NationStates Jolt Archive

A lone vessal trudged through space, it was slow and ungainly. If you watched it from a distance, say, 5,000,000 miles the it would look like it was the size of a matchbox, it looked like it was crossing the vast deapths of space incredably slowly.

It was joined by other ships, a convoy of ships sent from the base of Solarus Plutonus to explor and colonise, there where med ships, convoys, warships, Fighters....

And there was the ships leader, the HMSS Dread it was huge, miles long studded with weapons turrents and fighterbays. It was sleak and white, owing its design to areodynamics that no longer applied in space. It looked like nothing more than a old F-15 fighter. The launching ports there sweapt back and extened to the sides while the bridge was in a see through bulb at the front, 180 levels to be seen under a layer of see through material.

It had reached a world. Which world it was it didn't know but the fleet had reached it, and it was habitable, according to sensor scans. Intiatal exporatory teams where sent out, down to the surface to see what they could find while the fleet spread out surround the planet.

This was the 1st exploration fleet of Aust, a fleet sent out from Aust to Solarius Austi to find new world on which to inhabite and add to the empire, an empire that consited of just one system as of yet.

Who knew what they would find, scinetists had predicted 1,000-1 against on any chances of finding advacned life, but there was always that tiny minuate chance there was somthing out there.

There was only one way to find out....

A small supply capsule drifted through space, having been cut lose by rebels and sent out in hyperspace on a journey far into the distant. It had gone where no lion had ever gone before and though it didn't carry any Imperial Archives it had been encountered by a number of intelligent species; being always dismssed as junk of little or no use, and left alone. The stars looked so different from over there, and the Core System of Relative Liberty could no longer be seen, though it didn't matter to the capsule as it neither possessed sensors, nor did it have any memory in the usual sense. It carried a short term memeory bank for recent entries and a map of Relative Liberty, but beyond that there wasn't any sign that it had ever served a purpose. The food inside had since long been eaten by vermin picked up throughout the galaxy, and the rocket fuel had been ejected by the rebels.
It was in this state that the capsule reached the puter rims of a new system. wether it would finally be investigated, or once again dismissed, was only to see.

An Almodite exploratory vessel was picking up radar scans. A droid at the radar turned to the vessel's commander.

"Sir." It addressed the commander in that stereotypical robotic voice. "We have a unidentified vessel on radar."

"Patch a comm link through droid."

"Yes sir." The droid worked busily for about a second or two. "Comm link established sir."

"Unidentified Vessel, this is a exploratory vessel from the Holy Empire of Almohed. I am Commodore Tar ibn Yeshid. Please identify yourself so that we may know you are not a hostile vessel. If you are hostile, this ship is heavily armed, and we are prepared for attack. Please respond if you copy."

All there was for Commodore Ibn Yeshid to do now, was to wait for the vessel's response.

OOC: Mind if i Join, Im trying to get my FT nation off the ground and so far I havn't had much luck,

OOC: No probs, i'm trying to get into FT myself.

Unidentified Vessel, this is a exploratory vessel from the Holy Empire of Almohed. I am Commodore Tar ibn Yeshid. Please identify yourself so that we may know you are not a hostile vessel. If you are hostile, this ship is heavily armed, and we are prepared for attack. Please respond if you copy

The bridge was sent into hubbub as they tried to detect where the message came from and if any craft was being launched, none was until a sesor round the far side of the planet found somthing.

Somthing incredable.

somthing that proved the existance of other sedinte beings. Ships. of unknown type, not human or at least Austian, and a message, recived just seconds ago, coming towards them.

Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine had a choice, he could sit here and watch or he could advance, the choice was made for him. He recived orders from Solarus Austi that he was to make contact with the ships.

He ordered the Dread around the planet, eclipsing the sun with it's size. And he sent a message on all frequencys out into the stars so that it would be picked up by the other ships. It was in Austian and read:

Isini! J'apell Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine, J'in'e HMSS Dread, It Aust Peoplis Solurous emporus sei em isini and hig fo e petigu reltish im de accord. Jackus?

Roughly translated it was actually:

'greetings! I am Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine of His Majistys Space Ship Dread of Aust. Austs peoples sends it's greetings and the greetings of the Emporer Himself, and wish for peace and properity with you. Who are you.'

Of course at the moment they didn't know this.

This was a Scout ship, a smallish vessel designed to scout out areas of space that could be harvested, by the main Fleet... These ships were of a race known as the Harvesters, an Unknown race in these parts, never before had these creatures stepped into this part of the galaxy and now the forward units of the fleet approached...

This race swept through galaxies, absorbing thier DNA into their own Genetic pool, absorbing all of the natural resources and leaving the system a life less husk... Galaxy after Galaxy fell before The Harvesters...

The Small Scout craft a Krakken Assault ship broke out of Negative space, the fabric was torn apart bright trails of lightening reaching out into the depths of space as this craft appeared fully into real space...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/KrakkenAssaultShip.gif

Immeadiatly the Craft broadcasted a message to the nearest ship, the Ship of Aust...

"We Are The Harvesters... Resistance Is Futile..."

One of the communication droids picked up on the signal. It turned to Cmdr. Ibn Yeshid, "Sir. Transmission recieved. Should I play it?"

"Yes droid. Play the transmission."

Isini! J'apell Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine, J'in'e HMSS Dread, It Aust Peoplis Solurous emporus sei em isini and hig fo e petigu reltish im de accord. Jackus?

"Strange. Apparently they do not speak any of the languages I am familiar with. It is not Almodite, the language of our fathers. Nor is it Arabic, English, or Hindi. Droid! Translate this if possible."

"Sir. We have no such language in our databases."

"Pull key words, recognizable in English or Arabic."

"The following words sir: Lord, Major, Rear, Admiral, Sir, Richard, Dread, Aust, accord."

"Okay, now pull words that seem to be homophones."

"Homophones are sir: Peoplis, emporus"

"Good. Well, it is apparently from a noble aristocrat in the military I assume. I have heard of the Land of Aust, but have never encountered one of them. I gather that peoplis is Austian for people, and emporus Austian for Emporer. Or something of that sort at least. Can you decipher the code from those key words droid?"

"No."

"Start up another comm link. I will ask that they either send us a decoding device, or send a message in English for us."

"Done sir."

"To the Austian ship, we cannot fully decipher your message as none of us understand your language. Might you kindly send us a deciphering code, or send the message in English? Thank you. Commodore Ibn Yeshid Out."

The Commodore sighed. "I hope they understand."

Ever since a colony was set up on TY-509b, or to be informal, 'Oz', there had been many ships of the Minutan seen in space. They used to be for planetary defence and transportation of goods between the planet and its two inhabited moons.

The new fleet had opened many oppurtunities. Jabala Pixoto, captain of the flagship, picked up a group of vessels ahead, it must have been 800,000,000 miles away. "Slow down. I want info on those ships. Prepare for battle, do not arm weapons yet."

A Minutan turned around. "They appear to be an unidentified race. Language seems similar to that of the Rengu."

"The Rengu? It couldn't be..." Jabala pondered for a moment. This race had been wiped out in the second Minutan war. "Send a message in that language."

"Opening communications."

Jabala spoke to the mysterious fleet. "This is Jabala Pixoto of the Minutan. We are not hostile, please do not give us reason to be. We would like to know who you are, where you come from and our leader wishes to open up a diplomatic relationship." He awaited a reply.

Talaaxian Scout Vessel Blade of Sacrifice

"Commander, there seems to be unusual activity in System AG-23343. It could be a fleet build up." A "sensor" operator called out over his shoulder to Commander Vua Ras'puun. The Commander turned his relatively lightly scarred head slightly to look at the man who had spoken.

"How many ships?"

"Undeterminable at this distance, Commander. From the readings, however, it would appear to be at least 20." The operator responded, turning from his station to face the commander.

"Hmph! Set course for System AG-23343. We will investigate this more closely."

Several minutes later the ship reoriented itself and made the microjump into the system known to the Empire as AG-23343 and to the new power as Solarius Austi. The tiny frigate-analog reverted to realspace halfway into the system and began scanning again.

"At least one fleet, Commander. Probably 30 or more ships present."

"Open a channel on the infidel frequencies, I will speak to them at once!" The Commander ordered, and seconds later it was done. Broadcasting across "normal" channels the Commander spoke to this convoy of unknown vessels in Galactic Basic. "Unidentified vessels! You are amassing forces in a sector of space deemed strategically important to the Empire. You will state your intentions at once or be destroyed! Do not think to presume that your infidel monstrosities frighten us. We have seen more impressive things come out the backside of a maw luur."

While Cmdr. Ibn Yeshid was trying to make contact with the Austian ships, the rest of the Second Exploratory Fleet caught up with the scout ship. The entire fleet had been sent to that area to expand Almohed's knowledge of the galaxies. There were 40 ships in all, 15 Amivs-Class Cruisers and 25 Caivs-Class Destroyers. Admiral Wadi Nasir was in charge of the fleet. He patched a comm link through to Cmdr. Ibn Yeshid.

"Cmdr. Ibn Yeshid, what is your status? This is Adm. Nasir."

"Adm. Nasir, this is Cmdr. Ibn Yeshid. We are currently communicating with a Austian ship."

"I was not aware that the Austians were capable of space travel Commodore. What do they say?"

"Sir, we could not translate it. The droids have no knowledge of the Austian's language. We certainly were never taught it in school. We have asked the Austians to please either send us the message in English, or send us a deciphering code."

"Hmm. Patch all Austian transmissions through to me Commodore, also send their original transmission. This is Adm. Nasir out."

"Yes sir."

Cmdr. Ibn Yeshid had the droids do exactly as the Admiral wished. In no time, the Admiral was listening to the Austian transmission himself.

"I hope those Austians are friendly folks."

It was at about this time that the Almohed fleet recieved the transmission from the Harvesters.

The droid played the transmission for the Admiral.

The Admiral sighed. "Let us hope they have not seen us on radar. Put us on red alert, all shields and defenses up immediately. We must not waste time. Do not attack them unless they attack us first. I repeat, hold your fire."

This message was transmitted to each of the 39 other ships. They would all hold fire until the Admiral ordered them to fire. All the ships put up their full defenses, hoping for the best. They didn't want to get into a battle, they just wanted to finish the contact with Aust, possibly establish relations, and report back to the Emporer. This was not good.

OOC: By the way, if you want the full info on the Second Exploratory Fleet, it is here: http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Almohed_Imperial_Navy

The Small Krakken Assault ship continued to approach, continuing to head for the bulky slow Exploration ship of Aust..

The Scout continued to broad cast its message over all frequencies, a strange language of Beastial, gutteral noises that at first would be difficult to translate but would soon give up its secrets

"We Are The Harvesters... Resistance Is Futile"

On the bridge of the catalogue vessel, the Pre-Universal crew was in a state of excitement. Several races, at least two of which were unknown up to this point had been spotted on the edges of space that they had deemed 'civilised', and as such ignored up until this point.

The catalogue ship, and unarmed but heavily shielded black cube one squared light second in size seemed to flicker for a second, then disappeared. Tavelling at infinite speed through several universes, it flickered into existence in the close vicinity of the Austians.

Jumping into action, the ultra-powerful sensors of the catalogue vessel scanned the entire fleet in seconds. After they were deemed 'sentient to an acceptabel degree', the captain hailed them.

"I am captain Chi-753 of the Ankhmeti Lower Races Catalogue Agency. Your race is currently being scanned for evolutionary potential. Please wait. Shortly I will be authorised to spak with you properly."

The Hive ships were immediately recognised as lacking potential, and declared unsuitable for existence.

Wing Commander de'Longhe was enjoying a few moments of rest from his duties when the ensign approached him, a look of concern on his young face.

" Commander, we've just intercepted a transmission in Sector III. Apparently, a nation called 'Aust' has sent an exploratory team to consider the possibilities of settling a planet."

" Is it within our territorial boundaries, ensign?"

" Not quite, sir. The planet lies 72 parsecs outside the lines. Close, but perhaps too close. Info on Aust is sketchy: a formidable power on Terra, but apparently just emerging into space. Xeraph has had intermittant dealings with Aust, allied excursions, etc. No personal contacts at any time."

" What's the size of the fleet, ensign?"

" No exact numbers, sir. Seems to be about 6 or 7 vessals of varying size and function. A couple are military in form."

Commander de'Longhe knew of Aust. A formidable power, indeed. They had a bit of a history of war, just about always coming out on top. The Emperor had wondered what the outcome would be if they and Xeraph had to tangle.

" Ensign, alert level 2. Have 10 of the Iss'are Class Cruisers patrol the border. Open a hailing frequency to the Austians."

" Channel open, sir."

" Attention, Austian fleet. I am Commander Merac de'Longhe of the Xeraphian Space League. I have noted your presence just outside our territorial borders of the Typhon Expanse, Constellation Tau Ceti. Please state your purpose and intentions. If you prefer to do so in person, please accept an invitation to meet me in one hour."

" Close channel, ensign."

" Closed,sir."

" Ensign, contact Ricala, inform him of what's going on here. We'll wait and see what these Austians are up to."

" Aye, sir."

Messages where pouring in and Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine didn't know where to turn. First a strange gutteral message from a strange small scout ship that was easly decoded by the ships translators-We Are The Harvesters... Resistance Is Futile

Upon hearing that message Lord Richard immdietly ordered the fleet onto red alert, ordering the ships weapons to be brought to bear upon the scout craft. They where ready to fire, 120 hyper Cannons that would fire a soild nuclear missile at the enermy at over 1,200,000 MPH.

The second message was simple for the ship to decode, it was English a lanage dead on Lord Richards homeworld for almost 1,000 years. Still richard ordered a reply to be sent through in both Englisha and Austian. My name is Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine of the HMS Dread. I am a representive of the Austian people and the commadner of his majestys 1st exploration fleet of Aust. who thew hell are you? The message was beamed back to the Almohed fleet.

A thrid message came in, it seemed yet another fleet was approching. This was incredable, how many space worthy civillisations where there? And all converging on one point...incredable. This is Jabala Pixoto of the Minutan. We are not hostile, please do not give us reason to be. We would like to know who you are, where you come from and our leader wishes to open up a diplomatic relationship Sir Tine sent back the same message he had done before-'greetings! I am Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine of His Majistys Space Ship Dread of Aust. Austs peoples sends it's greetings and the greetings of the Emporer Himself, and wish for peace and properity with you. Who are you? Can you speak a language we understand? This time in hundreds of languages, not only Austian.

yet another message, Lord Richard whiped the sweat off his brow as he read it, this one seemed threatening, especially after the ship decoded it. Unidentified vessels! You are amassing forces in a sector of space deemed strategically important to the Empire. You will state your intentions at once or be destroyed! Do not think to presume that your infidel monstrosities frighten us. We have seen more impressive things come out the backside of a maw luur

he sent back a message in the same language, I am Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine of His Majistys Space Ship Dread of Aust. We are a peaceful race that do not wish for confrontation. Who are you?
Then another message,

I am captain Chi-753 of the Ankhmeti Lower Races Catalogue Agency. Your race is currently being scanned for evolutionary potential. Please wait. Shortly I will be authorised to spak with you properly That as confusing, evoloutionarry potential? I am Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine of His Majistys Space Ship Dread of Aust. What do you mean by that adn who are you?

One last message this udnerstandable and intertable. Within seconds of it being recived the Lord had all the information stored in the palace Data-banks on Xeraph. Attention, Austian fleet. I am Commander Merac de'Longhe of the Xeraphian Space League. I have noted your presence just outside our territorial borders of the Typhon Expanse, Constellation Tau Ceti. Please state your purpose and intentions. If you prefer to do so in person, please accept an invitation to meet me in one hour

I am Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine of His Majistys Space Ship Dread of Aust, our purpose is to explore space adn expand the Empires boudnrys and knowlage, our intent is peaceful. From what we know the plaanet below is unclaimed. I am afraid I shall have to decline your offer due to the huge amount of ships that appear to be amassing around here. I balive however that allinces between our two nations are still valid and thus I request that you aid us should trouble break out?

OOC: now I've got the hailing over, I move onto matters concerning the scout ship

IC: The ships cannons all ahd a trageting lock, the fighters where ready to launch, on board the HMS Dread, as with the rest of the Austian fleet, men held there breath, ready to see what would happen as Austs brand new weapons where put to the test.

6 Warships where to fire on the scout ship, then 6 mroe would come up to finsih the job, if those did not work the rest of the fleet was to engage. Lord Richard prepared to give the order that would launch Aust into it's first interplantitary war, having been given the order to fire just seconds ago. He hoped the awsome firepower would be enough-women and children where aboard his vessel and he didn't want to be responcable for there souls.

"Fire." He ordered in a steady voice born of giving orders to men of lower rank than he all his life. And 720 nuclear missiles spat forth towadrs the scout craft...

(OOC: This Post refers to the first attack in the Hailing Post)

The Small Scout craft nimbly avoided the Missile strike, with one clipping its right Wing, there was an erruption of thick purple ichor... the Craft was Biological, it seemed to move with intelligent life, as it swung around, firing a series of strange biological entities, these this were like squid upon in an earth sea however could survive in the vacume of space, multiple glands spasmed forcing the living torpedoes towards their target...

they would pass through shields, being organic and not a kinetic weapon, then would use their 4 arms to attach themselves to the hull of the ship, using razor blade mandibiles to cut through the hull of the ship, that along with the powerfull acids used by the creature causing immense damage..

The Craft designed to do its duty let out an Immense psychic blast, a signal to the Galactic System harvester that it had discovered a Habitated zone...

Jabala Pixoto looked pleased with the response he received. However, just before he could reply, the ship burst into activity.

"Enemy approaching, shileds up, weapons armed."

Jabala was shocked and began screaming. "Status report!"

His message was sent off in the confusion. It read 'We are the Minutan. We are able to interpret you're own dialect well, and have no problems with it. We are happy to welcome some of your people on board for talks between us, or we welcome you to our home planet where you can meet our leader personally. We wish for the same relations as you do.'

"Small fire at our fleet. One small ship hit, shields now active, ship repair unneeded but happening." The deck was full of activity.

OOC: Ugh, TKC, when will you learn... I always show up to kick your butt...

IC:

"Sir, Harvester signals detectednearby, along with an increase in FTL translations, should we investigate?"

"Yes, we should... If the Harvesters are there, we need to be there too. Get the Podlayers in close, and plot a jump right on the limit."

"Yes sir, translating... Now, ETA 30 minutes, down to 15 if you're willing to cut the compensator margin to 0..."

"Make it 20, that'll leave us some safety, and still get us there in a reasonable amount of time."

Task Fleet Metal Militia II departed their temporary stop with absolutely no fuss, just disappearing, and when they reappeared in the next system, things would get interesting fast...

The Small Scout craft nimbly avoided the Missile strike, with one clipping its right Wing, there was an erruption of thick purple ichor... the Craft was Biological, it seemed to move with intelligent life, as it swung around, firing a series of strange biological entities, these this were like squid upon in an earth sea however could survive in the vacume of space, multiple glands spasmed forcing the living torpedoes towards their target...

they would pass through shields, being organic and not a kinetic weapon, then would use their 4 arms to attach themselves to the hull of the ship, using razor blade mandibiles to cut through the hull of the ship, that along with the powerfull acids used by the creature causing immense damage..

The Craft designed to do its duty let out an Immense psychic blast, a signal to the Galactic System harvester that it had discovered a Habitated zone...
The Austian ships launched fighters, hudnreds of them and fired missile after missle in self defence at the squids, despite the fire though one broke through the defences and latched onto a cannon, ripping it at it's crew to epces and breaching a habitation corrador before it was blown to smitherines by fighter fire. Even though 6 Austian crew members where dead and 2 children had been sweapt into the void.

fighters turned towadrs the scout ship and opened fire, hundreds of lazer blasts and missiles launching themselves at the scout ship to be joined by another salvo from the capital ships.

On board the bridge Lord Richards stood and watched the action unfold, not moving a muscle as the ship shook with the impact of the scout ship. "Damage Report?"

"Hull breach, level 189, they've sealed it, but we lost a connon adn 7 or 8 guys." Lord Richards nodded curtly as the com bleeped again indicating a message had arrived from one of the ships watching them.

'We are the Minutan. We are able to interpret you're own dialect well, and have no problems with it. We are happy to welcome some of your people on board for talks between us, or we welcome you to our home planet where you can meet our leader personally. We wish for the same relations as you do.

Lord William nodded and responded, "I am glad you can itnerprate our dialect and request permission to send Captain Ini and a detachment of 4 men, to your ship via the shuttle 'Serverious.'"

OOC: now I've got the hailing over, I move onto matters concerning the scout ship

IC: The ships cannons all ahd a trageting lock, the fighters where ready to launch, on board the HMS Dread, as with the rest of the Austian fleet, men held there breath, ready to see what would happen as Austs brand new weapons where put to the test.

6 Warships where to fire on the scout ship, then 6 mroe would come up to finsih the job, if those did not work the rest of the fleet was to engage. Lord Richard prepared to give the order that would launch Aust into it's first interplantitary war, having been given the order to fire just seconds ago. He hoped the awsome firepower would be enough-women and children where aboard his vessel and he didn't want to be responcable for there souls.

"Fire." He ordered in a steady voice born of giving orders to men of lower rank than he all his life. And 720 nuclear missiles spat forth towadrs the scout craft...

(OOC: Ill have the Harvester fleet turn up, I assume you'll all work together to destroy the Threat, building bonds between the fleets present, and it will introduce my nation to you nicely any problems? :))

The Craft despite its wound continued to dodge the missiles, counter battery biological organs spat fire backwards, hitting the missiles prematurly, detonating them before they hit..

Unfortuntaly the sheer amount of missiles aimed towards the small craft, caused it to explode in a ball of fire... thick purple ichor flying out in random directions....

It was too late... The System had been Idetified and already the Galactic System Harvester fleet was on its way, following the psychic Beacon sent out by the Karrack Assault ship....

The Other fleets present could only hope that the beacon had been broken and the fleet had not awoken to the presence of life...

Unfortuntatly for them, they were never to know the psychic beacon had been sent at all....

"I have recieved my orders to speak with you. The Catalogue Agency is a task-force with the objective of cataloging every race in this universe. A great task, but worth the hopeless impossibility inherent in it. May I come aboard your craft? No transport is necessary... I am perfectly capable of moving myself..."

"Commander, a vessel is firing at the infidels. They are using primitive fission weapons to retaliate." The "sensor" officer reported as the battle began.

"Bah! Where is this aggressive vessel from?" Commander Ra'puun asked, both angered and excited.

"They call themselves "The Harvesters". They are not allies." The subaltern responded.

"Excellent. Contact Supreme Commander Kraal. Request reinforcements, we will aid these primitive infidels. Perhaps we can convert them to the true way... In the meantime, do what we can to aid these Austians."

The Blade of Sacrifice accelerated toward the Austian fleet, firing it's plasma cannons at the Harvester vessel and dovin basals coming online in the forward quarters of the ship to protect against enemy fire. Compared to the Harvester vessel, the scout frigate was tiny - only 300 meters in length - but still packed a punch and posed a threat. Using it's much greater speed and maneuverability the frigate juked and jinked around on approach, dodging as much incoming fire as possible.

Upon learning of this battle and the opportunities it offered, Supreme Commander Kraal decided to move his fleet to reinforce the Austians. The full fleet was still several hours away, in the meantime Commander Ra'puun and the Austians would have to hold out.

OOC: Hope you don't mind me RPing here. I need somewhere to RP.

IC: The Deep Space fighter slowed down. The Pilot, Kleidung, watched as a battle seemed to begin before him. He had been sent forward to scout out if the route was safe for the fleet behind him to move on. Evidently, it was not.
"Admiral Tyrine. This is Kleidung. There's what appears to be a space battle going on here. You may need to take caution..." Just then his equipment began acting funny, not worryingly, but still funny. Something was distorting his instruments. Only one thing could have done this without actually damaging the ship... A psychic call, and a big one at that. Then a very disturbing message came through:
We Are The Harvesters... Resistance Is Futile.
"Uh sir... You may want to hear this...Patching it through."
"What could possibly be so impor... Oh crap, that is not good. Pull back immediately, we will be with you in 5 minutes"
"Yes, Sir."
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On board the Assault Ship Pandora, Tyrine was worried.
The Harvesters. Could it be...

Unimaginable Light years away, The Galactic System Harvester fleet awoke, The Sentient beastial force had become aware of the Life force present, Multiple fleets from different races, A system Abundant with life...

From The Krakken Galactic System Harvester Ship, http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/KrakkenGalacticSystemHarvester.gif

a massive behemoth that would easily dwarf any of the ships present around Austs fleet, it was the Great Hive Mind, The Galactic Ravagor, Slowly it awoke from a millenia of sleep, and with it psychic beacons were sent around it, awaking the rest of the fleet...

The Kraken Battleship... an Immense Craft, smaller than the Harvester Ship, but just as dangerous, it would use it massive forward claws to clasp onto ships then use its huge Jaws to rip into the Hulls of ships, or use the claws to rip and tear at craft... the Battleship was a fearsome sight to behold...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/KrakkenBattleship.gif

The Battleship also sported a massive Bio Cannons, that would fire a larger versions of the Living Torpedoes earlier seen by Austs fleet, as well as a series of other bizzare creatures designed to explode upon contact with the hulls of ships, spraying it in a highly corrosive acid, designed to eat away the hulls of ships at frightening rates, causing multiple holes to appear across the ship... The battleship could also once Grappled with a ship, tear it open and allow Drone Soldiers and Dreadmires to ravage across the ship, a ship to ship assault...

Then The Krakken Cruiser...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/KrakkenCruiser.gif

A Stable unit of the Harvesters fleet, a medium size vessel, designed to support the rest of the fleet, these ships are similar to the battleships but lack the massive grasping talons of the Battleship...

All of these craft could launch the Drone soldiers into the planets atmosphere, starting a land invasion, then the Galactic System Harvester would decend into the planet to begin the Great Devouring.....

Then their were the Krakken Assault Ships,

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/KrakkenAssaultShip.gif

a multi role vessel, designed to Scout ahead of the main force, and also to make up the bulk of the Harvester fleet, using their Small bio cannons to defend themselves, alone they are weak and can be easily taken out before sending a psychic beacon, but in groups they can be deadly and have been known to devestate enemy Capital Ships...

All of these ships if given time will regenerate their wounds, and should not be allowed to disengage..

Hell was Comming as each craft slowly awoke, Soon they would Tear into Negative space and would be on their way to the system...

For Now Aust and the others had a repreive....

The I.S.S. Necropolis (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10022821&postcount=13) dropped out of a Hyperspace Window. This was one of her scheduled cool down points while she was en route to a secret facility deep in intergalactic space as she transported several high ranking officials away from the areas the Shadows were attacking. Unwittingly, they had jumped into the middle of the system that had recently become the focus of many space-faring nations. The crew of the Necropolis found themselves in the midst of at least one unintended first contact situation.

Ignoring the Ankhmet ship, a message was transmitted to the ship that appeared to be in command of the Aust fleet using the most simple of all languages, binary code:

Greetings. This is the SeaQuestian starship I.S.S. Necropolis. Do you have any preferences or codes for how you handle first contact situations?

Ambassador Delenn (http://home.att.net/~Snatcher100/B5/delenntop.jpg) watched from a spot next to the command chair on the pel'tac.
OOC: Last post for the night.

An Imperial probe droid which had spotted the exploratory fleet weeks in advance and sent the message to Thrashian High Command, and then had been ordered to follow them.

After for some time watching the arrival of other fleets, and picking up small bits of the transmissions made, he sent a report to Major-Admiral Vierson.


1 hour and 23 minutes later...

Some 20,000 odd miles out from the location of the battle now ragging came from hyperspace the large ghostly form of Viersan's flagship, the Dark Lance Super Star Destroyer Executor-class, followed by a a group of 5 Imperial Star Destroyers.

For a moment the small fleet stayed in the background, and Viersan, sitting in his command chair, did not order the fleet forward. He knew very well that the ships from the nations of Ankhmet and Seaquest had picked up his presence. As had most of the others.

Captain Falkir walked up next to Viersan. "Admiral sir, according to the last report from our probe, this new fleet uses an old form of transmission line," he said. "We have been able to adjust our communications to allow us to reach them."

"Very good Captain, send a hailing to this new fleet. And while your at it, inform a normal message of greeting to the ships of Seaquest and Ankhmet."

"Yes sir."


Attention unkown Fleet, this is Captain Falkir of the flagship Dark Lance of the Empire of Thrashia. You are currently under attack by a known alien race which we have encountered and are willing to give you our support, as our allies also present are doing. Would you like out help?

Falkir also sent short messages of greeting to the ships of Seaquest, Ankhmet, and Mini Miehm.

"My lord... We have recieved a transmission from the corporeal beings of Thrashia. Shall we respond?"

"Yes. I shall compose a message."

Greetings, captain Falkir. My ship is currently cataloging all these races that have popped up in the last few hours. We would be happy to send you our extensive sensor logs of this event, if you wish. I would offer to help you defend these 'Austians', but alas, my ship is unarmed.

The Task Fleet appeared in the system that was attracting so much notice, and, since it seemed they were too late for a warning, but they could at least add their firepower to those opposing the Harvester plague...

Transmission to all non-hostile Forces(IE: everybody but TKC...)

This is the Terran Dominion Task Fleet Metal Militia II, we have detected Harvester signals in this system, and are here to reduce this incursion. We will render assistance to any nation represented here when dealing with this threat. If they are not stopped they will kill you all, and strip the nearby planets of life. The ship you destroyed managed to call for backup before its death, the main fleet will on us soon, so you all had best make ready...


The Task Fleets podlayers began rolling APOLLO misile pods, to add a bit more fire power to the throw weight of the fleet. While the podlayers began rolling patterns, the Dreadnougts, SuperDreadnought, and Battlecruisers began charging their Yamato and Burst Laser Batteries, while the Fighters and Interceptors deployed beyond the Gunship cordon that formed up beyond the wall of battle.

The sensor officer of the jet-black cube that was the Ankhmeti observer grinned.

"Many energy signatures present. If we stay here we will gain a great insight into the way these beings fight each other."

"Agreed. We will observe."

The gravitational anomolies of the titanioc Austian fleet was little more than a blip on a Trailarii long range gravatonic emissions sensor, the Immortal Empire took little notice or interest of the inferior races that dwelt in their home galaxy..

Greetings, captain Falkir. My ship is currently cataloging all these races that have popped up in the last few hours. We would be happy to send you our extensive sensor logs of this event, if you wish. I would offer to help you defend these 'Austians', but alas, my ship is unarmed.

Falkir nodded to the comms officer to cut it off after Viersan listened to the message from Ankhmet. Viersan thought for a moment then nodded. "Thank them kindly and express are gratitude for giving us this information. And inform him that we shall be defending these new-comers to the best of our ability," said Viersan.

Falkir nodded and walked back over to the comms. Viersan turned to his main frame controlers. "Order four tie fighter wings to launch and scout out the area before us, and keep tabs on the current location of enemy hostiles."

"Yes sir."

"Austians...Austians...for some reason that name rings a bell," said Viersan aloud. Falkir who had returned nodded.

"I believe sir that when Thrashia was still earth-bound, they we're our allies. And currently one of their crown-princes is on Thrashia at this moment," said Falkir.

"Really?" asked Viersan, surprise evident. "Well then we must help defend them."

on the edge of the system a fleet apeared...

"sir the new Starburts reacter seems to have worked."

"yes it would seem so."

"sir, we have a large grouping of ships ahead! weapons fire detected!"

"do we know any of the invalved races?"

"none as of yet, wait we have a Necropolis class ship out there."

"what? hail the ship, i want to find out what its doing out of Nebarri Space..."

OOC: sorry for such a hurryed post

" Commander, the Austian's are declining to meet in person due to the appearence of a number of vessals converging on their coordinates."

" What? Who are they. How many? Are their weapons primed to fire?"

" Shit, sir, there's a lot of 'em. Thrashia and Nebarri Prime are among them."

Cmdr. de'Longhe was a bit relieved. " Good, theyr'e our allies back on Terra. Tell them that if they want to retreat to a safe haven, theyr'e welcome to come through the Web. I'll open it up so they won't be reduced to atoms. The others can try to get through at their peril."

" Aye, sir. Should we call for some reinforcements....just in case?"

Hmmmm, the kid was not as slow as he looked. " OK, ensign. Have Admiral Swenson bring up three Akir'a Class Heavy Battle Cruisers, a Rynash'a Class Battle Carrier, an Ert'a Class Type II Explorer/Battle Ship, and an Tan'igti Class Hospital Ship. Have the Tan'igti escorted by two Golan'a Class Destroyers and a handful of Victory Fighters."

" Aye, sir."


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" Attention, Austian, Thrashian, and Nebarrian vessals. This is Cmdr. de'Longhe of the Xeraphian Space League. I understand you are under a potential threat from hostiles.

Be advised, we will open our MagIon Defense Web to allow you entrance to our territory. We can discuss the situation and make battle plans."

The Harvester Fleet was now awake, ships of all sizes now floated in a formation that a human race would use, during their time fighting against races of all kinds, their intelligent minds adapted to new tactics used by Geneticaly rich races, with each mind absorbed and their knowlege collected by the Great hive Mind, The Harvesters could be the greatest Tacticians in the galaxy...

The Harvesters employed a Creature known as the Strangler, It was a large beast, with many tenticles protruding from what was thought to be its face, these tenticles would grasp onto a subject, then drag their head towards its feeding mouth, their Mind and their body fluid would be absorbed, causing the subject to become a life less husk, with all of their knowledge added to the Hive Collective...

The Galactic System Harvester began to move, slowly as the immense psychic power of the creature began to tear an immense hole in time and space, opening a way into what was known as Negative Space, imagine an alternative reality, where time does not exist, where people do not grow old and where people could not die, Imagine a Photograph being made Negative, Negative space was how the Harvesters traveled over great distances...

However, a ship moving to or near the Negative space channel, could detect the immense psychic powers that were keeping the channel open, the Space around the channel would litteraly be displaced, causing sensors to go haywire, ships power systems to malfunction, communications to fail..

this all however would end as soon as the Harvester fleet passed...

Now the rest of the fleet began to move, Entering Negative space and moving towards the Geneticaly rich region of space...

OOC: hell fire, theres a lot of people on here! I'm trying to respond to 12-13 players at once!

IC: "I have recieved my orders to speak with you. The Catalogue Agency is a task-force with the objective of cataloging every race in this universe. A great task, but worth the hopeless impossibility inherent in it. May I come aboard your craft? No transport is necessary... I am perfectly capable of moving myself..."

yet anpother message arrive aboard the Austian ship, it seemed almost expected now that that would happen, and Lord Tine responded accoridngly. You may come abaodrd my craft if you so wish, I presume that you sue some form of matter transportation?

A second message arrived, this one in binary code, easly decipiered: Greetings. This is the SeaQuestian starship I.S.S. Necropolis. Do you have any preferences or codes for how you handle first contact situations?

Lord Tine sent a message back, in binary code, This is Rear Admiral Lord Sir Richard Tine of the HMS Dread, we prefer to converse inA sutian though mansy other languages can be computed. Another message arived, this one easly translatable, from the people of Thrashia.

Attention unkown Fleet, this is Captain Falkir of the flagship Dark Lance of the Empire of Thrashia. You are currently under attack by a known alien race which we have encountered and are willing to give you our support, as our allies also present are doing. Would you like out help?

Help would be appriciated, we know little of this alien race and appear vunrable to it. Information and support would be appriciated.

Then there was another message from the Xerph fleet Attention, Austian, Thrashian, and Nebarrian vessals. This is Cmdr. de'Longhe of the Xeraphian Space League. I understand you are under a potential threat from hostiles.

Be advised, we will open our MagIon Defense Web to allow you entrance to our territory. We can discuss the situation and make battle plans Lord Tine greeted this news with merryment, safty was offered! He ordered the fleet to move where the co-ordinates sent by Xeraph, to move to safty and relayed the ifnormation of where he was moving to the other aces neaby.

Finally there was one more message to deal with: This is the Terran Dominion Task Fleet Metal Militia II, we have detected Harvester signals in this system, and are here to reduce this incursion. We will render assistance to any nation represented here when dealing with this threat. If they are not stopped they will kill you all, and strip the nearby planets of life. The ship you destroyed managed to call for backup before its death, the main fleet will on us soon, so you all had best make ready

This seemed a stark warning from a more experienced spacefaring race and thus Lord Tine took notice of it, his ships where already on red alert and ready to fire, but he contacted the other leaders to suggest they discuss plans...

Very soon after the message was sent by the Austian commander, the Ankhmeti commander appeared next to him, a being of light wearing a robe that barely blocked the energy.

"I suppose those scientifically minded may call it matter transportation. At this stage in evlution, my people learned just to not bother wondering about the 'why', but to revel in the result. We have lived long enough not to bother about details of some kinds."

" Commander, Lord Tine of Aust has responded, and is bringing the HMS Dread to WebPortal coordinates. Nothing from Thrashia or Nebarri Prime."

" Alright, we can let them in one at a time if necessary. The WebPortal is open just microseconds, so let's bring 'em through."

" Aye sir."


ooc: just so everyone knows, the MagIon Web Defense is impregnable....nothing, repeat nothing gets by, through, around, or under it. I will use it intermittently/sparingly, but we need a bit of a breather here. I and the three nations inside it will be back out to play in a little while....

My name is Lord Major Rear Admiral Sir Richard Tine of the HMS Dread. I am a representive of the Austian people and the commadner of his majestys 1st exploration fleet of Aust. who thew hell are you?

The message was in English. Admiral Nasir had recieved the transmission. He ordered a droid to set up another comm link to the Austians.

"This is Admiral Nasir of the Second Exploratory Fleet of the Holy Empire of Almohed, under orders from His Imperial Majesty, Jafi X to set up negotiations with other space exploring nations. We are not hostile, and do not wish to have a cause to become hostile. Will you enter into peace or neutrality negotiations? Out."

With the English transmission, this gave the droids something to work with. They had a Austian transmission, and a English transmission. Now the droids could start on a type of decoder. But what they had was very little. They needed the information straight from a authority on the Austian and English languages.

Adm. Nasir noticed that a Nebarri Prime fleet had arrived on the radars.

"Patch a message through to Nebarri Prime ships."

"Done sir." A comm droid replied.

"To the Commander of the Nebarri Prime Fleet: This is Admiral Nasir of the Imperial Almohed Navy. As our allies, we feel it is our duty to warn you of hostiles in this area. We have taken no action as of yet to these creatures that call themselves 'Harvesters' yet we will soon be engaging them. If you are not prepared for hostilities, leave immediately. I repeat, if your ships are not fitted for battle, it is suggested that you leave the battle zone immediately. Best of luck Commander."

With this, Admiral Nasir sent a message to all of his ships.

"Commodores, start firing on the Harvester Fleet once in sight we have a warning from a friendly that they are nearby. Attack at your convenience. Send out all small warcraft. Gunboats, Fighters, Heavy Fighters, Bombers, and Heavy Bombers. You know the drill. Save the big boy toys for last. I repeat, do not fire any of the weapons on the cruisers or destroyers unless it is our last hope. Blessings upon you all."

Once he was through with that message, Admiral Nasir had to sent yet another one. This time to the Emporer.

"Your Imperial Majesty, this is Adm. Nasir of the Second Exploratory Fleet. We have encountered hostiles in Q-92. There are quite a few of us battling these hostiles who call themselves 'Harvesters' among us are Aust, Nebarri Prime, Thrashia, Miehm, Talaax, and SeaQuest. I believe those are all of the other nations engaged in this battle sir. Nebarri Prime is a ally of ours, and I have made communication with a Austian commander by the name of Sir Richard Tine. We currently await his response to our offer of peace. Should we make contact with the others?"

A few minutes later, Emporer Jafi X recieved the communication from his Second Exploratory Fleet. He responded. "Greetings Admiral Nasir. Cease all peace talks with any nations you may have initiated them with. I have the nations on record, and will be notifying each nation's head of state to see if they will agree to peace talks. It will be much easier as the heat of battle is not upon them, as it is upon you. Give the Nebarri Prime commander my greetings if you should come into communication with him. Blessings upon you."

With that the Emporer turned around in his chair, beginning a whole new task.

OOC: All my small ships are drone piloted. It allows better accuracy, and higher firing rates.

The fleet had finally arrived. 48 Assault Ships, each with over 100 deep space fighters broke out of the Warp, and headed for the other fleets.
"Admiral Tyrine. We have the other fleets in view."
"Good, prepare a transmission."

"To all ships present. This is Admiral Ruprecht Tyrine of the Helghan Colonial Force Armada. We believe that you may be in danger and are ready to help you defend yourselves."

Admiral Nasir had recieved the transmission from the new friendlies. He sent one out to them.

"Attention unidentified friendlies, this is the Second Exploratory Fleet of the Holy Empire of Almohed. This is Admiral Nasir speaking. Please identify yourselves for further clarification. Best of luck on the squashing the bugs."

Admiral Nasir sighed. All this back and forth communication was getting him tired. But it would be better once the adrenaline of the fight kicked in.

OOC: Isn't that a little godmodissh?

IC:As the fleet slipped through the WebPortal Lord Tine turned to meet the robed figure that had appeared next to him, trying not to show his shock at a bing suddenly appearing next to him. He streached out a hand towards the man, "A useful power," He said in Austian, ordering his computer to translate, he withdrew his hadn seeing that the being had no way of shaking it, "I am Lord Richard Tine, by the way, commander of the Austian fleet, and I am glad to welcome you aboard....just excuse me a second,"

He turned to the crew who where all staring at the being, "Back to work guys, whats wrong, ahvn't yous een a alien appear before?"" A Beep annoucned that another message had been recived and the Lord brought it on screen, This is Admiral Nasir of the Second Exploratory Fleet of the Holy Empire of Almohed, under orders from His Imperial Majesty, Jafi X to set up negotiations with other space exploring nations. We are not hostile, and do not wish to have a cause to become hostile. Will you enter into peace or neutrality negotiations? Out

"Mr Brixton, send a message back saying that we are prepared to enter such nagotiations once the current crisis is over and we suggest that our forces work together to defeat these Harvesters..." He turned back to the alien stood next to him but was interupted by another beep, To all ships present. This is Admiral Ruprecht Tyrine of the Helghan Colonial Force Armada. We believe that you may be in danger and are ready to help you defend yourselves

"What now...." The man muttered to hismelf and then turned to Mr Brixton, "Captain, please find out who the hell these guys are." He turned abck to the alien, "I am sorry for the interuptions, very sorry indeed, I suggest that we proceed to my quaters where we can talk uninterupted," He motioned towards the door that led out of the bridge, "Admiral Christof, you ahve command, only interupt me once these things appear-or we get another transmission, please follow me Commander, sorry i don't know your name?" he led the alien towards the door.

Messages

The Thrashia message was acknowledged:

Welcome to the party.

In response to the Mini Miehm message:

Acknowledged. We will do what we can to help as well, but only if fire upon first. We are currently carrying civilian personnel from a different combat zone.

In response to the Nebarri_Prime message:

This is the SeaQuestian ship I.S.S. Necropolis. Please state the nature of your inquiry.

In response to the Aust message (still in binary):

Acknowledged. We are transmitting in binary as it is the easisest form of the Universal Language to translate. The Austian language is not currently in our translator's database.

In response to the Helghan Colonial Force message:

Acknowledged. Feel free to lend a hand.

Space

The Necropolis slowly rotated so that its aft section was facing the system's star. The Ankhmet craft was noted, but still ignored. It had been deemed that if they ignored each other, hostilities would not break out again.

The Terran Dominion podlayers continued to roll pods, already they had enough patterns to flood the AMS of nearly any fleet in existence, then agasin, most navies weren't used to dealing with salvoes that numbered in tens of thousands, controlled by only about thirty ships...

OOC: APOLLO Missile Pods make this possible by effectively multiplying the number of missiles a ship can control by a factor of 8, meaning that BCs can throw 800, as opposed to their regular 100, and there are thirty of them alone, while the Dns can throw 8,000, as opposed to 1k and the SDn can throw 16,000, for a total salvo density of 64,000, versus their regular 8k missiles... Unfortunately, I shoot myself dry doing that, and accuracy is iffy with those numbers, at best, with even half-assed ECM it drops to spray-and-pray levels... I'm willing to cut those numbers in half, if that seems excessive to anyone involved...

[It's really just a little device I use to get people talking with a minimum of fannying around, I never intend to use it for anything really good, like pwning the universe or anything.]

"My name is unfortunately not pronounceable with the single throat that you posess. The alphabetical designation I use for beings such as yourself is Chi."

The being walked in the direction the commander indicated, taking a degree of amusement from the reactions of the crew upon his unexpectedly swift arrival.

"Sir. Erm..the other fleets would like us to give details on who we are. Specifically, the two using these frequencies." The Comm-tech showed the Admiral a holo-plate detailing the communication frequencies of each of the two fleets.
To this, Tyrine replied, "Ah yes. Of course." Tyrine paused. He was naturally slightly xenophobic, as was almost everybody else from his homeworld. But Cetanu had decreed that an alliance with someone was needed, and this was a huge chance.
"Patch a transmission through to those two frequencies."
"Already done sir. But one of the ships says that their leader, a Lord Tine, is unavailable. Although the Admiral is."
"No matter...(To the other ships) Greetings. I am Admiral Tyrine, as you know. I come from a planet in the Helghast Colony, known as the Helghan Colonial Force. We have recently added Anti-matter missiles to our ships' arsenals and want to see how they work. We were hoping for a situation like this. Also, our leader, Lord-Marshall Cetanu Guan'thwei wishes for us to form alliances as soon as possible, to help us develop as a nation. May we prove ourselves capable allies and friends. (To the Comm-tech) Cut the feed. And get back to High Command. I want a dossier on this Holy Empire people up as soon as possible."
"Yes Admiral"

OOC: I was talking about the defence net.


Admiral Christof hnad command of the ship, his first ruly senior command and his first action was to repond to the message that had just arrived Acknowledged. We are transmitting in binary as it is the easisest form of the Universal Language to translate. The Austian language is not currently in our translator's database. The message didn't seem threatening at all, or important fso the admiral answered it hiself, he sent it in binary,

I see, with this transmission I am attaching the Aust City Dictionary of Austian. May it be useful. Then there was the other message from the unknown ships, seeing it was slightly more important than the last one he patched it through to his commadner....
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"So you have too throats do you?" Lord Tine was intregued, they had reached the door to his lavish quaters and he slid his key card into the lock, the iron door slid upon noiselessly. Inisde was a large room with several doors and a large window showing the vast expance of space. A blond head poked it's way round the door.

"What are you doing home at this Richar...." The woman stopped speaking and stared at the being that accompnied her husband.

"Chi, this is my wife Helen, Helen this is Chi from the people of Ankhmet. We made contact about half an hour ago and i brought him down here to have some peace and qu..."His comm beeped, "Just excuse me a second."

The admiral wanded away from Helen and Chi, annoyed by the fact he'd been interupted, "What is it?" He said angraly, Admiral Christof appeared on the screen,

"It thought you should look at this sir." The screen changed to show line anfter line of text.

Greetings. I am Admiral Tyrine, as you know. I come from a planet in the Helghast Colony, known as the Helghan Colonial Force. We have recently added Anti-matter missiles to our ships' arsenals and want to see how they work. We were hoping for a situation like this. Also, our leader, Lord-Marshall Cetanu Guan'thwei wishes for us to form alliances as soon as possible, to help us develop as a nation. May we prove ourselves capable allies and friends

Okay, tell them that this is Rear Admiral Lord Sir Richard Tine of the HMS Dread from Aust. We accept there offer for a allince and offer support and so on. We also invite them over for tea." The switched the comm off and returned to hsi wife and Chi. His wife seemed to be involved in conversation with the alien who was still stadning, he caught a glimpse of the conversation before his wife broke off.

".....and Will and Patrick will be home soon from school..." How come his wife had that ability to get alopng with anyone? She always ended up talking about the kids too. Richard sat down in a armchair and gestured to Chi, "Please sit. That was my second in command, he was saying that some nation called the Helghan Colonial Force wants to ally with us. Do you know who they are?"

Aust, check TG...

[Phew, I was thinking that at some point I was bound to get challenged on the magic travel thing :D]

Chi sat down, fascinated with his surroundings. It had been a long time since he's come into contact with a new state, and his interest in the architecture of alien ships was satisfied by he Austian ship.

"Ankhmet has not had personal dealings with the Helghan Colonials, but we hear rumours. The spacers and refugees who used to pass through Ankhmeti space before the retreat to Q-space brought tales of a people they called the Hyl'gaa. Generally speaking, they spoke of a people who were as trustworthy as any other sentients. Given the unique weaponry they appear to be fielding... I would definately consider extending a hand of friendship. Cursory scans by my ship indicate an ability to field vast amounts of high-explosive projectiles that whilst primitive by some standards, indicate that they would be an ally worth having, or at the very least it would be wise not to make an enemy of them. If you wish, I will hand over some of my ship's sensor logs wich show some of the composition of their ships. Unfortunately, something in them is not very good for Ankhmeti sensors, so it's not too detailed."

[Phew, I was thinking that at some point I was bound to get challenged on the magic travel thing :D]

Chi sat down, fascinated with his surroundings. It had been a long time since he's come into contact with a new state, and his interest in the architecture of alien ships was satisfied by he Austian ship.

"Ankhmet has not had personal dealings with the Helghan Colonials, but we hear rumours. The spacers and refugees who used to pass through Ankhmeti space before the retreat to Q-space brought tales of a people they called the Hyl'gaa. Generally speaking, they spoke of a people who were as trustworthy as any other sentients. Given the unique weaponry they appear to be fielding... I would definately consider extending a hand of friendship. Cursory scans by my ship indicate an ability to field vast amounts of high-explosive projectiles that whilst primitive by some standards, indicate that they would be an ally worth having, or at the very least it would be wise not to make an enemy of them. If you wish, I will hand over some of my ship's sensor logs wich show some of the composition of their ships. Unfortunately, something in them is not very good for Ankhmeti sensors, so it's not too detailed."
"Thank you, that puts my mind at ease seeing as I've just offered allince to them, but tell em about your specise, what, if you'll forgive the question, are you?"

As soon as the Aust Dictionary was completly transferred, it was uploaded into the Necropolis's language computer. It started work on a translation protocall as soon as the upload was complete. It would take around five minutes to complete a rudamentary translation protocall. It would take a full day to create one that could translate the subtle things found in any language.

Necropolis - Pel'tac

Ambassador Delenn watched a display which showed the current position of all ships in the system. This tactical display had each ship represented as a dot of a certain color to designate its nation of origin.

"I don't know about you Falkir, but I think it's a bit too crowded here," said Viersan. He looked out into space, several different fleets manuevering.

" Quite sir," said Falkir.

"I think the Austian's are in safe hands. Prepare for a jump to light speed, bring the fleet about. We will return to the rallying point. Grand Admiral Schwartz is awaiting for my last report and I must gather the rest of my full 9th Fleet,"said Viersan.

"Yes sir," said Falkir.

The Thrashian fighters returned to their bays and the SDs made turns and faced off into space. With a last good-bye and good-luck transmission to their allies, the Thrashian's left, smashing into hyperspace.

Okay, tell them that this is Rear Admiral Lord Sir Richard Tine of the HMS Dread from Aust. We accept there offer for a allince and offer support and so on. We also invite them over for tea."

On the comm screen in front of Tyrine was the cloaked figure of Lord-Marshall Cetanu.
"Yes my Lord, they seem friendly enough."
"Very well. But I would much rather if I spoke to them directly.Patch through a Holographic Comm-Link. Now."
"Yes my Lord."

Within moments, Cetanu's Holographic appearance arrived on the ridge of the Austian flagship HMS Dread.
"Do not fret. This is a holographic projection of myself. It can do you no harm. I am Lord-Marshall Cetanu Guan'thwei. I am here to speak with LordSir Richard Tine."

Chi sat silently for a moment, recalling the middle portion of the history of his people.

"We do not know what we a re now. I can only tell you what we were. We used to occupy the dimension known to the Ankhmeti humans as Q-space. Currently, Q-space only extends a few thousand kilometers in each direction. It used to be equivalent in size to your Universe, an similarly teeming with life. My peopple had billions of years in which to subjugate many galaxies, and frankly, we were terrible masters. We had forseen the impending end of our universe, and as a result we poured the resources of all these galaxies into our homeworld's research into the next step of evolution: a pure energy form. We tinkered, and we altered our structure. Unfortunately, everyone else knew the end was coming, and revolted. Our ships of that time were immense, capable of destroying systems with their weapons, and we didn't rate the threat very highly until they had fought us into a corner, a battle at our very homeworld. The Universe was shrinking, taking our dominions with it. We were oomed if we fought, and doomed if we surrendered. We chose to fight, and to change as many of us as we could. I was a commander of a battleship then. The rebels had very poor ships. They just clogged up our defences with their wreckage. A massacre. My conduct was noted, and I was summoned to a facility for 'evolution'. My alterations were completed, and I took on the form you see. I saw my comrades, hundreds of them, all beings of energy... We left. We had been given incredible power by this Universe, and we forsook it. We could have at least bought some time for our Universe, allowed the others to leave, but we left. When we eturned, the Ankhmeti forces were in our Universe, now a shrunken corpse of what it was, one small planetoid remaining, our old homeworld. We now help the Ankhmeti people reach their potential. Perhaps one day they will, and we will help another race."

Chi suddenly brightened up.

"Oh, and we have several throats."

Admiral Christof looked at the hologram of the man with suprise, "He's below..."He stammered, "59 levels...."

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"A sad story then," The Lord replyed, "A story of warning, si that what will happene at the end of our gelexy? Will it shirvell up and die?"

"Who knows? Physics is different here. Whenever my people try to see that far, everything becomes indistinct. I have no doubt that this universe has a long time left. The people here are resourceful, ours were stagnating. We have also sensed many races who have chossen the same path as my people. Many races have chosen the next step in evolution. Indeed, my people share their knowledge on this matter freely."

"Who knows? Physics is different here. Whenever my people try to see that far, everything becomes indistinct. I have no doubt that this universe has a long time left. The people here are resourceful, ours were stagnating. We have also sensed many races who have chossen the same path as my people. Many races have chosen the next step in evolution. Indeed, my people share their knowledge on this matter freely."
"Do you indeed? Did you ever share it with people from my planet because the God-Emporer often appears in the same form as you do? Could he have moved onto the next state, ascended as they say?"

The Austian ship was safely in Xeraphian territory. Cmdr. de'Longhe hadn't heard from either Nebarri Prime or Thrashia, so he assumed they were safe. He was looking forward to meeting the Austian commander, as the two nations had not formally met in many years.

He watched the situation developing outside of Xeraph's boundaries, and wondered when it all would stop. This was just a transfer of hostilities from Terra to space. Would the fighting never end? Perhaps one day, enough powerful nations would band together and ensure peace throughout the universe.

" Ensign, let the Austian commander know that whenever they want or need to depart, they are free to do so. We are not holding them here against their will. It was just a little too hairy out there, so we gave them some time to regroup."

" Aye, sir."

"Excellent." Cetanu turned and appeared to talk into thin air.
"Bring me down 59 levels." Then, turning back to the Admiral, "You may want to tell him I'm coming." he said, before fading away.

59 levels below, Cetanu rematerialised just outside the Rear Admiral's room. In order to not be rude (not that he cared. If this guy didn't like how Cetanu acted then tough luck), he waited until he knew he had been announced before he walked through the door. Literally.

The Harvesters had been on the move for some time now, they moved with speed along negative space, and now they were approaching their destination a system rich in genetic material...

The Space around the assembled fleets now began to warp, the very fabric of space swelled with the approaching fleet, it was like a great tidal wave approaching, an immense wave of psychic energy that forced itsway at the head of the fleet, like a giant wave cresting...

In a few moments The Harvesters would tear into Real space, But for now, all that Heralded their approach would by the Communication systems of all ships in the area going haywire, sensor systems going bezerk, sudden and random, momentary power failiures, all of this heralded the apperance of of the Great Harvester...

And Hell Would be visited upon those who dare Oppose these Ancient Creatures...

"Do you indeed? Did you ever share it with people from my planet because the God-Emporer often appears in the same form as you do? Could he have moved onto the next state, ascended as they say?"

"It is possible. Before we found the Ankhmeti people, we visited many hundreds of races, giving them our knowledge. It may be true. We find it unfortunate that he chose to make himself a god of your people... We taught equality above all things. Of course, we do not condemn him. He has made his choice, and we applaud his success. It is most interesting the way beings develop once they have reached this state. Many of my people chose to destroy themselves rather than exist in this manner."

"And he ahs chosen to be an immortal god, interesting, heresy though i should think, you won't talk about this to anyone will you Helen?" This he adressed to hsiw fie who shook her head. Then he turned to the door and achnoloaged Cetanu who ahd just alked through the door.

"My freid, welcome to the HMS Dread, this is Chi from Ankhmet, i am Lord Tine, this is my wife Lady Tine..." A siren began to sound and red lights once again began to flash. "And that means that our enermy has arrived, I must leave you egntlemen." With that he left the room for the bridge, to fight his enermys.

"And he ahs chosen to be an immortal god, interesting, heresy though i should think, you won't talk about this to anyone will you Helen?" This he adressed to hsiw fie who shook her head. Then he turned to the door and achnoloaged Cetanu who ahd just alked through the door.

"My freid, welcome to the HMS Dread, this is Chi from Ankhmet, i am Lord Tine, this is my wife Lady Tine..." A siren began to sound and red lights once again began to flash. "And that means that our enermy has arrived, I must leave you egntlemen." With that he left the room for the bridge, to fight his enermys.

Commander de'Longhe sighed. The Austian ship was safe here, but Admiral Tine decided to go and fight these Harvesters. So be it.

" Ensign, advise the Web controllers that the Austians will depart from our borders within the hour."

" Aye, sir. And what happens when they are attacked?"

De'Longhe shrugged. " It is most unfortunate that they choose to go out and fight at this time. I could have secured a directive from our government to protect our territory and render aid to our allies. But that would have taken some time, and Tine is most anxious to carry the fight to the Harvesters."

" Can we handle the Harvesters, sir?"

" Yes, ensign. Our weapons are far superior to any that the Harvesters may have. Especially ' The Ripper'...........

Tine slowly steered his fleet into battle arrangement, hundreds of missiles locked onto the enermy ships, just waiting for them to come in range...

Chi nodded to Cetanu, offering a handshake, and remembering he had no real hands.

"Oops. It's somewhat embarassing, this. Not having a body and all. I keep forgetting, despite having been like this for a very long time.
It is the duty of my people to open the eyes of people towards the probable nature of their gods. I do not wish to shake your faith in something that gives people a sense of meaning, but in our experience many gods have gained their 'divinity' by virtue of evolution. Of course, that does not mean they care for their people any less."

Cetanu said goodbye to Lord Tine, and the other...thing, before rematerialising in Tyrine's room.
"Good Luck Admiral."
"Thank you my Lord" said Tyrine. Just then, Cetanu's form began to become scrambled, before disappearing completely. All throughout the ship, communication circuits and targeting systems were going haywire, making a fight at the moment impossible.
"Get all pilots too there fighters! Get Guards armed and ready for any boarding parties and gunnery teams to their stations, ready Anti-matter missiles!" Yelled Tyrine. Throughout the fleet, on all 48 ships, the order was repeated.
"But, sir, how can we fight?" asked the Comm-tech nearby.
"It will pass. Now, get the shield powered up and weapons armed. FOR THE COLONY!"
All across the fleet, every soldier yelled as one:
"FOR THE COLONY!"

It was Time The Immense Harvester fleet was upon them, The Fabric of Reality was torn ashunder as a gaping miazma of Psychic energy forced time itself apart, Negative space leaked into Real space and with its birthing came great fountains of Lightening that arched outward from the Swirling mass of Energy...

Then The First few ships of The Harvesters began to swarm through, More Karrack Assault ships, like the earlier scout the Austians encountered, instantly it opened fire with its Bio Weapons, sending multiple living torpedoes, flying towards multiple targets, more and more Assault Ships flooded through, firing at the ships present, these living ships were highly manoverable and swarmed towards the fleets present... in-numberable Assault Craft screamed around the space like angry hornets attacking prey...

It wouldn't be long before the rest of the Harvester fleet made its appearance, but for now the Explorers would be hounded by these agile living ships...

"ALL UNITS FIRE" yelled Tyrine. Across his fleet, the order was repeated. Simultaneously, hundreds of fighters were sent screaming forward, High-Exlosive shells launched at the emerging ships. A few were destroyed by the Krakens, but 4800 fast moving craft is an awful lot. Stillit wasn't nearly enough. The Assault Ships and Tyrines command ship opened up. Hundreds of Anti-Matter and explosve missiles and some shells from the Gunnery turrets were unleashed. Still, the Krakens came.
"Shields up! Get some Leech Craft ready."
"But, sir. Theses are bio-ships, surely Leech Craft will be useless. No there may be no inside for our boarding partes to take."
"Yes, but our Leech Craft have High-Explosive self-destruct sequences do they not?" Tyrine stumbled as a bio-shel impacted on the Primary shields
"SHIELDS AT 98%"
The engineer grinned. "YES, SIR!"

It was Time The Immense Harvester fleet was upon them, The Fabric of Reality was torn ashunder as a gaping miazma of Psychic energy forced time itself apart, Negative space leaked into Real space and with its birthing came great fountains of Lightening that arched outward from the Swirling mass of Energy...

Then The First few ships of The Harvesters began to swarm through, More Karrack Assault ships, like the earlier scout the Austians encountered, instantly it opened fire with its Bio Weapons, sending multiple living torpedoes, flying towards multiple targets, more and more Assault Ships flooded through, firing at the ships present, these living ships were highly manoverable and swarmed towards the fleets present... in-numberable Assault Craft screamed around the space like angry hornets attacking prey...

It wouldn't be long before the rest of the Harvester fleet made its appearance, but for now the Explorers would be hounded by these agile living ships...

The entering fleet wasn't too lucky, they were met with a swarm of lasers(1440 shots) and even a few premature yamato blasts(3), along with missiles from the fleets fighters and gunships, the Carriers were scrambling Interceptors for their defense, and the Dropships dropped back into the safety of hyper. Hundreds of ships had loosed their fury on the enemy fighter equivalents, and now they had only to wait for their fire to take effect.

"Launch fighters! All men to battle stations!" Tine yelled as he rushed onto the bridge, his sword banging against his thigh. "Open fire on those bastards ahead, I want lasers, missiles, whatever we've got firing at them. Whats our status?"

"12 ships in position ready to fire, 21 more manouvering, we've got the rest of the fleet in the safty of Xeraph's net."

"The ones who are in position are to fire, fire everything they've got. How many missiles is that?"

"Each battleship has got 300 missile turrets and 1000 laser turrets, plus a further 2,000 self defence turrets. So thats 3600 missiles on the first volly plus 300,000 laser shots a second. The missiles take half a minuate to reload so thats about 6,000 missiles per minuate and millions upon millions of laser shots per second. Once the others are in it'll be tens of thousands of missiles."

"We've got ammuntion?"

"Plenty."

"Okay, all vessels are to open fire as soo n as they can with all available force." He watched as thousands of streaks of white and green lanced away from his ships, and the others. The white shreaks where the missiles, each one invidually aimed and targeted by computers missiles which would barley ever miss thanks to there thrusters. The lasers where less accurate, aimed by humans-fire and forget weapons. It was impressive sight.

The ship thundered and rocked with the dischrages from the rockets and lazers and the red light was getting on Tines nerves he ignored it and strode the bridge, staring at the enermy ships.

"Enermy are returning fire sir. It's those bio-weapons again."

"Order fighters and lasers to target them." Hundreds of tiny snub fighters, each one pioleted by a single human appeared in the vision screen.

"There launching there own fighters sir. Hundreds of them."

"Our fighters are to engage. Repeat our fighters are to engage. Lasers will have to deal with there return fire."
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Wing commadner Johnson watched as the strange organic ships appeared in space, escorted by thousands of tiny snub-fighters like his own P-91. He was reciving orders from his comm screen-engage the enermy.

"Right boys, we've got our orders, lets get these bastards." The spoke into his mike towards his squad and recived conformation. Missiles and lazer shots from the Dread lanced over his head, making towards the harvesters. The enermy was returning fire firing some strange sort of missile...

"Whoa." He yanked his joystick down a a gient squid like thing flew towadrs him, exploding after being hit by several lasers from the Dread. "Did you guys see that?"

"Yes sir."

"Shit...enermy fighters closing. Get targeting lock." He listened as his piolets confirmed locks and then wtahced the enermy come closer and closer and...

"fire." his ship gave him a kick as the twin nuclear missiles on its bottom flew out and weaved towards his enermys, homing in. Hundreds more missiles from the thousands of other fighters that flew with him created white streaks ahead of him and the enermy formations blossomed with flame.

"Switch to lasers, and prepare to engage. you have permission to break formationa adn engage freely repeat you ahve..." Then he was there, the two ships lines insected and there was no time for orders.

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Despite the fleets best efforts some of the enermy missiles still got through causing casultys. On the Dread 3 squids hit home, carving at the ships outer exterior befgore being blasted off by the defence turrets. On the other ships similar effects where felt...

Casultys: 210 men-all ships.

Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!
Blip! Blip!
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech!
"Engage cooling procedures"
"Temperature dropping. 15,000 degrees. 20,00 degrees... 100,000 degrees"
"Halt. Decrystalize command Pod. Contact Main Launch Pad"
"Decrystalizing the Experiment 53x65893v. Contacting main Launch pad"
Blips echoed in and out of the vacuum.
"Launch Pad unconfirmed. Warning. Temperature in Dreadnaught is rising. Crystal formation is breaking. Cooling liquid is leaking. Emergency thrusters engaging. Self destruct engaged. 5..."
"Halt self-destruct."
"4..."
"Override computer"
"3..."
"Stop. NOW!"
"2..."
"PRIORITY COMMAND, EMPERORS OVERRIDE!!!!!!!!"
"1..."
"NO! PLEASE NO!"
"0..."
"Happy waking up Lord Demetirus. You failed again. Be prepared. Let your last thought before crystallising be, Emergency."
"Sorry High command"
"Now, a number of robotic, biological, and fused ships have been loctaed in your current position. Your mission is to plant a spy on every one of these ships, gather as much infomation about them as a possible, then determine whther we need to exchange research, or whether we can just steal it"
"Yes sir."
"Don't Fail me. Scix out"
Demetrius looked towards the control pad.
"Cloak engaged. Probes... which ones... ah, the X59. launch Probes onto each ship. Now, nothing to do but eat, sleep wait and drink until the probes land."

It was Time The Immense Harvester fleet was upon them, The Fabric of Reality was torn ashunder as a gaping miazma of Psychic energy forced time itself apart, Negative space leaked into Real space and with its birthing came great fountains of Lightening that arched outward from the Swirling mass of Energy...

Then The First few ships of The Harvesters began to swarm through, More Karrack Assault ships, like the earlier scout the Austians encountered, instantly it opened fire with its Bio Weapons, sending multiple living torpedoes, flying towards multiple targets, more and more Assault Ships flooded through, firing at the ships present, these living ships were highly manoverable and swarmed towards the fleets present... in-numberable Assault Craft screamed around the space like angry hornets attacking prey...

It wouldn't be long before the rest of the Harvester fleet made its appearance, but for now the Explorers would be hounded by these agile living ships...

The Necropolis launched a barrage of bolts from her cannon emplacements at the Harvester fleet. Her thirty-six fighters were launched to provide close-range support. The fighters darted around the Necropolis, but the didn't travel outside the range of her point-defense turrets to actively engage the enemy. Their role was to aid the turrets in stopping anything that got close.

Bump

As more and more missiles were fired from the Colonial Fleet, the fighters began to fall back towards the capital ships. They didn't want to be anywhere near the Bio-ships when the big guns hit.

On board the Command Ship, Tyrine placed a key in his control console.
"On my mark, enter activation code. Mark." At once the code was entered and Tyrine turned the key. An engineer's voice signified the procedure was a success.
"Railgun armed and ready. Initiating targeting procedure, activating cooling systems and Plasma Drive."

On the bottom of the Ship, a massive chunk of metal appeared to break off from the main ship. It was huge, fully one half the ships length and about 100 metres high and 150 metres wide. Slowly, and ponderously the Railgun turned to face the tear into Negative Space. Massive turbines turned within the ship as Plasma was heated up within the firing chamber. It was held in place using high-powered magnets. The Operator stood in the chamber where the Railgun used to be, waiting until the Railgun was over an enemy ship.
"You may Fire at will." Came the order through the comm-link.
"Yes Admiral." He turned to his console and called out to the technicians nearby, "Heating procedure complete. Commence magnet charge. Activate Discharge....now."

Inside the chamber, all but one magnet disengaged, sending the plasma hurtling towards a Karrack Assault Ship at just over the speed of sound. In its wake, a burning trail of plasma and fire was left. The Hyper-velocity slug hit the Assault Ship at full force, impacting with a massive flash of purple and blue light. The Heat and explosive power fried the Karrack, turning it to ash in seconds. But still the plasma travelled straight through and off into the deep endless abyss of space.
"Prep another plasma blast. Initiating cooling procedure. Beginning countdown...T minus 15 minutes and counting." called out the Operator.

(Bump)

OOC: We need a reply Kraven!

Scan complete. Primitve life-forms with valuable technological resources. extracting information.

Scan complete. Primitve life-forms with valuable technological resources. extracting information.

OOC: Heh, fuck that, you so much as touch one of my ships, and whatever touched it will be blown to hell. Hell, you so much as get near me with a probe and I'll blow it out of space.

OOC: We need a reply Kraven!

OOC: Reply Tomorow evening, If all goes to plan, sorry for the delay, Ive had the day off work today and had things to do.

OOC: Okay, we can wait.

OOC: Heh, fuck that, you so much as touch one of my ships, and whatever touched it will be blown to hell. Hell, you so much as get near me with a probe and I'll blow it out of space.

OOC: I'm with MM.

The Ankhmeti Scanship turned it's sensors towards the ships of Mini Miehm. The communications relaysent a messae to the crew.

"We are cataloging your race. Do not attack. We will not."

The Ankhmeti Scanship turned it's sensors towards the ships of Mini Miehm. The communications relaysent a messae to the crew.

"We are cataloging your race. Do not attack. We will not."

"We understand, your ship is unarmed, we do not worry."

OOC: Can't do anything until we have a reply i'm afraid!

OOC: Im thinking of getting invloved. Where is everyone right now?

I'm attacking the Kraven fleet, which is emergiing out of zero-space, or whatever it;'s called. everyone else is doing the same.

Enaging extractor programs on all ships. Extracting all informaton on board.
Relaying to Mothership. Scanned ships: None

Enaging extractor programs on all ships. Extracting all informaton on board.
Relaying to Mothership. Scanned ships: None

Extracting: Jack shit. Because, as I have mentioned, whatever you sent at me would have made the aquaintance of 5-6 burst laser batteries... I'm guessing the same goes for SeaQuest, since I know he mentioned something along those lines...

Enaging extractor programs on all ships. Extracting all informaton on board.
Relaying to Mothership. Scanned ships: None

Extracting: Jack shit. Because, as I have mentioned, whatever you sent at me would have made the aquaintance of 5-6 burst laser batteries... I'm guessing the same goes for SeaQuest, since I know he mentioned something along those lines...

OCC: Quite true, MM. Optischer, what the hell do you think you are doing? You didn't RP anything coming in system. And, if you think I'm just going to sit by and let you try and steal my tech, forget about it. I'll just point all my big guns at your little nation of 74 million.

OCC: Quite true, MM. Optischer, what the hell do you think you are doing? You didn't RP anything coming in system. And, if you think I'm just going to sit by and let you try and steal my tech, forget about it. I'll just point all my big guns at your little nation of 74 million.

OOC: I'll join you... If I can take out 75 odd SDs, all on my own, I think the two of us together can hadle a piddly little 74 mil nation...

"Probes have extracted allowed resources. Beginning deployment of virus."
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I think you'll find I posted an earlier thread that had something about moving into the system Seaquest.

"Probes have extracted allowed resources. Beginning deployment of virus."
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I think you'll find I posted an earlier thread that had something about moving into the system Seaquest.

OOC: Alright, that's it, SQ, wanna find his home system and slag it back to the stone age?

OOC: Alright, that's it, SQ, wanna find his home system and slag it back to the stone age?

He's actually trying to get in my own system that parlim is letting me have. Its so fucking hilarious I cant stay in my seat. Can I send some ships along as well?

当你将傻的小家伙学习？我是你的上级在大大很多方式？
Optischer

当你将傻的小家伙学习？我是你的上级在大大很多方式？
Optischer

heres what he said roughly: When you silly kid study? I am your higher authority in greatly very many ways?

I can't read mandarin all that well, so I could be wrong and you know how their wording is all wierd, they speak like Yoda does, except even worse.

多麼聰明，但是你理解了錯誤。我認為某人需要向上提到他們的中國人，不是嗎？
optischer

多麼聰明，但是你理解了錯誤。我認為某人需要向上提到他們的中國人，不是嗎？
optischer

我的確同意

Sie sind ein amoeba.
Optischer

Sie sind ein amoeba.
Optischer

Ik spreek Duitse beter, en geen zijn zij niet al zijn amoebe, enkel omdat u zeer ergerend bent.

U spreekt Nederlands niet duits. Controleer uw van taal de. Dat bewijst mijn poin amoebe. Ik ben eigenlijk niet geïrriteerd. Ik geniet van dit gesprek.
optischer

U spreekt Nederlands niet duits. Controleer uw van taal de. Dat bewijst mijn poin amoebe. Ik ben eigenlijk niet geïrriteerd. Ik geniet van dit gesprek.
optischer

Het Nederlands en het Duits zijn over het zelfde, en ik kan het enkel eveneens spreken.

Ich kann Sie heraus in es sogar verfluchen, wenn ich wünschte.

Bem esteve advertido. Eu bem sou avançado em genética, promoções tecnológicas, grandes robóticas. Não me faz demonstrar.
optischer

Bem esteve advertido. Eu bem sou avançado em genética, promoções tecnológicas, grandes robóticas. Não me faz demonstrar.
optischer

Portuguese! I am impressed. And while you may be advanced in many technological fields, you are too small a nation to come to a state of warfare with the nations you are interacting with. I would recomend halting all this and rp with nations similiar to yourself until your at least 500 million.

Ingen mann, Stor eller liten, forteller meg hva gjøre! Jeg er optischer, og Optischer er Vi. Hva jeg velger vi all velger. Hva vi all velger jeg velger. Prøv ikke blande seg inn i våre planer Thrashia. De lager nok feil allerede.
Optischer

OOC: Alright, that's it, SQ, wanna find his home system and slag it back to the stone age?
He's actually trying to get in my own system that parlim is letting me have. Its so fucking hilarious I cant stay in my seat. Can I send some ships along as well?

OOC:
@Thrashia: Feel free to.
@Mini Miehm: *Evil Snicker* Time to let out some special toys I've been saving. If Optischer tries anything after my third warning, then let's do it.
@Optischer: You have already had two warnings from me. This is your third and final warning. I will not issue another.

Le chiedo di non di infastidire con le minacce vuote. Esso soltanto ulteriore il mio desiderio di diventare l'incorparated nella questione.
Optischer

Ingen mann, Stor eller liten, forteller meg hva gjøre! Jeg er optischer, og Optischer er Vi. Hva jeg velger vi all velger. Hva vi all velger jeg velger. Prøv ikke blande seg inn i våre planer Thrashia. De lager nok feil allerede.
Optischer

Well norwegian is a tough language, but I give you credit for having found a translator online. *claps*

Теперь остановите быть идиотом и пойдите прочь

Le chiedo di non di infastidire con le minacce vuote. Esso soltanto ulteriore il mio desiderio di diventare l'incorparated nella questione.
Optischer

Allora non ottenga implicato.

Cuando antes, usted ha metido y ha aguijoneado en mí como un animal en una jaula. ¡Ay la evolución ha ocurrido, mira el pinchazo animal y lo aguijonea es captores! Yo gracias para es realmente agradable por una vez.
Optischer

Cuando antes, usted ha metido y ha aguijoneado en mí como un animal en una jaula. ¡Ay la evolución ha ocurrido, mira el pinchazo animal y lo aguijonea es captores! Yo gracias para es realmente agradable por una vez.
Optischer

You know, even to a Spaniard, that doesn't make any sense.

Я благодарил Вас за дать мне хороший комментарий, на этот раз. Если Вы честно не можете решить это, то Вы должны использовать переводчика онлайн. Они очень полезны.
Optischer

Я благодарил Вас за дать мне хороший комментарий, на этот раз. Если Вы честно не можете решить это, то Вы должны использовать переводчика онлайн. Они очень полезны.
Optischer

No I understand you quite well, and I only gave you small credit for the fact that I know very few people besides people from Norway who can speak norwegian. Now stop spamming, or I'll ask Euroslavia to ban you or slap you on the wrist.

Non invio lo stesso messaggio a tanti utenti, spero. Voglio portare appena la parte in questa discussione, e su quella nota,
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The probes had released the viruses. Soon the emperor would have the necessary data. Where were the rest of the revealers.

The computer systems of the Necropolis proved immune to the virus. Her A.I. automatically created and sent back a counter-virus specifically crafted to the opponent's computer system.

OOC: Okay, that does it. Time to bring out some toys I've been working on. You should have tried asking nicely, Optischer.

The computer systems of the Necropolis proved immune to the virus. Her A.I. automatically created and sent back a counter-virus specifically crafted to the opponent's computer system.

OOC: Okay, that does it. Time to bring out some toys I've been working on. You should have tried asking nicely, Optischer.

OOC: Make a thread, I'll join you there.

我不把乞丐邀请为了钱。

OOC: Make a thread, I'll join you there.

OOC: Got ya. I'll get started on it.

Alstublieft haast, op, ik wil slechts voor u niet wachten!
optischer

OOC: Got ya. I'll get started on it.

OOC: Here it is: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10072627#post10072627

"Thank you, SeaQuestians, your race is catalogued, on behalf of the agency I thank you for your co-operation. May Hallowed Evolution smile upon you."

Optischer, all language spam ends now. Check your telegrams.

Optischer, all language spam ends now. Check your telegrams.

Thank you Mr. Mod-man. Does this mean we won't be killing him for the next three days or so?

"Thank you, SeaQuestians, your race is catalogued, on behalf of the agency I thank you for your co-operation. May Hallowed Evolution smile upon you."

OOC: Huh? I thought you were in the process of adding one of the others to your catalogue, as we already met.

OOC:Optischer Get the hell of the thread now, thanks for helping though Euro.

OOC: Huh? I thought you were in the process of adding one of the others to your catalogue, as we already met.

[You never came into contact with a specialist cataloging ship.]

OOC: Can we get back to the Harvester situation now?

OOC: Yes, but we need a reply from the havesters.

OOC: My most humble appologies, I have a new graphics card and I've been playing games on The "Sexy" Graphics Settings

The Krakken Scout ships manovered through the Hail Storm of lazer and missile batteries, the Numerous Ships exploded sending thick Purple Ichor roaring through the space battle, Missiles followed the Paths of these living Abominations, as living Torpedoes were fired as living ECM's they homed in on the missiles, detonating them before they could strike home.

The Scout ships of the Krakken were hit hard, only a few of the First wave had survived long enough to return fire, but soon they two were silenced.

In an instant the various assorted ships had made short work of the First wave.

This first wave was designed to test the Defenses of the Ships in this system and even now the Galactic System Harvester was already formulating tactical Battle plans.

For now the Negative Space rift had closed, giving the Defenders a breif Repreve, unknown to them the Second Wave was fast approaching....

OOC: My most humble appologies, I have a new graphics card and I've been playing games on The "Sexy" Graphics Settings

The Krakken Scout ships manovered through the Hail Storm of lazer and missile batteries, the Numerous Ships exploded sending thick Purple Ichor roaring through the space battle, Missiles followed the Paths of these living Abominations, as living Torpedoes were fired as living ECM's they homed in on the missiles, detonating them before they could strike home.

The Scout ships of the Krakken were hit hard, only a few of the First wave had survived long enough to return fire, but soon they two were silenced.

In an instant the various assorted ships had made short work of the First wave.

This first wave was designed to test the Defenses of the Ships in this system and even now the Galactic System Harvester was already formulating tactical Battle plans.

For now the Negative Space rift had closed, giving the Defenders a breif Repreve, unknown to them the Second Wave was fast approaching....


OOC: Damn you and your sexy Graphics card...

IC:

Hmm, no losses, that's good, in all honesty, these guys make the Zerg look difficult... Why are the Protoss so afraid of them then?

"There gone, sir." A cheer resonated around the bridge of the HMS Dread. Lord Tine relaxed for a moment, his hand clasping the sword hilt.

"Recall fighters, have them rearmed and ready to fly again as soo as possable."

"Sir, do we stand down?"

"No, that was just the first wave, I doubt that these things have just those little tiddlers. tell the men to rest, but not to leave there posts."

"Yes, sir."

"And I want a full battle report,a ll ships."

"It's coming in now, 16 dead, 2 fighters destroyed."

"Over all ships?"

"Yes sir."

"Thank god casultys where so light."

"Admiral, the enemy fleet has gone! We won!" yelled a nearby engineer.
"No it hasn't Jansen. No it hasn't. Call all fighters back to reload. Then get them straight back out. Shields back to full as soon as possible. NOW!" Ordered Tyrine.

As several engineers ran to do their duties, Tyrine looked out at the endless abyss of stars.
"Sir, casualty report. None on the Capital ships, but we lost 24 fighters."
"They died for Helghan."

The Second wave had arrived, this time however it had by passed the Fleet all together, choosing to Spawn the next wave behind the Nearby planet, Sheilding them from Sensors and various other methods of detection, it would be a twin strike attack, the second wave would strike from behind, hitting the weaker sheilds of the Rear ships, while the third wave would break real space where the first wave had struck, this would happen in a staggered formation, the second wave would strike first, forcing the Ships to turn their attentions towards this new threat, bringing their ships to bear, once pre-occupied the third wave would arrive, the Much larger Capital ships of the Harvesters, Smashing into their weaker rear shields and causing catastrophic damage...

It would only be a matter of time before the Second wave arrived.

After the Witch Hunter had taken charge of the situation with the probe and the diplomats safe on a Graviton class cruiser in Hyperspace, Necropolis returned its attention to the Harvestors. The third Graviton class cruiser moved into formation with the Necropolis and joined her in the Harvestor situation.

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The Second Wave of Harvester ships broke through into Real space, the Negative space rift crackled with lightening and as the very fabric of time was ruptured, The fleet had appeared behind the near by planet above which the origonal Combat had taken place, The fleet had exited in the shadow of the planet, hidden from sensors, and any sensors that could penetrate the planet would no doubt be distorted beyond use, and there fore not give away the Second fleet hiding out of veiw...

Silently the biological Crusiers and Scout craft patiently awaited the Signal to attack.

The Signal would be the Third wave.

The Second Wave of Harvester ships broke through into Real space, the Negative space rift crackled with lightening and as the very fabric of time was ruptured, The fleet had appeared behind the near by planet above which the origonal Combat had taken place, The fleet had exited in the shadow of the planet, hidden from sensors, and any sensors that could penetrate the planet would no doubt be distorted beyond use, and there fore not give away the Second fleet hiding out of veiw...

Silently the biological Crusiers and Scout craft patiently awaited the Signal to attack.

The Signal would be the Third wave.

OOC: *Cough*psionsarenotyourfriends*Cough*

IC:

"Sir! There's another fleet emerging behind the planet, we just recievd a report from the Protoss concerning it!!"

"Well, contact the other fleets and warn them."

"Understood sir."

To all allied Forces:

A second force of Harvesters has just emerged behind the planet, we are unable to engae them at this time, since it is likely there are more where that came from, but I advise orienting all of your lighter ships to cover your rears.

OOC: *Cough*psionsarenotyourfriends*Cough*

IC:

"Sir! There's another fleet emerging behind the planet, we just recievd a report from the Protoss concerning it!!"

"Well, contact the other fleets and warn them."

"Understood sir."

To all allied Forces:

A second force of Harvesters has just emerged behind the planet, we are unable to engae them at this time, since it is likely there are more where that came from, but I advise orienting all of your lighter ships to cover your rears.


(OOC: Gah.... *head Explodes*)


The Harvester fleet that had just emerged had felt the psychic presence of the Psions (OOC: I assume ive got Psions right?) And already the had begun the attack, Vast waves of Scout ships poured forth from the Formation as Karrack Battle Cruisers began to move forward, their Rail Plasma Rifles began to power up, An organic, Cybernetic meld of Creature and Machine.

A perfect example of Creature and Machine exisiting in harmony, these Rail Rifles are completly organic apart from the Rifiling itself, the Plasma created by the Creature naturally, is forced into a gland at the base of the rifle, where high Voltages are passed through the Cyitin Structure that forms the barrel, The Gland Then Spasms sending the plasma into the chamber, where the natural trace metals present within the plasma act as a magnetic vector, where by the Plasma is propelled at a far greater force than any normal plasma cannon, The resulting blast has been found to be quite devestating.

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Soon The Fleet had swung round the planet, and was already on a Full Attack, Living Torpedos were launched, Great squid like creatures hurtling towards targets, While Bio Cannons launched Explosive Cyitin Style shells towards targets, The Bio Plasma rail Rifles of the Cruisers opened fire, sending bright balls of Plasma screaming towards their targets with incredable intensity...

Even as this Attack Begun, Alread The Negative Space rift infront of the assembled ships, Began to Tear open once more, This was the Third and Final Wave....

The Grand Daddy of them all...

"Admiral, enemy ships have appeared behind the planet!"
"Turn and get all fighters out. Prepare Railgun and gunnery bays" ordered Tyrine.
"Sir, enemies are also coming from in front!"
Tyrine stood for a moment. "Order the fleet to split. Half our Capital ships will take their fighter contingents and engage those behind the planet. Admiral Needa will take command. We'll engage those appearing in front."

Outside in space, thousands of fighters were unleashed, with 24 Assault Vessels coming up behind, circling the planet. The other 24 ships, led by Tyrine prepared to face the 3rd wave in front of them.

Upon hearing of the second wave Lord Tine immdietly sent a message to his allies You deal with the 3rd wave. We'll take the second. His ships swung round ready to face the horde that emerge from round the rim of the planet.

"Theres hundreds of them sir!" Yelled a lowly ensign, "I count loads of thsoe scout ships, and a few larger ones." Lord Tine was waiting for the moment the enermy all appeared, waiting, waiting. His fighters where out, ready to engage, smaller cruisers adn destoyers sitting in front of the huge capital ships. Aboard the [HMS Dead hundreds waited for there commander to give the order.

"There firing sir." Tine nodded in achnolagement and smiled, "Order fighters to engage, shoot down those things." He was waiting for every missile to get a lock. The perfect lock that would mean no shot would be wasted. Almost 100,000 missiles and a million lasers where ready to fire, waiting for the command.

"Impact in 10."

"9"

"8"

"7"

"6"

"5, all missiles locked sir."

"Fire." 100,000 missiles and millions of laser bursts fired away towards the nermy , every nuclear missile locked onto its target They wouldn't miss thanks to there engines and navgation sustems. The power of 20 H-Bombs in each one.

"All power to sheilds." Tine ordered and sheild strenghth suddenly trippled as a surge of power came to them. 3 seconds to impact. The fighters ahead of Tine where shooting down the squid missiles with great success, more of them being taken out by the laser batterys. The Plasma things however would have to be taken out by the shilds.

The ship rumbled as the plama missiles had hit home, most being stopped by the sheilds a few breaking through the defences. One or two Squids broke through and began to feed before being blasted away by defence cannons. Out of the 24 Capital ships and 8 light craft deployed none came through unscaved, but none where hurt seriously.

Tine was active immidetly. "Missiles are to fire as soon as they get a lock, fighters are to engage and attack, get a consant stream of laser fire out there, have all power, and i mean all power, diverted to vital systems, sheild and missiles. I want a full damage report from all ships."

As the second wave came around the planet, 14,500 fighters, and 800 Gunships burned through space towards them, while the Capitol Ships turned to engage the enemy fleetswith their massive Yamato Cannon, and heavy Burst Laser batteries, as well as their KEWs. APOLLO was held back until they were absolutely forced to use it.

30 Leviathans, three Metal Militia Dreadnoughts, and the massive fleet Flagship the Metal Militia II itself, pride of the Fleet, unleashed the chained power of their Yamato Cannon, there was a total of 99 cannon in the fleet, but due to the number of other ships in the area, and the angle they had on the enemy, only 51 cannon could bear on the targets for now, but the fleet was already maneuvering for a more advantageous Broadside strike.

The Necropolis, using her Gravimetric Engines, proved to be more agile than a ship of her size would have been if using standard engines. A volley of fifteen Phased Gravitic Torpedoes* at the nearest Harvester ships. This was followed quickly with a salvo from her Staff Cannon emplacements, sending streamers of golden plasma at the enemy.

OOC: *The graviton wave generated by the explosion of a Phased Gravitic Torpedo generates in a material structure an enormous tidal force that at close distance can literally tear in pieces a ship and her crew.

The second harvester fleet was hit hard by the combined forces of the Allied Fleets.

Many scout ships were completely destroyed by incomming fire, others were clipped before being oblitereated into a shower of purple gore...

Others avoided the fire and missiles, ducking and diving, bringing in a close attack run against the Ships of Mini, the Scout ships flew close to the vessel letting rip with Plasma weaponry and firing their Living torpedoes..

The Approaching Cruisers at the moment were absorbing the fire from the allied fleets, their hardened reflective Cyitin armour allowed them to shrug most of the lazer blasts off, while the Cruisers used their Smaller plasma glands to bring down incomming missiles, however one was crippled the Battlecruiser listed slighlty, distinct pyschic waves of distress being broadcast out across space, Called in the Krakken Scout ships, they Hounded the ship, covering it, becoming a living shield....

While the living shield was being formed the Battle cruiser began to regenerate using all of its unnatural powers to repair itself... slowly its wounds began to re-heal...

The battle continued to rage... while the Massive 3rd fleet continued to approach...

The allied task was clear, blow the 2nd fleet out of the water before the 3rd could arrive and Lord Tine knew this. So he threw everything he could at the enermy fleet, fighters, missiles, lasers. There was ntohing to do. The enermy fire was still deadly but outweighed by the sheer volume of Austian fire.

Vice-Admiral Needa stared out at the battle raging before him.
"Order all ships to fire when in range. Is the Railgun online?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. Range in 10 seconds."
"Prepare Railgun and all gunnery turrets and bays. Get the cannon emplacements ready in case it comes to close quarters."
"3...2...1...RANGE!" yelled an engineer.
"All batteries fire! Fire the Railgun!"

The deep black of space was brightened as the flares of a thousand missiles flew towards the Harvester fleet. Even more laser blasts were fired from the Gunnery Turrets. And finally, the Railgun fired, its massive plasma blast flying at supersonic speeds towards the largest Harvester Ship it could target.

Needa staggered as his ship was hit by a bio-weapon.
"Keep firing! If one of those squid things latches on blow it apart with Turrets!"

The second harvester fleet was hit hard by the combined forces of the Allied Fleets.

Many scout ships were completely destroyed by incomming fire, others were clipped before being oblitereated into a shower of purple gore...

Others avoided the fire and missiles, ducking and diving, bringing in a close attack run against the Ships of Mini, the Scout ships flew close to the vessel letting rip with Plasma weaponry and firing their Living torpedoes..

The Approaching Cruisers at the moment were absorbing the fire from the allied fleets, their hardened reflective Cyitin armour allowed them to shrug most of the lazer blasts off, while the Cruisers used their Smaller plasma glands to bring down incomming missiles, however one was crippled the Battlecruiser listed slighlty, distinct pyschic waves of distress being broadcast out across space, Called in the Krakken Scout ships, they Hounded the ship, covering it, becoming a living shield....

While the living shield was being formed the Battle cruiser began to regenerate using all of its unnatural powers to repair itself... slowly its wounds began to re-heal...

The battle continued to rage... while the Massive 3rd fleet continued to approach...

The Necropolis's fighters returned to the hanger. The massive Graviton class destroyer that had arrived cut loose with her massive Firebolt Cannons sending bolt after bolt of pure anti-matter at the Harvester ships. The Necroplois sent another salvo of ten Phased Gravitic Torpedoes and shots from her Staff Cannons.

14,500 various Fighters and light missile frigates attacked the enemy fleet, firing Plasma Gatlings, Burst Lasers, Enveloping Fusion Torpedoes, Hellfire Missiles, Gatling Lasers, and HALO missiles lashed through space towards any encroaching Scout Ships, or anything else that happened to not posess a friendly IFF.

The Krakken missiles were less than effective against the standard Miehmish response to enemy misile fire, Warp Gates opened up in front of the swarm of enemy fire, sucking them through, and sending them back directly in front of the Harvester ships.

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