NationStates Jolt Archive

There are places in the mind mortaility are not meant to witness. There are some that occur that would drive the mind mad. They don't exist to be seen except by the souls most unfortunate to endure them.

..or inflict them.

But there are always doorways that can be created, sometimes by accident, others by design, and other by both, in an unintentional way. Those with good intetions can cause the worst of mistakes without realization, and even with the best of preparation.

Because sometimes, fate cannot be avoided.

..and the places not meant to be seen, make 'themselves' seen.

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*A solitary Dimensionalization Lab ; White Diamond/Sapphire*

"That indicator HAS to be perfectly alinged, or we stop this experiment right now!!"

"Yes Lady Washu! Yes!" ..a overstressed Lab-Tech is yelling back, as he and several others race to keep up with an experiment well past the critical stage, and now entering unknown territory. Lady Washu was rushing around to holo-displays and racing through various readings, trying to keep one step ahead of the laws of Dimensional Physics.

Normally, this couldn't even be done. But this wasn't an ordinary time or place. "Calibration readings still won't aling properly! It's like the target is fighting the effect!"

Washu growls under her breath. "And here I thought it was going to be easy. FINE! We won't fight this one! Begin to back off! Slowly!"

Washu then smacks the console next to her. It was the sixth attempt to establish a dimensionaly stable event horizon, one that could allow them the ability to peer into another reality. Such experiments were supposed to be directed to the grwoing technologies along the same lines. The Dimensional Habitation Units on the Treeships were along this line, though they were heavily controlled and influenced by a limiter. The Unit itself.

This however was total freeform. The attempt to begin full processes on dimensionalization sciences, and explore a totally new universe entirely. Such understandings could be both revolutionary and shattering on all scientific aspects at the same time.

Such of course was an uncertain science at best, and even the vast knowledge of the Ascendant Archives was not neccessarily enough to accomplish an event not attempted in over a billion years. Thus the current attempts were not doing well.

Washu just tapped at her console, when suddenly a shout from afar caught her attention. She looks up and sees a Targetting-Tech reacting wildly. "WHAT IS IT!!" ..she demanded.

The Tech shouts back. "I... I think 'we're' being targeted ma`am!!!"

Washu cocks an eye. "Say what?" ..and then jumps on her status displays to get the same information the Tech is. At the same time, other Techs are trying to get additional readings. Washu however sees them first, and is less than estatic.

In fact, she reacts with growing concern. "If.... if I didn't know better, this is... an artifical targeting effect. It's like it's seeking a similar reading. It's like...

...uh................................

..crap....

KILL THE REFLECTION PROTOCOLS! IT'S TRYING TO LOCK ONTO OUR SIGNATURE!!!"

The techs don't ask, they simply react, and do everything they can to shut down the dimensional protocols, the ones that governed the targeters probing for realities that were 'sympathetic', or rather, those that had the least likelyhood of causing a particle cascade reaction event.

Matter vs. Anti-matter or such things. It was apparently according to Washu's readouts that the targeting effect was not only controlled by another party, but the signals were 'real' similar. "(What if.... goddess help us if...)"

Then all of a sudden, her vision 'switches' so to speak, as her mind suddenly looks like it's seeing a totally different room. A place.... anything different than the lab.

Washu obviously looks around. "What is..."

Interspaced interruptions of voice from a Tech tries to inform.. "Look... ike a... sic... empr... ent hori.... is..... stabl... hing.... ad..... ash...."

Washu looks at the Tech, who is poping between the sight of thenTech, and some kind of brutalized, warped version. Maybe even.... slavish..."

Washu tries to look around more. "HEY! What is going."

The flip-effect in her sight grows more and more amplified, and even waveformic in effect, as it also becomes more and more 'dark' in vision. The more this continues, the more her mind seems to 'meld' to the sight of a far less cheery version of what is apparently another reality.

Less and less in fact, her own mind is still her own. The flip-effect draws out the voice of a similar, but far harsher version of the same. "Dammit crones! What the hell am I seeing?!?"

"...istre... ashu... t see... hat the horiz.... is... starting to..... istress Wash..... Mistress Washu?"

The flip starts to fade away, and it becomes clear that the mind listening is far less magnanamous than the one holding the same vision a moment ago. She looks around at her acolytes and tries to still her mind.

She looks around at the dusk interior of the orderly, yet choking atmosphere of the interior. The acolyte next to her, apparently also 'similar' in appearance to the one that held vision for a few brief moments, causes her to look with revulsion in return.

"Mistress Washu. Did you make any contact?"

Washu looks around slowly, and realizes she still in the same place, or... that she... "Yes, I am well. No thanks to your ineptitude."

The Acolyte looks back with a dry gaze. "I 'did' warn you that..." ..he doesn't get a chance to finish his chide, as Washu literally slams the back of her fist across his skull. "That is for trying to teach 'me' anything."

Mistress Washu then begins to walk towards the exit. "I must report what I've seen to the Master. Inform me immediately if anything else occurs." ..the other fearful acolytes only bow and watch her leave. A true wave of relief washes over them when she leaves.

"That crone never could take critizism." ..one Acolyte mentions, before he realizes his words are too loud. He never even feels his neck being snapped via a vicious use of telekinetics.

Mistress Washu then exits both the chamber, corridor, and finally ends up outside. The view in her vision is of a ruined world. Her view from a rock ledge, of a utterly purple-gray sky, with a landscape charred beyond normal recognition.

A few dull streaks of light manage through the thoroughly depressing scenery. The daily image of a world scortched beyond reason. Thus, was the mind that held the view as well. "Ah, another wonderful morning." Washu puts with utter sarcasim, her venom all too apparent.

She then mentally 'waves over' a hidden transport, one in the make of a refugee truck. Such was the days that lent to secrecy, ever since the end of the First War. As she climed aboard the lavish interior, or at least one by the standards available. A cloister of plush body pillows, liquor, all the comforts of a despot.

For in a despotic universe, she was queen among slaves. And for her, that was more than the rest of her useless bretherin could expect. As yet. As she boarded the waiting vehicle, she ordered. "To the compound. I must report my progress to his Lordship."

The vehicle shoots off, not expecting much in resitance along the way. Ever since the Novan Empire had defeated the Ascendancy, it has become a matter of survival, prue and simple. Over 75 years since the invasion, and now the time was closing for the ripe time to take revenge.

She still however didn't see much past her own comforts and her greed for knowledge. Such was a power she kept using as barter for her extravagance, and she reveled in it. As a slave poured the waiting glass of wine, she tought over her mused experience.

"(So I was correct. There is 'more' out there than just this pathetic existence. That will barely please him of course. Like anything does.

But let him be hateful. It'll keep him from prying into my affairs. And who knows. It may prove profitable to me in the end.)"

The vehicle moved along, passing Novan checkpoints in the bleak ashen landscape at whim, thanks to a bought off set of codekeys and a few lined pockets. She would arrive at the secret location with no trouble at all.

Which was little in comparison to what was about to brew in the coming days.

Not to mention all of known space.

..and realities.

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((OC- This thread is meant to begin an idea NZ and I worked up, something that if it works out right, can make on hell of a fun rp series of threads down the road.

That catch with this one is that it's an alternate reality, so all the normal NS rules are out the window in favor of the plot. Those that decide to join in HAVE to go with the plot, or be just reading. The events here WILL affect the normal NS universe down the road.))

OOC: I guess i will just enter some of my alternet universe chars and wait for your normal universe onces to contact mine.

IC: On the Bridge of the Nova. Emperor Naraku sat going over reports. It had been three years since Nova Zeta ended its Allience with The Dominion Axis and they now had to do everything.

Grand Admiral Yusuke walked up to Emperor Naraku and bowed. " My lord the reports you asked for are done"

Naraku sighs " More damn reports."

" Yes my lord our supplie lins are becomeing weaker. We sould of Never broke with The Dominion Axis there Forces are three times the size of ours."

Naraku snaps " We dont need their damn help. Dose damn Vorta always demanding and barking orders. And those Founders...."

" please forgive me my lord i spoke out of place."

The Ship was in orbit of the moon of Zeta Prime... or what was left of it.

OOC: Ok I want to try this here is Deatharon in Alternate Reality
IC:
The President Akarth Von Antheron was in his command Ship Guardian. The Deatharon people were in constant fear of invasion. In a world were the Gaians were despotic the Deatharon's became democratic. The Democratic Republic of Deatharon lived in a state of Martial law. The Magog were constanly invadeing the Democratic Republic of Deatharon. The Republic Guard battled for dominace.


OOC: The Magog were defeated early in Deatharons history but because Akarth Von Antheron did not attack them. The Magog built enough swarm ships to invade Deatharon.

Mistress Washu's 'chariot' arrives at a less than opulent place. Another cave essentially. As Washu looked around, she silently cursed her continued existence in such squallows. The putrid reality continued to sicken her, and the sights she endured made her hate everything around her even more.

If it weren't for her easily bought vises, garnered from her continued dealings with the Novan occupiers to help advance their weapons and create ever more horrid weapons of extravagant destruction, she'd have euthenised herself long ago.

As it was, her treasures garnered, were also bought to another party. One that promised an end of this existence one and for all.

She walks into the cave opening, one detail shared by all surviving Gaian resistance elements ever since the end of the First War. It was called such because the Gaians had just expanded to an area of eighteen star systems, and were beginning to see the glories of the Gaian dream. They had just founded the first operational yards, the facets that could have made them great.

Could have... if not for the Novan Empire. For twenty years the Novan Empire, after apparently gutting the schisimed Neo Zetan realm, found the nacent Ascendancy amid their absobing rampage of conquest. It was a miracle it was only twenty years, because at first, the inital Novan Fleets were badly beaten back by the existing defenses.

But the Gaians hadn't been war hardened, and their resources were not unlimited. Had they only come some ten years later, the war may have turned out 'very' differently. Instead the Novans kept coming, looking to destroy the Ascendancy.

The years between the inital war and the utter destruction of the Ascendancy was a long brutal war that simply drained the Ascendancy down to the last soul. It also was a war of pitched battles that ended up taking out of the Novans as much as they gave. In the end, it took too much and the Gaians pleas for mercy were utterly ignored.

Washu still remembered the day that saw literally the entire sky of the Homeworld she still resided upon, and the bombardment that every habitable world in the System endured, for several weeks on end. It was a war of such total overkill, that the scars left even continued to make the planet itself bleed of lava flows and shudder of uncontrolled tremors.

It also took a 'lot' of personal cost along with it. Washu no less affected. As she delved deeper into the steel wrought corridor that led to a set of chambers that comprised what was left of the original goverment of the Ascendancy.

She entered a large literal war room. That's all it was. All it was dedicated to. The husk still had a hidden secret within, that even the long occupation had managed not to find. The world was leaderless, but the gathered here were not. "Permission to enter." Washu spoke with annoyed accent. A guard takes her genetic coded rod and passes it through a scanner.

There was no trust here, only guns and convulted plans.

As soon as Washu was cleared, she went around the round, multi-level depressioned chamber and headed for the far chamber door.

She entered after a second harser check that forced her to produce a blood sample and other detailed scans. Five minutes later she entered the chamber of the only other person that she had any respect left for. Everyone else was either dead of such loyalties or just plain dead.

She enters, her prefered jumpsuit mimicing the aura od dread in the room with such clarity. She enters and kneels. "I have news Milord. You were correct about your theory."

The shadows in front of her are suffocating, and lack detail. It's not for a lack of light alone however. Washu knows she has been listened to and continues. She knows better by now. "As for the other plans, I've been informed that most are already in position.

The fools know not what awaits them."

Still more silence. Washu would have at one time been very much annoyed by this, but the last time she did that, she was very much suprised to have lived through it. Not only was she killed, but then refused back into life, just to be killed twice more.

..and 'then' given the words that she kept in her heart like a icy shard that still stuck inside to this day.

{{{~ Do not question my silence. You are the 'fortunate' one here... Mistress. ~}}}

The echo of sixteen years past was a wraith in her mind that kept her in check. The person she feared most was nothing less than a total shadow of what he once was in the beginning.

Worse, the shadow was growing into something that made undead steer clear.

Washu then finishes. "The attempt will take place in six hours."

"{{{~ You use the wrong word. ~}}}" ..Washu is visibly shaken. It's worse sounding than before. "M..m..milord...??"

A deep breath that seems like it sounds of life being sucked out of the remaining light. Just bare telltale edges of visible areas seem to 'retreat' at the same time.

If she hadn't been there in person, she'd have dismissed it all immediately.

She only now wishes she could do that.

"{{{~ 'Attempt', is a weak word. It suggests we will fail.

All my being expects otherwise. We did not wait nearly a century for this chance. The weaknesses and past failiures are addressed. And I 'trust' you have been effective in your 'specialties', that is, unless you wish to lose all you hold dear. ~}}}"

Washu keeps shivering despite herself, it's all she can do apparently, and she can't fathom why. "Ye... yes....... yes milord, we cannot fail." ...she hears herself say. She even can't seem to control her own voice, less her body ash she bows uncontrollably.

The dark shadows seem to stir.. "{{{~ Learned all lessons we have needed. Now it comes time to bring suffering untold fold to those that took from us that we held dear.

There will be no mercy. ~}}}"

Washu keeps bowing, just as the door behind her opens. Only one being 'can' do this without having to scan himself. Washu knows it, and has leanred to slowly hate him over the years.

..the subject feels no less. He enters and bows. "You requested my presence my Lord."

"{{{~ Did the meeting go well Lord Masaki. Was there any suspect? ~}}}"

Lord Tenchi Masaki, the only other survivor of the bombardments 75 years past, infact almost to the day. Even he knew forgotten events, even if the rest of space knew little.

So much the better. "I discussed with the governor. The Novan was too entranced of my lathering of niceties to worry little about any else. He did inform the breakup between the Novans and the Dominion Axis. Also we learned that Neo Zetan resistance elements have drawn away some Novan elements from our area.

If there was a ripe time, this is it. We have garnered the loyalty of sixteen Fleet Commanders, and purchased enough forces to take all objectives within a six hour timeframe. There will be no mistakes."

A strange sound of content comes from the shadows. The voice drones far more deeply with little warning. "{{{~ Be assured that there is more waiting, and that the overthrow will become more extensive than any can ever guess.

If there is one lesson however you both must take to the battlefield, it shall be this.

Show all cruelty. Do not hesitate. Conduct all matters as they 'must' be done. Refuse all chance of pleas. No soul before you, even our own, is worth any amount, over the final victory that will begin soon. It is by these methods that you will know your vices and power, and I know justice.

And more, when we cleanse of those that are unpure within our realm, the task shall have only begun.

Those that did not aid us in our darkest hour, will know of nothing but a darkness that festers eternally. A plauge that feeds on the death we create. The immorality we spread with impunity.

This is the time that our dark desty is fullfilled, and all will cringe before our eternal might.

Those that were loyal in the beginning, are the only that are sparred. All else is fodder to the final purge. All life is on the precipice of destruction, and upon the crushed ruins of these souls will we know any measure of our returned place in the cosmos.

Now go, and spread my will among the unpure. ~ }}}" ..and then the shadows seem to go cold and still. Washu and tenchi both now that speaking further is pointless and potentially fatal.

They both bow and leave swiftly.

Once outside, they only comment. "You had better be right kid." Washu says. Tenchi only coldly replies back. "It is you that has more to lose than gain. Be assured that if there is any failiure, do not expect mercy."

Washu just laughs with full ego. "As if I care anymore. This life is repugnant enough. Just do your job lap boy."

Both just avoid each other and return to their respective caves. Washu to her Labs, and Tenchi to his training dojo and command centers underneath the old Capital City.

All over the old Ascendancy, not just the old territories, but over a thousand star systems, including old territories of the Neo Zetans, and several small nations, that the Gaians cultivated over 50 years after it was 'safe' to prepare for the coming revolution.

But none knew they were pawns of something far worse to come. The Novans were territory grubby, and had taught the lessons of mercy well to the Gaians.

The aftermath would see something far, far worse, and from the imagination that once held life above all else, was warped beyond selfish reason. It was going into realms of paracide. Even genocide. More than just military forces were being cultivated over a half century. Dark elements were entering furition as well. All terrible times were growing as well.

(00:00:05:41:18)

(( sweetness))

A figure walked slowly out into a old bunker on the Planet Ishbal. Albedo set down his heart pounding.

" Did the Droids see you my love?" Jessica said to Albedo

" No thankfuly they did not. I got the codes for The Droid Armys."

Albedo was one of the ringleaders of the Neo Zetan resistance. However it wasnt a resistance for freedom but more for power. They were not crul but they wished to take the place of The Nova Zetan Empire.

It was that greed that lead to the invasion. They attacked Nova Zeta and got cocky during the last battle. The Dominion Axis could not sit by and watch Nova Zeta be taken by these Invaders and so the allience between the two broke Neo Zeta and killed Emperor Jayce.

But they fought on untell Nova Zeta destroyed Zeta Prime. With that Neo Zeta gave in.

However their Spirit wasnt broken. They dreamed of the day The Neo Zetan Star Empire would be born.

Ani Toguro looked at Albedo " We have over ten fleets who will turn to our side when the time comes. Nova Zeta is almost broke and cant pay their commanders. We can."

Albedo nods " Any word from Grand Admiral Yusuke"

Jessica smiles " Yes our leader sends word that soon the Gaians may rise up. When they do we need to act and take as Much Nova Zetan terrtory as we can befor the Gaians. Then we can talk with them about aiding each other if it proves to be useful to us"

Albedo " Good Regent Scar will aid us if he sees Nova Zeta is haveing to pull back to save his own skin."

Albedo " As for the Dark Lady Aura she promises Her Fleets will aid us."

The Deatharon Armada was in the midst of another Magog raid. Thousands of swarm ships were attacking the Deatharon core worlds. The Marines battled the magog across many systems. The Mutants were reconginzed as citizens early and the ogre warriors fought the Magog along side the humans. The death toll numbered well into the thousands. The Sites of cities being ravaged were common site. The Deatharon President needed help but who in this cold universe would help the fledging democracy that is Deatharon?

OOC: Tagging this thread to monitor it until it rolls out into the normal universe

*White Diamond Occupied System - Novan Empire*

Among the many vessels that drifted aimlessly, all were Novan. Obviously no other were present. And these days the numbers were far less. With the break off of the Dominion, the system was far less occupied.

In fact, it was almost all vessels that had been 'bought' off. There was another soul that was present that still from the old goverment. She too was corrupted by fearful memories and the voice that was promissing total redemption of their race.

She had worked her way up over the years to a high position in the occupying fleet, and 'that' for a Gaian that 'supposedly' turned traitor openly, but rather on an early commandment from her source, lent to the chance oppritunity. Another fruition that was rapidly coming to the fore.

She was watching the gray husk of the former homeworld out her somewhat opulent office. Another that had taken advantage of the right pockets lined. Those that objected in any way had been 'dealt' with long ago.

Any left were not in the system, save one. The rest withdrawn due to the Novan need to secure their pathetic trade routes for their greedy needs.

"Unpure fools." ...the dark blue haired Mistress commented before having a sip of a cool, clear liquid that scalded her throat. Just then the office hatch opens and a commander of the Nova Fleet enters with two aides.

"You wished to see us Mistress Yurika." The Commander still called her. He knew who was supposedly in charge. Mistress Yurika however was looking at the 'last' one. In fact, he was the deliberate last she wanted to see. Discussions with the other secret agreements were already made, and only one Fleet Group was not in on the plan.

She had already however, made arrangements. "I wished to see you Commander." She then leans back, the planet below starting to frame her eerily. For a few moments she just sits there. She waits. The Novan Commander becomes impatient expectantly. He was never 'nice' about being under this foreign scum and it was nawging at his craw with each passing day. He himself had planned an 'accident' all the same in the coming days to finally rid himself of this impediment to his rightful station.

If only he knew.

Finally he blurts annoyed.. "Mistress........."

"How long have we known each other?"

Yurika's question catches the Commander off guard. He then responds. "Twenty-seven years. (..and all wretched at that..)" ..he thought.

"And how many meetings have we had in that time."

The Commander barely registers this.. "I.. really don't..."

"134 meetings."

The Commander blinks. "That... is interesting."

Yurika then lifts her glass of rare sake, and lifts it. "It's a shame there won't be a 135th meeting."

The Commander doesn't realize, and just as Yurika lifts to drink, a sudden shot of a projectile weapon 'sounds' though the Commander's head, killing him instantly. His jerking body falls to the ground and his head pools blood over the floor. Yurika then finishes her long sip of her drink.

"Such a shame....." ..she then looks at the Captain that hoslters his weapon. She then rises and walks around deliberately to step over the dead body of her last 'obstacle' to her objectives. She then walks over and caresses the cheek of the assassin, and then commands. "Please take 'your' Fleet Group... Admiral... to a location behind the fourth moon of the planet formerly known as Emerald. You will take the docks and starbases surrounding them, by 'any' means.

Now do go and do not dissapoint me please." ..she croons softly, the Captain bowing. As soon as they leave however, she sighs thickly. "They are such fools."

She then turns her comm device on, a special one on her wrist, shapped into a marvelous jewel bracelet. She then speaks into it. "Final pawn in place. Out."

She then returns, stepping over the body, and then sits back down. She then hits a comm panel. Security, please come to my office, I just stopped a traitor from killing me, and I need the body take to autopsy.

...and... another drink."

She then shuts off the comm, and turns around. The smell of blood soon enters her nostrils. She sniffs deeply. "I think I will enjoy this smell."

Even she was beyond the precipice.

(00:00:03:21:41)

Even tho the rebellion had yet to start on a major scale it had started on The Omega System. This was key to beating Nova Zeta. It has massive base the Housed Proto Omega. The Fleets around it were loyal to Grand Admiral Yusuke but their were soom troops in The Omega System that were loyal to Nova Zeta

A small hit Squad lead by Karasu entered the controle room.

The station commander turned to him " What are you doing here our meeting isnt for another five hours"

Karasu pulls his gun same with his squad " This Station is now under the controle of the Star Empire of Neo Zeta."

" What is the meaning of this" the station commander has handcuffed

" Take him to the prision section" Karasu said

This went on all over the station untell it was under their controle.

The Omega System was now under the controle of The Star Empire of Neo Zeta.

The Magog retreated into slph stream and left the Antaries Galaxy. The Deatharon people had surrived yet another massive raid at the cost of thousands of lives. The President made an annocuement to the people, "My Fellow Deatharons we have suffered horriabley under the attacks of the Magog. The time has come for action. We must now come to a horriable decision we must destroy them with are Holocaust Warhead missiles. Today I go before the Demorcratic Council to ask for permission to bring the war to the evil Magog." The People in Deatharon Prime and in the other colony worlds cheer for the President despite the fact so many friends and love ones had been murdered.

The master of the Doomhawk Legion General Krell and his loyal second in command Colonel Marius plotted there invasion of the Magog home system. The President had given them orders to show no mercy if the Council voted for invasion.

*Clan Home Occupied System - Novan Empire*

A pair of lethal agents made their way down a shuttle and were heading for a Imperial Command Center. The one they were heading for was within a special chamber. One sequestered and difficult to find.

Agents Shayla and Afura walked calmly past the rows of Droid troops that partolled the Command Center. They had little to fear from them. "They still look ugly." Shalya scowled under her breath as she and Afura pass a pair of Super Droids.

The Droids eye the pair, through their standard 'red' infravision receptors. The two however didn't care of their comments were heard. They 'did' care about what they were delivering.

They passed through respective security check points easily. They then entered the chambers of the one being they still feared. This was only so since they only knew 'her' as their boss. They knew of rumors of those above her, but they dared not ask.

They enter, passing two guard droids and to the interior of the Lady of Operations Intellegence, Novan Empire. The approach the dark desk, large and wide-rounded, with little light save from constantly open holoscreens that popped in and out. The then reach the table bow. "Mistress Funaho-Ki"

The tall seat turns slightly. "Is it done."

"Yes Mistress, the codes were obtained from Neo Zetan resistance cells, though, they won't know 'how' we obtained them, as you ordered. They will think it was a Novan Intel hit, we made utterly certain."

Funaho peers through the shadows with her slit eyes, piercing their souls thoroughly. Afura's words however find little need to distrust them.

Still.. "Any 'uncertainty' discovered will have... ramifications... once the operation is completed. I hope you both still know your prayers well."

Both looks up and gulp. "Be a.. assured milady, there is no reason we should fail. You taught us too well." Shayla stammers out. The fear only mentioned a dn felt here, was magnified within their hearts. Even pitch black and cold ashen, they still knew fear too well.

..and the one they reported to, knew how to deal it out. Funaho however feels satisfied enough to then order. their next operation. "There is little time. This System is a major trade supply center. It will be take quickly, but you must also move with all speed to take out the commanders I have sent to a meeting with the planetary governer.

He would have been useful if not for his loyalties, and you will 'deal' with them just as the operation begins. When the droid armies are fully captiured, and the fleets taken over on cue, then you will strike.

And then..." ..she then turns fully back to face away from her agents. They only see the talk back of the black chair. "....our time will have finally come."

The two agents, trained too well, then bow. "As you command Mistress. We shall endeavor swiftly." Afura replies. Before they leave however. "I have one other task for you.

..to be done once the operation enters it's final phase."

What they are told shocks them greatly, but they again do not differ. To do so was instant death. "As... you wish milady." Both say, and then leave.. quickly.

Funaho, once they leave, pips in a special comm code. She then says.. "It is done Milord." ..and then she shuts down the comm. Signals like these were secretly being sent from all over the vast target area.

Over 6,500 Systems were under target, with the overextended Novan Empire having been the main author. She knew a good part would become the Neo Zetan realm, and was not worried about them in the least. The Gaians however had prepared with a far more methodical mindset, all from the mind of one being.

She understood the wisdom well. All the trained and loyal Gaians that had been brought up, were in place, and every major and minor strategic and tactical target long since labeled. Even the time line was both strict, and realistic. They were however not content with just a mere 6,500 Systems.

..they were only the 'base' to feed off of. The inital Fleet Commanders bought off, only a seemingly few, fielded fleet commands in the thousands of ships. All had long since grown tired of the Novan decadance and corruption that was causing the Novan citizens and soldiers to suffer with far less than their predecessors. The depravity was so deep and extensive, that they would latch loyalty to 'any' glory that was readily available. The vast forces made 'available' was more than enough for the immediate goals of the overthrow.

Longer terms plans however were already made.

For the moment, she knew vengance was at hand. Her favorite tool of many such emotions to weild as her weapon. She planned to make good use of it in a few short hours.

No one knew what was coming.

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*The dark echoes of the shadows, formless, without measure

..without compassion...*

He peers into the master he chose, and listens to the lessons he took deep to his whithered heart. His voice is guttural and finds nothing but all forms of infernal emotion.

"{{{~ They... took them from us... my cherishment.... my soul.. ~}}}"

"[[ :: ~ This is very true my friend. The suffering is nothing less than a mortal insult. They please themselves still off your grief. Even without realizing it.

You are weak until you break them with your hatred. That hatred will make you invincible. ~ ::]]"

"{{{~ How do I know I have broken them? I know their cries in my mind. I feel their souls rendered in my dreams. I know the taste of their fear, but that is all in my mind still..

..not reality. So then, where is the line I accept that is the broken spirit of my enemies? ~}}}"

A dark silence.... then...

[[ :: ~ Do not find a line. Do not search for it. Suffering has no limit. Take that invicibility and ensure that all extensions of your enemies know no rest from utter torment.

You must destroy them uttery, then go beyond this. Destroy and maim, disembowl and feast on their cries. Find no respite, and it will contine to feed you power. Glorious power that has no limit either within, or external of your physical soul.

The real world is a fraud, power lies far beyond this. You will know these, and then become more powerful than any soul ever known.

And there, the feast of destiny is yours. Claim it and refuse any voice that tries to avert you any otherwise. Those that do so are your enemies, and you must erradicate them swiftly. Any weakness will destroy you, and the result will be no less merciless.

Take your right place and 'never' look back. Ever... ~ :: ]]"

Aleaic peers his mind to the power he gave his entire soul to, and says.

"{{{~ I will do far more. There 'is' no looking back.

There only is a future where there will be one destony.

..the end of the future itself. Plated as my dowry to my one master. ~}}}"

The darkness finds it's own perverted joy. "[[ :: ~ I cannot teach you any more.

It is time my servant. Go and fulfill your destiny on the backs of those you break. ~ :: ]]"

Aleaic replies back to the darkness. "{{{~ As if I will do less. ~}}}" ..his voice so full of hate, the darkness find a way to be 'darker' for a mere moment.

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(00:00:02:36:51)

The Marine Starcommand sent The War fleet of Pride Snowleapord which opens hundreds of wormholes and followes the Magog ship's under cloak to the World ship. This leads the War fleet to the middle of the Milky Way Galaxy a place the Democratic Republic tries to avoid if possiable. The World ship was made up of nine planets hooked up to a slave sun. The world ship heads towards the next system in the area to launch a massive invasion. The Cloaked warship gives coordinates. The Holocaust Warhead missiles are sent towards there targets by wormhole.

Grand Admiral Yusuke left the Nova and headed to a cloaked ship the New York. Once aboard he sent word to those loyal to him. a heavly coded message would be sent piggy backing on normal astroid movement chart transmissions

To all fleet and army commanders loyal to The Star Empire of Neo Zeta. Its time to start phase one. Change Any droid command codes under your command to what ever you see fit. All cloneing stations shell now go to war time production.

Task Force Vengence and Lust take postion near Emperors world and ready to attack the Nova Zetan fleets there.

Task force Delta, Spider and Hawk ready to attack the former border worlds of the Gaian Ascendancy.

Ishbal Task force you have a hard mission and you must succed. Capture the Command Station in orbit and defeat Admiral Rubedos Fleet.

Task force Demon will luanch a attack on the Nova Zetan Military Training Center.

Task for Beta, Reman, And Star Empire will attack Nova Prime. Remaining Task force secure former Neo Zetan systems.

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(00:00:00:06:51)

((OOV: Hmmm.. I kinda want in on this. :D Any suggestions on what you'd like from me, Gaian?))

The Holocaust warhead missles all 900 of them struck the planets (one hundred per planet.) The massive Naqata Nauderia blast cover these planets destroying all biological life. The Magog on these worlds were slaughtered millions of the feared Magog had been destroyed in this one surpise attack. The swarm ships were surpised at the attack and look for the source of the attack. The Cloaked warfleet had a powerful weapon, The Black Hole Generator and had it aimed at the slave sun. This would wipe out the Magog once and for all. The War Fleet decloaks and quickly raises shields and weapons.

((OOC: Ah! Just got an idea! Heehee. Deatharon, hope you don't mind.))


The War Fleet uncloaking was their cue to attack.3

Thousands of Gnufasurian star fighters decloaked, swarming from all around the Deatharon War Fleet, racing for the Magog forces.

"Zombie Strike Leader to all Zombie Wings. Light 'em up, boys!" The lead starfighter radioed to the rest of the Zombie Squadron, as it dove headfirst into battle.

The Zombie Squadron, Gnufasurian's Elite Kamikaze Mercenary unit. All pilots suffered from Geostigma, a rare and uncurable diesase that were afflicted upon Nekos. Whilst their bodies slowly decayed, the Gnufasurian government stuffed them full of combat drugs, and sold their services to whatever suicide attack plan they could find.

This was one such suicide attack plan... And, for every Gnufasurian craft destroyed, it took three Magog crafts with it.

~~~~~~~~~

((OOC: Feel free to include the Zombie Squadron in your posts. :D It really doesn't matter if none of them survive, since they are all dead already. :D))

The Magog swarm ships were vastly outnumbered agaisnt the Deatharon Warfleet and the The Zombie Squadron. The Swarm ships attempt to pull of there normal tatic. land on the large capital ships and drill into the armor untill they pierce the hull and invade the ship. The problem was the Deatharon warfleet hit the Magog ships with hundreds of Alpha Warhead Missiles. The Magog Worldship fires hundreds of Point Singularity Cannons at the Deatharon Forces while the Swarm Ships attack the Zombie Forces. The War Fleet retiales with there own Point Singularity cannons. The Snowleopard The Marine Command Cruiser fires the Black Hole Generator at the Slave Sun the world ship is being sucked into the Black Hole. The Signal goes out and a massive wormhole opens. The Zombie Forces are ordered to fall back while the War fleet heads to the wormhole. In the end 30 Deatharon warships were destroyed in the attack. rather low causlites considering the effect.

Time ticked down as the task force took their postions.

With the Omega System under Neo Zetan command The Command and Controle of Nova Zeta was gone.


Albedo and Toguros ground troops were outside the Goverment Controle Center on Ishbal 1,000 Clone troops would storm the building and get the very populer Regent Scar to switch sides.

The Fleet lead by the Dark Lady Aura would Aid Yusuke in attacking the Moon base Luner and then capture the dead planet of Zeta Prime. They planed to repair the planet and bring it back as the capital

Aura sent a message to Yusuke

" mmm your looking good as always Yusuke"

" Lady Aura how good of you to join us two hours late."

" Your lucky i came big man"

Yusuke smiles " begian your attack run"

The New York Decloaked and joined Auras fleet and opened fire on the Luner Base

(00:00:00:00:00)

Meanwhile Vengence and Lust Moved in on the Fleet Near Emperors world

The Fleets sent out their fighters but Neo Zetas Mobile Suits were equaped to take down their fighters.

The Capital ships moved into close ranged combat

The Reman Warbirds attacked the Nova Zetan Capital Ships and did heavy damage. They had trouble locking on to the Cloaked Reman Warbirds.

Task force Delta, Spider and Hawk entered the areas that were the former border worlds of the Gaians. 23 in all. They came across few ships the ones they did they destroyed.

The Ground Troops landed fast on the worlds and attacked Nova Zetan troops and Droids.The battles were small but heated

The Ishbal Task force made their way to the Command Station in Orbit. They were still seen as a Loyal fleet. The transports docked and the troops unloaded.

Their mission sneak to the command room and take controle. If all gose well the Station wont send word to the near by fleet to come.

Albedo and Toguro would wait for word of the Stations fall befor moveing in.

The Task forces ment to attack the training center and Nova Prime would wait as well.

Other fleets all over Nova Zetan systems started to secure them.

As ordered, the Zombie Squardon falls back, providing some basic covering fire for the Warfleet as it falls back into the wormhole.

Quite surprisingly, the Zombie Squardon only lost 45% of it's numbers this battle. And, only 2% of those casualities were directly related to the Geostigma diesase. As the Squadron piggy-back with the fleet back, the Zombie Strike Leader radios up to the leader of the Warfleet. "Another battle well fought. Casualities were light, even by our standards. If you require our services further, the Zombie Squadron is at your disposal."

Adrimal Isis the head of the warfleet responds, "The Democratic Republic of Deatharon thanks you for your help, We will be sure to hire you in future combat missions. We were lucky we hit the Magog in a surpise raid we probally will not be that lucky next time we fight a Magog world ship."



Secret Government meeting in the Democratic Capital building
Deatharon Prime

The President Akarth Von Antheron was inquireing on success of the mission, "So the Worldship was destroyed?" The Adrimal of the Warfleet responds, "Yes, Mr President the Worldship is elieminated we hope we destroyed all the Magog like you and the Democratic Council ordered." The President replies, "I don't think General Krell will be to happy he was hopeing to invade the world ship." The Adrimal Isis responds, "Sir, That would have been sucide. The World ship contained Millions of the Magog." The President responds, "Praise all that is holy you destroyed those abminations of nature."

It started in the former System named Sien.

The System had long been stripped of resources, the area a major trade and processing center. It was also the center of a major Droid Army facility. Over 75 years, millions upon millions of Droids had been constructed here. The vast numbers staggering, and long since spread out through the Novan Empire. The Droids had come primarily from this world due to it's vast and raped desposits of all kinds.

The System was long gutted of these resources, and was a now just a major staging base for the long since inert Novan expansionist campaigns. They not only existed in bases, but stations, warships, factories and foundries, cities, strategic centers, communication nodes, concentration camps, lunar bases, defense stations, literally every concievable place that a Droid Combat Unit could be placed.

And all those codes were in either the hands of the Neo Zetan resistance, of the Gaian resistance. The latter had become far less of a resistance however, and more of a exchange of power. For 75 years, the Gaians wormed their way into vast numbers of important posts, using all manner of corrupt deeds and laced pockets, promises of power and destiny.

75 years since the fall of the dream. Now the nightmare was ready to take place.

It began here, because the Novans had been foolish enough to allow most of their troops to be proccessed and recoded here at the three major droid factory bases, and the vast droid control mainframe that took up half of one of the ruptured cities.

And the Gaians were 'right' on top of every one of those bases. It was fortunate that the Novans were too focused on their own vices to take the time for an expensive catalogue of their commanders and assets.

The Gaians did that for them.

...along with everything else over the entire target area.

It started here, by the word of a single command, sent though the Dark Link.

"{{{~ Bring me our Rightful place. ~}}}"

Literally moments later, the planet suddenly had all it's codes changed, and this spread through the rest of the target worlds in very short order. The first changed commands were also sent to the Droids, anf the methodical catalouge of trusted and eliminated were put into effect. The bought off commanders immediately ordered the change of all warship codes and had all 'undesirables' viciously put down in a purge that would take the lives of millions before the day was out.

Droids meanwhile took over all the indicated important strategic and tactical objectives. For the next six hours, a swift campaign begins to break out over the 6,500 Star Systems targeted. Over 4,500 Star capable vessels of all kinds were taken over, even sometimes by pure automated and droid control, and then ordered to capture other vessels or secure minor objectives. It was all these small battles that comprised the larger uprising.

It all started at Sien, and Lord Tenchi back on White Diamond watched apprasingly. "So, our time... has finally come."

A Droid commander approaches within the vast war room. ":: Sir.. the city above is ours. Estimates place the rest of the planet at two hours and the system in three. ::"

Tenchi nods. Then adds.. "Ensure all Nucleonic and Biohazard stockpiles are both captured and immediately redeployed throughout the loyal fleet. By the time the inital operation is conducted, then we shall push the advantage.

As the Master commands, give no quarter."

":: As you command. ::" ..and then leaves to carry out blind orders. Lord Masaki then looks up at a large oversized holo-globe, showing the red dots that are Novan held territory.

...which are slowly being phased into green dots. A slowly speeading number of critical central points are causing adjacent Systems to be upsurped as well. The consolidation of the shock coup was already in progress. He knew well that many enemies were already dead.

Or worse.........

He was musing this, when he 'felt' the call. Tenchi immediately turns around and then yells too his commanders. "I have been called. Continue the operations unabated." ..the Gaian commanders bow as Tenchi departs.

Tenchi wonders why he's being called now.

--

Meanwhile, two Ops Agents finish wiping themselves of the blood of their victims. Shayla quips annoyed. "Blood is just so sticky."

Afura just snaps back. "You were too slow. A more swift attack would have saved you such 'problems'."

Shayla only sneers back. She didn't care why she hated with such passion, only that it have a target. Still, Afura was her equal in skill and ability. She didn't see the need to do more work than was already done. "Let's report back." ..Shayla just says and heads out, Afura stops to pick up the badge of the former governor, one she relished in killing. The Novan scum had it coming.

"Another trophy." Afura quips, and then pulls out a immolator grenade, and tosses the set timed weapon behind her onto the floor, and then closes the hatch shut as she departs.

There will be none that find the scortched bodies when someone next enters this chamber.

--

Across the target worlds, fleets that are taken over, quickly subdue other objectives. The very few fleets not immediately taken over one way or another, soon fall to other measures, including using nerve gas, nano-disease, any other score of insidious methods long since planted in the Novan forces, through decades of medical 'check-ups'.

The blood of the former conquerers are being used as the broken foundation to a grand future, by the eye of the Gaians.

As for the territories focused on by the Neo Zetan resistance, they are ignored for now, as the Gaian reach is ever the greater. Ever the more bloody.

The Neo Zetan task forces were winning the Nova Zetan ships were surrendering more then they had even hoped.

The Luner base was being pounded into rubble as the New York fired its main laser. The Base was destroyed as the Dark Fleet targeted the Dead World. Emperor Narakus Nova was in orbit of it.

The Ishbal command station went down good as the troops seized command easy.

They reprogramed the nearby Droid Fleet. Nova Zeta had indeed become weak

The Troops stormed into the Ishbal Goverment Center but Droids offered heavy fire. Albedo took a squad of Clones to flank the Droids.

40 mins later the first and secound floor were taken. All that was left was Regent Scar

They busted threw the door destroying the Two Destroyer Droids in the room first.

" What do i owe this honor Albedo?"

Albedo smiles " Scar its over Nova Zeta will soon fall. You could be useful too us"

" hmmmmm alright i will join your side. If i am made A Grand Admiral while keeping my Regen postion on Ishbal"

Albedo nudgeingly agrees " You have a deal"

Regent Scar " Orders all droids on Ishbal to stand down.

meanwhil the task forces that were to attack Novas Heart readyed them selfs.

The Deatharon Armada sends out thousands of Probes into other Galaxies looking for any sign of Magog life. These Probes would scan any habital planet, ship, and register the information back to the Democratic Intelligence Core run by Aluria the Grand Psyker of Deatharon.

One System after another fell to the vast operation. While the Zetans measured their success, and the Deatharons too, among others, the Gaians measured theirs by not just mere territory, or those killed.

..but the after effect that war caused, kept feeding that death into the Dark Side of all things. Even the Sith that fed off the Dark Side, did not feed off of it this much.

It was this that the constant death and travesties kept feeding into to. It was no longer life that fed him. It was pure Darkness in utter form, and total effect. There was only one who could go that far, because his heart was so black in the end.

The harted so total. The only thing that kept him going in the end was the promise of a future of nothing but feeding off of constant death, and from that, he would know full power, as he was promissed, the day after he knew love had been dead as well.

The heart that loved the most, fell the hardest the day of the bombardment began. It still hasn't stopped falling.

For others, it was the same measurements. The Gaians were solidifying their hold over thousands of systems, and they were 'very' well entrenched with hundreds of thousands of vessels, and millions upon scores more droid troops.

Everything was going to plan.

--

Tenchi arrives, and passes though the secluded chamber doors, and into the suffocating shadows. He strides in with little fear. His hate drove him on, and his respect for his Lord.

He arrives at the literal same spot as prior and kneels. "My Master. You have summoned me so early? The operations go well, still..."

"{{{~ The next plan shall begin. ~}}}"

Tenchi looks up. "I... dare not question. But even so."

"{{{~ It is fine. Any other would fear, but for you my servant, the one I 'can' trust, know that my acceleration of plans have a purpose. ~}}}"

Tenchi bows his head down again. Then he senses stirrings not sensed in a 'very' long time. He knew his Master was now more a portal and a voice, than physical being.

But, apparently, times change. A serious stirring, and the shadows have a form, one obligingly expected of such a being.

"{{{~ *A musing sound of interest* Ohhhh, my good servant. Do not fret upon the whims of our strengths. They are already assured. Care not for anything. Power is so much above such concerns.

Do the stars worry about the final Entropy? Nay. They care first of their own fuel to sustain themselves. They seek to cause effects, and be at the center of all things.

Power and those that crave it, do no less. There is no true selflessness, only the perception of more than there is. More than that can be effectively influenced.

Unless you take that total power and wrought it with little other concern. Either those affected will comply, or they will wither and die.

Thus is the next step in my plan. ~}}}" ..the shadows then draw very close and take true shape and form of a cloak of a hooded figure, swath in ethereal darkness, physical of it's own fruition, caused by the mere precense of The Dark Lord.

Tenchi then asks. "What would you have me do Master?"

The shadowed form moves past Tenchi, and prods. "{{{~ Rise... ~}}}"

Tenchi rises and Aleaic moves towards something. "{{{~ Once the situation is stabilized, you will personally lead a Fleet to make contact with the Zetan uprising. You will then offer ourselves as allies to the same cause.

Give them whatever demands they desire, the short term is little consequence. Give them priority in the destrouction of our mutual enemy. But ensure that this is not a total furition. The Novans still will have a use.

Let their emotions cloud thier reason, and let them have all the glory. We will continue to bide time. But at the same time, cultivate further behind the scenes. Even the vast war that has now begun pales in comparison to the overall goal. ~}}}"

Tenchi bows his head. "I understand Master."

Aleaic then takes something from the shadows, and then turns, holding it in his hands. "{{{~ At the same time, you will prove your loyalty, and thirst for power, in the same stroke as we close one circle and breach another. ~}}}"

The Dark Lord then hands over a long, cylindrical device, a gleaming black tube. Tenchi recognizes. "A lightsaber? How did..."

Aleaic replies in a soft, cool tone.. "{{{~ A gift, to my faithful servant over the years. I have done no less for those that have proven their loyalty to me as a leader.

..but for you my apprentice, it is time to prove yourself as a master of your hatreds, and further your path through the Dark Side. ~}}}"

Tenchi looks at the gleaming black hilt. "What is it you wish of me to do."

"{{{~ Conduct a retaliatory strike on the Novan Homeworld, with the lead taken by the Zetans. Then, find the commander that led the operation over our own Homeworld 75 years ago. Find him and bring him here. At the same time, find his subbordinates and have the brought to you personally.

Then, have the Commander watch as you kill every other one of his subordinates. If they be with family, so much the better.

Then bring the morally broken slime to me, and I will personally end one open wound by festering a worse one. That will be the test to see where your power as a Sith Lord lies.

Pass this, and you will have unlimited power as a Lord of Fear and Hatred. There will be none to stop you, and by that, the campaings we lead in the background to subjugate the entire remaining galaxy will then spread to past that.

You will find other sources to extend our power throughout all known realms of space. No measure of distance will soon know no comfort before us, and the hatred fostered, the death feasted upon, the broken morailty that sees no tunnel of hope, will lead to further more of the same, and endless feeding that has no end.

All you need do, my Apprentice, is prove yourself. Thus, I will then give you your rightful name, and I will declare our true final presence as a risen Ascendancy of the Dark Times.

Do you heed, Lord Masaki. ~}}}"

Tenchi looks at the device, and then takes it without hesitation further. "I obey to the end of all life, Master."

Aleaic, hidden in face by the shadows of his cloak, then looks at Tenchi with a pair of glowing red and yellow eyes that appear for a brief instant before melting into the shadows. "{{{~ You have learned well. I knew your potential would be magnificent.

Now come. ~}}}"

Tenchi is shocked to see Aleaic heading for the chamber door. "Master!?"

Aleaic looks back with his turned hood. "{{{~ I need not hide no more. We are Risen. And I will Reveal. Now come. ~}}}"

Tenchi, ever obediant, follows, and then watches even more amazed, when a skeletal, gray-black hand waves the door open. The Droid guards suddenly scurry away, and every eye in the room STABS in transfixed shock.

"M... M... M... Milord....?!?" One Gaian manages to blurt out.

Aleaic however emerges with a strange, off-key chime of good tone. "{{{~ My loyal subjects. My loyal Gaians.

...our time, has finally come. Let none see your fear anymore, and only your pride and destiny.

Inform all forces to begin Phase Two of the Operation. ~}}}"

Tenchi is suprised when the Techs begin to comply very efficently. Lord Tenchi Masaki asks. "Another preparation Master?"

Aleaic croons back guttural. "{{{~ My Servant. All possibilities must be taken into account. No aspect ignored. And no hesitation to act on any whim.

..when you grow in power, you wll learn to trust those feelings. That will make you further immortal. ~}}}" Tenchi nods. "I still have much to learn Master."

"{{{~ As do I. No search for power cannot lack the willingness to learn. Knowledge is yet another power. ~}}}"

Tenchi will muse this, as he heads back to the city, 'with' The Gaian Dark Lord accompanying. It is the first time the Dark Lord has left his sanctum in 75 years.

Literal...

...when he watches Tenchi's shuttle take off, Lord Aleiac knows his own destiny is finally being fulfilled.

There is no stopping the Dark Ascendancy now.

--

Tenchi takes command of a 300 vessel StarFleet Group, and orders the Fleet to prepare to depart for the Zetan established realm. With over a thousand vessels being drawn in by the hour, the Fleet is very strong indeed. In fact, by the time the Fleet is ready, most of the Gaian StarFleet is consolidated, and foundries geared up to double capacity.

The Gaians will become very methodical in scouring and stripping every resource and technology to advance their aims in very short order. The technologu of the Novan Empire and of the Dominion Axis will prove very useful.

As does one other source.

Meanwhile, the first feeler messages are sent to the Zetan realm. Soon however, the official announcement of the Rise of the Ascendancy will be made, and an official alliance immediately established. Still, Tenchi was to go and put a 'friendly' face on it all.

..and move the pawns on the chess board along.

All task forces had done their job save for the little present for Nova Zeta.

The ships came out of hyper space only find the training center abandoned. Nova Zeta's spys still had some power after all

However the ships that came out near Nova Prime surprised the enemy

The Orbital defences fired as the Neo Zetan ships broke into them and came into close combat with the Nova Zetan ships

Their fights luanched but were soon destroyed by the number of Neo Zetan Mobile Suits

A Home Guard Fleet arived and entered the battle hopeing to stop them from breaking threw however it would be in vane.

Meanwhile Naraku wasnt even putting up a fight as Yusuke and Aura boarded his ship. The ship was in no shape to match the fleet.

Yusuke entered and befor Naraku could speak he fired his gun into his head killing him

he spoke to the crew of the ship

" You men know me well. I am the best Admiral ever in Nova Zeta and now i lead Neo Zeta. Join us and a new age will be born. The dead planet will be reborn and we will leave these dark times."

The crew cheered as Yusuke was loved by most in the military

Meanwhile the Battle over Nova Prime really heated up as The Neo Zetan forces destroyed the orbital command station. The Nova Zetan forces however gave heavy loses to Neo Zeta.

A Deatharon Probe enters Nova Prime system and begins scanning for the Magog. The probe was cloaked but was emmited Tachyon particles and the probe would constanley scaning ships, planets, and orbital stations for life signs of Magog.

Bump

Several captured Gaian vessels appear within the effective realm of Neo Zetan space. There they transmit the following message.

:: ~ Fellow allies of the Zetan uprising. We of the fellow ally the Ascendancy Uprising have come to lend assistance and give further glory to the Neo Zetan name. Together, our combined forces will destroy what is left of the Novan scum that ruined us both ages past.

..now the time of vengance is upon us, long awaited times of glory kept from us, now serve us as witness to the new destiny we both forge. We give our might to your own to conduct matters with greater accord and more brutal a result.

One that will never again see another realm place their filthy heel upon either of us.

We are sending one fleet towards the Nova Zetan Capital to lend assistance, and will give all glory to the rightful name that is Neo Zeta. The Risen Ascendancy awaits the word returned from an ally. ~ ::

That fleet was already enroute. Within, Lord Tenchi waited with deep calm, keeping his hatreds in check. The focused same would serve him well when time came to conduct revenge.

--

And on the renewed capital system of Black Diamond, the Dark Lord of the Sith finally reentered the remains of the capital city.

The very first emotion that joins him, with the first memory of the ancient bombardment..

..is henious hatred. No less, but so much more.

I am Lord Yusuke. Leader of The Star Empire of Neo Zeta. Naraku is dead and soon what is left of his forces will join him. We except your help with open arms.

The Battle of Nova Prime took a turn as The Nova Zetan Ships lines broke in the center leaving a gap. Seeing this many Neo Zetan ships begian to fire on the planet. With in 10 mins 20% of Nova Primes crust was destroyed. However the greatist attack on the planet would be left for the Ascendancy.

*Six hours later* The Gaian Fleet arrives, a mass of 300 vessels added with 100 more.

Enough to break the last of their hated oppressors.

Tenchi commands. "Bring us over the largest concentration of refugees your scanners can find. Send slaver vessels to take those that can be captured, those that cannot are to be destroyed without exception.

And find me the Fleet commanders. Send a message to the Zetans to search as well.

Today we bring equal measure of what they did to us."

The Fleet begins to spread out in pairs and conduct their work with brutal hatred and efficency.

The Novans captured would make excellent slaves for a 'very' long time.

The Probe picks up the Gaian assualt on Nova Prime the Democratic Intelligence Core informs the President. The President decides to support Nova in this time of need. (Fear of the Gaians) He orders the launch of a cloaked fleet of 250 Warships into the system with orders to stay cloaked.

One hour later...........
250 Wormholes open up and the cloaked ship jump out.