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Somewhere in Chronosian space

A small Mole fleet glided out of Hyperspace. It consisted of 1 MSD, 2MCD 3 interdictors and 6 frigates

'Sir, we have now entered Chronosian space!'

'Excellant... Prepare to carry out the plan... Are there any ships nearby?'

'Scanning now sir...'

OOC: Just ignore these ships and carry on... it is important for later. Just watch...

Secret IC: The Covert 6th Imperial fleet had followed the Moleland Interdictors under the aid of cloak. Carefully documenting and recording every transmission made, they carried out the plan...

Admiral Yarris drummed his fingers on the desk as the crew worked at their consoles.

"They have exited hyperspace... it would appear they are scanning for other ships..."

"They should find none. Continue to follow them. Is our agent in place?"

"Yes Admiral."

"Good. At the first sign of trouble, send out the agents signal."

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20 bahamut destroyers and 20000 slip fighters left the aura system and headed for the Chronosian empire. they entered transwarp

TIN, Check your Pants are not around your Midrift!

TIN, Check your Pants are not around your Midrift!

Aye aye skippy!

Yarris was relaxed, calmly sipping Mint tea as he watched the Moleish fleet advance.

"Anything?"

"Negative."

"Hmm..."

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You Have a Pants aroung your Midrift problem again!

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The first tagger! Let's hold an interview!

Bumpy... *Waits for Chronosia*

A Lone Monitoring station, for the most part civilian, yet still moderately armed, hovered in the void as the sensor arrays went wild.
"Unauthorised vessels; you have violated Chronosian Space; should you refuse to leave, we shall be forced to fire and commend thy souls to Chaos....We repeat, should you continue to violate our territorial sovereignty we shall be forced to engage you..."

"Unauthorised vessels; you have violated Chronosian Space; should you refuse to leave, we shall be forced to fire and commend thy souls to Chaos....We repeat, should you continue to violate our territorial sovereignty we shall be forced to engage you..."

Stevens smirked at this transmission, 'What I do now is for the good and future of Moleland'

He turned to his fist officer.

'Order the fleet to open fire and destroy that station.'

'Aye sir!'

The weapons onboard the fleet charged up, and opened fire with heavy turbo laser fire on the station...

Yarris stood up, his face of horror as the Station came under fire.

"So... the Mole reveals his true intentions... Carry out the plan."

"Yes Admiral. Sending signal and activating agent."

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Back with the Striker, the Emperor and Gregory were still in coversation.

*Beep Beep*

Gregory looked at his comm device.

"Excuse me a second... Yes... They did? ...And what about... I see. Very well. Carry out your orders. Gregory out."

Gregory walked over to the Emperor, wispering somthing in his ear. The Emperor then turned to Striker.

"It seems that somthing has come up... we must leave at once. If you'll excuse me."

The Emperor and Gregory mashed their wrist controls on their Bionic arms, and immediatly teleported back to their Mothership.

OOC: Wasn't all transporter research supposed to be banned? ;)

OOC: Indeed

IC: King Mole watched as they disappeared.

As I thought... Not all is at it seems... What have they learnt...?

Back onboard the Infinity

"Emperor... It is indeed true. One of Molelands commanders has turned rogue. Looks like he plans to usurp power."

"Hmm. Admiral Stevens is a fool. I should have snapped him in two when I had the chance... Oh well, this means we must push forward our timetable. We shall have to reveal to Striker our plans soon."

"Admiral Transmission comming in. Code Bantha."

"Hmm? Put it through my private channel, and display in my quarters. Come Gregory."

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The Emperor tapped a few buttons. The display activated, and the grim face of Admiral Yarris appeared on the screen.

"Admiral, Report."

"Yes My Emperor. I trust you are in good health."

"Enough with the Formalities Admiral, the Emperor asked you a question!"

"I aplogise Lord Gregory. As we have learned, Moleland has opened fire on a small outpost on the Chronosian Border. Moleland is facing war it cannot win."

"And it was not on the Emperors orders..." Added Gregory.

"Yes My Lord. Stevens appears to be trying a military coup, by winning support from the public... a lot like what your father did My Emperor."

"Indeed. Continue to monitor the situation. What is the status of the new Goliath class mech?"

"My Emperor, it nears completion."

"Excellent. And what of the Dimensional mining?"

"Yes My Emperor. The resources we have taken from the other universe prove useful. With the Alternate Imperial fleet gone, our armada found little or no resistance. We have secured all Imperial territory, and are proceding to strip it of everything useful."

"Excellent. Is the Planet Arcadia also located in that universe?"

"Indeed my Emperor. We are currently collecting as much Moonstone as possible... although we found the planet totally uninhabitable. It seems the Gregory of this universe Virus bombed the planet."

"How horrible..."

"Indeed Gregory. It is part of the Imperial code not to kill unless it will benefit us... there is no benefit in needless slaughter."

"Very good Admiral. Keep me updated. Is the Agent in place?"

"Yes My Emperor. He is set to commence operations. Yarris out."

The Emperor turned to Gregory.

"Looks like we're going to have to kill a number of Moles to keep Striker in power."

"For the greater good, we have no choice my Emperor."

"Very well. Let us return to the bridge."

OOC: Hmm, well it seems that the forums have woken up at last...

OOC: Aye

*Looks forward to a good RP*

*Waits*

*waits as well*

BTW: TIN, have you read my manifesto?

*waits as well*

BTW: TIN, have you read my manifesto?

Nope - too busy with my college assignment - Making the game.

it's not that long, it contains nothing that serious... Click on the MOBRA link in siggy

OOC: Moley, I don't want to wait forever for Chronosia, and I don't want this RP to die... it's too important. Just Assume the station was destroyed and carry on with the RP.

OOC: Aye aye sir!

IC: Stevens watched as the station burst into flames.

'Set a course for the Bath system.'

'Yes Sir.'

The fleet turned around and exited the system and headed straight towards Mole space.

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Meanwhile

'My Lord, We have detected weapons fire across the border in Chronosian space!'

'What? Where is Stevens?'

'Heading towards the bath system!'

'Prepare my ship for launch...'

'My holiness, no excort is ready...'

'Then we lead without it. Let's go!'

Moley I suggest you read this: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=419511

It's long long read however...

As King Striker made his way towards the Battle scene, Admiral Yarris and his 6th fleet were already following him under the protection of cloak...

"At the first sign of trouble, have the agent activate the device."

"Aye Admiral. The Agent reports he is active and ready."

Meanwhile, onboard the MSD Revenge

'Sir, we are being intercepted!'

'By whom?'

'Super crusier Mole!'

'Escort?

'None sir!'

'Excellant! Fire upon my command...'

Meanwhile

'We have arrived my majesty.'

'Thank you.'

'Stevens is exiting hyperspace now.'

Sure enough, Stevens fleet exited hyperspace

'Stevens, Explain your actions. Your weren't ordered to attack them!'

'I was doing what was best for Moleland!'

'You were doing was was best for your self-esteem! You may have led us straight into war!'

'A war which will make Moleland Great once more...'

'A War that may destroy us!!!'

'What! The mole can never been defeated!'

'Don't you see! Our weapons are no match for other nations. We need peace for our developement...'

Stevens paused.
'Maybe our weapons are no match for other nations... But they are more than a match for you'

Stevens turned to his officer. 'Fire!'

With that, Stevens' fleet opened fire on the super crusier.

'Return fire!'

'We can't... our weapons are down... they've been sabotaged!'

'What?'

Stevens laughed

'I have some friends in surprising places! Farewell Striker.Nothing personal. I was hoping I could win you over, but no matter'

'Your a fool Stevens! The debris will show Mole weapon signatures...'

'The debris will show Chronosian weapon signatures. Remember... I have powerful friends... Resume fire!'

Another blow hit the Ship.

'Sheilds holding at 75%. Shall we launch fighters?'

'Yes... Do that...'

"Now Admiral?"

"Now."

A massive fleet, consisting of at least 50 unidentifiable cruisers decloaked over the Supercruiser Mole. Admiral Yarris smiled as he tapped many buttons on his console.

"Renegade Mole Fleet, this is the Admiral of the Hydra Fleet. I would advise you stand down and surrender at once or I shall be forced to crush you."

To show he wasn't joking, a large cannon popped out of the ships main cannon deck, blasting a massive jolt of Blue Energy into Stevens flagship.

"Heh heh heh... Like the new Chaos Cannon? I advise you surrender or withdraw at once."

"Now Admiral?"

"Now."

A massive fleet, consisting of at least 50 unidentifiable cruisers decloaked over the Supercruiser Mole. Admiral Yarris smiled as he tapped many buttons on his console.

"Renegade Mole Fleet, this is the Admiral of the Hydra Fleet. I would advise you stand down and surrender at once or I shall be forced to crush you."

To show he wasn't joking, a large cannon popped out of the ships main cannon deck, blasting a massive jolt of Blue Energy into Stevens flagship.

"Heh heh heh... Like the new Chaos Cannon? I advise you surrender or withdraw at once."

'Sheilds holding at 67% Sir.'

'Grrr... Curse you... Whoever you are... You will burn for this interference in Mole internal poltics!'

He turned to his officer, 'Retreat!!'

'Aye sir!'

The fleet turned around and withdrew.

'Thank you Admrial. Your timing was most excellant. You are welcome to dock at any dockyard in Moleland as you wish.'

Back at the Imperial Navy

Lord Gregory continued to look out of his window, as a man walked into the room.

"My Lord! Message for you, code Hydra!"

"Good work. Hand it to me and leave."

"As you wish my Lord."

The soldier gave the Imperial Salute, and left the room. Gregory looked down at the panel. At read 3 simple words. It has begun.

Gregory Smiled and activated his commlink.

"Prepare to deploy the fleet. War with Moleland is immenent."

'Sheilds holding at 67% Sir.'

'Grrr... Curse you Imperials! You will burn for this interference in Mole internal poltics!'

He turned to his officer, 'Retreat!!'

'Aye sir!'

The fleet turned around and withdrew.

'Thank you Admrial. Your timing was most excellant. You are welcome to dock at any dockyard in Moleland as you wish.'

OOC: You don't know they are Imperials... Thats the point. I will assume you did not say that and RP as such.

IC:Admiral Yarris opened a commlink to the Flagship.

"King Striker, your nation has been turned against you. The Moles on that very ship have orders to betray you... we need you to come with us."

Pressing a button on his console, King Mole was teleported over to the bridge of the flagship, the Chameleon.

"Welcome King Striker. I am Admiral Yarris of the Hydra Fleet. I am willing to answer any questions you may have."

OOC: You don't know they are Imperials... Thats the point. I will assume you did not say that and RP as such.

IC:Admiral Yarris opened a commlink to the Flagship.

"King Striker, your nation has been turned against you. The Moles on that very ship have orders to betray you... we need you to come with us."

Pressing a button on his console, King Mole was teleported over to the bridge of the flagship, the Chameleon.

"Welcome King Striker. I am Admiral Yarris of the Hydra Fleet. I am willing to answer any questions you may have."

OOC: Aye aye. *Edits post*

IC: 'Whoah... erm... Who are you, and why am I here?

Meanwhile, Onboard the vengence

'Sir, we are deep in the Waste of space system Sir.'

'Thank you... Who was that fleet... Maybe Striker was right...We are weaker than other nations. Hack into the Com-sat system!'

'Aye sir!'

OOC: Aye aye. *Edits post*

IC: 'Whoah... erm... Who are you, and why am I here?

"Heh heh heh... I assumed your first question would be like that... you are aboard the Chameleon, My personal flagship. Who I represent is currently a secret matter, but rest assured we are friends. We have been following you for some time...which reminds me."

Yarris turned to the comms officer.

"Cloak the fleet, and set a course for Earth."

The Fleet were quick to cloak and came about, warming up the advanced Jump engines they carried.

"Your own crew were preparing to kill you on the bridge, and the destruction of your ship would have also resulted in the loss of evidence. I assure you he will have the ship destroyed anyway, and he will claim you are dead. I'm sure he also already has a faked Hologram, naming him as the new Emperor. We must crush him. And unfortunatly, this does mean we have to turn your fleet to scrap."

Meanwhile, Onboard the vengence

'Sir, we are deep in the Waste of space system Sir.'

'Thank you... Who was that fleet... Maybe Striker was right...We are weaker than other nations. Hack into the Com-sat system!'

'Aye sir!'

Little did Stevens know that the Empire was more sinister than anyone could know... a cloaked vessel was still following him, while bugs placed by Moles working for the Empire were recording everything... covert opeations were watching him everywhere, and the fool knew nothing.

One particular Mole watched on the bridge with interest as Stevens ordered that hacking of the Comm-sat system...

"Heh heh heh... I assumed your first question would be like that... you are aboard the Chameleon, My personal flagship. Who I represent is currently a secret matter, but rest assured we are friends. We have been following you for some time...which reminds me."

Yarris turned to the comms officer.

"Cloak the fleet, and set a course for Earth."

The Fleet were quick to cloak and came about, warming up the advanced Jump engines they carried.

"Your own crew were preparing to kill you on the bridge, and the destruction of your ship would have also resulted in the loss of evidence. I assure you he will have the ship destroyed anyway, and he will claim you are dead. I'm sure he also already has a faked Hologram, naming him as the new Emperor. We must crush him. And unfortunatly, this does mean we have to turn your fleet to scrap."


'I understand your concern, Admiral, But I must return to Moleland straight away. I must warn the population to this threat. I demand to be returned to my flagship. I'm sure you over estimate the amount of spies onboard.'

Meanwhile

'We have hacked in Sir.'

'Excellant. Begin transmission..'

The following is audible throughout Mole Space

'Peoples of Moleland, i bring you sad news. It appears that all that we stand for was betrayed. By whom I hear you ask? Our new King is the obvious enemy, but there are deeper forces, that even I am not sure about.'

'I found it strange that the King did not want war with Chronosia... Then it hit me... What if Chronosia were not responsible... But someone else. Some other foreign power wanting control of Moleland.'

'How did they do this? Simple. Remove the old King, and, in his place, install a 'puppet' of theirs, so they could control Moleland from the top, and leave us vunerable for invasion!'

'How do I know this? I admit, I tried to Destroy our new King... but i am not a traitor. I am a loyal Mole who has learned the truth - Seen the light if you will - My fears of an enemy within was confirmed when my fleet was attacked by Cloaked ships behind The King.'

'People of Moleland, we must stand and fight until we unmask this enemy, and destroy it! Thank you for your time!'

Yarris was about to reply as his wrist beeped.

"Hmm... it would appear that we have a serious problem... I'm sorry King Striker, but according to our spies your former Admiral has just turned your people against you."

Yarris showed Striker the Transmission from the hacked comm sattalite.

"It looks like he may soon declare your Allies, The Imperial Navy as enemies as well. We're taking you back to Earth to meet with the Imperials. We need to plan what we can do to help you. I know it's tough, but you're going to have to trust us."

Striker read the transmission.

'His transmission is a bit farfetched... I need to counter it. If the people here no other source, they will believe this rubbish. Return me to Moleland, and the imperials can meet me there.'

Meanwhile

'What now sir?'

'We move on. They will be able to track us back to here. We head for inot empty space!'

'Aye sir!'

Stevens suddnely noticed one of the officers on the bridge that was not at his post, preparing the hyperspace jump.

'Officer! to your post!'

"Hmm... Very well... but we will be watching. At the first sign of trouble we will teleport you from the Facility."

Yarris turned to the comm officer.

"Set a course for mole space, and keep descreit."

"Aye Admiral."

The Fleet came about, blasting into hyperspace.

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"Officer! To your post!"

The Mole smiled, and was quickly teleported away...

A few seconds later, there was an explosion in the hyperspace engine, as the Mole Teleported back to the cloaked vessel...

'Sir, Hyperspace engines down sir... We are exiting hyperspace...'

'Where?'

'Right on the edge of a major trade link!'

'We must get off hear. Move way form here at max impulse... And fix the engine.'

'We can't. It is damaged beyond repair...'

'Sir, the rest of the fleet is returning.'

'Abandon ship. Launch all ships and enter the other ships... This enemy within is more powerful than I imagined...'

'Aye sir!'

The MSD Revenge was hastily abandoned. within a few minutes, the ship was empty.

'Destroy the ship.'

'Aye sir'

The fleet opened fire, and quickly destroyed the old Flagship. It then quickly continued on with it's journey.

Captain Daalos, Commander of the ship following the renegade fleet sat in thought. These moles were desperate and would do anything to gain power...

"So... he seeks the Moleland throne by any means nessesary. We have a Megalomaniac on our hands. We shall follow him for now."

They continued their pursuit of the fleet.

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The Fleet exited hyperspace over the Moleland Homeworld. King Striker was placed on the Teleport pad.

"The Imperial fleet will be here in an hour. We shall be watching too. Be careful. I hope you know what you are doing. Be sure to inform Molthing of these events, and tell him to be cautious."

King Striker was teleported back into the throne room.

Reply later.

Gotta run. I'll continue this tomorrow.

Reply later.

Gotta run. I'll continue this tomorrow.

Bye bye.

OOC: May I first thank Frisbeeteria for deleting the spam...

IC: In the throne room

Striker suddenly appeared, to the surprise to Grand Admiral Stewert.

'At ease Grand Admiral. I must transmit a messege.'

'Yes, your majesty.'

{The following is audible throughout Mole space}

'Citizens of Moleland. I have sad news to report. Grand Admiral stevens and his fleet have betrayed you. There attempt to sease power has been prevented, and they have invented a rubbish story to cover there tracks.'

'He is a traitor and I shall handsomely reward the crew that is responsible for his demise.'

Meanwhile

...For his demise

'What should we do sir?'

'We lie low, and see what happens for a while... Wait a second, transmit on a secure signal, order the rest of the fleet to continue on this course. Head towards these co-ordinates'

Stevens punched up the location.

'Why sir? That is a minefeild!'

'We are being followed. This ship laid that minefeild many years ago... So we will not be attacked by it. But any other vessel will be... cloaked or not!'

'Aye sir!'

Captain Daalos could see the New flagship, MCD Invincible Changing course.

Captain Daalos smirked as she listened to the conversation from the bugs.

"Fool. We are not stupid... Fire a tracer bug at the ships engines and have it resonate a Chronosian signal... Then their own platforms will fire on them! You may think you are smart Stevens... but in reality, you are the greatest fool I have ever faced..."

"Aye Captain. And the rest of the fleet?"

"Another ship is already on it's way-it will follow the rest of the fleet for us... our spies will watch over them until then."

Out of nowhere a small bug, still cloaked planted itself onto the engines and began to resonate a different signal, while small prongs from the bugs mouth dug into the ship and accessed it's sensor arrays, ensuring they would not detect it.

OOC: Ok ammended. The 6th fleet has forbidden technologies, secret technologies, and even alien technologies... thats why it's so secret... ;)

Captain Daalos smirked as she listened to the conversation from the bugs.

"Fool. We are not stupid... as soon as they enter the Minefield, fire concussion shells... that will detonate the mines around the ship and disable it... We shall hold just outside of the field until then. You may think you are smart Stevens... but in reality, you are the greatest fool I have ever faced..."

"Aye Captain. And the rest of the fleet?"

"Another ship is already on it's way-it will follow the rest of the fleet for us... our spies will watch over them until then."

OOC: That is not what i meant by mines.

Mines are small space objects which fire a laser weapon at any ship within range (Some are fitted with ion cannons, others when destroy frie concussion missiles at what destroyed them!)

Revise your post ;)

OOC: Ammended. Please explain in more detail in future.

OOC: Aye aye!

IC: The Invincible exited hyperspace just inside the minefield. The mines began firing the blue beams of ion canon fire... Straight at the invincible!

'Sir, the mines are targetting us! Sheilds holding at 91%'

'What? Check internal sensors!'

'We are apparently an Chronosian vessel..'

'So, we are being followed...'

'Sheilds at 83%... What shall we do?'

'Commence evasive action, but head for the center of the minefield!'

'Aye sir! Sheilds at 75%'

'The mines are still firing at us...'

'We are still being watched though... and being listened to...'

Nothing more was said. Except the crew yelling 'Aye sir!'

'Sheilds at 45%'

Suddenly, every single Ship onboard the invincible was launched, from fighters to shuttles, and entered hyperspace heading in random directions. Shortly afterwards, the Invincible headed back towards the main fleet

OOC: You may now want to ammend your post as well... the ship did not follow you. It held position at a safe distance. Why follow you into a dangerous field when we can monitor you with spies? ;)

I did not mention once in my last post that I followed you.

OOC: You may now want to ammend your post as well... the ship did not follow you. It held position at a safe distance. Why follow you into a dangerous field when we can monitor you with spies? ;)

I did not mention once in my last post that I followed you.

Ok then... changed

Ok then...

OOC: Thanks. By the way, I'm free for the rest of the day-lessons cancelled. :D

OOC: Thanks. By the way, I'm free for the rest of the day-lessons cancelled. :D

I have lessons all day... :(

But I might skip some...

"What do you think the chances are that Stevens was on one of those vessels?" Said the Vice-Captain, puzzled.

"It would seem that our need to follow this fleet has ended. Destroy them."

"Aye Captain. Detonate the charges."

Onboard the ships of the fleet mole spies activated the charges placed on the power cores, and teleported back to the cloaked vessel, which quickly jumped into hyperspace, leaving behind carnage... the ship headed back to the Mole Homeworld, where the rest of the fleet awaited...

OOC: Of course I couldn't get EVERY ship, so just choose the ones you want damaged. The Flagship will of course take major damage. Some spies have not detonated theirs, instead stayed on the Ships to await orders and continue spying.

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Admiral Yarris continued to monitor the situation.

"Has anything wrong happened to King Striker?"

"Negative."

"Keep an eye on them."

"Admiral, the Imperial fleet has arrived out of Hyperspace."

"Really? Then it appears battle is near."

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"This is Lord Gregory. All Admirals report."

"This is Admiral Gilder, all systems active."

"Admiral Kabal here, Everythings good."

"Admiral Galacian reporting my Lord... everything is ready."

"Admiral Vyse here Lord Gregory, all ships powered up."

"Lord Bellena here my Lord, we're all set."

"This is Grand Admiral Dangar. All ships, maintain yellow alert."

Message to King Striker:

My friend! I trust you are in good health. We have picked up the recent transmissions and came to help. Can we be of assistance?"

The MCD was heavy damaged, then disabled by the minefield

A few of the smallier ships were disbaled... but most them escaped into hyperspace.

On one particular shuttle... Shuttle 'Escape'

'At this rate, we will fleet left... I reckon they have bugged the whole fleet... Abandon it as a decoy. Head towards the Waste of Space 4 Dockyard. W'ell get some new ships there.'

'Aye sir!'

The escape ships dispersed there hyperspace trail and headed towards the dockyard.

Meanwhile

'I have no word of where his fleet is. You are welcome to land if you wish, friends!'

"If he attacks we shall crush him... hmm... hold on a second."

Gregory tapped his wrist console.

"My Lord Gregory, they are heading for waste of Space 4 to get more ships... it seems inevitable that you will have to fight them."

"Very good. Abort your spy missions-return to the fleet. We shall deal with them when the time arises."

"Aye my Lord. We're pulling the plug and pulling out."

"...Err King Striker, we shall be keeping the fleet in orbit for a while... I shall be comming down to see you personally now."

Gregory quickly materialised in front of the young king and shook his hand.

"Good to see you safe old friend. It appears that the Emperor should have snapped Stevens neck when he had the chance."

"If he attacks we shall crush him... hmm... hold on a second."

Gregory tapped his wrist console.

"My Lord Gregory, they are heading for waste of Space 4 to get more ships... it seems inevitable that you will have to fight them."

"Very good. Abort your spy missions-return to the fleet. We shall deal with them when the time arises."

"Aye my Lord. We're pulling the plug and pulling out."

"...Err King Striker, we shall be keeping the fleet in orbit for a while... I shall be comming down to see you personally now."

Gregory quickly materialised in front of the young king and shook his hand.

"Good to see you safe old friend. It appears that the Emperor should have snapped Stevens neck when he had the chance."

'It does appear so... I'm still wondering what your conects you to the other fleet i met...'

Meanwhile

'Sir, we have arrived at the dockyard'

'Excellant, prepare to 'Borrow the ships here.'

'Aye sir'

The shuttles headed towards the ships.

'Hail incoming ships. State your business.'

'We are the new crews for this vessel.'

'Password?'

'Honour'

'accepted. Proceed'

'Thankyou.'

The shuttles landed and warmed the ships up...'

(Check PMs)

Gregory smiled.

"Other fleet? What other fleet?"

Gregory smiled.

"Other fleet? What other fleet?"

Striker chuckled. 'The fleet that rescued me from Stevens?'

(Continue this after the race ;))

Striker chuckled. 'The fleet that rescued me from Stevens?'

"Hmm... Know of no fleet... tell me, where did they come from?"

"Hmm... Know of no fleet... tell me, where did they come from?"

'No matter. Do you ahve any idea where Stevens is?'

Meanwhile

'Launch the fleet!'

The 3 ships, 1 MCD, and 2 interdictors launched.

'What now sir?'

'We lie low... away form probes and com sats.'

'why sir?'

'We are not strong enough to take on the King straight out. We need to weaken trust in him first...'

"I have no idea..."

Perhaps I do.

Gregory and Striker turned to see the shadowy figure of Yarris standing next to the Molthing throne.

"My Lord... Perhaps it is time we revealed to Striker who we really are."

OOC: Act suprised... ;)

"I have no idea..."

Perhaps I do.

Gregory and Striker turned to see the shadowy figure of Yarris standing next to the Molthing throne.

"My Lord... Perhaps it is time we revealed to Striker who we really are."

OOC: Act suprised... ;)

'How did you get in here?????' Striker had half a mind to order his arrest, but remember how Yarris saved his life.

OOC: Perfect music for this moment. (http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/gamecube/Eternal_Darkness_Final_Boss.mid)

Gregory sighed, and gave a weak smile.

"Hmm... Perhaps it is the right time Yarris."

Striker turned to Gregory, his face much more serious than usual.

"King Striker, may I introduce Admiral Yarris, Admiral of the 6th Imperial fleet, Codenamed Hydra."

Yarris stepped forward.

"For years we have been monitoring you-even before you came into contact with us. We have placed 'moles' ( :D ) into your society, to watch over and protect you."

"But we never harmed you in any way, or interfered with your culture. (Lie!)"

"Indeed Lord Gregory. But we have some darker secrets to tell you of... they may be difficult for you to hear, but they were for the greater good. Will you listen to them?"

OOC: Perfect music for this moment. (http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/gamecube/Eternal_Darkness_Final_Boss.mid)

Gregory sighed, and gave a weak smile.

"Hmm... Perhaps it is the right time Yarris."

Striker turned to Gregory, his face much more serious than usual.

"King Striker, may I introduce Admiral Yarris, Admiral of the 6th Imperial fleet, Codenamed Hydra."

Yarris stepped forward.

"For years we have been monitoring you-even before you came into contact with us. We have placed 'moles' ( :D ) into your society, to watch over and protect you."

"But we never harmed you in any way, or interfered with your culture. (Lie!)"

"Indeed Lord Gregory. But we have some darker secrets to tell you of... they may be difficult for you to hear, but they were for the greater good. Will you listen to them?"

Striker felt his body burning up with rage, but he maintained an open felling of calm. 'Proceed'

"The Altenate incident was planned, not an accident. While we defeated their forces in our universe, Yarris and his 6th fleet slipped in and took over their dimension. We are now proceeding to strip it of it's resources for a top secret weapons project... now, we are willing to help you, if you will join us."

Gregory paced forward and placed his hand on Strikers shoulder.

"Striker. We've been through a lot together. You've helped us countless times. Isn't it time we helped you? Join us and secure our peoples for generations to come. Together nothing will stand in our way! We shall sweep aside all who challenge us, and bring a new era of order into the people!"

Admiral Yarris stepped up.

"Our covert operations contain many forbidden technologies, but only for our own good. We would be willing to share our technology in exchange for your help."

'If you have all these 'technolgies', why do you need my help?'

'If you have all these 'technolgies', why do you need my help?'

"Simply, we hoped you would be willing to share in our triumph. We could fuse our technologies together and create the ultimate weapons... of course we will also share all our technology with you... think of it. Moonstone cannons on every Mole Cruiser, and advanced hyperdrive technology."

Gregory interrupted once more.

"Simply to put it, we need man... er, mole power to assist us, as well as your wisdom and guidance. We want you to choose a man to co-command the research program, as well as design new craft, mixed with our most advanced technology."

"It is true. Out of all the species we have encountered in the last 200 years, yours is the most advanced. We decided to offer our services to you, and allow you to offer your services to us."

(To utter the immortal line:)

"Join us, and together we will restore order to our part of the galaxy."

OOC: The benefits of joining me are: Open access to Imperial Technology, new trading oppertunities with Arcadia, Your own covert fleet will be set up by the Imperial Navy to work alongside Yarris, with ships featuring the best technology of both races, And full knowlege of Imperial covert operations. I do hope your character accepts... or truly cataclysmic events will occur.

Striker was in left with a difficult choice.

He could see the obvious benefits of agreeing. But he knew what it would mean for Moleland. No longer the Great power in it's own right, but more of a 'satelytte (Sp?)' state to The Imperial Navy.

'I will have to consider this proposal. In the mean time, may I make one very large request?'

"State your request so that we may consider it."

'I request you remove all spies and bugs from Moelland within 48 hours.'

'I request you remove all spies and bugs from Moelland within 48 hours.'

Gregory chuckled and lifted a panel.

"My friend... we withdrew them almost 2 monhs ago... we were using them to spy on Stevens. They're now all on their way back to the fleet. Do you think we'd make you an offer of friendship when you felt you were being watched? And the bugs were all self destructed."

Gregory pointed to the Imperial Leaf on Gregorys shoulder.

"When we gave you that leaf, it was a true symbol of friendship. We have no intention of seizing power, nor do we want to change any of your laws or customs. All we want, is an exchange of technology. To seize your countries power is needless, they already have the most competent ruler in the galaxy. Make your people proud Striker. Make the right decision."

OOC: The bugs really were removed, and Gregory really does trust you. And just to clarify, the Empire does not make "States" unless it is to annex an enemy, like Valua. The Empires true goal is order and peace for it's people - no matter the cost. A lot like me really... ;)

Gregory chuckled and lifted a panel.

"My friend... we withdrew them almost 2 monhs ago... we were using them to spy on Stevens. They're now all on their way back to the fleet. Do you think we'd make you an offer of friendship when you felt you were being watched? And the bugs were all self destructed."

Gregory pointed to the Imperial Leaf on Gregorys shoulder.

"When we gave you that leaf, it was a true symbol of friendship. We have no intention of seizing power, nor do we want to change any of your laws or customs. All we want, is an exchange of technology. To seize your countries power is needless, they already have the most competent ruler in the galaxy. Make your people proud Striker. Make the right decision."

OOC: The bugs really were removed, and Gregory really does trust you. And just to clarify, the Empire does not make "States" unless it is to annex an enemy, like Valua. The Empires true goal is order and peace for it's people - no matter the cost. A lot like me really... ;)


'Hmm... I'm not prepared to make any agreement today... perhaps some other time? I base this on not on my feelings, but also of the people. Humans are not amazingly popular in this nation. Visit the waste of space dockyard if you don't believe me?!'

OOC: Check your PMs. Urgently.

IC: "I understand. Now, lets take care of Grand Admiral Stevens shall we? He will most likely be preparing to attack you."

'He lacks enough support to start a direct assault. I think anyway.'

Striker walked over to a pannel and pushed a button.

'Grand Admiral, enter, please'

Stewert entered

'What has happened since the transmission?'

'There has been a few anti-you riots, but they were easily crushed. There have been no defections. It appears the people believe Stevens to be insane.'

'Very good. More than likely he is hiding somewhere... but where..'

OOC: Done so!

"Hmm... we withdrew our spies from his fleet when he became suspicious. We have no idea where he could be. But we must be cautious. If the people fear humans, he could be able to use that fear against us, as we support you."

Gregory turned to Yarris.

"Return to your ship, and remain cloaked. We may need you to be our suprise in case of emergency."

"A wise decision. At once my Lord."

Yarris gave the Imperial Salute, and teleported back to the Chameleon.

Gregory took a flask from his pocket, taking a swig of Blue Liquoa.

"Now Striker. What happened today may change Imperial/Moleland relations forever, but we are determined to remain your friends. We are, after all your only main allies."

'Yes... I advise you to be careful. The population is generally brain washed. They will believe a lot of things... if Stevens gets even a shred of proof, he can amke them believe anything.

Meanwhile

'Sir, we are behind waste of Space 1

'Good. Hold orbit. we must wait...'

'For what?'

'Until they make the first move... we must find there weakness and find out who the enemy was... Set a course for Moleland straight away!'

'Why sir?'

'I have a plan!'

As Gregory discussed tactics with Striker, an Imperial Naval officer materialised near the door, and ran up to Gregory.

"My Lord! Urgent message from Talos II!"

"Excellent. You may go."

"As you wish, my Lord."

He handed a large console over to Gregory, and disapeared.

"Hmm... The tide may yet turn Striker. Word has come from Talos II... a sucessful test run of the Chaos Mooncannon. A much more enhanced version of the moonstone cannon-powered by the yellow Moon Crystal. It could tear a chunk out of a planet... and it is being bought here to be fitted to my Flagship, the Infinity."

Gregory chuckled and balled his hand into a fist.

"Do you now see the power we posess? Why we must hide our forbidden research from the other pathetic fools of this Galaxy? They fear power, but I simply want to harness it."

'There is such a thing as too much power. Absoloute power corrupts absoloutly. remember the you we met in the the universe? He had absoloute power, and look what happened to him?'

Meanwhile

'We have arrived'

'Open a channel, and request permission to land a shuttle... but ypu ask. they will recognise me.'

'Aye sir.'

'This is Moleland. State your business'

'We request to land a shuttle... a few crew members which to have some leave to visit family...'

'Approved. Land in the main hanger bay.'

'Thank you.'

'There is such a thing as too much power. Absoloute power corrupts absoloutly. remember the you we met in the the universe? He had absoloute power, and look what happened to him?'

"His madness was linked to the loss of Bellena. He used his power for vengeance. I use my power for protection, and trust me, I am not a man of total power. I am not corrupt. I only seek to protect our peoples. And if that means using forbidden tech, then so be it."

'Very well. But be careful. I find your ideas very risky, and one day you may risk too much!'

Meanwhile

'And that is your mission Katarn. Do you understand Commander?'

'Aye sir!'

The shuttle was launched, and landed in the hanger bay.

Katarn made his way towards his objective, towards the throne room...

Gregory noticed a mole enter the throne room.

"I advise you come no closer... explain who you are, and why you are here."

OOC: Ok gonna be inactive for a short time - got work to do. Back in an hour or so.

The Mole bowed.

'Sorry. I did not mean to interupt. I thought I might find Grand Admrial Stewert here.'

Striker responded, 'I think he has returned to his office.'

'Thank you, your holiness'

The troop saluted and left the room again.

Outside

Commander Katarn made his way to the office...

Gregory was quite clearly curious, and tapped a few buttons on his wrist.

"If you'll excuse me Striker, this is one man I intend to spy on."

A small spider-like creature detatched from his wrist, a small red eye apon it. It immediatly cloaked, and crawled out of the room...

Gregory was quite clearly curious, and tapped a few buttons on his wrist.

"If you'll excuse me Striker, this is one man I intend to spy on."

A small spider-like creature detatched from his wrist, a small red eye apon it. It immediatly cloaked, and crawled out of the room...

OOC: Stolen this idea from Doctor who?

IC: Katarn heard the metallic click of the spider following him. He looked around. He could not see it... or smell it. But he knew he was being followed, but by what?

He decided to go amongst a large crowd and try and lose it... but where? Suddnely it hit him... The training college is a few floors down...

He almost ran to lift, and descended a few floors. He then ried to blend in with the new soliders that just left the college...

OOC: I felt doctor who deserved an NS use... :D

IC: The Spider continued to follow, locking onto his DNA signiture. It began to craw slower, to lessen the clanking.

Emperor Gregory pressed another button, and a 3D image of the Spiders view was displayed.

"Just as I suspected. If he's no spy, why is he being cautious? I knew that mole had somthing about him."

Katarn continued and went back towards the office. He arrived and the two troops he met saluted.

'The Grand admiral has ordered no visitors.'

'What I have to say is urgent and top secret. Tell him this.'

'Yes sir!'

One of the troops entered the office.

There was a short wait until he returned.

'The Grand admiral will see you... But make it quick!'

'Thank you.'

Katarn entered the office, and the door sealed behind him, preventing the Spider from see what was happening inside...

Check PM's Tin.

The Spiders forbidden technology was better than expected. Digging a claw into the wall, it listened in, with a micro-camera aiming directly at the mole...

"When will these fools learn that a door cannot stop a spy?"

'Well Solider what is your news.'

'I know where Stevens' fleet is'

'You do?'

'Yes, but i'm being followed. Is there somewhere else we could talk?'

'Hmm... there is here'

Stewert pointed to an area on a map.

'Excellant... perfect... We must go there, quickly.'

'It better be good information...'

The door suddnely opened, as the two moles ran down the hall towards a area labelled 'Waste disposal'

"It appears your majesty, that Stevens is trying to corrupt your Admirals. I Advise you have all remaining commanders report to their flagships and await in orbit, so that they may not be tainted by this fool. Have them refuse any contact with transports and other craft, and only accept orders directly from you."

'I don't see your evidence for this. The commander is right, he is being spyed upon.'

'However, i concur with your advice. I shall give the order immediately.'

OOC: Is your spider following them?

OOC: We've already gathered enough important data. The Spider has returned to Gregory.

IC: Gregory folded the Spider back into it's slot.

"It is... unsafe for you to remain on this planet. Do you have a flagship that you can report to? I will accompany you as well, in case of betrayal on your own ship."

'Yes. the Super Crusier Mole. It has just been fixed as well. We shall go there at once!'

Meanwhile

At last the two moles reached the emptiness of waste disposal.

'What is your information K...'

Stewert broke off as he saw Katarn aiming his blaster at him.

'I'm sorry Grand Admiral, but this is for the greater good of Moleland'

With that, the rifle was fired, and from this range, it was instantly fatal.

The Commander removed a device from his backpack. A new spying device known as a a 'holographic disguise unit'. It copied the external body of Stewert, and projected this around Katarn. He now looked, sounded and was Stewert. Any tests would show he was. However, if he commited a hostile action, the disguise would fail!

'Stewert' Picked up the corpse, took identification and other useful documents, before throwing the body into the waste disposal unit.

He now headed back towards the throne room... nobody noticing the Commander had disappeared...

OOC: You do know about this of course... ;)

OOC: We, having been in Moleland for a long time have learned most of your tech, and have such created countermeasures... Keep him away from imperial officers, as they will see through the disguise instantly with their implants.

IC: "Don't worry about transports. Just give me the co-ords and we shall teleport there at once."

'Excellant. It's in this hanger bay'

Striker hands Gregory the co-ordinates.

Meanwhile

'Stewert' has recieved the order to return his flagship. He rushes there straight away.

'Welcome back sir!'

'Thank you. Where is the King. I have urgent news for him!'

'I think he's onboard his ship...'

"One more think Striker... if anyone tries to speak with you, allow me to monitor as well. I have a stinking suspicion about what happened... and it may mean we can trust no-one."

'Very Well.'

Striker and Gregory were now on the bridge.

'Your holiness, a messege is coming from Grand Admiral Stewert. He says it's urgent!'

'Let's hear it.'

'My Lord, that commander who came to see, he was a defector. Steven's fleet is in orbit. He is on board the fleet orbiting now...'

As he said this, 1 MCD and 2 interdictors suddenly blasted out of orbit, away from the planet and prepared to enter hyperspace.

'Is that them?'

'Yes! That's them!'

'Excellant. That commander will be rewarded.' He turned to his communications and navigation officers.

'Pursue that fleet! Order there interception!'

'Yes your holiness'

"It is a trap." said Gregory, smiling.

"That is not Stewart. The mole who discussed with him, killed him and used a Holographic imaging system to impersonate him. Sounds a bit far fetched, but we know much about you. I suggest you reconsider your actions, before his foolish trap actually works."

'Are you sure? I doubt it.. He has only 8 ships under his command. He has a whole battle fleet after him now...'

'What is your instruction, your majesty...'

Striker considered...'We pursue them.'

The ship continued the pursuit...

OOC: Don't worry. You are not in danger... yet!

Gregory was swift in contacting his fleet. He wispered into his commlink.

"All Admirals, caution is now essential. We know this is a trap, but unfortunatly these moles appear to be fooled. Prepare for possible combat, or ambush."

"Yes My Lord!" Came the shout from all Admirals.

"Good. Dangar, what is the status of the Chaos Mooncannon?"

"My Lord, It has been fitted, and is currently having final adjustments."

"Good. I want it up and running and ready to fire in the next 10 minutes."

"As you wish my Lord. Dangar out."

The small Fleet continued running. Suddnely it was draged out of hyperspace by a huge fleet of 15 interdictors, 12 MCD and 25 frigates.

Soon, the super crusier followed.

'Give it up Stevens, you cannot escape now!'

'It is indeed over... Curse that commander... he has betrayed us all... I wish to make a conditionial surrender...'

Striker was obviously surprised by this.

'Really... What are your terms?'

OOC: It is really Stevens...

"All ships, be alert! I don't like the sound of this..."

"Yes my Lord. The Chaos Mooncannon is online!"

"Good. I shall be joining you shortly when things are gurenteed to escalate. There is no way such a moron would just surrender. He is planning somthing."

"Aye My Lord."

'I only request a fair trial...'

'Is that all?'

'Yes...'

Striker consider this. He heard the mumberlings of Gregory behind him.

'What do you think we should do Gregory?'

"Probably best not to ask me. I'd have his ship destroyed on sight. This sort of behavior is not tolerated by my people. If he were an Imperial Admiral, he would have died that day my Emperor held him by the throat."

Gregory smiled

"But I am prepared in case things go wrong."

'Thank you Gregory.'

He returned to his transmission.

'Stevens I accept your surrender. Launch a shuttle craft, and have all you ships lower their sheilds.'

'Very well..'

What is Steven's game...

Stevens did as instruct. His ships were then disabled.

A shuttle went to board his shuttle...

'That was easy...'

"Stick close to me Striker... I seriously suspect somthing dangerous is about to occur. We may need to escape."

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Aboard his cloaked ship, Yarris continued to monitor the situation.

"What the heck is he doing?"

"I have no idea sir. Looks like a classic trap."

"I agree. We should be prepared. Is the Chaos cannon ready?"

"Fully charged sir. And the Chaos mooncannon has been fitted to Lord Gregorys flagship."

"Excellent. Do not do anything to alarm Stevens... hold our position."

"Aye Admiral."

Stevens was taken without any resistance and thrown into a prision area.

'Well, It doesn't seem to have been a trap?'

"How confusing... Why did he give up?"

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"What?"

"He gave up Admiral."

"This is too good to be true... monitor the situation! I feel there may be foul play afoot!"

'Take Steven's back to Moleland. Put him into maxium security!'

'Yes your majesty!'

'I'm not sure what Steven's game is... I'm sure we will find out...'

The Super Crusier entered Hyperspace, followed by the ship that had Stevens onboard...

"Follow them. Bring the whole fleet."

The fleet quickly lept to hyperspace right behind Gregory and Striker.

After sometime, the Ships reached Moleland.

Steven's was taken down to the Prision Wing in the mountain, under heavy escort, and was locked away. A date for his trial was set fro a few hours time.

'Looks like Steven's is finished. But there are two things that seem to confuse me...' Striker said to Gregory back onboard the ship.

"And what are those two things?"

'I still don't understand why Stevens made such a weak fight of it... and I get the feeling I've forgotten something...'

'I still don't understand why Stevens made such a weak fight of it... and I get the feeling I've forgotten something...'
You think you've forgotten somthing... Thought Gregory.

We still need to deal with the matter of that spy onboard Stewarts vessel...

"Think hard. What is it you have forgotten?"

Striker thought... his memory failed him...

'I'm sure it'll come back to me. Now, do wish to watch this trial?'

"I suppose so... i'm not leaving your side until Stevens is dealt with."

And if he tries anything... i'll have to deal with him myself...

'Ok. This way'

A few hours later

Striker and Gregory were the only ones in a highj gallery above the Court room.

Suddenly, the dorrs flung open, and Stevens was dragged in, and stood in what was probably a dock.

The judge read out a series of crimes to him.

'Grand Admiral Stevens. You stand here accused of several Crimes. These are:-

Going AWOL, How do you plead? Guilty or not guilty.?'

'Guilty'

'Attacking on a freindly vessel on purpose. How do you plead? Gui...'

'Guilty'

'Please do not interrupt! Attempting to assinate the King and take power. How do you plead?'

'Guilty'

'Very well. As you ahve pleaded guilty to all crimes, there will be a 15 minute break while I consider a punishment!'

'Consider a punishment?' Striker spoke with anger. 'Consider? I thought the sentence was obvious!'

Gregory grabbed striker as he walked forwards.

"Striker! Control yourself. You are in a court of law. What the judge does is his decision. I'm sure he will get the punishment that fits him."

OOC: Well, I'm running off home. See ya tomorrow!

Gregory grabbed striker as he walked forwards.

"Striker! Control yourself. You are in a court of law. What the judge does is his decision. I'm sure he will get the punishment that fits him."

'Hmm... Quite correct we will find out.'

OOC: bye bye.

OOC: Good morning! I can't think of anything to say right now, so just proceed to the judges decision.

OOC: Morning.

IC:The Judge returned after his break.

'The crimes you have commited, demand a death sentence, and therefore I shall pass onto you a death sentence. However, I have taken into account your guilty plea, and your surrender. You shall be shot by firing squad at dawn tomorrow.'

'I understand'

'Do you have any last requests?

A smile cracked across Stevens' lips, 'Just one...' He looked straight up intot he gallery where Striekr and gregory were sitting, 'That cloaked fleet that attacked me... who were they?'

Gregory turned to Striker, his face of rage.

"SO THIS WAS HIS PLAN! Striker, I am afraid if you tell him anything I will have to kill you. To reveal the identity of the fleet would Jeperdise us all. He must not know."

Gregory lifted his clawed hand.

"Striker, I ask you as a friend, and as an Imperial officer. Tell him nothing."

'I don't intend to.'

He looked down back at Stevens, 'Your request is denied.'

Stevens looked back.

'Very well'

Stevens was led away by the by some troops.

'There we are. He's done for.'

Meanwhile... Secret IC:...

'Yes sir Grand Admrial Stewert, you can view the Throne room observation recordings.'

'Thank you trooper.'

The Grand Admiral viewed the a particular area of the recordings.

'"Hmm... Perhaps it is the right time Yarris."

"King Striker, may I introduce Admiral Yarris, Admiral of the 6th Imperial fleet, Codenamed Hydra."

"For years we have been monitoring you-even before you came into contact with us. We have placed 'moles' into your society, to watch over and protect you."

"But we never harmed you in any way, or interfered with your culture."

"Indeed Lord Gregory. But we have some darker secrets to tell you of... they may be difficult for you to hear, but they were for the greater good. Will you listen to them?"

A smile cracked over the Grand Admiral Lips as he pressed the 'copy' button ont he console and inserted a data disk...

OOC: I have decided to add further intreige into this RP... :D

IC:

A mole suddenly turned, looking at 'Stewart.'

"For freedom!"

The Mole drew a pistol, firing 16 shots into Stewart, all aimed at his head...

Shortly after this, the 'mole' deativated it's holographic Generator... and in the moles place now stood a Hyacombian warrior.

"Death to Moleland! Death to The Imperial Navy! Slaves we will be no more!"

OOC: Damn it you You've ruined Steven's escape plan!

Check your PMs

IC: Stewert fell to the ground. His wounds were instantly fatal.

'What! Stop that Hycombian scum.'

Suddenly the hyacombian was sorrounded by several Mole troopers.

'Set blasters on kill!'

The troopers opened fire on the hyacombian...

Meanwhile

As Striker was talking to Gregory.

Warning. Intruder alert, Intruder alert on Floor 83....

Why... That's right next to the throne room...

OOC: The Hyacombians are like predetors.

IC: The Hyacombian howled with laughter and teleported from the room.

Gregory looked with horror as Hyacombians began teleporting into the courtroom.

"Do you see now? These are the true assasins of King Mole, not Chronosia!"

Gregory turned as a Hyacombian teleported into the room.

"ARRRRR!"

Gregory ripped into his chest, tearing out it's heart. He held the still beating glob in his hand...

"Striker, we must escape! They must be after you now! Gregory to Infinity, Get us out of here!"

Gregory and Striker were instantly teleported to Gregorys Flagship...

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A Hyacombian held up Stevens by the throat.

"What of this one?"

"Bring him with us. He may prove useful."

A hyacombian smashed Stevens in the face, rendering him unconcious...

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"Admiral Yarris! Hyacombian vessel off the port bow!"

"Turn and fire!"

"Too late! They're going to hyperspace!"

Sure enough, before anything could be done, they had exited into Hyperspace...

"Track them!"

"Aye sir."

'How did the hyacombians get the teleportation... I've really got to modfy mole Mountains sheilds to prevent teleportation...'

Meanwhile

One of the commanders inspected Stewert's body.

'Hmm... What's this?'

The commander picked up the data disk.

I'll have to watch this later.'

A clone trooper ran up to him, 'Sir, the hyacombian has escaped sir.!'

'Damn scumbags... 'Contact Whatever ship King Mole is on!'

'Yes sir!'

*Waits a reply*

'My holiness, this is Commander peter, I have some grave news to report...'

Gregory was busy wiping the blood from his claw.

"Damn Greed-blooded scum... I knew they were the ones behind this!"

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Stevens awoke on some kind of biological chair.

"It is awake."

"Ugh. What an ugly Specimen. Where did you find it?"

"When we tried to get Striker. It seems our agent asassinated the wrong man."

"Fool. See he is punished."

"Yes Holiness."

Striker replyed, 'Hmm... maybe you're right. Anyway, how did the hycombians get the ability to teleport?

(You should be recieving a transmission)

Meanwhile...

Steven's awoke.

Hyacombians...'

'What do you scumbags want from me!'

"My Lord, transmission from the Mole vessel. They want to talk to Striker."

"Patch them through."

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A Hyacombian smashed Stevens in the face.

"Fool! It is us who ask the questions. What were you doing with the Imperials? Why are they here, and most of all why is the sourge of the Hyacombian Imperium here? The one named Gregory."

'I asure you I know nothing... In fact, you just rescued me from execution...'

Meanwhile

Striker heard the messege.

'What is it Commander?'

'My lord, I'm afraid it appears the hyacombians have assinated Grand Admiral Stewert!'

'What?'

He turned to Greogory, 'Wasn't he spying?'

Gregory Smiled.

"Heh... it seems that the Hyacombians have solved a problem for us. Tell them to search his belt. They should find a holo-device that will allow us to see the real him-then you shall see I was not lying."

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"And once you have told us what you need to know, we shall delay your execution no longer... unless you give us somthing useful... TELL ME!"

'Commander, check Stewert's body!'

'Yes My holiness.'

The commander poked around and deactivated the disguise.

'It's not Stewert... it's Commander Katarn.'

'Have you found anytihng else?'

'No, Your majesty.'

'very well... Destroy his body.'

'Yes, my lord.'

Meanwhile

'Well, I was attempting to get some information about was happening... For you see, I was sentenced to death for trying to take power...

"Do you believe me now Striker? Do you trust me?"

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"And why were you trying to take power? It seems a foolish aim to me..."

'I believe you. i shoudl ahve trusted you. I just wasn't sure wether it was correct. Let's get those Hyacombians.'

Meanwhile

'Because, Someone is using Striker as a puppet... to control Moleland. I'm had a spy trying to gather information, while I was a distraction on trial... I wonder how he did...'

One of the commanders inspected Stewert's body.

'Hmm... What's this?'

The commander picked up the data disk.

I'll have to watch this later.

An Imperial Agent, dressed in black and his face masked, teleported out of nowhere in front of the suprised Commander. He was unidentifiable from his remarks.

"Excuse me sir, but we have been monitoring the situation, and I'm afraid I must relieve you of the disk."

He quickly snatched it and vanished in another teleport beam.

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Yarris swiveled in his chair as the agent teleported back to the bridge.

"You have the disk?"

"Yes My Lord."

"Good. Destroy it. It was a good job that we did not follow Gregory's orders."

"If he finds out you've kept the bugs online you're a dead man sir."

"And if he finds out I can have them vaporised with the push of a button-removing all evidence. There is no need to worry."

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"Oh Yes there is commander..." Chuckled Gregory, monitoring the whole thing himself...

"Striker, this situation is getting out of hand. We must find the Hyacombians and destroy them all."

An Imperial Agent, dressed in black and his face masked, teleported out of nowhere in front of the suprised Commander. He was unidentifiable from his remarks.

"Excuse me sir, but we have been monitoring the situation, and I'm afraid I must relieve you of the disk."

He quickly snatched it and vanished in another teleport beam.

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It is important for the RP that this datadisk is not lost. Please remove this.

It is important for the RP that this datadisk is not lost. Please remove this.

Do you not remember that there is still a copy in the mainframe? Just have somone check the computer and find the recording...

OOC: Ok.

OOC: It is of course, an intended mistake that will follow into Yarris's hands... Nw back to the matter of Stevens.

IC: "Political agenda does not concern us... now what are the Imperials up to?"

An Imperial Agent, dressed in black and his face masked, teleported out of nowhere in front of the suprised Commander. He was unidentifiable from his remarks.

"Excuse me sir, but we have been monitoring the situation, and I'm afraid I must relieve you of the disk."

He quickly snatched it and vanished in another teleport beam.

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Yarris swiveled in his chair as the agent teleported back to the bridge.

"You have the disk?"

"Yes My Lord."

"Good. Destroy it. It was a good job that we did not follow Gregory's orders."

"If he finds out you've kept the bugs online you're a dead man sir."

"And if he finds out I can have them vaporised with the push of a button-removing all evidence. There is no need to worry."

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"Oh Yes there is commander..." Chuckled Gregory, monitoring the whole thing himself...

"Striker, this situation is getting out of hand. We must find the Hyacombians and destroy them all."


The commander was confused. What was that about?

As Katarn's body was taken away, he approached the memory store.

'Let's see what was 'last copied.''

He taped a few buttons, and messege was played once again...

So that was it... The commanders body filled with rage Stevens was right!!!!!!!

The commander took a risk, and made another copy using a different disk.

I'm out of here Peter's ran out of the room adn headed for his house...

Well, I'm off for the weekend. Have a lovely time. I shall see you monday. If you just reply to the Hyacombian post, that will be fine.

OOC: It is of course, an intended mistake that will follow into Yarris's hands... Nw back to the matter of Stevens.

IC: "Political agenda does not concern us... now what are the Imperials up to?"

I'm in the dark. My spy, acting as Grand Admiral stewert was going to find out..

OOC: See ya!

"Hmm... Never mind. We shall learn in time. We are preparing a major offensive... you will have the honor of watching your people die, before we kill you as well. Take him to the containment unit."

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"My Lord! We have traced the Hyperspace signal!"

"And what have you learned?"

"They were heading for Arcadia, My Lord."

"Oh Lords of Imperia help us... Striker, they are using this incident as a distraction to attack our colony. I must take the fleet to Arcadia! Will you help us?"

Gregory opened a commlink to Yarris.

"Yarris, keep your fleet here... we may need you in case of emergency."

"Yes My Lord."

'I'll see how much of the Bath defence fleet can be scrambled. I'll need to comunicate with them first though.'

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As Steven's was dragged away he yelled back, 'You'll regret this, you can not defeat The Imperial Navy...' A smile appeared on his lips, 'Not on your own anyway!'

'I'll see how much of the Bath defence fleet can be scrambled. I'll need to comunicate with them first though.'

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As Steven's was dragged away he yelled back, 'You'll regret this, you can not defeat The Imperial Navy...' A smile appeared on his lips, 'Not on your own anyway!'

"Understood. All ships, lay in a course for Arcadia and get us there at maximum hyperspeed!"

"At once my Lord!"

The Entire fleet lept out of the system in an orange light, while the 6th fleet hung under cloak...

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The Hyacombian gave a look resembling a smile.

"Perhaps you will enjoy the experience... seeing as you hate this 'Striker' so much... I have plans in store... perhaps you will prove useful after all."

He turned to a henchman.

"Take him to the medbay and fit him with a restraining bolt. Then we can use him..."

OOC: What's an restraining bolt do?

IC: Striker used the Ship's tranmission system.

'Govenor Snderson. This your King. I have an order you must carry out.'

'Yes my Lord?'

'Send as much of the Bath defence fleet you can spare to Arcadia. Understood?'

'Yes.

OOC: The restraining bolt allows the Hyacombians to control your body, including motion and speech functions. Stevens can still think, but he'd effectively be a Hyacombian puppet.

IC: The fleet continued to punch forward.

"C'mon... How long now?"

"2 Minutes sir... we're maxed out for speed..."

"Push her harder... fly her apart if you have to!"

'No... You can't do this to me... I'm willing to make you a deal...'

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'I'd rather we didn't tear the ship apart...'

'No... You can't do this to me... I'm willing to make you a deal...'

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'I'd rather we didn't tear the ship apart...'

"We need nothing from a primative Mole... your body is help enough..."

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"My Lord! We are here!"

The ship jumped out of hyperspace to a horror scene.

Avatar Mechs were desperately holding back Hyacombian cruisers, while the Imperial Defense station was blasting shot after shot from it's biocannons, smashing into the Hyacombians and melting them. But more and more ships were still arriving from hyperspace.

"Ready my Mech... I shall fight myself. All ships, attack!"

'Come on be reasonable, here me out. I can offer more than just my body...'

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Striker could do little else but observe this battle.

'Good luck, my friend.'

The Hyacombian chuckled.

"Fool... you are clearly begging for mercy... weasel."

He smashed him in the face again.

"Moleish and human emotions are so pathetic... you shall bow before us. Fit him with the restraining bolt at once."

He was slapped onto a biological chair that seemed to wrap round him, and a small slimy creature was stuffed into his ear... and great pain followed.

The shis was suddenly rocked.

"What is it?"

"Commander, the Imperial fleet has arrived."

"Good. It's all going according to plan. Commence operation!"

"Yes Commander."

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Gregory tore into another Vessel, ripping tentacle-like wires and other goo from the ships hull.

"Eugh... this is disgusting. Is Strikers fleet here yet?"

"Negative."

"Ah well. Prepare to fire the Chaos Mooncannon. Target the flagship-let's see if we can dicapitate this attacking force."

"Aye My Lord. Preparing to fire."

'No... you can't I have an offer for...' He stopped as the creature was pressed in his ear...

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Back in the bath system

'Good Luck grand Admrial Bates. I would rather you brought back some of your ships.'

'Yes Govenor. Let's go fleet'

The small fleet, consisting of 1 MSD's, 2 MCD's, 5 interdictors and 12 frigates set off towards Arcadia.

Back at Moleland...

Yarris was still waiting for an update. His face was grim, and he sipped on his tea as usual.

"Admiral! Ships exiting Hyperspace!"

"Imperial?"

"HYACOMBIAN! It's a second fleet, and they're in battle formation!"

"Shit. Gregory was right-it was a trap. Prepare to attack! Decloak the fleet!"

A massive 6th fleet decloaked... and army of unknown ships appeared, and a mass of laser shot into the Hyacombian fleet.

In Mole Mountain

'Grand admiral, Hyacombian ships are in orbit!'

'Aye! As King Mole is not in Mole Space, commence order number 1'

'Yes sir.'

Attention all Mole ships. Unless you are on essention defence duties, you are immediately recalled to Moleland under order number 1. Defend the Motherland!

[On the edge of Mole Space]

Turn the fleet around, full speed to Moleland!

'Yes Sir!'

This was similar to many other patrol fleets, which exited hyperspace in small groups... along with the main defence fleet...

The 3 MSD, 21 MCD, 23 interdictors and 45 frigates lauched fighters, biombers and anything with a weapon into the fray. Then, they also opened fire...

"Chaos Mooncannon Ready sir!"

"FIRE!"

A full blast ejected from the vessel, a massive blast of pure Moon Energy... the ship was blasted with a full burst, ripping the ship in half.

On board, it jilted the creature from Stevens ear, and the tables tentacles came loose, writhing in agony...

OOC: You should notice Hyacombian shuttles a few rooms down... Told ya I had an idea. ;)

Moley, Check PMs.

Stevens Saw the Creature taht had visited his ear.

Bye bye

He quickly stamped on it, flattening it.

He looked around. No Hyacombians in site. I must get out of this battle... and find my spy...

He Saw the shuttle bay nearby, and headed towards it...

OOC: What's happening down at the Moleland battle?

OOC: The Hyacombian's second fleet has dropped out of Hyperspace there, and the Imperial 6th fleet has decloaked to face it. Thats about it for now. Now check ya PMs.

Another Hyacombian commander watched with disbelief as the flagship was ripped to peices.

"Hmm... the Imperials have advanced. This was unexpected. Well, the trap has been sprung. All ships, best speed to Moleland! We shall cripple them before the Imperials can arrive!"

The Hyacombian fleet began to turn while volley after volley ripped more ships apart. They slipped away before a second volley could be unleashed.

"My Lord!"

"Indeed. I am comming aboard. As soon as I am, full speed to Moleland! Admiral Galacian, stay behind and have your fleet secure Arcadia!"

"Yes My Lord. We shall do as such."

"Good. Gregory out."

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"3 ships incomming, bearing 3, 3, 0!"

"Fire!"

The Chaos cannon ripped another Hyacombian ship apart as the 6th fleet held the line.

"Moleland vessels approching - reinforcements!"

"Yes... good. Concentrate fire on the larger ships."

Stevens found a shuttle. He glanced around the controls.

'Ah... A transported... Just what I needed... and a cloaking device excellant...'

Stevens activated the cloak, and launched the shuttle jsut as the ship he was ripped apart.

He set a course to Moleland and entered hyperspace.

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The Huge amounts of Mole forces opened fire on the Hycombains, but loses to both sides were heavy, but more Mole Ships exited hyperspace, bringing more ships. Even Corvettes were turning up to defend the homeland...

The Hyacombian commander came out of hyperspace and saw his fleet being torn apart.

"Hmm... The Imperials and Moleland shall pay. But we cannot win this fight right now. Withdraw from this sector, and we shall effect repairs."

The Hyacombian opened a commlink to the Chameleon.

"You will rue this day... the day you stood up against the Hyacombian Imperium. We shall return."

"And we shall be waiting for you scum."

The Hyacombian fleet fled, cloaking as they withdrew...

As the hyacombains withdrew, The crews onboard the ship cheered in delight.

Striker used the transmitter onboard the (Whatever the name of the ship he's on) 'All Units near Moleland. Maintain orbit. the hyacombians shall return... I'm certaain. If you require repairs, use the dockyard.'

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Meanwhile

Stevens arrive dto see the hyacombians beat a hasty retreat.

He had already searched the shuttle,a nd found the holographic disguise onboard.

He headed straight down, ready to land.

He entered the atmosphere, and landed on the surface, near the entrance to the underground cities, but not to close. He set his his transmitter to have him beamed back to the ship, but he would have to find the disk on foot.

However, he did know who had the disk. he organised the shifts in moleland,a nd new the only commander who could have the disk would be Commander Peters. And he new were he lived. He knew the Moles had not found it, because there was no com sat communications about it.

He activated his disguise, as a Mole commander, and headed towards his destination.

Imperial Troopers had begun space walks to repair key parts of the hull. There had been a few losses, but the fleet was still at 94% strength. The Admirals of the Armada had assembled on the Flagship, apart from Galacian, who was securing Arcadia.

"If they Hyacombians attack again, we'll be ready for them."

"We need to find the location of the Hyacombian homeworld. These are not the same ones we faced before."

"Indeed. A new faction of Hyacombians... perhaps they were right... There are several Hyacombian planets out there."

"Indeed, and it is our duty to destroy them all."

"Ok. Silence Admirals. The Hyacombians will return, that is assured. However we have lost Stevens."

"What? He could be anywhere!"

"Indeed. We must track him down at once. It seems he used the Hyacombian distraction to escape from the courtroom."

"Perhaps he was killed?"

"There were bodies down there. Stevens was not one of them."

"I see. Any idea where to start?"

"No. But I have asked Striker to place more patrols. We must find him."

OOC: Until tomorrow. See ya then! ;)

'I have sent a few corvettes to go out on patrol. What remains will have to stay here'.

On the surface

Stevens had made his way to the barracks.

The watch Mole approached him.

'Who are you looking for.'

'I wish to discuss something with Commander Peters'

'This way sir.'

He was shown into Peters room

'What is it, fellow commander.'

'I believe you possess something that belongs to me'

'I have no idea what you are talking about.

Peters' eyes betrayed him. he looked towards his bed, towards his pillow.

Stevens approached him slowly.

'You are a bad liar my friend. No matter'

Normally, Stevens would not have been able to, but, taking the commander by surprise, he threw him into a cupboard, which fell on him, pinning him to he ground. This alerted the rest of the barrack, and with is disguise down, he found the disk, just as most of the barracks pointed there rifles at him.

'Grand Admiral Stevens. You are under arrest.'

A smile appeared on Stevens' lips, he clutched onto the disk and said.

'Not this time' He activated the teleporter, and returned to his shuttle...

Gregory read the transmission. His face turned bright red...

Striker reviewed the transmission from the surface.

'Gregory, it appears there has been a visual sighting of Stevens on the surface. He wasin some miltary barracks. He for no apparant reason attacked one of the commanders and then teleported away, holding a data disk... It seems so bizarre... What is on that disk?'

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Steven's Took off in the cloaked hyacombian shuttle, and flew past the huge gathering of ships in orbit.

Now, I need to reunite with what's left of fleet... and thne we find out what's on this disk.'

He headed towards the Mud system...

"Our conversation in the throne room... looks like Stevens knows about the 6th fleet now..."

Gregory chuckled.

"But now all of Moleland knows anyway! Ha ha ha!"

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A mole transport melted under Hyacombain fire as they arrived in a sector within Mole space.

"Repair the fleet at once. And keep us cloaked!"

"Commander, That cannon of the Imperials is devastating!"

"Thank you for relaying the brutally obvious Lutennant. Now shut up and make repairs!"

The Hyacombian sat on his chair, it's arms writhing all over the place.

"That shuttle that the Mole took... is it's tracking device still online?"

"Yes Commander."

"Good. Track him and have him captured."

"Yes Commander."

The Shuttle approached the fleet.

Stevens disengaged the cloak

'My fleet, i return to you with something that may interest us...'

Steven's was soon aboard the 1 remaining MCD.

He inserted the datadisk into the mainframe, and watched the evidence.

'Excellant... With the Mole fleet occupied at Moleland, the communication satelytte array is undefended. we could attack the control room near the bath system...

'But, sir, they can alert the fleet to our presense...'

'Maybe, but only if we are careless. One hit on the communciation system will damage it enough so they can't call for help. Then we fix it, and send this messege to the people of Moleland...'

A Hyacombian vessel jumped out of hyperspace, and found a communication sattalite.

"What is that?"

"I have no idea, but it is apparently what the escaped mole prisoner is heading for."

"Sir, I'm picking up radio waves from this space scrap!"

"It must be some sort of Communication device. The Mole must be calling for help."

The Lutennant in charge of the vessel turned to the tactical officer.

"Destroy this structure at once."

"Yes Sir."

A number of shots engulfed the array, melting it slowly...

"Good. Now the Mole will be isolated and easy to recapture. Cloak us and we shall await their arrival."

The fleet of 6 ships exited hyperpsace... Right in front of the hyacombinas...

'Sir, Hyacombians a head.'

'Sheild sand weapons up please!'

'Yes sir... it apeears they have destroyed the com sat sir!'

'Pests. We'll have to go to the next one in a minute.'

'Aye sir. What should we do now?'

'Nothing. We wait for them to make the first move...'

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Striker read the new report.

'Gregory, i have two pieces of interesting news. We ahve found 'Cells' from a hyacombain shuttle on the surface of Moleland. It appears stevens was using one of their shuttles.'

"Hyacombian... Striker! Stevens must be working with the Hyacombians! Perhaps you can use this to consolidate your leadership! Inform the people, and because they recently attacked, the people will probably believe!"

Gregory smiled.

"Looks like we can totally destroy Stevens credibility..."

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"It would appear they can see us sir."

"Sir, the rest of the fleet has caught up!"

Decloaking, the Hyacombian ship was joined by the rest of the two fleets combined. But there was a new ship... a much bigger one.

"Warmaster! You are here!"

Strangely enough... The ship looked like the mothership of Admiral Bellena from the alternate universe...

"Lutennant, report!"

"We have found the mole. Shall I destroy him?"

"No. I have an Idea. Open a commlink to the mole."

"Mole, it would appear that we can destroy you in a second. But we offer you a compromise. Help us to destroy Moleland, and your life, as well as the lives of your crew, shall be spared."

"Think he'll take it?"

"From what I have learned, this mole has declared war on his own people. He is either incredibly brave, or supremely stupid. I am gambling on the latter. I think he shall help us."

Striker considered what Gregory said. 'It is a real possibility... but I doubt Stevens would ever agree to helping the Hyacombians... well, he might use them, but he wouldn't work with them.

Secondly, it appears one of our com sats has malfunctioned, near the bath system...'

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'What is your offer?'

"The Hyacombians are very manipulative... They will most likely make him beleive he is in control-once they achieve their objective he's a dead man."

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EDIT: You added a reply. I'll have the reply to that up in a sec.

OOC: Sorry. i've edited the post above.

"Simple. You shall tell us of Mole Military tactics and shield frequencies. Your ship will be upgraded with Hyacombian technology, We shall battle together and destroy the two nations of evil together, and then you shall be permitted to leave mole space safely, to find a home elsewhere. We however, shall occupy one of our ancient ancestrial homes, and your race shall be removed from the System. And with the Imperial fleet out of the way, we shall then destroy Earth."

"Simple. You shall tell us of Mole Military tactics and shield frequencies. Your ship will be upgraded with Hyacombian technology, We shall battle together and destroy the two nations of evil together, and then you shall be permitted to leave mole space safely, to find a home elsewhere. We however, shall occupy one of our ancient ancestrial homes, and your race shall be removed from the System. And with the Imperial fleet out of the way, we shall then destroy Earth."

'No deal. I am willing to assist you eliminate The Imperial navy, and I shall return your planets and people we have. However, All Mole planets will remain unaffected. Those are my terms.'

'No deal. I am willing to assist you eliminate The Imperial navy, and I shall return your planets and people we have. However, All Mole planets will remain unaffected. Those are my terms.'

"Heh heh heh... You are not as stupid as you look. But the whole reason for this attack is to get our hands on your home planet-for it is our ancestrial home. I shall compromise. We shall let you choose a planet, and you and your people will be able to move there. We shall occupy Moleland wether you like it or not. And if not, I need only press a button to destroy you foolish mole."

Stevens turned to his tactical officer.

'Shields focused up front.'

'Aye sir.'

'I wouldn't recommend attacking us.'

The Warmaster smiled and signaled his comm officer.

5 Vessels decloaked right behind the Mole ship.

"You truly are foolish. You have but two options. Agree to my terms, or die, and I destroy your entire race. We have a contengency plan. If we cannot have the planet, we shall destroy it with all moles on it as well."

A new display appeared on the screen.

"Behold-the Hyacombian Planet Devourer. Currently at a secret location, it can be destroying your world in 1/2 an hour. We're saving it for Earth, but we shall use it on Moleland if nessecary."

Stevens turned his officer.

'Sheilds, even rear and front.'

'Aye.'

'You have indeed thought this out well. But there are two things you have forgotten...'

"And what would those two things be, primative?"

'Firstly, you have destroyed a comsat. This has alerted 'More' primitives to this area, and they are due to arrive to find out what has happened. I can delay you long enough so you lose the element of surprise.'

'Secondly, I have recorded this conversation, and, If I push this button, I can transmitt it to 'The primitives' and inform them of your plan. Why would I do this? Because I have nothing to lose!'

The Warmaster smiled.

"So be it."

A small creature blasted from the Warmasters vessel and attatched itself to the antenna of the Vessels comms array. It chewed and severed the wires, disabling the Comms channel. It then planted itself in the socket and gave control of the comms device to the Hyacombian vessel.

A second insect was fired, and worked its way into the main systems... weapons, propulsion...

"Your ship is now mine whenever I see fit. You shall help us wether you like it or not..."

Strange feelers began to encapsulate the ship, making it look more and more Hyacombian...

"And now for the main event."

A transmission boosted by Hyacombian technology was transmitted to Moleland.

"This is Grand Admiral Stevens. I have joined with the Hyacombians, and together we shall destroy Moleland and rule the Galaxy! Now we shall show you our true power!"

"Now your own people will never trust you... you have but one choice... and we shall make you help us!"

Now the insects began acessing the main computer, learning of Moleland shiled frequencies, the secret codes, defence information...

'Sir, We have no control over the ship!'

'Damn it... It is over my friends. We have failed. The Imperial Navy has won due to these idiots.'

He looked at the data disk.

'We could have Moleland great again... but I will not be made a slave... Do we have control of the doors?'

'I don't think so.'

'Do we have any fusion cutters handy?'

'2 sir!'

'Then use them. Head for the engine room!'

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'Gregory, did you pick up that transmission to?'

OOC:BTW: You learn the following

Sheild Frequencies are not the same on all vessles. They randomly change every 5 seconds.

You learn the locations of all factories, minefeilds, dockyards, com sats Etc.

"Indeed I did Striker. So Stevens has joined the Hyacombians after all... and it seems they will now have all your tactical data."

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"It would Appear they attempt to defy us Warmaster."

"We have what we need. Capture the mole and then destroy his ship. He will still come in handy."

A large force of Biological Beetle-like androids boarded the striken vessel, their sensors homed on Stevens...

'It doesn't seem right... I'm sure something is wrong here... This doesn't sound like Stevens.'

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2 MUSRUM's noticed the androids boarding. They transmitted towards the bridge, but because the hyacombains were inb control, they recieved the tranmissions.

'Enemy unit sighted. Engaging target'

They opened fire with rockets at the androids...

A few androids were destroyed, but then the MUSRUMs stopped... the infected commlink began to give them orders, subverting their systems.

Destroy all moles... destroy all moles...

The Androids continued on as the MUSRUMs struggled to cope with their programming...

'Orders recieved!'

The MUSRUMs hunted down the few troops on board, and engaged them.

'Enemy unit destroyed!'

An officer ran forward.

'Stop this! we are on your side!'

'Superior order given. Your command is ignored!'

They opened fire and blow the officer to pieces.

'Enemy unit destroyed'

A few commader son board had taken cover and were giving the MUSRUM's a good fight.

'We are, recieving hostile fire!'

The Androids continued their relentless pursuit.

Target sighted... locking in for capture.

A small dart was loaded at the front of the Android... Stevens would have to act quickly to survive.

'Hmm... I thought they would try and stop us. No matter.'

Stevens hid out of view of the Androids as they approached the door...

He climbed above it, and waited for them to enter.

He activated his disguise, and turned into an android...

OOC: Ok i've got work to do. I'll be inactive until 3.

'Hmm... I thought they would try and stop us. No matter.'

Stevens hid out of view of the Androids as they approached the door...

He climbed above it, and waited for them to enter.

He activated his disguise, and turned into an android...

Having acessed Molelands systems, they of course already knew of this disguise, and saw through it like a cheap haloween costume.

A Number of darts were aimed at Stevens and fired...

'Curses... Why do these things work no more'

He jumped out of the way just in time.

He tried his secondary plan. He nodded to two officers who were hiding out of sight which now lept forward and started up there fusion cutters. They easily burned through the androids with a roasting, green flame...

To Stevens horror, the Androids were cut in half, but simply reformed, but smaller... They continued to advance.

Target is resisting... proceding to phase two.

The Androids came closer...

OOC: Your only hope is to get off the ship... you should still have the shuttle.

OOC: Aye!

'Officer Grant! Pass me both disks!'

'Yes sir.'

He quickly threw him the disks.

The officers then fired there laser pistols at the androids, providing Stevens the chance to escape, which he did. He ran towards the shuttle bay, and saw his to MUSRUM's

'Ignore all other orders... attack anything that comes down this corridor!'

'Command recieved'

As soon as Stevens had escaped, the androids slipped away, knowing there was now no need to be on this vessel.

Just as the commanders breathed a sigh of relief, the Mothership opened fire and the ship began to melt...

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"You are certain?"

"Yes My Lord."

"Hmm... Striker, an Imperial scout group spotted a ship heading towards the lost comm sattilite. Take a look."

Gregory handed over the image panel. The Mothership was displayed... it was like the mothership of the alternate universe.

"Look familiar to you Striker? At least we know where the Mothership came from there now."

'Hmm... makes sense now. They were foolish not to move away from where they destroyed the com sat...'

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Steven's could see his ship melt.

Fools. This will aid my escape. now I can balst through the docking bay doors with ease.

He ran into the hanger bay. He thought about taking the shuttle but he knew they would track that.. and it is too slow...

He looked for something else... A hyper fighter! The fastest Mole Ship and fighter. Just what was needed!

He quickly hoped into the ship, engaged the engines and took off. As he approached the half melted doors, he fired 2 torpedoes, blasting a caping hole in the side and quickly flew away form the ship, just as the ship exploded...

"Do we pursue Warmaster?"

"No. His men are dead, his fleet gone, and he has no support in Moleland any more. It seems though we shall have to destroy the planet."

"Yes Warmaster. Orders?"

"Take us out of this sector, and cloak the fleet. The time for our attack is near."

"Yes Warmaster."

The Fleet disapeared, leaving Stevens in his fighter, to the fate of the solar winds...

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"Very well Yarris... thank you for the update."

"There is a lot of activity on the border. We suspect it to be Hyacombians... and somthing massive has been spotted - heading this way."

Stevens entered hyperspace, and seconds later, was a few kilometres from the huge gathering of forces in Moleland orbit

'King Striker and Lord Gregory, this is Grand Admiral Steven's. I have some urgent information that you must here. the future of Moleland and even Earth depends on it...'

Gregory looked at Striker.

"All the facts seem to point to a possible major threat. It's your call. Do you want to listen to him?"

'I think we had better... open your landing bay and allow him in. He'll probably want something in return. but we shall see what he has to offer first.'

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Stevens moved his fighter towards the hanger bay.

"He is not comming on board my ship. Let us meet on one of my lighter vessels, the Dragon. It's the Helios Class light frigate over there."

"Aye My Lord. Directing Stevens to the Dragon."

"Come Striker, we will teleport there."

OOC: Alas, that time has once again come. Until tomorrow my friend.

By the time Stevens arrived, Striker and Gregory were waiting. He climbed out of the shuttle, and bowed to both of them.

'I have urgent news for both of you. although I am not fond of either of you, I hate the hyacombians with all my heart.'

"Share with us what information you have."

OOC: runs up to Moley and slaps a SPAM sticker on his forehead..ha...guess whO!!!!!!!

OOC: *stares blankly.*

Who the hell are you?

OOC: duh!......*whispers* Charlotte you muffin :rolleyes:

OOC: duh!......*whispers* Charlotte you muffin :rolleyes:

Ok now I know it's nice of you to post here... but if you must speak to moleman please go to the General thread... we're trying to RP here... :D

OOC: It could have been anyone in the entire universe.

While you're here, what's your user name on sulkyland? (Do you still use it?)

OOC: It could have been anyone in the entire universe.

While you're here, what's your user name on sulkyland? (Do you still use it?)

OOC: ummm...embrace_princess methinks, i aint bin on for a week or so

*Taps*

Err... moley? The RP?

Sorry, TIN. hadn't seen your post *Shakes fist at TUI*

IC: Stevens removed the datadisk from his pocket 'This is what you require'

As he reached forward to pass it to Gregory, a second disk fell from his pocket onto the floor...

Gregory picked the disk up and smiled. He knew what was on it.

"So... you know the truth about us... It does not matter. Most of Moleland does now as well."

Taking the second disk, he plugged it into the mainframe. Meanwhile a Trooper searched Stevens and removed his transporter device, any weapons he might have, and his holographic disguise, which was then crushed in Gregorys palm.

"You won't be able to use this again..."

OOC: *stamps foot* there are hardly any good active rp's i can join in with...grrrrrr :mad: *floats around*

Gregory picked the disk up and smiled. He knew what was on it.

"So... you know the truth about us... It does not matter. Most of Moleland does now as well."

Taking the second disk, he plugged it into the mainframe. Meanwhile a Trooper searched Stevens and removed his transporter device, any weapons he might have, and his holographic disguise, which was then crushed in Gregorys palm.

"You won't be able to use this again..."

OOC: First things first. *Intercepts TUI with a SAM*

IC: Steven's was not phased by being searched and having his equipment removed.

OOC: The disk is a recording of the conversation Stevens had with the hyacombians, up until hi ship was take over by the bug things...

Gregory watched the disk and his face turned sour.

"A planet killer? Oh boy. Striker, put all ships on General Alert... that massive thing heading our way threatens us all!"

OOC: I have a major plan. Check ya PM's in 5 minutes.

'I was about to do that anyway... '

Striker turned to Stevens.

'I am willing for the duration of this battle, to allow you to serve your duties. Are you willing to take over as commanding Grand admrial Stewert's fleet, despite you being responsible for his death?'

'If that is what is required of me, yes'

The fleet gathered in a wall formation.

"How long till the ship arrives?"

"20 minutes sir."

"Hmm... prime all weapons. ensure all fighters and mechs are launched, and launch probes to get a more accurate reading."

"Aye sir."

The Mole defence fleet had been devided into 3 groups. One led by Grand Admiral Bates. the second under the Command Of King Striker. the third, under the Command of Grand admrial stevens.

'Are Your groups ready Grand admrials.'

'Yes your majesty'

'Yes, my Lord'

It just a waiting game now

Fitting music for this moment. (http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/n64/sf64chaos.mid)

WARNING. WARP SIGNITURE DETECTED. INCOMMING HYACOMBIAN FLEET.

Sure enough, the Flagship and a massive fleet of Hyacombian bioships dropped out of hyperspace.

"Heh... looks like they want to soften us up before the planet killer attacks. ALL SHIPS-OPEN FIRE!"

A Massive volley of Imperial laser fire smashed into the Hyacombians, while Moonstone cannons lanced out from the Admirals ships, ripping their foes apart.

The Mechs and fighters then charged in, while Imperial vessels closed to bombard the larger ships.

The Mole Ships which had taken up tight defencive formations also opened fire, firing deep into the ship formations, trying to break them up.

The Hyperfighters also engaged the small Hyacombian ships, while the Missile Boats let rip with heavy space bombs, and other heavy projectiles...

Gregory lined up 3 Hyacombian cruisers directly ahead.

"FIRE!"

The Chaos Moonstone cannon opened up, ripping through all 3 ships and vaporising them.

"Heh. Now thats skill. Ok, head for the flagship!"

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"Warmaster, the battle goes badly!"

"It does not matter. The planet killer will be here soon."

"Warmaster! A ship is bearing down on us! It appears to be the Imperial flagship!"

"Hmm. Perhaps we can decapitate the force with one strike. Have all nearby ships converge on the Imperial flagship."

"Yes Warmaster."

A large number of Hyacombian ships began to head for the flagship, but suddenly a swarm of Mechs were all over them, ripping out their circuits, smashing decks, and shooting nearby fighters.

OOC: Maybe I should have mentioned Striker is back on his Super crusier...

IC: Striker could see how Gregory would soon be surrounded...

'Send all our Corvettes to cover Greogry's rear!'

'Yes your majesty!'

200 crovettes broke from Striker's formation, and followed Gregory's path towards the flagship...

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' Alright! The Hyacombians are being routed. All ships, attack freely!'

'Roger sir, attacking freely!'

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'Sir, Bates has broke up his formation and is attackign freely.'

'Fool, he needs to hold his position...'

'The corvettes in striker's formation have broken off, and are making an attack run on the flagship...'

'Striker is trying to help his friend. But he still holds his strongest forces in formation.'

'Shall we help?'

'No. Keep our distance, and remain in this formation!'

'Yes sir'

The Mole Fighters continued there attacks, with medium loses...

Gregory neared his target.

"Report?"

"We are surrounded but shields are holding, and our mechs are putting up a good defence."

A laser shot suddenly flew past the flagship and blasted a Hyacombian vessel.

"Ah Striker, so glad you could join us."

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"Warmaster... The Flagship is approaching!"

"One hit of that cannon and we're done for... all ships, attack that cannon!"

OOC: As of 11AM, i'll be inactive most of the day - LOTs of work to do.

'No problem Gregory. becareful though. That planet killer thing could be here any moment.'

Many of the corvettes were easily destroyed, as they were out dated. However, the core of Striekr's formation remained almost unaffected

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Grand Admiral Bates was beginningto take some serious casualities. But he was inflicting much more severe ones.

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Steven's formation was undamaged, and had not moved. It was acting almost as a reserve...

"They are attempting to attack the cannon my Lord."

"They will fail. Reinforce shielding around the cannon."

"My Lord, we are almost in range!"

"Prepare to fire."

"At once Lord Gregory."

A bulkhead opened, and an orginal Moonstone cannon also came out alongside the Chaos Mooncannon.

"This should wipe 'em out..."

Elsewhere, the fleet was holding well, the Admirals wiping scores of Hyacombian vessels off the map. There was another mighty explosion, as Admiral Vyse's Moonstone cannon destroyed a Hyacombian Carrier.

'Looks like we can win Your Lord'.

'Hold formation... The planet killer is on it's way...'

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'The battle is almost ours! wipe out those hyacombians!!!!'

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'Sir, the hyacombians are almost defeated...'

'Aye, but the Planet Killer will be here. soon...'

"My Lord! We are in range!"

"FIRE!"

The two Moonstone cannons opened up, and the Warmaster stared blankly as the blast approached.

"It is not over yet. The Planet killer will destroy them all. We shall be..."

The Warmasters eyes were blinded with white light, and then the darkness of eternity took him.

The Mothership was torn in two, both sides going critical, before exploding, sending debris in every direction.

"Heh. And now to prepare for the Planet killer."

'Nice Shot Gregory. Reform formations.. we await the Planet Killer'

OOC: See ya TIN.

OOC: back for 20 mins or so...

IC: As the fighting with other Hyacombian forces continued, a massive Jumpwhole appeared near Moleland. A massive Hexagnal gate parted... and out flew the massive planet killer.

http://img277.echo.cx/img277/2971/planetkiller2rh.png
Rough Image of the Planet Killer. The blue blob in his mouth is the main power source, glowing inside.

"Not what I expected... target those purple areas-I believe they are the eyes!"

The fleet's target changed, and they opened up on the purple blobs on top of the Planet Killer...

OOC: OMG: lOL!, how random :D

IC: 'Aim what looks like it's mouth!'

'Yes your majesty!'

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'Ok, let's attack that thing!'

'Yes sir'

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'Hold this position, but aim for it's eyes...'

'Yes sir!'

OOC: I'm off at 12:30 today - I'm going to see Star Wars at the cinema :D

IC: The purple blobs vanished under a hail of fire, but emerged unscathed.

"No..."

"My Lord, the Moonstone cannon is ready!"

"FIRE!"

A bright blast engulfed the blob once more... and yet again it was undamaged.

Join us... there is no need to fight any more...

Gregory shook his head. Did he just hear that?

Give in... it is not sacrifice... it is evolution...

"My Lord... what is that?"

"I have no idea..."

Join us... our collective will grow...

"What? My god... the Hyacombians are part of somthing much bigger..."

All races will bow down before us... everything in this universe exists for us...

"I don't know what this is all about, but... huh? ...Dad?"

Son... it's ok... there is no need to fight any more... give up...

"Sir! Don't let it fool you. you know your Father is..."

"I KNOW! My father... My Father would NEVER tell me to give up! Open fire!"

You fool... you shall bow before us...

"It's clear the purple things are undamageable... aim for it's mouth! And All ships! Don't let these visions fool you!"

"Aye Lord Gregory!"

All firepower began to pour into the mouth... but the teeth were blocking almost all shots...

OOC: You should also be given visions by the Planet Killer... choose who they visualise. Also, it may interest you to know that the Hyacombians will all die if the planet killer is destroyed... it is also their queen and collective conciousness.

OOC: You should enjoy it!

IC: 'Sir, we are having no effect... and it gets closer...'


'Aim for it's mouth!'

Stevens looked around, and to his horror he saw the entire bridge full of TIN troops.

You must surrender Stevens...You must die... the moles must die... alll must die

'What! I knew you would betray us...'

'...And All ships! Don't let these visions fool you!'

Visions...'

Stevens smiled... 'You don't exist! Get out of my ship!'

Instantly thetroops disappeared.

'Sir... What happened?'

'Some kind of mind control trick. Becareful'

'Aye sir!'

"Lord Gregory! The Planet killer will be in range to devour Moleland in less that 4 minutes!"

"Come on... die you giant slimeball!"

"I have a fix on the weak spot... it's in its mouth!"

"What are you saying?"

"The only way to damage it is to effectively fly in it's mouth... it's a suicide mission."

"Dammit."

You cannot win... surrender, accept your fate, and become one with us...

"I will never give up! You hear me! Prepare to take our ship in! If I must die, let it be an honorable death!"

Hmm"Lord Gregory! The Planet killer will be in range to devour Moleland in less that 4 minutes!"

"Come on... die you giant slimeball!"

"I have a fix on the weak spot... it's in its mouth!"

"What are you saying?"

"The only way to damage it is to effectively fly in it's mouth... it's a suicide mission."

"Dammit."

You cannot win... surrender, accept your fate, and become one with us...

"I will never give up! You hear me! Prepare to take our ship in! If I must die, let it be an honorable death!"

Stevens listened and did some quick mental calculations.

From where they are positioned, the creature can beat them back with it's tenticles...

'Who wants to die honourably'

The crew chanted back 'ME!'

'Good, because we are. Engage solar and nuclear engines, transfer all weapon energy to sheilds, maxium sheilds up front, and tell the fleet to hold it's place!'

'Sir, that much energy will fry out the ship in 5 minutes.'

'In 3 minutes, Moleland will not exist! Do it, or I'll do it myself'

The was a loud hum of energy as the huge ship nearly tripled it's speed and charged at the planet Killer.

Engines are over heating

'Say on target...'

Gregory watched as Stevens ship blasted past them towards the Planet Killer.

"Stevens you fool! What are you doing?"

Gregory thought for a moment, and smiled.

"Thank you my friend. You have redeemed yourself in this action. May you rest in peace."

Gregory turned to the gunner.

"Lets buy him some time! Target those tentacles and keep 'em busy!"

"Yes my Lord!" Shouted an elated gunner, glad that now he would not die... :D

The ships cannons spoke once more, causing the tentacles to pay more interest in Gregory...

'Excellant, buying us the space'

'Incoming transmission from Striker.'

'Let's here it'

'Goodbye Stevens Your name and honour have been restored. You have been pardoned. You will not be executed anymore.'

Engines are overheating

'Thank you. That makes a lot of difference.'

Engines are in a bad condition

'Sir, we are about to ram the mouth in 12 seconds'

'Keep her steady'

Engines at critical temperature

Come on ship... Hold the pace

'Collison in 5 seonds!'

Engines Dam...

As the computer reported the messege, the collision occured, the sheilds deflecting the teeth out of the way, and the ship charging inside the planet killer...

No... this cannot be possible... we are the ultimate... we are perfection...

The Planet killer was begining to fall apart... and so was the last of the Hyacombian fleet. Across the galaxy and across the universe, planets of the Hyacombian Imperium fell apart and exploded... the stars were full of bright flashes...

"So... the entire Hyacombian Empire was just one big entity... they tried to bypass evolution by stealing souls - but you have to be born with one."

Gregory smiled with satisfaction and muttered under his breath.

"Thank you Stevens... our war is over at last..."

He turned to his comm officer.

"All ships! Evacuate at Maximum velocity! Take us to a safe distance! GO!"

As the Hyacombians last creature fell apart, the fleet flew at top speed.

Steven's fleet, striker's fleet and what remained of Bate's fleet followed the retreat, just as the Planet Killer scattered itself over a large area of space.

'That was a close one that time Gregory... Do still think your Emporer should have broken his neck?'

"If it wasn't for Stevens causing the Imperial Fleet to come here, the Hyacombians would have won. I suppose in a way he helped us."

The ship was suddenly rocked by the massive explosion of the Planet Killer behind them. And what was left burned up harmlessly in Molelands Atmosphere.

A peice of Wreckage from Stevens ship floated past.

"We should prepare a ceromony to honor him."

"If it wasn't for Stevens causing the Imperial Fleet to come here, the Hyacombians would have won. I suppose in a way he helped us."

The ship was suddenly rocked by the massive explosion of the Planet Killer behind them. And what was left burned up harmlessly in Molelands Atmosphere.

A peice of Wreckage from Stevens ship floated past.

"We should prepare a ceromony to honor him."

'I agree with there Gregory. I agree.'

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Sometime later

A large Miltary funeral was arranged. A Ceremonial Coffin was the centrepiece, despite no body being found.

'Moles, Humans, any other lifeform. We are gathered here today to salute a truely Great mole...'

The Emperor was in attendence, standing beside Gregory.

"So all of the Hyacombians are finished?"

"Yes my Emperor."

"Good. And knowledge of the 6th fleet?"

"Not many learned the truth, and those who know no longer have any proof, so no one will believe them. Our secret is safe."

"Excellent Gregory. Our operation was a sucess. Luring the Planet Killer to Moleland was an excellent feat. And we dealt with Molelands problem as well."

"The best part is, no one will ever know."

A mole turned around and hushed them.

"Shh! It's a funeral - please keep quiet!"

"Sorry..."

The Emperor was in attendence, standing beside Gregory.

"So all of the Hyacombians are finished?"

"Yes my Emperor."

"Good. And knowledge of the 6th fleet?"

"Not many learned the truth, and those who know no longer have any proof, so no one will believe them. Our secret is safe."

"Excellent Gregory. Our operation was a sucess. Luring the Planet Killer to Moleland was an excellent feat. And we dealt with Molelands problem as well."

"The best part is, no one will ever know."

A mole turned around and hushed them.

"Shh! It's a funeral - please keep quiet!"

"Sorry..."

Striker continued, 'Although Steven's was a very... One minded Man, he always wanted to protect moleland, and he did so. This, Sadly cost his life. In death, I shall personally honour him, by Awarding him, the Medal of a hero!'

A mole entered, carrying a case. He opened the case, and inside there was a medal, with a picture of the Moleland on it, made of Gold. it was placed inside the coffin.

Striker continued, 'I wish to take this chance to reward to other persons here. One of them is Lord Gregory of The Imperial Navy. the Second is Captain Yarris... of the Imperial Navy.

The Crowd parted to allow the two named people through.

Yarris chuckled.

"Heh... it's Admiral Yarris."

"Come now Yarris, Lets not embaress ourselves."

Gregory and Yarris both came forward, shaking Strikers hand.

"It was nothing old friend. Simply an act of alliance."