NationStates Jolt Archive

Bioligin Date: 1.1.016

Chanslor Wilder looked over the crowds of people that had gathered for the official start of their new lives. It was just outside the space port on the main floor of Haven. It had taken so long to charter a ship big enough to transport Haven's egg out into orbit around the Gas Giant, which everyone now called 'Second Life.' A Huge Photocell board was hanging in the air just behind and above the podium, from which he'd give his speech. After 15 years of waiting, his people had finaly gathered in one safe location, from which to start their new lives.

Is everything ready Haven? Wilder asked the massive habitat, he was among the first to get the Telepathy gene.

Whenever you are Chanslor. Came the responce.

With a deep breath, Wilder started out onto the stage. The crowd burst into cheers, it took a couple minutes for the uproar to settle down, the people couldn't wait to start the ceramony.

"Hello and welcome, my friends," Not everyone had the Telepathy gene yet, so Wilde had to use plain old voice. "I welcome to this habitiat, this Haven, all those who wish to escape the techological and unclean ways of every other socity. I Welcome those seeking life anew, prosparity and freedom. And I welcome those seeking new lives, different surroundings and adventure. For with out all of you, this nation would never have come into being. Today, not only do I announce the begining of the Bioligins' as a nation, a people and a culture. I also announce the begining of the future ships. Not the smoke bellowing, slow, rusty ships of the past, no. But the new, living ships that will carry us from one star system to another. I give you, the Biohawk!"

The photocells flashed to life, and displayed a single egg being cast out into orbit. The meter wide egg slowly drifted out of sight as the habitat rotated. As the crowd started to cheer again another 49 eggs were being launched into the same orbit. They weren't planing to just biuld a couple ships, they wanted a fleet.

Bioligin date: 12.8.106

Welcome to Haven, Ollanie, can I help, or are you just passing through the system

Hello, we would like to dock, my captain's here to see his commander.

Of course, here's your vector, If I can be of more assistance please ask.

Thank you, good habitat.

The Single Biohawk accelerated into the ledges, following the vector to a T. Most biohawks were in the military servise now, there was typicly 40 to 50 biohawks gaurding a single habitat, and another 20-30 from that habitat flying around on various missions. Normaly to divert asteriods into a safe orbit, or scare of some random techno-ship that's come to close.

Biovoids have taken over the trading industry, since they have so much more cargo space. The only trading that really took place was between various habitats, since other nations still didn't know about them.

The Bioligins were somewhat of a myth to other, more technological, nations. A ship would jump into a system and have 4 or 5 strange ships come strait at them with weapons charged. The techno-ships would wisely jump out before the Biohawks got to them. So far they haven't attracted any attention from any investigation forces, who wouldn't jump off the moment a couple biohawks dash at them, but it was only a matter of time.

The Barkozian ship drifted precariously toward Haven. Erwin Karlburg was the only crewman on the ship. Barkozian ships were run by private operators, thus, extra crew unnecessarily increased liability concerns and had to be paid. In general, Barkozian ships are small and have few crewmen. Karlburg's objective was to wander aimlessly and attempt to get other civilizations to get some sort of deal going. The investors thought it would be better that contact come far away from New Barkozy, for others might percieve it to be 'primitive'.

The ship did not appear to be armed, but then again, it might not be easy to tell. It was significantly more crude-looking than other 'tech' ships they'd seen.

Karlburg slept in his small cabin as it drifted toward the biohawk. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, for Barkozian ships did not ping away with any active sensors, merely looking for other signals.

(OOC: I have another, bigger nation and forum account, but I'm going to use this one for my FT concerns. Just for others reading this thread.)

The Dominion light squadron that cruised through the vastness of space was not "lost", not in the normal sense of the word. They just had no idea where they were in their path across the stars, as sure as the captains on board the five-ship formation of their final destination to the Finasian Protectorate.
Captain Ronnie Brown commanded the lead ship of the formation, the Spartan-class battlecruiser Intrepid, leading the four other ships, a Pinnacle-class cruiser, a Nova-class frigate, and two Otari-class corvettes. The ships were loaded with fighters and shuttles, on their way to suppress the Finasian uprisings, but a pirate attack on a civilian convoy had diverted the military ships, and now they were horribly off course. Brown spent too much time now in the navigation areas, plotting with the navigation officers and how to correct their position back to Dominion space. The sensors operators had news this time, however, as the cruiser formation approached a large gas giant.

"Picking up emissions on active scanners, sir."
"Can you get a lock on what it is?"
"No sir, but it's not the planet."
"Ships? Out here?"
"That's what it seems to be."
"From where? There ain't nuthin' out in these reaches..."
"That's what we thought sir, but maybe there is something."
"Keep me posted. And advance, see if you can get a better fix. Have fighters at Alert-15 just in case."
"Aye, sir."

Admiral Gerspel lounged on his bridge, doing nothing. He savoured the moment. When in doubt, crewman asked the mids. When in a lot of doubt, mids asked lieutenants. Lieutenants were often checking their orders with the Captains. Captains obeyed Commodores, and Commodores obeyed Admirals. Thus, eventually, everything was Gerspel's problem. Doing nothing was such a luxury. He lay back in his custom chair and let the warp go by.
"Sir, we're ready to return to realspace on command. Orders?"
So much for nothing, then. But then, this system wasn't laid claim to, so he could potentially annex it. Two systems under his belt...High Command, here I come.
"Do it, and get me a full sensor report."
The first mobile fleet warped in, and immediately began a thorough active scan.

It wasn't long before the larger force of warships (Amazonian Beasts) was detected by Haven. Another ship (New Barkozy) was detected by a Biohawk's distortion feild as a lump of formed metal. A squadron of 14 biohawks was dispatched to scare the warships off and 3 sent to chase the single ship off. No communications were sent to the ships, they were hoping to play the 'scary aliens with lots of ships' and get rid of the technos in the system. No weapons would be fired, but they would be charged.

As the Biohawks neared their targets another group of siganls appeared, activly scanning the system. After a moment of thought, Haven dispatched another of the 4 squadrons at this cluster of targets.

Ollanie, be prepared, this new group seams comabt ready, launch bugs the moment they open fire and try to get back to me, I have the last 2 squadrons ready to cover join you if they attack, the Habitat told the lead biohawk approching the newest targets.

Got it, good habitat, it replied, I already have have bugs ready to go.

jonathan was somewhat an anachronism, as was his ship, at least, among his own people, but his home was but a memory, now, he and his ship wandered an alien galaxy, it was his own choice, one moment's decision that had catapulted him across the universe, with no chance for return within his own lifespan, or perhaps even that of his ship. at first, there were others, but they had left him, some had found planets, and civilisations to their liking, others were lost to the hazards of an unknown space. but there had been none for john, no planet to suit his nature, no society that had quieted his longing for more than the breifest time. but this might be something, rumors of great beasts that preyed upon starships that strayed from the nav lanes, the offical word was pirates, of course, but that seemed to be the default government explanation for anything that they couldn't, or chose not to pin on a specific location.

so, old freind, you feel up to a little adventure?
If you are, although they don't seem exactly freindly
it's the same thing as in all times: "beyond this place there be dragons"
Then, it may be good that there is a bit of dragon in me as well.

John was glad Nash was a menta, he would probably have gone mad had he had a normal cabbit. although there were times he was more distraction than help.
{ooc: cabbits are, among other things, organic spacecraft this particular one has been genetically altered for greater telepathic ability.}

"Ships detected, Amazonian and unidentified!"
"What?! Yellow alert, guns in but ready, hail the UFS."

"Unidentified vessels, please state purpose and identidy. If you fight us or flee this message..." at this point the voice became Gersels own, not a recording, "then it's your own problem what I do to you. Out."

Haven, like most sentiant habitats, does have the capasity for emotions, although the strange brain structure does dull them down quite a bit. When Haven sensed other telapathic activity in the system, it was surprised. All bioligin ships had a certain, mental aspect to them, which identified them as bioligin to a habitat. These minds had no such aspect, infact, they seamed to flinch as Haven looked for the aspect.

This is Haven, Habitat of Bioligin, to unknown minds, please Identify yourselves, Haven called out to these wandering minds.

On the other side of the system, Ollanie began the standered 'space terror' routin, transmitting various static and alround scary sounding stuff over all frequences, and powered all weapons. The spacial distortion feilds that the biohawks use had locked on to the ships, tripping any 'gravitational anomaly' alarm, and messing with any gravity generators on board, no damage, just strange readings.

{OOC: Nash is the only real telepath}
I am known as Nash, the being Johnathan and I have come to see what is here. now this is interesting, It's been a while since I've met another telepath. (it would become clear after a little, that Nash sometimes forgets to filter his thoughts, especially when something gets his interest.)

Defunian Star Prospector Ship Warped into the system. Commander Gwyn Gasped "Oh My God" when he saw the many ships in the System, but the large Prospecter Ship could not Divert from its course to one of the Planets within the System.

There were hundreds of Humans on this vessel, and none of them were trained soldiers, save the 20 Galactic marines on-board. One man approached the Commander

"Commander, our sensors indicate that the many ships in the system are Battle Ready, and many of them have their weapons primed".
"Call Sector Z-13 Governor, he might send some Eradictors".
"Yes sir, I will reach the Governor Now."

Gwyn Walked to the Comm center, and was greated by the Governor's Hologram.

"Gwyn, I have Evaluated your situation, and I have decided to send 3 Eradictor Destroyers. They are en route currently."

"Thank you Governor."

The ship started to turn on some of its systems but did not change course. The only noticable change was that a small hatch opened, revealing a camera. Karlburg got up, went to the main room, and flipped a switch, making a screen turn to the view of the camera. When the passive sensors read all of the distortion and static, the computer read out 'gravitational anomaly'. Also, there were good bearings on a couple of active sensors well in the other direction of the biohawks.

"Lots of 'em banging away with sensors.. Let's be derelict for a while."

He then walked to a panel and flipped a series of override switches. The camera quickly came back into the ship and all of the electronic systems came off, except for basic crew area life support. Karlburg shoved off and floated back toward his room, taking a small snub-nosed revolver from a cabinet. He then sat on his bed and held on to the frame, waiting for what was next.

(OOC: According the the Barkozian ship's passive systems, the comms sent were 'active sensors'.)

I am dispatching a biohawk to escort you in, please follow it's instructions, Haven responded to the new telapath, just as curious about this new telapath.

The Prospector Ship Continued to send out scans without ceasing. After A third round, One of the operatives noticed something strange.

"Officer, It appears there is a... Sentient."
"A Sentient? I know the Caf's food is bad... But not like that!"
"No Sir, it appears A living Ship is within our scan range."
"A Living Ship..."
"Yes Sir A living Ship"
"Oh No. This cannot be happening here."
"What, sir?"
"On the One Sole planet is must be one of those 'Habitat' things. That right there is a defender. But I thought their ships were normal tech."
"This is not a Normal-"
"Shut up Private, I'm going to the Commander."

So the Deck Officer headed to the Command Deck, staedily Walking, although at a lively pace, while nervously glancing around him. When he reached the Turbolift, He Professional stopped. As he walked towards the Commander, he stopped.

"Commander, There's some kind of living ship out there. I think that planet is-"
"I know, its A Habitat."
"How did you know that?"
"There is more than 1 comm-deck on this ship. Our objective is to get out of this system."
"Yes Sir"

The Deck Officer Strolled off, and when he was back at the Comm room, he sat down to reflect."

At the same time the 3 biohawks were aproching the idle ship (New Barkozy), they slowed down, seeing the ship remain dormate.

Haven, it appears this one is a derlict, the lead biohawk said.

Then tow it out, one of you report back to me, it appears we might have a very interesting day, Haven ordered.

Yes good habitat.

Two of the biohawks formed up around the techno-ship and locked their distortion feilds around the ship. They then started to accelerate in unison, dragging the techno-ship with them. Now gravity generators would go haw-wire with malfunctions, eventhough nothing was really wrong with them.

Haven had detected even more techno-ships appear in system, it sent a single biohawk to go to another habitat in the next system over and get a couple more squadrons of biohawks. The biohawk rose above the gasgiant the habitat orbited and disappeared in a burst of gravometric distortions.

It wasn't long before the larger force of warships (Amazonian Beasts) was detected by Haven. Another ship (New Barkozy) was detected by a Biohawk's distortion feild as a lump of formed metal. A squadron of 14 biohawks was dispatched to scare the warships off and 3 sent to chase the single ship off. No communications were sent to the ships, they were hoping to play the 'scary aliens with lots of ships' and get rid of the technos in the system. No weapons would be fired, but they would be charged.

As the Biohawks neared their targets another group of siganls appeared, activly scanning the system. After a moment of thought, Haven dispatched another of the 4 squadrons at this cluster of targets.

Ollanie, be prepared, this new group seams comabt ready, launch bugs the moment they open fire and try to get back to me, I have the last 2 squadrons ready to cover join you if they attack, the Habitat told the lead biohawk approching the newest targets.

Got it, good habitat, it replied, I already have have bugs ready to go.

Brown picked up the advancing biohawks as they approached on a sensor sweep. They didn't concern him, at least too much, as much as the appearance of other-aligned starcraft did, but they posted something interesting, at least.

"Commander, ready weapons banks at half-status. Be prepared but we don't want to look outwordly threatening. Also, send a comm to the bioships, hailing them."
"Right away sir."

A comm was quickly formed and dispatched to the advancing Biohawks.

"Unknown advancing craft, please state your identidication and purpose."

3 Eradictor Star Destroyers Warped into the System. As soon they left Hyperspace, they sent a message to all ships in the system.


"We are here to keep peace. Please Disarm your weapons before further action is required. We will leave once our prospector ship has fully departed into subspace. If any ship fires any weapons, the offender Will be destroyed. Thank you, Fleet Admiral Bar."

Commander watched as the 3 Destroyers Warped in.

"Beautiful isn't it. This is how things should go."

The same Deck officer walked in.

"Captain, There appears to be a problem with our Sublight Engines, we are stuck in orbit of the Habitat planet as well."
"Are we descending?"
"Yes Commander"
"Fix them as fast as possible. This might get interesting."

The Armed Galatic Republic Ship Millersville with her 5 ship escort, began to approach Haven space.

"Sir, we are very close to Haven."

"Thank you Petty Officer. Lieutenant, bring us up to defcon 3 but make sure everything is on standby! If we screw this up, President Server will have our heads."

"Yes sir."

Captain MacGuiness turned to his com officer. "Lt. Commander, you may send our welcoming hail."

"Yes sir."

Government of Haven. On behalf of President Server, I bid you welcome. It is our hope that you could meet us so that we can begin to know one another in the name of peace.

The Prospector Ship was beginning To Fall down onto the Haven planet. The crew is in chaos, and the Engine crew are working frantically, to no avail. The Giant Prospector Ship fell with A Tidal Crash onto one of the Planet's Oceans. This is their last Transmission.

To: Eradictor Class ship
From: Unidentified Prospector


Admiral... Engines *static* ailing. In Atmosphere, Ship is *static* ing up. Escape pods *static* alfunctioning. Requesting Rescue *static* arty for Rescue on Unidentified plan *static* Sector 47,53. (Attention is Diverted) Corporal what is Th *static*. Oh My.

... Message Complete

Eradictor Ship: Message Received. Requesting Permission to Land on Unidentified Planet.

To: Unidentified Bio Ship
From: Eradictor Class ship


Requesting Permission to land on System Planet. Negative Reply Will Result In The Destruction of your ship.

Karlburg felt a change in the ship's motion. He let go of the bed frame and floated into a wall.

"Damn it!"

He turned around and kicked off, floating back onto the bridge. He turned the systems back on and watched as the screen for the gravity generator lit up quickly. He still felt the gravity, though.

"Well, I didn't just hit something. Somebody's jamming me."

He turned the camera back on and looked at the two aliens 'dragging' his ship. Now they were doing an overt act. No one in New Barkozy lets themself be pushed around. Karlburg turned two levers and two small oxygen cannons popped up from a panel on top and a panel on the bottom of the ship.

(OOC: Oxygen cannons are weak projectile weapons that use a case filled with pressurized oxygen to fire a tungsten round at decent velocity. Its big advantage is that it needs little power, unlike say, a railgun.)

More contacts, Haven called to all insystem biohawks, I'm declaring a system overrun, all bioligin ships form a defencive orbit around me and be ready for battle.

Biohawks began to pour out of the docking areas on Haven, their numbers exeeding 60 ships, all heavily armed and ready for battle. Moments later another 20 biohawks appeared above the planet from the nearby habitat. With new confidance Haven thundered out on radio waves:

"All techno-ships in system, please power down weapons now, you are in a Bioligin system, any ships approching within 10,000 kilometers of my surface, or 20,000 kilometers with weapons charged will be detroyed with no warning. Feel free to make your way out of the system."

The biohawks had formed a defencive net around the habitat facing outwards, locking their distortion feilds on to any techno-ship near by.

The Dominion fleet held off, just outside of the designated range.

"Let's let somebody else make the first move," commented Brown, more to himself than to anybody else, "and we'll deal with these hostile natives in such fashion."

(OOC: sry, missed some posts there :D)

"No landing will be granted, your ship was, and still is, in violation of our nations soverenty, Troops are being dispatched and will take any survivors to a spaceport, if they reist, they will be shot." Haven thundered over the waves"

You have Denied access to our crew. Prepare to Be Engaged.

The 3 Destroyers Began to Line up, and the Line began to head towards the Biohawk Horde. Fighters Began to pour Out of the Destroyers. There were A few random shots from the Turbolasers towards the Cloud as they approached. Through that Ordeal, The 3 Ships were screaming Requests for Aid to All nearby Systems.

"This Is fleet commander Bly. Surrender now or be destroyed. All Docile Ships are recommended to leave the system."

The 3 Destroyers and their Fighters Charged Headfirst into the Bio mennace.

"No landing of any techno-ships is permited," Haven thundered.

Biohawks near the agressive technos, launch bugs the moment they begin accelerating towards ous Haven said.

"Bioligin, this is Captain MacGuiness. Our weapons systems are not powered up. However, in the spirit of co-operation, we'll take our weapons off of standby mood. It is our hope though that we can talk face to face. Our ambassador is looking forward to meeting you."

"Hmm, they're engaging," muttered Brown. To his crew, he spoke up, "Course of action, anybody?"
"Side with the victor." his weapons officer said, with a wry grin. "Easy to win that way, and we have no obligations."
"You may be right..."

As The line Continued To Charge, 4 Specter Star Destroyers and A Allegiance Flagship jumped in from a Nearby Sector. They Immediatly Formed Up and Charged towards the Bio's.

"Admiral Bly, This is Admirtal Karto. We are here for assistance.


The New fleet Sent out even more fighters, And everyone Stuck with the fleet.




edit: Here are Lengths of My ships: Eradictor: 360 meters
Specter: 1300 meters
Allegiance: 2600 meters

"Captain, ships are forming up to attack!"

"Crap. Open up all comm channels"

"Open sir."

"This is Captain MacGuiness of the AGRCS Millersville to all ships. Cease and dissist at once. We are here peacefully but we shall not only defend ourselves but we shall also defend the Bioligin. If you insist on attacking, we will have no choice but to call in the rest of our force to deal with you. If we do, I'll gaurentee that you will not survive it."

Haven, we have confermed signs of agression, they are approching the 20,000 kilometer mark, one of the biohawk's said uneaslily.

I'm launching Bugs in that direction, all biohawks over there, engadge.

Bugs began flying out of the lower hulls on the biohawks and the surface of Haven. Bugs are carriers for a number of smaller, more deadly weapons, called insects, all of which are single shot weapons. There are a number of different insects that start spinning out of each bug as they approch the target. Ion pulse insects do tremendous amounts of damge to sheilds, but very little to hulls. Gamma-ray laser insects cut through hull like a knife through butter, but barly scratch sheilds. And fusion insects explode in a 2-3 megaton explosion when they are close enough to the target. Each bug carries 5-6 of each type, but bares no weapons itself.

The biohawks maintained their positon around Haven, ready to fire their own Gamma-ray lasers and ion pulses when the attackers finly brake through the dozens of bugs and hundreds of insects.

And mine:
Haven: ~20,000 kilometers (it's a habitat, what do you expect)
Biohawks: 300 meters
Bugs: 2 meters
Insect: 40 cm

OOC: Bioligin, are you ignoring my hails?

OOC: Haven is more conserned about the attacking ships, it can only focus on so many things at once, wait for it to calm down and try again... Haven isn't omnipotent.

OOC: I have to go to bed soon... Btw, Biologin, you ned to RP some losses, you might have missed it, but I did shoot at the Biohawks. I thought the Biohawks were fighters...

Both lines ceased for A minute.

Admiral Karto Radioed first. We did not desire conflict. We merely wanted to recover our crew and dead, but the Bio's have denied our request and seem to be insensitivfe about our traditions and burial of dead"

Admiral Bly Popped in then.

"If you can convince them to return our dead and survivors to us, we will leave the system"

Admiral Bly's line turned around and went to group up with Admiral Karto's fleet. The fighters Docked at their respective bays, and the Comm Crew waited for a responce.

Karlburg didn't fire. If he had, his conscience would have never let him sleep. If this were a Barkozian, it wouldn't be much of a decision, but because others are less able to be autonomous, he could not outright kill somebody or something that didn't really know.

Erwin turned on the ship comms device. It sent and recieved in a very distinct frequency, but any ship with advanced sensors could notice the voice message. He did not predict any response, though.

"This is Erwin Karlburg, I operate the utility ship 'A'. I know that you are alien to my custom, but I cannot allow myself to be insulted like this. I cannot with a clean conscience kill you for this ignorance, though. I'd like to give you the opportunity to stop jamming me immediately, and to go and see what is happening near this planet. There are a lot of big ships banging away with active sensors like they're fighting.

I'll be leaving either way, but I think you know what to do. I hope I didn't aggrivate you too much, but now I'm looking for some acknowledgement. If you understand me, tap the side of the ship once. If you agree with me, tap twice. Good luck."

(OOC: I'll be hopping out until this RP settles down.)

OOC: I have to go to bed soon... Btw, Biologin, you ned to RP some losses, you might have missed it, but I did shoot at the Biohawks. I thought the Biohawks were fighters...

Both lines ceased for A minute.

Admiral Karto Radioed first. We did not desire conflict. We merely wanted to recover our crew and dead, but the Bio's have denied our request and seem to be insensitivfe about our traditions and burial of dead"

Admiral Bly Popped in then.

"If you can convince them to return our dead and survivors to us, we will leave the system"

Admiral Bly's line turned around and went to group up with Admiral Karto's fleet. The fighters Docked at their respective bays, and the Comm Crew waited for a responce.

"Your not going to get what you want if you fire on them again. Fire on them again, and you'll have more than Bioligin breathing down your necks. I'll have my ship fire at you too and I'll tell you now that you can't fight both of us.. Especially if we call in our reinfocements.

They have recalled their fighters, recall the bugs and have them set up a defencive screen between me and them, Haven said as they stopped their agressions. No insects had been launched yet, if they had... well, insects are single minded.

I took a couple hits, habitat, nothing serious, a biohawk said, trying to edge war on.

I know, unless they shoot again, don't engadge

"To all techno ships, if you wish to talk with an ambassator about treaties, send a single shuttle with 3 people at most to these co-ordinates, them, and the shuttle, must be unarmed. They will then be towed into the docking platforms."

(sry, New Barkozy, here's are responce to you:)

Captain Halocu was sitting in the lounge of his biohawk, both him and his biohawk, Hollman, were wishing thy were with the action. Moments later there was a huge CLANG and the ship jolted slightly, causing the captains head to hit the polyp frame of his chair.

"Damnit, what the hell was that?" he shouted at no-one in peticular.

Something hit me, it came from the ship we're towing Hollman said.

Any damage? He asked, conserned.

I have a bruise, no more.

Can you do some damage to that ship, with out hitting anything critical?

A Gamma-ray through... there should do it, cause some atmospher to vent, some fire, but no real danger

do it

They have recalled their fighters, recall the bugs and have them set up a defencive screen between me and them, Haven said as they stopped their agressions. No insects had been launched yet, if they had... well, insects are single minded.

"To all techno ships, if you wish to talk with an ambassator about treaties, send a single shuttle with 3 people at most to these co-ordinates, them, and the shuttle, must be unarmed. They will then be towed into the docking platforms."

"This is the AGRCS Millersville! We shall be sending our Ambassador and Captain MacGuiness over. The shuttle shall be unarmed and there will be no weapons on the shuttle either."

When the messege was sent, the two people headed for the shuttle bay and launched into space to await the towing.

(OOC: I also have that 'bed' thing coming up, so if I randomly stop posting, that's why)

OOC: Much Much Better. You are very good at RP'ing Biologin


The Small Shuttle Zoomed out of the Allegiance class ship. On Board there was Admiral Bly and Kart, as well as their Pilot. As it flew towards the set coordinates, Bly reflected on what he had done. He realized he had risked thousands of lives on the corpses of miners. Why? Tradition. Was it worth it? Of course. Bly had no question in his mind about the Morality of his actions.

(OOC: if only I could type faster :P )

A couple of biohawks left formation and took up a position above one of the shuttles each, and came down so that the curve of the hull almost compleatly enveloped the shuttles. A couple gamma-ray laser growths were clearly visable from the front screen of the ship pointing right at the shuttles. The distortion feilds' of the biohawks locked the shuttles into place and the biohawks drug the shuttles underneath them into the docking hold on Haven's surface.

Waiting for them were 4 troop servators, and an ambassator, a peice. Troops were, well, as bad looking as they were deadly. Their hardened scales gave them a reptile look, they had a biological chain gun in each wrist, and a gamma-ray laser growth sticking out of their chest. The arms could piviot any way, and they had eyes on all sides of their heads. When they spoke, it was gruff and emotionless. At all times one chain gun was up and ready.

(OOC: I'm calling it a night, c ya tommarow)

OOC: Ok, same here.

{ooc: now, It is time I slept}
it seems they are frendlier than their reputation suggests
At least to your kind, we shall have to see how they react to beings like me.

Understood, I look forward to meeting in "person".

OOC: I am awake now


Bly and Kart looked at these Scaly Soldiers and Ambassadors. They appeared to be waiting for something. The two Admirals waited for them to say something. Sadly, it didn't happen. Bly and Kart went back to the Docking bay to sit on a bench and drink a beer they had smuggled in.

Meanwhile, Sub-Admiral Chilln had taken command of the fleet. They were in formation, doing practive battle drills as they waited. It was now an 2 Eradictor Vs. One Specter. The Specter launched Holofighters, and The Eree's launched theirs. Great Dogfights were happening, and When the Eree's were against the Broadside of the Specter, The Both Launched all Missiles, Jamming Software, and Everything else at once. The Small Eradictors Shook violelently as they fired. But, the Specter's shields Gave in. It began to Holographically Explode, and Holo Escape pods were launched.


Although the Specter was damaged, it wasnt done yet. It fired all of its lord missles at one of them, and one Small Eradictor Exploded in one big Bang.
The Other Eradictor, seeing their situation, Stopped firing, attempting to Recharge. The Specter's Batteries on that Eree's sides were already Charged, and Fired another Wave of Lord Missles at the other one. It exploded as well. The Specter was pretty Badly damaged (Holographically), but in seconds it appeared just as if it was new. The Eradictors Did the same thing, and the Group of 3 ships headed back to the main group.

Captain MacGuiness and Ambassador Thompson waited patiently for the tractor to meet the leader of this new people.

The biohawks watching the test exercise started to get a little twitchy, their bugs also started to pull back a little and get ready to spin out insects.

Once the ambassator was sure that no other shuttles were coming, he walked over to the waiting techno people, the troops followed in formation. He had to remind himself that they had no telepathy gene, Bioligins used their mouths to talk on occation, but they preferd telepathy.

"Hello, I'm ambassator Udat, I'll be talking with you about treaties and such. If you'll follow me, I'll take you to a more appropriate area in which to conduct our talks. If you have any questions, please, feel free to ask."

Udat didn't wait for a responce, he just turned and walked off.
with telepathy it dosn't matter which way you're facing, you can still hear them. Over half a life of not talking, and he had forgotten this.

He walked down a number of strange purple-green hallways, lit by 2 strips of phosphoresnt cells along either side of the ceiling. They soon emerged into the main area of the habitat, the massive cylinder had various different terrains all the way around the sides, so it was possible to see the far side, and it looked really small. Udat was headed for the only small biulding in sight, it was made of the same stuff in the hall.

The fleet was edging towards the habitat, guns out, hailing as they went.

"Bio-ship fleet, this is Boozian First Mobile fleet. Identify yourselves. You have 20 minutes to comply. If you fail to comply, you will be boarded. Any hostile action will be responded to in kind."

Kart Talked first.

"So, Ambassador, We would like to negotiate the Return of our Crew and dead. We will pay A high price for their return, and More reinforcements are on the way as we speak anyway, As I said earlier, we don't want conflict, but we value our traditions over the lives of our crew."

Bly was obviously much less talkative, and simply nodded in agreement. Kart Continued.

"We are not afraid to engage again, we want our crew back by whatever means nescessary."

They waited for an response.


As they spoke another Defunian Fleet Jumped out of Hyperspace. 40 Eradictor Destroyers, 20 Specters, 10 Allegiance, and 1 Great Executor Class Super Destroyer, which was almost as large as the Habitat at 17600 meters.

This was the fleet of No Admiral, this was the Governor's Fleet. The Ships that were already there turned around to meet their new allies.

On board the Great Executor, A Midshipman walked up to the Governor.

"Governor, Our Sensors detect that A new fleet has entered the system, it was not here earlier.
"Hail Them, Make sure they are not hostile."


To: Unidentified Fleet
From: Defunian Fleet

State your purpose here. There is an Military action going on, please leave the system or be destroyed.

"All techno-ships, except shuttles carrying ambassators, must remain outside 10,000 kilometers, or 20,000 with weapons out. Violating this will be considered an act of agression and will be met with the full force at my disposle," Haven thundered at the last ships who spoke (Nova Boozia), getting annoyed with the lack of intellegence these technos had.

The ambassator thought about a responce as he motioned the Admiral and his friend to sit in one of the chairs in the room.

"You do relize that they crashed into the shell of our home habitat, the wreckage tore up a good deal of polyp and injured Haven. If there are any survivors we'd be happy to lead them to you, but the dead... mmm, what dies on Haven, stays... on Haven," Udat said carefuly, then quickly moved to explain before they started yelling or something.

"All dead organic matter is absorbed into Haven's shell, and quickly. This is to prevent fungus and such to start growing on the shell and to fuel Haven's organs and such... Also sometimes the brain is intact enough so Haven can download their concosness into Haven's congress... the minds of our dead who help us out with advise and such. Let me ask if we got any of them."

Haven, did you download any of the minds from those who crashed?

I got one, want me to put him on? the habitat responded, sounding a little distracted.

So the Admiral can hear him, yes.

(OOC: Go ahead and RP the talk with the dead guy out as you like, I don't know your nation so... have fun)

Amassador Thompson bowed curteously to his host!

It is an honor for you to meet with us Mr. Abassador. It is our hope that we can form an agreement that will benefit both of our peoples. he sent telepathiclly because he is a Jedi.

Captain MacGuiness also bowed. "On behalf of my people here, I greet you in the name of peace. I am Catain Steven MacGuiness and the Ambassador here is John Thompson. We have been assigned to make contact with you and to see if we can establish either an alliance or a trade agreement. Maybe both."

Another message was sent, in Gerspels voice:

"Look, is it really that hard to get?" He began to speak very slowly and loudly.
"YOU-TELL-US-WHO-YOU-ARE." He went back to normal. "And if you don't, I blow you into lots of very small bits and grab this lovely system. And if you do, but I don't like it, I still kill you. Are we clear?"

Another message was sent, in Gerspels voice:

"Look, is it really that hard to get?" He began to speak very slowly and loudly.
"YOU-TELL-US-WHO-YOU-ARE." He went back to normal. "And if you don't, I blow you into lots of very small bits and grab this lovely system. And if you do, but I don't like it, I still kill you. Are we clear?"

Commander Jaruski laughed at the messege that they picked up. he nodded to the comm officer and he had a live mic.

"Nova Boozia ship, this is the AGRCS Millersville. You so much as fire at them for whatever reason and we'll blow your ship to hell. This is your only warning."

God these technos are dumb, haven groned mentaly.

"I, am the Haven habitat. I am that big yellow green thing you see orbiting the gas giant. I have fusion bombs. I have friends who also have fusion bombs. And I'm in a bad mood. If you wish to talk to an ambassator, please send an unarmed shuttle to these co-ordinates with at most 3 people on board, and no weapons," Haven growled over the radio.

30 of the 120 biohawks who are in the defencive formation around Haven got ready for combat, preparing to send up a screen of bugs and protect Haven from any fire.

The ambassator who greeted Corneliu looked strangly at the Jedi.

"You speak, but no words come out. I can feel you trying to talk mentaly, but no words reach me... most strange," He then looked at the captain, "Right now Haven does not deam Techno-people, that's you, to be... trust worthy enough for an alliance. And considering what your friends are doing right now, I can't blame it. Although Trading goods might be in order."

God these technos are dumb, haven groned mentaly.

"I, am the Haven habitat. I am that big yellow green thing you see orbiting the gas giant. I have fusion bombs. I have friends who also have fusion bombs. And I'm in a bad mood. If you wish to talk to an ambassator, please send an unarmed shuttle to these co-ordinates with at most 3 people on board, and no weapons," Haven growled over the radio.

30 of the 120 biohawks who are in the defencive formation around Haven got ready for combat, preparing to send up a screen of bugs and protect Haven from any fire.

The ambassator who greeted Corneliu looked strangly at the Jedi.

"You speak, but no words come out. I can feel you trying to talk mentaly, but no words reach me... most strange," He then looked at the captain, "Right now Haven does not deam Techno-people, that's you, to be... trust worthy enough for an alliance. And considering what your friends are doing right now, I can't blame it. Although Trading goods might be in order."

"Ambassador Thompson here is what our people refer to as a Jedi Master. They can talk telepathicly to others. They are also keepers of the peace and are bound to secrecy when necessary. As to our friends out there, they are not our friends. We hardly know any of them and this is the first time we have had contact with them. We do not know nothing about them. Our people though are prepared to assist you in defense of your territorial boundaries if they insist on provoking a fight."

"We are glad that you are opened to trading with us. We offer a wide selection of goods to offer. If we can pull this off, I am sure that President Server will agree to the terms of the treaty we come up with here." Thompson replied in the spoken word instead of telepathicly.

OOC: Biologin, would you want to join an RP called Earth NA? Its really good fun. Its not Space Based though. Maineiacs wouldn't Mind if you joined. (Maineiacs is the Leader of Earth NA) You're Way better at RP'ing than me sooo... PM Maineiacs or Me if you're interested.



Karto stared.

"No thank you ambassador. If their bodies have been... Decomposed, I think that that follows our tradition. Thank you again."

After Karto Said that, Bly Began Walking out the Door. They both went to the Shuttle. When they were back on-board the Executor, Bly was twitchy.

"Governor. Let us Destroy this Boozie Fool. He has attempted to Interfere with our meetings."
"Destroy?"
"Yes. Destroy."
"Very well then, Permission Granted."


The ships began to form up. The Executor was at the Head. The Line Gave A broadside to the Miniscule Boozian Fleet. All Ships gave on great Broadside. If you could hear in space, the Thunder would be deafening. The ships rattled like Empty Cans. After that Broadside, The Ships formed up once again. They charged into the Boozian Fleet. As they went, they launched Fighters. In Seconds they were in the Middle of the Tiny Fleet, All ships Firing, And All Taking Damage. While in the Charge, 3 Eradictors and A Specter were lost.

OOC: Biologin, would you want to join an RP called Earth NA? Its really good fun. Its not Space Based though. Maineiacs wouldn't Mind if you joined. (Maineiacs is the Leader of Earth NA) You're Way better at RP'ing than me sooo... PM Maineiacs or Me if you're interested.



Karto stared.

"No thank you ambassador. If their bodies have been... Decomposed, I think that that follows our tradition. Thank you again."

After Karto Said that, Bly Began Walking out the Door. They both went to the Shuttle. When they were back on-board the Executor, Bly was twitchy.

"Governor. Let us Destroy this Boozie Fool. He has attempted to Interfere with our meetings."
"Destroy?"
"Yes. Destroy."
"Very well then, Permission Granted."


The ships began to form up. The Executor was at the Head. The Line Gave A broadside to the Miniscule Boozian Fleet. All Ships gave on great Broadside. If you could hear in space, the Thunder would be deafening. The ships rattled like Empty Cans. After that Broadside, The Ships formed up once again. They charged into the Boozian Fleet. As they went, they launched Fighters. In Seconds they were in the Middle of the Tiny Fleet, All ships Firing, And All Taking Damage. While in the Charge, 3 Eradictors and A Specter were lost.

"Commander! The Defuniak have opened fire on the Boozian Fleet."

"I see we have to follow through on our threat after all." The commander stated. "Bring us to GQ and launch fighters. Target the nearest Defuniak ship and kill it."

Moments later, klaxons sounded all over the task force. Weapons were quickly fired up and the nearest Defuniak Warship came under heavy fire.

"Open a channel." When he received confirmation that the channel was opened, he continued, "This is the Commander of the Corneliu Naval Force. We have just fired on the Defuniak ship for firing on another ship. We will continue doing this until all ships cease firing. Don't make us call in our taskforce. You will not like it."

In A few Seconds A Specter Destroyer Went Up in a big explosion. Seeing the New Threat, The Executor Destroyer And 5 Allegiance Ships went to meet the New threat. The Massive Executor ship was Pouring Out Turbolaser Fire On nearly Every Ship Possible in Sight. The Allegiance Class Ships were impressive, But The Executor, nearly as large as the nearby Habitat, was Near Unstoppable. It Charged Into The New Mennace, Destroying Ship After Ship. The Allegiance ships Merely Flanked and Followed, doing what they could in thy Shadow of this Monstrous Creation. The Conflict with the Boozians Continued.

After seeing the New threat, 15 Eradictors and 10 Specters Joined The Charge into the Corneliuan (Sorry about that sad Spelling) Fleet.

In A few Seconds A Specter Destroyer Went Up in a big explosion. Seeing the New Threat, The Executor Destroyer And 5 Allegiance Ships went to meet the New threat. The Massive Executor ship was Pouring Out Turbolaser Fire On nearly Every Ship Possible in Sight. The Allegiance Class Ships were impressive, But The Executor, nearly as large as the nearby Habitat, was Near Unstoppable. It Charged Into The New Mennace, Destroying Ship After Ship. The Allegiance ships Merely Flanked and Followed, doing what they could in thy Shadow of this Monstrous Creation. The Conflict with the Boozians Continued.

After seeing the New threat, 15 Eradictors and 10 Specters Joined The Charge into the Corneliuan (Sorry about that sad Spelling) Fleet.

"Well looks like they want to play with the big boys. Communications, send the signal and tell the other 19 ships to jump into this system and begin to deploy against them."

"Yes sir."

"Tactical, begin to lob missiles at the enemy and have the fighters engage. Its about time they know who they are dealing with."

"Right away sir."

The orders were given and seconds later, a massive energy surge rippled throughout the area as the the rest of the task force joined up with their colleagues. Fighters spewed from the carriers and high energy weapons begin to belch from the weapon turrets into the Defuniak Navy.

"This is Commodore Carson of the Corneliuan Navy to Dufuniak Ships. Cease and disist now or you will be destroyed. This is your last warning."

The flagship of the new arrivals is enormous as it is a Super class Star Destroyer that has had some of its weapons replaced with High energy Weapons, Quantum weapons, Anti-matter torpedoes, and pulse weapons. The shots from the other ships that came to join the fun were absorbed by the Organic outer hull while they still continue to pour fire into the enemy vessels.

Ignore Cannon

Sorry, can't let you have reinforcements with no losses :(

Ignore Cannon

Sorry, can't let you have reinforcements with no losses :(

OOC: I guess someone forgot to tell you that my ships are organic and that they do absorb a certain amount of energy. Now what type of Technology do you use? I use a combination Babylon 5 and Star Wars Technology with my space fleet.

But to settle this without the use of the ignore cannon:

IC: While the re-enforcements were forming up, a light cruiser and a destroyer exploded into a ball of flame.

Thanks, But I have to go to bed... So Can't make another Post.

Thanks, But I have to go to bed... So Can't make another Post.

Your Welcome.

The Boozian fleet clumsily swung about.

"Yowsa. Touchie little bastards. Get me some back up, and send this message."

"Unidentified fleet, you have fired without provocation. Explain yourselves. And in other news, I'm going to kill you all. Ta-ta."

The Boozian fleet ran out it's guns and let of it's own "thunderous" broadside, as a frigate, followed by another, and a cruiser, de-warped.

"Damage report."

"Tangled Web here, fires on most decks, multiple bulkhead breaches, considerable crew loss."

"Axe to Grind, magazines blown, port is basicly slagged, shields flickering."

"Wolf among Lambs, multiple reactor breaches, shutting own all systems."

"Three frigates aren't responding, one is burning up, one a hulk and one torn apart. Additionally, one of the tugs was hit in the drives. It left a big warp rift, so I sent the other one to salvage it. Probably the crew are dead."

Commodore Carson seized on that moment:

"Defuniak, you are now caught between two navies. I'm obliged and honorbound to ask you to cease-fire at once or your navy here will be crushed. I wouldn't bother calling in for more guns. I can have half the fleet that Im attached too here in a couple of hours and I know you can't defeat my ships within that time frame. Cease-Fire at once."

OOC: Defuniak, when did I say my fleet was miniscule? It consists of a battleship, two battlecruisers, five cruisers, eight light cruisers, thirteen destroyers, nineteen frigates, four corvettes, and a variety of support vessels. You also claimed to destroy "ship after ship" without consent, and claimed losses before I even confirmed I had fired. Ouch.

IC: "Yowsa. Touchie little bastards. Get me some back up, and send this message."

"Unidentified fleet, you have fired without provocation. Explain yourselves. And in other news, I'm going to kill you all. Ta-ta."

The Boozian fleet ran out it's guns and let of it's own "thunderous" broadside, as a frigate, followed by another, and a cruiser, de-warped.


OOC: I'm sorry, but I didn't State anything Exact. If A ship was flying in, and going to Ship after Ship, it doesn't mean it was destroyed. If I said "The Boozians lost 1399 Ships lol1111" That waould be unfair. But having A ship going into A fleet Going to ship after ship is legal. I didnt do any godding...

IC: After the Boozian Frigates Blew off their Weapons, 4 Eradictors and 5 Specter's were Destroyed. Onboard the Executor, A Saboteur was at work.

The Comm Officer Fiddled with the Fleet Command Relay, but He accidently twanged the "Jump to Hyperspace" Wire. Once He Touched this Button, The Entire fleet jumped... Or attempted to In 40 Unidentified ships case... Into Hyperspace. The Executor went Flying through the Middle of the Fleet. At Hyperspace Speeds, losses are predicted. The Fleet That Exited into Hyperspace had Bilogical Brains Spattered against their Hull and Every Crewman dead.

ooc: I am doing this as this will be A "Ghost Fleet" Of Tech Ships Controlled By Defuniak Loyal Biological Ship Minds. It will be pretty Interesting.

OOC: I'm sorry, but I didn't State anything Exact. If A ship was flying in, and going to Ship after Ship, it doesn't mean it was destroyed. If I said "The Boozians lost 1399 Ships lol1111" That waould be unfair. But having A ship going into A fleet Going to ship after ship is legal. I didnt do any godding...

IC: After the Boozian Frigates Blew off their Weapons, 4 Eradictors and 5 Specter's were Destroyed. Onboard the Executor, A Saboteur was at work.

The Comm Officer Fiddled with the Fleet Command Relay, but He accidently twanged the "Jump to Hyperspace" Wire. Once He Touched this Button, The Entire fleet jumped... Or attempted to In 40 Unidentified ships case... Into Hyperspace. The Executor went Flying through the Middle of the Fleet. At Hyperspace Speeds, losses are predicted. The Fleet That Exited into Hyperspace had Bilogical Brains Spattered against their Hull and Every Crewman dead.

ooc: I am doing this as this will be A "Ghost Fleet" Of Tech Ships Controlled By Defuniak Loyal Biological Ship Minds. It will be pretty Interesting.

OOC: One question, Why is your jump to hyper button with the communications officer? That is something for either helm or engineering and NOT for the comm officer. And what about me firing on your ships and you never did respond to any hails.

(OOC: Those Earth ones are complex, and I have school and stuff... Plus, Bioligins are Space based, they try to stay off of planets and such, the only thing they send to the ground are units of Troops. And If I missed any posts, just poke me or something)

The Biohawks closest to the battle watched the battle in ernest, just waiting for someone to fire a shot in their direction.

Good habitat, they're shooting in our system... on of the biohawks said, eager for action.

Fire a volly of Bugs, take out any ship that wanders into the restricted zone, but NO MORE! Got it?

Yes good habitat, it groaned.

The biohawks each put 4 bugs into the air, which hovered near the edge of the restricted zone, ready to spin insects off at anyone violating the space.

OOC: Sorry myself, I'll add my losses now.

{ooc: I'll wait till the situation settles down to continue, assume that the escort they are waiting for would be busy gaurding Habitat.}

(OOC: Ya, basicly. You can get all flustered if you want, but with an exchange of lead going on, noone's going anywhere for now.)

OOC: I have double checked...it still says my fleet is miniscule, and that you destroyed ship after ship. Ignore torpedoes are locked into the magazine.
IC:"Unientified fleet, you are screwing with First Mobile. For those of you who don't know Boozian, that means "Die, scumbag, die."
The fleet formed up again, and let off a fresh broadside as it deployed a multitude of assault boats, which moved around a behind the enemy fleet, before deactivating, leaving then hard to spot and harder to shoot. The main fleet began a huge charge, a salvo of torpedoes preceding it. A small piece of the system map in the command room blacked out as a wave of shells ordinance mashed through a destroyers sensors and left scars along the surface, draining air into the void.

OOC: Bioligin, just as an extended tag, are you a Reality Dysfunction fan?

(OOC: someone else has read it!!! I love that book, the edenists rock. I'm still in the last book 'cause I had to read 'Judas Unchained.' But yes, I love that book.)

"Sir, abnormal readings along the spectometre-thingywhatsit".

The captain looked up. "Just call it an energy reader, Johnson".

Johnson smiled idiotically, and walked off. The captain was still unaware of why exactly Johnson had actually been allowed to join the navy, he personally suspected the man had been a janitor, who accidentally lost his memories, and thought he was navy personell.

He sighed, and gave the command, along his neural implant, to make the jump. Maybe, just maybe, he'd find something useful, instead of another damn new race being discovered, and then being bullied by larger ones. He'd got so bored of that, recently, he'd actually bought a giant, glowing, inflatable... well, it was phallic in nature, and was about as big as his five hundred metre frigate.

He made the jump. He swore. "DAMN GODDAMN SHITTING RACES OF.. GODDAMNIT!". He promptly slammed his fist into the computer console, and then winced in pain, as the bones shattered.

He opened up a comm to every race nearby. "Dear races of the universe. I hate you all so very, very much. I really, really hate you. I'm not joking. I want to dine on your collective spleens, or whatever you have."

And, with that, he activated the... giant pink glowing object, that was inflatable, and phallic in nature. It was approximately five hundred metres long, and not nearly so high, or broad. He laughed sardonically, and turned around, and flew off. He'd been exploring space for sixty years, now, and, now, it seemed, that every man and his dog tried to take over a newly emerging race. He sighed. He turned around, and transmitted the official New Realm message.

You have violated Realm Statute 99076; New Species Restrictions. If you continue to violate this statute..

...At this point, the captain's voice took over. "I will burn down your home, roast and eat your parents, and shave your cat."
He smiled beautifically. It was strange, how the universe turned out.

Meanwhile, the AI was quite worried. It had allowed the captain his minor discrepancies, however, at this point, he was quite insane. The kind of insane that only the terminally sane have, if you get my meaning.

It deliberated on what to do, and then, after checking the current value for reality vidclips, decided to film the entire thing, and sell it for a healthy price on the market. It sat back, and.. Well, if a computer could sit back and relax, this is what this one would be doing now...

One of the younger mids stifled a snigger.
"Somebodies compensating..."
"Shut up, Henkels, or your in irons!"
Gerspel sighed. Bloody reckless youth.

"New fleet, they stop, we stop, they shoot, we shoot. My mens lives are at stake here. Also, do you have thime travel? Cos momentum and the laws of plasma death warheads state that that torpedo wave is going to hit the enemy, any second now."

Another target entering system, it seams to be very hostile... 6 biohawks, break away from the defence net and intersept it, and remove it from my system, Haven said to the biohawks, mentaly choosing which ones to go remove this annoyance.

"I know not of these Realm Statutes you speak of," Haven said over the radio to the new ship, it's voice started calm, but soon rose to a thundering yell, "But this is MY system, and you WILL leave it or I shall remove you!"

The biohawks locked their distortion fields togeather and acclerated themselves along with the other biohawks in the formation, reaching a seamingly deadly 15 gees.

They targeted the offending ship the moment it entered their distortion fields and started decellerating. Any act of hostility and they were ready to launch bugs.

how amusing, john thought as he watched the unfolding events. why anyone would carry..One of those.. on a deep space mission was beyond him,but then again, was it really that much different from the mile-long foam hand that had adorned the frontier station when he had left?

true, they claimed it was meteoroid sheilding for a sensor array, but it still looked like a massive finger gesturing out into the void.
but at least their transmission indicated they had at least some concept of live-at-let-live, which was more than could be said for most people hereabouts.

OOC: Oops, I forgot what happened to Defuniak. Consider my last few posts void.

OOC: Yeah, I got your Telegram. Fleet went Hyperspace During Battle, Lost A lot of Ships... I think it should be a neat twist in another roleplay...
If you didn't read all of my posts, My fleet went into hyperspace, all the crew died, Bio Goo was sprayed all over the ships, and now, there is a techno fleet controlled by Bio mids.