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Silence moved through space, engulfing planets and moving through star-systems. Space was usually a silent place, but this was different. Wherever this silence passed, animals became quiet and hesitant. As it swept through a small star-system at the edge of the galaxy, it encountered a small planet, with large forests, many animals, and seemingly no intelligent life. It swept past it, then stopped, turned, came back, and started encircling the planet. As it did so, it cautiously removed itself from the rest of the galaxy and concentrated on the planet. Then, the silence was shattered, like a vase hitting the floor. It exploded into millions of voices, all talking at the same time. All of them together, formed an immensly old and dark voice. It said:" Finally!"
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3 days later

Captain Gerárd stood on the command bridge of the HMS Excalibur, an Asfaltum Royal Devastator, and looked out from a side window. Not that there was much to look at, since the ship had just entered slip-stream. He was currently the second-in-command of an exploration group that, apart from his own ship, consisted of 2 Torpedo-class Destroyers (the HMS Virtue and the HMS Warhammer), 1 Heavy Carrier (the HMS Spartacus), and 1 Submarine-class Cloaked Torpedo ship (the HMS Predator). They had been ordered to investigate a certain dimensional anomaly that had been detected 3 days ago, and that apparently was worrying high-command. Rumor had it, that certain counsellors (Asfaltums jedi-warriors) had heard voices or felt a disturbance of some sort.

After having traced the anomaly to a distant part of the galaxy, a small exploration group had been assembled and placed under the command of 4 men, which Gerárd was now scrutinizing in the reflection of the window.
Strategorum was a senior counsellor with a white beard. One of the best counsellors Asfaltum had, and lethal with a light-sabre.
Maximus was a young, slightly bearded, man in black body-armor, with 2 laser-guns strapped to his thighs and a light-sabre in his belt.
Farenhigh was a young man with long, straight blond hair and somewhat pointed ears. He was wearing dark green body-armor, and wielded a ancient-looking high-powered sniper-rifle.
Argin was a very short man with a large beard, who like eating and arguing. He never let go of his large energy-blade battle-axe.
Gerárd shrugged. "This might actually be interesting..." he thought.

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For the Sphere, it was a time of replete pride, more of much the same as usual, but a hint of uncertainty was within much of the populace of the Sphere Alliance and Guardianship. The war against the Dark Eternals was still only four years old, the Confederacy Alliance was struggling to get it's sister realms in the Corseria and Columbia Superclusters on their mutual feet, whispers that the Gaian parent realm was too aggressive due in part to outside rumormill made for further uneasiness.

On top of it all, the Excellency himself was down as of late. Unsaid it was the passing of the GrandFather, but word wasn't getting out that something equal in tragic note had occured at that same passing. Attempts to understand were rebuffed due to the tender nature of the subject. Sphere citizens didn't push to hard into the matter, not the type of beings they all mutually were.

A sense that a 'bland' air and a leveling off of the nature of the Sphere, despite all it's miracles, was growing pervasive, infectious. It was a time that the realm felt.... uneasy... to summarize it up into a mere word. However it was times like this that events would begin to occur to start shaping the next step of destiny for the empire-republic.

Something the imaginative types of the citizenry couldn't imagine.

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*Three days prior....

Tsunami's World, Core Republic Realm*

Meditating in a standard fare shrine complex, a single elder individual that had long since become endeared to the Council Family, sat in quiet daily mediation, daily as impressive after two centuries after journeying to Foundation along with the rest of the blokes that comprised the Volunteers.

Lord Yosho wasn't the type to sweat anything these days. Seeing enough before hand, before Foundation and the Four Ages after/current of the Sphere did enough to weather the elder, who chose to remain elder in look despite age neutralizing medical sciences.

He kept true to himself, his mediation kept that in mind. Being the head of the Shinto Sect Orders for the empire-republic, allowed him to help remind the youthful pups of this reminder, that to look past what was in front of one's nose, made for a nose that could be cut off due to carelessness.

It was a trademark saying. The thousands of shrine keepers left in his learned wake only helped spread such things further.

It left him on beautiful blue sky days like this, the mountainside of the teal drop, where six waterfalls flowed around the large shrine complex, set amidst the same mountain of Teal, to listen to nature take it's course.

However it was all 'focus', to listen for other things, set in the nature of places not usually seen as 'nature'. Subspace, realities, mere emptiness. Listened to carefully, and whispers could be heard from anything, and learned from.

However on this particular day, his hearing got too well noted of something that was 'meaning' to be heard.

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......................'Finally'......................

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It wasn't a word persay, as he sensed this striking ripple in... something... it was more like a whisper that simpyl garnered attention despite otherwise, even for the most disciplined.

Yosho opened his eyes, not moving other than a slight lowering of his head. The wind flows by with a few leaves. His voice melds into it....

"So it is..."

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*Three days later...*

It wasn't lost, on the billions of various psy sensitive types, from the apex of the Council and Hiakri Users, to the lowest of Arkath and Jedi Padawan. Even the bare potential of those for psy ability afinity sensed 'something' that day.

And it had a vector, something with a beacon after some cautious investigation by the Trees. As such, Aleaic ordered a standard two ship patrol, two Mablin`nor`sur Destroyer TreeShip patrol to investigate. Leaving Emerald Treeship Grand Docks, the Patrol arrive in the MWCG to get an inital bearing on where to go.

Lady Taius, noted for her striking resemblance to a younger Lady Yurika due to the Tenkawa bloodhouse line trait, commanded with an assorted crew, assisted by Jedi Master Tatu-Sar, the head of the Sphere Jedi Order, and the Avian Lord Arkarth First Lord Kan`san himself. The two high elder Force users assigned due to the 'uncertainty' of the situation.

With them meanwhile were newly assigned crew members Aison and Harp, both fresh out of the Academy on their first assignment for a year long operational cruise before returning for further education in other areas of the Sphere. Newly married as well meant they had the choice of assignment mutually given, a risk on warships that could easily see combat, but good morale was considered of great import on Sphere vessels, within proper conduct guidelines anyway. (PDA while on duty for example.. tch...)

The Arus and Gwon arrive in MWCG space, just outside Destiny Confederacy Republic space. The young commander looking out the vast, uninterrupted viewports plainly.

She commented over.. "Wonder what we will find."

Tata-Sar stood to her left as they arrived on station. He shrugged... "Whatever the Force guides for us. All else is a guess for now."

"~ Plainly put.. ~" ..comes the rougher voice of the Arkarth Master. "~ ...but concured. ~"

Lady Taius just sighs. "You two need to learn to argue more." ..and just get's plain looks back at her from them both.

Off the side, the two other mentioned participants, archeological trainees also acting as Sensor-Techs just eye their consoles. Harp offers looking over.. "What do you think we'll find."

Aison just shrugs. "Dunno... maybe something shiny."

Harp just giggles, as the crews begin scanning for a heading to head towards.

Captain Gerárd observed the tactical hologram-display. They had just exited slip-stream, and found themselves in the outscirts of a small star-system. Initial scans showed a small planet with apparent vegetation, and they were now heading towards it. Strategorum touched his beard thoughtfully. "I sense that we aren't the only ones here... be carefull..." he said. Maximus, Farenhigh and Argin simply looked at each other, and then started checking their weapons without a word.

OOc: Jolt really, really sucks. This is the third time I have written this post, and each other time it has failed.
Ic:
*Three Days Earlier*
A rich, baritone voice rang out in the council hall.
"Yes, but that is not the problem. We have three council members missing, and..."
A voice coming from what had to be a very old man spoke.
"Shh."
"What?"
"Shut up."

Finally.

The Hall was silent as the 10 members of the council sat around, contemplating the voice.

"Well, who here thinks we should send a Nascent, an X-1 Dreadnaught, and a few Positronic Frigates?"

"I had come to that same conclusion."
"I also."
"And I."

"Alright then. Send the order."

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*Three Days later*
A young man was appearently raging at what seemed to be at first glance his father, a wise, somewhat elderly man.
"Damnit, why do I have to go?"
But, after looking for awhile, one could see that it was more of a master-disciple relationship.
"Because you were told to. Now go."
The younger said and said,
"Alright. But, if anything goes bad it's your fault."
"Agreed. Now go out and do your damn job."
The younger shook the elder's hand and walked away.

The younger was the Nascent Planeswalker Gerard De'Savil, and the elder was the LeShay, Draco Luciferius, First Commander of the Imperial Guard.
Gerard had been Draco's disciple in the art of battle and war for more than 300 years. All had great respect for both Draco and Gerard for defeating the Tarrasque, a giant monster rampaging across a world.

Gerard arrived at a giant hanger bay aboard a medium-sized Dreadnaught. An X-1. One of three modern class battleships that carried biological entities.

Three Positronic Frigates, as big as the X-1, floated over in space. The frigates, basically large rectangular boxes with bumps and other things sticking out over the surface, glowed blue from the combined energy shields.

Gerard approached a stately looking man, probably in his early 40's, late 30's. He had short, red hair and glowering blue eyes. Gerard approached the man and said, "Are you Captain Derek Smith?" The man turned and nodded. "Yes I am. And you are Nascent Planeswalker Gerard De'Savil?" Gerard nodded and asked, "How are the loading coming?" Derek sighed and scratched his neck.
He said "All in all, not to well. This is the newest ship, hot off the assembly line and full of bugs. I've got an amatuer crew, bad liuetenants, and you." Gerard half-smiled and said, "What's wrong with me?"

"Well, for starters, I know that you're close to gathering the amount of souls you need for the transformation. Second, you're still a Planeswalker, even if you are Nascent, so you have a enourmous ego, and if I am correct, in this universe, or at least this galactic quadrant, Planeswalkers from our nation have been the cause of 34 wars, mainly over petty squabbles that ended up with the Planeswalker destroying several now extinct species," Derek sighed and continued, "Including one species of incredibly beautiful females who out numbered us seventy-four to one and whose idea of war was having sex with the other side to death. They were also all bisexual."

Gerard laughed. "That's actually a myth. They only out-numbered us sixty-two to one." He walked away laughing. Derek only shook his head and continued his business.

Twenty-three minutes later, impossible as it seems, the ships launched into orbit and took of in WarpSpace.

From the bridge off his ship, Derek could only see writhing red shapes outside the window. "Corporal, how many hours until destination?" He asked. A corporal wearing a blue uniform with red stripes typped in some numbers, and finally said "Five hours and twenty six minutes sir." Derek nodded and sat down in the control chair. "Good. Full speed ahead and keep course."

They continued making sensor scans as they moved through the system, and finally stopped in front of a small planet, covered with vegetation, but with no seeming evolved life. So on, so forth...

OOC: Basically I'm just waiting for you guys to arrive :p

The ships blasted out of WarpSpace.

In the X-1 (or the Urza as it was affectionately known), Captain Smith stood looking at a screen. It displayed tactical charts, ship reports, coverage, etc. Suddenly, a face came on the screen. It was Gerard's. "Captain, have the frigates fan out and and search the system. I want you to check out the planets in this system and see if any are habitable for any known races."

Derek thought for a moment and said, "Corporal, have the frigates fan out and search the system." he said to the man at the communication station. Derek then turned to the man at the "Terraform" Station and said "Scan the system for planets habitable for any known races."

The man saluted and quickly typped in buttons.

Hmm... only two participants doesn't make for a good RP... I'm declaring this thread dead... :rolleyes: