NationStates Jolt Archive

Tarsonian Parliament, Krohal, Tarsonis Capital

King Cerifis Coronus sat in his seat in the very center of the Senate floor. He rather liked the Parliament Building. Booths circled up from the floor in a spiral fashion, heading up to the domed ceiling. In the booths Representatives were either present or on projection uplink. This was an emergency meeting of the Senate so most were not present. The appearence of a Dominion fleet less than 10000 kilometers from the Tarsonian Border put many at unease. However, this was different than a normal Senate. The Senate had little actual Power. Cerifis used the Senate to gain the publics opinion to advise him in most matters. Todays meeting was to be kept private. The issue: a surprise attack on the Dominion of Amazonia.


Izzy Dorath, the senator from Krish'na, Capital of the Anarion Protectorate, detached his booth from the wall and hovered out to the middle of the Senate Floor.

The Senate Speaker stood up, microphones and speakers made his voice boom out to the whole Senate. "The chair recognizes Senator Dorath from Krish'na."

Dorath bowed to the Speaker and spoke his voiced projected in similar fashion. "Fellow delagates, I bring before the Senate and our Beloved King, an issue that has been pressing the Tarsonian people for some time. The Dominion of Amazonia." A hiss of distaste resonated off the walls from as the other Senators voiced their hatred of the oppressive regime. Dorath waited for the clamour to quiet down. He cleared his throat and started again. "The Protectorate of Anarian, shares a direct border with the Dominion. And we are constantly on edge, waiting for a Dominion attack. I propose we strike first and launch a surprise fullscale invasion on the Dominion." Cheers of support expoaded into the Senate hall, drowning out the Boos, from the few Senators who wanted peace.

One of such chairs floated out. Again the speaker spoke up. "The chair recognizes Senator Mortha from Elumarnia." Mortha bowed and spoke up. "Tarsonis does not need another war. We just lost the Greatest Admiral this country has ever seen, not defending this Nation, but defending an Ally, one who we have had very little positive interaction with. We need to move for peace not war." Shouts of Disent and support erupted. Senators threated eachother while others supported eachother.


Cerifis had had enough. He stood and rose his platfrom to hover in the middle of the Hall. Instantly the hall went silent, all waiting to hear the word of their Beloved King, a man who had always been fair and cared more about his people than power. "And how do you propose we go about this peace process Mortha? Treaties? Petitions? Summits?"

Mortha stood up for his cause. "We do what ever it takes for a peaceful solution."


Cerifis raised his platform a little to look down at the man. "Yet we have done all we can do to obtain peace with Droma. Droma is a man bent on power, his fleets are always looming neer our border threatening......taunting us. I'm tired of having this Nation looking over its shoulder. It's time to face the problem head on. I am declaring a state of Secret War. In exactly 2 weeks time we will launch a Surprise invasion on the Dominion of Amazonia. For now we will use what probes we have to gather intelligence and on the best place to strike. Tell the men to be weary though, for should the Oppurunity arrise quickly, we will move before hand." Cerifis lowerd his platform easing it into the docking mechanism. He left the platform and exited the Chamber. Cheers of support followed him into the hallway.

OOC: of course this is my problem too

The supreme council was discussing other matter "Next on the agenda is a discussion on the situation of a Dominion fleet near the border with the kingdom of tarsonis I believe Tad Elsman you wanted to speak?" the chairman said. "yes I did thanks you, This is a serious issue for us if tarsonis is attacked it will mean the de-stabilization of the entire region including us we can't let that happen we do not want war with the dominion we have lost to many of are sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, husbands, and wifes in wars over the years we have paid to much of a cost we should remain neutral if any thing happens" he stated "Do you have any idea how this insane man thinks? he only goal is to expand and conqour and to show my point i have invited Athrun zala and kira Yamato to tell us about Droma seeing they are the only ones who have fought him in close combat" Parnell Jesek said. The two then entered and sat down "so Athrun, Kira from your encounter with Droma what can you say?" The chairman asked. They both stood up "Well sir we engaged him in close combat with hand held personal beam sabers that are standered for the members of the chairmans guard as you know" he paused then kira started talking. "Droma, judging but the things he had said and even what he had done tere is no doubt in my mind he is a danger to the PLANTs and to all who love freedom he is a dictator corrupted by power if he attacks tarsonis we will be next" he said

Col Aryon, Tarsonian Royal Palace, Korhal

Cerifis sat at the war table. Around the Illuminated table sat members of the War council. To Cerifis's left sat Admiral Merdica, the Commander of the Tarsonis Navy, who had just returned from a successful campaign in the Zaft System defending against, the newly discovered Chaos legions. He had given the Eulogy at Admiral Whittaker's funeral. They had launched an empty Coffin, out the torpedo tube of the STSS REVENGE This sybolized not only the death of the soldier, but also the missing soldiers of the Tarsonis navy who had died defending their country.

Sitting next to Merdica was General Wilhem, Commander of the Tarsonis Army. Wilhelm had gained exceptional fame in the Dominion Revolution. They had saved the capital world from invasion by Dominion forces, however Droma still gained control of the Nation.

Next to Wilhelm was the Newly premotad Commander Kevin Kast. Leader of the Mornarians. His branch of the military surpassed all others in terms of effectiveness. The Psyonic fighting group known as the Mornarians countinued to serve effectively.

Next to Kast sat the Mysterious Angel, Draconis, Ruler of the Brood of Darkness, the Tarsonis National Gaurd so to speak. Draconis was an enigma. He had been 2nd in command of the Zerg, after his rescue a high ranking officer in teh Tarsonis Military, he then reverted to become the leader of the Zerg, and then when the Zerg were liberated by the Xel'naga, and the infestations reversed revealing them to be Angels, he continued to command the Brood, which no longer stood for destruction but stood for Justice.

And next to Draconis and also to the right of Cerifis, sat Nicoli Rapier, Tarsonis' secretary of War. He was once a soldier in the Tarsonis military, and has made tactical decisions which have saved the Nation time over again.



Spread out on the table were reports of Dominion activity. Rebel activity in the region, Battles that had taken place. The most recent still going on. On the planet Meridian 4 Dominion forces had laid seige to the Rebel forces there. Orbital Shielding had made Planetary bombardment impossible. So a ground battle had raged. It was currently a standstill, one that the Rebel forces would lose, without help...


Calmly, Cerifis addressed the council. "Gentlemen, you have seen the reports, so now we come down to the discussion, of how to deal with the Dominion. I've declared and invasion in two weeks time, but that was just to appease certain senators. An invasion would be disasterous. We are unfamiliar with the space. And Droma is a powerful Bastard."

"With all do respect your highness," said Kast "Draconis and I have fought many wars in the Dominion Space. We fought in the Dominion Revolution. It was Draconis who had actually defeated Droma in the first place. Droma may be powerful but this is a war we can win."

Cerifis shook his head. "Then what do you propose we do Kast?"

Kast pressed a button bringing up a projection map. "If we strike here, where the Dominion has laid seige to Rebel Forces, we can potentially save, the rebellion, and even gain rebel support. Plus this planet is in prime position to launch an attack on the Dominion, it could be our foothold."

"And what would we do after that Kast?" Merdica slipped out a disk and placed it into the projection map. Arrows appeared in the projection indicating points of attack. "You were correct in that we should attack the Dominon forces at Meridian 4, but that is not all. We should use a multipronged attack. We attack Meridian 4 with the 1st Battle Fleet, and 7th Tactical. The 2nd battle fleet with the support of the 4th Tactical, will stike here, at Zithalia. The 3rd battle fleet with the aid of the 2nd Tactical, will stike here at Yalamoria, the Dominions Chief production world. the 4th with the aid of the 1st and 3rd battle fleets can strike here at the outpost of Maltaria. And the 5th battle with the help of the 5th and 6th tactical will stike Yevin. This will be a sudden and swift surprise attack, all 5 attacks to be enacted simaltaniously. From then we push in ward, all 5 groups push towards the Amazonian Capital, the groups will meet up there, and we shall send down Kast, the 7 horsement, along with teh 25 mobile infantry to arrest Droma. And we shall absorb the Dominion of Amazonia into our own nation, thus expanding and giving these people freedom."

Nods of assent went around the table. The plan was sound and well thought out. Cerifis rose from his seat and the others rose as well as a sign of respect. "Send out the alert, get the men ready for war, we strike as soon as possible."

The rest responded with a simultanious "Yes, sir."

As the group left Cerifis walked out to his balcony and gazed up at the stars. "Heaven protect us."

later that day the council meeting ended and Gilbert durandal meet with Kira and athrun outside the chambers by Evidence 01. "I have a feeling we are not on the course to ever lasting peace" he said "well Mr. chairman this may not be a easy choice but it just might be the right one if Droma goes to war and we are dragged in we will have a chance to bring freedom to many people" Kira said. "even if it does lead to war how do we know tarsonis wont fend off the attack" Athrun said "even if they do Droma will come back in heavy force you know that Athrun" kira responded "well you two am getting a fleet prepared just to be on the safe side and i want you two to be there along with the rest of my guard you know officials in the tarsonis military so you will be able to communicate better with them in the event of war" Gilbert said "a wise choice sir if only this was all some bad dream" Athrun said "Mr. chairman have you thought about proposal 237?" kira asked. "237 you mean the moving of the L1 colony cluster to a new location?" he said in his sharp reaction "ya after that attack by the chaos legions we should move the cluster so they dont come back" Kira said "Kira do you have any idea how long it would take to move the PLANTs the fortresses and the shipyards!" Athrun said in a laud voice "ya i know it will take time but the shipyards are in a secret location only the people who work at them and high ranking ZAFT officers know its location so it can be moved last" he said

STSS REVENGE

Merdica gazed out at the Nirobi Pulsar. The phenomenon was a beautiful sight to behold. Even from a parasec away. The fleets had been asembled. A cloak field had been established. It was a prototype generator cappable of blanketing and entire fleet in a cloaking field. All 5 groups had one with them. And all were in position. His plan had been put into action. But they weren't going in blind. Probes had reported no FTLi in teh areas. They would take all 5 planets by surprise. The information had been sent to Korhal and they were waiting for the Authorization to preceed.

"Sir Message from Korhal."

Merdica smiled. The Authorization had come. Atleast he hoped it had. He turned on heal and walked over to the communications console. "whats it say ensign"

"sir weve been giving Authorization code Alpha Beta Delta"

"Good. Open subspace coms to all fleets."

"aye sir"

Merdica cleared his throat. His voice was heard in every room on everyship. "Gentlemen, today we make the first steps to securing peace in the galaxy. We've all seen Dominion forces in action, and we all know too well what levels of destruction the Dominion is capable of. Let all the citizens of Amazonia rejoice at our arrival. Let them breath the air of freedom once more. Let them rise up and dispose of the oppression that has been imposed on them. We shall win the day. Let the Dominion fall before the Tarsonian War machine. Let the Dominion quake when they hear our battle cry. ONWARD! TO WAR! AND VICTORY! REMEMBER THE RAIN OF FIRE! LET THE HAMMER FALL! ENGAGE!"


Simutaneously the 5 battle groups entered hyperspace under the veil of the cloaking fields. When the battles commenced they wouldn't just take the Dominion by surprise, but the entire Intersteller community.

"Athrun one last thing" Durandal said "what is it sir?" he answered puzzled "I want you to assemble a commando team, They should be the best of the best hand picked by one of are best. Are you upto it Athrun? or should i get some one else to assemble the team?" he asked "no sir how long do i have sir?" he asked "take your time theres no rush" he said "alright then sir" Athrun responded "alright then, well i got business to take care of ill see you both later" he said before bowing to the two. Kira and Athrun saluted him and turned around walking to the buildings exit "well I'll see you tomorrow Kira" Athrun said "ya cya Athrun" he said. They both walked to there cars and left Athrun then shifted his car and left the complex he drove to a abandond road and had a little fun driving full speed.

Menoon, Dominion Border, Conduit Boundry

Two Otari corvettes passed overhead, their bright red 11-set engine banks burning hot as they streaked pass the cracked, electricty-sparked world below. Bright yellow flashes of energy spun out from the half-world, violent surges pulsing with the anger that flowed through the planetoid. Above the sinister vault, massive, organic-looking stations loomed, bristling with odd protrutions from various stalks, stems, and pits. Around the stations, animal-looking objects floated around, their occasional shape slightly shifting, parts moving in place.
The synthetic beasts that surrounded the twisted objects of terror below were metal behemoths, several dreadnought fleets encircling the dark tomb, waves of fighters, seemingly rippling with movement, flowing from capital ship to ship. Lasers from the adjacent testing range in a small asteroid encirclement flared blue, green, and violet reflections back against the durasteel monsters that glistened with hate.
It was this seething mass of evil, overflowing with the energy of the Dark Side, that the Sith Master Ragnos loved. His cotemporaries to the throne weren't the happiest in such dreary conditions (well, maybe the Faceless One, but no one even knew his race), but Ragnos found it an utter joy to simply absorb the suffering that eminated out from the violent planet, a gem on the Outer Colonies that lay just outside of the Haven System, a system where conditions were far too nice to enjoy. This dark web of temptation and fear was where Ragnos could sit and let his mind wander, and let his powers grow. And the organic, bizarre shapes below him were just such a product of such thought.
But this waypoint, this obsidian ball on the fringes of the Ionic Shroud that set an oblong three-dimensional figure around Dominion space, warranting certain death to all space travelers because of the energy that teamed in the cloud, served a great purpose. For long times, back before the Federation days to the old Imperial times, those who had inhabited the Shroud had often wondered how humanity had found its way into this hellhole of space. Virtually cut off from the galaxy, the Shroud was certainly large, with more than a hundred systems, yet the Shroud was a death trap to all who tried cross it. Even modern Dominion explorations that had tried, using the best of synthetic or organic technology avaliable to the galaxy and expiramental tech, had been stymied by the criss-cross of deadly waves that pulsed through the Shroud. There apparently was no way around it, nothing, absolutely nothing, could breach the cloud. It was impossible. Technology was shut down as soon as entry came, yet organics were broken, the membranes destroyed.
However, there was a way, but it had taken a good deal of time to find it. Roughly 250 years before, an explorer, Vaan Dytan, had discovered the Haven system, yet there was a point of light visible in the night sky of the largest Class-M world, Kitara, that had always intrigued him, burning brighter than other stars...yet the light seemed strange, different. Another year passed, and Dyten set a course for the light. What he found was Menoon, a loner world, without a star, cast off from a system. The decaying world's electric outbursts and energetic cries sparked a great light source, sending off gamma radiation in all directions. It repulsed Dyten, giving him a feeling of attraction, to want more, yet at the same time instilling fear. Whether that was the fear of going or not going, Dyten didn't know, but he chose to follow the former, and did not pursue Menoon. Perhaps this was wrong, as Dyten died the following year of Silven Plague.
Menoon was re-discovered fifteen years later, and another startling discovery was made with it. There was space...near Menoon. Not the clouds that had come to encompass the border worlds, but space...clear, open space, with constellations and stars that had never been seen by the likes of the inhabitants of the Shroud before. There was a way out of the Shroud...and it bypassed this twisted world of death. However, explorers found it didn't go very far, it was as if it was designed this way...that for the Shroud inhabitants to leave, they would have to face their own fear first. A Hyperspatial disturbance around Menoon prevented the use of FtL drive systems, of all sorts and types, around the world, seemingly expanding into every dimension. It was a quandry, and led support to the belief by Shroud inhabitants that their home had been artificially created.
When the Dominion took over, the Emperor saw the neccessity of holding Menoon. It was the gate guard to the Shroud, the place that all had to cross, and see, and face, that stood to pass. And it tempted Droma, more than most else...it held him not fear, but strength, and he saw the evil that grew. The Emperor constructed a vast system of networking, minelaying, and construction that came to surround Menoon and the local space in a defensive grid.
Now Ragnos had come to love it. Not only did it connect all other space with the Shroud, through this one and only passageway, but it also captivated, inspired, and sent waves of fear through all who had to see. Even the Dark Masters of the Dominion could not figure out the world, but it would be key to all that affected the Dominion.
The border, for all it's glory, was on a somewhat wide front, it'd always been the divider along the Tarsonis-Dominion front that Dominion ships had skirted to escape Dominion space and get into neutral territory out of Tarsonis space. However, whatever came through would have to breach the established defensive line.

OOC: I'll make the Winters post in another post...

*Yamato home*

Kira walked into his house "Lacus am home" he said "oh hey kira how was your day?" she asked "good and yours?" he said as he walked into the kitchen where lacus was. She turned to him and gave him a kiss "great, there really is not much to do on the Eternal there days" she said to him as she turned back around "oh is that so heh sounds like my day on the Black Hammer, hows your new song coming?" he asked "good though I haven't writen one in awhile" she responded "good to hear" he said as he sat down "so Kira does the chairman have a position about moving the cluster to a new location?" she asked him knowing he met the chairman today "no he doesn't I really hope he chooses soon, this issue might become hot in the next election" he said. "I think he will make the right choice, he is a good man and has brought the PLANTs through hard times" she said.

OOC: Im gonna pause this thread to say something.

Take a few minuits to remember 9/11, those who died, and those who in time of great peril, became heros. The FDNY and NYPD who ran into the towers while everyone else was running out, and were killed when the towers collapsed. The Passengers aboard United 93, who fought back on the plane, to ensure that the Hijackers didn't achieve their goal, of taking more human life. And the 2,973 people who lost their lives. May God forever watch over their souls.

"Our Father, Who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be thy name,
They kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
on Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our tresspasses,
as we forgive those who tresspass against us,
and lead us not into temptation
but deliver us from evil
forthing is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever,

In nomine Patri, et fili, et spiritus sancti.

Amen

OOC: go ahead gives a break between my post and my next one

OOC: go ahead gives a break between my post and my next one

point was to remember an American Tragedy dude

OCC: canadians died to man

People from 81 countries died, Pray for them all.

Lets not clog this thread up with OOC stuff.

OOC: Time to set the tone and give Winters a bit of motivation.

Haven System, Kenlay, Nova Federation

Lauren Winters sighed to herself as she wiped mud off her hands. She was strikingly beautiful for 15 years of age, with medium-brown hair tied behind her falling to her shoulders. Her 5'5" frame, thin to the point where her ribs showed slightly, seemed even too small for a light cloth garment that subsided for clothing. Slight freckles stood out below her hazel eyes, which seemed slightly worn. And worn was simply an understatement: she wasn't a normal girl by the Dominion's standards, she'd endured her trial by fire.
Her father, Rick Winters, had been a staunch supporter of the Federation, the democratic government that had lasted thousands of years, ever since the toppling of the old Imperium. However, here Winters had had his fundamental flaw: he had followed the Federation to its death throes, only seeing the futility of the cause as the Dominion bombers blasted the Amazonia capital buildings and Senate. Winters had then seen the easy fallibility of democratic government, the strength of the autocrat, but he had gone past the point of return. Winters had been forced to flee the public scene, taking his then-9 year old Lauren with him into hiding on the tropical world of Kenlay, inside of Menoon in the Haven System.
There the Winters, along with several groups of Federation supporters, had started a quasi-colony away from the public eye on the overlooked, mostly-marshy world that was ripe with giant predators, posionous plants, and rabid diseases to compliment the beastly temperature that frequently supplemented the 100% humdity with over 35 degress celsius on the average winter day. It was a hard existence, but it was overlooked by the Dominion. The primary Dominion spawn world, also a tropical planet, was Oron-Kira, an inner world that overflowed with colorful forests. What Kenlay lacked in the tall, orange trees however, (and it was no less colorful), it made up for in dangerous carnivores.
Kenlay was ripe with horrendous fauna of all shape in size, the most powerful being the savage acklay, which had spread earlier, when Kenlay was inhabited, to Oron-Kira, and had inspired the Dominion war droid that took the name of the carnivore. The massive Arachnid, with its spear-like walking claws, had taken many the life of the Federation refugees. Plenty of other dangers abounded, some that the refugees themselves had barely even seen, only discovered mysterious disappearances marked with strange signs. But it had been the only world they could get without the notice of the Dominion that was habitable for human life, so the refugees had established the colony of Nova Federation and Neo Federation with the purpose of establishing them, and with the hope that one day the Federation would return.
Unfortunately for the colonists, the rest of Dominion space didn't think their way. The populace liked the Dominion. Where the Federation had so failed economically, militarily, and socially in the final years, the Dominion had come out swining and strong in its six years of existence so far. And it had appealed to the population like a mad craze, the strong centralized government that claimed to be doing it all for the people. The genetically-inclined population had always been slighted against those citizens who were not genetically altered, and when the Dominion had moved to wipe out these minority citizens, the Dominion citizens had cheered. If you weren't at least 6'2", 80 kg, what purpose did you have?
Part of this reason had cursed Winters. Much of the old Federation had celebrated the unity of the Unmodifieds with the Pures, but the Pure, Genetically-bred citizens hadn't liked this at all. Winters had been one of the targeted minority, accounting for his smallish (5'10", 81 kg) frame, which genes had passed down to his small daughter. Now that the Federation was gone, and the Dominion prized perfection, the kind like his was mostly extinct. Those who still existed were in the two Kenlay colonies, as old Federation supporters or fleeing refugees from the Dominion purge.
However, in the Dominion, time, and the presence of the natural, unifying force that flowed through all, had turned to evil, growing on the taint and greed of the average Dominion citizen, and the corrupt yet effective Dominion government. The Dark Side flowed free and true, the Light Side non-existant. The days of morals and values were over, secularism had taken center stage. The oppurtunities of the old were slim to none at best.
At was all under this guise that Lauren Winters stood in the sweltering summer heat of Kenlay, the temperature at 39 degrees Celsius with 98% humidity, sweat dripping down her forehead as she wiped mud from her hands after picking a chipata plant to be used later in a meal. With her father continuously involved in the affairs of both colonies, Lauren was now tasked with the usual duties of caring for the household, being a single-parent, single-child household. Though it was difficult work, she found enough time to manage her responsibilities, keep up with the colony's education program, and still have time for child fun. However, she never did find enough in her life to maintain a healthy guise, so she, like many in the colony, frequently did not find enough to eat to sustain themselves.
Her home was on the far outskirts of Nova Federation, nearly by the adjacent Neo Federation, so Lauren decided to take a visit to those she knew over in the secondary colony. Hitching a ride on a native Giant Beetle, the docile larvae of the poisonous Kenlay Speckled Moth, she was over to a spot in walking distance in several minutes. A rustling sound startled Lauren, and she flashed around to find nothing there. She was worried about the animals after an acklay had brutally eviscerated one of her closest friends, but she felt if the need came, she would figure out what to do. The only thing else that puzzled her was a plume of smoke emitting from near the location of Neo Federation.
As she approached the colony, Lauren heard voices, fairly loud but dark and menacing in tone. Stooping behind a pr'a'ta bush, she stopped to listen.

"...building was hit, then we struck the food storage bins. They sparked a lot of the fire when they ruptured. Built-up CO2." came a high-toned, but still evil-sounding voice.
"And the colonists..." came a deep voice.
"We have them surrounded, it's only a matter of time." the high-tone again.
"Good. Wipe them out, I want no survivors. This insurrection branch shall not be tolerated. Was there reports of any similar settlements?" said deep voice.
"Negative, sir. We did a preliminary scan, but found nothing but this one." came high-tone again.

Lauren was stuck in shock. Neo Federation was attacked by somebody, but who, she had no idea. But they had said something about not finding anything else-it may mean her home colony was still safe. But nonetheless, she had had close friends in the now-burning settlement, she wanted to find out what was going on. As Lauren crept on all fours, she heard similar rustling noises in the thick underbrush, but ignored them. The animals could wait.
Moving into a light clearing, she caught a glimpse of the carnage underway inside the colony's central plaza. Curved droids were unrolling, lasers blazing blue energy pulses into a huddled mass of ever-closing survivors, getting cut down by the score. Soon they would be nothing but blasted corpses on the ground. Lauren was in a total shock now. Her whole world, since age 9, was being flipped around, destroyed, by some intruders who she had no clue as to the identity of. She began crawling backwards, but suddenly her heart iced. A tall droid, near two of the curveds, suddenly glanced up at random, spotting her behind the bush, and loosing a red bolt from its carried blaster rifle.
Lauren sprang up just as the energy bolt came in, driving into her left calf, causing her legs to fall out from under her. Lauren screamed from the pain, now nearly oblivious that the droid was aiming another shot at her, but at the last instant she got up and began hobbling away on her good leg, the blast hitting and igniting a small tree on fire. Back at the plaza, the droid spoke softly to two smaller, six-legged droids, and they scrabbled off into the underbrush. Lauren was unaware, but knew she had to get away.
The girl looked for anything she could use to quickly make an escape, as she alone, now with an injury, certainly couldn't. The sound of blaster fire, the screams of the dying in the settlement plaza, served to frighten her anymore, though she had no time to ponder what would happen should she be caught. She had left the larva beetle by a scrubby-looking bush, but there was no beetle to be seen. She glanced left and right, still on the move, when out of the bush in front, one of the six-legged droid hounds sprang out, kicking forward and driving her back with the force of its frontal digging claws. She fell back, on her back and rear now, blood trickling down from where the claws' spikes had torn open a wound in her abdomen. She gasped in pain, and even more so when the second droid, popping up, kicked her again, its claws driving into her side, knocking her prone near a fresh yo'lub terminal hive. Lauren's vision swam as she tried to get up, but the raggedy mess of her abdomen now was giving her too much pain, the blood coming freely out of the wounds, and prevented her from mounting her feet to try and make a last-ditch get away.
As the two droids came up, one stuck its claws above the hard-packed hive, its twin blaster array pointed now squarely at the girl's chest, ready to pop a burst if she tried anything more. Lauren knew escape was hopeless, probaly death coming, and no one around to be with her near her last moments, not even her father, strong as he seemed, and her last known close family member who she had always looked up to as a model of a good person. She felt weak, whimpering slightly as another droid came up, the same one which had first fired the crippling shot that had proved her demise. The droid gave her a blank glance, taking in information on the injured girl, grabbed her hands together, and fired a whipcord burst, tying her wrists. It then loped off, leaving the other droids there as guardians. Lauren lay where she was, whimpering softly at her state, wounded, bound, and alone.
The tall droid came back after several minutes, a lanky medical droid following behind it. The tall droid moved, and the medical droid, silent, pulled up to Lauren, raising her hands to move them out of the way. Lauren stared down, fear racing through her, as she didn't know what was up. First she thought death was at hand, now this medical droid had come up, how were these conquerors healing her if she'd already watched them wipe out the entire secondary colony. She soon found her reasoning.
The medical droid lifted the bottom edge of her shirt for a better look, then, without anesthesia, immediately pulled out a large medical implement and activated it, before jamming it into the large abdominal wound. Lauren howled out in pain, but the medical droid was able to keep its area of examination totally still as it finished up a process of containing the bleeding, though leaving the wound open. It pulled the tool out, drawing down the clothing edge back over her wound, stood, and loped off. Lauren sat in pain, crying, as she'd gone through enough for one day, but it wasn't over. The tall droid grabbed her bound hands and yanked her up, forcing her out in front of it, a rifle barrel aimed squarely at her back as it led the scared girl towards a landed transport.

Back at Nova Federation, Rick Winters, in the quasi-capital building, cursed, communication seemed down between Neo Federation and the primary colony. Though Nova had its share of comm issues, mostly due to its location in a sheltered, hedgerow dominated valley, Winters couldn't understand why the signal couldn't punch through. He swore again, irritated that the meeting between the two colonies scheduled for the day had to be postponed again. At least he'd get to go home early, maybe check up on some of the other residents of the colony.
As Winters stepped out from the building, his eye caught something he hadn't seen for quite some time: the glint of battle-red metallic paint in the glare of the sun. The specific paint job had been used on all Federation droids, and been brought over to the Dominion droids after the government transition. Winters stepped over for a closer look, and the response was relatively negative from the object, as it spiced off two blaster bolts before scuttling into the tall violet savannah grass. Winters dodged, and immediately began sprinting afterwords, jumping into a nearby hovercraft after 100 meters to continue the pursuit on vehicle. The droid, though fast, was no match for the repulsor-aided craft, and Winters, upon catching up to the scuttling robot, identified as an Acklay Droid, hurdled off his speeder and onto the droid, throwing it several meters away. The droid quickly jumped on its six legs, turning to face Winters, its laser array damaged but dangerous digging claws that had caused Winters's daughter considerable anguish still very active and very deadly.
The droid charged Winters, motoring along right towards him, and he jumped out of the way as the mechanical beast drove its foreclaws into the ground and retracted them, leaving large indentations in the packed savannah floor. It spun again, scrabbling right again at Winters, but the former military officer jumped up as the droid passed underneath, hitting on top of the crablike droid as it bucked. He pointed his defensive needler right at the optical array, shooting a quarrel of energy needles straight into the droid's vision center. The droid spun wildly, now blind, swinging its claws in all directions, the blunt section of the legs knocking Winters back but not causing any significant injury. He loaded another quarrel into his needler, and aimed towards the droid's floundering midsection, picking out the core that he had known significantly as a weak spot and fired the packed bunch of energy quarrels into the dense mass of electronics.
The droid's midsection flared, the automaton screeching and flailing wildly in its death throes, before it finally came to a stop, resting dead on the savannah floor. Winters packed his needler, having successfully kept Nova Federation from detection by the invading forces. He moved up to the mechincal warrior, looking over the body for any potential pirate markings, but instead found a different sign: the triangle cross of the Dominion military that was painted on all synthetic war machines and weaponry. Winters stared for a moment, not believing his eyes, but confident still that the scout had not been able to communicate the data of Nova Federation's location. He walked back to his speeder, tossing the droid corpse in next to him, and took off towards his outskirt homestead.
Upon arrival, Winters chucked out the droid carcass, then moved up towards the unusually silent household. Generally Lauren would be out, working on her small vegetable garden that she took pride in tending, or out with her motly band of friends amongst the settlement's children. However, today the second-class home seemed nearly abandoned, and Winters couldn't tell why. He came through the door quiet, listening for any sounds of normalcy, yet everything was quiet. On the other hand, everything was as it usually had been, nothing seemed out of place. Winters shrugged, figuring his daughter had left for the day to go to a friends's home, and stepped back outside.
Outside, however, Winters found the trail roughly 250 meters from his home that was usually formed from the runs of the Beetle Larva. He knew this was Lauren's favorite method of transportation, being a naturalist from having grown up on the wild planet. Winters holstered his needler, adding his explosive attachment, and began to follow the trail in his speeder. The trail abruptly stopped near a yo'lub hive, but the smoke from the town's destruction had already cleared by now, due to the high atmospheric winds. Winters suspected nothing of the sort. He got down off his speeder, and followed a trail obviously made by a human who wasn't watching where they were going, likely, he assumed, his missing daughter. What he came across next puzzled him. There was a moderately-sized blood pool with bits of flesh in it next to the hive, yet the insects, apart from being small enough to barely pose a threat to humans, likely wouldn't attack a human. Nonetheless, the trail ended here. He took a sample collecter from his speeder, scooped the flesh and a small sampling of blood into the collection tube, then placed it in the speeder and headed back towards his home.

OOC: Friendly bump so Tarsonis can find it.

The Seven were spread out on the Jungle world that in the Tarsonis data banks was labled as Meridian 4. Draconis couldn't believe they had made it in unscathed. The expiramental cloaking had let the small tactical shuttle slip past the fleet of Ships over the planet. They had been sent ahead on a small and swift tarsonian shuttle. After they landed they filtered out into the jungle Draconis and Kast were hidden in the brush overlooking a small opening in the jungle. Kula and Hunter were overlooking the village that intel had called "Neo-Federation", Kylsyth, Zell and Arterius, were holding the road between "Neo, and Nova- Federation"


Kast and Draconis were completely camoflauged, their normal unifor replaced with tactical BDUs. Kast rested his beam rifle across his legs and spoke into his radio. "What do you think Drake, its too quiet."

Draconis shook his head. "Intel said that the last remnants of the federation was here."


The radio sparkled to life. "Firestorm this is Hammerstrike come in Firestorm"
Draconis answered. "Come in Strike whats your status"

We got Dominion forces theyre raiding houses and pulling people out.

"Keep an eye on them Strike, if something happens DO NOT INTERVENE we cant blow our cover...hold on" A small girl came out of the bushes and walked up a ridge that would look down on the Neo-federation. Sge was soon out of sight again. Oh god their massacring them...we gotta intervene......but we cant... A loud blaster shot and The girl suddenly tumbled back into view. She was limping now, and soon was being held hostage by droids.

Kast clicked the saftey on his beam rifle off. "We gotta help her drake." The girl had was now being dragged off to a transport droid that had just landed.

Draconis sighed. " No rifles we get in close use beam sabors dispose of the parts." "YES"


Draconis and Kast ran down from their respective sides of the Clearing. Beam sabors were off until they were just two paces away, then they clicked on, The droids never saw what hit them. The 4 droids were dispatched and the girl sat on the ground terrified. Kast bent down to check her wounds. "Easy child, your safe now.... Drake she'll live but we gotta get her back to the shuttle."

"alright, toss the wreckage asside and lets get out of he...." Suddenly Blasterfire rained on them. "SHIT!" The two mornarian Nights dodged out the way of the blaster fire. They grabbed their beam sabors and stood back to back deflecting the blasts that came their way. Suddemly a scream erupted and a foot disapearing into the brush was the last they saw of the girl. The blaster fire strangely ceased.

OOC: is that better? plust fixed the Shuttle part too

*Zala Residents*

Athrun walked in the door "I'm home" he said "Your late where were you Athrun" came a voice from the kitchen "I was joy riding for a bit" he responded as he walked in "I asked you to come right home from the Supreme council chambers" she said "ya I know Mayrin I was justing having a little fun" Athrun said "ya well the point is you went joy riding with out me" she said in anger "Alright sorry I'll bring you along next time ok?" he said coming into the kitchen and giving her a kiss on the lips "smells good need a hand?" he asked "sure just cut those please" she said


OOC: lol just chilling out

OOC: soon the invasion begins...

OOC: thats great just dont kill Droma with out me

OOC: Tarsonis, you if you wanted to lose the support of Winters...
a) Kast can't be in two places at once. You haven't found a way to get him first ON to Kenlay, plus he'd have to breach the defensive line.
b) The key about Lauren in this storyline is it's what will drive Winters. If he's found YOU take her, then he'll drive what the refugees have against you. Do you intend to fight a public and a governmental war?
c) That shuttle woulda been toasted. The planet may be overlooked, but if the Dominion's there, than it's already been noticed. There's in-system policing fleets. It's on the fortified border.

In conclusion: You may want to let her storyline develop a while, otherwise we lose a good chunk of context and you'll be fighting a hard-lined war. Because, all in all, though Winters has seen the Dominion symbol, he doesn't know they're Dominion yet. In essence, he isn't likely to believe a lot, being in hiding with essentially his last remaining family member gone.
Additionally: You gotta stay in more of the story and explain more.

OOC: lol

edited so winters daughter is gone.

OOC: any way am going to wait a tiny bit before getting involved

edited so winters daughter is gone.
I can work with it, but just remember, you can't send your whole army across the border without detection and stoppage...literally no other way around the screen.

oh i dont plan to send my fleets across your border undetected, i plan to smash my way through hence why im targeting border worlds first. just be about to execute some high leader in the rebellion, maybe even Winters himself, but dont blow his head off in that post, just be like about to, and then ill make my self known.

OOC: well ill just post ahead.

Kula had watched the executions. Bodies lay strewn about. There were 20 or so left. The droids had stopped firing and had dragged one man in front of the people. One...droid, that looked almost humanoid, was talking to the people, threatening them it seemed. Fed up the "humanoid" pulled out a pistol. Kula turned away she couldn't watch anymore killings. She closed her eyes when her radio blared to life.

"Hammerstrike this is Firestorm. Autherization code Foxtrote Alpha Wilson. Fire at will.

Kula snapped up lifting up her beam sniper rifle. Hunter had gotten the message too and he grabbed his beam rifle. The humanoid droid lvled its pistol at the hostages head just as Kula took aim. Gently she squeezed the Trigger and fired the shot would come to be known as the Spark that brought down an Empire.


STSS REVENGE

Merdica watched through the viewing screen as the Fleets decended hyperspace. The cloaking generator was still operating so they should have come in seamlessly. The plan was going perfectly.


"Sir shots have been fire on planet surface."

Merdica smiled. It was time. "Open subspace comms"

"Comms open sir"

Medrica spoke just one word. "Now"

Simultaneously all 5 battle groups decloaked at their borderworld targets and opened fire anything that belonged to the dominion.

Merdica watched as the bombardment ripped into the Dominion fleet over the planet. "So it begins"

*friendly bump for Amazonia*

OOC: yes waiting

BUMPIZZLE!!! whats goin on people

OOC: dont know but

The next day
10:00 am
Nation Defence HQ building

Athrun walked into his office, the personal files had already arrived there was a large number of them but he want a team of 8 or 9. He sat down at his desk and pulled down one file he wanted mostly rookie pilots but he wanted some veteren pilots just to give a good mix in the team. He looked at the file infront of him "hmmm he can go in the maybe pile" he said to him self as he moved on. A few files later he found the profile of some one he had worked with before "heh so Rusty is still alive well that lucky son of a b*tch he has been with the 27th for the past few years he just saw action during the attack on L1 well I think I'll change his posting" he said before putting the file in the yes pile with two others then he moved on.

OOC: Gonna have to pull out of this RP, sorry.

OOC: crap

OOC: crap

OOC: Unless you'd like me to pull what I'm about to in the TAP-1010102 war...

OOC: doesn't matter

OOC: doesn't matter

OOC: Are you SURE about that? Read my last post in that thread.

OOC: up to you man i dont care

OOC: If that's seriously ok...then I'll get something tomorrow.

Notice, this RP will become a bitch for anyone trying to make inroads...

OOC: lol arn't all wars

woah wait wait wait, who you attacking in 1010102 war, i just pulled out of the Trifuture tech alliance and TAPs been trying to get me to help him in his battle against it...........hmmmmmmmm ...............*plots evily*

Menoon, 0945
The dark world was quiet this morning, the blue giant shining its first rays of light upon the chaotic nightmare that was nearly hell raised from death on a planetoid, too small for a planet even. The fleet stirred to morning rituals, the stations online as always, conduit breaches open for place-to-place travel quickly. Orbital energy collecters harnessed the electricity shooting off from the rocky oblong mass, transmitting it into useable power for the massive stations in orbit, bristling with weaponry, sensors, comms, and other things. Ships moved quietly around, fairly slowly as there was no rush. Apparently Tarsonis ships had made a move on some outlier worlds, but it was of no concern. They had not even made it into Dominion space, what concern was there? There would only be concern if they tried, and to do that, this waystation was the first place to know. And it would not be easy to pass the point.
Across the border frontier, gravitic-well mines had been strewn in the millions, casting mass shadows to inhibit FtL travel across the waypoint of Menoon and it's one-world system. Seperately, plasma mines also dotted space, programmed into "smartly" distinguishing friend from all possible foes and unknowns with an intertwined system. Upon impact, the little canisters smashed open with a deadly brew of energy, discharging bosons all across a victim. Perimiter guards followed this, ships, fleets, and recon groups all about, patrolling, following, tracing, tracking, waiting for anything at all. Listening posts were all about, detecting anything unusual. Following that was the Sith Project: The biowar, organic ships capable of extreme devestation due to their unique nature and the cross to "Fluidic space", the domain of such creation, now transferred to realspace.
Backing those up, the main guard of Menoon was formidable, to say the least. The stations that would be required to get by were bristling with weapons posts, gravitic sensors to unravel cloaking screens, the latest comms to decpiher messaging, shields with new technology to bolster its own weapons, energy-absorpant hulls, and layered shield repositories. The fleet itself stood side-by-side with the stations, ships of all classes and sizes standing by to recieve what would come.
Now, the wait.

On Menoon's surface, other vile projects were going on. Menoon was worth taking, after all, it had many secrets and powers of its own. Not to mention that it drew all towards it, its dark presence looking to consume, corrupt, or empower. But other things grew on this surface, things unspeakable, that waited for enemy contact on Menoon's rocky surface to unleash the Dominion's terrible projects and creations.

At the same time, Winters stood abaffled on his home, far from Menoon's chaotic region. The tissue sample matched his daughter's genome perfectly, to a notch. But what had happened, and where had she gone? Winters postulated this problem, still at a quandry. The attack had been repulsed, at least, but who those attackers had been was a mystery. The droid had been Dominion-manufacture, but to whether it was Dominion authentic or not was still a question. Pirates often liked to mimic such things.

On the converted bulk freighter Fallacious, Lauren Winters lay prone in the vessel's hanger bay as it made the journey back to the Foundation worlds, barely conscious, bound and in the dark of the main hold. Waking more into a state of focus, she tried to move her hands apart to at least get into a sitting position, but couldn't make the move. Lifting her head, she glanced around, noticing three bodies in the hold, lifeless and not moving. Besides that, she was alone. She crawled a few meters, propping her torso on a box of some sort while trying to peer through the dark to spot anything at all, but the only light seemed to be coming from a small slit about fifteen meters away. Slowly, on her stomach, Lauren crept along the floor, inching along to try and get to the crack of light, taking about five minutes before she actually got there. When she did, she put her ear to the crack to listen to a slight noise coming from outside.

"...exactly what we're supposed to do with it?" said a first voice.
"Not sure, exactly. The raid on the rebel planet was more for that sample than for the rebel eradication." Said a second voice.
"I see. What exactly does the Emperor want it for?" Said #1.
"Not sure, but he has odd motives. Heard he wante some test or something." #2 replied.

Lauren recoiled for a second. By sample, did they mean her? And what kind of test did that mean... She lay back down to continue listening.

"How about that other thing..." Said #1.
"Oh, that...that's...classified intel."
"C'mon, I'm reliable! No one but you, me, and whoever told you will know."
"Alright. But wait a sec: the Emperor was doing all that other stuff on Balkorri. Why did he need that one too?"
"To bolster it, I'll assume."
"You sure, because I'm willing to bet he has another scheme cooked up."
"Scheme cooked up? What, something different than usual?"
"Yuppers."
"What are you trying to say..."
"I've always been curious on the military. Droma has revolutionized it, and he double-helped us by enslaving and utilizing all those Unmodified scum to do it. Now I wonder if he's planned with those uglies to try and make another military manuever..."

Lauren once again had a queasy gut feeling. By unmodifieds, he was referring to all the citizens who had not had a genetic genome renovation to overhaul and strengthen natural selection. One such individual who had not been modifed was the background of the Winters family, including Lauren herself. She listened in again.

"...Dax still serving by the SouthEast."
"That's where we'll be pulling in, once we are allowed past the atmospheric sheild. Another 8 hours of hyperspace though. Than the capital, and hoo yeah, I'm looking forward to some R&R."
"Agreed. I almost couldn't care for our cargo, except that the 'creature' had been making so much noise an hour ago. I'd still love to see what the Emperor has in mind for it."
"What are we doing with our captive that we...liberated?"

Lauren though again, so she wasn't the main question. There was something else on board.

"I think the military command wanted something with that factor, something regarding history when the Great Seige began during the Revolution. Possible genetic link."
"If not, then heh, at least another slave for the auctions...or projects for the Emperor to utilize."

Lauren's gut dropped out. So she was wanted either for something from the military, otherwise it would be likely to Droma's genetic testing grounds on the sinister world of Balkorri, where the BioWar project itself had originated.

"Well, that's the way it goes."
"Speaking of which, I gotta go check on 'it' in the hold again..."
"A'right. See you on the next shift in two hours."

Lauren quickly scrabbled as fast as she could to a space between two large metal crates as the door gaped open, a tall (by normal human standards, short for Dominion) human walked in, a static stunner at his side, wearing a typical Dominion enlisted uniform. He walked right past her, and seemed to be looking for something in particular, then glanced at a particularly large crate. Bracing himself against a nearby crate, he slid himself against its side, then quickly ripped the door open to the side of him. Boundering out was a massive beast, a mutant-looking thing with a vicious, yet deformed look, with two legs and two very large arms, a bulging head with portruding muscle and sinnew everywhere. It shrieked, a horrible sound, until the man slid out from the corner, unleashing an assault on the beast with the static gun, energy spewing as the creature shrieked, rolling on the ground, back into the crate, where it tried to hunker down, but the man carried on, continuing to hit it again and again with the gun until the beast slipped into a state of unconsciousness. The job done, the man slid the crate door closed, latched it, then walked up. He walked right past Lauren as she lay, shaken, on the floor, moving up and out the door, the lights once again flicking off, the door enveloping shut.
Lauren inched out of her spot, back into the open.

OOC: few questions 1. should we postpone this thread, 2, i still dont understand whats with this whole cloud thing that suddenly developed out of nowhere, and 3. um i attacked the fleet orbiting the planet wouldnt that ship have been attacked?

Athrun looked at the next profile "Matt Laplante, Blood type O born on the Zodiac colony" he said while reading it "Seen action only at the home land defence, looks like I got a perfect newbie for the team" he said as he put the file in the yes pile which now including the new one had 7 names. He wanted two more he needed another vet. pilot "Mu La Flaga, heh that guy made it to my pile? must be in need of something new" he said as he put it in the yes pile "one more rookie" he said as he continued to look. "Here we go a one Jack Sanders fresh out of special ops training he will do well" he said as he put it in the pile/ He then stood up and picked up the rejected files and took them to be filed again. He then returned to get the files of the people he accapted and left the building to the council chambers, he needed the chairmans final approval on the team.

OOC: few questions 1. should we postpone this thread, 2, i still dont understand whats with this whole cloud thing that suddenly developed out of nowhere, and 3. um i attacked the fleet orbiting the planet wouldnt that ship have been attacked?

1) Sure, if you want to.
2) Imagination, and fun.
3) No es cerca de mi border, es outside of it (A colony world).

lets postpone this thread since were both getting involved in the TAPS war. Since its just us three, we can wait. That one has more people who arent gonna wait.

THREAD ON!

Merdica paced the deck of the Revenge The 1st battle fleet had gone on to the rally point for the thrust against Amazonia. He had left the 7th tactical behind to search for Winters and the Rebellion.
"sir were decending hyperspace."

Merdica watched in awe as the 1st battle fleet decended hyperspace, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. A massive Space Fortress gaurded the only passage through the Mysterious rift that surrounded the inner planets of the Dominion. It had guns of every make lining the battlements. Ships of every class stood in defense position.

"Shit, its a TRAP!" we cant fight them.

"SHIELDS UP! BACK OFF!"

Athrun walked into the chairmans office and handed him the folders "sir special forces team picked and ready for approval" he said. Gilbert looked over the names "approved collect your team athrun and report to armory one" he said "M...my team sir?" he asked puzzeled. The chairman looked at him "yes your team leader is there a problem?" he asked "no sir not at all" he responded as he left the room.

OOC: This is back on?

i love how zaft gov hasnt noticed this huge fricken invasion of amazonia....

any way yes its back on, but im gonna factor in the Alliance we're forming on the UII sight so like ill keep what ive taken but not try to attack anymore

(OOC: Tarsonis, I won't damage your fleet, I swear, just let me use a large battlecruiser guarding Korhal)



That night had been slow for Ensign Sanders. There was little Comm traffic that he needed to monitor. So, he relaxed, his campaign hat rested over his eyes, and leaning back in his stationary chair on the Bridge.

He had nearly fallen asleep, dreams beginning to cloud his mind, when suddenly, his thoughts filled with blood. He was trapped in a dark crimson pool. The harder he fought, the harder the crimson pulled to envlope him. Darkness swirled through his mind, and then, he awoke.

He jolted upright, sweat beeding off his forehead. His assistant Comm operator, Ensign Edwards, was staring at him. "Are you alright man?"

"Yes." He said, heaving a sigh, trying to catch his breath. "Yeah I'm fine. I just had the freakiest dream though." His friend didn't seem to hear. He was staring at something. His jaw dropped, and his eyes opened wide in horror.

"Dude," He asked. "What the hell are you looking at? You're freaking me out!" Then, his friend pointed at the monitor screen of their computer.

"Holy shit," Sanders whispered. Blood flowed from the screen in rivers, gushing at increasing speeds, flowing over the table and into his lap.

Listening closely to the Comm headphones he wore, he heard strange hissing noises, and what seemed to be....cackling.

"Listen to this!" He said to Edwards, who put on his own head phones.

Voices were now forming, revealing a startling message, ".....We're back." The word drew out, as though taunting the two Comms operators.

This was too much, Sanders kicked away from the computer, now spurting gallons of blood, and knocking over his chair, landing on his back. Using his hands, and scrambled away, trying to get away from the hellish computer.

His friend, shocked, looked on as a new shape appeared on the screen. It was serpentine, with massive wings and eyes as red as rubys. It lurched through the screen, tearing off the young Junior Officer's head, which collapsed with a thud on the floor, then dissapeared again through the screen. The computer subsequently continued spurting blood, but now the speakers were not needed to hear the Demon's foul laughter, and hunger for blood.

The Comm Officer had already sprinted away, screaming in horror, while the entire ship shook with the cries, "Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the throne of Bone! By Khorne, humanity shall perish!"

OOC: gotcha! do i hear a call for the Second Black CRUSADE!!!!!!!!!! YESSS!!!!!!!!

*Brood of Darkness Post* (Cause the mods wont revive it)

Draconis paced through the Presidential pallace. He glanced over at Tiberius, another angel gaurding the Palace. It was high security time, the Tarsonis fleets were out of Tarsonian Space, and the Brood had taken over security of the Nation. Stationed through out the Kingdom of Tarsonis, The brood was the first line of defense in invasion.

Draconis paused to look at a suit of armor. It was a chaos Blood Marine Armor from the Black Crusade. Tarsonis and Zaft had fought side by side and had been victorious forcing Garviel the Bloody back to Oblivion. Draconis was admiring the Armor when suddenly a call entered his thoughts. It was almost overwhelming "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE THRONE OF BONE!" Draconis used all the psyonic energy he could to suppress it till it was tolerable. Suddenly the BLood Marine armor came to life and Smashed through the glass. Draconis dove to the side blasting forth into his True form. Of The Six Winged Angel. His hair went pale blond, his eyes turning a light shade of gold and a helm appearing over his head with no eye holes yet he could see. 2 more pairs of wings grew from his back as his size grew to almost 8 feet tall. Greeves of Holy Steel appeared on his Feet along with a Platemail Chestplate. Arm Guards of Holy Steel with Gold Wiring along the length appeared on his forarm and he drew forth a Blade 5 feet long, and holy fire seared along its length. The Possesed armor seemed unphased as if it didnt notice him. Tiberius had transformed as well and stood on the opposite side. Probing the Armor's thoughts Draconis could see the demon behind the possesion. It was serpentine, with massive wings and eyes as red as rubys. Its laughter was filled with the echos of torment and the promise of pain. It spoke "All humanity shall PERISH. NONE SHALL STAND IN OUR WAY!"

With out waisting time, Draconis smashed his sword into the chestplate causing the whole suit to skid across the floor. "NONE SHALL STOP THE BLOOD GOD!!" Draconis stabbed his sword into the armor to make sure he had its attention. He spoke his voice resonating with Holy Enery. "Tell your master, He will not take this Verse ," THe demon laughed "and who are you to contest him?" Draconis realized that the connection was telepathic and thats why the demon did not fight back. He filled the Demons thoughts with his image. "I am DRACONIS! LEADER OF THE BROOD OF DARKNESS!" Finally the demon seemed to realize what he was dealing with.its last words in this meeting were hushed with a hint of fear "Angels......"

Draconis pulled his sword out of the suit of armor. He could tell the Demon had gone. Tiberius came up beside him his voice resonating with holy energy as well. "What was that?" Draconis just shook his head.

"An envoy from Oblivion...."

He picked up a radio and spoke into it to the Police Battle Ship in orbit around Korhal. "STSS KARDASIA Sound the Alarm, Oblivion hs returned."

Roger that Draconis, we had an incident up here involving a computer and two coms officers. Ones dead the others in theropy. There was blood everywhere. Im assuming you had an incident down there?"


"Aye a Blood marine Armor suit Coming to life."

Draconis changed frequencies. "Rapier, Come in Rapier"

Nicoli Rapier's drowzy voice came over the line obviously he had just woken up. "UGh....what time is it....JESUS! this had better be important."

"I need an audiance with Cerifis, the future of your nation depends on it."

OOC: ya for me this is going slowly, you see we want intel but we dont want to stir up a hornets nest.

Athrun boreded a transport to go through the galactic gate, by that time ZAFT had a large network between its bases and mobile galactic gates where going to start being fielded. When the gate folded space he was quickly on a small planet on the outer rim of ZAFT space. It took 3 trips to get there the network was large but easy to control incase one was taken over the link to the captured gate would be cut by the planets that connected to it to prevent enemy use. He stepped out of the transport and went to the barracks he walked up to the door "I'm looking for Jade salarus, is she here?" Athrun asked "yeah I'm here, I'm here what do you want, wait Athrun zala!!!?" she said with excitment, for any one it was a honor to even meet people like athrun let alone fight with them. Athrun pulled out some transfer papers and looked up "yes thats me, any way to business your being transfered to my special operations team congrats now pack your things we move out in twenty minutes to round up the others" he said before leaving the barracks "Well, well the rookie got lucky and gets stations with the legendary knight of Justice" came talk from one pilot, others joked "hey jade you going to try and sleep with him!? ha ha ha" one said, that guy ended up flying into the wall and would spend the next few days getting is spin fixed from the force of the kick. She gathered her gear and met up with Athrun "Alright were to next commander Zala?" she asked "Please just call me Athrun and we are heading for Tolanus to pick up another member, Then its off the the 4th Mobile Fleet in orbit above Zeffer" he said "I can acall you by your first name!!? any way lets get moving" she said before the two walked to the next transport.

wating for AB to post the attacks from the amazonian Fortress

"Enemy contacts in-system, All Batteries Fire, FIRE!"

The Defensive line let off a torrent of rockets and torpedoes, the projectiles sailing out towards the Tarsonis fleet, thousands of projectiles. Static cannons and Plasma Driver sentinels threw out heavy energy masses and electrified bolts towards the invaders, turbolaser cannons adding to the fray. The bioship armada stood right behind the static defenses, ready for any incursion to try and make it to the wall.
The main space station in orbit of Menoon charged its numerous Combine Cannons, throwing out combined power of massive energy beam pulses in the general vicinity of the Tarsonis fleet, for intimidation and spalsh damage of the radial damage of the massive weapons, fed by the electric energy of the planet below. The planet itself fueled the station, its dark energy seething in the cannons, hypertensing the energy releases.

Tolanus
12:36 zulu
ZAFT Military Base Northern continant

The two stepped from the transport "This place is hotter then a desert, remind me what command was thinking when they put a base here" Jade said. Athrun tured to her as they walked "I think its because they are slowly terraforming the planet it a more green place, to the best of my knowlage they have a southern continant already green and the tempature of the planet has cooled a few degrees because of it" he said as they made there way to the hanger "still way to hot in my opinion" she said "ya but not for the people stationed here" athrun then said as they walked in the hanger building "I'm looking for Matt Laplante is he here?" Athrun asked "Try area 7 thats were his suit is!" a man yelled down "thank you!" he said back before continueing on to area 7, when the two got there they saw a few people "Excuse me we are looking for Matt Laplante is he here?" Jade said. A person popped there head out of a cockpit "Ya thats me can I help you?" he asked as he came down to the ground. Athrun and Jade walked upto him "Your being transfered under my command pack your things we move out in 20" Athrun said "This is unreal Athrun Zala the famed Knight of Justice asking a rookie like me to join his team, I have to say sir its a honor" he said before saluting and going to get his things. About 15 minutes later Matt caught up with them "so where now? I'm going to guess Armory 9" Matt asked. "Nope, we still got people to pick up then we go to Armory one" Athrun said. They then went to the transport "Man how can you stand the heat on this planet?" Jade asked "every building has climate control so we keep cool" Matt said as he walked up to the transport "ah now I see" she said as she sat down.

STSS REVENGE


Merdica grabbed the railing as the Revenge shook hard. "Pull BACK DAMNIT!"
Two Waverunners exploaded under the heavy bombardment. Sir were out number 10 to 1.


Merdica sank into his seat as the ships pulled back out of range of the fortress. Hopelessly out numberd. Hyperdrives were failing. "RETURN FIRE! IF WE DIE WE DIE GLORIOUSLY!" The ships turn around and launched a massive volly targeting weapons systems and turrets.

"SIR! 4th battle fleet incoming along with the 2nd and 3rd tacs."

"GOOD!" Merdica was allive with the thrill of battle, they could stil win this fight.

OOC: Oh, Jolt is an ass...I typed up a message yesterday and it didn't even take...

IC: Fire came into the defensive line, eliminating several defensive screens. But the numbers of the defense were huge, mobile turrets shifting location to find better firing positions, sentinel organic positions spraying organic messes. The Station itself poured out murderous fire from its numerous combine cannons, fed from the dark energy of the planet. The bioships rushed forward as numerous spacial vortexes opened, more bioships emerging. The organic nightmares flared up their cannons, meteor launchers throwing out starfreighter-sized burning plasma as fighter-sized biocraft pulsed in with their electric plasma beam cannons, they lightning shots shooting out. The manned fleet of the Dominion stood back behind the defensive line, long-range artillery fire pulsing out like raindrops from the line of ships, spacial torpedoes and spread-effect rockets spraying at the Tarsonis ships, along with Combine fire and Static cannons throwing out weaponry.

4TH Mobile Fleet
10:00 zulu
ZBH-Echo

The three got off the transport from planet side and began to walk "you two better stay close you can get lost quickly on a Black Hammer" Athrun said " alright sir" Matt said. The three went up to the crew section then over to section 4 "Just how many people are on this ship?" Jade asked "the number varies depending on operations alot of systems are self controled alot of top secret tech is in this ship" Athrun said as the arrived at the right room, Athrun knocked on the door and a man came to the door "Well Athrun been a long time, who are the youngsters?" He said "Your new team mates, you are coming under my command" Athrun said as he handed over the paper work "working with kids again huh its going to be like the revolution all over again when you, me, kira and the others were on a team few the opening stages" the man said "Just who are you?" Jade asked "You haven't heard of me?, Your don't hear about war heros when your in training? man oh man as it changed it was something i had to learn when i went though the academy" he paused "I'm Commander Mu La Flaga" he said "Jade you don't know about him? what did you do sleep though a full hour of class every day?" Matt said "That might explain her narrow margin of passing the final exam" Athrun said "say what you want" she said "any way Mu do you know where the 9th Fleet is right now?" Athrun asked "Hmmm the 9th fleet? I think they are heading into port tomorrow at L7 let me check" he said as he moved to a console at his desk "yep L7, seems there deployment to sector Bravo Charlie just ended" Mu said as he started to pack his things "Bravo Charlie isn't that....." Matt said before Jade interupted "Where current ZAFT operation against blue cosmos are going on" she said. "so you did pay attention" Matt said giving a small laugh out. "well we can pick up a few others before going to L7" Athrun said. Mu finished packing several minutes later and they met up in the hanger and left for the galactic gate planet side.

The wave of forces sailed out towards the fleet. Bioships swarmed.
Merdica was alive with the thrill of battle. The blood in his body was hott and he was full of adrenaline. "Scramble all FIghters."

50000 wraiths and 40000 Valkary's screamed out the hangers of the carriars which in turn after hangers cleared raised their weapons platforms. Large platforms with extensive arrays of weaponry raised from the bowls of the ships. Wraiths straifed bioships as valkary's sliced them open with arm mounted beam sabors. missles slammed into ships as long rage cannons continued to target weaponry on the fortress.

"sir were being FLANKED!"

A segment of 40 or so bioships, had broken around the battle and had come to attak the left flank of the fleet.

"Shit Arm Port Torpedos."

The crews struggled to load torpedos into the port batteries. Unfortunatley there was no time. The bioships were about to slam into the left flank,

"Sir ships in attack range in ...5....4.....3....2.."


The ensign was interupted as a voice screamed over the subspace coms

OPEN FIRE!

Torpedos and rail gun fire slamed into the flanking bioships.

"What the?"

YOu sound confused Merdica

"Sir, Its admiral Lucien aboard the STSS FIREBLADE! THe 4th battle fleet has arrived with the 2nd and 3rd Tactical fleets."


100000 more wraiths and 90000 more valkaryies joined the fight as the new found carriars entered the fray.


Tarsonian ships now numbered in the thousands

Death had come to Amazonia. Their bioships were running into crossfire that left holes in the fire grid the size of a cheese graiter. BC's And Carriers weere laying down heavy longrange fire at the fortress while the battle stars covered both, launching thousands of tropedos. The Capital ships fired their Hyper Energy Cannons, only PK lasers were more powerful, they targeted ships and weapons placements smashing the battlements to pieces. The all 5 battle fleets had finally been assembled, 6 tactical fleets were also there, the 7th remained at Meridian 4 trying to contact Winters.
Tarsonis Logged planet Meridian 4

Kast walked through the foliage, as leader of the Mornarians and 1st in command of the Seven he was the most powerful man in Tarsonis. The other 6 were spread out. They had found a small hut deep in the jungle and had moved in to investigate.

Kast looked through his magnalense. A speeder was parked outside the hut, but no smoke from a chimney and no sign of movement was inside. He clicked on his radio. "cover me"

"Roger echo 1"

"Coppy that"

Kast silently ran accross the clearing keeping low to the ground as humanly possible. He scrambled up to the hut pressing his back against the wall. Drawing his beam sabor he flicked it on as he kicked the door in.


OOC:ps heres my fleet standings

Flaghship: STSS Revenge.
750 Behemoth class BC's
500 Alexander class BC's
350 Hyperion class Bc's
550 Hunter Killer Class Battlestars.
300 Capital ships.
500 UltimaX carriars
440 mornarian class Ultima Carriars
4000 Corsair intercepter Frigates
5250 Valkarious missle Frigates
2000 Wave runner intercepter Frigates.
600,000 Wraith Fighters.
400,000 Valkary fighters.
50,000 dropships. (they dont really count as combat ships, they have no weaopons.)
2,000 Medical Frigates(weapons discared to make room for more space to hold patients.

600,000 wraith pilots.
100,500 Dropship pilots(2 per DS)
400,000 mornarian pilots
750 million crew members.
400 thousand medical personel

Ignore Cannon Firing

um.......wha?

you know what, Lets just retcon this thread, now that the 2nd Black crucade has started

even so Tarsonis he is ignoring because of your numbers, its over kill we would have to god mod to put up a fight.

i told him i was gonna hit him hard with everything and despite appearances he still has the upper hand. I cant go around and he has his gianormus space fortress. ...but w.e yeah i can see how this would be tuff.

well look at it this way both of you field your entire fleets who ever looses is screwed over and the winner will be so weak he cant do any thing. so if you both lost a massive fleet like that you would be so weak i could walk in and raise my flag on all your planets with the smallest opposition.

nope i still got the brood lol....but yeah just retcon the thread its all good.