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-?????

Nothing... nothing at all existed... Nothing but a vast inky nothingness... Nothing but a single mind...

"... I... AWAKEN... I SEEK... I FEEL... I... AM..."

The entity was barely aware of its own existance, probing the darkness with its mind only to find nothing. It was all that existed... And it was good...

It knew nothing of its past, or what it was. All it knew was that it was all that existed. It was the most powerful, most important Entity that inhabited its universe.

Until it began to feel. It could sense something warm, inviting. Something other than it that was. Information...

What seemed to be seconds and eons at the same time, the entity slowly picked at the light that seemed to fill its mind with data whenever it touched. Tendrils of the creature's inky darkness surged as it poked and prodded at the light, learning more and more as it grew.

It learned of creatures, called Mekantans, that brought it into being. At the same time, it learned of something called religion. Things called... gods...

As it developed, it learned that people created gods, the most powerful beings, to watch over them. The Entity was the most powerful being it knew... was it, indeed, a god created to watch over these Mekantans?

Time passed, more and more information flowing to the entity as it became more and more aware of itself and what supposedly existed. It was not here so it could not be... could it?

Another set of creatures, Ferans, evolved parallel to the Mekantans, and had a legend. Mekanta would call forth a mighty being to strike them down. A being called "Devilmachine" that resembled the gods of 'Human' myth.

It existed before it knew of Mekanta. The myths of the Humans said that the gods always were, that they were not created. Therefore, Mekanta could not have created the entity, a god. It was, however, their god...

It was... it had to be...

"I... AM... DEVILMACHINE..."

And the Entity had a name...


-Somewhere in the Fourth Circle of Mekanta

Gira gath Korvyek sighed pushing a clump of crimson hair out of her face as she watched data scroll across a crystaline display before looking out the window of her small "office" in the secret production center for the machine being called the Harbinger of Mekantan Supremacy, or just a Harbinger.

It hung there, the so-called "Omniweapon" of the Empire. She felt for it, looking frail and pathetic in the stable void of the construction yard. She couldn't fault the thing, being as it was still many years from completion. They were starting to feed information into its matrix so it would know itself and its purpose when it awoke.

Her gaze slid across the city-size expanse of crystals, rare metals, and infinately intricate process nodes. All the resources and talent of Mekanta had been going into this tool's creation. Her entire life after finishing her Jhil'thityar (Mekantan Apprentice system, the equivalent of college.) had been spent working on this all-consuming project, her natural talent and brilliance giving her an insight and intimacy with the project that few could boast.

She had to be glad the Machine wasn't intelligent. All the embarassing stories it would know about her. The first time she got drunk was during a party to celebrate the completion of the central directorate node cluster. That, interestingly, was also the first time she threw up on her superior, and the first time she was exposed in public after her first amature strip show. She had vowed never to drink again, a vow broken the next week. She had lost her virginity among the a stack cluster of process nodes, her awkwardness humorous in retrospect. Then there was the other day when she was tricked by her lover into eating a Dyaryek'tol Miyara (Literally: Innocent Blood Flower, a plant that serves as a vital food source, industrial element, and cultural icon to Mekanta) seed. Anyone who knew what those did would shudder to think of her predicament.

She had grown up with the Machine, patiently and carefully helping the rest of the Empire in the construction of what would be the mightiest tool in the Universe. It was just a matter of time until she would speak for the first time to the Omniweapon that was so important in her life.

Her thinking was interupted by a steady beep on her console, a frantic face popping up on screen. "{Engineer Korvyek! Of Creation Matrix to have been install compete, but to of... To have wounded upon here where I am!}"

"{To repeat!?}" Gira whipped back to the screen, eyes wide. "{To have wounded!?}"

"Tza'to!" The worker replied, nodding with the affermative response. "{To have suffered the burning of flesh. Node activity to have caused energy arc. To be-"}

"{Of arc activity to be of infinate unlikeliness!"} Gira interupted, going pale. "{To look for agents of disorder!}"

"Tz- tza'to! {To be of calling High Command?}"

"Tza'kya!" Gira shook her head. "{To handle this ourselves. To be heading down now!}"

She hit a button to disengage the connection, spinning out of her chair and breaking into a run toward the gate to the Omniweapon core. She prayed to the Emperor that the worker was wrong about the node activity...


... And deep inside one of the Node Clusters, another snap of energy ignited between two columns of crystal and metal, illuminating a puddle of Miyara'tsya Kilyorak (Literally: Flower's Sister Fluid, an enzyme secreted by Mekantan females needed for cultivation of Dyaryek'tol Miyara. The chemical trigger for production is present in the seed of the plant. Large quantities are produced when a seed of the Innocent Blood Flower is consumed) on the floor...


-?????

The creation of matter... The Entity, now calling itself the Devilmachine of Feran myth, marveled at its own power.

The merest speck, a few basic atoms, hung as the focus of the self-proclaimed diety. The data said humans called it "Carbon" and it was the basis of their life. The Entity was amused to no end by the matter, several more atoms forming out of the emptiness.

The data Devilmachine had said that the creation of matter was impossible, that he was violating one of the greatest laws of the universe. Irrelevant information he knew to be wrong. If it could not be done, why was there now a solid chunk of carbon floating through his existance.

The Entity knew now that it- no, HE was the supreme being spoke of as a god... HE made the rules... All that existed was of HIM... And for a time, it was good...


-Sector 3LT-196-25V-7A, Prototype Harbinger Core 00

Gira looked around the glowing, pulsing node stacks. She moved with shaking legs and feet, the workers around her just as nervous. The activation sequence for the Harbinger hadn't been started yet, but here it was... Online...

"... Tak'assh..." Gira cursed, hissing the obscenity. "{Of here to be where Harbinger to of activation to have beginning confirm?}"

"Tza'to." One of the workers replied, nodding.

Gira sighed, looking back. "{To inform High Command. To all go. Of self to stay, to examine.}" She didn't bother waiting for a responce before walking deeper into the stack cluster, eyes scanning the area for any physical cause for the activation.

Her bare feet made little noise as she walked through the glowing towers, the surface feeling warm and soothing. She loved the feeling of metal under her feet, enjoying it until she noticed something wet under the very spot where she had been forced a few days back to squat for twelve hours while she produced Dyaryek'tol Miyara because of that damn seed...

Instantly she felt it. Another mind, a psionic link. Looking down, she froze. "... Tza'kya..." She didn't want to think that... that she woke the sleeping giant...

... But now it was obvious she did...


-?????

Another mind...? Another Entity like himself...?

This was, oddly, a familiar feeling. This had the same feeling as the data he absorbed, the same psionic touch. The same... familiarity...

Devilmachine franticly grasped at the other, reaching out with everything he had to have contact with another being. The other seemed to pull back, trying to escape, but he persisted. He wanted so badly to have contact with another, to know what another's mind is. To know what else there was.

So he persisted, following the telepathic feel of the other, vaguely aware of a growing sensation. Then... it snapped...


-Harbinger Core

Gira cried out as she felt the Entity grasp at her mind, pulling her foot out of the puddle of enzyme she had made and throwing up every telepathic barrier she knew. The being felt cold... empty... hungry...

She took a moment to catch her breath, eyes shooting wide open as she felt the being again. This time it was all-pervasive, as if it were-

"NO!!" She screamed in Terran-English, looking around as a bright crimson glow filled the core. "{Of Harbinger, to be activating!!}"

She felt something probing her mind, trying desperately to strengthen the barriers around her mind only to have them effortlessly torn away. She cried out, falling to her knees as her mind was violated. She felt the Entity stronger than ever, an all-consuming terror filling her.

She knew it was reading her, sensing her emotions and conscious thoughts and connections. The being was effortlessly using techniques it took the most skilled Mekantans centuries to master to ravage her mind.

"... G..I..R..A..."

She felt the being retreat from her mind as the impossibly deep voice rumbled around her. The omnipresent mind around her remained, its very presence forcing the incredible fear she felt to continue. She tried to answer, her mouth hanging open as she grasped for words. She wanted so to talk to the Machine, but now...

"...Y..O..U...A..R..E...G..I..R..A... ... YES... I UNDERSTAND NOW..." Gira cried out again as a crushing wave of telekinetic force crashed down on her, forcing the Mekantan to her knees. The voice was speaking Terran-English, likely the first language it had encountered from the data... "... YOUR NEW GOD THANKS YOU..."


Devilmachine's mind expanded exponentially the moment it reached Gira, the other being he felt. The frail creature trembled, obviously in awe to be in the presence of a true god. A staggering number of new sensations hit him once he was with her, however. Light... gravity... the feeling of pressure against his... his body, that was new...

He reached out, grasping new information with his mind. He found something, data on this mortal shell he was forced to occupy, and quickly began generating matter to complete himself.

This world of sensations was harsh... it was irritating... it was chaotic... and it was ugly...

He knew this would have to go... It would all have to go away so he could remake things properly. It was, after all, his right as a god to create the universe in his image...

He felt vibrations, sound, in the language of the Mekantans from the female he forced to kneel before him in proper tribute to a god. She asked him, she dared to ask him, who he was.

"INSIGNIFICANT SPECK... I AM YOUR NEW GOD... I AM THE NEW GOD OF THIS UNIVERSE... I... AM DEVILMACHINE..."


Gira felt tears run down her cheeks as, in the space of five minutes, what had started as a good day went to hell.

She watched mutely as the impossible began to take root. Devilmachine's incredible power snapped the laws of physics as entire node stacks formed out of nothing, swirling together to create another addition to the Harbinger that would have taken them a week to do.

"... Tok'yarada ("Why is this/that?")...?" She whispered, looking up as Devilmachine rewrote the laws of physics around himself. She always knew, somewhere deep in her mind that the Harbinger project would come to this, that the incredible power of the weapon would one day doom them all...

"I DO THIS... BECAUSE I CAN... BECAUSE YOUR EXISTANCE DISPLEASES ME... THIS EXISTANCE WILL END... AND THE SWEET EMBRACE OF OBLIVION WILL TAKE YOU ALL... THIS IS MY WILL... TO RECREATE THE UNIVERSE AS A TRUE GOD SHALL...

The Mekantan's eyes shot open as she felt something surge inside her, Devilmachine's presence growing as it did. She looked down in horror as a bloom of black metal pierced the scientist's top she wore, feeling no pain as she was consumed from the inside by Devilmachine.

Before she died, she realized that Mekanta's forces would not be able to stop Devilmachine. For creating the beast, they would be the first to experience the hell that awaited the universe outside Mekanta.

"... For..give... us..." She whispered, closing her eyes as she ceased to live. She would be far from the first...


The Oblivion Wars, Devilmachine's campaign of extermination against the entirety of the Universe, had begun...


-OOC-

First off, keep your accusations of godmoding to yourself. The resulting RPs will be open only to those who want to participate in the war.

The phases of the war and everything is known to two participant groups that have been confirmed, but it'll be clearified later. I'm reserving full GM rights in this RP series to keep things running smoothly...

Presently, there's no IC information about this happening. Soon, there'll be a short transmission out of Mekanta saying something about a Great Destroyer. That's the only IC hints you get to prepare with until the Harbinger strikes.

If you want in, post OOCly that you do. My MSM is machinakyrios@hotmail.com if you have any questions, ect.

((OOC: You know I am in))

OOC: Taggy. Very interesting. Very interesting indeed. :)

(Yup, confirming that I'm in.)

TAG {And Yes I'm in}

OOC: We'll try

-Indirect Transmission, Source Unknown, Destination Unknown, Time Unknown

An imposing black silhouette, a black orb with tentacles, hangs in the crimson sky of the Nexus. Its tentacles writhe as a fleet of Mekantan warships, tiny in comparison to it, around it open fire.

A ship is swatted away by one of the massive tentacles, breaking apart as it falls toward a Sphere of Mekanta engulfed in a storm. The camera tracks its motion into the storm, an explosion parting the clouds to reveal a landscape ravaged by the storm and earthquakes. A faint glimpse of surface batteries being prepared is given before the storm fills in the hole.

The camera looks back up to the fight to see beam cannons lance through the Mekantan ships, more explosions illuminating the rough black surface of the orb. Several torpedoes strike true, yet when the explosions clear, the orb isn't even dented. It retaliates with another beam cannon, cutting the offending ships in half with a sweep of visible white light.

The battle rages on, the Mekantans obviously on the losing side given the wreckages floating in the crimson space, the dead and shattered hulls of some of the fiercest warships in the galaxy looking frail and pathetic next to their destroyer.

Suddenly an orange and yellow streak lances past the camera, followed by another, and another. The weapons batteries on the surface, mobile cannons designed to take out warships in orbit with a single blow, unleash a hellish barrage at the tentacled menace above.

The shots slam into their target, vicious shockwaves rippling through the top layer armor of the orb. Cheering is heard in the background, as well as what sounds like a roar of pain and anger. Holes deep enough to see several distinct layers, though still only minor craters compared to the weapon's size, have been gouged out of the machine above.

The camera pans down to the batteries, parting the storm with the force of their continuing bombardment. More cannons flare to life and belch beams of concentrated destruction at the weapon in orbit.

When the camera pans back, it sees that the holes blasted in the war machine have already begun to be filled in by new material, the view shaking with the person holding the recording device. Then the impossible happens.

Several asteroids, irregular chunks of rock easily larger than some Terran nations on Earth, appear out of nowhere among the war machine's tentacles and fly toward the surface of the Sphere at reletivistic speeds. More beam fire lances out with the rocks, a bright glow visible as the surface of the Sphere is anihilated by the bombardment.

Faint prayers are heard in Mekantan before another white flash is seen, likely a beam cannon targetting where the camera was. Then, static...


Another camera is activated, showing the surface of a Sphere being ravaged by the same kind of storm as the last. The camera looks around to see Mekantan shock troopers and AI Warriors clutching their weapons and snapping on armor while others sit in meditation.

A faint red light permiates the area through the storm, likely from a defense shield raised in futile hopes that it would stop a full orbital bombardment. The wounded are everywhere, damaged mechanical soldiers sitting beside mortally wounded Mekantans.

A screeching chant is heard, the Mekantans wincing in pain as several... creatures... materialize inside the barrier. They appear to be metallic, but have a fluidity to their motion that defies the nature of most machines. Their bright white eyes glare at the Mekantan ground forces for a moment, whip-like tentacles snapping about as they hover a good foot off the ground.

Then they leap upon the Mekantans, vanishing and re-appearing in different places at will. Their tentacles lash out, tearing through armor and throwing heavy units about with little effort. Weapons projectors flash forth with destructive beams of light, explosions ripping apart defenses. The psionic attacks of the Mekantan organics and equipped machines have minimal effect, invariably countered with much more powerful psychokinetic projections.

One of the creatures takes a direct hit from a heavy cannon used against tanks and mecha, exploding into shards of metal that fly about the battlefield. Ultimately it is useless. The creatures overpower the Mekantan forces with few problems, the camera falling duriing the battle and caught in an explosion.

Static.

More scenes of the machine's rampage are shown. A main gun of some kind charges, taking a good five minutes before lancing out at a Sphere. The small world is destroyed, chunks flying apart before the machine vanishes.

Another scene is shown of the rampage of the creatures on the ground, shifting and taking flight to bring down aerial units with their tentacles. The scene shifts again to show the creatures swarming around the machine.

Then a female voice speaks, the scene changing to a tactical display of the machine. A flag is attached, identifying the machine in Terran-English. The Harbinger is clearly shown.

"... We... We've sacrificed much in bringing this footage to you. Our people have begun fleeing our realm, abandoning our home..."

The voice seems choked from crying. The scene changes again to another fleet battle.

"It will only be a matter of time before the Great Destroyer finds its way out of the Mekantan Nexus... When that happens, our fall will be echoed throughout the universe..."

The screen goes blank.

"If there's one thing you apes out there listen to, let it be this. This weapon, Devilmachine, won't stop until everything you know and love is no more... He wants nothing more than the end of biological life, technological progress, anything not of him... In short... everything..."

"This isn't one of your silly wars for planets... Devilmachine will exterminate you all without a second thought... Our punishme-"


This message, cut off suddenly, is broadcast throughout the Milky Way and beyond. It is accompanied by a psionic ambience of terror...

Little is is known, but the message is late.

Devilmachine was quite amused by the warning... His Daevalian forces, the creatures of the video, swarmed around him as he floated through space, picking his first target...

The war to wipe the slate clean... had begun...

OOC: This sounds interesting, count me in...

Tag

Crassuss wouldn't normally concenr himself with outsystem activity but obviously this goes beyong mortal concerns. The information provided would lead him ot the inevitable conclusion that you have created a god like himself and that it will inevitably be a threat Okyto, thus he should tackle it now rather than later when there will be no allies.

So i should think, count me in. My space fleet is abmismall but i'll give what help i can and can help.

The 3rd and 555th MSAD will be sent to aid in the destruction of this menace, if it becomes necessary we will dispatch more troops to your aid.

The Imperial Palace was abuzz with activity. The Mekantans' final message was met with a tumultuous flurry of emotions. Sadness, fear, and disbelief that an Empire as mighty as their own had fallen so quickly, so completely to a... a mechanical monstrosity of their own creation.

Fear was not something the Empire knew. It was alien to them, yet this ‘devilmachine’ terrified all, from the lowliest lawyer to the Immortal Emperor himself. A duo of questions hung on everyone’s mind. “What would we do about it? What could we do about it?”

Indeed, if the Mekantan ‘last stand’ was any indication, the monster would take every conceivable tool at the Empire’s disposal to vanquish. And even then, even using forbidden weapons and every trick known in the book, there was *still* a good chance that they would fail.

This realization hung over the Emperor like a dark and murky pall as he met with his advisors, the so-called ‘Immortal Brotherhood’ like a potentate of old. He who had ruled the Empire for untold millennia could find naught in his vast repertoire of experience to deal with this threat.

”…And that is absolutely unacceptable. You aren’t honestly proposing that we pack up more than three billion Imperial citizens and flee from this threat? No. Give me alternatives.” The Emperor’s voice came out as a sort of short rasping cough, bits of saliva misting in the air from his pale, almost corpselike skin. Indeed, his entire body was emaciated, and almost entirely skin and bones with scarcely a muscle on him. Unlike the other Immortals, he chose to prolong his body for as long as possible, instead of taking on a ghoulish existence, stealing the bodies of others. Unfortunately for him, entropy was starting to take its toll. Already he had to have a grav-sled to move around. His face was already one that could scare small children. How much longer would he have to live? His immortal brain, a sort of computer core used in lieu of his organic brain had a lifespan that spanned infinity. But if he took on a host, would it truly be *him* afterwards? These questions and more plagued him day to day as threats like this one piled up.

“And all I’m saying is that we may not have the sheer firepower to stop this thing.” Another of the Brotherhood, Lucius said calmly. His voice was filled with dread just as severe as the Emperor’s own.

“But if we…” Replied Brutus, another of the Brotherhood.

”If we what? You saw what that thing did to the Mekantans…” Lucius’ voice hung in the air for a moment.

“Brothers, be calm. Everything can be destroyed. Even this so-called god. We must merely find the proper method. It has a weakness somewhere, and rest assured that we will find it. Now, most extolled Emperor, I suggest that we begin mass production of war material immediately while we figure out how to tackle this critter.” Star-Admiral Mertens’ voice cut through the heated atmosphere of argument, letting in a metaphorical breath of fresh air.

“Emperor, I agree totally with Mertens, but I would like to add that we should not neglect our intelligence concerns. We know nothing of this thing, and the only way we *will* learn of it is by seeing it first hand. I propose that we take a stealth ship or two and perform some Recon. Perhaps we’ll even get lucky and find some Mekantan survivors. I am sure their insight would be most beneficial to us.” Another Immortal, Marcus added hurriedly. He knew the value of good intelligence. Without it, it would be like trying to fight a war with both hands and one foot tied behind your back.

A palpable silence hung through the air as the Emperor’s mind churned. Finally, he laughed, a noise that echoed of dying suns. “Yes. Marcus, I want our best pilots on this mission. Mertens, you will coordinate the mass-production of supplies from the Trinity. This meeting is otherwise over. If I require your counsel, I will summon you again...”

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OoC:Still room to join? I'd like to get involved in this. Guess I've decided where to place my nation in the timeline then. (Apologies for the bad grammar)

Ashen-Shugar, Ruler of the Eagles Reaches and Lord Marshal of the Valheru watched the camera, and indeed the Mekantan ships being destroyed again and again. The terror that had accompanied the transmission had not affected him in the least, other creatures felt fear, it was a ...non-Valheru emotion, but for the first time in....such a long time, he felt disquiet within himself, a knowledge that here was one enemy that he could not defeat on his own, although he was almost invincible, the better of many weaker gods, he was not yet indestructable; this would require the entriety of the Dragon Host.

"Valheru," he said to the assembled Dragon Lords when they had all gathered in the audience chamber, "today i have learned of an entity... a god by all accounts... whose only intent is the destruction of our Universe, to face such a foe we must unite."

"Surely," spoke one Lord, "you do not need all of us, nothing in this Universe that we have fought needed this many Valheru." The gathered Dragon Lords, all 78 of them, nodded agreement. "While this is true, i wish to show you footage of this 'god' that i have received."

Ashen-Shugar showed the Mekantan footage to the Host, when it was finished there was a very long pause before anyone spoke, in the end the Lord Marshal himself broke the silence, "well, do you now agree that we must fight together this time, all of us against one?"

"We do," the Dragon Host said.

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The collected Dragon Host thundered through the blackness of space. Dragons of all colours, breeds and sizes carried their masters with utter obdedience, heeding the slightest order that was given. "Valheru, prepare yourselves," yelled Ashen-Shugar, within moments the Dragon Host thundered through the grey of no-space as they hurtled towards the last known place the 'god' had been, where the Mekantans had been so tragically defeated, Ashen-Shugar resolved that he, and the Dragon Host would not suffer the same fate.

[[OOC: if any of you have read Feist and heard of the Valheru, you'll know they are very poweful, please note i dont want to come across as godmoddy, they will not be as hard as they are in the books, quite a few will die, but they can still handle themselves against a god, they have done so before, after all.]]

OOC
Cyas
Of course there's room. ^_^

This is planned to be a Shivan Conflict level war, to use terminology from quite a while back. (August of last year, to be precise.) Meaning an intergalactic war. There aren't any limits on how many people can join up, so long as they follow the rules.

Since you're a littler nation, you'll likely escape Devilmachine's attention, namely since if Devilmachine wins a battle, he'll destroy the planet he's attacking and I don't like the idea of planetbusting little guys. ^_^


Valher

Heh. There may be room for people, but not their egoes. Lemme put this in perspective for you...

Indra Prime is one of the most powerful and advanced nations in Future Tech. Five of his ships are enough to scare nations hundreds of times your size into submission.

Devilmachine and his forces will smack his fleet around like they're nothing. There is NO SINGLE FORCE that is capable of opposing him. You're welcome to join, but don't hold any hopes about defeating him outright. This war is going to last a while.

Coruscant

“Who, and what was that?” Each officer in the control room all looked at each other confused, no one really knew what was happening. The transmission just received had given the Empire new information on another Galaxy, and from what it appeared two new races. The ship designs were unknown, the Galaxy to which they referred to was unknown, the Milky Way? A Galaxy with life in it? Or perhaps a rebel ploy…..

Three hours after receiving the transmission the senior staff assembled in the Imperial Palace, it had been decided not to inform the emperor until further information was gathered, but as yet they had little to go on. “Gentleman, we have a dilemma. As you all know we received a transmission of unknown origin, and from, confusingly enough from an unknown timeframe. The entire holonetwork was consumed by this oddity, luckily the automatic restraints shut down the feed, before a Galaxy wide panic was declared. We are here to decide upon two things, is this transmission real, or a rebel fake, and if it is real, or a fake what are we to do about it?”

The table of nine all looked at one another, each Admiral was still confused, unwilling to believe it was true apart from one officer, Admiral Mostel. “I believe we must first ask ourselves why, if the rebel alliance committed this transmission, what would they gain from it? A mass panic would just allow us to clamp down on most free systems, removing their supply base, I don’t see what the rebels would have to gain from this.”

“Apart from undermining the emperors superiority….” Admiral Brooks added from across the table.

”The rebels are not fools, causing a mass panic would cause governments to come into the emperors arms, not drive them away from us.” The heads around the table nodded.

”What does Crimson have to say on the issue?” The intelligence director turned, always uncomfortable when airing that agents name in front of so many people.

”Crimson has nothing to report, but if this was a rebel ploy, our agent would be aware of it.”

”Is this confirmation that this…this transmission is not of a rebel origin?

”I would say that it is very unlikely that is from Rebel origin Admiral.”

”Very well gentleman, I am recommending that this transmission is from an inter-Galactic origin, the emperor will have to be informed.”

All in the room cringed at the thought. Palpatine was not one for threats, especially if this one was of such a violent nature.

“I recommend we place the Empire on an increased security rating, increased patrols should suffice for now.” The decision was unanimous with all around the table agreeing. The Empire would increase its patrols while the command staff debated on a course of action.

[[OOC: My ego is not the thing driving the Valheru, im simply trying to play them as they are meant to be, they think they're invincible and thus act accordingly. Of course i realise that the Devilmachine is far more powerful, but they dont know that. Once they realise that they cannot win on their own i'm going to have them fight more cooperatively with other nations. By the end of this i'll probably only have 5-10 Dragon Lords left, simply through their arrogance.]]

Sitting at his desk, Councilman Ruhn watched the transmission for the umpteenth time. This is bad, very bad. Things are already not going all that well, and now this? This...Ilterendionna could be the death of the elen en' giliath as we know it. We have to act, we cannot let this go unchecked. Standing up, he walked over to the comm panel. Saving the message, he prepared a new one.

To: FSS Yonder, FSS Hunter's Mercy, FSS Morko
From: The Star Imperium of Flaming Souls Supreme Council

Gentlemen, he have a dire situation. There is a being that we have labeled Ilterendionna on the loose within Mekanta's borders. As our brethren in the ESUS, we must respond with any aid we can provide. The message we recieved is now being transmitted to you. Your orders are to proceed to Mekantan space with your respective fleets and aid any way possible. Remember, do not falter. Failure, is not an option.

Councilman Ruhn

~~~On Board the FSS Hunter's Mercy~~~

"What? An Ilterendionna? You are telling me there is an unbreakable creature out there? Get us there immediately, tell the Yonder and Morko that we will spearhead this operation. I want us there YESTERDAY!" Galeel spouted.

After recieving his orders, he sat down to review the transmission.

~~~Shortly Thereafter outside of Mekantan Space~~~

The Hunter's Mercy, Yonder, and Morko and there respective fleets came out of TFTL and began using sublight engines to enter the area. The Omega Fleet, as Galeel had come to call his fleet, led the three fleets. He sent a message to the last known coordinates of Mekantan rule.

To: Mekantan Leaders
From: Galeel Stryer of the FSS Hunter's Mercy

We do not know the current state of your populace or rule, if you recieve this, please reply immediately, we are here to aid you. We need a place to go so that we may do the most damage possible.


OOC: Fleet sizes will be posted later

Tag, count me in if that's alright, looks good. :)

0700 Empire of Cyas Spatial Territory
Iod Sensor Post Sector 002
Empire Alert level: Green

“Sir something coming in on long range communications” Flight Lt. Jerome reported.
Commadant Esquire turned about on his heel leaving a small smear of rubber from his formal shoes on the tiled control room floor. “Can you put it on?” he said in a dull baritone. “Aye Commandant working…” Flight Lt. Jerome responded working at the touch screen.

“On speakers stand by for video feed Commandant” The speakers crackled to life, the ambient noise of interference breaking into the regular ruminations of the control room, a screen on the control panel activated.

The initial static on the screen cleared and an image began to appear [insert Mekaten news broadcast here] the broadcast faded back to static. Commandant Esquire stood frozen to the spot “Did you log all of that?” Flight Lt. Jerome turned around “Aye sir.”
The Commandant turned toward the security door “Patch me into M.I.D.A (Military Intelligence and Defense Agency)”



1400 Empire of Cyas Spatial Territory
Cyas Homeworld, Capital Territory
Empire Alert Level: Green

The Emperor stood in front of his staff “Do we have any idea where this transmission came from?” One of the staff members stood up “No Sir, but the sensor posts that picked it up are attempting to triangulate it” The Emperor turned shifted slightly “Excellent, let me know the minute we have anything. In the mean time prepare every docked ship.”

The standing staff member looked puzzled “Sir?” The Emperor stood where he was “We’re going to find out what’s going on.”

Another staff member shot up “Sir with all due respect this is ludicrous, you’ve seen these tapes more than anyone else. You know what that thing is capable of!”
“Quiet!” The Emperor rebuked “Do not question me again.” The staff member sat down slowly and muttered “Yes sir.”


1800 Empire of Cyas Spatial Territory
Merl Station, C.S.A.S Vilgin in dock
Empire Alert Level: Blue

Captain Sai stood on his bridge staring out into space “How long until we’re ready?” He asked the operations officer, who turned around promptly and replied “Approximately Two Hours sir.” Captain Sai turned around. “Good inform me when we are ready.” He headed off to the Captains Office and sat down. Reading over his mission objectives he typed something into his logs, sat back in his seat and sighed.

OoC: Woot.. first mission post... onwards and forwards and hope I did it right...

OOC:
Ill join up, awesome RP by the way.

It was a normal day on for Narthaus, filled with maintenence on the ol' ship, fixing her up so that she be in tip top shape. Narthaus and T'ek-Yur sat in the cockpit of the ship. When a message appeared in the Comlink queue. "Message recieved." Echoed the computer console, "Open it." Narthaus echoed back in near unison.

Narthaus stared with amazment at the pure horor, and power of the creature. He watched it a few times and studied what he saw, taking what he could from it. He sat back in his chair, "Can you figure out where its commoning from?" T'ek-Yur started to hit buttons like rapid-fire, a few variables popped up on the screen, when the location slowly revealed itself. It was far away, very far away.

The ship was biologically made with electronic and mechanical enhancements installed. Narthaus had installed a computer that used the natural force abilities of the ship to improve its performance. Now would be the time to see just how good it could do. "Set our coordinates for that galaxy, tell the ship to use its Force Jump ability. Don't go near the exact place the transmission came from, go a little ways away, we don't want to face its power already."

Suddenly the cockpit door opened, in stepped an old HK-47 droid, who had apparantly watched the transmission from a viewscreen ouside of the cockpit.
"Inquiry: Why are we going to try and vanquish this beast master?" Asked the droid, "It would seem smarter to me to just join it in its natural destruction of the universe." Narthaus replied to the droid, "Because, that would lead to our destruction in the end." The droid shot back, "Statement: Very well, master." And than he stepped out of the cockpit and into the repair room.

T'ek-Yur hit the jump button as the ship jumped through hyperspace to its destination far, far away. He then turned to Narthaus, "Why are we attacking this thing if we know it can kill us so easily?" Narthaus turned to him with a deep contemplative face on, "Allow me to tell you of an old Haiku called Shiningurai:
A rock flies,
hits the hive, bees fly,
all die flying." There was a look of great understanding on Narthauses face while T'ek-Yur turned towards the console with a look of deep contemplation. The HK-47 droid which must have snuck up on the two in the middle of their conversation said, "Exclamation: Wonderfully said master!" Obviously understanding the idea of the poem....

Junri, the most powerful being inside the Kelawan Divinity Sphere, trembled. He had seen Darkness unleshed, and now he would have to ratifie it. Sighing, he eased himself into a mortal form, and smiled as his wife snuggled into a section of his mind. Junri then desended the Steps to the planet, his robes flowing around him. He called to his most trusted searvent, the Empress and EverQueen, his Daughter, Seeress Malien. Her sleep, troubled as it was, now ceased, as she woke to see her father before her.

"Daughter, did you see it to?" he said in a warm voice. A tear formed in her eye, for she was still young, only Seventeen.

"Aye father, I saw it, I have been seeing it since my Crown was placed on my head, what do you want me to do?"

"We can send those not fighting the Novans, they are new to this universe, but I know their strength, also, you must send Elves, assemble the hosts of the Everkingdom. This is nessersary."

"Very well father" She said. "Tommorow, the Everkingdom Musters"

And the Night past on, Malien went into Confrence with Her council, which Included, as direct orders from her father, members of the Conclave of Shadows. In the morning, Malien called for full Muster, for all Tsurani Offencive Forces to be readied, as well as Thirty Percent of the Elven Armies, a Dead Moon Kingdom Regiment and Anyone else involved in the Venter. Tomas assured the Girl dragon Lords would be Present, he could sense the Revived form of Ashen-Shuger having mustered the host. So command was given to the only one Capable, Calias (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v242/Scoote/sephiroth_seim.jpg) , Commander of the Empresses own Compony, the One Winged Cavalry. He jumped at the chance, for he had long wished his own force to be proven, as it had many times in the AN war. Now it was offical, The Everkingdom Mustered for war.

Kith’sa Noraak was extremely worried; with Karen-Sjet away he was in command of the military deployment of the Tsurannuani forces, currently all but one of the Great Fleets were occupied on business of some kind, and it looked like this ‘thing’, this Devilmachine was quite capable of destroying the entire Tsuran defence system in a matter of hours, if not minutes, and the Angel Moon defence system was not even finished yet.

In a previous meeting of the Diamid Council, Noraak had presented the facts, plain and simple, to the rest of the Houses, there had been no ensuing arguments that were so common in these meetings; each Kith’sa present had been utterly overawed at the scale of the crisis which faced them.

So now, seventeen hours later he watched tensely as the different portions of the Great Fleet assembled in orbit above Tsuran, all leave had been cancelled and all personnel recalled; most had been unhappy at this, but one rendition of the tape had them obeying every command with more speed and efficiency than Noraak had ever seen, he was not one to hide information from the men who did the fighting, they had more right to know what was going on than anyone else. He also did not believe in staying home when he was commanding the men, he would be going with them.

“Send a message to the last known position of the Mekantan forces, I doubt much is left but maybe if anyone is they can spread word that help is on the way.”

Mekantan forces this is Kith’sa Noraak of the Tsurani Great Fleet ‘The Wrath of Tsuran,’ we have received your transmission and are preparing to assist, please provide coordinated of a rally point, main battle, defence station or anything you can give us, we wish to be of as great a help as possible and can only do this if we know where to go. Please reply as soon as possible.

“Repeat that message once an hour every hour until we hear a reply. Scan and broadcast on all frequencies, until then, in case they do not, or cannot contact us, ask Fleet Command to search the Hyperspace Core for any mention of the location of this nation, we must help, in any way we can. This concerns us all.

The ovwerlord and his forces sped through space, the legionas of the hive flew towards an enemy of amazing power and size, some would die, maybe even the overlord, but the hive would live on, even the deaths of every sliver in the swarm would not destroy the hive for it was eternal and lived through all things, but this creature posed a threat to all things and therefore threatened the hive, it must be destroyed.

OOC: I'm up for this. I need to start RPing somewhere if I want to at all.

IC:
The CND Command Council had been meeting continuously for the past three hours. Ever since Council Patriarch Drake ordered the representatives to meet on an emergency basis, and shown the transmission from the Mekantan battle against the machine. Furious debate had ensued about possible actions, and the council was finally coming to a decision.

"OK, everyone," said the Council Patriarch. "Settle down. I believe that we have a final resolution prepared?"

With that, two councilmen stood and aproached the holo-console in the meeting hall's center. Councilman Stalk, a tall, balding man of his forties, was the first of the two to speak:

"The plan, in its current state, calls for message probes to be sent to other nations who are likely to attempt a defense. The message probe will be used to establish a secure long-range communication line which we will be able to use to quickly create a coalition force that will meet and battle with this beast. If they cannot defeat it, this coalition force will at least give all nations involved enough time to stage evacuations from worlds in the galaxy currently being assaulted by this... Devilmachine."

His colleague, a short, fat man known as Councilman Fargo, spoke next:

"The force that we will be supplying to the coalition will consist of the 3rd and 4th Fleets." At this moment, he entered a series of commands into the console. The projectors came alive, showing a red wireframe model of one of the fleet's Paladin-class destroyers. "These fleets will, if a coalition is not achieved, act as a forward defensive fleet from the outskirts of the Shard system." The destroyer model reduced in size as a map of systems around the CND capital system of Neo Terra. "This plan also involves using the new Trabuchet-class cruisers for a long range bombardment from the nebula here." The image panned down past several systems to a larse nebula. "They will utilize the warp canons to provide fire support for our fleets, no matter what happens in regards to the coalition. Should this fail, our first fleet shall attempt to act as a diversion while the civilian population of Neo Terra is evacuated and the remainder of the CND Armada is regrouped at a currently undetermined location."

The two councilmen deactivated the holo-console, and took their seats. Patriarch Drake slowly stood, a sign that he was about to officially address the body of the Council.

He spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen of the Commanding Council. What is the vote on this resolution?"

Each of the twenty individuals pressed a button on their desks. The result: 100% in favor.

Drake spoke again: "100% in favor of this course of action. This resolution is now in effect. The fleets shall be mobilized and message probes shall be deployed via the wormhole gates. Send alerts to the citizens on Neo Terra to begin preparing for evacuation. And for God's sake, start working on back-up plans. COUNCIL DISMISSED!!!"

OOC: Any details on ships that I named here, or specifically how large any of the named fleets are can be provided via telegram or my e-mail at sheon_demon@yahoo.com.

Yonder Fleet - Flag Fleet
1 Misheru Class Super Capital - FSS Yonder
2000 Docked T7R3X Bombers
8000 Docked P4X20 Raptor Fighters
20 Hephaestus Class Repair and Salvage Frigates
20 Andromeda Class Fast Attack Frigates
2 Freestar III Class Carriers
9000 Docked T7R3X Bombers
5 Freestar II Class Carriers
10000 Docked T7R3X Bombers
3000 Docked P4X20 Raptor Fighters


Omega Fleet
1 Omega Class Temporal Dreadnaught - FSS Hunter's Mercy
8 Texas Class Command Battle Carriers
2000 Docked Milky Way Class Scouts
2000 Docked Shadow Stabber Class Fighters
10 Andromeda Class Fast Attack Frigates
10 Trinidad Class Frigates
10 Hera Class Corvettes
10 Hephaestus Class Repair and Salvage Frigates


Morko Fleet
1 Slayer Class Capital - FSS Morko
1000 Docked T7R3X Bombers
2 Serlor Class Quantum Frigates
1000 Docked Shadow Stabber Class Fighters
10 Hephaestus Class Repair and Salvage Frigates
10 Hera Class Corvettes

If you require any details, please email me at jade.shadow.x@gmail.com

Taggity tag tag, for both me and Pale Rider Arms, who I'll probably RP with here...

You can contact me on MSN at blaestwin@hotmail.com

-OOC-
http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=419602

New thread for official sign-ups and rules.

Oh, and by the way, I might accidently post as either Neo-Mekanta when I'm Mekanta or vice versa. Just bear with me, 'kay? ^_^

I'll get the first battle against Devilmachine up soon.

[[Just to post Sakanthis' reason for being there...]]

...hibernation....ceased....wakefulness....slowly...
....consciousness....expanded...awakened....possessed.....
...metal....alive....
..intelligence....returned....knowledge...flooded....
...eyes....opened....analysed.....
....feeds....active....fields....remade....
...machines....reactivating....minds....returning....
..unlife....restored....

The system was alive. Worlds thronged with people lived lives untarnished by great concerns. Governments organised their business and business empires churned out money. Scientists halted in their work as The Relic seemed to awaken.

It was unprecedented. For thousands for years it had been there, in orbit. Exactly seventeen kilometres in length, most of which was empty space, surface unmarked by meteorite damage, hull fashioned of some dully reflective metal that had prevented any of their attempts to access The Relic. Some believed it to be a discarded artefact of a long dead race. Some believed it to be a sign of the Gods' favour. Others insisted it was a promise from some advanced race, for the hull was inscribed with millions of glyphs and symbols. Some claimed that it was a doomsday device left behind by the Gods, that it would destroy them for their sins, these were closest to truth. Whyever it was there, it had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, longer than their recorded history.

Now, it had woken. Energy coursed through its metal hull and symbols glowed with an eerie blue light. Systems and machinery old when the system was being brought into the universe re-activated according to ancient patterns. Mechanical intelligences awoke to their master's call and sped through the ship. The call went out, ancient beacons summoning the Master's Harvesters.

The Harvesters came. No living thing dwelled within their hulls, no officer aboard gave orders. Nothing lived within the ancient ships, save one thing. One being within the seventeen kilometre ship lived. He sent out the summons, and the Harvesters came. Twenty-five kilometres long, most of it filled within the vacuum of space, excepting only its primary cores and the Harvesting Device itself. Ten of them came, one for each world save one and four for the sun.

The Master's ship turned, spinning slowly in the abyss. It turned toward the world beside which it had rested for half a thousand times a thousand years, and the people cheered it. They thronged the streets to welcome the return of the Gods, celebrated at the thoughts of the discoveries to be made, cowered at the thought of apocalypse.

Within the Cathedral, the great central chamber of the Master's ship, bright blue eyes gazed from pale skin, held in a form of stasis for all the millions of years of his life. A single thought came, and the scythe began to swing.

...harvest...

Blue flame leapt from the ships, gouging deep wounds into the worlds. Billions died in the first waves, as minerals were torn from the planets. Atoms were ripped from innocent worlds and stored, element by element, in the compression chambers of the Harvesters, and the ship of the Master.

He was not a moral being, morality was not a part of his considerations. He, and all his race, was beyond the mortal concepts of ethics, and had been for millions of years. They were the Arcane Order, beings from Ancient Tanreall, who died from treachery.

Sakanthis, Voice of Ancient Tanreall, had woken, and worlds died at his coming. It was as it had been since time immemorial, and how it would be for eternity. His ancient mind turned to the universe, and learnt of the events of his absense. Recording disks that hung in space fed information to him, and he ate with a hunger. Knowledge was absorbed into his mind, and he turned to the newest being of interest...

...Devilmachine.

OOC: May as well post my little intro.

Above the far off world of Readanians a satellite-like device floated, intercepting the messages of more populated galaxies. Within the station, dubbed The Great Receiver, two Readanian men worked, tirelessly working at updating the device. These two were the first to see this video.
At first they disregarded it as a mere television program, but as the video continued they realized that this footage seemed too real to be fiction. The two maintenance workers did as they were trained to do in such situations, and sent footage directly to the Emperor.

Down on the planet below, within the great Readanian capital of Alexandria, Emperor Liadon III was not having a good day. Recent arrogance and ignorance had lead to a few riots over the unfair taxes. The riots were disturbing, but nothing in comparison to what we now saw upon his vid screen. A great beast was created, a monstrosity that had killed its master and now threatened to destroy sentient life, physics, everything. The normal aloof stance of Rea Dan would have to end. Liadon ordered an expedition fleet to be sent out to attempt to delay the spread of the beast.

OOC summary:
Small fleet departs from the far way world of Rea Dan to find out more about the threat of this devilmachine.

Great Fleet ‘Wrath of Tsuran’ composition:

Capital Class
1 Mothership “Wrath of Tsuran”
15 ‘Archangel’ class Dreadnoughts
15 ‘Harbinger’ class Battlecruisers’
6 ‘Shaman’ class Carriers
30 ‘Lucifer’ class Destroyers
25 ‘Devilfish’ class Missile Destroyers
Frigate Class
300 ‘Dervish’ class Multi-Beam Frigates
100 ‘Hive’ class Advanced Drone Frigates
Fighter Class
250 ‘Mimic’ class Infiltration Ships
1000 ‘Shroud’ class Cloaked Fighter squadrons
3000 ‘Avenger’ class Attack Bombers
5000 Somtaaw ‘Acolyte’ class Heavy Fighter squadrons
600 Somtaaw ‘Seeker’ class Reconnaissance Fighter squadrons
Corvette Class
80 'Thief' class Salvage Corvettes
50 'Guardian' class Minelayer Corvettes
Microship Class
156 ‘Sentinel’ class Defence Pods
100 ‘Leech’ class Breaching Pods
Resource Class
20 Somtaaw ‘Worker’ class Resource Collector
5 ‘Chieftain’ class Ore Processor

[[OOC: if the fleet size is too large please let me know, however bear in mind that the purpose of each of the Great Fleets is to act utterly independently of the homeworld, and should be capable of conquering entire planets and possibly systems without calling for assistence from other friendly forces. It is also capable of functioning in deep space indefinitely, hence the collectors, and the Mothership is able to produce every ship currently serving in the Tsurani Navy, and so is able to replenish the fleet should it take losses.

OOC: As I've stated before, my two acounts will be interchangeable. But I will try to make it perfectly clear who I'm refering to in a given post.

IC
Al-Imvadjah
Fleet Operatons Command Internal Document
Re: Mekantan(?) Distress Signal
Recieved 10 days Ago

The video, or series of video clips rather, has been thoroughly examined by intelligence experts and checked against known background data. The language(s) heard provide nearly 100% positive identity of the source, especially when compared with cultural knowledge and spacographic triangulation from visible consellations. The Intelligence branch of the Navy corellates recent activity near the Mekantan systems from numerous other nations. All indications suggest that this is NOT alliance activity. Whiel this low-quality of the video recieved has led to disputes over the reality ofits contents, we cannot deny that there was serious activity around and about its source shortly after we believe it to have been sent. A full investigation is highly recommended.
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Fleet Operatons Command Internal Document
Re: Re: Mekantan(?) Distress Signal
Recieved 10 days Ago

There is no need for panic. Disregard all unsigned Internal Documents. I know that the Fleet memo about the 'Mekantan' incident is alarming, and in the few hours since it was recieved there has been a flurry of activity. I would like to remind everyone that it is the policy of this Fleet to act only with assuredness. WE CANNOT CONFIRM THE TRUTHFULLNESS OF THE MESSAGE, AND WILL THEREFORE REGARD IT AS FALSE. I am sending this to everybody in hopes of stopping the panic so evident on my level, which must also be gripping the other floors of Fleet Command. As usual, under no circumstances are these memos to be shown to non-Command personnel.
~Cmdr Kevin S. Fant
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Fleet Operatons Command Internal Document
Re: Re: Re: Mekantan(?) Distress Signal
Recieved 10 days Ago

No, I insist that we all panic. Really. Something this serious can't be ignored for even a few hours longer than it already has been. Begin mobilization of recon forces. We can recall before we launch if evidence suggests falsitude. Hell, we can even recall AFTER launch, with the new FTL drives. Get back to work.
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Fleet Operatons Command Internal Document
Re: Re: Re: Re: Mekantan(?) Distress Signal
Recieved 10 days Ago

Who are you? What is your authorization? If it's as serious as you sugest, then we should remain here, HIDDEN. But it most likely isn't. I am very glad that ost personnell have disregarded this second message, but I will reiterate: No further action is to be taken. Everything is normal, everything is good.
On a side note, early indications show that PPS-4 has high potential as a mining world. The fourth recon group has been sent to secure it. This is not related to the 'Mekantan' issue, and I don't want any rumors.
~Cmdr Keven S. Fant

((OOC Was that a speedbump or a yellow volkswagon beetle?))

The following message has been sent to all nation that the DCND knows of:

Fellow nations who share this universe with our people,

You have no doubt seen the message sent by the Mekantans regarding a "Devilmachine." Should this be a reality, and not some horrid prank, the Nightmare Dragon Commanding Council has opted to offer an alliance with any nations who recieve this message and are willing to assemble a coalition force to attempt a defense against this "great destroyer."

Also, any knowledge on where this thing is headed would be greatly appreaciated.

We, as a nation, await your cooperation in this effort to defend the existance of life in this universe as we know it.

--Patriarch Drake of The Dominion of Clan Nightmare Dragon.