathic call and sends a report to the machine council...

We must send aid to our former allies, we must keep the ties between us strong.

A small shuttle pod launches into subspace from the main production dock and heads for the shivan ships.

The shuttle pod exits subspace near the shivan ship and send a signal letting the shivans know that we are comming.

The shuttle pod extends its docking legs and clamps onto the bays edges as it unloads the small robotic envoy. It makes its way down the familiar hallways towards the conference room.

As it sees the shivan envoy it projects in the shivan tounge: We once fought and died side by side, let us honor the old alliances and crush the ESUS as we once planned to do.

The Fates moved closer to the dimensional disturbances. Its long range sensors operating on a Dimensional level from within T-Space.

“Sir, there are multiple readings showing on Hyperspace, Subspace, and even a Dimensional Vortex of some sort. We are reading gravimetric presences of vessels of some sort both in Real Space and upon the other side of the rifts. I cannot get any clarification of numbers but there are a lot of contacts.”

“Hold here for a few minutes and relay your sensor logs back to Imperial Space. Be sure to use the Space Minus transmitter. We better take this step by step. Something seems fishy.”

“Yes Sir.”

After a few minutes The Fates began to move closer to the disturbances.

“Sir, it seems to be a rendezvous of some sort. I can detect ships of several different nations. We can distinguish only one nation, Chronosia. According to the Database, we met them about the time of the Sephrioth Exodus when he destroyed his sun after moving to the Titan System. They were observing Seph the same as us. We actually had an unofficial meeting aboard one of the Watchers.”

“What does the records say about them or their policies?”

“Nothing at all. It just mentions we had contact with them but doesn’t go into details.”

“Hmmm. Get us closer so we can figure out what is happening.”

“Yes sir.”

The Fates moved to the edge of the system, hiding within T-Space and observing everything it could…

Ooc: Oh fun. My first arch-rivals are back. We must have another war some time. Would be like old times. But now, I actually have the technology to defeat you dirty Shivan beesterds.

OOC:
How come no one ever disagrees when someone depicts the ESUS as an imperialist alliance? I could understand if it was true, but little could be farther from the truth: you'd think no one bothered to run their own inteligence agencies anymore. :p

OOC: Directed at Outer Heaven and Chron

The small robot avatar at the side of the room was now translating perfectly. “You will join us because it is your destiny. We will ride the wave of greatness, but at the peak you too will be there. Do you wish to be swept away as we crash over countless worlds, or will you ride with us and wash away the stench of weakness?”

Marcus smirked.

"Very well. We shall wash away impurity and weakness; we shall scourge the universe of foolishness and compromise."

He turned, glancing about him.

"We will join you; but we will follow no one; we shall work as one; united, not subservient"

“Sir, it appears some of the ships are docking with the strange vessel that seems to be waiting for them.”

“Do we have any idea who they are?”

“No, they are not listed within our catalog. Almost all the ships here are not in any of the catalogs we have access to.”

“Have the sensors came up with anything?”

“Passive scan only reveals the positions of the ships. If we go active they might be capable of detecting us. Should I go active?”

“No. we don’t know who is there and we don’t want to chance revealing ourselves.”

A com link beeped.

“Sir, the Ta’Nar representative wants to establish contact with you.”

Tell him to go ahead.

Within her mind Amanda felt the familiar tickling that meant she was in contact with another of her species. She felt the presence of Samuel, the head of the Ta’Nar research.

“Captain, I have important information to deliver. It seems there is telepathic activity within the unknown vessel. We have not encountered its flavor so we cannot tell who or what they are. I suggest extreme caution and keep your Mindshield active at all times. We will see if we can sneak a peek into one of their minds to get an idea what is down there.”

“Thank you Samuel. Keep up the good work and let me know as soon as you find out anything at all. Scan the other ships too. We don’t want to be blindsided.”

“I will do my best Amanda.”

The captain felt the connection break and she opened her eyes.

"Get me a ship-wide Comm Link right away."

“Yes sir.”

“This is your captain speaking. All Ta’Nar are to keep their Mindshields at full until further notice. We are running silent.”

The Valheru ships arrived, all of them alien no matter where you where from. The ships had a kind of deadly grace to them, sleek and beautiful with a large number of razor spikes and weapon tubes. The feel was death by beauty, something the race who had made these weapons had perfected over a time of twelve mellenia. Corrin could see every plan, noting where minds of the weak where. He was searching the unscoured dimension ((T-Space)) When he found something that felt nevrous, worried, yet not fearful of discovery. He smiled, a cold chilling that made the searvents scurry in fear. He made a mental map to the others, who smiled as well. In three seconds, the Valheru, ridging their great dragons, appered in T-Space, quite easily using the mind map of the People in to get inside. Smiling, they let out a warcry. The five hundred tousand Valheru moved on the Fates ship/s. Their blood was rushing, and death would eb wraugh on the enemy.

OOC Yes Balrogga, we CAN get into T-Space, these cretures are part of the universe, they can see ALL plains of existance. No "T-Space can't be infiltrated by anyone but me" Because even if it was sinthetic, the Valheru would be able to see it.

OOC: January.. 2005.. or April 2004.. hmmm

OOC Acutally, that is my Puppet, and if you knew what the Valheru really where, you would not question this. That puppet is a plot device, involved in all Shivan affairs, I created it for such. DO NOT tell me what the race I use are and are not capable of.

OOC: I'd still put money on Balrogga. Especially if he's got good defenses on his ships, like I do. He is positively devastating on the ground, or on a ship as the case may be.

Anyway, this has been another gratuitous tag, so that I don't forget about this thread while my government languishes in enslavement.

OOC:

I have no problem with others using T-Space if they can describe how they get there and how they can {detect, use, ect...} it. Please don't lump me with the other groups of players who do the "T-Space can't be infiltrated by anyone but me" because I don't play that way.

The thing I question is the possible ability of seeing everywhere. That seems a stretch to me.

The Fates is a single Exploration vessel, about 1000 meter in length with 20 fighters in it's launch bay. The stats are in my website if you need them. If you feel I am threatening enough to send 500,000 against me, then I am flattered.

Nobody has made contact with me so nobody knows if I am hostile or friendly but cautious. After your attack the side I would choose would be determined for me by you...

The message reached The Oort Station within moments, accompanied by the data stream of the sensor logs. The Communications Officer on duty looked at the clearance level and contacted his supervisor immediately.

“Sir, we just received a transmission from The Fates.”

“What does it say?”

“You better get up here.”

A few minutes later the Commander rushed into the communications center breathing heavily.

“What’s going on?”

“This just arrived via the Space Minus transmitter. It is the sensor logs from The Fates showing several dimensional fluctuations. They went to investigate and got close enough to pick up several different fleets on long range sensors. They sent their logs and went closer to get a better look.”

“The Emperor needs to know this. Send it to him immediately”

“Yes Sir”



Aboard The Serendipity three minutes later:


The elderly man set down the dusty tome he had been reading. It was one of his favorites brought from the Other Place when the Ta’Nar moved the Empire. He liked to refamiliarize himself with the knowledge contained within. It helped him retain the past and to keep his Arcane skills honed.

The ships AI informed him via his Neurolink of the approach of General Velapus. He accessed the AI’s sensors and watched the hurried pace of the officer. Something must be wrong because Velapus never acted with haste. He was always cool and calm. This was so out of character for him.

The Emperor accessed the door controls and opened it before the General could announce himself.

“Come in. From the look on your face we don’t have time for etiquette.”

“N-no Sir, this just arrived from The Fates. It seems there is a dimensional incursion of some sort occurring. They will need some sort of support.”

“By all means send it but I want to know what is going on before I send in any more ships. Perhaps it could be something to our advantage. We might be able to learn something from these unknown vessels. This might be a First Contact opportunity. Take actions but keep the support vessels out of range of their sensors. I want them close enough to lend aid as soon as it is needed.”

“Right away.”

The general turned and left the library as quickly as he arrived. Nhur-Galladu opened his book and started where he left off.


Gliese, a few minutes later, several ships pulled out of their berths and quickly uplifted.


OOC:

I am waiting to see if your actions from before stands as posted...

OOC Yes it does. You need to understand the Valheru, if they did not see potentiol in the Shivans to become tools, they would not help. They see all ships in the area as Shivans, they don't understand Alliences, they would mearly help the Shivans to further their own goals. The thing is the Shivans will be feeding Nalar his power with their war, so the Valheru help to increase the amout of power sent. They don't see someone who hides in a different dimension helpful to them, so they will attack.

IC The Valheru moved forward in a huge wave, their spear focus fireing shots of Valheru power. The weaker ones weapons would be fairly normal for the sheilds and hull to shrug off, but the twenty six birth Valheru where drawing a micro of power from every dimension, then focusing it as a major beam. This was powerful, to say the least, almost a anti ship cannon. The Dragons circaled, fireing more and more shots. Is was if five hundred thousand fighters where firing the lighter weapons and twenty six anti-ship cannons fireing at the same time. THe Barrage continued, with no show of faltering. If one of their dragons where killed, the rider would mearly get on another one. They fought as many, not as a group, but their numbers where huge.

OOC:

OK..., although I still feel your Omnipotence seems a bit god-like. I do feel wonderful at your determination of a single ship being as much a threat to warrant an attack of half a million ships (I think that is what you were describing, not individual soldiers surviving and traveling in space outside their ships. Your descriptions seem a bit vague about this.)

Since every bit of matter in existence is part of the Universe, can everyone draw upon the God-Like powers you seem to possess?

I think you threaten to unbalance this RP with your Valheru, but that is just my opinion. If that is the same opinion of other posters upon this Thread (US/IB, Chronosia, Outer Heaven, Azaha, Wiseone, ect,,,) then consider the posts concerning this as to never happening. Please let me know so I will not waste time posting.

Until then, I will respond to your first post and then your second so bear with me.



IC:

(Reply to first post)

Aboard The Fates, klaxons sounded.

“Captain, it appears a fleet of half a million ships appeared and then began Uplifting. It appears they are assuming attack formations.”

“Shit! Shields on Full! Establish a Space Minus Tap and alert Command of our situation.”

“Yes Sir.”

The officer worked the controls of the panel in front of her. Several readouts changed status.

“Space Minus Tap established. We have Full Power. Generators are also online at maximum output. I am Contacting Command and alerting them of out situation now.”

“Prepare to fire all torpedo tubes. It would be useless to launch the fighters against such a force. Set up the STE. I want one above the ship as soon as they begin their attack.”

“Command has been informed of the situation. They have sent support and it will arrive as soon as we need it.”

“Dammit, we need it now.”

Amanda studied the screen in front of her for a few moments. She concentrated and felt for Samuel’s mind. Finding it she initiated contact.

“Captain?”

“Yes Samuel, I want you to establish a link. If things go badly, at least the Ta’Nar can make it back home.”

“Yes my Captain.”

Amanda let out a sigh. She would be able to preserve the Ta’Nar but the norms around her would perish if this turned out wrong, and it did not look very positive at the moment.

“Captain, they are starting their approach. We are completely outnumbered.”

“That may be so but we will do our best to make their victory as painful as possible.”




(Reply to second post)


The multitude swarmed towards The Fates. The initial beams shot out and struck the Torq shields without effect. A bright light began to form above The Fates. The point of light quickly grew and became utterly black, absorbing even light within its gravitational grasp. Many of the beam weapons was bent and twisted by the gravitational effect so either they utterly missed or was devoured by the massive singularity. Missile weapons were completely ripped off course by the Schwarzschild effect only to disappear into the maw.

“Captain, it seems almost all the beam weapons are being affected by the singularity. Our Torq Shields are keeping us from being affected by the one that do hit. The little ones are miniscule in effect and one of our fighters could take them without shielding. The larger ones are the problem. They carry quite a punch. A couple have struck the ship almost overloading the shielding but since most of the shots are being warped away, the shields will hold for now.”

“They are almost overloading the shields? What are they?”

“Analysis of their signature indicates they are using dimensional weapons.”

“Initiate Dimensional Shields.”

“Yes Captain.”

The ships shields changed to a purple hue. The large beams that struck the new shielding were dissipated equally across all the dimensions, diminishing their power exponentially.

“Sir, the enemy is circling the vessel firing at the ship.

“Weapons, fire a full barrage of Grav Torps. I want them fired straight down and then to swing up behind the attackers. Set them at maximum yield. Gunners keep firing at them with everything we have. I want them to feel our sting. Try taking out their big guns first. Use the tractorbeams to toss fighters into the singularity. Use the flak guns to disrupt their fire and the lasers to aim at their big guns. Throw everything at them.”

The main batteries opened up and a barrage of lasers, flack weapons, and the beam cannons lanced out at the enemy. The tractorbeam controllers were snatching targets and trying to toss them into the black hole.

Eight torpedoes launched straight down and began to arc outwards each in their own direction. After achieving the correct distance, they began to turn upwards to get behind the enemy forces. After reaching their designated positions, additional singularities were generated and projected within the stream of speeding attackers.

Aboard The Fates, direct hits were rocking the ship as the large beams were getting through the spatial distortion caused by the singularity. The power of the beams was nearly overpowering the shields. If more than a couple hit without allowing the time to regenerate the drain upon the shields, there would be a major breach for everyone to deal with.


OOC:

I know I don’t stand a snowball’s chances in Hell but I will make sure that snowball is not alone before I loose my ship. I will try my best because it is all part of the game. Please don't confuse it with the "You can't hurt me" style many other people take with their forces. Now we will start counting casualities.

By the way, I have Dimensional Technology at Level 14.

Anton Slavik laughed.

"How the hell can we trust you? You are the Universe's most reknowned genodicalists! How can we be sure, that once you've done away with the ESUS, you won't stab us in the back?"

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"M'lord? We've picked up weapon fire."

Liquidus turned to the Tactical Officer, his eyes alert.

"Where?" He asked.

The Tactical Officer tapped a few keys on his console.

"Just outside the system, do you want me to set course M'lord?"

"Of course, and take all the fleet with us, save for an OHSD and an ISD, we want them to keep an eye on the Shivans."

The Tactical Officer nodded.

"Aye M'lord."

"And put us in Attack Mode"

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The Colossus and the Fleet's Engine's powered up. Quickly, the Fleet gathered speed, and soon, they were heading towards the source of the weapon fire at maximum speed...

OOC: Take it from here Balrogga.

TAG, there's no way I could ever miss this.

And in responce to Kanuckistan, it's because ESUS is so huge that it prevents fun roleplay because it effectively prevents war against 50-some FT nations, because you'd need to be either god-moddingly wankish or have a huge, unwieldly aliance of your own. Only members like ESUS.

OOC: Tsurani, Never-the-less, you should know that you cant just think up a race of "gods" or whatever and start using them. you have to RP a puppet like a new nation all the same.

Communications officer: Sir, we're picking up an odd subspace distortion, it seems oddly familiar.

Sisko: Hmm, interesting. I'll forward it to Admiral Piett.

------------Twenty minutes later-------------
The bridge of the Saving Grace
Com: Sir, SB2 has sent a message, it's about a subspace distortion.

Piett: Let me see, dear God! You people can't remember?!?! This was the same readings we got from the Shivans all those years ago. They've returned! Quickly, alert the President! Close the borders! Ready the Fleets! Contact the rest of the UFP! We have a war on our hands!

Wrong. This gate has nothing to do with subspace, there is no way to connect the current events with the Shivans, doing so would be a godmode. If you had read the thread you would then realise that I no longer use subspace technology as its so “easy” to detect. Anyway, your godmoding so don’t.

Taggage from a new and would-like-to-think-himself-powerful-but-he-knows-he's-not-very ESUS member.

OOC:

If VL wishes to continue this then I would like to let you know what you can detect from Real Space.

It is very unlikely I will be able to save the ship. I am prolonging it so I can get some decent RP out of the thing instead of saying "I attack you with 500 thousand fighters. OK, I'm dead".

I know I will not survive. I am putting up a fight and seeing how many I can send to hell before me to announce my impending arrivial.

The current battle is taking place within T-Space, or the 7th Dimension. The singularities are only manifesting within this dimensional space. You cannot see them from Real Space and they cannot harm any ships there. I determined a long time ago that I cannot attack across dimensional barriers. It's the tradeoff for me being able to cross them. Damage will not carry through either way.

If you have gravimetric sensors, you WILL detect the effects bleeding over into Realspace. There are 9 black holes and there WILL be intense gravimetric disturbances for anyone whose sensors scan for them.

If you have any other questions then just ask

OOC Hmm, perhapse I should Explain why they can see into all dimenstions. I am working on the fact that when the universe was first created, there HAD to be a time when all dimensions where one, even for a split second. THe First valheru where born then, at first they numbered hundreds of thousands, now they number twenty six. The Smaller ones couldn't SEE the ship, they where mearly draged into T-space when they followed the more powerful ones. So, yea.


IC Hundreds of Dragons fell, their screams could be heard, but more where always there. THe larger ones hid themselves behind the smaller units, coming out and fireing when they where ready then ducking back out. The smaller dragons where getting braver as well, they where flying towards the sheilds letting forth green flame. Hundreds where shot from the sky, but they where hungry for battle, the Valheru had not fought for years, a totaly unatural thing for them, they needed war.

OOC:

Sky? This is a space battle. I have to assume the sky comment was an accidental slip and I will ignore it for now.


IC:


“Captain, the singularities are working. Most of the light fire is being warped off course by the gravity. Several of the heavy beams are also being drawn offcourse. Their systems appear to be some sort of biological lifeform which prevents them from using advanced computations to correctly adjust their shots to account for the gravity dilation. So far we have distorted every major shot….”

The ship shutters and rocks as one of the heavy beams strike the shields, which dissipates most of the energy but enough filtered through. A panel blows out and two crewmen rush over to put out the fire. Amanda picked herself up off the floor.

“Well, it appears they are trying anyways. How many shots like that can we take?”

“In order to overload the shielding, three or more have to hit the same spot before the shields adapt and recharge. Their attacks seem to carry through the dimensional barriers. That is something we have thought not possible. I know we are researching them but…”

The ship shutters and several alerts pop up upon the holo screen showing fire and damage alarms. The AI automatically diverts the repairbots where they are needed. The alarms begin to clear as they have resources diverted to them, the flashing red flags turning a cautionary yellow.

“Dammit, that is another strike they scored. We cannot take much more of these.”

“The biologicals are avoiding the singularities. They seem to be using the smaller ones like they are shields and firing from behind them.”

“Well, move them to where the aliens are firing. Rotate the singularities around the ship. That will mess up their flight plans and maybe get a few more…”

The ship shook once again. Several more red flags appeared, although they didn’t turn yellow as fast as before. Repairbots were already busy from the previous strikes.

“Amanda, I have the Link established”

“Be prepared for a pullout at my notice. I want you to keep every Ta’Nar linked.”

“You can count on me.”

The ship shook as another barrage struck through the shielding.

“Captain, we are showing a powerloss in Engineering. The last shot must have damaged some of the power conduits. If we don’t get it fixed it could cascade like The Divination.”

“Dammit, get someone on it immediately.”

OOC: Timeline-wise, I'm advancing about 11 years ahead of where DLE is right now. Mainly, that's where it will be before this RP is even over.

IC:

"Shivans!" Orbez growled, her face twisting into a mask of hatred, taking on the most predatory aspects of her infection.

Enigma looked up and did a double-take. The normally beautiful and calm Orbez now looked like a ravenous monster, her eyes gleaming with an internal hatred and mouth nearly snarling as her fangs, a genetically dominant trait in Sarkarasetans that only those with the Sarkarasetan Vampiric Virus had an actuall use for, were bared. The way she moved, her normal military manner replaced with a grace and style reminiscent of a prowling cat, and the way she looked at a person gave even Enigma, being the android he is, a chill. Enigma was actually afraid she would attack him, despite the fact she never showed the normal predatory personality traits normal to those infected with the virus.

"Orbez, what are you talking about?" Enigma asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

The way she looked at him, her gaze focusing for a second as though she almost was ready to strike, unnerved him a bit. He was actually ready to run from her if she made a movement, despite the fact he knew he could easily overpower her in a fight, even with the strength enhancements her disease gave her. This was not a scenario anyone wanted to be in.

"Shivans! I feel the stench of their psionic call in my mind! I swear, if I ever get ahold of them..." Orbez began, her voice taking on an aspect of raving madness not natural to her.

"Orbez, calm yourself! Regain control! Hell, you're scaring me!" Enigma pronounced, unable to keep the fear from his voice.

Orbez stopped and made a visible effort to calm herself, her face and manner transforming back to normal over the course of a few minutes. Enigma, upon seeing this, put his hand on his chest. If he had a heart, it would be audibly beating right now from the stress it would have just endured. Any natural creature would have fled before this.

At that moment, a young officer rushed in the room, his face full of panic. He, being young and new to service in the palace, usually entered with respect and bowed his head to the Dictator. Today, his face easily revealing the emergency, he had forgotten himself, much to Enigma's relief. Enigma never did enjoy the way people would prostrate themselves before him.

"The vampires... They're going nuts! Snarling, looking around at people as though they're going to eat them... It's unlike anything we've seen. This matches nothing we have on record about them. This isn''t bloodlust, but something else," the young leutent announced.

"Yes, I know. Orbez just told me the reason. She nearly gave into it, but managed to fight it off before the transformation happened. Try to calm them, and don't be afraid to use blood. Oh, and prepare a message for the ESUS. Tell them the Shivans have returned. They'll understand," Enigma said.

"Yes, sir! Oh, I almost forgot. The science department announced that vampires can use magic in space without the messy end other people end up with. Something about the genetic change the virus causes makes them resistant to the effect," the leutent said.

"Good. After you calm the vampires, you're in charge of recruiting. I want a vampire mage on every ship. If they want to go into battle, then it's time to send them. In any case, the message to the ESUS is top priority. They must be prepared for what is going on," Enigma said.

The leutent nodded and ran out of the room, forgetting his usual bow. As soon as he was exitting the door he was already yelling orders at people present, already focusing on his assignment. Enigma smiled, seeing how well this one worked under pressure. He would go far indeed and may be the perfect candidate for a certain ship currently being constructed.

“Captain, they are trying to fix the engines but we have to shut down in order for them to have a chance.”

“Damn! We have to drop to Real Space to do that. Prepare to Emerge.”

“Yes Captain”

The Fates faded from T-Space and Emerged into Real Space at the edge of the system. As the ship left, the singularities collapsed, deprived of the power holding them open.

“Captain, we have successfully shifted to Real Space.”

“And the biologicals?”

“No sign of them yet. They are still in T-Space.”

“Good, perhaps we can have time to repair our engines. Get more people on it.”

“Um, Sir. There are ships headed our way from within the system. They appear to have their weapons armed and primed. They are advancing in formations.”

“Do we still have the Space Minus Tap?”

“Yes we do”

“Prepare to create another "magnet" if they start firing upon us. Get those engines working right away.”


OOC:

OK Outer Heaven, your turn now before VL spoils the fun.

OOC: Before someone says anything about that post...

Psionic messages tend to carry a signal of who sent them. In this case, the vampires in my nation would pick it up, get an idea, and cross-reference it with their knowledge of people and species. They don't realize they do this, as it takes less than a second. For some reason I won't explain yet, vampires in DLE naturally hate shivans with a passion that is equivolent to beyond genocidal.

Basically put, they know who you are, likely where you are, they hate you, the ESUS is being alerted, and likely DLE will dispatch a small military force to unleash propaganda, DLE style. To get an idea, go to the UN forum and type the words "Sarkarasetan word propaganda" into the search function there and check the results to see where I explain it at.

“Captain, they are trying to fix the engines but we have to shut down in order for them to have a chance.”

“Damn! We have to drop to Real Space to do that. Prepare to Emerge.”

“Yes Captain”

The Fates faded from T-Space and Emerged into Real Space at the edge of the system. As the ship left, the singularities collapsed, deprived of the power holding them open.

“Captain, we have successfully shifted to Real Space.”

“And the biologicals?”

“No sign of them yet. They are still in T-Space.”

“Good, perhaps we can have time to repair our engines. Get more people on it.”

“Um, Sir. There are ships headed our way from within the system. They appear to have their weapons armed and primed. They are advancing in formations.”

“Do we still have the Space Minus Tap?”

“Yes we do”

“Prepare to create another "magnet" if they start firing upon us. Get those engines working right away.”


OOC:

OK Outer Heaven, your turn now before VL spoils the fun.

OOC: I'll post later on, got school to prep for.

“Sir, the other ships are a little way off, we have time to launch the fighters. If they prove to be hostile, then they might be of some help.”

“Good suggestion. Order the fighters to launch. Ship status.”

“The shields are failing. We have taken several hits that would have destroyed us but the Dimensional Shields diverted enough energy away to allow the Torq Shields to protect the ship. We took four direct hits that caused a lot of damage. The crew is busy working upon the engines. We are very much dead in the water. Power keeps building within the engine. If they don’t fix it soon…”

“Keep the communications open in case they try to make contact. Relay all data feeds home via the Space Minus Transmitter. I want them to know what is happening.”

Minutes later the 20 Proteus Fighters cleared the launch bay. They formed a defensive line between the approaching craft and the wounded vessel.


OOC:

The Fates has suffered several hits which show clearly upon her hull. There is a slight debris field forming where the ship suffered the heaviest damage. Several repairbots can be seen flittering about making repairs.

One thing you do notice is the absence of a main engine. The Empire uses a propulsion system that is completely contained within the ship. The presence of an ion drive can be seen but it is evident it has not been recently used. It is for back up purposes as a secondary drive.

There is an immense energy reading from the ship but it is not from the weapons systems. The shields seem to be failing. It looks like it put up one hell of a fight.

OOC: Before someone says anything about that post...

Psionic messages tend to carry a signal of who sent them. In this case, the vampires in my nation would pick it up, get an idea, and cross-reference it with their knowledge of people and species. They don't realize they do this, as it takes less than a second. For some reason I won't explain yet, vampires in DLE naturally hate shivans with a passion that is equivolent to beyond genocidal.

Basically put, they know who you are, likely where you are, they hate you, the ESUS is being alerted, and likely DLE will dispatch a small military force to unleash propaganda, DLE style. To get an idea, go to the UN forum and type the words "Sarkarasetan word propaganda" into the search function there and check the results to see where I explain it at.

Okay, naturally I’m going to have a little problem with that. The Shivans for one never left existence, I have rp’d them being in your dimension all the time, funny that your vampires would act up just when you need to know my location. I am not willing to accept you knowing my location, just because you have vampires. I and most of my allies regard that as fantasy tech, and I have curbed VL’s God like tendencies. As far as I can estimate I am willing to let you know of the Shivans existence but you would have been aware of it for a lot longer, therefore your vampires would have been going nutts for the past two hundred years.

In conclusion, well I have made my points up the top there so no, I am not going to accept the all knowing tendencies of the Vampires.

A ship emerged from slipspace, seven kilometres long, three kilometres thick, and bristling with guns. One of the newest UA behemoths. It used the MP shields, altered Shivan subspace fields, in reality, and so was the best choice for this mission. Upon exiting hyperspace, all the fighters, corvettes and frigates emerged, and a message was sent.

"To our former Shivan enemies, we have learnt that you seek allies. We, the New, gloriues, Empire of Underwater Asylum wish to extend our wish to join you, in destroying the weak."

All ships had weapons powered down, along with shields. This was a display f trust, not a battle frmation. They were even lined up, rather than in their standard wedge formation. Another ship came through from slipspace, this one a destroyer, the Salarosa, a vessel type that had fought against the Shivan's in the destruction of the UA homeworld. It too, deployed it's fighters, and kept it's weapons and shields powered down.

Finally, the second destroyer arrived, the Midgard, a new vessel type, only 3 kilometres long, but packing a powerful punch. Again, it's shields and weapons were powered down.

'Our former government were fools, and we beseech you to forgive us fr our rash actions.'

“Sir, the other ships are a little way off, we have time to launch the fighters. If they prove to be hostile, then they might be of some help.”

“Good suggestion. Order the fighters to launch. Ship status.”

“The shields are failing. We have taken several hits that would have destroyed us but the Dimensional Shields diverted enough energy away to allow the Torq Shields to protect the ship. We took four direct hits that caused a lot of damage. The crew is busy working upon the engines. We are very much in the water. Power keeps building within the engine. If they don’t fix it soon…”

“Keep the communications open in case they try to make contact. Relay all data feeds home via the Space Minus Transmitter. I want them to know what is happening.”

Minutes later the 20 Proteus Fighters cleared the launch bay. They formed a defensive line between the approaching craft and the wounded vessel.


OOC:

The Fates has suffered several hits which show clearly upon her hull. There is a slight debris field forming where the ship suffered the heaviest damage. Several repairbots can be seen flittering about making repairs.

One thing you do notice is the absence of a main engine. The Empire uses a propulsion system that is completely contained within the ship. The presence of an ion drive can be seen but it is evident it has not been recently used. It is for back up purposes as a secondary drive.

There is an immense energy reading from the ship but it is not from the weapons systems. The shields seem to be failing. It looks like it put up one hell of a fight.

"M'lord, we have the ship on visual...but a defensive barrier of fighters is in front of it."

Liquidus grinned.

"Where are the other hostiles?" He asked. The Tactical Officer shook his head.

"Nowhere nearby, we're scanning in everyway possible, and no bogies are appearing."

Liquidus bit his lip.

"Slow us down a little, but not too much, I want you to go through that barrier if the fighters don't move...or respond to my 'message'." He ordered. The Tactical Officer rose an eyebrow.

"M'lord, which type of message?" He asked. Liquidus shook his head.

"Transport me to their command centre, can you locate it?" He asked. The Tactical Officer nodded.

"Aye M'lord."

"Then transport me."

The Tactical Officer's hands danced over his console, and then slid his finger across a bar appearing on the console. Liquidus stood up, and watched as a Subspace Portal opened in front of him. Straightening his uniform and armour, Liquidus stepped into the portal...

...And out onto the Balroggan ship's Bridge. The Portal closed behind him.

OOC: This isn't a God Mod. Seeing as your dimensional shields are down, we can successfully create a subspace link between your bridge and ours. However, Liquidus won't be able to return unless you can make a Subspace Portal to the GTVA Colossus. Your crew can respond in a hostile manner if you so wish, but Liquidus is wearing Quantanium armour, and is (not obvious to the eye) armed.

ooc: Question... Could I possibly join this RP?

Okay, naturally I’m going to have a little problem with that. The Shivans for one never left existence, I have rp’d them being in your dimension all the time, funny that your vampires would act up just when you need to know my location. I am not willing to accept you knowing my location, just because you have vampires. I and most of my allies regard that as fantasy tech, and I have curbed VL’s God like tendencies. As far as I can estimate I am willing to let you know of the Shivans existence but you would have been aware of it for a lot longer, therefore your vampires would have been going nutts for the past two hundred years.

OOC: Several points of imporance, some of which are well established in my history.

1) The vampires are a side-effect of rapid evolution and a side-effect it had on a virus common in DLE. People mutating cause the virus to mutate, etc. See the NSWiki entry on vampires for exactly what you're dealing with when it comes to the Sarkarasetan version. A bullet works as well on them as on anyone else.

2) The vampires did not exist 200 years ago. They're more recent than that. All knowledge they have about shivans comes from those they deal with in the ESUS, and I try not to deal with that often ICly due to how the vampires would react.

3) Without some sign of shivan existance, such as the rather massive psionic call you just put out, I would have no reason to know you still existed ICly.

4) You're sending out your location in the psionic message. The vampires of DLE (remember: not your normal fantasy vampires) are able to recieve the message, much like the mercenaries you have called to your side. Refusing to allow someone to know your location when they have people who can hear the call is godmodding, pure and simple.

5) I consider psionics of any sort to be fantasy tech, including your call out. In my case, you'll find that most of my references to it are mostly background. It's there, but I don't rely on it. For some reason, DLE spellcasters have a tendency to explode when they use spells in space.

In conclusion, well I have made my points up the top there so no, I am not going to accept the all knowing tendencies of the Vampires.

All knowing? All they have that no one else does is who is doing the calling, and that's simply because of how I deal with psionics.

Now, will I use the information to attack you? Can't. Time taken to travel there will be too long. Message relays are faster.

OOC: I'm not a Merc!

OOC:
Well, it apears that Balrogga's ship is going to have survivors getting away, so I don't see what the big deal is; we'll know soon enough anyway.

OOC: The big deal is I don't respond well to people who change the details of RP elements partway through the story.

Once again you are incorrect, The Psionic call was not directed to everyone, indeed you would have probably heard it, but still it would be impossible to locate the position inside an entire Galaxy, the call was directed towards certain individuals, which you were not a part of. The call was to selective people conveyed through my post. No details were sent towards you or anyone else, and eves dropping is impossible.

As the call was indeed selective how could you hear it? Unless you were directly in the path of the call. Who said Psionic calls had to ripple, now in my case its more of a stream line. If your vampires were not around at the start of the Shivans how could you compare to those Shivans we have presently. There are hundreds of nations who use psychics, where I only used one, I doubt you would be able to detect it amongst the Intergalactic back chatter.

As I said previously, I am willing to allow you to know of the Shivans return, however I am not willing to let you simply godmode your way into knowing of their location.

The mercenaries were requested to go to a trading station run by a human female, hardly Shivan? So that option is out for you.

Capture the female and use a mind probe on her. Problem solved.

DLE, don't try and force your interperation of psionic interactions upon IB. If he doesn't want to RP that way, you can't force him to do so. We'll learn of the Shivans' locations eventually anyway.

“Captain, the unknown vessels are approaching. The Proteus Fighters have established a defensive wall about 2 kilometers away.”

“It’s not much of a defense but better…”

“Captain, all our shields have completely failed. We have nothing left. The shutdown of the engines so they can repair the breach mush have caused the shield systems to fail. Right now we could be taken out by a meteorite if it hit in the right place.”

“Dammit! It couldn’t have picked a worse time to go out. Scan them and let me know what is happening.”

“Yes sir. Scans show several vessels approaching. They are scanning us at the moment too. Their offensive and defensive systems are fully active. They appear as if they mean business. I am getting an energy spike and a surge in dimensional energy within the subspace frequencies. We seem to be the target!”

Amanda sent a thought to Samuel.

“Samuel, get ready for a pull out at any moment.”

“Captain, there appears to be a Rift Event appearing upon the bridge to port”

Amanda looked over and saw the light coalesce into a portal. A man stepped out of the portal and it closed behind him. Several crewmen dove for cover and drew weapons to keep the intruder under cover.

“Stand down. If they wanted us destroyed, they could have done so already.”

Everyone stood looking at each other for a moment. The tension was thick enough to cut with a proverbial knife. The silence was broken by an alarm going off moments before another panel exploded. The crew quickly forgot about the intruder and rushed over to put out the flaming controls.

“Welcome to my Hell. Are you going to attack us like those others did?”

Amanda was pointing to a display showing the forces they left behind in T-Space.




OOC:


You are right.

I did say my shields were failing at least twice so it was nowhere near to being a Godmod.

Don’t even worry about it.

“It appears that we have a spy.” Velpare announced through his Avatar. “We do not take kindly to such things.”

“Kavout Hital!” The translation hidden from the guests could mean countless things. The allies, now dealing with the rogue ship, were obviously competent enough to insure that it was no longer a threat.

As the vessel shuddered and sundered, the lights in the meeting chamber dimmed as the craft began to cloak. “Running the specifications and unique way of monitoring situations the Shivans discovered the identity of the ship. An ESUS member, known to them as Balrogga, but not previously encountered first hand, there technology was new, but they would adapt as they had done many times before.

Storming from the meeting room Velpare rushed to monitor the situation. Detecting a small subspace flux, he realised something had jumped inside the Balroggan vessel, only one person had used such a technique before. The Biped known as Liqudis Snake. The situation had to be ascertained, his intentions were unknown. He could harm the Shivan situation, reveal their presence to the ESUS craft or even attempt to destroy him. This was intolerable, something had to be done.

Sending out a transmission he called to the other vessels. If anything were to go wrong, the Balroggan ship would be destroyed in a heartbeat.

As the many cloaked ships converged on the ESUS craft, the Shivans swelled in anticipation as first blood drew close.

The noise form meeting room was now becoming intolerable, his guests were demanding to know the situation, so Valpare though he would elaborate. Striding through the double doors he looked down upon the humans. “We have detected an ESUS craft currently spying on us. We have many vessels converging upon its position however we believe Liquidis Snake to be on the ESUS craft. We are currently unaware of his intentions, though we are running scenario probabilities.”

OOC: War starts the morrow regardless of the useless mercs!

OOC: This is a call for anyone who wants to join the Destroyers. In no way can anyone on the side of “good” or can my enemies use this to know of my return. This is just a way of recruiting.



I would just like to emphasise this OOC comment I made on my post. I have just realised how DemonLordEnigma is neglecting it, if necessary I will cut out the psychic part and send an encrypted communication instead, but since you are insisting on being able to find me I'm sure you would pick that up as well.

OOC: Before I state the following, I have posted a topic that would let the ESUS know about this. It turned out exactly as I planned before I even posted on here, and the results of which interpretation are used don't actually change it.

I am willing to continue this, but choosing not to allow someone to know your location when you sent out a psionic signal containing it just because it would disadvantage you is blatant godmodding, much more than my vampires recieving it could ever be. But, I have no evidence that is what is being attempted and will drop the issue for now. The following is more of an attempt of an explanation than an attempt at arguement. My lust for combat is better unleashed through the RP and not through a fruitless arguement at this point.

Once again you are incorrect, The Psionic call was not directed to everyone, indeed you would have probably heard it, but still it would be impossible to locate the position inside an entire Galaxy, the call was directed towards certain individuals, which you were not a part of. The call was to selective people conveyed through my post. No details were sent towards you or anyone else, and eves dropping is impossible.

1) You did not state exactly who the psionic call was directed to, and from the way you worded the post it could easily have been a galactic call to people of the disposition to support you. That allowed me to interpret that the vampires of DLE would be such a people, but to interpret them having a different reaction than normal due to their allies, experiences, and dislike for the creatures they came to know in the ESUS of the same type.

2) You stated you did give the details "a location for them to attend at a certain time." That led me to assume that anyone who was capable of recieving the signal would also recieve the message, since I was going under the interpretation that the only people recieving the signal would be those chosen and that the vampires were chosen.

3) Under the interpretation I was using and the information in your post, I naturally came to the conclusion the vampires would know exactly where you are. The information of who you are is supplied through experience with such beings and knowledge gained from the ESUS, combined with how I usually treat psionics. To help in this area, I'll be dropping how I treat psionics and going for a more general form.

As the call was indeed selective how could you hear it? Unless you were directly in the path of the call. Who said Psionic calls had to ripple, now in my case its more of a stream line. If your vampires were not around at the start of the Shivans how could you compare to those Shivans we have presently. There are hundreds of nations who use psychics, where I only used one, I doubt you would be able to detect it amongst the Intergalactic back chatter.

Okay, let me quote the part of my previous post:

2) The vampires did not exist 200 years ago. They're more recent than that. All knowledge they have about shivans comes from those they deal with in the ESUS, and I try not to deal with that often ICly due to how the vampires would react.

Keep in mind the ESUS does have shivans in it, and I would have had contact with them from time to time during ESUS meetings. As much as I don't want to ICly. That and listening to the tales of older members about Shivans would have been more than enough for a form of familiarity.

Now, as for the selectiveness: See #1 above.

As I said previously, I am willing to allow you to know of the Shivans return, however I am not willing to let you simply godmode your way into knowing of their location.

Going under the interpretation I was using, I wasn't godmodding. Just using the information being given to me.

The mercenaries were requested to go to a trading station run by a human female, hardly Shivan? So that option is out for you.

I wasn't going to go there anyway, nor use the location. Why? For all I know it's just a temporary gathering point and you've already left to the real staging point. It's what I would do. In any case, attacking you now would be a tactical blunder on my part. My military is not ready for a war quite yet ICly and attacking you would reveal that I know. Since I'm going under your interpretation, it doesn't matter.

I would just like to emphasise this OOC comment I made on my post. I have just realised how DemonLordEnigma is neglecting it, if necessary I will cut out the psychic part and send an encrypted communication instead, but since you are insisting on being able to find me I'm sure you would pick that up as well.

Actually, I wasn't neglecting it. You might want to TG me as to why.

OOC:

Note to IB

I am waiting for Outer Heavens to post before I act upon your actions from the previous post. However this turns out, thanks for the chance for some good posting.

EDIT: I have to work two shifts on Fridays. I'll check this Saturday morning after work. Please be patient.

TAG for later posting.

Valpare moved up and down the deck. The gate had been discovered, the ESUS knew of its location, it had to be moved immediately to a safer location. Who knew when a fleet would come charging in to save the Balroggan vessel. The gate is all that matters.

As the highest ranking Shivan present Valpare had the power to send it to safety, and that he would. Over the past weeks the shadows had been fixing Hyperspace engines onto the gate, so it could be removed to a safer, much more secretive location. There was no time to lose, it would have to begin now.

“Kelvor Telnian.” As the transmission circled throughout the system, the gate slowly powered up. Generating the necessary field it quickly slid into Hyperspace, the realm of the shadows. Now, the home of the Shivans.

Valpare moved from his room and slowly faced the delegates. He had gained the loyalty of Chronosia, now he needed the loyalty of Outer Heaven if the war was to be a success.
“Well Admiral, will you join our cause? Or will you watch as the ESUS strangles the Galaxy?”

Valpare moved up and down the deck. The gate had been discovered, the ESUS knew of its location, it had to be moved immediately to a safer location. Who knew when a fleet would come charging in to save the Balroggan vessel. The gate is all that matters.

As the highest ranking Shivan present Valpare had the power to send it to safety, and that he would. Over the past weeks the shadows had been fixing Hyperspace engines onto the gate, so it could be removed to a safer, much more secretive location. There was no time to lose, it would have to begin now.

“Kelvor Telnian.” As the transmission circled throughout the system, the gate slowly powered up. Generating the necessary field it quickly slid into Hyperspace, the realm of the shadows. Now, the home of the Shivans.

Valpare moved from his room and slowly faced the delegates. He had gained the loyalty of Chronosia, now he needed the loyalty of Outer Heaven if the war was to be a success.
“Well Admiral, will you join our cause? Or will you watch as the ESUS strangles the Galaxy?”

OOC: The quote below is a quote from my last post to Velpare...


Anton Slavik laughed.

"How the hell can we trust you? You are the Universe's most reknowned genodicalists! How can we be sure, that once you've done away with the ESUS, you won't stab us in the back?"

“Captain, the unknown vessels are approaching. The Proteus Fighters have established a defensive wall about 2 kilometers away.”

“It’s not much of a defense but better…”

“Captain, all our shields have completely failed. We have nothing left. The shutdown of the engines so they can repair the breach mush have caused the shield systems to fail. Right now we could be taken out by a meteorite if it hit in the right place.”

“Dammit! It couldn’t have picked a worse time to go out. Scan them and let me know what is happening.”

“Yes sir. Scans show several vessels approaching. They are scanning us at the moment too. Their offensive and defensive systems are fully active. They appear as if they mean business. I am getting an energy spike and a surge in dimensional energy within the subspace frequencies. We seem to be the target!”

Amanda sent a thought to Samuel.

“Samuel, get ready for a pull out at any moment.”

“Captain, there appears to be a Rift Event appearing upon the bridge to port”

Amanda looked over and saw the light coalesce into a portal. A man stepped out of the portal and it closed behind him. Several crewmen dove for cover and drew weapons to keep the intruder under cover.

“Stand down. If they wanted us destroyed, they could have done so already.”

Everyone stood looking at each other for a moment. The tension was thick enough to cut with a proverbial knife. The silence was broken by an alarm going off moments before another panel exploded. The crew quickly forgot about the intruder and rushed over to put out the flaming controls.

“Welcome to my Hell. Are you going to attack us like those others did?”

Amanda was pointing to a display showing the forces they left behind in T-Space.




OOC:


You are right.

I did say my shields were failing at least twice so it was nowhere near to being a Godmod.

Don’t even worry about it.

"That depends miss." Liquidus replied. Turning around, Liquidus looked at the viewscreen, and grinned.

"So, I see you were having a bit of a confrontation. Tell me, why here of all places?" He asked curtly.

“How can you trust us, a good question indeed. You should trust us, as this time we are not attacking you straight away. We have not attempted to purge your nation from existence. The Imperium has changed, we are weaker than we once where, however we are also stronger than ever before. You should trust us, as we are extending friendship.”

OOC: Just a tag to let everybody know i've got back from Japan.

IC:

The Shadows still waited and watched the forces of this dimension going about their lives largely unaware of their entry into the galaxy and the Shivan's apparent return. Soon the Shadows would move slowly against the forces of ESUS and when they did wholesale slaughter and destruction would be their bedfellow.

“How can you trust us, a good question indeed. You should trust us, as this time we are not attacking you straight away. We have not attempted to purge your nation from existence. The Imperium has changed, we are weaker than we once where, however we are also stronger than ever before. You should trust us, as we are extending friendship.”

Anton bit his lip.

"Okay, but tell me, my Shivan 'friend', who's name you have yet to tell me, how the hell do you plan on taking down the Extra Solar Union of Systems?" He asked.

“We will tell you all that is to be told, once you agree to assist us. We cannot simply tell our plans, and give away our secrets to anyone.”

Turning Valpare looked away. “I tire of these political games, you are either with the Imperium of against us, make your choice.”

Anton grinned, and walked up to Velpare. He put his hand on Velpare's shou-...well, what appeared to be his shoulder.

"You can't win this..." He whispered. Sighing, he twisted, walked a few paces, and turned around again.

"Outer Heaven MK II...is with you." Anton said.

“Do not be so sure human, we have many things prepared for this war, all of which you will see in the end. We require an ambassador to come with us, to speak for your nation. The campaign is being prepared and a representative is necessary.” Valpare looked over to the Chronosian leader. “We also require an ambassador from your nation Lord of Chaos, it is most necessary to prevent conflict within the alliance.”

“I am returning to my space now, we have many things to tend to. As I understand it, your leader is now boarding the enemy vessel, perhaps he can capture one of their crewmen alive for us. We would be most grateful.”

Valpares many eyes peered into Anton. “My forces are now leaving the system, the Balroggan vessel is yours.”

Darth Revan awoke abruptly from his slumber the message from the Destroyers being sent to him. He had heard stories of a race known as the Destroyers among other things, how they had came to this galaxy and killed billions with ease. The prospect of joining a force as powerful as them couldn't be declined. Revan walked out of his chambers towards the docking bay sending a message for a transport to be ready for him. As he entered the docking bay he saw that an Anatis transport had been readied for him. Stepping aboard he ordered the pilot to take him to the Zephnor the flagship of the 4th fleet.

15 minutes later he stood on the bridge of the large carrier. As the admiral walked towards him.
"We were not expecting you Darth Revan, why are you here?"
"Why I am here dosn't matter events have been set ion motion that could change our Empire fate, I need you to take me to this system."
"Very well, I will have the Nebecanezer and the Orion accompany us, we should be able to be there in 3 hours."

The Zephnor and two Charon's went into subspace.

"Attention Shivan forces, this UA diplomatic force Alpha-001. We come in peace, and wish to join with you to strike out against the ESUS. All weapons and shields are powered down, we do not wish for a conflict. We repeat, we do not wish for a conflict."

IC:

Blacker than black Shadow Battlecrabs and fighters wheeled and circled around the dimensional gate, any nearby ships or persons heard the mental screams eminating from that area it was a place infested with true evil... something far beyond what most races had ever experienced. However the Shadows viewed themselves not as evil but a force for good by creating war and chaos they served evolution and ultimately perfected the races they 'guided'.

The Dimensional gate pulsed heavily... a large object was coming through... the black shields installed by the Shadows as an extra protection measure against any attempt to stop them influencing this dimension as well as their own would be met with much death and firepower. Four asteroids wheeled around the artifical gravity field created by the Shadows to hold these weapon infested defensive rocks in place...

A huge gun barrel looking appendage broke through the event horizon, after it followed a long length of similar barrels and a strange bone line front with dark light crystals eminating on the front of it. The body of the thing was circular but pulsed with a dark inner power, it was slightly see through inside you could see red light, where the generator was and behind it lay another carapace piece with a few dark light crystals glittering in the artificial light. The entire thing was around 7 kilometres in length, one and a half in height... it was also generally black but it's body had an eerie dark red glow to it... this was the Fallen Angel class Battleship of the Shadows, a true weapon of the Night.

OOC I really can;t be bothered to change nations.

IC The Valheru where satisfied, although they had lost more then four thousand of their number. They retruned to normal space, moving their mounts back into the ships. They then once again continued towards the Shivans, their attack that had killed a ships load of them already forgotten. They now moved towards the Shivan portal, all happy.

"That depends miss." Liquidus replied. Turning around, Liquidus looked at the viewscreen, and grinned.

"So, I see you were having a bit of a confrontation. Tell me, why here of all places?" He asked curtly.

“Do you want the short version?”

When Liquidus didn’t answer Amanda continued.

“Well, we were exploring this area when a series of dimensional events drew us here. We arrived and those things jumped us. Our engines started to overload so we had to drop back to Real Space and shut down. What the hell is going on here and what the hell were those things?”

Before Liquidus could answer one of the officers interrupted them.

“Captain, we are getting more readings. The fleet is clearing the systems Oort cloud. There is nothing between us but our fighters. I am picking up a large surge in Dimensional energies. It appears a hyperspace portal is being opened. According to these readings, it is very large.”

“Tag that and send it along with the other data.”

“Yes Captain. I am also picking up a very large number of biologicals Emerging. They are headed away from us.”

Amanda looked relieved that they lost interest in The Fates. She still wished she knew what they were and how they could exist within a vacuum.

“I am also picking up a transmission.”

“Play it back.”

The crewman made a few adjustments and the message emitted from the recessed speakers:

"Attention Shivan forces, this UA diplomatic force Alpha-001. We come in peace, and wish to join with you to strike out against the ESUS. All weapons and shields are powered down, we do not wish for a conflict. We repeat, we do not wish for a conflict."

“Captain, I am also picking up several gravimetric sources. They don’t show up on normal scans but they still have a gravitational field that registers on our sensors.”

“Computer, Initiate Torq start up procedure.”

“Yes Captain.”

“Samual, get ready.”

“I am.”

Amanda turned to Liquidus.

“I understand, you come over to distract us and try to slip in cloaked ships so we can be boarded. You will not take this ship in one piece. You have 20 seconds to either prove they aren’t yours or get off my ship. I will not be held responsible if you don’t get far enough away.”

"That depends miss." Liquidus replied. Turning around, Liquidus looked at the viewscreen, and grinned.

"So, I see you were having a bit of a confrontation. Tell me, why here of all places?" He asked curtly.

“Do you want the short version?”

When Liquidus didn’t answer Amanda continued.

“Well, we were exploring this area when a series of dimensional events drew us here. We arrived and those things jumped us. Our engines started to overload so we had to drop back to Real Space and shut down. What the hell is going on here and what the hell were those things?”

Before Liquidus could answer one of the officers interrupted them.

“Captain, we are getting more readings. The fleet is clearing the systems Oort cloud. There is nothing between us but our fighters. I am picking up a large surge in Dimensional energies. It appears a hyperspace portal is being opened. According to these readings, it is very large.”

“Tag that and send it along with the other data.”

“Yes Captain. I am also picking up a very large number of biologicals Emerging. They are headed away from us.”

Amanda looked relieved that they lost interest in The Fates. She still wished she knew what they were and how they could exist within a vacuum.

“I am also picking up a transmission.”

“Play it back.”

The crewman made a few adjustments and the message emitted from the recessed speakers:



“Captain, I am also picking up several gravimetric sources. They don’t show up on normal scans but they still have a gravitational field that registers on our sensors.”

“Computer, Initiate Torq start up procedure.”

“Yes Captain.”

“Samual, get ready.”

“I am.”

Amanda turned to Liquidus.

“I understand, you come over to distract us and try to slip in cloaked ships so we can be boarded. You will not take this ship in one piece. You have 20 seconds to either prove they aren’t yours or get off my ship. I will not be held responsible if you don’t get far enough away.”

Liquidus looked incredulous at Amanda.

"Me? Look lady, I came here, to see why you're here, and to warn you off. One of my men are currently delegating with a race we've had hostilities with before, and I've been left in the dark. But if these guys are boarding..."

Liquidus then held his hand to his waist, and his 'Bruiser' Heavy Pistol dropped into his hand.

"...Then I'll be quite happy to help you repel them. But I might suggest that you come over to our vessel. If they can't board, it's likely they'll vape you. Your choice."

Liquidus waited for an anwser.

“Captain, the cloaked ships are clearing the Oort cloud behind his fleet. They appear to be following his ships. I detect no course corrections.”

"Torq Drive initiating. Probability Fluctuations detected. Initiating Emergency Shutdown.”

“Computer, over-ride shutdown.”

“Emergency Shutdown over-ridden. Cascade Event immanent.”

“But captain, what about…”

“We are not going to allow The Fates to fall into enemy hands. Keep relaying all available data to the Empire. If we are destroyed, I want them to know why.”

Amanda regarded the alien upon her bridge, examining the weapon he was holding”

“It does seem suspicious you beamed or whatever to my ship armed while your fleet and a cloaked fleet are converging upon this location. What would you do in my place?"

Amanda waited a few moments.

"Also, be careful with that thing. I am not certain what it can do but I am the only one who can over-ride the commands I gave. You might be able to stop the engine from cascading if you knew how, but not in time.”




Somewhere else, aboard The Marduk:


“Admiral, The Fates is still transmitting their data. It appears their captain restarted their Torq Drive. It is in immanent danger of cascading.

“Shit, recall all the ships we sent.”

“Orders relayed admiral. The Ta’Nar report the establishment of a Lifelink.’

“Get Med Lab working on bodies for all the Ta’Nar stationed on The Fates.”

“Yes Sir. The data received so far is being analyzed.”

“Inform me of everything that happens. Also find out who this Liquidus is. That name sounds familiar…”




OOC:


I know the cloaked ships are not yours.

It is the most logical conclusion she came up with using the evidence she has at her disposal. Right now there is a little time but if anyone fires at the ship, the damage would disrupt the balance maintained by the repair team. We have shields but not much.

I am following this to it’s logical conclusion based upon everything. She is doing everything she can with the resources she has available.

Edit: I give you permission to take slight control of the characters for story telling purposes. Nothing major.

OOC Ug, I can't RP with the Valheru, to goddmoddish. I shall make an apropriate laeve post. THe Valheru will return, they just don;t see the point in them dieing when they could wait for the battles to be over. I shall work out a force to join as later.

IC THe Valheru where excited about this new technology, and felt, that when all was said and done the weaklings here could be dealt with later. THey smiled in the relished opertunity, they would return once the new power had done its work, when the galaxy would be at its weakest. Soon Nalar THought, soon.

The damage is already done but you can't cry about spilt milk, only deal with it.

TAG: Post when can think o way of joining in... If it is allowed...

OOC: *Assumes permission granted*

IC: Some distance away, in a nearby mole Galaxy.

'Sir, on of our comm Sats is picking up some sort of destress call.'
The Grand Admiral, 'Do we reconise the race?'
'It looks familar, but are experts aren't sure who it is, simply because the signal is too weak. We don't know what the messege is about.'
'In that case, do you know where this signal is coming from?'
'Yes sir'
'Dispatch the MDC explorer, with 3 frigates and 2 interdictors'
'Orders sent.'
'ETA?'
'1 hour at max hyperspace.'

The Shadows in accordance with their treaty with the Shivan began to move slowly and silently.

Small units were being despatched towards Jordaxian supply/trading lines in particular but towards several ESUS empire's trading/lines.

These were standardly of 4 Battlecrabs each with full Spitfire complement and 2 Vampire Scout Cruisers in attendence.

They would hit the trading ships of any nation/empire on those lines destroying them. The attacks would seem totally random never hitting the same sectors where possible.

Attacks would also be mounted on small Jordaxian outposts and isolated warships near their borders, with slightly larger forces consisting of 10 Battlecrabs with full spitfire compliment and two Vampire Scout Cruisers.

Their orders also included capturing as many ESUS citizens as possible for later implantation of Keepers or conversion to the Shadows way of thinking.

Those who were not captured would be killed. The Shadows wanted no witnesses to their presence until the freshly bred generation of Battlecrabs could come through. The others were needed in their own dimension for the preparations for that Great War and the protection of the Hyperspace pockets the Shadows massed in.

The Great Return of the Shivans was starting but this time they were bringing friends.

The Small fleet exited Hyperspace a few Km away from the balroggian ship.

Vice-Admiral striker observed the scene, the moles did not detect the cloaked ships.

Scans indicated severe damage to the ship.

'Open a channel to the ship!'
'Channel ready.'

'This is Vice Admiral Striker of the Mole Class Destroyer Explorer. we have detected your ship, and see you are in trouble. May we be of assistance?'

“Captain, the cloaked ships are clearing the Oort cloud behind his fleet. They appear to be following his ships. I detect no course corrections.”

"Torq Drive initiating. Probability Fluctuations detected. Initiating Emergency Shutdown.”

“Computer, over-ride shutdown.”

“Emergency Shutdown over-ridden. Cascade Event immanent.”

“But captain, what about…”

“We are not going to allow The Fates to fall into enemy hands. Keep relaying all available data to the Empire. If we are destroyed, I want them to know why.”

Amanda regarded the alien upon her bridge, examining the weapon he was holding”

“It does seem suspicious you beamed or whatever to my ship armed while your fleet and a cloaked fleet are converging upon this location. What would you do in my place?"

Amanda waited a few moments.

"Also, be careful with that thing. I am not certain what it can do but I am the only one who can over-ride the commands I gave. You might be able to stop the engine from cascading if you knew how, but not in time.”




Somewhere else, aboard The Marduk:


“Admiral, The Fates is still transmitting their data. It appears their captain restarted their Torq Drive. It is in immanent danger of cascading.

“ , recall all the ships we sent.”

“Orders relayed admiral. The Ta’Nar report the establishment of a Lifelink.’

“Get Med Lab working on bodies for all the Ta’Nar stationed on The Fates.”

“Yes Sir. The data received so far is being analyzed.”

“Inform me of everything that happens. Also find out who this Liquidus is. That name sounds familiar…”




OOC:


I know the cloaked ships are not yours.

It is the most logical conclusion she came up with using the evidence she has at her disposal. Right now there is a little time but if anyone fires at the ship, the damage would disrupt the balance maintained by the repair team. We have shields but not much.

I am following this to it’s logical conclusion based upon everything. She is doing everything she can with the resources she has available.

Edit: I give you permission to take slight control of the characters for story telling purposes. Nothing major.

Liquidus sighed.

"I know that, and that fleet is in no way with me or my Fleet, but we need to leave soon. I came here through a Subspace Portal, and if you want to live to see another day, I suggest you allow me down to engineering...if there's enough power, I can generate a portal back to my ship."

Wrong. This gate has nothing to do with subspace, there is no way to connect the current events with the Shivans, doing so would be a godmode. If you had read the thread you would then realise that I no longer use subspace technology as its so “easy” to detect. Anyway, your godmoding so don’t.
OOC: Meh, as you wish. Our only force-sensitive citizen, Admiral Piett, will sense a disturbance in the force, nothing more.

OOC I created that nation for this RP, however, they are far to complex for a FT RP in such numbers. I am not going to go through and have to explain the reason WHY they can do things everysingle time since truthfuly, I don't know, cause I did not invent them. THere is only so much the book knows. Thus, I am bringing back the Overmind, the thing that made the old empire fall.I was intending on having a large RP when they come back, thus I will introduce them now.

IC In a section of the universe previously thought beyond the reach of any mortal or Imortal, In the center of a sun that was home to five lifeless planets, the overmind looked at his armies though his minds eye. They where feasting on the flesh of the last world in this galaxy, and the Overmind felt the taste. He smiled, and he sent out the newests order via the eteranal mind, smiling as he did. THe Hive Lords brought the smaller creatures into line, and onto the large ships that would take them to the Lethalin. Only one fleet would leave the system, That would be Hive Fleet Pheonix. It was currently extreamly undermanned. Having only three Lethalin Hive Ships. They would consume however, then they would grow.

THe Overmind ordered them to use the new organ they had been given, and in an instant their body was covored with a type of silicon, before a large amount of gases that combined tempreture was sufficiant to go to shrink the atoms around the ship. THese where then repulsed, away from the ship, leaving it in a section of "Nothing". It then slowly started to place together bit by bit the atoms around it, and in space near the System the SHivans currently where, the three Lethalins appered. The Overmind let out a screech of Triumph, now the fight could be taken to the foul Delawere, after they consumed.

THe Ships moved forwards, their thick Caraprace Hide as strong as sheilds and hull armour combined. The Overmind had been forced to make do with the Bio-Engine of the Alethrians and Small Tsurani, In the end creating a race that would fit his needs perfectly. On each of the ships, A hive Lord watched and commanded, their daemonic Appeance mearly a genetic move to create fear in the enemy. It was then the Call went out, right near them, and the Overmind knew he had found an allie. THe ships moved forward, towards the origin of the Call.

“When the engines cascade we are all going to die anyways. We only have enough power for our basic shields. That would be enough to keep the boarding attacks away but not enough to withstand a direct barrage from either fleet. If you want to go, then I am not stopping you. I could have thrown an internal containment shield but it would be worthless. We didn’t come here for a war. It came after us.”

“What would you have us do, surrender? Your sidearm appears to be more powerful than the standard ones my crew carries. You are in some sort of power armor. It registers on our sensors as possessing an abnormal quantum signature. In all appearances you are superior to our nation.”

Amanda gave Liquidus another look over. Turning to one of her crewmen she gave an order.

“Escort us to engineering so we can see what he can do.”

The crewman took the lead and Amanda followed Liquidus as they threaded their way through The Fates.

“Captain, you have an incoming message.”

“Transfer it to my Neurolink.”

“Yes Captain.”

'This is Vice Admiral Striker of the Mole Class Destroyer Explorer. we have detected your ship, and see you are in trouble. May we be of assistance?'

Using her Neurolink she responded.

“We detected a series of Dimensional Events which led me to this system. Apparently it is being used as a meeting place. A group of unknown biologicals attacked me and then left. Right now I am leading the owner of the fleet lying between us and the Oort Cloud. There is another fleet he claims to know nothing about that is cloaked. I will relay their locations to you. Our ship looks to be damaged beyond the time we have available to repair. I have our shields operational but if we take enough hits, I wouldn’t be anywhere near here if I were you. It might be prudent to get as far away from The Fates as you can during the next few minutes.”

They were walking along a hallway that leads to the Engineering Department. Liquidus seemed to be interested in the technology around him but didn’t give any obvious sign. Linking up to the bridge she directed the data upon the cloaked vessels be given to the Mole ships.

The three of them entered a large room full of electrical equipment. A huge bulkhead door lay closed on one wall. Several banks of computers line the walls and an array of emitters project from the ceiling. In the center is set up a containment area.

“Welcome to Engineering. This is the Dimensional Experiment Lab. I trust everything you need should be here. Remember, if this doesn’t work, it’s not our fault. Those biologicals might have done too much damage to our ship. We are not even sure if the drain upon the system would be enough to cause the cascade. If it does, you will owe the Empire our lives. Go ahead.”

Amanda gestured towards one of the technicians.

“Hekinla Tillu” As the Shivan force of twelve made its way to the Balroggan vessel, the now stricken ship floated harmlessly in space. From Hyperspace, Valpare monitored the situation, data being relayed allowed the Shivan command to know the entirety of the situation, it was time to destroy them, regardless of the outcome.

The small pincer like craft, dropped their cloak revealing themselves in all their splendour. As they returned to real space a barrage of ion weapons was released upon what appeared to be the shield generators. The Shivan craft turning a dark red as their beam weapons charged, stopped for a moment, before their destructive power was released.

In a moment, the Balroggans would be able to confirm the identity of their attackers, no one else in the Universe used the same blood red beam weapons, no one else would want to, apart from the destroyers.

OOC: Here is the URL for the opening gambit of the Shivan/Shadows.

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=388478

Onboard the Explorer

'Sir, incoming messege!'
'Let's hear it.'

“We detected a series of Dimensional Events which led me to this system. Apparently it is being used as a meeting place. A group of unknown biologicals attacked me and then left. Right now I am leading the owner of the fleet lying between us and the Oort Cloud. There is another fleet he claims to know nothing about that is cloaked. I will relay their locations to you. Our ship looks to be damaged beyond the time we have available to repair. I have our shields operational but if we take enough hits, I wouldn’t be anywhere near here if I were you. It might be prudent to get as far away from The Fates as you can during the next few minutes.”

'Okay, we don't need another warning. From the readings we have recieved, we don't want to be near it when it blows! Turn around and move a full speed!' Ordered the Vice-Admiral

'Sir, it appears the ships have now uncloaked, and are attacking The Fates. Should we do something?'

'No, we must not interfere. We are a small fleet, and if we flee now, perhaps we can go unnoticed...'

OOC: Our shields are generated by our Drives. They were delicately balanced before due to damage from the Valheru but now it is over. Sorry Outer Heaven, IB finished it. I wish you had posted before IB did. Perhaps some of your ships will survive long enough to get word of his treachery back to your people…



IC:

The Fates sat there in space just outside the system’s Oort cloud. A score of fighters stand before the ship as a defensive shield. The fleet from Outer Heaven is bearing down upon the lone ship and its defiant defenders. Liquidus was aboard The Fates about to be transported back to his ship.

Then the Shivans appeared out of nowhere.

The pincher shaped vessels decloaked and began firing their ion weapons at The Fates in an attempt to bring down the shields. red beams sliced into the shields, severely weakening the already barely functional protection.

Klaxons began sounding across the ship. Crew ran to their stations as the bridge relayed the information to the captain down in Engineering with Liquidus.

“Captain, the cloaked vessels revealed themselves. They appeared and fired their weapons. We are under attack. The shields cannot take it. They are dropping.”

“Dammit, keep the Space Minus Transmitter operational as long as we can. They need to know what happens.”

Amanda looked over to Liquidus.

“It looks like you might not even get time to call your ships. If they cause our engines to cascade then we all are gone.”

“Samuel, NOW!”

Amanda felt a tug from the center of her being. She then felt as if she was falling. She saw her body standing next to Liquidus and then she passed through the bulkhead walls and out of the ship. She could feel the other Ta’Nar from the ship and the fighters caught in the Lifelink Samuel set up to pull them to safety. The Fates quickly disappeared at the speed of thought.

Around the ship, hundreds of crew fell to the floor, no expression showing upon their faces. The other crew looked around in horror as they realized what was happening. The Ta’Nar abandoned ship.

Liquidus rushed over to the controls, accessing his communicator as he went. He bit his lip, it felt like his mind was trying to fall out of his body...

The communicator chirped.

"M'lord? Are you there!?!"

Liquidus sighed.

"I am. Listen, do not respond to this, just do EXACTLY what I say. The Fates is about to go Nova...try and get the Fleet as far away from the ship as possible, and initiate a slaved Gridsphere overload. There's a command somewhere for it. Position every ship so you make a sphere, with the Colossus in the middle. God speed, and pray that it works..."

With that, Liquidus dropped the communicator on the floor, and stamped on it, the circuitry sparking and dying. His hands danced over the controls, commands, power redirections, charts, everything flashed and vanished on the screen. Sighing, Liquidus slapped down a flashing red button, and the whole ship began to shake as a Subspace Portal began to open behind Liquidus. The crew looked, incredulous. Liquidus felt the tug again, and slowly, he began to loose conciousness...

"Go...the Portal will...save you..."

With that, Liquidus fell to the floor...and fell through. The crew stood there for a second, before they all started to jump into the Portal.

Liquidus stared in amazement as he watched The Fates shoot away from him, and then he realised something else.

Some of those crew...they just seemed to die...and it's happend to me...dammit, what's going on?

Liquidus didn't have long to ponder, as the stars began to shoot past him...

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"Ready?"

"Ready sir..."

Captain Petrach watched as the last ship in the Fleet posistioned itself in it's designated place. Smiling to himself, he opened a channel to all the ships in the Fleet.

"All ships, this is Captain Petrach of the GTVA Colossus. Everything is ready. On my mark, overload your Gridsphere's as much as possible, and send the resulting energy to the Coloossus. Hopefully, our Gridsphere will go into complete overdrive, and some...energy deflecting shield will expand from the Colossus, and encompass the whole Fleet. Is everyone set?"

After a few seconds, confirmations came through from every ship. Petrach grinned.

"Initiating Slaved Gridsphere overload in 5...4...3...2...1...MARK!!!"

The Colossus shuddered as it's Gridsphere began to overload, the generator barely keeping the energy in.

"Sir, we're recieving the slaved Gridsphere power...shield will initiate in 3...2...1...now!"

The Colossus began to shake violently as the Gridsphere generator completely overlaoded, unable to contain the power inside it. The generator hummed loudly, squealed, and then...

...*VOOSH!!!!!!!*

A massive bubble expanded outwards from the Colossus, and encompassed the entire Fleet. Grinning, Petrach began to sat, down, when someone from behind him shouted...

"Sir...the unknown ship is going Nova!!!!!!!"

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The Torq Drive overloaded and began to cascade. Energy began to leak out and a dimensional rupture occurred across all eleven known dimensions. As the rupture tore, even more the energy from the Space minus Tap backlashed and fed upon itself, caused by a temporal loop when the fourth dimension ruptured. What began as an implosion quickly turned into a strong explosion infinitely repeating itself every few picoseconds. The result was an ever increasing event horizon (not a Schwarzschild field).

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/beldragos/proteus7.jpg

The explosion grew to be the size of a star and then expanded in a brilliant nova, no a supernova. The newly created “supernova” threw a wave of energy out in every direction. When the wall struck the Oort Cloud, it vaporized the asteroids and continued onward without slowing, expanding outward from the center.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/beldragos/Supernova.jpg



The Marduk:


“Sir, the transmission from The Fates has terminated. Scouts in the area report a stellar event.”

“Show me on the main screen”

The communications officer transferred the image from his panel to the main screen.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/beldragos/supernovab.jpg

“Dammit, did the Lifelink work?”

“I’m checking Sir.”

A few moments later the communications officer replied.

“Sir, we have about 500 Ta’Nar incoming. They made it”

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"Sir..."

There was a groan, and something moved.

"Yes...crewman?"

"Are we alive sir?"

There was another groan.

"Aye."

"Thank you sir."

Petrach opened his eyes. Around him, red lights were flashing, and debris was piled around him. Two crewmen lifted Petrach up onto his seat.

"What happend?" He asked. One of the crewmen bit his lip.

"The Gridsphere let up. The shield protected us from the Supernova, but the Gridsphere fried itself, and quite literally, blew the ship out. Luckily, the slave link was active, so the energy was sent to every ship. We're all running at 50% average intergrity."

Petrach sighed.

"Thank god...and Liquidus?"

The crewman's face drained of all colour, and he bowed his head down. Everyone else did the same.

"Sir...Liquidus Snake...is gone, he died on the ship, and his cloning chip...did not activate."

Petrach's mouth hung open in horror and overwhelming sadness. It was a long time before he spoke.

"Set a course for the Serpantis Prime Stargate...the people need to know. And while we fly through the heavens, we'll pray for our Lord, and that he passed on peacefully."

Everyone nodded, and got to their stations. Petrach's eyes stung with tears.

He's really gone...and there was nothing we could do. Those f**king Shivans...they killed him. They will be punished, and they will suffer a wrath that no Nation has ever unleashed before...

The entire Royal Fleet shuddered, and then sped up as a Subspace Portal opened up in front of them. Every ship entered the Portal, and then, the Portal closed. All the way to the Stargate, every person on every ship bowed their heads, and muttered prayers, many cried, their tears welling up on the floor...

OOC: Ouch...

OOC: Fucking hell...I'll send you a TG later Balrogga, and don't worry, I have your crew safe and sound...Liquidus has a plan.

“Hekinla Tillu” As the Shivan force of twelve made its way to the Balroggan vessel, the now stricken ship floated harmlessly in space. From Hyperspace, Valpare monitored the situation, data being relayed allowed the Shivan command to know the entirety of the situation, it was time to destroy them, regardless of the outcome.

The small pincer like craft, dropped their cloak revealing themselves in all their splendour. As they returned to real space a barrage of ion weapons was released upon what appeared to be the shield generators. The Shivan craft turning a dark red as their beam weapons charged, stopped for a moment, before their destructive power was released.

In a moment, the Balroggans would be able to confirm the identity of their attackers, no one else in the Universe used the same red beam weapons, no one else would want to, apart from the destroyers.

Anton's mouth hung open. They had been betrayed. It was over.

"You..." Anton pulled out his 'Bruiser' Heavy Pistol, "****ing backstabbers!"

Three loud thuds resounded throughout the vessel, followed by another two heavier thuds. Anton and his two guards stood there, their weapons smoking, Velpare lying on the ground. ? They didn't know. But Velpare couldn't stop them now. Ignoring the Chronosians, Anton and his guards ran for their lives down their transport's corridor. All three of them dived into their transport, and shut the door.

"F**k..."

Sitting in the pit, Anton activated the ship's engines. Grabbing the wheel, and turning it, the transport faced the exit...a rapidly closing one. Hitting the afterburners, the transport shot towards the closing exit...

*SCREECH!*

..And emerged from the exit, missing it's paintjob. Breathing a sigh of relief, Anton sat back in his chair.

"Sir!"

A guard gestured to him. Anton stood, up and went over to the guard, looking over the guard's shoulder.

"What is it?"

"Sir...Liquidus Snake is still on the Unknown Vessel back in Real Space...and it's...well, I don't know, but the computer's predicting a...Stellar Event!?!"

Anton's mouth hung open.

"Oh s**t. Can we save him?"

"No sir."

"Then what do we do?"

"Look ahead sir."

Anton looked up, and just saw blue, before realising...

We've left him...

The transport went through the Subspace Portal, which closed shortly after.

The Overmind screeched as it saw the Nova, the light made it back into its mind, burning its sensative eye slits. It took a good five minutes for the thing to get its sight back. During that time the Largest of the Hive ships had landed on a moon like earths and started to spred. It did so increadably fast, taking the biomass that made up the entire thing and streching it across the moon. THe Other two Hive Ships moved towards the origen of the Call. They where here to answer.

The three ships came out of subspace and weapons and engines were powered down a message was sent.

Great Destroyers this is an ambassador from the Empire of Ekardia we wish to aid yooou in the coming war.

Please note the Outer Heaven's addition I edited into my previous post.

Valpare rose from the deck, her exoskeleton badly damaged, had a slight seeping as the hole from the weapons dug deeply into organic tissue. As she rose a vast screech of anger resounded through Hyper space. The Bi-Ped had shot her in the back, a cowards way to fight, now the reason for the war on the humans became apparent, most were scum and useless. They would pay for this treachery and suffer the might of the Imperium. The drum beats were sounding, the first shots had been fired, the losses and carnage had begun.

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Shivan Attack Fighter Voldur

“One Hundred meters until weapons range. Beam weapons charging, cloaking capacitor nearing minimum output.” Veldak, slowly concentrated on the neural link, his mind was one with the ship, it had its own instincts, feelings and most of all mortality. It grew, and died like all life in the Galaxy, however it was now one with the Shivans. Each attack craft crept closer under the guise of stealth, finally as they crossed the attack barrier the cloaking field dropped and the vessels shuddered as the beam weapons fired.

The red beams shot forth tearing away at the weak, almost crippled shields. As the bubbles lost integrity the cannons tore into the hull, rupturing decks and atmosphere as they sliced across the vessel. Air, bodies and atmosphere seeped from breeches, while fires engulfed and raged through the stricken sections.

Veldak laughed into himself, this was too easy, almost dishonourable for his caste, however he would enjoy it the same. “All pilots, turn in ten seconds and begin firing upon the engineering section. Destroy their power source.” As the craft re-cloaked, they turned in a dance of death. Making a wide turn allowing time for the weapons to cool they once again came in for the attack. “Concentrate all firepower on section twenty one B, set passing coordinates for three, three five, and fire as soon as you’re in range.” Accepting orders with silent obedience the Shivan craft moved in once again. The beam weapons erupting in a flurry of energy caused the fighters to de-cloak. As the beams shot forth they smashed in and through the hull. Rupturing power conduits, containment fields and smashing through crew quarters, they eventually sallied forth from the other side of the vessel.

From the link Veldak detected some anxious emotions from his co-pilots. Looking at the sensor readouts himself he realised what was happening. “All ships, jump out of here now!” As the Hyperspace engines activated in a vein attempt at escape, a brilliant flash of light engulfed the craft. As the engines charged, they attempted to form a Hyperspace rift, however the discharge made no effect, the craft remained where they were. “What’s happening! Why aren’t we jumping?” Realising, too late Veldak cursed the humans with his last thought, as his squadron was engulfed in the shock wave.

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Valpare, touched the ships mind. Delving through, the records she attempted to ascertain the status of her fighters, the attack craft of the Shivan fleet. Sighing, with an apparent cry of mourn she moved towards the bridge. Stopped by the star itself, an ironic end she thought. This would have to be added to the archives, scientists would have to analyse the data. A way around the disrupting nature of this vessels self destruct had to be found. The disruption of the dimensional barrier and real space was intolerable, and a danger for future engagements. Perhaps their engines could be adjusted. Only the scientists would be able to tell.

The shockwave continued to expand through the system, causing disruption where it passed. At its center a bright new stellar object shone surrounded by the fiery afterbirth of its genesis. The wave struck a planet of the original system, liquefying the surface facing the blast with the intense heat and solar radiation. Intense gravitational and dimensional interference affected areas seemingly at random. Gravitational Rifts formed and collapsed moments later. The storms in Hyperspace from the dimensional breaches caused hurricanes and eddies unheard of in any of the known histories. The breach bled energy across all dimensions and sub-dimensions, making travel unsafe and treacherous at best, fatal at worse.

The wave continues onward.



Many parsecs away The Marduk sat with her escort. Aboard the carrier deep within the ship a chamber lay awaiting several arrivals. The clone tanks stood nearby, their contents ready for the newcomers.

One by one several “presences” began to appear within the room. They were mostly felt but several shapes could be seen in the dim light. As more arrive many of the ones step forward towards the tanks, pausing a moment before stepping up and into the still forms within. The bodies, floating within the growth fluid, begin to jerk and spasms. The automatics drain the tanks and gently lift the nude human form out of the bath. Several people wait with robes and towels.

Dozens now wait to claim their new body while many more are appearing. Ghostly forms of the Psyche of the Ta’Nar stand patiently as the weaker enter their bodies first.

Into this alien scene floats Liquidus. He stands there confused by this new experience. He has been out of his body before but this is utterly bizarre to him. One of the others notice him and he feels a communication of some sort being held with the others but cannot fathom what is being “said”. Several more of the shapes crowd around him.

After a few moments a single being approaches Liquidus and he can feel a voice within his mind.

“Who are you and how did you come to be here. You are not Ta’Nar.”

The shockwave continued to expand through the system, causing disruption where it passed. At its center a bright new stellar object shone surrounded by the fiery afterbirth of its genesis. The wave struck a planet of the original system, liquefying the surface facing the blast with the intense heat and solar radiation. Intense gravitational and dimensional interference affected areas seemingly at random. Gravitational Rifts formed and collapsed moments later. The storms in Hyperspace from the dimensional breaches caused hurricanes and eddies unheard of in any of the known histories. The breach bled energy across all dimensions and sub-dimensions, making travel unsafe and treacherous at best, at worse.

The wave continues onward.



Many parsecs away The Marduk sat with her escort. Aboard the carrier deep within the ship a chamber lay awaiting several arrivals. The clone tanks stood nearby, their contents ready for the newcomers.

One by one several “presences” began to appear within the room. They were mostly felt but several shapes could be seen in the dim light. As more arrive many of the ones step forward towards the tanks, pausing a moment before stepping up and into the still forms within. The bodies, floating within the growth fluid, begin to jerk and spasms. The automatics drain the tanks and gently lift the human form out of the bath. Several people wait with robes and towels.

Dozens now wait to claim their new body while many more are appearing. Ghostly forms of the Psyche of the Ta’Nar stand patiently as the weaker enter their bodies first.

Into this alien scene floats Liquidus. He stands there confused by this new experience. He has been out of his body before but this is utterly bizarre to him. One of the others notice him and he feels a communication of some sort being held with the others but cannot fathom what is being “said”. Several more of the shapes crowd around him.

After a few moments a single being approaches Liquidus and he can feel a voice within his mind.

“Who are you and how did you come to be here. You are not Ta’Nar.”

Liquidus smiled, and responded.

"I am Liquidus Snake, ruler of Outer Heaven MK II, and I was hoping you can answer that. Am I for real? I was just on The Fates, when I left my body..."

Liquidus smiled, and responded.

"I am Liquidus Snake, ruler of Outer Heaven MK II, and I was hoping you can answer that. Am I for real? I was just on The Fates, when I left my body..."

He could feel a buzz of conversation that seemed to be above him and just out of reach. Several of the beings were conversing together. Liquidus could see more of the translucent beings arriving but it seemed to be tapering off. Soon the last of them arrived and claimed their clone, leaving wearing the robes and drying off with the towels.

“Excuse me”

Liquidus realized he was busy watching the beings climb into their new bodies and momentarily forgot about the others talking about him. Must be some sort of disorientation. He looked back to the group.

“Sorry, I find this interesting.”

Liquitus found talking without speaking simewhat unsettling. He wondered how much of his thoughts were open to these beings.

“I bet you do. We also find you interesting. Apparently you got caught in the Lifelink we used to save the Ta’Nar from the destruction of The Fates. We grabbed all the psionically active on the ship. You talk of leaving your body as if you have done this before. We think because of your latent or active psionic abilities you were able to be saved from the destruction of the ship.”

The being waited for a moment for this information to sink in.

“Yes, the ship was destroyed. The cloaked ships fired upon The Fates and overloaded the drives. The cascade caused a dimensional rupture and created a supernova. There should be nobody left within several thousand AUs of the ship. The shockwave from the implosion should almost reach half way into the system before starting to diminish in power. The interference from the event should scramble FTLs for a while until the gravitational and dimensional eddies to settle down. The first event took 20 years before travel was safe to Bryce’s Star. Since then we have taken every precaution to prevent this from happening.”

After seeing the surprised look on Liquidus’ “face”, the being explained further.


"The first ship we sent from Terra encountered a problem that caused The Divination to cascade and implode. We have successfully prevented the repeating of the conditions for about 200 years. It was not a self destruct that triggered the cascade, it was an attack. We could replicate the conditions but that would be madness and we would not consider it. That much destruction caused deliberately would make us worse than those who fired upon us.”

We will attempt to get you a clone to house your mind before you start to feel the Pull. Once you let the Pull take you, you will fade away to where spirits travel when your people die. You can use mine, I cannot feel the Pull any longer. I have evolved beyond the need for a physical form to anchor me in the Universe. I can wait for another to be grown.”

The form gestured to one of the waiting tanks.

“Take it, you can use it until we get some of your own genetic material and remake your original body.”




OOC:

You possess some Psi ability so you have at least basic mind sheilds by defult and they are not scanning you.

If you want to read the incident about The Divination, please see my Voyage Thread (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=336946)

Liquidus smiled, and responded.

"I am Liquidus Snake, ruler of Outer Heaven MK II, and I was hoping you can answer that. Am I for real? I was just on The Fates, when I left my body..."

He could feel a buzz of conversation that seemed to be above him and just out of reach. Several of the beings were conversing together. Liquidus could see more of the translucent beings arriving but it seemed to be tapering off. Soon the last of them arrived and claimed their clone, leaving wearing the robes and drying off with the towels.

“Excuse me”

Liquidus realized he was busy watching the beings climb into their new bodies and momentarily forgot about the others talking about him. Must be some sort of disorientation. He looked back to the group.

“Sorry, I find this interesting.”

Liquitus found talking without speaking simewhat unsettling. He wondered how much of his thoughts were open to these beings.

“I bet you do. We also find you interesting. Apparently you got caught in the Lifelink we used to save the Ta’Nar from the destruction of The Fates. We grabbed all the psionically active on the ship. You talk of leaving your body as if you have done this before. We think because of your latent or active psionic abilities you were able to be saved from the destruction of the ship.”

The being waited for a moment for this information to sink in.

“Yes, the ship was destroyed. The cloaked ships fired upon The Fates and overloaded the drives. The cascade caused a dimensional rupture and created a supernova. There should be nobody left within several thousand AUs of the ship. The shockwave from the implosion should almost reach half way into the system before starting to diminish in power. The interference from the event should scramble FTLs for a while until the gravitational and dimensional eddies to settle down. The first event took 20 years before travel was safe to Bryce’s Star. Since then we have taken every precaution to prevent this from happening.”

After seeing the surprised look on Liquidus’ “face”, the being explained further.


"The first ship we sent from Terra encountered a problem that caused The Divination to cascade and implode. We have successfully prevented the repeating of the conditions for about 200 years. It was not a self destruct that triggered the cascade, it was an attack. We could replicate the conditions but that would be madness and we would not consider it. That much destruction caused deliberately would make us worse than those who fired upon us.”

We will attempt to get you a clone to house your mind before you start to feel the Pull. Once you let the Pull take you, you will fade away to where spirits travel when your people die. You can use mine, I cannot feel the Pull any longer. I have evolved beyond the need for a physical form to anchor me in the Universe. I can wait for another to be grown.”

The form gestured to one of the waiting tanks.

“Take it, you can use it until we get some of your own genetic material and remake your original body.”




OOC:

You possess some Psi ability so you have at least basic mind sheilds by defult and they are not scanning you.

If you want to read the incident about The Divination, please see my Voyage Thread (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=336946)

Liquidus smiled, but shook his head.

"No thanks, I'd rather get one of my own clones. It shouldn't be too much of a problem, I've left my body for three days without any major incident.

"However, I am interested in your people, and the Ta'Nar."

“That I ascertained already. What would you like to know of us? Please understand, there are many things I cannot divulge, State secrets and all. Being a ruler of another country you should understand.”

The entity began walking, urging Liquidus to follow. They walked along some corridors of the ship while they talked. Liquidus never saw any Corporeals, only those within Entity form. Everything had a hazy, surreal appearance.

“This area of the ship has been designed for us to interact with. None of the crew is allowed to venture down here, unless it is one of the embodied Ta’Nar. The AI has a telepathic sensor web to collect thoughts. All you have to do is think at it and you can access it. You will not get much out of the computer because it does not recognize your mindprint. You have not been given clearance for much access beyond rudimentary knowledge.”

The entity stopped.

“You should know the Emperor has been informed about this unique event. I am sure he will want to take matter into his own hands. I feel he will want to handle this personally. We are waiting to hear from him before taking any action.”

“That I ascertained already. What would you like to know of us? Please understand, there are many things I cannot divulge, State secrets and all. Being a ruler of another country you should understand.”

The entity began walking, urging Liquidus to follow. They walked along some corridors of the ship while they talked. Liquidus never saw any Corporeals, only those within Entity form. Everything had a hazy, surreal appearance.

“This area of the ship has been designed for us to interact with. None of the crew is allowed to venture down here, unless it is one of the embodied Ta’Nar. The AI has a telepathic sensor web to collect thoughts. All you have to do is think at it and you can access it. You will not get much out of the computer because it does not recognize your mindprint. You have not been given clearance for much access beyond rudimentary knowledge.”

The entity stopped.

“You should know the Emperor has been informed about this unique event. I am sure he will want to take matter into his own hands. I feel he will want to handle this personally. We are waiting to hear from him before taking any action.”

Liquidus smiled.

"Tell me everything you are allowed to divulge. I have to admit, I am amazed by all of this..."

Liquidus thought of something, and a console powered up, displaying the Ta'Nar's basic history.

Liquidus grinned.

"At your own discretion, Mr...?"

“Telene. It is just Telene. In our natural forms we do not possess gender. That is a physical embodiment. It would be best to wait for the Emperor himself to ask. I do not want to risk divulging anything.”

OOC:

I will post tonight but I have to be in class in 15 minutes.

I hope others will post here too. It seems this war has died...

no, no. I'm just to busy right now. Everyone is waiting on me to do something. It will be Monday before i can really start anything.

OOC: As one of the people who have been directly touched by the Shivans, I shall come in soon...tag.

OOC I would like to join the war, but I am waiting for the proper moment. Like when the reappearance of the Shivans is something that I might actually know about IC.

OOC I want sithy to notice my hive fleets are trying to comsume one of his moons :P

OOC: Currently, I'm waiting for Jordaxia to reply. But, if people want to have other convoy's attacked they are welcome to post in the Shadow Dancing thread.

Black Order HQ, Wayland

I was reading the Interstellar Times, enjoying my usual cup of coffee before I get to work on sending operatives off on missions and debriefing the ones that return. I'm now thinking about the recent changes in my brothers, as they assert themselves on the eve of puberty. Taylor seems to be gaining an interesting ability to manipulate the air around him, especially in the realm of pyrokinesis and cryokinesis. Jacob, on the other hand, is studying alchemy with that extremely spicy girl Kira. I don't know how he keeps his psyche intact, but he seems to do it well. It's also cool that way, especially with Jacob, because I believe nowadays that a Jedi should always have a secondary power to fall back on, especially in light of the Force inhibitors. Me, I use magic with a wand, and am a strapping good wizard with it, if I say so myself.

They also have an interesting choice in fashion. I guess they take from their eldest brother, hehe.

Taylor opted for a black outfit: pants, shirt and thin jacket. He's also commonly seen wearing a red cloak, and had his off-blond hair braided. Oddly enough, it seems to suit the kid. Of course, he still have, shall we say, a vertically challenging problem. He's short for his age, and constantly complains about it. Loudly.

Jacob, well, his cloak is Jedi brown, like mine. But he usually goes for the 'young scientist' look these days. You know, regular pants, white collared shirt with rolled-up sleeves. That sort of thing. He's also short, but doesn't seem to mind.

Anyway, so I was finishing up the comics section, when there was a disturbance in the Force. I looked up from Peanuts, calling upon the Force, to ascern what this disturbance means. It's vague...but unsettlingly familiar, like a ghost that just won't go away. It's not the Sith, because they have a steady, though dark presence. This one is more sinister, and seems to shift in and out of reality. I narrowed my eyes. Only once before have I felt this particular presence, though I was a lot younger. If my hunch was right, we have a problem, a very big problem.

The computer fed Liquidus basic data from the history of The Balrogga Empire. His security clearance only allowed the basics known by the general population but it was still enough to intrigue him.

…The Glorious King gathered all his mages and commanded them to see out other people of great power and to bring them back to the Royal Keep to be trained in the proper use of the magic and to further advance the Kingdom…

He was wondering why this was included in their history. This sounded like one of the novels Liquidus read for relaxation.

He skipped ahead further

…The gathering of all Sorcerer King Nhur-Galladu. He then proclaimed each kingdom would belong to him and he claimed the Throne of the Emperor. From that day each Emperor or Empress would bear his name. The first action as Emperor he took was to command every mage, wizard, and sorcerer to attend the Imperial College to study High Magic. The new Emperor had a plan…

Where is the interesting parts I can use when I speak to the Emperor when he arrives? They must be here somewhere.

He skipped ahead again.

…The Emperor personally took the head position of the Casting Circle and begin to cast the Ceremony. Across the Empire there were hundreds of other circles but this one was the key. It linked all the others together and allowed everything contained in them all to be affected by his one spell he carefully devised. With this new spell he would move the empire from this world to another that would be more to his needs…


This was interesting. If this is true, then it is a new way to invade another world. I wonder if there is a way to defend against it.

He skipped ahead further.

…The Empire appeared in the Pacific Ocean off the coast of South America. The Empire immediately assumed an isolationist policy. The Spellmasters devised ways to combine the technologies of the 1950’s Earth with their magical environment so it would function. After years of research a Hybrid Technology was developed so the Empire’s technology would function correctly wherever they went…

This could prove to be vital.

Liquidus again turned to the computer to read more. Across the room a circle of energy formed. The center of the circle collapsed and Liquidus could see red lightning arcing everywhere and red mist obscuring everything. He recognized a gateway into Hyperspace.

Out of this gateway stepped a figure. It was dressed in robes of white and gold. The figure moved away from the gateway which collapsed into a red spark moments later. The figure walked directly to Liquidus. Two frail hands reached up and lowered the hood of the robe. An ancient face stared at him for a few moments. The eyes seemed to pierce his very soul. A strong voice rang through Liquidus’ mind.

“So you are this Liquidus I have heard so much about”

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=391566

Phase two of the Shivan wars. Involves The Silver Turtle, it is set one week after this event.

Liquidus nodded his head as a sign of respect, one he'd expect back.

"Emperor Nhur-Galladu. It is an honour to meet you. I have learnt a little about your people, and I must admit I am very intrigued by you and what your empire has done." He replied.

"Emperor Nhur-Galladu. It is an honor to meet you. I have learnt a little about your people, and I must admit I am very intrigued by you and what your empire has done."

Nhur-Galladu bowed his head toward Liquidus.

“What intrigues you the most? Also, what can you tell me about your nation? I don’t know anything about it. This is the first time we have met.”

After a few seconds Nhur-Galladu appeared to recieve a communications.

"We have located your fleet. It took a bit of time because of the disturbances around The Fates star but we have traced them to a system. We are setting course for Serpantis Minor."