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“They are pure evil, born from the hate of mankind, they feed on our fears and exploit our weaknesses, no one, not even the purity of innocence will be saved… We shall all hear the Bark of their voice and the searing pain of their bite… in these darkest of days… None shall be spared… Abandon all hope… they are coming…” - Anonymous



The Gedi Prime Facility, Kraven Held Whyatica

Darkness, that was all that could be seen, the lights of the city of Whyatica slowly blinked out one by one as the city night cycle slowly went through the various phases, a siren began to howl throughout the city indicating that it the night time curfew was in place…

The building here was a former government palace, it was beautiful inside with many

Helghan stood in his office, several other officers from the Secret Police stood behind him, everyone of their hands were clasped behind their backs…

“Gentlemen… It’s become too much…” Helghan began, his voice was slow and mechanical, the systems designed to keep him alive were now aiding his speech…

“Other nations fear our military, fear what we can do to their nations and fear what we can do to them…” Helghan continued, his mechanical eyes looking out across the cityscape

“The madness is growing gentlemen, last night, The High Command… that thing… ordered the execution of 163 city blocks across Norska… something needs to be done…”

“what do you propose, Reichmarshal?” one Officer spoke..

“We need to strike the snake at the head, destroy the head and you effectively destroy the twisted state that we have become…”

“I thought you were loyal Helghan?” One officer questioned Helghans motives, to which… Helghan turned around, the focus on his mechanical eyes whirred as they closed in on the Officer…

“I am loyal to Kraven… Not that thing…”

“There’s nothing we can do Helghan… Father controls the Command centres for the Capitol Police, all we have are Kreigsmarines, they are no match for the Capitol Police, or even the Phase 4’s…” the third officer spoke up, then looked down to his feet…

“Oh…. But there is…” Helghan finished… before turning back to the window…

“Tonight… Kraven Burns..”


Command Centre Alpha three

A Kreigsmarine with a rifle and a large high powered scope was lying down quietly on a building, he was a Secret Police Kreigsmarine and on the other end of his scope was a Kreigsmarine, his military grey uniform was remarkably clear through the scope…

The sniper squeezed the trigger gently, until a loud crack emanated from the barrel of the weapon, signalling to the other marines in the area that the battle was on…. On the other end of the Scope the Kraven Military Kreigsmarines dropped to the ground, leaving his security post open, and free for the other members of the Secret Police squad to gain access to the emergency service duct that ran along this section of the Bunker network…


A pair of heavy duty bolt cutters were brought up carefully to the chain that was wrapped around the large door frame and the door itself, the Secret Police marine grunted slightly as he forced pressure onto the chain, until with a distinct noise the chain broke, and the door was free and open…

Inside the service duct was like any other service duct inside a Kraven City, the walls were dark, and usually either Military Grey or gun metal grey, depending on the area, Secret Police service tunnels, which were actually pathways to Prison cells were usually black, or in some cases bright, surgical white to give the false impression of hope, these however were a military Grey, which meant, Kraven Military…

The Squad progressed down the long corridor, passed conduits, gas pipes and other municipal services that ran this section of the bunker complex, until eventually they came to large heavy blast door, it was black, with a yellow and red warning strip along the outer edges… a quick swipe with a key card gave them entry, after all they were Secret Police and could go anywhere they liked… as such, their key cards were guaranteed to work…

The door slid open with a hiss as the hydraulic pistons positioned the door to allow the Soldiers access to the main Command Centre..


The Corridor was brightly lit, and was the usual drab Military Grey, the walls hung banners of the Twin Hammers and people walked too and fro carrying papers and other bits of information, the centre was a hive of activity, as was most Kraven Command centres, for Kraven forces often spent 90% of the time engaged in some form of conflict…

The Secret Police Kreigsmarines, stepped out of the service duct and out onto the Corridor, a few people noticed but generally nobody questioned The Secret Police, and as such… they were inside…

A quick walk down one of the central corridors brought them to the main Command Console, where all Command Relay orders were dispatched, the door ahead was guarded by two Kreigsmarines who instantly snapped to attention as the squad approached, it was general courtesy to do so for Secret Police members.


Inside it was another hive of Activity, female officers, some of the few in Kraven Military, who were seen by the powers that be to be more useful as officers rather than a birthing vector.

The Screens displayed tactical data, the bank of monitors stretched across an immense space, each one showing a different view of what various Capitol Police were seeing at the time, while a computer generated voice was reeling out Capitol Police designations, while occasionally the voice of various Capitol Police troopers would break the computers stride, requesting new orders or reporting in, people were shouting stuff across the room, while a large computer was processing new Commands for various squads and units across various battle grounds…

The squad set to work, their weapons were cocked and loaded and held high, several bursts were fired into the air, and the chatter of people ceased, the only sounds were the computer and various machines…

“Alright.. Someone shut that computer up…” The Sergeant spoke, his assault rifle held to his hip…

The computer was silenced, and now only the chatter of machines filled the room…

“Things are changing around here… Order all Capitol Police units in Norska to stand down… then relay Commands across the entire network… All Capitol Police forces are under the Direct Command of The Secret Police only….”

“Under who’s orders?” A Commander spoke, looking rather displeased by this sudden intrusion

“Helghan’s….”

“I’ll have to verify this with The High Command…” The Commander spoke, turning to a phone line…

“You’ll do no such thing Commander..”

“I don’t believe you have the ability to make that choice Sergeant…”

“I’m Secret Police, and you answer to me from now on Commander…”

“I…” the Commanders voice was silenced as a high powered assault rifle strafed across his chest, cutting him apart, while at the same time his corpse fell to the ground…


“Send the Orders…” The Sergeant spoke, pointing his rifle at one of the computers…

OOC: Sorry for the Crap Post, but I'm getting this in between writing an essay and working out, so bear with me....
IC: The time has come....
For Hestor to once again redefine the face of the world
And for Illian to once again reign victorious

Ah shit... Why is it these dreams always hit me on the one night where I actually think I'll be getting sleep? Franklin Chost thought to himself as he sat up and went to evacuate his bladder and try to remember what the dream was. As he stood there pissing, it came back to him, like a stroke of Lightning.

A nation in flames... bodies strewn across the land... monstrous machines rumbling and murdering... mass executions... revolution

Frank fell down... He didn't know what to make of the dream, but he knew that his cousin needed to know about it right away...

But that would have to wait till the morning because Frank had knocked himself out, and along with the blackness came several names, some he knew, and some he didn't...

Kraven
Whyatica
Zukaaria
Helghan
and lastly...
The father must die

The Black Citadel, Norska - Northern Arterus

The Black Citadel rose up into the air like a vast black and evil claw, it was comprised of three towers, the centre one being two miles high, the other two rising to only one and a half miles, during certain times of the day, the towers grasped the sun between its black claws, something Father had specifically included into the designs…

An Agent in a black suit walked across the great hall of the Citadel, its walls were black obsidian, carved visions of madness upon them, great demons dragging men and women into the fiery pits of hell, great gargoyles leered down upon those below, although those below were either Agents of Kraven, Sardaukar Palace Guards, who stood all along the sides of the great hall… the Agents black shoes made distinct sounds against the marble floors, while the long banners of Kraven surveyed the hall without care or cause…

The Agent walked towards the end of the Corridor and kneeled before a huge monitor…

“I request an Audience, Master of Kraven..”

“What is it…” The electronical face of father rose up into the screen…

“Capitol Police forces across the globe have stood down, reports indicate that they are now under the Command of the Secret Police, Directly…”

“Who gave the orders?” Father asked, while looking at the agent…

“Helghan…”

“What?!” Fathers face became visibly animated… “This is Heresy, he has gone against my word, he has gone against Kraven… This is a Rebellion, I will not stand for this… Deploy the Death squads, I want all Secret Police officers arrested or shot on sight…. I don’t care which… We will Not tolerate this insolence…”

“As you wish” The Agent stood up and bowed before returning to the Citadels Command Centre…

"The Death Squads came after us first, in Oberststadt Furher Saladin's headquarters in Whyatica. Two hundred of them stood at the gates, demanding that we hand Sal over to them for execution. We sent their demands over to him, and he told us to fight the Sardaukar, hold the facility while he could escape. We asked him why he should run and we die. He said, and I remember this very clearly, 'For the future of Kraven, Father must fall,' and we all understood. As Saladin's VTOL transport took off, the battle began.. - An excerpt from "A History of the Kraven Corporation"

Headquarters of Oberststadt Furher Saladin
OSF Saladin had a massive complex in central Whyatica, fitting for his status as the head of Whyatica. It was three and a half kilometers to a side, making it one of the only bastions of civilisation in the deserts of central Whyatica. There was a permanent Kriegsmarine garrison of the complex, as well as a Capitol Police garrison occasionally.

Saladin himself did not use the main gates to enter the complex; He used his sleek VTOL transport craft, berthed in a special hangar in the building for an added measure of security. This day, Saladin had been at a meeting with Reichsmarshal Helghan and his top aides, and his transport was preparing to land as the hangar opened.

He entered his office surrounded by aides, as usual on a day, who were in a frenzy of reporting to him.

"Production of gearboxes is down for the day,"

"One of our spies says that the farmers wish to strike,"

"Western Front reports are coming in in five minutes, Furher,"

the aides all yelled, attempting to get the Furher's attention.

He put up one hand, signalling silence, and entered his office alone and sealed the door.

He thought about the events in the meeting with Reichsmarshal Helghan carefully. Father probably knows already about the meeting, he decided, and will be coming after Helghan soon. Problem..Father's gone insane, I heard he ordered the destruction of 160 city blocks in Norska, I think he has to be stopped..But can we stop him? He has the Sardaukar, all we have are the Kriegsmarines and the Navy..We can get him if we seize all the command relays, that we can do..

He sent a message back to Helghan under the encrypted line, stating simply, "I'm in."

Outside The Complex
Fifty of the Chimaera class troop transports blazed through the Whyatican sands at their top speed, each carrying four of the Father's Terror soldiers, the Sardaukar Phase Four. They stopped in front of Saladin's complex, where the fifteen foot metal-and-stone wall loomed in front of them, guard towers looking leerily down at the cyborgs as they exited the carriers. The drum-beat of mechanical marching began as the Sardaukar moved into formations and stood at the huge gates that prevented unauthorised access into the complex. As one, the cyborgs said in the booming robotic voice,

"You will surrender Oberststadt Furher Saladin to us immediately, for treason against Father. He will be executed, and if you fail to comply, we will destroy the complex. Resistence is futile."

The order sent a chill down the spines of the Kriegsmarine guards manning the guard towers. One looked at the other, nodded, and opened a communication line to Saladin's office.

"Sal, the Sardaukar are here..They want you to surrender."

Saladin looked up from his computer screen, and realised that he had less time than he thought. On his computer, he pulled up the command screen for the local Command Relay, and sent orders to regard Sardaukar as enemies upon command. He pressed the comm button and said, "All hands, Fire on the Sardaukar!"

"We'll die, Sal, you know that."

"Yes, but we'll be dying to save Kraven, Father must be overthrown. I'm going to get to my transport and escape.."

"Why should we die when you escape?"

"For the good of the State.."

"Yes, sir.."

Saladin pressed the "Send Command" button on his screen, and immediately all Capitol Police in the complex loaded their guns and went into combat mode, waiting for the Sardaukar to enter the complex.

The first shot rang out as a Kriegsmarine unloaded the .50 calibre machine gun into the Sardaukar formation..

"Schnapsemarschall, I shall be brief: the shit has hit the fan."

"Perhaps a teensy bit more detail, Herr Kiel?"

The scene was a typical one. A young officer (an Oberst, in this case) wearing the prestigous braid of the Schnapsestab, was holding a thick dispatch case, standing at ease in the windy office of Schnapsemarschall Hallget.

"The infamous Kraven officer, Reichsmarschall Helghan, has initiated a secret police coup against Father and the deathsquads. His Kriegsmarines have taken control of many CP control centers, but Father has plenty battalions of his own, many of them Sardauker. As to the slave states, Whyatica's OSF Saladin is apparently with Helghan, what with the deathsquad turning up at his door, but with Father in his current state of sanity, who knows"

"Congratulation, Oberst, your sentence upon entering the room was the biggest understatement in the Heer since Leutnant Jalfainer intoned "yay me!" after singlehandedly salvaging the future of our nation."

"Thank you, sir."

"In any case, launch the First fleet to Arabia with orders to respond rapidly to fishy seeming stuff. No pun intended."

"Which First fleet?"

"All of them!"


A few days later, the ships of First Battlefleet, First Invasion fleet, and First Logistics fleet were preparing to set sail. The supercarrier Eisensturm, was at the centre, flanked by "the twins", the pair of battleships that formed the heavy metal of the fleet. Then there was a missile cruiser squadron and the big helicopter carrier/LPD attack ships surrounded by lighter Sturmboots. Around these precious units were three screens of gun cruisers, torpedo destroyers and CIWS frigates, the essential triad of defence. Trialing the fleets core, but within the picket and CAP was a whole horde of "camp follower" logistics ships. What they lacked in tonnage, they made up for in bith quantity and quality: "the twins", with their loving construction and refitting, could easily match a drednought through skill and co-ordination, and that wasn't including artillery, air support, or escorts.

“We were assaulted during the night, there was no indication, the only thing to give them away was the red lazer designators that ignited as they entered the compound, I picked up my assault rifle and smashed the windows out and started taking shots at them, I can’t remember how many clips I poured into one of them before it finally fell to the ground, only to my dismay, I saw it start crawling towards the building, My Commander told us that it was hopeless and we withdrew to another section of the building, I’ll never forget what I saw, I’d heard about them when I’d joined the Military, but I didn’t think it was true… it chills me now to even think about it…” An Excerpt from a Kreigsmarines diary, found upon what is believed to be the Corpse of the author…

The Kraven Held Whyatica, Government building

It was dark, the heat of the Whyatican day had now made way for the Cold of the Whyatican night, temperatures dropped, and all around the compound soldiers stood around burning barrels, or wearing heavy cotton trench coats…

The Compound was one of the smaller military garrisons in the area, ran by The Secret Police, they generally controlled most of the operations in this area, and so the garrison was ran by one of the Secret Police Commanders…

Commander Korreg stood looking out of the window nervously…

“What’s happening” Asked one of the younger officers, and a few Kreigsmarines in the room…

“I don’t know, I’m not sure if anything will happen way out here, its too quiet though, We’ve received no new orders, its making me nervous…”

“What shall we do?”

“Nothing, we’ll just wait, if something happens, it will happen…” The Commander sighed…

Outside, in the Compound

The darkness of the desert was close, the soldiers could feel it, there had been rumours of something stirring in the High Command, but most dismissed it as the problems of the higher ups… how wrong they were, the gates to the compound were smashed open by several Sardaukar units, the noise was almost quiet, too quiet for a Terror Trooper attack, but unbeknown to the soldiers inside the compound, the gates had been opened by several Agents, but regardless, the Lazer Target Designators ignited and pin pointed several of the soldiers, one looking down at his feet spotted the three lazer dots that were now painted against the grey of his great coat..

His eyes grew wide….

“Shit!… Sardaukar” Instantly the night was illuminated by the flash of assault cannons, the Sardaukar lay down a horrific amount of fire within a few seconds, they tore up every soldier stood outside in the first few seconds of combat, quickly people inside took notice…

The Commander put out a window and returned fire with his .50cal pistol, it wasn’t much but against these behemoths, anything would have helped..

The other soldiers in the room joined in also, smashing windows and opening fire, taking shots at the Sardaukar with high powered sniper rifles, or assault rifles, anything they had at hand, they kept firing, reloading and fired again, until one soldier was blown back by several large calibre rounds that he took to his torso…

“This is no good, fall back… we’ll fight them in the Corridors…”


More and more bullets ripped through the building, cutting down two more soldiers, until following that, The Commander took a 12.76mm round to the back, his remaining soldiers were torn down a few seconds later… the room was torn apart by more and more gun fire…

That night, None of Garrison 68 Survived…

The Next morning, the only thing that remained were the corpses of Kreigsmarines, several burning buildings and wrecked vehicles…

Toophium City

Imbetween the rainclouds and the dense smog which hovered over the city an observer could make out the great Chieftain Towers, thunder lit the sides up and then plunged the buildings into perputual darkness, a single light provided a small golden window into the building.

It was Chief Nikolai Rassec who stood watching the storm from the lit room, it was not an uncommon sight for their to be a storm this size over Toophium for it happened almost every day, Nikolai span as the phone on his desk began to ring, a clap of thunder roared out as he picked the device up from the oak desk.

"Nikolai!" The distorted voice of the other end came through, it was the War Chief Alexeyvic Yusef, "Nikolai, did you get my report on the Kraven Civil war?" Alex asked and Nikolai began to shift about papers before coming across a folder labelled "Kraven Situation".

"Yes Alexeyvic, I have read it." Nikolai stated, he remembered somthing about a Father and a guy named Helghan, "Here is what I want you to do...." Alex paused he needed to think fast and brilliantly, "I want you to mobolise 20,000 Goblins and have them ready for my orders..." This would give Nikolai enough time to sort out a plan and read up on Kraven...

Melo 5, 0020:
Today, we gout our orders: Haul ass. Our whole army, along with three SF brigade detachments are being sent somewhere with 5 fucking fleets... That's over... 2500 ships, with another five being held in reserve, just in case things go to hell. Whoever pissed the Chairman off is in for one helluva surprise



Frank sat up Shit... he thought as he looked in the mirror. A massive bump was on his forehead, and he had a massive headache. He Remembered his dream perfectly, and he now knew what had to happen. Illian had once again bestowed a task upon him: to destroy the Kraven Father and all those who followed, and to assist Helghan, the rebel leader, according to his dream. He Popped a few Ibuprofens to help ease his headache, pulled on a suit, and called his driver, telling him to meet him downstairs.
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Overlord Franklin Chost was a carrer soldier, but, a special one. He had been part of an experimental program, which had tried to create super soldiers, and had some success, but was abandoned. There were now 15 out of the original 300 survivors of the project, each with some type of special ability. Chost had gained "the god's will" as it was called, as he had visions of war whenever something needed to be done.

One of his Fellow brethren was Chairman Henry Kars, with the "everlasting Rule" curse upon him. As the name suggests, Kars is an Immortal, due to a huge genetic mix up. The other 5 men and 7 women ended up in the Armed forces, as generals, or NCOs. One, had gone to the Illiorian underground, the Infamous Illiorian Mafia and now headed it up.
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Chost headed down the Streets of Illian, and at 3 in the morning, it was active. With the Illiorian business schedules being much different from the rest of the world, so was their timezone.

Working his way through the traffic on the 30 lane super highway, Chost's driver got him to Kar's residence in under fifteen minutes. Upon arriving, Chost went straight to the briefing room, where 3 other Overlords and Kars were waiting for him.

"So... Why the hell did you get us all up?" The only regular human said, and that was Erika Kars, the prestigous daughter of the Chairman, and political powerhouse of Illior.

"I'm gussing another vision," Her father replied. "Where to now Frank?" Kars asked, as they all turned on Notebooks that each had brought with them.

"Kraven, either in Whyatica or Zukariaa, is what I got out of the dream. It is our duty to help the Revolutionary Helghan and detroy the Father."
"FUCK!"
"Oh shit..."
"What in the name of Hestor?"
"What's so bad?" Asked Frank as he sat back.
"Look it up in the database, and check under Kraven." Erika replied.

Frank did as he was told, and found a short history about Kraven. He took it all in in several minutes as the others refreshed themselves with the information.
"To Whyatica, I think." Said Air Overlord Kenny McPherson. "Seeing as that was the last known Location of Helghan..."
"Agreed," Said Frank, looking at the other three, and only one had been silent, Naval Overlord Helen Kielsing.
She finally spoke, "it is going to be a costly battle, with the stories told of the Sardakaur legions that the Kraven Father posseses, so we must be ready to commit thousands to the cause. I fear that it will take at least 5 fleets to even make a dent. I suggest 2 Flag fleets..."

"Two Flag fleets?" Said Kenny once again, "You really think we're gonna need 2500 ships?"

"Most likley more, for the strategy that I'm thinking of..."

********TO HELGHAN, KRAVEN GENERAL:
CONTACT ILLIOR AT ONCE***********

************[MESSAGE ENCRYPTION: LEVEL GAMMA(4)] TO: TASK FORCE 15, YOU ARE TO PROCEED FROM VIETNAMEXICAN WATERS TO WHYATICAN WATERS IMMEDIATELY, MAKING ALL HASTE. MEF 22, REINFORCED ARMY4, AND SF BATTALIONS WILL COMBINE 100 MILES OUT. [END MESSAGE, ENCRYPTION ENDED]

Coast of Norska, Annihilator class Super Dreadnaught

The Annihilator positioned itself off shore, the Commanders had headed the word from Helghan and so had positioned the ship along the docks of Norska, their aim was to cripple the 1.1km behemoth that sat moored in the docks, it was a Subjugator Class super dreadnaught the biggest vessel in the Kraven navy, and one that was for sure under the Command of Fathers death squads, sure enough it was, earlier that night one hundred and fifty Sardaukar phase fours, stormed the docks and butchered anyone who was a loyalist, it was quite obvious that Fathers Death squads were making quick moves, one Garrison had gone missing in Whyatica and two more in Norska, people were starting to ask questions and things were picking up pace, already a full state of Martial Law had been enacted by The High Command, but instead of the usual Capitol Police guarding the streets, entire formations of Sardaukar patrolled the streets and walk ways, with people often being killed on sight…

Things in Kraven were taking a turn for the worst, as the Annihilator opened fire, shells screaming across the docks, overshooting the behemoth and landing in the city, buildings were collapsed and smoke began to rise into the air….

“Sir reports say the shells hit the city…”

“and?”

“Well… we shouldn’t be hitting civilian targets…”

“It never stopped you before Captain…”

“I know, But I don’t have to now…”

“True… Adjust fire, watch for civilian Casualties..”

The Annihilator adjusted its fire and shells began to strike the docks itself, but while the crews, inexperienced considering the usual Capitol Police crewmen were now manning the main ships of the Kraven Loyalist fleet, The Subjugator began to take to the waters, its massive pebble bed reactors powering the vessel through the water, a giant golden eagle on the prow of the vessel leered at the waters as the ship powered itself onwards, its four forward facing main guns opened, fire in a staggered fire pattern, the first one would let loose a salvo while the second mounting would and so on and so forth, until several 28” shells went screaming across the waters, landing almost on top of the Annihilator…

Instantly one of the gun mounting exploded, followed by a strike to the broadside weaponry, the weak point in the hull exploded, tearing part of the vessel apart, the Annihilator was the first Super Dreadnaught created by the Kraven Navy, but compared to the Subjugator it was a dwarf, nothing more than a pocket battleship, the subjugator now out of the safety of the docks began to turn, allowing it to bring the rest of the weaponry to bear, 18” cannons and 155mm weaponry opened fire, slamming into the already damage portions of the Annihilator, the two duelled , sending shell after shell screaming into each other, the Annihilators smaller 25” shells although powerful were barely scratching the Subjugator, one gun mounting a small 155mm turret was blown off its mounting while the the Subjugator now brought all six of its Naval gun mountings to bear… and this was the death bell for the Annihilator, the Subjugator staggered its firing pattern once again, until the Naval guns seemingly rippled across the hull of the Subjugator, sending multiple shells straight into the weak and crippled Annihilator….

The Annihilators Reactors went critical, causing a large explosion and a large radiation fallout, The Subjugator broke from combat, making its way away from the Combat zone as quickly as possible, its powerful engines carving up the sea, as the Annihilator slowly slipped beneath the waves, the once powerful and proud flag ship of the Kraven navy, the Annihilator was turned to scrap in around thirty minutes of combat… The Subjugator was on its way to meet up with the rest of the Death squad fleet…

The Capitol Spire (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v207/JC_Denton/NationStates/Cities/d347b739.jpg), Viconia City
Federated Union of Democratic Colonies
Special Session of the Federal Legislative Assembly

The massive Assembly Chamber echoed with the sounds of angry politicans as they voiced thier support or disapproval of the man who stood at the podium before them. He had just called for military action against Kraven, had just called for the largest military action the Democratic Colonies had ever seen. The cameras of the press swept over the Senators and Members of Congress as they postured for the photographers and reporters of the press.

"This unjustifiable in every regard!" shouted one Congressman, his voice booming above all others. The flashes of photographers' lights reflected off of his grey streaked hair as he shouted.

"Order!" demanded a woman at the front of the assembly, the Speaker of the Legislature.

"The Legislature does not recognize Congressman Stokes! There will be order in the Assembly!" she demanded again.

"I will not be silenced by the bringers of war!" shouted the man, Congressman Stokes. "Neither I nor my Peace Party will stand for this gross aggression on the part of the Democratic Colonies, and we shall not support any military action, covert or overt, against Kraven!"

As Congressman Stokes shook a fist in the air, the members of the Peace Party stood up from thier seats, voicing thier support for thier outspoken member.

"The Legislature does not recognize the Peace Party!" shouted the Speaker again. A snarl on her face, she pointed her ceremonial mace at Congressman Stokes to empathize her point.

"There will be order in the Assembly, or the Peace Party shall be ejected from this session!" she shouted over the continuing cries of the Peace Party.

"Eject them! Eject the cowards of our house!" roared a Senator, a member of the Progressive Conservative Party. His supporters shouted thier support even as the Peace Party shrieked in outrage.

"It is you who is the coward, war monger!" retorted Stokes, prompting cheers from his party as they ignored the Speaker of the Legislature.

The chamber was nothing more than a hall of shouts and barbed insults after this as the many politicans of the Democratic Colonies squabbled amoung themselves.

The Speaker of the Legislature looked apologetically at the man behind her, the nation's Secretary of Foreign Affairs, Neil Jaeger.

"It's alright," said Jaeger, rising from his seat. His voice was barely audible above the noise of the chamber. "They'll vote as they'll vote, once the time comes. They've all made up thier minds already."


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War Proposed in the Capitol

Foreign Secretary Neil Jaeger announced earlier today in the Capitol Spire the intention of the current administration to initiate military action against Kraven, a nation known the world over for its poor human rights record and a number of high profile military campaigns.

"Now is the perfect time to liberate the people of Kraven," said Jaeger in his speech to the Legislative Assembly. "The corrupt entity that is the Government of Kraven is weak and divided against itself. As I speak, the oppressors of the common people of Kraven spill thier own blood, while those who need us most cry out for freedom."

Members of the President Lewis' Liberal Party supported the call for military action, and were echoed by the Progressive Conservative and National Front parties. The Peace Party and the Social Conservative Alliance however, were vocal in thier opposition to the proposed military action.

"If the people of Kraven want freedom, they need to achieve it through peaceful means," said Congressman William Stokes (Peace Party) to reporters outside of the Capitol Spire. "Violence will only lead to more violence, bloodshed to more bloodshed. The only way for humanity to advance is through the pursuit of peace."

The Legislative Assembly is expected to vote on the matter within a matter of days. While the Green and Socialist parties do not currently have a united position, but one is expected well before the vote is set to take place.

"It was unthinkable... Completely implausible... How could such a seemingly stable organization collapse in on itself? The Kraven was a mighty war machine... But when we saw the photos of the Annihilator and the Subjugator duking it out, we knew that the weight of all those campaigns and assaults had collapsed down on the Kraven war machine. We knew that Kraven had finally fallen into chaos... We could't believe it! But we knew it. We knew it was an end of an era. And we knew it was the beginning of one of two eras. An era with an isolationist Kraven... Or an even darker time...
-Imperial Director of Intelligence Richard Dawson
The Kraven Civil War; INN Special Production, Filmed in 2008


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Imperial Department of Intelligence
Outskirts of Cravna.


The rain came down against the window, the soft pattering audible in the dark office. The sole source of light in the room was that of a computer monitor, shining in the face of the Director of Intelligence. He sat groggily, drifting off to sleep as he read over the day's reports.

All was silent except for the soft patter of the rain... All was dark except for the soft glow of the monitor. At that moment, Director Dawson's head perked up. The door had creaked, and in walked one of his aides.

"Sir...? I think you should see this....."


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"This can't be... It just can't fuckin' be possible!"
"It is, sir."

The evidence was there before him, clear as a bell. Two Kraven superdreadnoughts duking it out... ending in one sinking. An Annihilator. The Annihilator.

"This... This... It can't be possible!"
"I know how you feel, sir, but-"
"But nothing! What have our satellite operators been smoking, huh!? I..I...I...I mean... It's impossible. Kraven will go to war with itself when the Majesties win another series, you hear me? These pictures... They're spewing shit all over the place! They can't be real!"


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"Those photos... Those were the killers. I was in denial when I first saw them. I still remember the night I first found out about it. It was raining outside... A light drizzle. I was staying late at the office so I could finish typing up the reports from the Ruvitio incident. Then Robbie walked in and... And all hell broke loose. Hmph. I can still remember the photos like it was yesterday... Clear as my hand in front of my face. There was no mistaking what was happening.

"But my stubborn old ass still wouldn't believe it."

Battleship Im Eisen Geschreiben, the Mediterainien

"Ober! Wake up! We're in sight of land!"
Ober-Maat Breuning rubbed his eyes. Young Gefreiter Fladwische was hanging over him concernedly.
"You're on bow watch."
The petty officer grinned. While in battle, any kind of watch involved sitting in a dark cubicle, staring at banks of screens, ordinary watches were done up on deck with binoculars. It was a good station.

Through corridors, up ladders, and out of the familiar hatchway. This was his home, he needed her re-assuring roll and pitch to get to sleep at night. There was a good wind. It was a good day. He strolled to the bow picking up scraps of conversation from officers and work parties.

"...With glowing red eyes, and he said it said "Negative. Citizens are not Kraven ideals."
"...Cyprus, apparently, so we should be prepared to encounter..."
"...So the headmaster says "and now you've drawn a penis on the blackboard!"

This last phrase was followed by jovial laughter. Breuning knew it. He knew every sailors joke in Boozia.

Fighting the soldiers of Kraven had quickly become a way of life for the citizens of Ruvitio, as the military had left them to fend for themselves. Although it was mere months since the dreaded Centurians set foot on Ruvitian soil. The streets had become laden with home made devices to slow down the enemy; the hand grenade in the tin trick being the favourite. Cobbles in the street had been removed irregularly and piled to impede vehicles, but more still had been replaced with explosives underneath them.

But the defences of the mere civillians were being torn down by the Kraven war machine faster than they could make them, and the only surviving militia of respectable strength were holed up in the maze-like sewers or the heavily industrial slums.

Twenty or so people were crowded into a small room, most of them men but some with wives and children. They were huddled around a small fire and unpacking the last of the Ruvitian RME rations, with a TV flickering in the corner.

There was silence as one by one they watched, and they gawped. The Supreme State was at war with itself! This was brilliant news, the Kraven forces would have no choice but to retreat and secure their own country.

But the cheering was silenced as the rumble of a Kraven VTOL was heard passing overhead, and they were once again reminded of Kraven's current position in the cities of Ruvitio.

The Horde was quite special.

It had never encountered Kraven, never fought with him, never even argued with the nation. 99% of the population was unaware what a Kraven was. Still, a quick search of Wikipedia attracted many citizen eyes, as the atrocities and horros of the Kraven regime were clearly put on the internet. They ate babies, they drank blood, and raped virgins for fun. Truly a diobolical force indeed.

So, with the government being a Tyranny by Majority, a slow process of war preperation began. The militias now practiced against Kraven-esque figures, and Kraven had become a curseword. So you can imagine the shock and suprise when it was discovered that civil war had broke out.

Now the Horde had faced 2 civil wars, one had led to dictatorship the other, freedom from it. A large nation, the Horde slowly began to turn it's eye upon the troubled country. Almost every satellite of the Horde was now focused on the country, as general mobolization followed.

The Horde simply waited for the word to strike.

Excerpts from the diary of Technician 11422

7th of June, 2051

“It was strange, Resources in the sector were being used up a lot faster than usual, cloning procedures were stepped up also, I sense something dangerous brewing, there is already talk of missing garrisons and empty facilities…”

8th of June, 2051

“I noticed that one of the resource silos had been emptied this morning, which is strange, we normally go through one a week, not one in one night… The automated factory had been stopped as well, it normally works through the night producing weaponry and augmentations…”

9th of June, 2051

“I found out what was going on this morning, I stepped into one of the Production facilities and I couldn’t believe my eyes, the facility was producing arms and weaponry for Sardaukar, this shook me up because the facility normally produces cogs for Leman Russ gear boxes, I questioned the alteration to usual procedures but I was simply told by The Agency that it was non of my business and should forget about anything I saw….”

10th of June, 2051

“I think I know what is happening, I haven’t seen Capitol Police anywhere for a few days now, only Sardaukar, they are everywhere, I decided to do a bit more snooping around and snuck into one of the underground holding chambers, usually used to store either weaponry or completed Leman Russ’s, I couldn’t believe it, the chamber is 1.1km’s long and 1.1km’s wide, it stretches out under the Whyatican desert and is only a small part of this Facility, but the holding Chamber was full of thousands upon thousands of Sardaukar, I’ve never seen so many before, I quickly made my exit, before The Agency men spotted me, they un-nerve me… but their everywhere now…”

Just days after the Civil War started, the Secret Police had gained control of several command centers in Zukariaa. At the same time, the Death Squads had also gained control of several. Now, Zukariaa was split in half. Corrol was supporting Father, and was rallying thousands of Kreigsmarines to also support Father.

Corrol City Cammand Center -- Secret Police Controlled

"Sir? There are Sardaukar coming towards the compound." a Corporal said as he monitered the situation around the Comand Center. This was the first attempt by Father or Corrol to retake the Corrol City Command Center, the main Command Center in Zukariaa.

"Have the Capitol Police to the front, keep the Sardaukar out." came the reply.

"Sir, we don't have enough.."

"We fight for Kraven. If we die, we die for what is right for it." the Commander replied.

Outside, Capitol Police moved into position, manning emplaced machine guns and readying for a fight. The Sardaukar were approaching, the sound of their feet hitting the ground could be heard loudly and clearly.

"This Command Center is under the control of Father. All Capitol Police and Kreigsmarines are to throw their weapons down immediatly." Their voices blended to become one thunderous voice.

Suddenly, the Capitol Police opened fire. The Sardaukar's red targeters were on them quickly, and a barrage of machine fire from their assault cannons began to rip the Capitol Police apart. More Capitol Police came out, accompanied by Kreigsmarines. As the Kreigsmarines came out, they were ripped apart, splattering the walls with scarlet. Several Sardaukar had fallen, but they continued their assault, now pushing into the Command Center. In the control room, the Commander shouted orders,"Have them pull back! Get more out there!"
Inside, the main corridor was being ripped apart. The walls were covered in bullet holes.. the Capitol Police and Kreigsmarines were still being driven back. They continued to be driven back until the Sardaukar had reached the Command Console. Inside, the last of the fighting Capitol Police and Kreigsmarines were killed. The people inside were taken outside. They had found the Commander dead, he had shot himself in the head..
With the capture of the Command Center in Corrol City, the largest city in Zukariaa was captured by Father. With that, Zukariaa would become a largely Father dominant place..

********TO HELGHAN, KRAVEN GENERAL:
CONTACT ILLIOR AT ONCE***********



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SECURE CHANNEL: ENCRYPTION: ALPHA SIX SIX SIX

State your Allegiance and state your Reason for Contacting Me

SECURE CHANNEL CLOSED: ENCRYPTION: ZERO ZERO ONE

Channel Opened to Special Detatchement Cerebrus


FLASH PRIORITY

Decrypting.... 167f6a8s8e2has77d29hb1g83-73456134613v13ff7f423f7789714b1f7147f14889f41...

Decryption complete.




A general rebellion of Kraven armed forces has begun in Whyatica. Your orders are to support forces loyal to Father as neccesary to eliminate the traitors and restore order to the region. You are authorized to utilize any means at your disposal to conduct this operation.

Command out.

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
-The Hollow Men, T.S. Eliot

SNS Plato, 1st Expeditionary Fleet, Northern Arterus
“Uh- Admiral Shaw. You might want to see this.”

Thaddeus Shaw turned an annoyed gaze to the ensign who stood in the conference room that was appropriated once a week for his poker games with the graduating class of the Academy.... at least those that were still alive. These were the only times that he had reserved for his private, personal time while on overseas duty and he fully expected to be able to utilize every moment of them. It would be an understatement to say that Shaw was annoyed.

“Excuse me gentlemen,” he said magnanimously to the assembled men as he rose out of his seat. “I guess I will be sitting this hand out after all.” As he rose, he gestured to the corridor outside and quickly strode out after the younger sailor. “Now what exactly was it that was important enough to warrant an interruption?” asked the Admiral in a scathing voice.

The ensign simply handed him the data pad. Shaw gaped at the image present on it. “The....the Annihilator? What the hell is this ensign?”

“The latest SIG-INT reports just came in and I was told to get them to you immediately. Admiral Grant is waiting orders regarding any action.”

“I want everyone with command-grade D4 or above assembled immediately. Get that order out to the bridge crew. And then go find someone to prepare this conference room for a briefing, routine Intel staff.”

The ensign saluted. “Uh, sir? I don’t think I’m qualified to do some of those things.”

Shaw looked over his shoulder as he began going back into the room. “Then I suppose you better find some people who are.”

Admirality Briefing Room, SNS Plato, 1st Expeditionary Fleet, Northern Arterus
The bespectacled fleet intelligence officer turned from the monitor he had been using to aid his presentation. “And that concludes our presentation. There is no other data available at this time regarding what looks to be complete civil war within the Corporation’s internal structure.” He gave a slight smile to the assembled naval officers. “Of course, I would wager a guess that when they start tearing apart their own navy they’re definitely at a state of civil war.”

There were scattered mutters rippling throughout the room as Shaw stepped up to the podium. “Yes, I am just as angry as you that we didn’t get to punish the Annihilator by sinking it ourselves. I think of all of you I’m the one that was probably insulted the most by them getting through the trap.” Looking at the assembled commanders, nods greeted Shaw’s statements.

“Now. Let’s not dwell on what could have been. Here are the facts, as relating to the navy. The Corporation’s navy appears to have split almost entirely down the lines of support for the forces of who we assume is Helghan. Exception being, of course, that monster with the big target painted on her side. I don’t expect the loyalist fleet to survive- they’re outnumbered by Helghan’s faction far too severely. Air power also has split, though we learned that we didn’t have too much to fear from it. Carrier based was all we encountered in the last engagement. As for the groundpounders, seems that the Kriegsmarine are going Helghan, the Sardauker are staying loyalist, and those Capital Police are splitting pretty evenly depending on who controls which command post.. That, I might add, is an important indication. we suspected it for some time but this conflict has made it apparent- they’re entirely commanded from centralized complexes.

“Our orders haven’t changed one whit. Protect the advancing ground forces down the Northern Theater. destroy any relief convoys. Interdict any hostile naval forces. We pounded them at Tarantagio and if they’re in rebellion it’ll make our job that much easier. That’s about it for strategic overview- let’s talk tactics.”

******ENCRYPTION: RED 5B**********
TO: HELGHAN
Whether or not you believe in a god, I know not, but I do. So does Illior, and like many gods, ours has a prophet. That Prophet is a dear friend of mine, and one whose visions are to be fulfilled. It was by his vision that I directed five full fleets to Whyatica, your last known position, along with troops and Materiale to support your war effort against the father. What we want, is for the father to be destroyed, along with all his minions, those you and your troops know as the sardaukar, and known to us as the demons that walk this earth.

To answer your questions even more directly, our alleigance is to your cause of destroying the father, and in that quest, I understand the need to help protect you. Why I contacted you was for the purpose of stating our alleigance and willingness and goal of helping you, along with setting up the necessary facilities to help you.

If you do accept out help, Illiorian forces need to set up a base of operations to coordinate with you and your forces, I'd guess outside of some major city with a port. If there is a city under seige from sea, we'd be willing to help take that city back, using whatever force necessary, but Illiorian forces need to know, and know before they get within a thousand miles of Whyatica.

It is by fate that we are drawn together, and it is by our wills that we succeed,

Henry Kars, Chairman of the INGC

**********END ENCRYPTION/ END MESSAGE**********

"Hauptmann. I brought you here because ou have a reputation as being among the best. This conflict has definately gone official. We recently recieved footage from one of our sattelites showing an Anhilator..."
The marine captain started. They were infamous ships, massively bigger than anything available to the Schnapsemarine.
"...and one of the new Subjugators engaged in a to-the-death gunnery duel. Whatever's going on, it's not just a routine rebelion/extermination campaign. It's war."
The marine nodded.
"You're going to take your recon unit into Whyatica, for two reasons, one being that the minute Father realizes we're going Helghan, he'll doubtless blow our sattelites, and the other being that the main targets of this invasion are often underground: the Capitol Police command centers. Your job is to pinpoint them to be attacked by the main forces at a later date, and your secondary mission is to pinpoint loyalist equipment for destruction. Our intel believes that without their combat armour, Sardauker are only a little more dangerous than CP, even less if they don't have Protect Gear and armoured support."
"Yes, sir." The marine turned and walked out.


It was the following night. Rubber dinghies borrowed from the Gebirgsjager TOE were being paddled almost silently up the beach, grounding with a wet crunch, the marines inside immediately deploying and unlashing equipment. When the unloading was complete, the dinghies were deflated and left at the coast. It was low tide, and when the waters rose and fell again, there would be no evidance that the boats had ever been there.


"Well, they're off. Now we just have to sit here and see who reaches us first."
The admiral gritted his teeth.

Fortress Alpha Niner Seven, Whyatican Badlands
Fortress A97 was a large military complex in the hostile desert known as the Badlands, a land that was completely unsettled by Whyaticans until thirty years before the present time, during the Kraven occupation of the nation. It had a command centre for Capitol Police on it, showing the massive spire that linked every Capitol Police soldier in this section of Whyatica to each other, a symbol of the Kraven hold upon Whyatica. Thirty four thousand Kriegsmarines, the 27th Kriegsmarine Division, called A97 home, at least for now. There was a rotating garrison of twenty-five thousand Capitol Police in this fortress, but foreign deployments tended to swap out Capitol Police garrisons.

The commander of this fortress was Reichsmarshal Armani Ziquas, one of the first Reichsmarshals to respond to Helghan's call for allies against the Father. He had immediately seized command of the fortress, and made a fortress-wide announcement that Father was now the enemy of Kraven, and Sardaukar are to be shot upon sight because they are now revolutionary troops. Every Kriegsmarine in the base was permanently on alert, because it was fairly obvious that A97 had become a home for those who considered themselves against the Father.

One particular day in the harsh Whyatican summer, an audio scout on his computer post in the sanctum of the Fortress noticed something. An audio scouting position four kilometres from the had found the mechanical noises of Sardaukar Advance. Thousands of them, possibly much more. All Kriegsmarines in the base were immediately placed on red alert, manning fixed artillery cannons, tank crews getting into the venerable Leman Russ main battle tanks, the smoke exhausts putting thick black smoke into the air as their engines started. The Sardaukar advance must be stopped here, at Fortress A97, or else this section of Whyatica would fall.

Two Kilometres to Sardaukar Attack
The tank companies attached to Fortress A97 had left the fortress, charging across the desert sands to stop the advance in it's tracks with an armoured charge, it was believed that the Sardaukar and the Death Squads had no armour of their own and the mounted cannons every Panzergrenadier used would be insufficient to pierce the Leman Russ armour.

"Fucking hell, man, there are thousands of them..How many tanks we got?"

"Lieutenant, we have ninety Leman Russ, forty Diablos, and 1 Emperor. Reichsmarshal Ziquas has sent a call for reinforcements, but for now we're going to have to hold off their advance."

"Roger that, Commander. Fire on your command."

"All tanks, fire!"

The one hundred thirty-one tanks of the armour stationed at Fortress A97 opened fire in symphony, tossing Sardaukar up like rag dolls. Mounted machine guns ripped up the sand as near-misses impacted, and direct hits splashed off of Sardaukar armour or just barely penetrated. The enemy had not quite got into range of the tanks yet, but the tanks weren't safe yet. After all, Father could have anything on his side..

Northern Germany

The smell of old was in the air, spider webs were everywhere in the stairway. This stairway lead downwards. To an underground bunker of days long gone. A bunker that has not had a single living being in it for a long time, the last time was in World War II. The dark figure of a darker being made it to the last step, one that leads into a large room. He looked back up as gun fire echoed through the stair ways.

“Fucking hunters.” said the Count as he flip the metal light switch on without touching it with flesh. “They will never learn.” The Count’s Black Wolves were in battle with a clan of vampire hunters on the surface.

As the light began to turn on, the room was like a rally room. A large stage on one side with many chairs facing the stage. A good sized bar was on the far wall. Large banner hung on the walls, all of the were the same. Red with the unholy symbol of the Nazis. Like the stairway, the chairs and the bar were covered in dust. Spider webs hung on every thing.

“Oh…more idiots.” said the Count. He walked over to the bar and opened the top off of some bottle. He took a drink as other figure walked into the rally room. A man wearing a Black Wolves dress uniform (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/BWDU.jpg). The man was about twenty-five or so, short brown hair and had green eyes. He was one of the top officers that were under the five Wolf Generals.

”Master!” he said. ”The fights is almost over. The last hunters were being hunted down.”

”Good. said the Count. He never looked at the man. “Anything else?”

“Yes, Master. said the man. ”The Kraven dogs are fighting each other.”

That made him look up. “You’re shitting with me, right?”

“No, Master. It is true. said the man. He walked over and put a folder on the bar. The Count opened it and looked at the first set of pictures. They were of two Kraven super dreadnaughts
playing tag with each other.

“Nice.” said the Count out loud. ”Who is fight that AI from Hell?”

“Helghan.” said the man.

”I have hear of him.” said the Count. “I thought he was loyal to Father’s cause.”

“Not from the looks of it.” said the man. “What are my orders?”

“Get in touch with Trevor. said the Count. ”He has a special mission. To track down one of Helghan’s secret police and deliver a message for me.”

“What message is that? asked the man.

”If he wants our help, he can have it.” said the Count. “Now go.”

“Yes, master.” With that the man heads toward the surface as the Count drinks form the bottle.

Southern Lebanon

In a small house on the edge of a small village, a beast was waiting. A man that was born with fur, claws and teeth that of a lion or come type of big cat. His parents did not want a animal for a baby. So…he became an orphan, a mutant orphan. It the ‘father of mutants’ a long time to found this unique boy. By the time he was fourteen, JWolf found him in some north part of Dominion Western Russia. He was took in by the Count.

Now…Trevor was just one of the many mutants that worked for the Count. The ones that were not in the military. He looked at the set of Transylvanian body armor (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/TransylvanianBA.jpg) in all dark gray. He put on everything before disappearing into the night. Heading towards Kraven controlled land in the Middle East. He is an animal, so he knows how not to be seen.

"I admit, I prefer Kravirez to the Capitol, but during these times my place is here," said the woman, her high regal features turned upon the raven black haired head of Valcus Torrodel.

"yes Lady Tolion, Kravirez is truly a beautiful city, steeped in history, but you cannot deny that Novesia has a mastery of it's own, from here the instruments of state or wielded by your son, and this city has a beauty of it's own," returned Valcus respectfully, his hands thrust deep within the opposite sleeve as he padded alongside the indomitable woman beside him.

"Indeed, but of course we must get back to business," the regal figure paused as she turned to him, raising her long nailed left hand up clenching it slightly, the bright light reflecting in through the crystalline ceiling illuminating her still youthful features, her infamous presence had cut an imposing path through the history books, she with her husband Malo Tolion had steered Novacom through the rocky shoals of the dark times, of Valjsguard, of the Madness of Rebellion, through the cold war, the war of the shattered star all this and more, and were loved by the people beyond all measure, she carried her sadness within, the emptiness of loss, her husband long dead, unbeknownst to anyone but that man himself dead in the arms of his great adversary Malo Kukonois, who himself had died, to see the madness clear, the insanity pass the crazed reality he had embraced disintegrate, in their arms they had realized the truth of what they had fought for, and in their arms they had seen their mutual destruction should they live, their sacrifice, not known to anyone had indeed been brave, yet it had wrought a toll on this woman, her once fanatic and fair bearing demeanor now added to a hard streak that had little patience for two faced bargains, in a way she became in a fashion like her friend Valcus, yet her dislike was minor, unlike the ambassador’s almost passionate dislike of what he saw as an “affront to the purity of politics”

“It would seem the final prophecy is near fulfillment, the end of the world is nigh and yet it can be stopped, The Kraven Father must be ended, now and forever it must cease to be, only then can the world be saved, you will begin the first confusion Valcus, send an offer of assistance to the Kraven Father, we will destroy him either when he thinks of us as friends, or through force of arms, but remember this Valcus, this deceit is necessary, it is for the greater good and as such cannot be loathsome, think of it as your sacred duty.” Inwardly smirking, knowing that the mention of something being a duty to perform would almost certainly provoke Valcus into action, reflecting on the horrors of the past wars she knew this was necessary, there was nothing to be gained for praying for peace at the expense of an advantage in an inevitable war, this was Viginias Final Prophecy, the end of all times, the final light will shine searingly bright as the legions of the Kraven father blot out the world destroying it forever, tearing down millennia of existence and destroying all before them, to then turn on themselves bringing about a true end, it could never be allowed to happen, the final requiem offered hope, to aid the machine with a soul against the father without one, to win this war was the only way to save the world, and the world must be saved she decided icily, our own sacrifices mean nothing if it means everyone can continue to live in the bright light of day.

“Lady Tolion, perhaps you set too much stock in Viginias words, she predicted the end of Tiijizvratz of Valjsguard yet it narrowly escaped destruction in the wars, Viginias had been unerringly accurate up to that point, but I think little of tales of doom and gloom and the end of the world, as you well know,” he responded tartly, caring little for the idea that policy should be dictated by the words of a seven thousand year old woman who some people doubted even existed in the first place.

“Valcus, we don’t know that Tiijizvratz was meant to meet it’s end then, given the torturous state of Valjsguard I would say it’s small comfort, it is unlike you to shirk from your duty, I’ll make this an order if you don’t do it of your own will,” she purred sleekly a smirk playing around her features as the light faded slightly, and her radiance dimmed, her long tunic like dress becoming slightly less animated as the light no longer played over ever single inch, fold and pleat.

“let it go on record that it was an order then, I care little for this, and now Lady Tolion, if you’ll excuse me I have to deal with this,” pausing for a slight moment to emphasize his displeasure, his tone dripping with cynicism, “Directive of yours,” without further a due he pivoted on his heel and opened the tall door of his department before letting it swing shut behind him, and a loud yelling could be heard as he stalked through the chaos of the foreign ministry before secreting himself away in his office with a loud bang of a door.

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Novacom Diplomatic Directive

From: Novacom Foreign Ministry, Valcus Torrodel
To: The Father, The Kraven Corporation

I Have been directed by the Supraster to enquire as to the current situation within the corporation, the recent uprising and the current world situation mean that instability in any nation at present is detrimental to world peace, your swift reply will be appreciated.

The Message is signed in an indecipherable language, probably Novan

OOC: Large fleets off the coast generally get noticed, hint hint.

A97 Fortress Sky Sector, Whyatican Badlands

As the battle far below rages on, an aerial view of the fortress is shown. It's small enough that the Sardukars look like ants, and the fortress like a playhouse. The imposing obelisk in the center, however, still appears quite large.

The view zooms out, and out, and out, until a single recon satellite's camera can be seen.

A second later, the camera's view is eclipsed, as a large drop pod moves past it, headed down into the atmosphere. Dozens more appear, then hundreds, then hundreds more, all heading downards.

In the skies over the base, faint red-orange streaks appear, as the pods begin re-entry...

TAG for Watching.