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In Orbit around the 3rd Planet of the Dweladelfia Prime System

Thousands of ships filled with civilians lined the grand line watching the New Dweladelfian Imperial Navy parade down. Spectators watched as Anaconda Class Destroyers cruised down the grand line. Maria who is only 4 years old watches with her parents as an Anaconda Class Destroyer comes close to there ship. "Mommy look!!! look!!!" "Yes I see it honey." As she picks Maria off the dash board. "Look at that big ship!" an Exodus Class Battleship parades in front of them. Suddenly an explosion reeks off the hull of the Battleship. The explosion was so big it vaporized all the ships around it including the ship Maria and her family was in....

"HELM REPORT" Captain Fredrick H N. Yells as his Anaconda class Destroyer rocks back and forth from the explosion. "The Exodus Battleship off or port bow just exploded." "Is it still intact?" "No sir it was completely vaporized." "Good God...."
Lights went off on the communication officers panel "Sir where getting a hail from Imperial Navy Command." "On screen."

"All Dweladelfian ships rasie your sheilds there has been a terrorist attack on the DPS-Vergo. Report to the way point to meet up with the fleet.

Transmission ended.....


OOC: Ok I need some nation to take responsibility for this attack.

OOC: Tag for interest. This seems like something I would do ^^

Bump for more people.

Bump for more people.

OOC: I might be interested....need more info probaly.

OOC: Like what?

OOC: I should probaly be good after one more IC post...to get the feel of it, cause the last one is a little (no offense) vague.

OOC: Chronosia Post you taking credit for this attack.

OOC: Yeah that'll be fine, I'll start after Chronosia's post...

The assassin moved through the city streets; moving swiftly; clothed all in black, tight black armor beneath billowing robes; features tight and hidden. This was not her true face; nor need it be her only one; the polymorphine drug coursing through her system allowed a certain...Malleability; to those who knew how to use it. To the untrained; their bodies would go rampant; uncontrollable; unformed...

She had spent weeks preparing; hacking blueprints; procuring weapons and explosives; before finally implementing the plan at the staff level; files had revealed data on personel; and a swift impersonation had granted her access to the very bowels of the vessel. Now; moving swiftly; she admired her handiwork; a masterpiece of Chaos above the skies of this world. Beautiful.

Her pod had crash-landed nearby; and now she was lost. A suprise awaited any who came to investigate; as she smirked wryly, activating her communications array and locator beacon.

My Lords; the deed is done. Our will is sown anew upon our enemies; they will think carefully now; before they act...

High Command HQ

"Alright people we need to know what happened and who did it. Has an goverments or groups taken credit for this act?"

"No sir."

"Damn it. Alright I Dont want any ship leaving or entering this System. I want a blockade around the planet. NO SHIP LEAVES! And raise the energy sheild around the planet."

"Yes Sir."

President Byron Graham laughed softly to himself as he watched the tape of the ship exploding...yes he shouldn't be laughing about a matter like this, especially when the FedAB was committed to bringing about the end of terrorism and piracy, and things of the like. But still...to have a ship of that size explode in the middle of a parade...that was humoressly unthinkable.
But Graham knew he would always be alert for terrorists, and that it was the duty of the Federation to assist others victimized by the scourge. He would have to commit something, especially to get the rising name of the FedAB even more popularity among other nations. He would send a team of investigators, that would do the trick...or something. He would think about it later, but decided to send a rather vague letter to Dweladelfia...

To: Dweladelfia prime
From:President Byron Graham, FedAB

We in the FedAB have heard of your tragedy and express our sorrow. If we could, we would like to send in a team of investigators from our nation to help track these criminals. to prevent them from instigating these sort of attacks ever again.

Signed,
Byron Graham
President, FedAB

To: President Byron Graham, FedAB

We would gladly accept this team of investagators. Thank yhou very much.

Prime Minister Yellowstone

"Is this thing on?" Transmissions flared to life; signals rife with static, adjusting themselves as the figure moved to the forefront; armor gleaming black, mighty armor; powerful armor; his visage hooded; pistols hung from his belt; and a sword was strapped across his back as he settled into a chair.

"I know you may be wondering; why am I contacting you? Well, I'll tell you. I am Lord Captain Alexis of the Black Corsairs; your friendly neighbour pirates and as of quite recently...Terrorists." A grin flickered across his features. "My dear brother Marius was quite successful in formulating the perfect explosive; it worked quite well, I must say. How many dead? Well; that doesn't truly matter does it. It's not the size that counts, it's how you use it. I'm simpy here to let you know; this is only beginning. And don't try to trace the signal; right now we're bounced off so many relays that we quite rightly appear to be somewhere between your current location; the Pegasus Galaxy, the Cassiopeia Galaxy, and Dark Territory" A brief nod. "You'll hear from us again...Ta ta"

OOC: On the Galactic Map your really only on the other side of the galexy. Shouldnt we go by that.

OOC: Ah well I'll tag for interest. I guess we'll have to commit mass terrorist actions against Dweladelphia Prime at some other point. (j/k or am I? *shifty*)

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OOC: Dude did you see the post were i said to ship enters or leaves the planet. And you cant just land on my planet.

OOC: Dude did you see the post were i said to ship enters or leaves the planet. And you cant just land on my planet.
they were already landing. but if you insist:

IC: the
warmaster's ship was surrounded by the Dweladelfian fleet, he sent out a message

"the undead are here to help you in this time, as we were originally here to request permission to set upo an embassy" the warmaster said calmly

OOC: Dude, my post..

"Is this thing on?" Transmissions flared to life; signals rife with static, adjusting themselves as the figure moved to the forefront; armor gleaming black, mighty armor; powerful armor; his visage hooded; pistols hung from his belt; and a sword was strapped across his back as he settled into a chair.

"I know you may be wondering; why am I contacting you? Well, I'll tell you. I am Lord Captain Alexis of the Black Corsairs; your friendly neighbour pirates and as of quite recently...Terrorists." A grin flickered across his features. "My dear brother Marius was quite successful in formulating the perfect explosive; it worked quite well, I must say. How many dead? Well; that doesn't truly matter does it. It's not the size that counts, it's how you use it. I'm simpy here to let you know; this is only beginning. And don't try to trace the signal; right now we're bounced off so many relays that we quite rightly appear to be somewhere between your current location; the Pegasus Galaxy, the Cassiopeia Galaxy, and Dark Territory" A brief nod. "You'll hear from us again...Ta ta"

"SO they want to play ball. Well give them a ball. When there next transmission comes i want it traked to its relay thats its bouncing off."

"Yes Sir."

they were already landing. but if you insist:

IC: the
warmaster's ship was surrounded by the Dweladelfian fleet, he sent out a message

"the undead are here to help you in this time, as we were originally here to request permission to set upo an embassy" the warmaster said calmly


"You have permission to land."

"thank you, i just saw a replay of that communique, you have our complte and utter support on this matter" the warmaster said

Unebnounced to many nations, the Abh Intelligence Agency had been keeping an eye on many 'allied' nations to watch them more closely. It was obvious that an Abh would stand out in a crowd such as these citizens so steps were taken to make him appear more...common. Ever since the Dusanyu stepped down from being Emperor, the crew of the Sankakue had been split up with only a few remaining behind to serve. Keirn've had been recruited by the AIA for various reasons.

The man had his cowl pulled down close as he studied the explosion. "I believe this is something the Empire should know about." The Abh brought his clyuno up and filed through the jewel until he could get a channel scrambled to the AIA bureau to inform them of what has happened and to let them know that he would be conducting an investigation. If he can get in contact with the government.

Having gotten permission to send in investigators, the team landed on Dweladelfia. It was easy to backtrack the assassin; and they soon came upon her space pod. Being investigators, the team quickly went to work trying to analyze it. It would be their last moves alive.
Upon opening the pod, a proximity bomb exploded, sending shrapnel flying into the air and shredding the bodies of the investigation team. There was nothing left of them.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

President Graham had heard of the ill-fated investigators. While the initial incident of Dweladelfia hadn't annoyed him, the loss of his own people infuriated him. He stormed around his office cursing several times before finally sitting back to his desk. It was apparent force may be needed to hunt down these brutal killers. Graham quickly composed and sent a new message to Dweladelfia prime.

To: Dweladelfia
From: President Graham, FedAB

After the loss of my investigation team, it seems apparent that simple investigation will not be able to track down this problem. If you approve, I would like to send in a company of special forces soldiers so that we may track down these terrorists without the cost of more lives. Thank You.

Signed,
Byron Graham
President, FedAB

Having gotten permission to send in investigators, the team landed on Dweladelfia. It was easy to backtrack the assassin; and they soon came upon her space pod. Being investigators, the team quickly went to work trying to analyze it. It would be their last moves alive.
Upon opening the pod, a proximity bomb exploded, sending shrapnel flying into the air and shredding the bodies of the investigation team. There was nothing left of them.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

President Graham had heard of the ill-fated investigators. While the initial incident of Dweladelfia hadn't annoyed him, the loss of his own people infuriated him. He stormed around his office cursing several times before finally sitting back to his desk. It was apparent force may be needed to hunt down these brutal killers. Graham quickly composed and sent a new message to Dweladelfia prime.

"Permission Granted. Land in sector 453."

"i have some skeletons with me, if you need me let me know" the warmaster said.

Flesh tensed against the needle; a soft sigh as it slid into her, a moan, a sigh; a release...A surrender. She couldn't fight it; the power of the drug in her system; not just polymorphine; but others; steroids; amphetamines; Gods; drugs fermented from the living themselves; coarsing through her. She raised a flash to her lips; drinking deeply of water...She was a shadow; she was night. Her features changed; she appeared older now; much older; squatting down, drawing her robes around her; she looked down from the rooftop...Smiling softly. She could be patient; they were exactly where she wanted them...
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Alexis sat, musing as he examined the details of the atrocity; fine handiwork; the Assassins were paid well, and did their job with a skillful sort of grace that he couldn't help but admire. Marius stood behind him; the hulking form tilting it's head as it watched.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

"Oh yes, little Brother...And nothing compared to whats to come...We have work to do..."

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Keirn've had sat back in the shadows observing the space pod. He hadn't bother to make contact with the investigation in team, instead letting them be the rats that run his maze. So the pod was rigged, fools.

The man now had a new hair color and change of clothes. Unfortunatly he was still no closer to solving this then when he had arrived though this little incident was still a bit interesting. They knew how to play on stupidity of rookie investigators. He might actually have to watch himself. Keirn've faded back into the shadows to see if anyone would return to observe their handiwork.

TAG because the forum tools don't work.

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OOC: Don't mind if I join, do you?

Border Defense Station No. 62, outlying reaches of the Falco System

Space is big. Very big. So big, in fact, that to try to comprehend just how big is to invite insanity.
liar
- Colonel Jack Foglorn

Indeed. And here sat a tiny, nearly defenseless space station. Emblazoned on it was the symbol of the Velkyan Union, a golden eagle spreading it's wings on the old metal skin of the station. Inside, a skeleton crew sat, monitoring signals from numerous scout probes in the nearby asteroid field. A young Comm. Officer sat at the far end of the cylindrical station, slumping back in his seat, half-awake. He was daydreaming about some Eldar princess and himself up in a mountain, alone and with no one around. Unfortunately, his moist (snicker) dream was interrupted by a blaring noise and an accompanying red siren.

I fucking hate this job...

He got up and nervously scanned his monitors. Then, he saw it. A battleship, exploding in a bright ball of flame amid a large parade line. The commander yelled over. "Ensign, what in God's name is that?!" The officer furrowed to see just where the signal had come from. He pulled a menu up, and the information was displayed.

Dweladelfian space? Oh no...

See, Falco was designated a Border System by the CDC, a system with one or more foreign populated systems within 1 light-year of it. And the Dweladelfian capital system was right next door. So was the explosion. The commander acted quickly, sending an encoded communication to the Regional Command Center of Zeta Sector, which relayed it to the Office of Naval Intelligence located on New Velkya.

The Titan, Ceres Ocean, New Velkya

A command room inside received the report. A high ranking official played it to the half-dozen men inside the room. One of them spoke up. “Looks like we have a situation on our hands. Shall we intervene?” Another, wearing the rank of Admiral on his shoulder, cut him off. “No, nothing official. We don’t want whoever was attacking us to see us as a threat. Send a Halo strike team via Helios III, have them investigate themselves.” The other commanders agreed, and soon, a Helios III Stealth Deployment ship was en route to the No. 62, ready to receive orders.