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A shuttle left the carrier and approached The Station on the requested vecters. As it approached the docking section, the Nav computers took control of the shuttle and began to guide it in.

After receiving the transmission from Abh, Captain Frellian set his second-in-command in charge and made his way to a waiting shuttle. Within twenty minutes the shuttle had left and made its way to the designated coordinates for the meeting.

Exterior

A lone Trident II class (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10178056&postcount=23) executive shuttle left from an undamaged auxilary hanger of the Preserver. The Launch approached the Abh construct and requested landing clearance.

Messages

In response to the Abh message:

Acknowledged and accepted. As the Preserver is only operating with a skeleton crew of 88,000, we can use all the help we can get finding and fixing all the damage.

A tall woman with a long red pony tail was there to meet the commander from the balrogga shuttle. She adorned a white breast plate with gilded veins and a white mail skirt. A steel axe was hooked around a weapon's belt.

A man in a black cloak waited in the docking bay for the second in command of Captain Frellian.

Permission was given for the SeaQuestian ship to dock. A man with blue hair, matching cape, and a large sword strapped to his hip stood in the docking bay to await the commander of the SeaQuestian ship.

From Hyperspace, another supply ship moved towards the Preserver.

Frellian's shuttle latched on and after a minute the door opened to reveal an average looking man clad in a white suit. He walked down the short ramp flanked by two Imperial Troopers.

He spotted the man in the black cloak and strode towards him, "Hello, sir. I am Captain Frellian of the Imperial Ship, The Allegiance.

IC: Repairing the Preserver

The SeaQuestian and Abh forces focused on repairing the Preserver were clustered around her and several were crawling through her as well.

OOC: Got that out of the way for now.

IC: Hanger

The Launch touched down in the Abh hanger. The hatch opened and Brigadier General Robin Andrews stepped out.

She looked at the sword the man there was carrying and raised an eyebrow.

Exterior - Some Fluid Time Later

The forms of the star-shaped Anbuis class I.S.S. Anubis and the pyramidal Cheops class I.S.S. Golden Path Phased to Real Space on opposite sides of the Witch Hunter. Both had arrived from different points of origin.

OOC: Here are those two ships with the special 'passengers' I was talking about.

IC: Messages

Transmitted to the Abh 'construct':

Our special guests have arrived. They will be transporting over instead of taking a Launch as both the Anubis and the Golden Path are equipped with transporters while the Preserver is not.

The man in the black cloak pulled back his hood to reveal blue eyes, black hair that went to his shoulders, and a goutee. "Greetings." The man bowed. "I am Marcus of the Rangers. If you will follow me, I shall escort you the Admiral and the council chambers."

Marcus flipped his cloak back and made his way to the turbo lift as it would take them straight there.

The man in blue hair thumped a fist to his heart over a molded half-leather breast plate. "Greetings, my name is Ike of the Rangers. Follow me please." As with Marcus, Ike lead Andrews to a turbo lift. Unfortunatly this one would not take them straight away and they would have to go another means, through the rec halls.

A message was sent to the Anubis and Golden Path:

Aim your teleporters for the large metal dome you see at the top of the station. That is the council chambers where everyone will be meeting.

"But of course," Captain Frellian replied as the man in the black cloak, now known as Marcus, led him away to the council chambers.

The two man guard of Imperial Troopers followed shortly behind the Captain on either side, decked in white armor and with blaster rifles in cross formation.

a Death Spire Ship Hovered outside of the Abh Station

"This Is Warmaster Nicholai of Death Spire, requesting permission to land" a simple Tranmition Was sent

Andrews nodded and followed Ike. She kept a watchful eye on his sword as they walked.

Messages

Coded transmission from the Anubis and Golden Path to the Abh 'construct':

Acknowledged. We will transport when ready.

The turbolift ride for Captain Frellian was a short ride up to the council chamber. In the council room was a long holographic tactical display table surrounded by many chairs. At the end of the table with his back to the lift stood two Abh. One had long pointed ears like that of an elf while the other merely had the characteristic of blue hair.

Marcus cleared his throat. "Your highness, may I present Captain Frellian of the Allegiance."

The Abh with pointed ears snapped his blue cape to his side and turned around. He was burly for an Abh who were usually quite thin from living in space. His golden tiara rested on his forehead with two "wings" branching out from the front. The man had an eye patch over his left eye. "Hello. I am Admiral Abriel Gaf'ton of the Abh Empire. Please, come and sit."

Ike and Andrews' turbolift stopped at one of the many recrooms for the crews of the fleet. Abh and human alike could be seen mingled about eating, drinking, or playing a version of bumper pool (never understood that game). The noise was drowning and they had to push their way past a food replicator to get to the stairs that would lead to the next turbo lift that would bring them to the council room.

A message was sent back to the two SeaQuestian ships informing that they were ready whenever.

A docking bay door opened in response to the Death Spire ship's transmission. Holographic guiders lit up to the show the shuttle that safest approach route.

Interior

Andrews eyes sparkled with an internal smile as she walked through the rec room (OCC: Can't think of what else to call it).

Messages

Coded response to the Abh message:

Acknowledged. Transport will be complete by the time this message is sent.

Interior

General Gun Grave transported over from the Anubis and another male figure beamed over from the Golden Path.

OOC: I've been talking to a regional ally of mine, and he's agreed to let me use one of his characters as his way of getting involved.

Message From Spartan 9th Imperial Fleet To Abh Station:

Do you have the availability of a Lamda Class Shuttle to dock? And if you wouldnt mind do you have the space available for a Sovoreign Class SSD and a Tyrant Class Missile Cruiser to dock at the repair yards? The ship designations are I.G.S. Tyrant and the I.G.S. Sovereign. We have been having a little engine trouble while sitting getting the go ahead to join the fighting and not sit back. On the shuttle will be carrying Admiral Driscall of the 9th Imperial Fleet and Captain Christopher of the 8th Tactical Squadron.

The turbolift ride for Captain Frellian was a short ride up to the council chamber. In the council room was a long holographic tactical display table surrounded by many chairs. At the end of the table with his back to the lift stood two Abh. One had long pointed ears like that of an elf while the other merely had the characteristic of blue hair.

Marcus cleared his throat. "Your highness, may I present Captain Frellian of the Allegiance."

The Abh with pointed ears snapped his blue cape to his side and turned around. He was burly for an Abh who were usually quite thin from living in space. His golden tiara rested on his forehead with two "wings" branching out from the front. The man had an eye patch over his left eye. "Hello. I am Admiral Abriel Gaf'ton of the Abh Empire. Please, come and sit."

As the turbolift reached the end of its short journey, Captain Frellain stepped out and his two guards followed. The two Imperial Troopers took spots on either side of the turbolift as Frellian made his way around the table to greet the Admiral. "A pleasure to meet you," Frellain said, "Even under such unpleasant circumstances."

The shuttle gave its control over to the Nav Computer which guided the shuttle into the flight bay. After a few seconds, the craft was sitting in the hanger, its engines powering down. The ship sat there for several minutes before the door opened and a disembarkation ramp slid into place. A lone figure walked down the ramp.

He was dressed in the dark uniform of the Imperial Navy, his rank showing on his collars. He used a walking stick, more as an accessory than an actual physical need. The stick was made of some unknown black metal. The tip of the ebony stick clacked whenever it touched the metal floor of the hanger. He looked around to see who was meeting him.

the Warmaster's Ship travelled closer to the Abh Station
"i repeat, this is the Warmaster, Commander in cheif of Death Spire" he spoke into the Radio, requesting permission to land again.

OOC: Death Spire, I gave your ship permission to land. The door was open and they lit up a flight path for your shuttle.

The tall woman with a single red pony tail was there to greet the man from Balrogga. Her white breast plate and mail skirt glinted in the light. She adjusted her hand axe at her hip before greeting the man. "My name is Titania. If you'll follow me, I will escort you to the Admiral."

Ike led Andrews up a flight of stairs and to a new turbo-lift that would take them to the council chambers. "You have to hand it to them, they do know how to travel in style and they always provide for their men."

Admiral Gaf'ton nodded at Frellian's remark. "Indeed it is unfortunate but war has always brought strange new tides. Perhaps some good can come out of this conflict. In the least, I hope we can rescue the poor girl."

His attention turned as soon as the two transported in from SeaQuestian ships. "It would seem the SeaQuestians have arrived, or at least some of them."

A message was sent to the Spartan Alliance:
The shuttle should proceed to opposite side of the station that all other shuttles have been entering. A flight plath will be lit up for you to follow when the docking bay doors open. Your ships are welcome to dock at the repair areas, however we will need a little extra time to add on to the already constructed frame to allow for your two ships. Should only take about an hour since not much more work is needed. Standby.

The docking bay doors were opened and a holographic flight path was lit up.

Another supply ship disembarked from Hyperspace to pull up alongside the already busy repair docks. A few more large robotic arms and steel frames were dropped off for the engineers to grab a hold of and latch them onto the already existing frame. Sparks began to fly from the structure as the new parts were being welded on at strategic seams.

The move was not expected, but the Sebeceans were not dumb enough to not figure out what the allies were doing. They were all meeting, a perfect chance to meet them all at once, and in one place with one message.

Out of the Command Battlecruiser, the SIS Nokibure, a lone Sebecean Transport Shuttle exited the ship's hanger bay. And headed for the Allied station in the distance, it would arrive within 10 minutes, and was loudly broadcasting various international signals of truce- they were coming in under a flag of peace... A Admiral sat in the transport with his guards, and in his hand a personal data device contianing the Sebecean terms.

The Chief of Staff interrupted the Admiral before anything else could really begin. "Excuse me your highness but scouts have spotted an enemy shuttle heading this way. It seems they are broadcasting a truce for the moment and wish to meet us."

"Coordinants?"

"About ten minutes out towards our right flank."

The Admiral nodded and pushed a few buttons on the table to readjust the holographic images so that it focused in on the small region that had the shuttle approaching. The image was magnified to show the finer details.

"Chief, I want you to get down to systems and have them scan that shuttle. I want to know what is in it. Also have a destroyer launch two Star Cutters and have them escort the shuttle."

"Yes sir."

Two fighters launched from a nearby destroyer and approached the shuttle to escort it. Weapon systems were powered up but they were not targeting the ship.

The Shuttle knew they had guns on them, and they did not care. They sent out a simple request to land and headed for the bay that the other had landed in.

"Commander, we have a shuttle leaving the enemy camp. It will reach the station in about ten minutes."

Scan the ship with everything we have, I want to know what the pilot had for lunch. Scan for munitions, explosives, energy sources, and even fireworks. I want those results fast. Warn our rep that there is a problem."

"Yes Sir, transmitting."

The Battlegroup carefully scanned the shuttle as soon as it left on it's 10 minute trip.

"Officer, what are the results of the shuttle scan? Who and what is in there."


*SS gets to post the results of my scans here*


Aboard the station, his neurolink delivered the warning as he waited on the flight deck for someone to show up. The man responded by setting an internal countdown and instructed the shuttle to keep the engines hot.

He looked around as the shuttle engines silently powered up again. He needed to make a choice who to drag aboard if he needed to make an escape. He was sure he would save at least someone if the enemy would try anything foolish as an attack upon the station. That would bring the Empire directly into active combat with the SS forces.

He waved some nearby crew over to see if they could answer some non-sensical questions so he had someone to save. He pretended to not understand what they were saying while waiting for information on the battlegroup scans.

*My rep gets the results of the scans here*

The Scanners passed through the Shuttle, revealing 11 persons onboard. THe Pilots in standard equipment, while 8 Orbital Marines stood in combat ready equipment. The other man, was the Admiral in the Duty Dress of the Imperial Fleet [Sebecean Force of Interstellar Dominance]. He had a knife and a small sidearm on him. They were armed but, not armed enough to cause even a little damage. They only explosives they had were simple grenades, they planned only to meet the leaders of the Allied fleet, this was peaceful...

I.S.S. Anubis - Main Bridge

"Looks like we got an enemy shuttle incoming."

"A lone shuttle!?"

"Yes. Seems they are broadcasting a desire to peacefully join the meeting on the Abh construct."

"Is the Commander still on the Observation Bridge?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Best let him know and see if he wants us to inform the General. In the mean time, keep all an eye on that shuttle. I want it disabled if it so muches as twitches wrong."

"Aye, ma'am."

Abh Construct - Meeting Room - Fluid Time Later

General Gun Grave and the unidentifed male stood in a shadowed area of the room. Brigadier General Robin Andrews took a seat.

The Shuttle was nearing and nearing. It did not make any sudden moves, and was 5 minutes out from the station, and they were coming up fast.

"I say we tell the enemy shuttle to hold its distance," Captain Frellian said as he two had heard of the incoming shuttle carrying SS men. "It seems rather odd to me that the Setian-Sebeceans would call for a truce now... we have not done anything since the last major move to provoke such an action..."

"I am left with only two discernable possibilities; they are either stalling for time or have some sinister plan that is formulating itself aboard the shuttle. I say we make sure it keeps its distances; then board it - if they have anything to say they can say it to our armor clad soldiers..."

the young warmaster's shuttle landed, after the lagged reply got through, he was Wearing the Serimonial Unifomr of his office (the Military, a Black dress uniform with a grey tie and red shirt, pants are black) he even had a few medals. he awaited his escort.

The man with the walking stick babbles something and points inside the shuttle, indicating a possible problem inside that the workers might need to take care of just before the enemy shuttle would land.

He wanted to get them inside just in case. he was recieving up to the minute results from the scans over his Neurolink and had timed it just so everyone he could trick into his shuttle was safely in there. He also instructed the computer to fabricate a problem to be taken care of just in case the shuttle landing was on the level.

Message to Abh:

Read and Understood shuttle will leave immediatly. We will supply the measurements of the two ships we need in dock at the moment and thank you. It will be a pleasure to meet with you aboard the your station.

On Board the I.G.S. Sovereign.

Admiral Driscall-Transmit the measurements of both the Tyrant and the Sovereign. Once complete maneuver into position with the yards, then immediatly start the minor repairs necessary. Captain Christopher with me lets join the meeting.

Outside the I.G.S. Sovereign.
The Lamda class shuttle cleared the massive ship as it then maneuvered to the shipyards. The shuttle then headed straight for the lit up flight path and let the nav computer take her in the rest of the way. Both of the Spartan officers stood at the loading/unloading ramp in their imperial uniforms ready and anxious to meet their new found allies, only two stormtroopers went with them.

Anyone else think this is another diversion? Asked Djehuty, pretty much aware noone was listening. The AI, if it had a corporeal body, would have fidgeted almost nonstop. Such was its sense of unease.

I'm beginning to think this was a collossal waste of time, Sighed the AI, speaking directly to the captain who snapped his book shut guiltily, its voice somewhat petulant and annoyed. Tiffany Point has not sent orders of any kind to the fleets. This battle's winding down into stalemate.

"Have you considered that the subversion entity may have wiped out their communications...?" Inquired the man, settling back onto his seat, book still in hand.

For this long? I'll order Mjolnir to head for Vialforte ifnothing drastic happens within the next six hours. We'll follow shortly afterwards. The captain's eyebrow quirked. The AI never simply gave up. It was stubborn and unwaveringly loyal, normally...

We can't wait around and we can't help, we need to get back to more important matters. Djehuty sighed, before returning its attention to the void.

Lamda Shuttle:

How much longer pilot?

We are awaiting clearence sir, our flight path is lit up and we are prepared to land, but first i beleive we need clearence.

Understood pilot keep me updated.


I.G.S. Sovereign:
Captain we are in posistion, both the Tyrant and our ship seems to ironically fit nice and snug in the yards.

Aye, begin repairs immediatly once we are docked.

*The first officer looked out from the bridge and saw all the massive fleets. Then looked to his left and saw the Seaquest ship docked getting repaired. It looked as if she had been either ambushed or outnumbered.*

This is either where we will make one of the greatest victories the universe has seen. If we do we will do it together and i doubt after that anyone will challenge these Empires ever again. Engineering, our ally is here too and it appears they sustained heavy damage. Send a message to man/woman in charge of that vessel that their regional allies are sending repair crews. Send most of our engineering staff, we only have minor repairs we will be able to sustain with a little engineering. Signal the Fleet to be about 20 clicks away from the yards.

*With the combination of the 8th Tactical Squadron and the 9th Impeiral Fleet, they both posistion themselves 20 clicks away from the yards. A message was sent to Seaquest letting them know that we are coming to help with repairs*

Nicholai was escorted to the main room of the Station, acompanied by Two Clone Soldiers, With Pistols only, Bearing the Markings of the Elite Enhanced Clon Division, the 666th Airbourne infantry.
their black armor, and it's red trim glowed in the Light
"so, whats the plan?" Nicholai asked as the Clones took up Seats either side of Nicholai.

This is Sebecean Imperial Unarmed Personnel Transport L4625: We request permission to land under a temporary cease fire, please respond.

ooc: My apologies for taking so long to reply. I hope I don't forget anyone in this post. Oh Balrogga, are you talking to one of my crew members or your escort?

IC:

A fourth supply ship exited Hyperspace and made its way to the repair docks to add to the equipment that was needed for the newly arrived ships. The large ship mostly contained engine parts of all class and type of ships that were known or at least their equivalent.

Clearance to dock was quickly give to the Lamda Shuttle while Soren was down there waiting to escort them in.

Admiral Gaf'ton looked at Captain Frellian and nodded. "I was thinking along similar lines."

He turned to his Chief of Staff. "What did the scanners reveal?"

"We detected 11 people with several rounds of munitions including grenades."

Gaf'ton hooked a stray strand of blue hair behind his pointed ear. "Interesting. Well this is not a good place to try a small scale attack. We have more than enough armed personnel to handle those men and the docks are thickly armored. We would lose a little pressure and whatever dock they were in would obviously be destroyed but we would all still survive. No matter, I do not want armed guards from a hostile nation in this room. I will have the shuttle hold it's distance and see if they will agree to my demands."

A message was sent to the Sebecean shuttle:
Sebecean shuttle you are to hold your position unless you agree to our guidelines. There are to be no armed personnel in the conference room and you may have only one other escort than the one that will be provided.

Agreed. Sebecean Orbital Marines are strictly there to protect the Admiral until he is in the Conference Room. Holding Position.

The Admiral looked around at the room. "It seems we will just have the commander and one unarmed guard."

The docking bay doors are opening and we will light a flight path for your shuttle. Ranger Nepherne will be waiting for you in the docking bay and she will escort you to the conference room.

The flight path lit up as the docking bay doors opened.

The Transport entered the station and slowly touched down on the designated landing pad. The Transports engines powered down, and her hatch and ramp opened up. Eight Orbital Marines steped out of the Transport in two rows. They slightly goose-stepped, and turned to face each other. They put their weapon butts on the floor next to their foot, with their hands on the barrel. Their black visors stared at each other as a man walked out of the shuttle followed by a man in dark armor different armor than the others [unarmed].

The man not in armor walked to the one waiting for him. "I am the Representative Admiral of the Sebecean Fleet, take me to the Conference Room.", he said in a slightly rude voice, but usual for Sebeceans to treat foreigners like they were something dirty.

A young man with raven hair and a red gem set in the middle of his forehead peered back at the man. Dark violet robes flowed down to his ankles. "Only one other guard is allowed and he may not be armed as you well know. The rest are to stay here. Now follow me."

Soren turned and walked to a sealed door a few feet behind him. With a few slight presses of the flat blue buttons, the door slid open to reveal an elevator.

The Soldier behind the Admiral removed his various weapons, and him and the Admiral proceeded and followed the 'Ranger' to the conference room.

The elevator that Soren lead the guests to ran horizontally until it hit a junction and proceeded vertically to the conference room. Blue lights passed absently by as they climbed higher and higher into the station.

The elevator stopped abruptly and the door slid open smoothly. Soren stepped out and to the left and gestured for the two to exit. The burly one-eyed Abh spotted the newly arrived. "I see you are the Admiral of the Sebecean fleet. You requested to be among our pressence so what is it that you want?"

Reply to Abh:

Read and Understood.

Lamda Shuttle
Admiral We are landing now. (The shuttle landed)

Men wait here. We do not want any "wrong" interprutations to happen. Captain bring your sith tremor sword, leave all sorts of energy weapons. Its only a diplomatic situation.

*Shuttle ramp lowered*

Soren a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Admiral Driscall of the Spartan Alliance and this my fellow officer Captain Christopher. Please take us to the chambers. We don't want to delay any longer.

"I am a Admiral of the Fleet, and I am here to present Sebecean terms and to sit in on any possible treaties."

oc: ack switched the names around. well you got the description for soren early. nephene should be escorting SS.

ic:

Soren bowed. "Right this way gentlemen and we will be in the conference room in no time."

Nephene rested her spear against the wall and took a seat with the rest of the rangers. She took her blue helmet off revealing long blond hair.

The Imperial Admiral shook his head at the Sebecean. "There will be no talk of treaties until the little girl is returned to her father."

"I am sorry, but I do not know what your are talking about. How dare you make accusations against us!!", He yelled back.

"release the girl and maybe we will think about sparing your fleets lives once the Man to man, Ground Combat war begins" Nicholai's Bodyguard Roared as he stood,
but nicholai forced the man to sit down
"listen you arrogant waste of Breath, release the Girl to her Mother, and then will we discuss things civilly, i will not Bandy Words with a Common Kidnapper, let alone some Kidnapper's Lackey" Nicholai Said Calmly, wilst the BodyGuard glared at the Admiral, although Unarmed, the Superhuman Necrfomancer was by no means Safe, and only Nicholai's Iron Will had him sitting, as was plain from his eyes, before nicholai Sent him out,replaced by the other Soldier, one of the Marines, whose Black Armor shone, aand who's Emotionless Stare was Also Directed at the Admiral, whilst Nicholai took his seat once more, unbeleivably angry, whilst his face was a mask of Calmness, he hoped no Trasmitions could get off to thye Warmasters ship, as the SS Admiral's attitude would have his father in an uncontrollable rage.

Emotional outbursts would not be helpful in meeting like this and it wasn't the Abh style to get emotional with the enemy. The Admiral was far more calm with hardly a hint of emotion on his face. He adjusted his golden tiarra slightly with his finger while pushing back up onto his forehead.

"Please do not insult our intelligence. We all saw the broadcast of you torturing a little girl. If you truly wish to make ammends for your actions, you will return the girl. Then and only then will we recognize you as a negotiator in good faith."

By now, the Xeno representitive had arrived alone. One Major Stephanie, of the Central Fleet Command Intelligence Division. CFCID.

She took her seat, dressed in a trim black jumpsuit with red trim and appropriate rank insignia. She would fold her hands in her lap and simply watch the proceedings for the moment with half-closed eyes.

OOC: SS, if you're character is lying, the character GP loaned me would be able to tell. So, feel free to say what he would pick up from a casual scan of your character's mind, and I wouldn't recommend giving him any good resean(sp?) to make it a deeper scan (GP didn't exactly loan me one of his lesser characters, this is the cream-of-his-Lensmen-crop best-of-the-best himself, Galactic Co-Ordinator Kimball Kinnison Second Stage).

IC: Graves spoke in a monotonous voice, "Admiral, we know that you're people have the girl. We all saw the transmission from your nation. If you have not, we can play it again for your benefit."

As Admiral Driscal and Captain Christopher sat there analyzing all words being thrown around, the Captain came to a conclusion. *Whispers to Admiral*

"Well, Admirals, Ambassadors, and every other diplomatic person here. It seems that the SS diplomat is doing one of two things. 1. He could be lieing to us and does know about the girl, which would be a most dishonorable thing to do on your part and would cost you dearly or 2. He actually does not know and maybe just as a reference we should play the broadcast again for future arguements and actually I would like to see the broadcast myself, since the only part I received was a message from my fellow Captain. He himself told he has not seen the broadcast either and the way he found out was through General Gun Grave and Brigadier General Robin Andrews." The Admiral sat back down.

The Admiral thought to himself, "Until it is complete the girl is as a clump of dirt.", however he would continue to deny it.

"How dare you think we would take and innocent person. The Empire is far above that, besides I have terms to deleiver!", He yelled as the guard behind him was still. In his helmet he was analysing voice patterns and every text and screen sending live feeds back to the ComCom passively.

With all due respect, Admiral, if you came here to stall, we could always simply return the favour and throw you and your entire ambassadorial detail into the brig for a couple of Megacycles. God knows the prisoners would appreciate new meat. Djehuty datavised, the synthetic voicebox on the conference table translating promptly.

Djehuty's sensors were tracking elusive and powerful electromagnetic activity from the conference room, Mjolnir's extra sensitive EM array projecting the bursts of energy as tight lancepoints of virtual light. He couldn't tell if it was a datalink or simply some kind of locator beacon, but amidst the deluge of communication and low level activity, it stood out in his virtual vision like the proverbial sore secondary poseable digit.

He switched to a private array and selected The Humankind Abh's Ambassador's communications icon.

I'm getting odd EM activity, and I'm not fully aware of your technological capabilities, but is this normal? It isn't a standard datalink and it's intermittent, like a burst transmission... One of yours?

Gaf'ton smirked. "My, my, what a temper you have. You obviously lack finesse and you forget your place you fool. You are hardly in a position to negotiate terms. There is nothing stopping me from killing you other than my own personal curiosity. We all know you are lying so it would seem that your 'empire' is not above such underhanded measures."

The Admiral looked down at the private communication uplink. His eye scanned quickly over the question before he returned his focus. No it is not. The holotactical map is turned off so there should be no abnormal energy readings other than those used by this station.

The Admiral thought to himself, "Until it is complete the girl is as a clump of dirt.", however he would continue to deny it.

"How dare you think we would take and innocent person. The Empire is far above that, besides I have terms to deleiver!", He yelled as the guard behind him was still. In his helmet he was analysing voice patterns and every text and screen sending live feeds back to the ComCom passively.

"Come now," Captain Frellian said as he spoke up for the first time, "If you want a cease-fire and negotiations to be held, you have to come to the table with an honest approach. Lying will do you no good here... more to the point, it will hurt you in this situation; your predicament and possibly your being," he said threateningly.

Gaf'ton smirked. "My, my, what a temper you have. You obviously lack finesse and you forget your place you fool. You are hardly in a position to negotiate terms. There is nothing stopping me from killing you other than my own personal curiosity. We all know you are lying so it would seem that your 'empire' is not above such underhanded measures."

The Admiral looked down at the private communication uplink. His eye scanned quickly over the question before he returned his focus. No it is not. The holotactical map is turned off so there should be no abnormal energy readings other than those used by this station.

Pale blue eyes would turn, like those of a particularly docile cat, to focus on the latest speaker. "There will be no personal threats. This person came under a flag of truce, and it will not be violated." Spoken softly, firmly.

Then she would glance down the table, "Someone please replay the message from their leader, involving the child."

"Flags of Truce only go so far especially with arrogance."

The Admiral punched a few smooth blue buttons on the tactical map to bring up the recorded message. The message commanding that all ships retreat from the area or the president's daughter would be harmed and then the cry of her being in pain was broadcasted for all to see. (see page 19 I think if you need to be refreshed.) The Admiral then turned it off. "Still claiming innocence, admiral?"

"Oh, that one... I almost thought you were talking about an innocent child. She has been tried for war crimes and found innocent of most charges. She did plead guilty to ignorance, and we are now showing her what it means to be Sebecean. She is expected to plead for citizenship.", He said proudly, emphasizing 'Sebecean' in his sentance.

The Admiral sighed and rolled his eye. "And what war crimes is the child guilty of? Suicide bombing? Murdering those that surrender? Mass genocide? Come now you can't possibly expect us to believe this load of space dust. The only reason she is pleading for citizenship is because she is being tortured."

"Oh, that one... I almost thought you were talking about an innocent child. She has been tried for war crimes and found innocent of most charges. She did plead guilty to ignorance, and we are now showing her what it means to be Sebecean. She is expected to plead for citizenship.", He said proudly, emphasizing 'Sebecean' in his sentance.

*Captain Christopher jumped out of his chair*

And what right do you have to condem a child to war crimes? *Unsheathing his sword* I believe you should be tryed for war crimes and your blood should be spilled for your deception and ignorance. How dare you even believe for a second that you have any right in the universe to punish that child, and if you see that you do have that right you better put it down on the table right now.

*Admiral Driscall whispering to the Captain*
Captain please sit down and put away your sword, I understand what your saying but we don't need to kill him...... yet.

*Captain sat down resheathing his sword*

"Oh, that one... I almost thought you were talking about an innocent child. She has been tried for war crimes and found innocent of most charges. She did plead guilty to ignorance, and we are now showing her what it means to be Sebecean. She is expected to plead for citizenship.", He said proudly, emphasizing 'Sebecean' in his sentance.

Kinnison stepped up the force of his probe of the Sebecean Admiral's mind.

"I can quite easily alter your memories," he said, "So, I suggest you co-operate unless you want all your memories past the age of two erased."

"Now," Gun Grave said, "Will you listen to our proposal, or should my friend follow through with his 'suggestion', Admiral?"

Kinnison wasn't forcing his 'will' on the Sebacean Admiral, but, if he wanted to, he could make the man co-operate.

OOC: Just an F.Y.I., but GP usually RP's his characters as fully cannon. I won't use Kinnison's full cannon powers on you. I'm not that cruel. Of course, it won't stop me from telling you what they are.

The Admiral's guard stepped forward as the man drew his blade. The guard moved his hand and a solid black blade, a nanite blade. It came out from his wrist device on his right arm [kinda like the predator]. He held his and up ready to strike, but did not retracted the blade as the man put his away, he just put his arm down.

"She requested on her own free will! And I am not threated by your petty threats, if you attempt to harm me we will have all the justification to destroy you fleets."

[Don't underestimate the power of the Sebeceans ;-) There are years of engineering and making soldiers more powerful, but try]

"There is clearly no need for violence here, nor will it do either side any good... except to exact your petty revenges..." Frellian said.

"Now if you guys are done prick waving, I believe we should begin the negotiations formally."

*The Captain was gripping his Sith Tremor Sword for the next turn of events*

Admiral Driscall replied in a rather irritated but mellow tone.

"I do not believe a child would just give them self up. I believe you druged her and took her, and if not that I think you forcefully took her. No man, woman, or child would just give them self up to their enemy after seeing the killing you have done to her father's people or the people of her father's allies. I believe you have a lot more explaining to do to this council than just 'She requested on her free will'. As you can see many of us are getting impatient, irritated, and frustrated with your deceptive answers. The next event may not be my doing but the next couple of words you say could be your last. Now I would hate to see your head sitting on the table, even though it might amuse me to an extent, but all we ask is for the girl back. Now can we do this the hard way or the easy way? I hope you choose the easy way."

"Let us get this thing officially started. It is clear that you would prefer blood over words, but thats not how the civilized universe works. Lets begin", he said giving the man a slight head nod and then proceeded to walk to his seat.

Driscall replied.

"I am pleased you have chose the easy path. Now you are correct let us begin with the future discussions and hopefully no one's blood may have to be spilled." The Admiral rested back in his chair with a pleased look on his face, but the Captain only sat back still gripping his sword but to where it was not noticeable.

OOC: Remember when I said Kinnison would know if your Admiral was lying, SS. I wasn't kidding. That's just a minor ability of GP's L2s.

IC: "Look at yourselves before accusing other's of things you wouldn't hesitate to do yourselves," Gun Grave said, "especially after your underhanded and cowardly kidnapping of the child. How immoral would you have to be to use a child as a human shield?"

Kinnison asked, coldly, "So, do you want to hear our proposal or should I just proceed with the Mind Wipe?"

Kinnison started to use his mind to 'lean' on the Admiral.

Grave placed his hand on one of the Cerberus Pistols on his belt when he noted the nano-blade. As they were his signature weapons, he very rarely went anywhere without them.

"Ok, lets hear it...", he replied knowing what they were doing...

Gun Grave said, "A hostage exchange. Which would you rather have, a little girl with no strategic value, or an officer with strategic value whose brains you can pick."

OOC: Lets see what you'll choose. Either way, Kinnison will, if SZ says its okay, 'erase' the girl's memories of her captivity.

After the enemy shuttle was safely down, the stranger instructed the ship to “fix” the problem he used to get the deck crew inside where it was safer.

“Lock the shuttle down but keep the engines hot. After we leave, seal the door. Also monitor all frequencies and let me know if there is anything strange. If you detect any outgoing transmissions from the enemy ship, jam it, but also make a recording.”

The person left the shuttle which sealed behind him. He walked through the alien station straight to the council chambers without asking for directions, his walking stick clacking all the way. When he got to the door, he waited a moment to get the feeling of what was happening beyond the door. After getting permission to enter from the sentry (assuming there were some) he entered.

"What have i missed?"

"There will be no hostage exchange, because you do not have anything of strategic value to us.", he replied.

Gun Grave said, "A hostage exchange. Which would you rather have, a little girl with no strategic value, or an officer with strategic value whose brains you can pick."

OOC: Lets see what you'll choose. Either way, Kinnison will, if SZ says its okay, 'erase' the girl's memories of her captivity.

"And you speak of honor?" Frellian said. "My own feelings aside, if you say that it is disgraceful to kidnap a defenseless child during war then it is certainly without honor to kidnap and interrogate an officer during a cease fire and negotiation meeting..."

"There will be no hostage exchange, because you do not have anything of strategic value to us.", he replied.

The Xeno Major's cat-like gaze turned to the SS diplomat. She just watched him for a moment, not yet speaking. This can still likely be resolved without Xeno intervention.

I've finished my scans. Looks like some kind of burst transmission surveillance system - military hardware, by the looks of it, Whispered Djehuty to the Ambassador for Abh. I get a short burst of high density datafiles - it's relayed to some sort of reciept device on board the shuttle, and then via the shuttle's encrypted datalinks to the Sebecean Fleet.

Passive surveillance. They probably have analysts crowded around screens at this particular moment in time... Mused the AI.

Passive surveillance. They probably have analysts crowded around screens at this particular moment in time... Mused the AI.

OOC: Symbiants actually, sebeceans hooked into a computer- becoming one with it.

*The Captain's communicator started going off*

"Excuse me gentlemnen." *Steps away from the meeting into a private room*

"Its Captain Christopher."
"Sir repairs are complete on the Tyrant and the Sovereign. What are your orders?"
"Take the fleet and make a wall 15 clicks away from where the Seaquestian ships are docked. From there keep at battlestations unitl told to do stand down, you thats protocal for all diplomatic sessions. But for now boost the longe range scanners, and I want you to specifically watch for anything suspicious, oh use the cloak scanners to. I want this meeting to continue uninterupted."
"Aye sir moving into position and will await further orders."

*Captain went back to the meeting, meanwhile the 9th Imperial Fleet and the 8th Tactical Squadron moved into position*

I've finished my scans. Looks like some kind of burst transmission surveillance system - military hardware, by the looks of it, Whispered Djehuty to the Ambassador for Abh. I get a short burst of high density datafiles - it's relayed to some sort of reciept device on board the shuttle, and then via the shuttle's encrypted datalinks to the Sebecean Fleet.

Passive surveillance. They probably have analysts crowded around screens at this particular moment in time... Mused the AI.

Gaf'ton left only a single word. Understood.

The Admiral turned his attention back to the meeting. "If everyone can please hold off on their personel viewpoints at the moment, that would be most helpful. The Admiral here obviously came aboard this station with something in mind. I would prefer to hear what he has to say. Afterwards, we can decide what to do with him."

"Thank you... Now it is the will of the Sebecean Government to retake this splinter colony and to place its violent leaders on trial for war crimes and treason. And here is a list of our other demands...", he said as he used his Data Device to project a list of reparations and demands from the Sebecean Empire to the 'invading forces'.


[list]
The Xeno to pay 90,000,000,000,000.00 Credits for Crimes against the Sebecean Government.

10,000,000,000.00 Credits from every other Invading nation

Commanders of the Xeno Fleet to be handed over for Trials

Submission of Star Zero

Body of Captian Aggripa

Formal Declaration of Cease Fire from all invading Parties

Commanders of the SeaQuestian Fleet to be handed over for Trials

Commanders of the DMG Fleet to be handed over for Trials

Commanders of the Death Spire Fleet to be handed over for Trials

"Thank you... Now it is the will of the Sebecean Government to retake this splinter colony and to place its violent leaders on trial for war crimes and treason. And here is a list of our other demands...", he said as he used his Data Device to project a list of reparations and demands from the Sebecean Empire to the 'invading forces'.

OOC: It would be helpful for the negotiations if we actually knew what the demands were...

OOC: It would be helpful for the negotiations if we actually knew what the demands were...

OOC: Tis updated

Captain Frellian scoffed in response. "Are... you... serious...?" he managed to say between snorts and laughter.

The Xeno Major allowed one dark brow to raise, staring down the table at the opposing diplomat. "These terms are entirely unacceptable. I have been authorized to present the terms of the Xeno, as defenders of Zero Point."

She slid a datachip into a holocaster, which then projected a list and a map above the table. The map displays the Zero Point system, and a green blotch in a circle around the system in a 10 lightyear radius.

"This will be the Zero Point Exclusion Zone. No ship bearing the flag of your nation may enter this zone ever again without express permission from the Zero Point government. This is not negotiable."

She continued to stare at the man, "Also, you will return the child to her mother unharmed and unaltered. This is not negotiable."

"Further, your government will sign an official charter, agreeing to these promises and its willingness to face sanctions should either agreement be violated again. This is not negotiable."

"What do you get out of this? Well, you do not get to oppress an innocent nation, as was your intent. However, do do get to maintain the integridy of your government and its existance. In essence, this is your one opportunity to escape this war without permanant repercussions, such as an embargo or military sanctions."

"If you do not agree to these terms fully and unconditionally, then I am authorized to inform you that there will be repercussions of the gravest possible level." Said calmly, quietly. The Xeno retook her seat.

"The Xeno Empire can kalish verdin gerha", he said saying one of the most insulting Sebecean Phrases.

"The Xeno Empire can kalish verdin gerha", he said saying one of the most insulting Sebecean Phrases.

"Well, if this is going to turn to petty insults I will be leaving..." Captain Frellian said.

"The Xeno Empire can kalish verdin gerha", he said saying one of the most insulting Sebecean Phrases.

Of course, she doesn't speak the language, but the insult of it was plain. She remained outwardly calm, but then reached forward to make some notations on her datapad. "Is that the official reply of your government?"

"The Official reply is, 'Never shall we take orders or demands from the Xeno'"

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10553317#post10553317

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10553317#post10553317

problem the only way to travel in Sebecean space is via gate- FTLi are everywhere, besides the homeworld location is unknown in a nation of several hundred claimed systems

problem the only way to travel in Sebecean space is via gate- FTLi are everywhere, besides the homeworld location is unknown in a nation of several hundred claimed systems

Physically impossible to block off space. - And, as a major nation, there's absolutely no way to hide a homeworld's location, as its center of power.

Physically impossible to block off space. - And, as a major nation, there's absolutely no way to hide a homeworld's location, as its center of power.

Can we keep this in the OOC thread.

(Space is kind of... big...)

Gaf'ton slightly raised an eyebrow when he read the Sebecean's demands. "You are more than welcome to try and take the money from us. I doubt you will get anything but a quick grave. I must agree with the Xeno's terms though I wouldn't have put it so rudely however I believe there can be common ground that would please all."

Commanders of the Death Spire Fleet to be handed over for Trials


"You realise that to do that would be to Kill the Ruler and commander in Cheif of Death Spire, myself and numerous other Heroes of countless campagns all so you can remove all evidence of YOUR war crimes?" Nicholai said, but as he said it, His Guard rose to his feet, hand twitching with anger, reacing for an empty holster, the marine Growled
"You will have a better chance of Seeing hell freeze over as you burn there, than get those commands, and even if you win this Campaign, you will have to kill Every man, woman and Child in Death Spire, and then also deal with the Undead to achive those goals? do you think we are so weak as to Bow down and hand you our head on a platter you arrogant fool" The Marine Roared.

just as the Red Faced Marine sat back down, an imposing Figure Storde into the room, the Warmaster Himself
"Nicholai my son, i will handle this from here" he said coldly, indicating for Nicholai to wait outside
"and as for insulting the Xeno and all her allies with these Demands" the Warmaster said, holding the list
"Stick them up your arse, we will Defend Star Zero until the People of Our nation are all dead, until Death Spire Citadel Lies in ruin, there is only one way for The Sebaceans to be involved in peace talks of any kind, they are the Xeno's Demands, Refuse them and invite Death, you play with forces you cannot comprehend, like a Child with Fire, and to Be so arrogant, you are very lucky i am Weaponless, for i would have otherwise Executed you, but that is not what my fellows here want, so be warned Ambassador for the Sebaceans, The Holy Empire of Death Spire will be your Greatest Enemy in this matter" The warmaster said coldly, devoid of Emotion, his Eyes looking as if they Bored into the Soul of the SS Admiral.

"As are you..." Captain Frellian said in reference to the Warmaster's comment about the SS admiral being arrogant.

The Admirals escort stood there, he looked at the Admiral's face: he was furious. However the escort was here for a different reason, and as the Admiral began screaming at the representatives in the room, the escort rose his arm and the Nano blade that was used to threaten them now launched itself at the leader of Death Spire. His other blades came out and he charged the other guards in the room.

Meanwhile in the Hanger, the shuttle's engine was rapidly building up power and the Marines began firing on anybody in the bay, regardless.

the warmaster cpought the blade, and stared hard at the Admirals Bodygaurd, whos flesh began to age mellenia in seeconds, until he was a pile of dust
"Yes, i belaive i am, and i apologise Captain Frellian" he said as his enemy Burnt, but Death Spire had waited for this, with a Full Squad of Necromantic Marines stepping off Nicholai's ship, and while these troops were only Basicly Equipped, the Two Squads that disembarked from the warmaster's ship Were Fully Armed, and they marched towards the Conference room, Determined to Defend the Allied Reprasentatives from the attacing Sebaceans from getting any closer

"Retreat while you can Admiral, i give you this one Chance to leave this station alive, then and only then will my men leave, but should you choose to fight, you will find yourself at Death's door, Care of the Elite of Death spire" the warmaster said, before he raised his hand, his lips moving Wordlessly, the Dust that was the SS Admirals Escort, began to Form a Skeleton, and rise up, before it dissolved
"you see, we are called Death Spire for a Reason, my Guard are Called necromantic marines for a reason" he spat coldly

The Admiral did not care, this was over- he grabbed his device and activated it's destruction. He than took his knife, and inserted it in the back of his own neck, he was dead.

The Marines were fully armed, and would fight to the death.

The Fleet began jumping away, ship by ship, but the gate remaind. The gate began pouring energy into its singularities, giving them mass. They were begining to overcome their holds, but they would wait until all Sebecean ships had jumped away, before creating a crude FTLi.

Captain Frellian merely shrugged as the 'battle' erupted and slipped out of the conference room with his two bodyguards flanking him.

They reached their ship a few minutes later and climbed aboard. It had already been ready for takeoff and soon it shot out into space towards The Allegiance.

OOC: Kind of GM on your part Death Spire...

OOC: Kind of GM on your part Death Spire...

OOC: he has troops, i have troops, whereas mine are for defence, his are attack in my eyes, and the whole /skeleton thing was just so that evetryone knew The Warmaster And his Elites were Necromancers, not that they would use those powers as much, and the Elites are merle Starting out Necromancers, Rather than masters like the Warmaster.

IC: the Necromantic Guard Took up Positions Around the Conference room, Guarding Each Entrance, but they did not enter the Room, knowing full well the Warmaster's Orders:
'Defend the room at all costs but do not enter unless Ordered'
they would die to defend this room.

Inside, the warmaster Merely glanced at the Corpse of the Admiral
"I feel i must Apologise for Bringing armed men on board this Staiton, but i did not trust the Sebaceans, once again i apologise for this Violent Outbreak" he said, before sitting down to ponder his next move, somthing he needed to do to prevent a apocolyptic Battle, somthing that these Allies didnt want, somthing that should be avoided at all costs.

Gaf'ton worked at the tactical map. He carefully filed through a few secure channels and was uploaded into the docking bay. The Sebecean marines that had been sealed in the room would quickly die. The doors slid open and field guarding them from the void of space disappeared leaving the marines to a horrible death by spacing.

The Imperial Admiral sighed as he looked at the Rangers. "Do not impede Captian Frellian's departing. They are free to do as they please."

The Abriel raised the back of his right hand towards his mouth. The blue jewel began to glow. His clyuno was now online with the speakers of the station. "Attention all crew. You have one hour until you are to return to your ships and posts. Prepare for battle."

The speaker was offline as he was now on a private channel with the fleet. "I want the supply fleet in normal space in fifteen minutes ready to refuel and rearm all ships."

He then returned his gaze to the rest of the members in the chamber. "It seems there will be no peace with them. I would recommend that you all return to your ships and prepare for the upcoming battle unless there is something anyone wishes to add."

"I believed they were up to something. My shuttle detected a braodcast and I instructed it to block it so whatever they were after was obviously not peace. You can tell by thier demands they had no intention of following through with them. At least they went away empty handed."

He looked over at the body lying on the floor.

"I will see you on the field of battle. May your hunting skills be sharper than theirs."

The officer began to glow red and then dissappeared. His shuttle launched and then returned to the Deity Carrier. It faded from existance as it shifted into T-Space.

"Indeed."

The Admiral brought his clyuno back up and called for two guards to come in the room. He gestured down at the body. "Shove it out of an airlock. A man like that does not even deserve to bleed on my floor."

The two guards picked up the dead admiral's body and shot him out of one of the trash compartments.

*As Admiral Driscall and Captain Christopher sat there, in silence. Since battle and death is just another part of war*

"Captain I beleive it is now time to go kick some arse how about you?"
"Aye Admiral, I will enjoy some new trophies in my room."

"Shuttle 1 what is your status?"
"We are here sir undamaged, glad you said to wait close by the flagship. We only had the two stormtroopers aboard."
"Good myself and the Captain will need pick-up."
"Aye Sir."

"Sovereign, this is the Admiral status?"
'We watched the ships run, what happened?"
"Lets just say they tried to kill us all."
"Hahaha.... Glad to hear Admiral, should I fire up?
"Indeed warm the main gun, all regular weaponry, the engines, gravitational well projectors, and tell the Tyrant to do the same."
"Aye Admiral. First officer out."

*Speeking to members still on station"
"Well gentlemen you will have to excuse me, I think its time to go kick some arse, and along with Death Spire and Xeno, we will go aid the defense of Star Zero. See you all in death, it is an honor to fight along side you all. Seaquest unitl then, see you soon mate." *Left room heading for his shuttle*

Conference Room

Gun Grave burst out laughing.

He said, "Nothing of value. Nothing of value! Bah, you obviously don't know anything."

Kinnison said, "Perhaps we should go with the contingency plan, General."

"Agreed," said Grave, "Inform the Anubis."

Kinnison nodded and sent the order to go ahead with the contingency plan telepathically through his Lens to the Anubis. Soon, a Tok'ra symbioted in a stasis unit was beamed into the room.

"Now," Grave said, "You can either give up the child or become this thing's next host, Admiral.

"As for your demands of having the commanding SeaQuestian officers here handed for your attempt at a kangaroo court," he adjusted his gunbelt, "you can go shove them where the sun don't shine, you chel'til."

Exterior

The Anubis began shifting form. The lower half of her disk like main body lowered on the hinged ends of her arms. The central core of the ship slid upward and the trangular flaps on its top folded outward to positions horizontal to the top of the central core. After a few moments, golden arcs of energy started racing across the core's surface.

Conference Room

Grave simply watched as the Setian-Sebecean Admiral commited suicide. Kinnison rolled his eyes and sighed. Grave shrugged and activated his Palm Link. He dissapeared in a swirl of lights as he was beamed back to the Anubis.

Kinnison groaned, "I hate it when he does that. He had the transponder that the transporters were locked on. Looks like I'll have to take the shuttle back with General Andrews when it comes time for us to leave."

I.S.S. Anubis - Main Bridge

Grave strode into the room and took his seat.

"Welcome back, General."

Grave just grunted.

"Orders, sir?"

"Scan the enemy fleet for any Star Zero life forms. These gonachs are obviously not the same species, so it shouldn't be that difficult to get a transporter lock."

"Agreed and understood, sir."

All of the sensors and scanners the Anubis is equipped with everything from all over the electromagnetic spectrum and even things beyond it. It was only a matter of time before the girl's signature would be found. General Gun Grave had put the entire resources of the giant ship into this operation.

the warmaster Grinned as he and his men marched to their shuttle, As did Nicholai and his men, leaving the Abh forces to deal with the remaining Sebacean Marines, they flewback to the fleet, where the Preparations For a Boarding Action were Already Beginning, it was only a matter of time until somebody Rescued the Girl, then the entire force of Death Spire Military would Launch their Boarding Action, and Destroy the Sebacean Ships one at a time, Piece by Peice, until all Sebaceans in this part of the Galaxy were wiped away like dirt.

The Warmaster Sent out a Trasmition to the SPartan Alliance's Fleet

"i look forward to kicking arse with Forces such as yours, it will be an honor and a privalidge, and if it is in death we meet, then so be it" was all it said,

The Warmaster Donned his Artificer Armour, and prepared for battle, whilst Nicholai sat and Talked Tactics with the Admiral, who, as the Naval Commander in Cheif of Death spire, and Veteran of numerous Campaigns, knew alot about the Chances of a Boarding action.

The room was quickly emptied of all representatives of the gathered forces. Crew members of Star Forces were all returning to their ships while engineers were moving towards the station to break it down and load it all back up into the supply ships.

The Abh fleet was already prepared for battle. It was only waiting for it's crew members to return.

All of the sensors and scanners the Anubis is equipped with everything from all over the electromagnetic spectrum and even things beyond it. It was only a matter of time before the girl's signature would be found. General Gun Grave had put the entire resources of the giant ship into this operation.

OOC: How are you scanning if his ships are/have jumped away?

"The enemy appears to be jumping away, sir," an officer greeted Capatain Frellian.

"Fine. We are needed in the inner core by the High Council anyway - set the course and prepare for jump," he replied as he made his way towards the bridge with a contingent of troopers behind him.

"Already done sir - we are ready for jump on your command."

Frellian smiled, "Well done... do it."

In no time at all the fleet had jumped out of Star Zero space and was on its way home, leaving behind only a simple message.

We have helped to the best of our ability, but we are required elsewhere. It would seem you have enough defense at present time, though in the future if you need more send us a message.
-Captain Frellian on behalf of Lord Mistress Dani


((OOC: Basically my exit as I am going away for a week+ and this RP doesn't seem to be going anywhere))

“Sir, it seems the invader fleet is attempting to leave. The ships are entering the aperture.”

“Status on the gate?”

“We are detecting energy fluctuations in the core, it looks like they are attempting to overload the wormhole.”

“I see, they thing if they can collapse the wormhole by causing the singularity to develop, they will create a gravitational FTLi. It’s rather crudely done, but it might work if they have enough energy or time.”

“That is correct, Sir.”

“Well, we best make sure there will be a way to follow them. Compare the readings we have been recording since the thing formed. I want the Terminus known.”

“Yes, sir. Tracking…”

“Also, if they get that thing to collapse, there will be one hell of a wash of energy released. Be prepared to put a dimensional bubble around the entire event. I want it completely contained so set the containment through the V-Axis. That will cover the Space-Time Continuum as well as Space Plus.”

“Yes Sir, targeting the Event now.”