NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Okay, I have reposted this thread with everyones post. Now the only person I want knowing of the arrival is Penguania, Trailers and Chronosia, who are the only ones who made reasonable posts. I say just wait till you have a proper reason to find out, or face the Ignore cannon of doom!. Just wait a few days, then you will get to post. I have have to limit who rp's, I shall.

Timeline Projection initiated – Targeted Species – Human

Current Status:- Infestation of four Galaxies. Populated worlds of significant value: eight hundred.

One Hundred Year Projection based on current Human propagation, expansion and military technology:- Infestation of twelve Galaxies. Populated worlds of significant value: two hundred thousand.

One Thousand Year Projection based on Compounded Human Expansion:- Infestation of five hundred Galaxies. Populated Worlds of significant value: eighteen million.

Tactical Conclusion

Disperse and Destroy.

Tactical Objective: Destruction of Human Homeworld and defence forces: Eradication of Earth.

Location – Milky Way, Outer Rimm Asteroid Field.

Space is a quiet and vast expanse, larger than the comprehension of one mind, greater than the largest Empire, and more powerful than the most advanced race. Space has become an Intergalactic field, filled with trillions of species, billions of worlds and ships, but as with all fields, they must be weeded.

In the blinking background of the outer rim the lifeless, vacant region gained a new presence. Asteroids sped past unaware of the shadow looming over them.

From a large almost Diamond craft, fighters streamed out, the Drej had arrived.

Originaly posted by Penguenia

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Deep Space Miner Nova Allure
Asteroid field
Somewhere on the edge of the Milky Way galaxy
21:50:05 PM, Day 15, Month 3, Imperial Standard Year 864
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“Nothing on the sensors, Boss,” Byram, one of the four members of the crew of the Nova Allure said in his Rewjian twang, “Don’t think we’re gonna hafta shake any pirates this time.”

For a few moments, the only sound was the low, droning noise of the ship combined with the archaic ‘rock and roll’ being played over the comms.

“Yeah,” the Captain simply replied, slouched in the command chair with his legs outstretched on a console and hat over his eyes.

They all called him ‘Boss’ or ‘Captain’, his real name didn’t really matter much to anyone. He’d got into the business of deep-space mining after his commitment to the Penguenian Dominion Armada was up. It was one of the most lucrative trades in the galaxy, after all; lucrative, but dull.

“This run’ll rake in enough for us to go on a pretty long leave, right Boss?” asked the Rewjian monitors officer as he relit his cigarette.

“Yeah,” replied the Captain again, followed by happy exclamations from the two crewmen outside over the comms.

Hours went by. Every minute or so more and more raw ore piled into the cargo hold, filling the massive ship with trillions of tones that could be sold to the government or on the black market.

A rune began to flash on Byram’s sensor console, accompanied by a beep every time the diode lit.

“What is it, Byram?” the Captain asked as he sat up in response to the sudden activity of the sensors.

The Rewjian was silent for a few moments, examining his console carefully, “Boss, this can’t be right. We’ve got hundreds of contacts coming in fast. I think it’s a glitch. There ain’t no way anything living but us is out here.”

Over the comms came a distorted message from the crewmen outside.

The Captain and Byram stared at each other for a moment, both, for the first time thinking that the sensors weren’t glitched.

“Put external view on the monitor, now.”

What they saw would frighten the most hardened person. They seemed like millions of small, alien craft flanked by what was obviously a mammoth mothership, bearing in their direction. Not once in his career as a naval officer had he been so afraid, much less his career as a deep space miner.

“Are we gonna die, Boss?” Byram asked meekly, trembling in his seat.

The Captain flicked open a small plexipane panel on the armrest of his command chair and pressed the ‘last call’ button as he simply replied, “Yeah.”

The Nova Allure was no more.

Originally Posted by Chronosia

The Emperor stood before the altar, about which at least four prisoners of war were suspended, hooks and wire slowly rending into their flesh, as their own body weight drove them upon it. About him, his most trusted Sorcerors chanted incantations, the blood flowing from the bodies surging through ceremonial grooves, hissing through crack and crevice, glowing dully in the light.
The Great Lightning Claw scraped across the altar, sparking the stone, as the Emperor himself chanted in arcane tongues, the sticky red ichors shimmering, till they dispersed into a fine mist, rising about the crackling Talon, before being formed into a semi solid shape. It rose, eyes shimmering in black sockets of void, the blood that formed it changing, transmuting to energy itself.
"You...De Drakan, Chosen of the Gods, you dare summon Giz'nak! You shall rot in the flames of a thousand suns, you shall burn for violating my realm you shall-"
Lightning crackled about the Claw, but it was for Lifebane, the Daemon blade that the Emperor reached, driving it into the spirit which roared in pain and fury, crackling with energy as its essence was siphoned into the blade.
"Tell me what I wish to know, abomination...And I shall spare you imprisonment with your brethern and the souls of countless mortals in the blade."
"A new power rises, an evil that rends asunder those who call themselves humanity. They seek the cradle of Man"
"Terra..."
"Indeed; 'Earth'. They shall shatter all defences, even now the great procrastrinartors and defenders move to stop them; the ones who fought back the Shivan horde as it rent space asunder."
"The ESUS...Interesting."
"Assailed on all sides shall humanity be, by the will of the Gods they...Shall be destroyed" It hissed, writhing in agony, impaled upon the weapon. "Spare us, Marcus! Spare us......" And then it was gone, drawn into the blade as a dull tremor shook it, the being already within happy that its hunger was sated...for now.
Marcus De Drakan thought on what was said, and smiled, rare in itself, but not as rare as the crooning sound that filled the Imperial Palace. The bitter laughter of the Eternal Emperor of Chronosia...

Originally Posted by Trailers

Rear Commodore Aler Detqui tapped a few keys on his console before pushing the small hovering screen down into his desk. He stretched, happy to have finished his reports for the night. He walked down the hall with a bounce in his step, thinking of the meal awaiting him in his quearters, when a Midshipman IIIrd class apprehended him.
'M'lord, we need you at the bridge, incoming transmission from one a nearby mining operation of ours, top priority, don't know a thing about it..'
With a bit of a sigh, the commodore followed the young man to the nearest lift. Before long he had slid behind his intra-ship control grid console, which easily let him view all ship functions, communications, and nearby vessels. He youched the small flashing icon and a small window popped up with a concerned miner blinking away sweat and grit from his eyes.
'M'lord commodore? H-helo I'm uh Ves-', the man began
'Dispatch with the pleasantries will you? I'm missing a meal, now what is it?', slightests hint of a growl.
'Uh..first contact, unknown race, can't get a lock on their hulls with sensors..well..truth is..they don't HAVE hulls', the miner stuttered
'What the hell do you mean no hulls? If there are no hulls there are no ships. Good night.' he started to stand
'W-wait, there ARE ships, they just arn't made of a material we can lock on to, and their ships are well..transparent.', the miner yelled in a hurry, afraid he was going to lose his only hope of defense if those ships drifted any closer to his colony.
'You could have said thta in the first place, send us all your intel, I'll dispatch for some ships from the nearest military base, you just sit tight and don't try to communicate, we need a professional diplomat for that. Aliens tend to be touchy.' he stood now and closed the screen before the miner could waste more time. After sending a few communications officers scurrying to attract some bigger guns, Gods knew that they would need it if they were attacked, his ship was nothing more than a simple Obelisk class assault frigate, and alone wasn't much of a threat unless you were a primitive star ship of some form.

An asteroid sped through the mother ship, distorting the dark blue, into a strange unknown colour. The continuing stream of fighters swarmed mercilessly into the Galaxy consuming the asteroid field in its entirety. Glowing, each fighter began accelerate, increasing in speed until their trail seemed to extend into infinity.

Throughout the field, an echoing, unholy voice began to extend it’s reach, the Drej, a race of pure energy began to communicate in a language unknown to any but themselves, but with all data streams it could be cracked, given time.

“Helllavo chelaaaa keinraaaaf.”
“Jam the humans, disable their vessels.”

The streams of fighters began to approach what appeared to be human mining operations. Scans indicated the existence of two in the belt, partially defended, but lacking in any offensive ability.

Diving down towards the capital ship, the fighters suffered impacts from defensive fire. Hails of bullets and energy weapons erupted from the structure causing several fighters to dissipate into an almost ghostly form, but to the dismay of the defenders, they slowly regained their colour, and their strength. Several larger, more pointed craft, approached the mining vessel, passing through its shields with impunity, it latched onto the hull, in perfect silence.

As the defenders moved to repel the Drej from their vessel and their home, they would meet warriors without eyes, or features. They would only find a dark glow from their phantom bodies.

Across the belt, a primitive communication was halted. Triangulating the destination to a human system, the Mothership would move quickly to strike once the fighters had been recalled. Forming up into a great wall, the fighters moved upon the larger operation. Though some distance from the Mothership, the fighters were more than capable of wreaking the necessary destruction. Swarming in a great wave, in perfect timing the Drej descended upon the compound without hesitation nor mercy.

Chronosian Homeworld

As the Emperor turned his back on the bloodied dais, the runes glowed again with a new, renewed fire. Their energy increasing in light until they turned a dark blue, plummitting the room into the domain of the unnatural light. The air turned into a great wind of energy, pulling the blood from the floor.

In the centre, raised above the emperor, a ghostly shape formed, a crackling, dark being, spewed sparks forth in every direction, striking the ancient masonry of the hall and shattering it in a burst of energy. The room darkened even further, until the only light source was that of this new demon, this new creature, unbeckoned by Chaos.

“heelga fasala grerrath lullotila veeeeGRTAS hissssssssvor

Increasing in energy the creature disappeared, it’s communication unknown, it’s message unanswered.

OoC: Was my mining colony and frigate attacked just now? O.o' Or was that the other guys stuff? >.>

OoC: Was my mining colony and frigate attacked just now? O.o' Or was that the other guys stuff? >.>

Both are being attacked by fighter swarms while the mother ship makes its way out of the field. Keep in mind this is an introductory post, no huge armadas yet.

I'll be deleting this OOC post after you see it trailers, if you have to make an OOC post use the older defunct thread please.

The mining colony did indeed put up a valiant fight, to the last man in fact. But they were eventually overcome. Their civilian minds not well educated, were unable to understand how these ships were able to come back intact after being shot to pieces, or the strange blue spectres were able to get up after taking rounds the the face. One the other hand, the frigate attempted to communicate with the approaching swarm. Once it was obvious they had hostile intentions the heavy stream cannon fired its deadly piercing lance into their midst. They quickly speculated after the ghostly ships regenerated that their molecular makeup was different from that of normal ships. The Trailarii had in the past encountered similiar races (albeit not as hostile, primitive, and fewer in number). Just as the swarm descended on the frigate, a distress call was sent, and the stream cannon recallibrated to fire a negatively charged beam. This negative ion beam would short-circuit a normal ships systems, or in this case, cause the energy of the Drej fighters and their pilots to dissapate, and alltogether cease to exist as a sentient being. Only a few shots were managed before the bridge was overrun, and the secret to destroying the Drej died with the Commodore and his valiant helmsmen, for their communications ahd been scrambled before they could make it clear that these were beings of energy.
-Losses-

Mining colony MTA-233W9, outer rim, primary reactor struck by Drej weaponry, no survivors.

Obelisk ITA-44 'Triumph' boarded by Drej marines, loss of all hands.

TAG, I'll wait for something major to happen before I make a post. Because realistically, that is the only way I would know about the incursion. I have only made a brief contact with Chronosia ICly and I have never made contact with anyone else in the thread before.

Tagged for Intro where do you want me???

Tag can I join seeing as my nation has a history with the Drej if you've read the short stories I wrote

TAG for possible participation...

Send me a TG when and how you wish my introduction. I will also need an IC reason. Set me up with one.

Tag, for now. I'm going to have to get in on this, yes indeed...

Penguenia?

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OAI Basement 561
Office of Armada Intelligence, Penguenia Alpha
5:12:22 AM, Day 18, Month 3, Imperial Standard Year 864
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“I’ve never seen anything like it, Sirs,” began the short man in the white and red uniform of an Armada Intelligence officer, “We’ve checked and rechecked the xenos index more than a few times.”

The bluish-green glow of the holodisplay showing stills of the Nova Allure’s last recorded minute, a star map, and various other pieces of information lit the room around it. Murmurs could be heard from the shadowed background, beyond the almost eerie light. The room should have been cold, by all accounts, but not even the air cooling systems could make it temperate with all of the officers and analysts from various departments crowding into the relatively small place.

“We don’t care, Chung, I want your assessment on the situation, you’re the expert on alien filth,” replied the First Marshal Nachi Mitsune in her cold, but elegant voice, “The Emperor wants answers, answers from you and your department, Kilo-Commander Chung. Was this a misunderstanding or should we mobilize a fleet for battle?”

More murmurs came from the shadows. This was all too much pressure for the small Armada Intelligence officer Chung. Up to him? He wasn’t even an Admiral, for Emperor’s sake! Why? Why him?

“Sir, it isn’t that simple,” Chung answered as he tugged on his high collar, sweat rolling off of his brow, “We must take into account variou-“

“Kilo-Commander!” the beautiful First Marshal snapped, “Did you not hear me the first time? We do not care how simple the situation is. Are the blue glowy things a threat to this Dominion and our Emperor or not?”

Chung began to stutter out his reply, “S-s-sir, they are on the edge of oblivion... t-they attacked a ship of f-fools, there is no evidence that they are a t-t-threat to the Empire. However-“

“However what?” Mitsune interrupted, “I grow tired of your excuses, Kilo-Commander. I want an answer for the Empe-“

“Now, now Nachi,” came a voice from the back of the room, “What the Kilo-Commander is trying to tell us is that the abominations are a threat to the Empire, because all xenos are a cancer in this universe,” the voice continued as its owner emerged from the shadows, the bluish-green light from the holodisplay reflecting off of his glasses, “A cancer that we must crush to safeguard humanity. Isn’t that correct, Kilo-Commander Chung?”

“Y-y-yes, Grand Admiral,” Chung quickly agreed.

“See, Nachi, all you have to do is let the man speak,” said the man, putting his hand on Chung and the First Marshal’s backs.

“Then that is what we will tell the Emperor, isn’t it, Nick,” Mitsune angrily huffed in reply, “Shall we?” she continued, gesturing to the chamber door, already on her way out.

“We shall, my friend,” Grand Admiral Nicholas Myers said cheerfully, following suit.

Soon they would report directly to their Emperor. With that, the ESUS would learn, at least most of the limited knowledge that Penguenia had on this new, hostile race.

“Chung, continue your investigations, we’ll surely be back for another round of interrogation from the good First Marshal!” Myers assured the short Armada Intelligence officer, his voice trailing off as he and the First Marshal made their way down the hall to the elevator.

ooc: What has been passed on to the ESUS is only the most basic knowledge that was sent with the Nova Allure's last call; projected location, assumed physiology and capability etc.

3 Standard Days Later… Location Tellenia Minor, Outer Rim.

Through the expanse of eternal space, the stagnant background radiation leapt to life as comms chatter, screams, explosions and pleas for aide streamed out in every direction.

”This is Governor Mathews of Tellenia Minor, does anyone read? We are under direct attack form unknown hostiles, I repeat we are under direct attack, they have passed through the defence grid, our forces are trying to hold them, but we’re being overwhelmed, can someone please help us! I repeat can some… ceshhhhhh they are attceshhhhhhhhhhhh main generator is chesssh Species designated Shiv cheessssscch transmission being jamchessshhhh”

The great wine of stingers filled the lone system, as outdated, illarmed, and poorly trained fighters crawled to mount a defence. As the humans despaired the great swarm feasted upon the carnage.

Fifteen Minutes Earlier, Destroyer Medallion

“Destroyer Medallion, come in, report come in. Scout group Alpha has gone to condition red. We have unknown bandits on our tails, I repeat, we have unknown contacts that have passed the defence perimeter please advise?”

“Alpha, open a hailing frequency, attempt to negotiate. If they fail, execute search and destroy protocols.”

“Command, we have already executed preliminary warning procedures, we did say Bandits on our tails.”

“Look Alpha just follow your orders, open a hailing frequency and attempt preliminary contact.”

“Okay command, but these guys aren’t talking. Unknown fleet, please come in, you are entering Tellenian jurisdiction, please state your business or leave immediately. This is your only warning.”

“Anything Alpha?”

“Not a thing command, recommend a full alert, there’s only a few of em, not too much for us to handle. Obtaining target lock…… ehh command, we have nothing to lock onto”

“Re-route targeting to primary sensors Alpha.”

“Command, primary sensors show nothing, we only spotted these guys because we are in visual range, please advise on next course of action?”

“Retreat to Medallion, we will maintain a defensive position here. Give us a head count Alpha, how many are we facing?”

“Command, we have something a lot larger here, it’s huge, Command, it’s almost by our judgement two hundred Kilometres long, it’s launching thousands of fighters, command recommend you alert the governor, ETA until they reach the inner ring is six minutes.”

“Why didn’t you notice this before Alpha, it’s not hard to miss?”

“Command they just appeared, OUR sensors are useless, they appear to be heading straight for you. Recommend, evac right now.”

“Impossible Alpha, no one is ready, the governor is in the Matalkav Highlands, evac is not an option. Alpha? Come in?”

Medallion Bridge Ten Minutes Later

The great gun turrets screamed with fire as the twelve tonne projectiles leapt forth into space. Incoming drej fighters impacted upon the shields and passed through relentlessly, more worrying was that the destroyer had yet to face anything above fighter standard and yet their shields were down to fifteen percent. Admiral Hotola, was now in desperation. The inner defence grid was in ruins, turret debris lay scattered around his world in an ever declining orbit. Bodies impacted and disintegrated against the shields, and the newly constructed space station Haven, was destroyed, ten thousand lives lost in seconds.

“Tactical!” Hotolo boomed. “Where on Earth are my shields?”

“Unknown Admiral, we are performing an analysis on the aliens attack pattern. We have designated them Shivillians.”

“Very nice but it hardly helps with the problem. We are sitting ducks out here!”

“Shields down to four percent, aft emitter failing.”

WARNING HULL BREECH IMINENT

“Contain that deck, shut down the bulk heads and engage emergency shields.”

“We don’t have the power Admiral, shields are almost gone.”

“Shut down the shields and re route the energy to bulkhead force fields. Alert all hands, for imminent hull breeches.”

WARNING INTRUDER ALERT. WARNING INTRUDER ALERT.

“Deck Twelve to the bridge, Admiral we have multiple contacts moving through the ship, we are unable to stop them using conventional weaponry, whatever we do they just grow back, we are falling back to deck eleven. I ask permission to…”

“Admiral Internal Communications are down. Sensors report energy discharge in main engineering. We need to do something sir.”

“Admiral, we need to… Oh my God, what the hell is that?”

“Target all firepower on that mother ship, take it out. NOW!”

“Weapons not responding admiral, we are sitting ducks.”

“It doesn’t matter, there’s nothing more we could do. Goodbye Tellenia.”

As the planet suffered a direct hit from what the drej Mothership, fragments of rock, lava and debris hurtled into space, consuming the battle ridden destroyer.

OOC: Plenty of opportunity for people to jump on board now ^_^

Fate is a crazy thing. It throws things together in the most opertunic Moments, and this is what it had done now. A Cylonian Fleet, which had intended on destroying the population of the system found nothing more then a hunk of floating rocks.

+++Damn, Target Gone, Move to next target.+++ Came a Femenin Voice.

+++Roger+++ Came the replies. Their was a second, before the ships jumped to the next Human Ocupied System, Named by the Cylons as Keda Four.

They jumped in and began battle procedure 3, Overwealm the Enemy with Firepower and raiders. Thus the Three Basestars launched fighters, and then looked out at the Hellish scean before them.

Erethral Blue Ships moved across the system, overwhealming the humans in the system. The Mother Ship was huge, moving towards the Planet with slow agony. The Cylons immidietly felt stronger, faster and in better condition then before. Mainly because the ships and Warriors drew power out of the forces that floated in space. With the Drej their, they syphoned off a small proportion without choice, making them 20% to 30% more effective.

+++Unidentified ships, we will assist you in destroying the Human Menace if you leave the planet to our own forces to clear. This is our request, please respond.+++

Outer rim mining colony - 2 days post Drej contact

The diplomatic fleet had come, fashionably late as usual, prepared to meet a new race with open arms, what they found was over 220 frozen corpses orbiting in a small ring around the largest asteroid in the field. The remains of the colony and the frigate were not far off. Horrified, the diplomats had been crammed into a shuttle and sent home with orders to bring back more warships. This new race, nicknamed the Ravage by disgruntled officers, was apparently hostile. A hyperspace residue reading ship had been dragged in and was calculating where the Ravage had gone after tearing apart this little asteroid colony. It took some time but eventually they were tracked down to a remote system several hundred light years away. The jump was calculated, and one by one the super-capital mammoths slipped into hyperspace.

Tellenia Minor - Estimated 7 hours post Drej contact

The slipstream navigation system had to readjust their entrance due to an unnatural amount of debris in the Tellenia system. The navigators found themselves a little confused by the fact that the local habitable planet was not visible, or even on sensors. After a few quick system diagnostics they discerned that a planetbuster class WMD had been deployed, hence the missing planet. Sensor readings and that same slipstream residue tracking method showed that they had again missed the Ravage, but were catching up. A few moments to override the unnecessary 'alert you are surrounded by wreckage' warning and the fleet jumped once more, this time intending to plant 4 super-capital class Diablo VII assault cruisers, and a whole mess of fighters in the Ravage's lap.

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The small guardian fleet on the far edge of Beta Aurigean territory was conducting a routine survey of all Aurigean communications in the area when the distress call was patched through via one of the arrays.

"Sir, array Alpha 3 seems to have picked up a distress call."

Captain Sean O'Neil glanced up from thr reports he was reading, "Who did it come from?"

"Well sir, we're not sure exactly," replied the bridge officer, "The best we can tell is that the message originated in a system about 2 parsecs away."

"What was it about," inquired O'Neil.

"It was badly fragmented sir, but the message said something about blue ghosts."

"Was there a visual with it."

"Only one brief image sir."

"Well put it on the front screen then," ordered O'Neil.

Suddenly an extremely blurred image appeared on the screen. The picture lasted for only a few seconds but the image of hundreds of blue blurs could be made out before the picture was terminated.

"What shall we do captain?"

"Send a message to both the Admiral and the governmental council. Tell them that we are going to investgate this threat. Meanwhile, send them the co-oridinants of our destination and have them begin massing the fleet. If they don't hear from us in 2 days tell them to shore up the home defenses and get their asses out here to stop these things."

"Aye sir," the officer replied as he hurried to the comm station.

"Helm set a course for the origin of that message and be ready to take the fleet there as soon as the message is sent."

"Course plotted and laid in sir."

"Message sent Captain," called the officer from the comm station.

"Very well, helm engage."

The starlines unfolded around them as the fleet jumped into hyperspace.

Meanwhile in orbit around Beta Aurigae VII...

Fleet Admiral Kevin Wallace was just contemplating what he should do for dinner when a red light began blinking on the comm panel in his quarters. Rising from his chair he moved to the wall and pressed the button, "Wallace here. What is it?"

"Sir, we have recieved a message from Captain O'Neil. His fleet is stationed out near the border. Anyway, I'm patching the message through to your quarters now."

"Thank you," replied Wallace as the officer on the other end terminated the connection.

Wallace walked over to his comm screen and called up the message. After hearing it, the Admiral decided that he had better speak with the council on this matter and sent a comm to the bridge.

"Bridge, this is Wallace, have the flight crews ready my shuttle. I need to speak with the Governmental Council on an imortant matter right away."

"Aye sir, you know it was funny you should say that, they just commed us about five minutes ago requesting to see you at once."

"Indeed, Wallace out."

He strode from his quarters and boarded the lift at the end of the corridor for the quick ride down to the docking bay. When he arrived he found his shuttle prepped and ready to go. He walked up the ramp where he was greeted by the shuttle pilot.

"Welcome aboard Admiral," the man said snapping to attention.

"Thank you ensign, now lets get down the planet as quickly as possible."

"Very well Admiral, please have a seat in the ship's lounge, I will inform you when we arrive," said the ensign as he settled himself in the pilot seat.

The shuttle lifted smoothly from the deckplates and passed into the cold blackness of space. As they began their descent to the planet the ensign commed shield control, "This is shuttle Beta Six from the Sabertooth, requesting deactivation of the planetary shield. I am transfering my clearance code now."

"Stand by," came a voice through the comm, "You are cleared for landing Beta Six, I hope the Admiral will enjoy his stay on the planet."

A few minutes later, the shuttle had landed on the roof of the council building and the Admiral walked quickly down to the coucil's private chamber. As he entered the room he was greeted by the sight of thirteen men wearing midnight blue robes. The council members rose in greeting, "I see you have recieved our message Admiral," noted Klev Kisharn the leading council member.

"Yes, sir," replied Wallace, "My response is what shall we do about these "blue ghosts."

"It is the decision of the council that you shall do exactly as Captain O'Neil's message suggested, send out the call and begin massing the fleet for a stopgap defense of this things, outside our territory. If there is no response from him at the end of the required two days, send the fleet in."

"I shall begin preparations immediatly," replied Wallace and he smartly turned on his heel and left the room. The wheels of war had begun to turn.

"We'll be coming out of hyperspace in two minutes captain," reported the ensign at helm control.

"Initialize red alert throughout the fleet. All pilots to their ships, all personnel to their battle stations, deflector shields at maximum."

"Aye sir, red alert initialized. We're coming up on the co-ordinants sir, entering realspace now."

As the fleet arrived in the system, they were met with a grisly scene. Bodies and debris floated throughout space. And what appeared to be a small colony was completely destroyed.

"Are there any life readings," asked O'Neil even though he already knew the answer.

"Negative sir, there's just nothing left but debris."

"Damn," muttered O'Neil, "We were too late."

"Sir, there are remants of a slipstream trail in the area."

"Can we track it," replied the Captain.

"I believe so sir."

"Good ensign, determine their destination and plot a course. Oh and drop a transmitter beacon so the rest of the fleet can follow us."

"Aye sir, the course is set and the beacon programmed and dropped."

"Take us there ensign."

The fleet again vanished into hyperspace hoping to catch up with the aliens before they caused any more damage.

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High Imperial Quarters
Karos Graveyard, Ultamix Galaxy

So far, the invasion of the Milky Way was going quite well. The Tarsonis system had been completely taken over, and despite the fact that several enemy vessels had tried to stop them, the Asrengarde had only lost several ships. Now Empress Azshara had sent Remora craft all over the galaxy to try and pinpoint humanity's weaknesses. With the addition of her new Cylon allies, it seemed victory was assured.

However, something troubled her.

Gravity waves had been detected on Tarsonis Prime, eminating from somewhere near the galactic rim. They matched the patterns of a planet being anihilated by some sort of enormous energy blast. Though the Asrengarde posessed such technology, the amount of power needed to use it made it prohibitive.

What if there was another force to deal with? What if there was a chance of failure?

No! She banished the thought from her head. The Asrengarde were the chosen of Elune, it was their destiny to conquer the human plight. They had overthrown the original Feazanthian government and slain all that had stood in their way. They were returning to their original greatness.

The Empress sighed and laid back in her throne. She commanded that one of her male human slaves be brought in. They were ugly, yes, but all beings looked the same with the lights off, and she needed some relaxation.

The Emperor chuckled at the disturbance, before turning from the Altar, striding forth through the corridors of the palace, meditating on what had just now come to pass...
He smiled wryly, moving to his throne room, seating himself upon that vast edifice of basalt and bone.
"Ready an Attack Fleet...I shall be at its head; our destination...is Terra" He chuckled. They had left, cradle of Mankind, centuries before...And left the ideals of an Imperium behind them. Marcus saw that the corpse god was not the true master of man; the Chronosian people had been testament to that, to his dominion over humanity...And yet they had fallen to Chaos; seen the true light, as mighty and benighted Horus must have seen so many years ago...Now they would return to the world where once they were born...For the first time in so long; Marcus would again tread the fabled soil of Terra; not as Lord or Savior...But as Destroyer

The Lord Diplomat scowled. He had recently purchased very expensive tickets to an exlcusive film, and only had seven minutes to get there.

His aide walked up, excitedly, and began babbling to him, about a planet..
"Sir, sir! There's been a planet, we think it's been destroyed, sir! Sir-"

The Lord Diplomat cut him off angrily. "Send them a basket of Kashan fruits."

His aide looked shocked, and assumed his employer couldn't have heard him correctly. "Sir! A planet has been destroyed!"

The Lord Diplomat casually hit him in the back of his neck, and watched him collapse to the ground. He then walked over the the DiploDoer25673.88, and pressed the "Fruit" button.

A small basket of fruit materialised near the destroyed planet...