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OOC: For my buddies here, we have a mixture of options, you can either have someone on the bridge planning this or simply sitting there in that big ass fleet of yours.

A swirl of the tactical layout revealed a large planet cluster in detail. "Focus in on sector five." Some voice demanded from the mass of officers and assembled admirals. "As we can all see very clearly, these worlds here." A finger began moving around the layout. "Here and here, all intercept the proposed and necessary hyperspace lanes from the Tylis Achorage to Allied Imperial space. We need to take them. Focus in again on the priority worlds." The holo-image distorted and reshaped into a refined map.

"We have, at least three known worlds to contend with, all we believe belonging to some creed of humanoids that are on a relatively low technological par to Imperial might. As such, the emperor has requested that we use this opportunity to train our forces in unity, corporation, and conquest. Usually in times such as these I would bore you with needless tactical outlines and operational details, but here, it is not required. Our estimates theorise that their defences will hold for no more than two hours, with intelligence already relaying that the enemy is currently embroiled in conflict."

"Their forces will therefore undoubtedly be on very high alert, they will see us coming commander." Tarkin stepped forward hands clasped tightly behind his back. Overshadowing him, outside the bridge several Fedral ships warped into being, taking their place by assembled Telrosian, Huntarian, and Imperial fleets. "Thankfully, I have already seen to masking our approach. The Huntarians will be using large scale cloaking emitters, we will mask our forces and arrive seemingly instantly within enemy territory. Once their defences are destroyed, we are to offer them a chance to surrender and join with the empire. If that is refused, then.... we cannot be held responsible for further actions." All thoughts turned upon the Chronosian Imperium. "And gentleman, please remember that this is only a beginning, the emperor assures me that your thirst for conquest shall be quenched long before the year is out."

"It goes against everything I have ever worked for! This is against the Accords! This is against the oath I swore to you! I may be the last damned man loyal to the Starfederation, but no! I'll not carry these orders out."

His emaciated, weak form pulled itself up from a chair. Golheas looked at the Minister - one of the few he had thought loyal. He weakened with every passing day. The Order had said they would provide a cure - or at least a forestallance of the corrosion of his body, until the prophecy of the Sovereign came to pass.

Standing on trembling legs, he spoke. "You.. will not.. will not obey?"

"No, Tyrant. I will not."

"Very.. well. Go.."

With that, Golheas raised one hand, pointing towards the door.

"No, sir! I demand to know why you are doing this?"

"Why? Why?!"

"Yes, Tyrant. I will know the truth, even if I have to lay hands on your person to do so!"

A flash of blue-black, and the man lay dead in front of his chair. Golheas sunk back into the comfortable seat, keenly aware of the price his new powers were exacting on his body.

"Because I can, fool."

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"Grand Moff Tarkin. I am Sashiar, representative of the Kingdom of the Sovereign - known to the uninformed as the Starfederation. My lord Golheas sends you his well-wishes, and, alongside them, a fleet. Four thousand of the Kingdom's capital ships, as well as two of our dreadnoughts - a fleet sufficient to serve your will adequately in all things, no doubt."

He bowed, and his image flickered off the bridge. Around them, ships began appearing out of the inky void, seemingly from a darker, stranger, place. It was the largest committment the Starfederation had ever made - the freeing-up of its two most vulnerable borders, the two it shared with Imperial nations, had made it more powerful than ever.

The two dreadnoughts were two of four - each were worth five hundred ships on their own, no doubt. Almost every ship in the Starfederation that could be brought without fear of leaving home defenseless had been - it would aid the Empire in a display of power, the likes of which had never before been seen..

The bridge of the Olympus was quiet as it worked at its usual furious and efficient pace. The crew new their jobs well and did them without glancing up from time to time in fear in what had become to be known as "Vader Syndrome" as an officer's boots marched above their heads between the two crew pits. They had spent the last three years getting use to their new commander, ever since the banishment of Grand Admiral Thrawn to Wild Space; yet she was almost as tough a task master as he.

Captain Innicus marched smartly up to the lithe, uniformed woman who stood at the head of the bridge looking out into space. Shining red hair fell like a waterfall across her back and the stiff admiral's uniform could not keep her beautiful form from being hidden. Captain Innicus however had grown inured to his commander's looks.

"Admiral," Innicus snapped his feet together at attention, "We've reached our demarcation point."

The hair flashed as Admiral Daala turned to look at her adjutant. "Is the fleet ready?"

"The fleet is in position ma'am, we wait only your command," replied Captain Innicus. His gaze slipped passed Admiral Daala and into space. There off the port side of the Executor-class Super Star Destroyer was a host of ships, the creme of 3rd and 4th fleets assembled. Acclamator assault ships, Victory Star Destroyers, Lancer Frigates, Jacobin Cruisers, Imperial Star Destroyers, Venator II Star Destroyers, and a literal mob of support vessels and patrol craft.

Admiral Daala nodded. She had kept thinking of refusing the command of this operation...but then that had been before Emperor Treize had informed her of the man who had presented the idea and would undoubtably be commanding it, Grand Moff Tarkin. Daala had had a rush of excitement, but it had died just as quickly as it had begun. Their old relationship was over. There were more important things to be considering now that the Galactic Empire had become even stronger.

"Alert all commanders, and prepare for the jump to light speed," ordered Daala.

Captain Innicus turned on his heel and followed his orders. The deck officers called out orders and the crew doubled their efforts. The fleet, numbering in the hundreds, prepared itself.

"On my mark," Innicus spoke into the wide-band com, "5...4...3...2...1...mark."

With the flare of engines and unheard roar of flames the entire fleet left their rally point on the fringe of Thrashian space and began their journey.

An old man in a gray suit exited from the turbolift and entered a darkened throne room where at the very far end corner sat a big black smooth chair facing away from him facing a window what resembled the window of a Tie Fighter. His hair was short, and face almost a stern pale tan. He straightened his suit and walked on forward toward the chair with a datapad in his hand and he waited.

"I told you to wait on the command ship until the construction is complete Grand Admiral Heromath," came the voice in front the chair.

Heromath bowed his head, "sir, the preparations are completed and on time. The shield stations have been refitted as ordered."

"Yes I know," the chair slowly turned around facing the old Grand Admiral revealing a hunched, wrinkled old man, "you have done well. Palpatine would be pleased with the construction."

"My Lord, what shall we do about our over all fleet defenses? Without the shield stations to prevent the enemy from coming too close to us..."

"The Axial Cannon Platforms and Torpedo Platforms will fill in the main defenses of this massed fleet and will provide excellent targets for the enemy. You designed them yourself if my memory serves."

The old man nodded, "correct as usual Emperor... I shall use them to my tactical advantages. Anything else sir?"

"Send in most of our fleet. 4000 strong should do the trick unless Grand Moff Tarkin feels it to be too large otherwise. You're dismissed Heromath."

The Grand Admiral politely bowed, and exited the room, finally, some fresh kill... He smiled to himself thinking of his past battles of victory and conquest of the Huntarian Republic. Finally, things were starting to become more interesting. Targets besides his own brethren.


To: Grand Moff Tarkin
From: Grand Admiral Heromath

Your requests have been constructed and are ready for this grand assault. We will rendezvous with your fleet and the rest of our allies before we begin our assault unless you have any objections or other requests in the meantime.

Signed,
Grand Admiral Heromath, commanding officer of the Huntarian Empire Navy

On board the command ship, amongst the men and women who stood near the commander and gazed at the map, a hologram stood. He wore the crisp uniform of Admiral, with the stars and shoulder boards that held the four stars which showed off his rank. Though he had only four stars, he was considered a five-star Admiral in the Federation navy. Wearing the black coat and pants, with the white hat that was perked slightly to the side, Admiral Carson Edwards stood , rippling as the hologram flickered now and then, holding a piece of wood and carving it absentmindedly as he listened to the Sithian commander speak and detail the situation to them. This operation had been greeted with great enthusiasm by the Federation, albeit by some democratic Senators who quieted down when the Vice-President got involved. The Sky Marshal himself had ordered Edwards to get a fleet together. And make it big, the Galactic Empire was going for power and they needed to prove themselves on the galactic stage. Though they were powerful, in their own way, they were new, and despite their induction into the GE which gave them significant protection, other nations would look down on them. Unified Sith had sent the Sky Marshal a message with some....suggestions. That he bring a significant fleet and not to worry about seeming small to other nations, they knew of their size and how much they could wield. Besides, they would be able to prove themselves worthy many times over, they just needed to be in for the long haul. Even if they hadn't wanted it, they wouldn't have had a choice anyways, responsibility came with being in an alliance. The Admiral gazed at the planets, thinking. Who would take each planet and what would their objectives be? This was the main question on his mind. He wasn't the second-in-command of the Navy, with Fleet Admiral Harper battling the Demons off in Atlantian space, for nothing. The Sky Marshal would have come himself, but he was only allowed if it was a situation that threatened the nation, which this wasn't.....yet.

He paused when a Lieutenant walked up to him. "Sir, sensors indicating the arrival of the Starfederation." A stunned looked went over the Admiral's face. When had they joined the Galactic Empire? It would have been against everything they stood for, what happened to.....The thought trailed off as he thought about it and then smirked. "You crafty bastards, thank god I am on your side." But still, even this they would have balked at....something was going on in their nation but for the moment, it benefited them and he was not going to rock the boat, so to speak.

"Thank you for informing me, on your way, Lieutenant." He saluted, which the officer returned and then left. Edwards turned his attention back to the meeting. Seeing that they were done, he began speaking. "Gentleman, it is good to see you all here for this little war we all have planned here. I am glad you called upon my nation for this, because simply, I was getting sick and tired of paperwork." He let the slight ripple go through the assembled persons before continuing. "I like the idea of cloaking, bypassing system defenses. As much as I like a fight, I would rather move on to something that would really hurt them. Which brings me to my first question. We are hitting these three planets, due to their proximity to the Empire. So, I must ask, who is hitting what planet, and who is doing which jobs? LIke bombarding the defenses, engaging the fleet. We have plenty of ships, but we do want everyone to get a piece of the action." He finished, waiting for a response, the only sound coming from him was of his knife carving into the wood in his hand. All around him was the fleet he had requisitioned from SICON. A full complement of five hundred and sixty ships. Ten massive Eagle-class Carriers, each one surrounded by six Zeus-class Dreadnaughts, a total of sixty in all. Fifteen Dragon-class Battlecruisers supplemented the major firepower of the fleet, as well as serve as the bastion in case things went awry. Along with them, came one hundred and twenty-five Warlock-class Heavy Destroyers, one hundred and fifty Rodger Young-class Cruisers and a stunning two hundred Valley Forge-class Corvettes. It was a show of might indeed, as this was a major portion of the Federation navy, along with it's complements of M.I. troopers, ready to be used at a moments notice.

"I would hope that the Emperor would not leave us thirsting for more before these battles are over. You say they shall fall in a year? There is almost no point in engaging them if it shall be that short a time till victory is ours!" A cackle of bemused laughter left the lips of Achaeus, Cabot's First Captain and his chosen agent for this meeting.

"Be assured that the Warmaster himself, my most merciless Lord Cabot, has pledged forces currently garrisoning the Charybdis Sub-Sector capital of Zanthus. The Emperor himself has sworn legions in his name to this grand endeavor. We shall not fail in our duties as the Warmasters of the Empire" Achaeus had grinned, white feral teeth set in his battle-scarred features, his eyes frantic, almost manic.

He was a devotee of the Blood God, his red armor edged in brass and bronze and iron spoke well-enough of that, an eager and stalwart warrior, a disciple and war and combat in every bloodstained form. He had been sent to negotiate Chronosian intervention, pending the resolution of other affairs. The Warmaster could not leave Zanthus, too busy was he forging anew his alliances to conquer that entire swathe of Space, with Remiel detained at Chronosia Prime organising thr very musters of which Achaeus had been sent to speak of.

At his side their idled a robed figure, an Imperial Tactician, clutching a skin-bound tome, a copy of Cabot's Arts of Conflict.

"If I might interject, noble Thrawn. We Chronosians can commit significant ground forces to the Campaign. While tactical use of Astartes can paralyse our foes, we can also utilise massed Guard and other infantry-types loyal to the Emperor to hammer our enemies into submission. The might of the Imperial Army matches that of the Imperial Navy in that our enemy cannot hope to match our limitless numbers.

In the end it ultimately becomes a testament to the skill of those who wield our esteemed forces."

From the dark depths of the warp appeared suddenly a currently small Wanderjarian Fleet. Unsure of the reasoning for their summoning by the Emperor's personal letters, the Lord of Wanderjar saw it as fitting that a small, however powerful force be sent with all due haste to inquire as to the purpose. This task force, consisting of one Titan Class Battle Barge, three Retribution Class Battleships, two Grand Cruiser Avengers, and five Gothic Class Cruisers. This fleet was led by Admiral Fredrick Goering, a Commander of the belief that to command through "love" by his troops was the most important. He was the ultimate "Soldier's General". As he stood tall on the bridge of his Command ship, he called up Grand Moff Tarkin on his view screen.

"Greetings," he announced, "I apologize for a lack of formality....and the lack of our true strength. However, Lord Baker wishes to inquire as to the reasoning of this meeting before we contribute mass legions of forces, or especially the Astartes. So could we ask for the reasoning of our summoning?"

The congress of tacticians and admirals stood paused for a moment while some nameless officer whispered in the ear of Moff Tarkin. "Excuse me gentleman." He bowed his head momentarily. "I have several communications to deal with, I will be back with you in a moment."

"Grand Moff Tarkin. I am Sashiar, representative of the Kingdom of the Sovereign - known to the uninformed as the Starfederation. My lord Golheas sends you his well-wishes, and, alongside them, a fleet. Four thousand of the Kingdom's capital ships, as well as two of our dreadnoughts - a fleet sufficient to serve your will adequately in all things, no doubt."

"Open a transmission." On the bridge of Sashiars warship a small holo-projection of Admiral Tarkin would manifest itself, hands clasped behind its back, nose pointed and rigid, and voice succinct and exact. "Welcome Sashiar, may I formally say that it is good to finally meet you, and your kingdoms new forces of the empire. Let me say, that in todays excursion of nobility we will forge a bond between our peoples that will never be broken. We have begun preliminary battleplans, I am uploading the order packets now." The mini holo-projection began inputting directives in a data pad. "I look forward to seeing the fruits of our most recent union."

Tarkin turned to a bridge console and gifted a telling glance. "Opening a channel with the Thrashians now Admiral."

Tarkin frowned and kept his icy composure. Rigid as a bulkhead he opened the transmission to Admiral Daala. "Admiral Daala." He said fondly. "Welcome to the emperors little excursion." His head turned away from the projector. "I have your orders here, prepare to receive a datapacket. I trust that you are finding your new command suitable?" His tone rose slightly marking curiosity. "But there will be plenty of time to.... talk, once this conflict is resolved." The Admiral disappeared from the holo pad.

"Who is next?"

"The Huntarians Admiral."

"Ahhh yes." Tarkin sighed as age slowly got the better of him. "Put them through. Grand Admiral." Tarkin exclaimed in a more jovial tone. "May I say it is a pleasure to talk to you." The Moffs eyes widened as someone off the projector shared some.... news. "Admiral I'm afraid I must keep this brief, I am uploading your order packets immediately, however I must make a quick departure, I have just received news that the emperor himself will be arriving. I must make all the necessary preparations." He strode off the platform.

Tarkin walked stiffly towards the Hyperlift. "First Captain Achaeus. Prepare your men, the emperor is coming here momentarily." The doors of the lift closed and the Moff made his way to greet his emperor.

"Tsunade-sama." A Shinobi arrived with a document. "Transmission from our sources within the Empire."

"Oh?" Tsunade, Master Medic-nin, Hokage of the Konoha people, and member of the High Council, looked up from her paperwork. "Let me see."

"Yes, ma'am."

Tsunade read the document with a frown. "So, the Empire's gearing up for another row with someone. Unfortunately, there's no idea of who or what is being attacked, and little better on the composition. I pity whoever's under the gun. Notify our allies and have our sources keep an eye on this. Try to find out who's being attacked."

"Aye, Hokage-sama." The ninja disappeared the way all ninjas do, with a little poof of smoke.

Tsunade sighed. "Well, another day, another invasion. I think I'll let Daniel know of this development...after my paperwork's done."

An entire legion lay assembled within the Executors vast hanger bay, on one side stood terminator warriors of the Imperium, on the other an assembled sortie of storm troopers and officers each spaced just far enough apart to allow the emperor access to his warship. The shuttle had docked mere moments ago, the angelic wings of the craft folding upwards to allow the ramp to descend. Imperial red robes flowed through the escaping exhaust of the sublight engines while behind them the Imperial advisory council followed. Tarkin bowed on one knee, as before him the emperor slowly descended the ramp.

His figure was crooked and hunched, his withered face what you could see of it revealed a peeling and dying flesh, twisted and sagging below pale yellowed eyes. "Rise." Palpatine croaked revealing an array of blackened pointed teeth.

"Emperor, it is an honour to have you here." Tarkin said first and foremost without trying to stare at his lieges obvious physical deterioration. A cost of power Tarkin confided in himself, and with each passing day Palpatine thirsted for more.

"Ahhh First Captain Achaeus, a humble servant of the Imperium, and true warrior." Tarkin attempted to remain oblivious the emperors words. "I trust your crusade went well in the cluster? I have heard reports of vanquished worlds, and.... defeated foes. I hope that it has not left you empty of the thirst for war?" The emperor continued to hobble along the hanger, slowly, and purposefully dwarfed by the genetically enhanced warrior beside him. "And do you find, the arrangements of my admirals suitable captain. Sadly their most recent histories have been marked by defeat and failure." The emperor spat the last word with contempt.

Achaeus bowed his head lightly in reverence. "The Lord Warmaster advances well, forging new allies within Charybdis with which to smite the unbeliver/ The spoils of that conflict shall not be denied to the Empire, I assure you, Lord." He smiled, turning towards the tactical map.

"Personally..." He continued towards the map, glancing at the images, brushing a hand upon them, failing to hesitate or remark upon Palpatine's physical state. "The use of Chronosian might is well advised, though I would make specific tactical choices in terms of legions. The Admiral is too general, I fear, when examining the tools of war. Huntaerian, Federal....Would he not be better to commit certain ship classes and warriors to specific campaigns.

One cannot remain seperate from the waging of war. He must feel it, know it, taste it on his tongue. To divorce oneself from war itself, and to ponder too long over maps and charts is to invite death. We must cut the sinews of the enemy, crippling their infastructure with diversionary assaults, lodging into their flesh, while we decapitate them.

The prey which does not move is far easier to kill, my Lord."

Admiral Daala followed in the wake of the towering Chronosian Astartes and Emperor Palpatine. She glanced occasionally at Tarkin, but other than that gave him no special regard. As Admiral of the Thrashian Empire, she had a duty to serve his Excellency in all things.

"Emperor Treize would agree with you on that First Captain," interjected Daala, "in the tactical use of certain resources. Though I must ask, impudent and impatient as I may seem, what our course shall be from this point on in this campaign? Even as I speak now my main force has staged itself in a nearby system, called Icarus, and are prepared to assault it. His Excellency has even given me command of a large detachment of the 501st Clone Legion for this campaign."


Icarus System

Commodore Niel Marcellus, commander of Admiral Daala's 1st Attack Group, watched as his ships deployed into battle lines. Directly under his command were 30 Imperial Star Destroyers, 19 Victory Star Destroyers, 40 Venator II Star Destroyers, 90 Acclamator Assault Ships, and a large assortment of patrol and supply craft, as well as frigates to support them. It was enough for any large scale invasion against a heavily defended system.

Thus far however, much to Marcellus' disappointment, no enemy force had been found in the orbiting space of the Icarus system. Three planets however were inhabited by groups of humans and other humanoid aliens. Their technological level was high enough that usual doctrine called for a massive fleet bombardment to completely destroy all military targets and then land troops in a cake-walk.

"But," Marcellus said to himself,"The Admiral didn't ask for a cake walk."

He turned from his view port and faced his aide-de-camp, Lieutenant Greenwald. The young officer stood at stiff attention and stared into the distance, seeming to be attentive to anything Marcellus might say or do. He was eager to please, apparently.

"Lieutenant, see to it that the legion commanders are informed of their targets. We'll be assaulting the first planet at 2200 hours. I want to see if those army bastards are as strong as they brag about."

"Aye sir," replied Lieutenant Greenwald. He smiled inwardly at the jest and then turned on his heel to carry out his orders.

"Oh, and Greendwald," called Marcellus, causing Greenwald to screech to a halt, "See to it that the commanders know that we have no real room, nor orders, to take prisoners."

"I'll see to it sir. I am sure the men will be eager."

"They usually are, since they were bred for it."

Admiral Alexi grinned gently, his lips burling up to revel his finely brushed white teeth, his eyes panned out of a large view port in to the darkness of space, his black gloved Hands pressing against the arms of his chair, he gently sighed the scar running across his eye, he chuckled gently his hands clenching his armrests.

The Federal Fleet sat in wait for there orders,the ships gently glimmered for a split second in the soft light peering from the darkness of space. the massive 500 ship fleet swarmed in tanduim with its allies the Grey gleaming mass of ships shimmered ever so gently in and out of normal space its engines moving them with there allies. Alexi sighed gently his hands twiddling as they grasped each other, he had a channel open to the tactical discussion he would add what ever he saw fit to it via comn. his fleet was equipped with advanced phased cloaks nothing any on had ever seen before. he smiled a bit his greenish blue eyes shimmering in the utilitarian light of the bridge as he peered out and focused in to the vastness of space.

Alexi had never liked to be with in any public view, he liked to work behind close doors and close curtains , there was more to the tall dark haired green blue eyed admiral than met the eye, he rarely appeared at any tactical meetings, even ones with the empire, his open comn signal was sort of an appearance for him, or so he considered, he was very mischievous his thoughts always filled with new ways of gaining favor and power with in the military industrial complex. he smiled as he listened in pondering of what to say, crimson squadron members had always been shady even by most other comparisons, the clear line of good and evil was never there for them, not many out side the squadron knew this. Alexi greatly admired the Chronosia war machine and its usurpers, he thinks in his head they are a wonderful if not ironic at times Force that benefits his country and the empire as a whole. he gently let loose a small breath from his mouth, his bearded face merely shimmering a little as it let go of the breath.

OOC: A note to Telros - our new thread for doing stuff is here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12388576#post12388576).

OOC: posted HT.

Palpatine drew a quick breath, his balance shaking slightly before he looked up in greater detail. "I agree completely with your assessment of the situation." The emperor turned to both Thrashian and Chronosian. "My officers too easily fall into overconfidence, it will be their undoing." A tempered breath followed, this time much deeper, more sinister than the previous shallow gasps for life. "The attack force will split up into three primary campaigns. Federation and Starfederation forces will attack this system here. The Chronosians, Thrashians, Huntaerians and primary Imperial forces will strike here at the heart of this loose alliance of worlds. Asfaltum...." Palpatines voice quivered for a moment. "Someone. ... fetch me a chair." The emperor continued oblivious to the several officers scrambling at his command. Though he was aware of one thing, the fact that all now knew how close he was to death. For some it would provide great swathes of hope, others pangs of regret and loss at the possibility of a dynasties demise.

"The Fedral forces......" The emperor paused. "Will certainly be better used in attacking this system here, with assistance from our new found allies from this very Galaxy." A wry chuckle escaped at the novelty of tearing an entire realm apart from within. "I want the order passed out to all forces assaulting the Assfaltum confederation, there is to be no use of orbital weapons. I want it intact." The emperor turned towards his closest allies. "I trust that the Chronosian legions will have their fill of conflict, as well as your grey knights Admiral Daala." Palpatine took a seat next the tactical display.

"Yes.... everything will go according to plan. I have foreseen it." A rippled laughter echoed through the command ship, as the force, the Sith, and destiny awaited the revelation of time.

Two Hours Later

The Imperial fleets were massed assembled and bulked. Those that were late had arrived, those that were waiting orders remained solitary and skulking in the darkness of space. The Huntarian cloaking fields had been engaged encompassing a righteous crusade that would scour a cosmos.

On board the Super Star Destroyer Executor, the seat of Imperial power for now, the home of an emperor now entombed within a tank of life preserving bacta; the orders to advance had finally been issued to the fleet. And through a hurling tangle of warp points and folds in space, Moff Tarkin was only moved by the beauty of a billion stars swirling into starlines.

***Uncharted System far to the galactic north east***

It was time. The moment they had been preparing for was at hand.Space Lord Rendacil was in command of the task force that had been assembling for reasons still as of yet unknown to him. The chancellor and his war party had been quiet, other then ordering elements of the First, second and seventh fleets of the GTFOA, numbering almost two hundred combat vessels and thirty capital ships, including six monitors, as well as combat groups from the first, third and fifth house of the DCN to form to aid them. The GAP sent twenty vessels, thirteen Solarin battle ships and seven Divinity class fleet carriers were the contingent. As the Balmung entered the system they noticed that the Grahfsberg contingent had arrived, seventy schwertwhals, twenty five Khurrwhals and five caschellots. It was all they could spare with the war in charybdis still raging.

It didnt matter, with over a hundred DCN vessels now in system, lead by the mighty Balmung they had a force easily the equal of the force in Charybdis. Rendacil however, had not yet been given a target to apply this massive application of force. The waiting had been the hardest part, where was this armada supposed to attack, he hadnt even had time to formulate a plan of action. His waiting was rewarded by a chime indicating an urgent transmission from the DCF command.

He retired to his ready room to read the message and ponder its contents. Orders, to assist the Fedrals in an invasion against a target chosen by the DCF, a system known as Mythrandir. Rendacil rose quickly and went back to the command room.

He ordered his armada to jump in to the aether, to a small, barren star system far from this area of space, to meet up with the Fedral task force that was to join them in this battle to come.

Rendacil did hope it would be a good fight, it had been some time since he had faced the GPSN over Mars, he was looking forward to another challenge for him and his magnificent armada.

Icarus System | 1st Planetary Assault upon Planet Eumenix

The sky had turned dark over Eumenix. The whole world was silent and innocent as it unknowingly waited, yet to hear the beating wings of the angel of death. The first sight of the enemy was in the form of thousands of scarlet streaks through the upper atmosphere, transports of various types plummeting from orbit towards various designated landing zones. Eumenixian SAM sights opened fire. Missiles found their various targets and smashed gapping holes in the steel sides of the fiery beasts.

“Flight 23, can you lock?” voxed Colonel Marcus as more SAM missiles raced past the view port with bright flashes. The com fuzzed for a moment, and then the Tie Fighter support group captain responded.

“Copy that Colonel, we have all the ground targets. ‘Hell Blazers’ going in!”

The group of Tie atmosphere modulated fighters flew faster down to the ground of the planet, and swept up in a low arc. Lances of heavy turbolaser fire roared through the air, the audible report of the weapons sounding through the air. There was a flash of orange as several of the missile sites blew up, scattering shrapnel and a shower of debris everywhere. 23 SAM sights down; the Tie pilots were good; the clones piloting them had been trained well.

“Fleet Command, how’s our landing zone?” voxed Marcus to the Victory Star Destroyer Carnivore, in high orbit far above the force of 20 odd drop ships.

“Contested,” came the reply. ‘Communication traffic indicates presence of light troops in your immediate area, between a company to a battalion in strength.”

“Understood,” replied Marcus. He knew by light troops that the bastards were probably well enough armed. The landing zone was one of the 30 ‘High Priority’ marked areas, a large power conduit facility being the main target. A small ground-based fighter base was nearby as well, but was all but destroyed by the strafing runs of Tie cover squadrons. Marcus switched his com frequency to that of his troops, a regiment of Thrashian Mobile Infantry, the 409th, and a company of 501st Clone Legion troopers.

“Prepare for rapid deployment,” ordered Marcus as the transports deceleration ramped up a notch and the G-force kicked in, hard.

The engine flared and the craft came crashing to the ground. It slid into the ground, making a short trench before coming to a complete halt. All of the transports made it safely to the ground. The bulk heads exploded outwards, and the down ramps slammed to the dirt. Mobile infantry charged off, groups of white-blue armored 501st troopers followed.

Enemy soldiers, dressed in long brown-green armored coats and armed with either projectile weapons or las guns appeared and blazed away at the emerging troops. One or two ramp ways were turned into charnel houses, as groups of enemy soldiers surrounded them and cut down anyone that came off from several directions. It was a horrific sight.

Colonel Marcus slammed into the side of the dirt trench his transport had created. He peaked up above the rim and pulled out his bolt pistol, trying to make sense of the situation.

Several platoons of mobile infantry had successfully charged and taken a redoubt bunker of sandbags and was creating a strong point around which the rest of the 409th was rallying. The area was flat, but covered in sparse trees and lots of bush cover. For all Marcus knew, the enemy could be several thousand strong and hiding in the cover. In the distance Marcus could just make out the towers that marked the perimeter wall of the power conduit station.

Three clone troopers scuttled over next to Marcus.

“Well Colonel, its your show,” said one.

“Indeed Lieutenant,” replied Marcus. He pointed to a series of other sand bag redoubts that were blocking the main line of advance to the conduit station. “See those?” The clone lieutenant’s helmet bobbed up and down. “I want you to take a platoon and flank the bastards on the left. Have the rest of your boys support the 409th while I kick them in the butt to get them advancing.”

“Yes sir,” the clone lieutenant saluted and motioned to his fellow troopers. They moved off and out of the trench, avoiding enemy fire.

Marcus crawled out of his position and moved forward until he connected to another trench and then the redoubt. Mobile infantrymen were all over the place, guns aimed out and firing at the enemy’s gun flashes and giving what they could against the other redoubts. Marcus counted at least 300 infantrymen were with him right there. He spotted an officer and moved over to him in a crouch.

“Captain McNeil,” Marcus said. The officer turned and smiled at Marcus.

“How do Colonel. I’m guessing we have a plan?”

“Sure do Mike,” replied Marcus. He jerked a thumb at the still enemy held redoubts ahead of them. “501st troopers are flanking them on the left right now. I want you and the rest of your company to charge around the right. I’ll take the rest straight in.”

“If you say so sir,” smiled Captain McNeil. He turned and yelled at an NCO who started swearing like a sailor to get the rest of the 250 odd men ready. Marcus moved to the rear of the redoubt where another company was spread out behind drop ships and in trenches.

“Alright 4th Company,” Marcus said over the com. Troopers around the area turned and saw Marcus by the redoubt. A few waved. “We’re going to charge right at and stick the bastards. Move and fire, leap from cover to cover. Got it?” A chorus of affirmatives echoed over the com. Several NCOs and a pair of lieutenants started giving orders and the men started moving forward a little bit.

Marcus sat and checked his bolter. He still had seven of the original 14 rounds left. His com fuzzed for a moment and then the 501st lieutenant’s voice came over the line. “In position now sir.”

“Attack,” ordered Marcus, saying it over a broad band.

With a cheering roar the mobile infantrymen jumped up from their positions and charged at the enemy redoubts, blazing away with their blaster rifles as they did so. Marcus joined them and fired his bolt pistol while moving.

Captain McNeil’s company on the right erupted out of a line of trees and swarmed over the sandbag walls of one redoubt, screams of fear coming from the enemy as they looked with dismay at the surprise. Infantrymen speared their vibro-knife attached bayonets into enemy soldiers and blasted them to steaming piles of meat.

A large explosion blew up the redoubt on the far left. It momentarily halted all fire on the small field of battle as the whip lash scoured over the area, knocking a few infantrymen down. Marcus looked and saw 501st troopers calmly advancing through the smoke and dirt like phantoms of some nightmarish hell come to life, wiping out the remaining survivors.

The last and middle redoubt was more stubborn. Seeing themselves flanked and trapped from retreating, they fought on like devils. Marcus lost his cap to a close flying bullet and more than half of 4th company was mowed down by concentrated volleys of fire. Then McNeil’s men and the 501st swarmed over the sides and slaughtered the defenders.


Colonel Marcus wiped his face on his shirt sleeve and buttoned his long black officer’s coat back up. The clone lieutenant, Captain McNeil, and an NCO from 4th company, now brevetted up to the rank of Lieutenant, stood around him. “Alright gentlemen, lets get this mission over with.” He turned and pointed at the tall eight-foot walls that surrounded the power conduit station to the north.

“McNeil’s company along with two platoons of 4th company will assault the power station. Nothing is to be harmed if possible, but just shut it down anyway possible if you can’t find the off switch.” McNeil nodded. “A squad of 501st will take out the main gate with a shaped charge, giving you a nice window. The rest of the 501st boys will be advancing west on the air field, taking and holding it. The remaining two platoons of 4th company will stay here and hold these redoubts to cover our rear,” Marcus said at length. “Any questions?”

“No sir,” replied McNeil. The other two shook their heads.

“Alright then, lets go,” ordered Marcus.


The charge blew the 10 by 8 steel gates off its hinges and to the ground. Shouldered rocket launchers destroyed the guard towers and McNeil’s soldiers poured through the gap like a flood. Only a few enemy soldiers were there to stop them entering, but as soon as they came through to the main courtyard-like area of the station, enemy fire poured on from several directions.

The 501st clonetrooper, riding on speeder bikes and a few Century Tanks that had come down in the second landing, burst through the trees and onto the air field. The enemy was caught unprepared and massacred. The troopers claimed hardware and other indigenous vehicles intact, even taking a few prisoners.

The conduit station took another three hours to clear before Colonel Marcus could really claim that he had achieved all his objectives.

All over the surface of the planet, hundreds of thousands of clone troopers and millions of mobile infantry established the first base of operations upon the ground; all within the first 48 hours. The enemy, united as it were planet-wide, fell back from their main military bases, energy stations, and civilian population centers. Though they panicked as Field Marshal Trajan had wanted. With 100 hours, the planet was pacified.

ooc: This, btw, is an NPC system on the edge of Asfaltum space where I plan to set up a base of operations. So, no worries that I'm god-modding or anything.

OOC: Thrashia we need to talk on MSN ASAP I will delete this in a few minutes.

"It will be our honor to serve, my Lord. We have word of imminent Chronosian warp-translation at the first sign of conflict. The Emperor and the Warmaster both send their regrets at being unable to attend formally. But they have sent me in their stead, and others shall follow. I believe the Blood Furies are being dispatched to lead the charge of Chronosian might. A Khornate Legion, Lord.

Does this best serve your needs in this conflict? Or shall the Noise Marines of Slaanesh blast their worlds clean in musical rapture? Shall the blessed of Nurgle rain down their pestilant fire upon the unworthy? Shall the Tzeentchian sorcerors come to it with their bone-rattling and their rites? No! A thousand vessels shall bear those warriors of Khorne, and at the side of noble Hakar I shall lead them! I have brought with me the First Company, the finest of the Warmasters warriors. They offer their obedience and obeisance to you in blood and slaughter, great Lord."

Achaeus was on his knees now, his ferally sharpened teeth gleaming white in a rictus grin of lust for slaughter. He remembered his life before, being tested by the Gods of Blood upon a feral world, fighting and killing in the name of the primal fury at his heart. Till Cabot had picked him, chosen him, remade him. A First Captain worthy of the Wolfsbane. Now he feared nothing, held nothing as his equal save his superiors, the great Primarch and the Emperor himself.

He growled, almost animalistic in his devotion, the skulls chained at his belt shaking with his undulating adoration. "The warriors of the Blood God shall serve you, my Lord. In the name of the Warmaster, the Lord Castellan! In the name of the Twin Thrones of two galaxies!"

OOC: What's NPC?

IC:

Asfaltum Homeworld

Admiral Alistair McLogan sat in his office and sifted through the piles of reports. Being the Head of Defence wasn't a particularly easy job during these times, especially when you were getting continous reports about Imperial forces mobilizing and you didn't have a clue about what was going on. Alistair didn't like not knowing what was going on, he was a person who liked action, not sitting around and guessing. His personality (and accent) could best be compared to that of Yosemite Sam.

The door opened and a man burst in. "The Imperials have attacked." he let out. Alistair looked up. "What did you say? Speak up lad!" The man straightened up. "One of our cloaked droids patrolling outside our borders detected a fleet gathered around a nearby planet. It turned out to be a Thrashian fleet. They have landed troops on the planet, and are predicted to have it in their grip within 60 hours." - "When was this?" McLogan asked suspiciously. "Two hours ago, sir." Alistair stared at the wall, then at the man. "The buggers are setting up a forward position for ship deployments!" he growled. "Why are you still standing there? Go warn the others! I want our entire fleet, including the reserves, in full operational duty in 60 seconds!! Go! Hya!" The scared man turned and leaped down the corridor. Of course, 60 seconds wasn't a realistic event, but, Alistair had the ability to make his men believe that anything was possible, especially if they didn't do as he said. Now, the government palace, in which Alistairs office lay, was a huge building. Normally, people used the hologram trancievers to communicate between rooms, but in this case Alistair felt that it was required to handle things in first person. People could be seen traveling through the great distances of the palace using 'hovering footstool', a quite practical invention and means of transportation. Alistair however was a somewhat oldfashioned man, who spent his free time fixing ancient vehicles. Therefore, he jumped into the go-cart he had placed beside the door in case of an emergency, and set out down the innumerable corridors of the palace. "I know that the halls of power are supposed to be great, but this is bloody counter-productive..." he muttered as he pushed his go-cart into top speed down the 200 metres long corridor. Moments later he arrived at his destination, charged through the door and, well, the following discussion has been censured due to unappropriate language...

30 hours later

Admiral Alistair McLogan sat in the command chair of one of the five Asfaltum Dreadnoughts. In front of him, the screen displayed the full number of the Asfaltum forces. The whole Asfaltum fleet had been assembled now, as it was obvious that an invasion was imminent. The system was bustling with activity as the last defenses were being prepared, soon they would be ready.

A burst-transmission had been sent to all the fellow-members of the League of Free Worlds:
Imperial forces have taken over a planet located just outside our territory. This can only mean one thing; they plan to attack. We are outnumbered and request aid from anybody who is willing to send it. Since Imperial forces are appearently in the area, we would recommend everyone to put their military forces on stand-by. We would also like everyone to send as much personell with telepathic/psionic abilities to our home-world as possible. Thank you in advance.

***Uncharted System far to the galactic north east***

It was time. The moment they had been preparing for was at hand.Space Lord Rendacil was in command of the task force that had been assembling for reasons still as of yet unknown to him. The chancellor and his war party had been quiet, other then ordering elements of the First, second and seventh fleets of the GTFOA, numbering almost two hundred combat vessels and thirty capital ships, including six monitors, as well as combat groups from the first, third and fifth house of the DCN to form to aid them. The GAP sent twenty vessels, thirteen Solarin battle ships and seven Divinity class fleet carriers were the contingent. As the Balmung entered the system they noticed that the Grahfsberg contingent had arrived, seventy schwertwhals, twenty five Khurrwhals and five caschellots. It was all they could spare with the war in charybdis still raging.

It didnt matter, with over a hundred DCN vessels now in system, lead by the mighty Balmung they had a force easily the equal of the force in Charybdis. Rendacil however, had not yet been given a target to apply this massive application of force. The waiting had been the hardest part, where was this armada supposed to attack, he hadnt even had time to formulate a plan of action. His waiting was rewarded by a chime indicating an urgent transmission from the DCF command.

He retired to his ready room to read the message and ponder its contents. Orders, to assist the Fedrals in an invasion against a target chosen by the DCF, a system known as Mythrandir. Rendacil rose quickly and went back to the command room.

He ordered his armada to jump in to the aether, to a small, barren star system far from this area of space, to meet up with the Fedral task force that was to join them in this battle to come.

Rendacil did hope it would be a good fight, it had been some time since he had faced the GPSN over Mars, he was looking forward to another challenge for him and his magnificent armada.



The massive federal task force under phase cloak shimmered in to existence with in the ranks of Tannelornin ships, there engines on a low power setting, they gently shimmered in the darkness, Alexi grinned a bit he sat in his chair and looked out of his holo view port , he grasped the armrests with his black gloved hands he peered over to his com officer and nodded gently. he said in a commanding rough russian like voice.

"Send a message to Tannelornin ships"

The channels where opened Alexi grinned his teeth bearing with a sly expecting tone. his voice was professional but some what mysterious.

This is the federal 4 assault th fleet, it is a .... pleasure to be along such ... enthusiastic allies forgive our security measures we wish not to alarm our hosts, we are ready to commence our assault when you are, let us both lead on, and may god have mercy on they're souls

Alexi smiled a little his hands moved away from the chair rest and started twiddling with each other on his lap he chuckled as his blue green eyes focused out. the federal fleets might was in the ranks of Tannelornin ships once more, it was destined to be he thought, the gleaming ominous demonic like might of the UCA Crimson blade would not be seen for a while, the fleet had many transports in tug. Alexi him self made sure every thing was well prepared. he sat back gently waiting a reply, the white utilitarian light beaming on to him from the bridge, his black uniform different from standard federal blue shimmering gently, crimson squad would lead the federal task force. sensors began scanning at long ranges peering in to the bleak darkness of space.

he chuckled gently "Well let us hope this turns out for the best, we can gain a glorious foot hold here, the union can expand its own agendas"

Meanwhile at the homeworld of the Ganoxan Alliance General Grenzer addresses the council...

"General Grenzer what is the situation we are facing," the Forellion delegate asked the veteran General.

"We are on high alert. Unknown force of unknown size and origin have attacked two LoFW members and pose a severe threat to the entire League. We have received two urgent messages for aid from the worlds of Terror Incognitia and Asfaltum. According to the intel it would seem we are severely outnumbered. It would be a matter of time before they find Ganoxa" Grenzer reported.

"I see," Delegate Kotor said, representative of the Allied States of Ganoxa, "What would be our course of action? Turn tail and run while our allies suffer or charge headstrong into a battle that would be an ultimate suicide. I am at a loss."

"Sir, I suggest we order the evacuation of civilians from the planet and mount a defense to buy them time. Then evacuate military personel and equipment after the last civilian vessel has safely launched."

"I do not think that all of the citizenry will agree with this idea but I vote for the idea." After a few minutes of debate the rest of the council finally agreed to the plan.

"General Grenzer you have the full support of the Council to go ahead with the plan. The entire Ganoxan military is at your disposal. Good luck." Kotor said.

"Thank you sir we are going to need it."

Back at the Command Center.....

General Grenzer walked in and saw his second in command, Colonel John Maris, walk to him, "Welcome back sir, your orders."

"Mobilize all Arm Slave Battalions, Infantry, Armor, Air Force and Space Force. Activate Code Zero. Distribute all forces evenly on all evac sites."

"Issuing orders now sir."

"Order all military transportation to help evacuate the citizens from the cities after they drop off the men and women at the defense points."

Not long after the order was issued that civilians started to evacuate from the cities to the evacuation sites. Officers were repeatedly telling citizens to evacuate in an orderly manner. Citizens everywhere were gathering what belongings they could take, but there were those that were too stubborn to leave and they were left behind. The cities of Ganoxa would soon be virtually ghost towns as the evacuation of Ganoxa had begun.

OOC: Map of Ganoxa (http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/GanoxaCoordinates.jpg)

ooc: this looks very interesting, too bad I have no way of finding out IC, at the moment.

Grand Admiral Heromath slowly strolled through the Engineering Section of the H.S.S. Nemesis, inspecting the newly installed technology introduced to his semi-aging ship. All sorts of new shielding improvements, weapons upgrades, all sorts of new stuff. He made his way to the bridge, which was rushing with new recruits fixing up last minute installations. As he reached his command chair, the Communication's Officer rushed up to him, "Admiral! Admiral, we just got word. Emperor Palpatine himself is controlling the fleet, and Tarkin is now second in command."

So that's what the crew was murmuring about. The Admiral's eyebrows raised, "Interesting... So we'll be in the presence of the Emperor himself. What's the status of the fleet as a whole?"

"The fleet is about to advance in a few moments Grand Admiral. Shall I give the signal to go?" Heromath nodded his head in approval, "All Huntarian ships, this is the Warhammer. The word is out, we're ready to go. It's a go, it's a go, it's a go." At that, a brilliant bright red, orange, yellow and black swirl of energy erupted in the front of the fleet revealing a dark fissure of lightning and swirling clouds. The Warhammer jumped into the Necrominus, followed by the rest of the fleet, following the Hyperspace wake of Palpatine's fleet.

Deep within T-Space:

Station 221, a Monitor Station set up long ago to keep an eye upon the violence so near the colony world of the Empire. The citizens of the Kala-Kiehm system had ceased to be worried once the fighting had stopped but they still kept a wary eye upon their violent neighbors.

The Empire had placed a watching post just outside their neighbor's sandbox, hoping the vast array of sensors would gain them a significant advantage if any war fleets just happen to drift in their direction.

The observation post was one of the standard First Warning types employed by all the systems of the Empire. They consisted mainly of a complete suite of sensors both standard and those nowhere near anything considered "standard" by the other nations. The stations had a range of approximately ten light years, the distance between Kala-Kiehm and the planets Gonoxa and Asfaltum. The post was situated only about four light years away, slightly over the half way point.

After the signing of the League Treaty some years ago, the station was not as concerned as before but still kept an eye out on their neighbors in case help was needed. Lately they had made sure there was no large invasion fleet from Icecrown when the Lich King tried to invade Asfaltum before he gave up the idea. The Empire was ready to intervene if they were asked but a large number of League worlds already threw in their efforts in the ground war.

Aboard the post, a small crew of Childer monitored the equipment and reported any hint of intrusion. They were to contact the planetary government at Kala-Keihm if they were to detect anything “unusual”.

“Sir, I am picking up a lot of activity in their system. There is increased electromagnetic activity on both planets. In addition to the increase to radio traffic, the commercial trade has been leaving in a hurry. I am also picking up a number of ships headed our way.”

“Scan the ships and determine their class.”

“Yes Sir, it appears they are transports. There are a few war ships escorting them but the ships are primarily transports and large freighters.”

“Send all the info back to the Governor. This is something they will want to know about immediately. Also keep a live feed and keep those sensors on that system. There is some bad Mojo going on and we have front row seats.”




Kala-Keihm System:

The alert beeped on Governor Kar’Graat’s desk. He looked up from the report he was reading on the mining outputs for the past month and sighed. He activated the intercom and his assistant’s voice blared out at him in a panic.

”There’sanincomingtransmissionfromStation221…”

“Calm down and take it slow. Try again from the beginning.”

“There is an incoming transmission from Station 221. They seem to have detected a large number of transports headed our way with minimal escorts. What should I do?”

“For starters, forward that information to me so I can look at it myself. Then wait patiently while I look it over. While you wait, you might want to try to relax and clam yourself. If this is an emergency you will do no good panicking.”

“Yes Sir, you are right. The file and the current live feed should be in your desk.”

“Thanks, now relax and wait for my decision.”

Kar’Graat opened the data packet and began to feed them into his mind, examining them directly instead of using the computer built into the desk. After a few seconds of reviewing the sensor feeds, he immediately connected to the Homeguard.

“Commandant F’Ver. It seems we have a situation next door. Expect a large number of refugees five minutes ago.”

“What? How large of a situation?”

“My next call is to the Palace.”

“Shit… Right away.”

The connection was abruptly closed from the other end. Kar’Graat knew the Homeguard would be mobilized as fast as possible. He reluctantly made the request for the connections to the Imperial Palace.


Imperial War Room:

Nhur-Galladu sat with his Advisors and his Seneschals. Of his eight Advisors, Galvenor and Morganna were missing but they were both on special assignments dispatched before the crisis by the Emperor personally. That left three Advisors each from the Military and the Civilian sectors. Sal’Vein, the Civilian Seneschal and We’Hier, the Military occupied their section of the table. Upon the fourth side the Grand Admirals of the three branches of the Imperial Navies and the HonorGuard were sitting. Suspended above the table was a holographic display of all the information gathered on the situation including several different life feeds from Station 221 and the Homeguard of Kala-Keihm.

“As you can see, there appears to be a large force assaulting the system neighboring Kala-Keihm. We cannot hope to outnumber them because it appears they are a multinational force. At this point, until we know more all the Empire can do is take as many displaced citizens as possible. I want a fleet reinforcing the system as soon as possible. I want Kala-Keihm’s security ensured. With that many ships there, I don’t want them to get any ideas that we would be an easy next step. We also need to protect those civilians that were displaced. I want temporary housing and basic needs supplied to them. Send some luxury ships to house them. I know we have some cruise liners available. If not, rent them using funds from the Treasury.”


Short Time Later:

A wormhole opened and numerous ships began to emerge from the event horizon of the fissure in space-time. The 2nd Imperial Fleet formed their ranks taking position around the carriers. Once all the ships were through, the wormhole closed.

“This is Admiral Ba’El. We are here in the name of The Emperor to secure this system. Please direct all refugees to the ships that accompanied the fleet.”

Several huge ships, some nearly three kilometers in length separated from the fleet and headed towards the planet to take aboard the many refugees.


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EDIT:

Please note, none of my ships are outside the Kala-Keihm System or the territory we claim around it. After rereading the last part of this post it is apparent there could be some confusion to where my ships are.

Grand Admiral Heromath slowly strolled through the Engineering Section of the H.S.S. Warhammer, inspecting the newly installed technology introduced to his semi-aging ship. All sorts of new shielding improvements, weapons upgrades, all sorts of new stuff. He made his way to the bridge, which was rushing with new recruits fixing up last minute installations. As he reached his command chair, the Communication's Officer rushed up to him, "Admiral! Admiral, we just got word. Emperor Palpatine himself is controlling the fleet, and Tarkin is now second in command."

So that's what the crew was murmuring about. The Admiral's eyebrows raised, "Interesting... So we'll be in the presence of the Emperor himself. What's the status of the fleet as a whole?"

"The fleet is about to advance in a few moments Grand Admiral. Shall I give the signal to go?" Heromath nodded his head in approval, "All Huntarian ships, this is the Warhammer. The word is out, we're ready to go. It's a go, it's a go, it's a go." At that, a brilliant bright red, orange, yellow and black swirl of energy erupted in the front of the fleet revealing a dark fissure of lightning and swirling clouds. The Warhammer jumped into the Necrominus, followed by the rest of the fleet, following the Hyperspace wake of Palpatine's fleet.


"Admiral, it appears the Huntaerians are following Palpatine's Fleet through Hyperspace," Spoke one of the Navitron Computer Specialists.

"Indeed. Follow them. Chances are where-ever they go, we will be needed as well."

"Aye Aye, m'lord." With that, the battlegroup entered the Warp, and followed them to their destination.

The Ganoxan Destroyer Kotor which was previously a explorer vessel arrived in system of Kala Khiem. "Sir we are receiving a message. Its from the Balroggans."

"Patch it through."

After hearing the message Brivun replied

"This is Captain Brivun of the GAS Kotor. This is our first wave of refugees to arrive in system you should expect more to come. We count 98 million displaced citizens. Directing all refugee ships to dock with Balroggan ships."

"Put me on frequency to the refugee ships," Brivun order.

"Yes sir."

"All refugee ships are ordered to use docking procedures with Balroggan vessels. Once all refugees are off your vessels proceed to fleet formation for the return trip to Ganoxa."

A number of acknowledgments followed.

Admiral Daala half-smirked as the Chronosian Khornate Space Marine Captain knelt and made his proclamation, but then returned her face to its usual command neutral. It was never wise to seem like one was insulting a Khornate follower's words. They had a habit of tearing your arms out your sockets and beating you to death with them when you did so. Daala turned to the now seated Emperor Palpatine.

"Rest assured my lord," Daala said, "The Thrashian Fleet and the 501st shall see this to the end. All shall be as you wish. The Emperor Treize has told me that he is sending me reinforcements even." She cocked an eye at the First Captain. "I'm told that they are one of the first, new, Thrashian Space Marine Chapters; the Black Watch. They may find themselves some close brothers in your own troops First Captain."


Icarus

While the planet was going through its final stages of assimilation by Field Marshal Trajan, Commodore Marcus had been busy creating the command base that Admiral Daala had ordered. With supply line created by the Merchant and Industrial Guild Commissariat, an even arrival of supplies of support ships was coming in by the half hour.

Within 30 hours, to Marcus' surprise, a large sphere arrived out of hyperspace at the main entry point into the system. Its massive surface shone with so many trillions of lights. The sun's light revealed only part of its surface, making it truly live up to its "moon" like image.

A Tac officer stepped over to Commodore Marcus. "Sir, the Epion is requesting orbital positions around the first planet."

"Tell them...,"Marcus said, staring at the huge space station, "that Commandant Spears may position it wherever he wishes."

"Yes sir."

The Epion was the second largest space station in all of Galactic Imperial space. Not as large as the Death Star, and lacking its super laser cannon, it served as the mobile command center for the entire Thrashian Fleet. It alone could house untold millions of troops, fighters, and even dozens of Star Destroyers.

"Message for you sir," called the comm officer. "Coming via the holo-pad." Marcus nodded and walked over to the aft side holo table. A small 1/6th sized figure of a man appeared, wearing a smug smiled on his too thin face.

"Commandant Spears," Marcus said, "So pleasant to see you."

"Come now Marcus," Spears smiled. It didn't suit him. "We're old Academy buddies. What's with all the formalities?"

"I assume either Admiral Orannis or Admiral Daala ordered you here?" asked Marcus tersely. Spears and he had graduated at the same time from the officer academy at Anaxes, and even went together to the advanced officer school in the Julian System. He always found the man a snake, and his sharp, pointed, oiled black beard only reveled in the name. Spears seemed amused by the question.

"No, actually it was the Emperor."

"His Excellency?" Marcus asked, not believing his ears.

"Yes," said Spears, "He gave me the assignment of bringing the 1st-5th Armies of the 501st to Icarus, as well as the Black Watch Space Marine Chapter. They're to support Admiral Daala's campaign."

"I know that," said Marcus, "But why send the Epion?"

"I do not know," said Spears, an angry expression coming onto his face, "I'm not in the Emperor's council chambers listening in. But I was surprised to find Rear Admiral Kilani brought aboard with me. I was told that he and his troops would only act if Admiral Daala needed him."

Marcus frowned at that. Rear Admiral Kilani was a member of the Specials, the last remnants of Emperor Treize's old OZ organization. It was very strange for them to be here. "Very well Commandant Spears," said Marcus at length, "You have your orders. I am sure I will see you at the officers meeting when the admiral gets back."

"Oh, I plan on it," said Spears, his evil grin returning. The image faded and Marcus returned unhappily to his command chair.



The entire Thrashian fleet under Daala was now mustered at Icarus. 120 Imperial Star Destroyers, 90 Victory Star Destroyers, 80 Venator II Star Destroyers, 210 Acclamator Assault Ships, 100 Katana-class Dreadnoughts, and 30 Jacobin-class Heavy Deadnoughts; not counting a large flotilla of frigates and patrol craft.

"My Lord, our forward probe droids are reporting scans of a mass exodus from the Asfaltum system, they are aware of our presence."

The emperor smiled snidely as he took another baited breath. "I know. They have been for some significant time Moff Tarkin, it appears that you are not the only one prone to overconfidence and underestimating the capabilities of our enemy. Perhaps, I should place you under the command of the first captain, or even, Cabot himself?" A smirk was offered up as Palpatines pale yellow eyes glistened against the streaming star lines of hyperspace. Twisted and amused at the surprise on his admirals face, the dark lord of the Sith feigned ignorance.

"If it pleases the emperor, I would request we order interception squadrons to assault the refugees."

"It would please me." Palpatine affirmed. Dropping out of hyperspace the starlines fell into stagnation, mutating into millions of blinking dots of light the Imperial fleet numbering into the thousands of vessels lay in wait, all massed around the Super Star Destroyer Executor.

"Commscan, please, report." Tarkin stared at the tactical layout intently, closely flanked by the emperor and his red robed guardians.

"Detecting an enemy battlefleet around the sixth planet from the systems sun, numerous orbital installations and a large volume of fleeing civilian traffic from the eighth planet."

"Order the cloaking field to disengage." The emperor ordered with a flick of his wrinkled wrist. He seemed to savour the moment almost relishing the fear that would be caused within the ranks of countless innocents who had done nothing to earn this primordial rapture. "The force is with us commander, order the fleet to engage." Tarkin nodded acceptingly as he began issuing orders en masse.

"Chronosian first and second assault wings are to engage the escaping refugees. The Huntarian battlefleet is to advance at once upon the eighth planet and bring it to submission. The rest is to begin preliminary long range bombardment of ranked enemy forces around the sixth world." The order fluttered through the void in an almost instantaneous burst of electromagnetic energy. "Patch me through to Admiral Daala." Tarkin ordered quickly. "Admiral Daala, you are ordered to advance upon the enemies polar defence force, we require you to descend towards the ecliptic and turn their primary line from the bulk of our fleet. The Chronosians will commence the same action, but from below the ecliptic, the emperor, and his fleet will advance along the solar constant." Tarkin imputed several commands into his data pad transmitting the encoded orders. "Ground troops are to be deployed once their orbital forces are dealt with. And Admiral.... The emperor wishes the fleet to know, the force is with us." Grand Moff Tarkin turned away from the holopad and returned to the emperors side, by the now massed entanglement of holographic display.

Advancing quickly, the Imperial fleet prepared to converge upon Asfaltum from three of four sides.......

The next wave of refugees was bigger than the last. About 200 million had gotten to Balroggan space with more escorts than the last and increasing. The convoy had 1000 Ganoxan Destroyer and 10,000 Fighter and Fighter bomber craft escorting them. Basically 2/3 of the Ganoxan spacefleet.

"This is Brivun again to Balroggan station commander. We have 200 million more refugees coming into your space. Copy?"

Meanwhile in the command bunker of General Grenzer....

"General defenses are complete at third defensive line. Working on the fourth."

"General 5th evac site has completed its fifth line of defense."

"General all Arm Slave Battalions deployed."

After taking in the reports his subordinates gave him he replied."Place all super cannons (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:SchwererGustav.jpg) behind the first line and deploy anti air defenses around each evac sites. Use everything including old 88s. Place normal artillery behind the second lines and the 88mm anti tank guns. Place 57mm in the third and second line. After each site has finished their fifth line of defense they are to heavily mine the outer edges of the lines AT and AP mines. While we retreat we will plant more mines and booby traps to slow the advance as much as possible. We must protect those refugees at all costs!"

"Yes sir"

"Yes sir"

"Yes sir"

OOC: Does anyone we're facing have MSN? It'd make things much easier

Marc_C_C@hotmail.com

OOC: Does anyone we're facing have MSN? It'd make things much easier

Marc_C_C@hotmail.com

No, I don't have MSN... Btw, US, the refugees are coming from Ganoxa, not Asfaltum... I'll have an IC post up later...

OOC: Oh, ive been waiting to fight againts the Empire for awhile now. I know it says these fleets only come together under a emergency situation, But the galactic empire needs to be taught a lession.

IC: Transmission is sent to the members of LoFW that are present.

"Hold on the Phenixican Empire is on it's way to deal with the Tyranical Galactic Empire, we are sending what ships we can spare without hurting our own protection. You will get the Ruid and Bis fleet"

Imperial Ruidan Fleet

Purpose:To stop the inflow of 'foreign' attacks on the empire. Used during high emergency battles otherwise always stationed at the Kira and Shiron Systems.

Flagship:I.P.N Harold, under the Command of Admiral Kitra.

Ships:1 Flagship class,24 Dreadnoughts,45 Gunboats and 15 Carriers.


Imperial Bis Fleet

Purpose:To protect Trade convoys and economic Systems like Devenis. spread out all across the galaxy and comes together during Emergency situations.

FlagShip:I.P.N Kathrine, Under the control of Admiral perius

Ships:1 Flagship Class,16 Dreadnoughts,26 Gunboats and 5 Carriers.



Then another Transmission is sent to the Galactic Empire.

"I never swore a oath to your empire, because u threatened the independence of my people and the Messiahist religion. I refuse to submit and help you in your campaign of bullying and tyranny, So in the power given to me by the Senate and the Imperial Court. Up yours!

This has been a message from the Imperial Department of Foreign Affairs, under the control of Senator John Krusi"

Warriors of the Blood God, hear me! The foe is weak! His mind still clings to those dreams of sanity! His flesh is untouched and unsoiled by Chaos! We carry within us the blood of Angels and the fury of the Gods! In hatred we shall be sure, in damnation we shall be steadfast!

Glory to those who offer up their lives for Khorne, their Blood for the Blood God and their Skulls for the Skull Throne!

-Hakar to his Legion

Laughter echoes through the hellfire of the Warp, laughter echoing with the roar of a warp translation. 1500 ships rend their way into the Materium. 500 owe allegience to the Warmaster Cabot and directly to the First Captain, Achaeus. The other 1000 owe their allegience to Hakar Terethil De Drakan, Primarch of the Blood Furies.

Upon the bridge of his mighty flagship, he waits, his wings spread out behind him, gleaming white-black pinions, dripping eternally with blood. He grins, a feral sneer that speaks of an aristocracy of the damned and an eternal hunger for blood.

"Open communications, broadcast towards the enemies systems, an open proclamation that all might hear and tremble!"

"As is your will, most honored Primarch."

Hear me! Enemies of the Empire! Enemies of the Imperium! In the name of Khorne we offer you one chance to surrender, to bow before the might of the Empire-Incarnate and the glory offered! The Blood God shall see blood flow, and this entire galaxy drown in his sport. We shall wade through the blood of your women and children and offer your skulls to our Master!

You need not be the tally that our axes shall claim, you need not be offered up to his skull throne! Bow your heads to the bloodied ground and offer obeisance to Khorne! Join and spill blood, drink blood, eat of flesh! We shall accept nothing but surrender, no matter the cost. The warriors of the Blood God march forth with the Legions of the Empire Incarnate, the Empire Ascendant.

We shall not be denied!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!

"It is done, now patch me through to Imperial forces. Ready to move out."

"Your will is sacrosanct, Lord Hakar."

Brothers! We stand on the edge of a golden moment of triumph! We shall bring the enemy low, whether we are cleaving through their forces upon the ground, or laying low to their fleets in space. Khorne has marked all of us as his favored, we shall spill much blood in his name! We shall cleanse these whelps till the very stars weep for them!

Strength and honor! Blood and glory! Victory and Death! The blessings of the Imperium go with each and every one of our battlebrothers.

Achaeus, meanwhile, had bowed before the Emperor himself, rising to his full and terrible height, his chainweapon gleaming upon his back. He smiled, an almost animal grin, as he had gazed out at the stars, and the Chronosian fleet which had begun to gather. Doubtlessly, other reinforcements would arrive, the blessing of the Gods, the Emperor Remiel and the Warmaster Cabot upon them.

"My Lord, I go now that I may do the will of the Gods, of my Chronosian Masters and of you. I shall see that this endeavor is assured in their name. And our countless enemies laid low." He bowed again. "For the Empire."

And with that he turned, passing encouraging words to those others gathered as he moved to leave, offering advice and blessing upon those warriors of the Emperor who yet remained, and prepared.

War was coming.

"We have more refugees coming. We count 102 million. Proceeding with docking procedures. Escorts on standby," Brivun said.

So far so good, Brivun thought

Kala-Keihm, aboard The Zeus:

“Admiral, the fist batch of refugees has been removed from the system to prevent their presence from inspiring raids. The liners have used military wormhole transport to the rendezvous with Balrogga City, as planned.”

“Good, The Emperor approving use of the Space City for the large number of refugees was inspired. It not only removed them from danger in this system but also allowed them to not be confined to cramped ships as more arrived.”

“Sir, would it be good to have the Ganoxan transports take them there themselves? It would eliminate the time spent transferring the passengers to the liners.”

“Nope, they would be taking an extra 20 to 30 minutes to transfer through the wormholes and travel to the docks. It is faster this way because they return to their trapped citizens almost thirty minutes sooner than if they took the method you suggested. Besides, the less downtime they spend at Kala-Keihm, the better they can serve their own defense and we can guard their citizens.”

“I still find it unusual that we are making the transfers so close to the border. I can understand it is to reduce the round trips of the Ganoxan transports but it seems so close. It might be too tempting of a target.”

“That is why there are two Battlegroups assigned the location, one to secure the edge of the Buffer Zone at the six light year mark and the other to specifically guard the ships while they are transferring passengers. From there, our liners are using the direct wormhole to Balrogga City and unloading the passengers.”

“It still seems like an unnecessary risk to me.”

“If they were placed in system, it would almost triple the round trip time of the Ganoxan transports. That would endanger countless million civilians. This is the best we can do without stepping into the hot zones ourselves and then bring their invasion here. The higher ups decided this was the way to proceed and I will not argue with them. If we get attacked, the wormhole will be closed after the last of the ships goes through and then we get to retaliate. Meanwhile there are two Battlegroups there, each able to take out a system on their own. There are six more here on guard duty keeping the system secure as was the orders of Nhur-Galladu himself. The security of the system takes first order and if the wormhole was here, it would attract any retribution into the heart of the system.”

“I see. What do you want me to do?”

“Keep me abreast of the evacuation operation. If there is any sign of a strike, send everyone through and call for the wormhole to be closed ASAP.”

“Yes Sir.”

The officer left the office and Admiral Ba’El returned to examining the latest reports from the fleet.



T-Space, Station 221:

“Sir, I just received orders from the Admiral. We are supposed to be watching for any hints of FTL. If there are any plans to attack the convoys, they will employ FTL to jump along the transports. If we detect any traces other than ours, the military wants to know ASAP.”

“Hmph, I suppose we are supposed to magically get more sensors to accomplish that. We already have every sensor trained on the Ganoxan and Asfaltum system. What don’t we watch in order to provide the additional coverage?”

“Actually, if we take a set off the system and then rotate the missing coverage between the others, it should provide enough coverage that it won’t make a difference. That would free up a set for FTL scanning.”

“What? Hmm… You are a genius! Get on it right away.”

“Sure thing.”



Real Space, edge of Buffer Zone:

The frigate patrolled a few light minutes inside the Buffer Zone, a six light year territory claimed around all Imperial systems. This was to provide a safe area where enemy nations could not place any long range weapon systems. Anywhere outside the Zone was considered either other nation’s territory or international space, depending on the location. It was similar to the system used in Earth’s past where a country could claim only so far away from its borders. The practice seemed to work so the Empire adopted the usage but adjusted the concepts so it would function in space.

The crew of the frigate was in constant communication through its Space Minus Transmitter, sending the results of the sensor scans as it patrolled. Several of its sister ships were also patrolling the border as well as destroyers backing them up. Near the convoy route a couple battleships and cruisers waited to back up the smaller ships. Commanding the Battlegroup was the Intruder Carrier, The Azurius. All the sensor data was reviewed by the tactical computers and relayed back to The Zeus.

Several light minutes closer to Kala-Keihm was the Gamma Battlegroup along with several dozen liners and mass transport vessels waiting for the next group of refugees. The Avatar Carrier’s 3000 meter bulk dominated the scene as her escorts carried on guarding the Transfer Point and the ships awaiting their human cargo. The Cruisers were absent, having Uplifted to use their extended sensors to search for signs of enemy actions. The remaining battleships, destroyers, and frigates were plentiful as well as flights of smaller craft patrolling the area.




OOC:

Just detailing the way things are set up over here.

Thrashian Assault Fleet | Asfaltum Polar Ecliptic Area

So it begins..thought Daala as she stood on the bridge of her own Executor Super Star Destroyer, the Olympus. She received the message and turned to the group of 30 red armored Imperial Knights standing on the bridge.

"Gentlemen," she said, "Grand Master Draco, and anyone else I have failed to see here, our orders are here." Draco, a long red scar running from his forehead and over his eye to the edge of his chin grinned.

"As Grand Moff Tarkin says, we must show these poor fools the true power of the Force," Draco proclaimed. He lifted his fist, followed shortly by his Knights. "For the Emperor!"

Without another sound the group marched from the bridge to the hangar bays. Each was to command a group of the new Tie Interceptor Wraiths, the newest and most lethal Imperial star fighter yet to come off the industrial lines of the Thrashian Empire. Draco sat down in his cockpit and readied his drive system, making checks on the computer and targeting systems.


Admiral Daala turned her back on the retreating red figures and moved to the command chair. She sat down and initiated the battle grid. A full 3-D holographic command system by which she could control her fleet instantaneously, ship by ship, or in group formations.

"Captain, bring about the 1st-12th Dreadnought groups. Have Commodore Paris execute a 'Marg Banster' attack upon that enemy formation. All Star Destroyers are to form into wolf packs, V-lines, and advance at flank speed. Fighters to launch when they are ready and we enter within optimal range," she quickly shot out.

"Aye, aye Admiral."


From the edge of the Asfaltum system the groups of heavy armored and armed Dreadnoughts revved their engines, computers working in a frenzy as precise data calculations were projected and computed. Within a few minutes the groups began disappearing into hyperspace, only to return less than a few heartbeats within the midst of the Asfaltum fleet. A few Dreadnoughts collided with enemy vessels, their calculations to exit in "clear space" not executed well enough. Others were more successful, and massive broadside blasts from concentrated heavy turbolaser fire was unleashed. As each Dreadnought finished its salvo on the nearest ship, it powered its engines again to full speed, and together the vessels tried driving a wedge through the enemy.

On the heels of this unseen attack came the full wrath of Imperial, Victory, and Venator II Star Destroyers; numbering some 290, followed by the Olympus. Nebula frigates, Lancer Frigates, and other smaller craft filled up the flanked edges of the large packs of Star Destroyers.

Just as the heavy, long range batteries of turbolasers began to unleash a furious deluge of fire upon the enemy, hundreds of thousands of Tie Fighters, Tie Interceptors, ARC-200s, and other star fighters swarmed towards the enemy. The Imperial Knight led squadrons at inhuman speeds, using the force to guide them to pick out unique targets or vulnerable spots; avoiding enemy point defenses like a dancer.

Starving

I had been some time since the brood fleet had eaten anything. Even with their photosynthesis capabilities, the fleet was still dropping like flies. Soon it came down to each broodship eating one another to stay alive until their Caedes could find a planet with life. As the days went by, however, it became clear that death was eminent.

Niiat sat on his throne of flesh and bone, tendrils connected to his massive broodship's brain and controlling the movements of the hive. Since his ultimate disconnection with the Omnilord, Niiat had believed that he would lead the broodfleet beyond all evolutionary possibilities. Now it seemed as though the fleet would die off.

The synapses began flashing with psychic resonance surging through the neurotransmitters. Niiat could hear the thoughts of millions of people. There was...fear...he sensed their fear and their pain. Niiat psychically smiled* as he knew that their fate was sealed. His thoughts echoed through the fleet as they turned towards the escaping refugees.

Niiat could see ahead what was going on. Their planet was being conquered by some unknown force that Niiat neither knew about nor cared about. He wanted food and these refugees ere easy enough targets.

Unlike the Omnilord, an uncaring primal being incapable of arrogance, Niiat was conceited and enjoyed gloating to what he called "inferiors". The sensory organs began transmitting his message psychically to the people of the convoy.

"Inferiors, prepare yourselves for assimilation," he said with a sneer. "Your addition to the horde will be quick and painless. Surrender now."

Quick and painless, he smiled to himself. Not if he had anything to say about it.

*He doesn't really have a mouth...

OOC: Im just setting up a mutual partnership between me and asfault's allies first.

"What was that?!?" Captain Brivun said, "Did you hear that?"

"Yes sir, sounded like someone putting a thought to my head."

"Open up all frequencies."

"Yes sir," the comms officer acknowledge as he flipped a switch.

"This is Captain Brivun of the GAS Kotor to unknown vessel. We have no quarrel with you as we are only escorting refugees from a giant battlezone. Is there anything we can do that would change your mind about this 'assimilation'?"

Niiat was hungry, but he was also smart. He cared not if they lived, yet looking upon the invaders he knew that they were the greater threat. And greater threats usually mean more people to devour. This enemy has to have more planets it has hegemonized and if he could locate them...

The broodfleet slowed to a stop and Niiat's broodship had retracted it tendrils. Niiat sent a response to the mind of Brivun.

"I may be willing to make an offer for your safety," he said. "I am sure we could talk about this aboard my ship, as I am currently unable to leave. Do not worry, you will not be harmed. I must warn you to wear a suit as the atmosphere in here isn't exactly friendly."

Niiat waited for a response.

Captain Arterus kneeled low before his mighty Chapter Master, deep within the dark corridors of the Black Wraiths Chapel. It was deep within a massive citadel, with massive onyx walls hundreds of meters high, and expansive interior which stretch for miles. The skies were perpetually red, and rivers which flowed by the black fortress ran red with blood.

Arterus continued to kneel in his black Articier Armor, while the robed Chapter Master remained seated, silent.

"My Lord," The Captain finally broke silence. "You requested my audience and I have come."


The robed man, clothed in black robes with a red eight-side star in its center spoke in a frustrated whisper, his voice echoing with power in the black halls, "I see this."

Replying, the Chaos Marine spoke again, "What would you have this wretched soul do?"

"Kill. Your Company will be needed on a new war. Blood must be spilled in the name of the Blood God and the Empire."

"Where will this occur?"

"You need not know this yet. You shall go when the time is right, and the Emperor has decreed it."

"Very well. Should I gather the Legion?"

"Yes. Go now."

"With all due haste." With that, he stood and hurried off back to his company of Chaotic Warriors. They would soon mobilize for war.

Should I go? Is this some sort of trap? No I must go for my people's welfare, thought Brivun.

"I'm going over to their ship to negotiate with them," Brivun said.

"But sir, you don't know what they will do if you go over there, Commander Naguma said."

"I have a feeling I will be alright. Prepare a fighter and a flight suit for me. Commander you have the Con."

"Yes Captain." Commander Naguma said then sat in the command chair.

Thirty minutes later Brivun flew his fighter out of the hangar and flew to the unknown vessel.

It was a known fact that the Twelve Colonies, had begun to step out of their known solar system, and into the greater galaxy. It was a mission of the utmost importance, to find new life, and gather intellegence on that species, and if possible technology. THe Twelve Colonies for all of their innovations, sorely lacked behind that of most of the species of the universe.

A quick flash of light appears, in an unknown solar system. Within a fraction of a second, the Gunstar Solar Flare appreared in the area. The Gunstar was much smaller than the standard Battlestars, (about the size of a battlestars sublight engine, or a Nimitz Class Aircraft Carrier), used by the Colonies. Although it had Advanced Sensor packages, as well as recent refits, it lacked the over all punch of a Battlestar.

The Gunstars primary role, was Fleet Flak Surpression and was equipted with sensor jammers, making locking onto a fleet, very difficult. It did have two main battery cannons, as well as Four missle tubes. Most of it's missles though were decoy or "Liar" missles. It did have a few conventional missles on board. The ship only had one squadron of Mark VIII Vipers on board and about 10 Mark II Raptors.

After the small ship jumps into the area and begins to scan the sector. Immediatly the scans reveal multiple ships on the screen.

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On Board the Gunstar Solar Flare

Lt. Miller, Draidus Contacts sir, multiple ships, bearing, almost everywhere. Many of the ships appear to be fleeing the area.

Major Dasher, the Senior Officer on board the Gunstar replies, "Any known tranponders?"

Lt. Miller replies, "Sir we are having a hard time figuring that out at the moment, there are too many signals in this area of space.

Major Dasher responds, "Prepare the Mark II Raptor with all of the data we have and immediatly have it jump to colonial space." "Spin up the FTL drive if they turn hostile we will not have much time, we are not equipt for a fight. Set Condition one.

An alarm is heard throughout the ship. Action stations, Action Stations, set condition one. This is not a drill.

A shield engulfs the small vessel.

Captain Davis replies, Yes sir. he picks up the handset, "Get ready to launch the Mark II Raptor."

Transmission from the Gunstar Solar Flare
This is the Gunstar Solar Flare, of the Colonial Fleet to all unknown ships. What is happening in this area? Please respond.

The main broodship neared the fighter and opened up one of its orifices, allowing the fighter to land. Niiat disarmed the broodship's immune system for the moment to allow the captain to enter the main neural cavity. Niiat began psychically guiding him to the brain itself.

The corridors were all dark, covered with poisonous cysts and vacuoles spewing a crimson miasma that would normally have eaten away at the armour but they had been closed to allow Brivun in. Asesinos scuttled around the vein-covered halls, watching the captain with unsatiable hunger in their eyes. It would be soon that the captain would meet the mastermind behind the Kraeton race.

"Open frequency to that ship," Naguma ordered.

"Yes commander."

"This is Commander Naguma of the GAS Destroyer Kotor (http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/GanoxanDestroyerMkI.jpg). We are escorting refugees from our planet Ganoxa due to the threat of Imperial attack. These are innocent civilians and pose no threat to anyone. Do you copy?"

Meanwhile onboard the unknown vessel....

Captain Brivun was a little disturbed by the vessel's insides but kept a straight face. Although he is wearing a suit he could still feel the uncomfortable setting of the environment that the hairs on the back of his neck were standing. He continued to follow the creature called Niatt to the mastermind.

"Open frequency to that ship," Naguma ordered.

"Yes commander."

"This is Commander Naguma of the GAS Destroyer Kotor (http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/GanoxanDestroyerMkI.jpg). We are escorting refugees from our planet Ganoxa due to the threat of Imperial attack. These are innocent civilians and pose no threat to anyone. Do you copy?"

The small Gunstar launches one Raptor out of it's flight pod, flying parallel to the ship. It looks identical to the Mark I Raptor, except it has been refit with some of the technology given to the Colonies.

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Lt. Miller, "Sir they claim to be refugees, fleeing an upcoming battle, from the Forces of the Galactic Empire.

Major Dasher responds, The Galactic Empire, why are they in this area, and what is their interest. Send word to the Raptor to jump to colonial space, and inform the M.o.D, and the CDF of this situation, they will be very interested." "Be sure to scan the vessels and attempt to find their transponders. This information will be valuable in identifying other species in space." he orders.

Transmission from the Gunstar to the Raptor
This is the Solar Flare Actual to Raptor 32, you are to jump to Colonial Space immediatly and inform the CDF and MOD of the situation.

Transmission From the Gunstar to the Kotor

This is the Gunstar Solarflare to the Kotor. Why is the Empire attacking you? We are not hostile. Is there anything we can do aside from direct involvement in your foreign war to aid the refugees?

Moments later the small raptor vanishes in a bright flash of light.
(OOC: I am remaining neutral at the moment, unless someone wishes to "convience" me to join their side.)

"Reasons for invasion remains unknown. You can help us by warning us of any incoming fighter attack on the refugees as our sensor suites are somewhat limited. This would be most helpful to our efforts right now. Over," replied Commander Naguma.


Meanwhile on the surface of Ganoxa General Grenzer was looking over the tactical map with his commanders. "Sir all evac site defenses are complete. Super Artillery batteries are ready to fire on call and all Arm Slaves are locked and loaded."

"Good. Now we wait," Grenzer said as he looked upwards to the heavens.

Not in this RP..yet.. but. Stop makign those little one or two sentence posts. Draw things out a bit, and wait for other people to post. If you really don't have anything else to post except one liners, then wait for others to post so you can post more than one little line.

Not in this RP..yet.. but. Stop makign those little one or two sentence posts. Draw things out a bit, and wait for other people to post. If you really don't have anything else to post except one liners, then wait for others to post so you can post more than one little line.

OOC: Ok that is fair. Forgive me for not waiting on others. I will delete my previous one or 2 sentence posts. I will just restart from when I show up in the system, and make my first communication, and will wait for others to respond. I will delete all other posts. Communist I would ask that you do the same Azaha makes a good point.

Major Dasher listens to the Communications. Refugees he stated. If they are innocent we can not let them be killed when they are unable to defend themselves.

"What to do Major Dasher thought to himself."

Major Dasher picks up the hand set,

Attention Kotor, this is the Gunstar Solar Flare. We wish to aid you, but believe that your purposal will violate our neutrality. We are however prepared to take some of your refugees on board, and FTL them out of the system for you, to a location of your choosing. This will save more lives, than potentially warning you of an enemy advance, as with only two sensors, the probability would be they would be here before wecould detect them, Space is too big to only be looking in two directions, and we have no idea where they are coming from. We will leave our docking bay open for any shuttles of refugees you wish to put on board.

"Copy Solar Flare, we are grateful for the assistance but all refugee ships are on course to Balroggan space. We wish to keep the people together and not spread out to all corners of the galaxy. Kotor out," replied Naguma.

"Set the ship back into escort and patrol duty."

"Yes sir. Setting ship back in formation. Position 3-2-0."

The Kotor slowly moved away from the Solar Flare and returned to the endless traffic of refugee ships.


"Give me status report on the evacuation," General Grenzer shouted as he was planning the defenses.

"Sir about 498 million have reached Balroggan space safely with another 100 million en route," replied Colonel Maris

"Alright in the mean time, order all units to create extra fortifications for all defensives lines. Anything they can come up with."

Colonel Maris walked over to the communications room. "Send these orders to all defense sites Sargent."

"Yes sir," he said as he took the paper from his hand.

We understand. The Solar Flare signals the Kotor.

Major Dasher, "Are we still scanning their area?"

Lt. Miller replies, "Yes sir." We got quite a good scan on the area, and have identified their transponder signals. We should be able to tell now when we meet them in the future, as to who they are."

Major Dasher responds, "Very good. Hold position here, I have the feeling that we are about to get more intellegence when the Empire shows up. Continue to scan the area, and as many ships as you can. The CDF will greatly appreciate this, and we may all be promoted."

Lt. Miller, "Aye sir."

Major Dasher, "What is the status of our shield and holo-emmiters?"

Capt. Davis replies, "Shields are at 100%, Holo-emmiters are offline, but we can use them. The transpoder encoder is also offline, but we can bring that up as well. All missles are loaded, and flak cannons and the viper squadron is on standby in case anyone wishes to shoot at us. FTL is at 100% with coordinates set to Caprica."

Major Dasher responds, "Now we wait."

The creature kept guiding the captain through the maze of arteries and tissue. Kraetons everywhere where swarming around the captain, wanting to consume his pink flesh. However, Brivun was safe following the creature.

They had finally entered the brain cavity. The creature had disappeared from Brivun. An illusion...

The massive cocoon floating in the air descended from the air. Its tendrils disconnected from the ship and wrapped loosely around the captain. It "spoke".

"Welcome Captain Brivun. I am Niiat of the Kraeton Gestalt. I am glad that you could make it on such short notice. Now, I have a proposal that you may want to consider. I am willing to spare your refugees. However, I can see that there is an invader taking your would. I want to hold claim to many of the worlds that they own in exchange for my assistance. What do you say captain?"

Captain Brivun was even more disturbed when the "creature" disappeared.

Did he put that image in my head? he thought.

Brivun listened to his proposal and replied.

"Yes we are being invaded by an enemy only known as the Galactic Empire. We would welcome any assistance even the most bizarre," Brivun looked back at the creatures behind him, the look of hunger on their faces," for all we care you can claim their entire empire, just on one condition you leave Ganoxa and my allies worlds be. So do we have a deal?"

OOC: RL is busy... will post something tomorrow :)

Sir, Lt. Miller stated. I havebeen trying to figure out a few of these Draidus contacts. It is now confirmed, there are living ships out there.

Major Dasher responds, "What how is that possible? Nothing can live in the void of space."

Lt. Miller replied, "You can see the results for yourself sir, they are organic in nature. They do not have transponders of anykind it seems, and their movement suggests sentience."

Major Dasher responded, "Have you been recording the data."

Lt. Miller replied, "Yes sir."

Major Dasher responded, "Prepare a raptor to go and get a closer look at these organisms. Perhaps they can pick up our signals, try an transmission."

This is the Gunstar Solar Flare to the unknown organisms, in the biofleet. We wish to talk with you. We do not intend you any harm. We are sending a small vessel to your area if you can pick up this transmission.

Moments later a Raptor leaves the Solar Flare, and begins to move towards the biofleet, with full scans on the bioships.

Moments later, another bright flash appears. When the flash recedes, a Mercury Class Battlestar (refit) emmerges. It is three times bigger than the solar flare. (Think Pegasus from the show)

Lt. Miller, "Sir Draidus contact... sir it is Colonial. We are recieving a transmission.

Major Dasher, "Put it on Speakers."

This is the Orion Actual to the Solar Flare please respond. CDF sent us to your location. Is everything alright? Please respond.

Major Dasher picks up the handset and replies,

Orion this is the Solar Flare actual, be advised an upcoming battle is goign to occur. We were getting intellegence on the foreign ships. So far everything is alright, but it is good to have you here.

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On board the BSG Orion,

Commander Dala looked at the CIC. She was around 40 years old, with blond hair. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds in the white light of the CIC.

Commander Dala ordered, "An upcoming battle, Set Condition One, prepare all viper squadrons, and load our batteries."

Commander Dala picks up the handset, "Major Dasher this is Commander Dala. Who is going to be fighting, and what is the cause of it?"

Major Dasher responds, "We have no idea sir. The aliens stated the Galactic Empire was comingto invade them but they also stated they have no clue why.

Commander Dala answered, "No clue why. How could that be? If someone is going to invade you, you must have pissed them off. Major Dasher, they must have been hiding the reason, or are lying to you. Be advised I am taking command of the fleet. Maintain Condition one, and send me your data so far."

Major Dasher replies, "Yes sir." He hangs up the handset. "Damn" he said. She will take all of the credit for his hard work, and survelliance. What the frack could he do though, an order was an order.

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A raptor immediatly left the flight pod, of the Solar Flare, heading to the Orion, with a copy of the data disks on board.

As the Raptor landed on board the Orion, a squadron of Mark VIII Vipers launch from the tubes of the Orion, and form a defensive formation around the Colonial Fleet.

(Total Colonial forces in the "air" : One Gunship, One Battlestar, 20 Mark VIII Vipers, and 1 Mark II Raptor heading to the biofleet to conduct scans)

It had been decided by the Wanderjarian Lord, to mobilize the 1st, 2nd, and 3-rd Legions of the Wanderjarian War Machine. Millions upon millions of soldiers and mechanized death machines began loading into transport craft, prepping for the inevitable strike on whichever world they were sent. A massive Star Fleet Armada was assembled as well, led by Admiral Pershing, and Lord Kommandant Grieger. Legions of Clone Soldiers marched in formation, following mile long columns of BaneBlade and Leman Russ Tanks. Also in formation, where the Basilisk Artillery Battaries, which would, as always, support the troops in their war. And following behind these were the trademark symbols of the Galactic Empire: the Walkers. AT-ATs, AT-STs, and AT-PTs entered their own personal boarding craft, which loaded to capacity and took off into the red sky of Wanderjar, entered the Atmosphere, and settled in space alongside their comrades. The God Machines of War however, were last: The Titans. Scout Titans, the Warhound Class moved in first, as they were the quickest. These were followed suit according to size: the medium Reavers', then the Warlords, and ultimately the collossal Emperor Class. These massive machines of death and carnage were loaded and packed, and finally it was done. The legions which would do battle against the Kraetons were assembled.



Elsewhere, the Astartes Legion, the Black Wraiths, sent their 2nd and 3rd Companies alongside the Imperial Guardsmen. These genetic superwarriors, possessed by the dark energies of Chaos, were eager for the slaughter and glory which awaited their services to the Blood God. Only time would show the rivers of blood which they would inevitably spill.


The time of war had come. Wanderjarian forces entered the Warp, and after a short stay within the miasma, they would exit into the fury of battle.

The world faded for a moment, light became dark and dark became. ... something else. Lightsabres crashed around the emperor, the room spun in a haze. Above, he could just make out the simple glimmer of a statue, tall and golden it resembled nothing he had ever witnessed, but yet, familiarity plagued him. Trapped like an animal in this revelation of the force Palpatine paused to collect his thoughts. A lightsabre could be heard in the distance, two, three, four, ten, twenty the noise was growing screams echoed into his mind, the darkside rejoiced in the death, the raw emotion of the force unleashed from the material world. Silence...... Clarity...... Palpatine walked slowly, the first step was the hardest. Here he was young again, the power of his youth reborn, and.... he was laughing.

Surrounded by Terminators of the Imperium and guarded more closely by his red robed warriors he moved forward further this time, almost with a manic skip. "How could you believe in victory? How could you not foresee this day? I am the force, I am your lord, Jeehdai." The word was spat with contempt.

"I believe in freedom, I believe in the force, I believe ahhhhh." A Space marine battered the knees of this one man, knocking him to the ground.

"In prophecy?" Palpatine cackled contempuously. "You Jedi are all alike, so arrogant, so noble, you never change, and for your defiance the force demands its silver, how could you not see this coming? How could you deny the existence of the Sith? How could you refute the power of destiny?"

"How could you kill so many? How could you torture a Galaxy? Why, why must you destroy with your emotion?"

Palpatine looked down at the cowering Jedi, igniting his lightsabre he smiled. "Because I can......."

The Emperor was pulled from his meditation by several aides entering his sanctum. "Majesty, we have scanned the system in its entirety and have found no trace of enemy forces attempting to obtain a tactical advantage, our fleet is awaiting further instruction." The servant bowed and paused before the Obsidian throne aware of the emperors ailments and... slightly absent veneer. Holding firm like mount Tantis itself he awaited the commands of his emperor.

Palpatine returned to this reality, his pale yellow eyes struggled to readjust to the dim blue of his durasteel throne room. Entombed behind several layers of shielding, and guarded by a battlefleet vast as the empire itself, the lord of the Sith turned his throne to the great windows behind. "Have they fired upon my fleet?"

"Not yet my lord, they remain in position around the sixth world of this system, your Thrashian subjects are advancing per your orders majesty."

"Send a transmission to these rebels - allow them to surrender." Pausing, Palpatine studied the world so far in the distance. Insignificant, free, his for the taking. Not one to enjoy the thrills of war, Palpatine preferred the throne room to the rigours of mindless and dangerous conflict. His visions often assured him of victory, assuring him that as long as he remained in the shadows, distant from the vast population he controlled he would forever remain, his legacy would endure the pathetic attempts of the rebellion, the upcoming invasion of the Vong, the foolish attempts of the Hutts. Yet, the force conspired, the force had a will of its own and now, Palpatine had become dispensable, no longer would the dark rage of hate sustain his life. The force just like the Jedi was betraying him to fate.

"You are ever the great humanitarian Majesty." The emperor remained oblivious to the compliment. "I will have Moff Tarkin make the."

"No..."

"Excuse me Majesty?"

"I.... will make the transmission, arrange it immediately." A few moments later the emperor wavered into existence on those ships equipped with holographic technology. Hooded and shimmering, the dark lord of the Sith towered over those receiving his message. Palpatine glared down on those below him. "Rebel forces of this system, you are hopelessly outnumbered, you cannot win. Cease this futile gesture of resistance, surrender, and you will not be harmed. Power down your weapons, shut off your defences and I will be merciful to those who accept the new order of this Galaxy."

The transmission ended and Palpatine smiled, still looking out towards the distant world beyond. "Order our forces to advance. If they have not surrendered, open fire on every vessel, to those that have, dispatch the storm troopers to secure their warships." The young aide bowed and scurried off. "Ahhh." Palpatine said fondly, realising just why he found the statue in his vision so familiar. "Now why did you come here Ashka Boda." He laughed, sure now, of being on the cusp of obtaining his holy grail.

Suddenly, a violent dark fissure erupted in the middle of space just a few hundred million kilometers away from the eighth planet known as Gnaxoa, a planet which belonged to Asfaltum. The Huntarian fleet emerged from the fissure, still cloaked. Heromath paced upon the bridge of the Nemesis, still trying to decide just what he wanted to do before he struck. That's when he felt an unusual presence near him. Not that he was force sensitive, mind you, but the person he felt approach him was. She had this certain... Aurora about her that makes you know it's her, "Lady Shelintiave. What a pleasant surprise to see you on this war faring hour. What can I do for you?"

The Kirtir Lord smiled, "Oh... I'm sure you've heard the Emepror's recent message, yes?"

The old man shook his head, "no my lady. I've been too busy getting the officer's ready for their battle stations. Why? What did he say?"

Shelintiave motioned to the Comm's officer, who replayed the Emperor's message:


Rebel forces of this system, you are hopelessly outnumbered, you cannot win. Cease this futile gesture of resistance, surrender, and you will not be harmed. Power down your weapons, shut off your defences and I will be merciful to those who accept the new order of this Galaxy

The Grand Admiral snorted, "as much as I respect Palpatine, and you know I do Shelintiave, I simply have to laugh at that. He should know by now that desperate people won't just surrender their planets to Imperial rule. Why else is the rebellion still alive and well? I know it's not his fault they're still around..."

Shelintiave cut him off by waving her hand in dismissal, "there's always the chance that they'd prefer to keep their government and economy alive by surrendering. They won't have to force themselves to collapse due to ideals. Besides... We're still to attack Gnaxoa."

Heromath raised his eyebrows in surprise, "isn't that a violation of the rules of war to not attack people who have surrendered themselves to you?"

Shelintiave shook her head, "no sir," then she giggled in a wicked girlish laugh, "nooooo.... My dear Grand Admiral, the eighth planet doesn't belong to Asfaltum. Nope... In fact, it's a planet which Asfaltum and another communistic government own." Shelintiave sighed and reached into her robes, pulled out a datapad, and handed it to Heromath, "Just a few moments ago, I got a private transmission from Moff Tarkin himself stating that we are to keep any refugees from fleeing Asfaltum space. He also wishes to keep the planet intact as much as possible so that we won't have to give them a new planet," Shelintiave grinned at that statement, "We're setting up the Warp Disruptors as we speak to prevent them from directly jumping from this system."

Heromath narrowed his eyes as he read the message, "won't that reveal the fleet masked from our cloaking field?"

Shelintiave shrugged her shoulders, "they're likely to detect us just from our sheer numbers. The amount of power we're already generating should give our position anyways."

Heromath sighed, "very well. Continue your operation, and we'll form the fleet to block any enemy ships from escaping. I'll keep our Mini-Axial Cannon's charged to target the larger ships. We'll try to keep them alive as much as possible it seems. If they give us too much trouble... We'll destroy the planet."

Shelintave nodded, "of course, Tarkin mentioned we can do what we want with the planet. He just wishes it if we could keep it alive."

Heromath nodded, "agreed then. Comms, send the message out to the fleet to move for blockade position. We're now to form a blockade position around the planet, we only need to keep their refugees from escaping, and from any military ships from escaping. Make sure all ships have their Ion Cannon's fully charged and ready to fire on target, Lightning Field's active to shut down enemy fighters."

"Aye Admiral. Message sent."

Now dear Emperor and Moff, lets just see where this thing goes...

OOC: Uhm, I guess you guys forgot that a large part of my government is run by counselors (Asfaltum Jedis)... but what the heck, I'm going to loose anyway...

IC:
(Worth knowing: Most Asfaltic armed ships are built on the concept that quality is better than numbers, and even if Asfaltum didn't have a large fleet, it still had quite a lethal punch.

Most ships are built on the following design:
The main body of the ship is a cylinder. The whole cylinder is lined with unmanned gun-decks, thus giving it a 360 degrees angle fire-power. Not only that, but when activated, this cylinder starts rotating. Why? Simple. After a gun-deck has fired off a volley, it is "replaced" by the next gun-deck who promptly lets off another volley, without having to wait for the guns to reload. This way, an Asfaltic ship can engage 3 enemys at a time. By the time an Imperial Star Destroyer would have fired its guns, reloaded and fired again, an Asfaltic Ship-of-the-Line would have already fired off 6 gun-decks, and still be going strong. Add that to the fact that damage is greatly spread, and you have a battle-ship designers' dream.

Asfaltum forces gathered around the planet:

Asfaltum Fleet:

100 Ship-of-the-Line
55 Frigates
40 Sloop-of-War
30 Infiltrator-class Cruisers
20 Gunships
2 Sniper-class Gunships
70 Torpedo-class Destroyers
25 Submarine-class Cloaked Torpedo-ships
8 Royal Devastators
5 Dreadnoughts
30 Carriers
5 Supernova-class Battlestars
20 Genetics Battle-cruisers
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Total: 415 ships

Reserves:

70 Mon Calmari Cruisers
20 Light-class Carriers
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Total: 90 ships

Rangers (Special forces):

60 Gladiator-class Frigates
10 Tarantula-class Battleships
8 Wrath-class Destroyers
2 Mjölner-class Dreadnoughts
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Total: 80 ships

+ 100 ships impounded from all the planets ship-yards

Total forces: 680 ships)
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In response to Palpatines message:
We will not surrender unconditionally. We are willing to join your Empire, but we will not throw ourselves at your mercy. While we may be hopelessly outnumbered, we are not outgunned. Each of our ships equal two of yours, and while we may not win this battle, you will pay for your victory in blood and with the loss of the major part of your fleets. If you want to gain a new allie, than offer us terms of surrender that we can accept, not this ultimatum that you give to every weak planet you encounter. In the meantime, until you respond, we will not stand down.
Asfaltum was a small world, the King knew that. In the long run, it didn't have much of a chance to stand against the Imperial forces. But, instead of surrendering unconditionally and submitting oneself to the Imperials, the King decided to fight. Not to the death, mind you, but to proove that Asfaltum was as good as any other member of the Empire. Thus the chances of having some more favourable conditions of surrender would be greater, and the Imperials would not mock Asfaltum as another weak nation, but realize thet bloodshed that would take place, should they not offer any worthy terms of surrender.

Alistair was watching the tactical hologram display. Contrary to common belief, Asfaltum had quite a few surprises for invading forces. Sniper-class Gunships were one of them. Unfortunately, Alistair thought, Asfaltum had only constructed two of them so far. But that would have to do for now. "Contact the Sniper-class Gunships, and order them to fire at..." he paused, as if thinking. "At the Thrashians?" the Captain eagerly filled in. "No, as you can see, the enemy has split into three groups. Obviously the Thrashian and the other cloaked forces are going to attack our flanks, while the bulk of the Imperials will attack us straight on. I want both Gunships to fire at the Imperial bulk force. The enemy won't have any advantage outflanking us, if thier main battle-line is crumbling..." - "Aye, sir!" Seconds later, two enormous explosions detonated in the middle of Unified Sith forces, the blasts lighting up the whole system, like flares of Asfaltum anger. (Sniper-class Gunship: the whole ship is one big gun really...it works like this: The sniper-class gunship places itself in a starsystem far away from the target. Four telemetry-droids are in the same starsystem as the target, and "feed" the gunship with target information, like coordinates, size etc. When ready, the gunship releases a "shell" which is followed by a huge burst of energy. The shell enters slip-stream (or hyperspace if you wish) and "drags" the energy-ball with it, and jumps into the other startsystem (and ships). The shell goes off, turning the energy into anti-matter which usually results in a really big explosion and shockwave that not even the biggest of space-stations can survive, and which can take out up to 200 enemy ships at a time, deending on distance and formation. The gunship takes 10 minutes to reload, which is enough time for it to change position, so that even if the enemy somehow traces the projectile, the gunship won't be there.)

In the meantime, Asfaltum forces had taken some losses as a result of Thrashian flank maneuver attack. Nonetheless, the Thrashians first combat had been against Asfaltum ships made for export, which had been impounded in order to bolster the fleet. As the enemy started engaging the regular fleet, they soon realized that it wasn't going to be an easy fight. The Asfaltum ships mounted a massive barrage with their Disruptors, Turbolasers, Ion cannons, Railguns, Mega Phasers, Particle Beams, Photon Torpedoes, Gravimetric Torpedoes, Pulse Turrents, various Missiles and other weapons; returning fire at a faster rate then the enemy could ever hope of achieving, being able to engage several enemies at the same time and also being able to spread the damage recieved. Also, the Thrashians had made a big mistake in using wolf-pack formations. The solid formations of fast-firing Asfaltum ships were more than a match for these. In fact, the Asfaltumians were more than familiar with wolf-pack tactics, and using them against the Thrashians, they soon surrounded the enemy and tried to isolate them into small formations, surrounding them and trying to overpower them with their massive firepower.

In the meantime, the two sides' fighter-craft engaged each other, on one side the TIE-fighters lead by Imperial Knights, and on the other side SF-Vipers (http://www.thespacesite.com/gallery/display/203.jpg) and SF-11 Ultrafighters (http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs11/300W/i/2006/187/5/e/Scyth_Fighter_Craft_by_Namelessblob.jpg), lead by the Jedies. The whole thing soon developed into massive dogfights, as the Jedies didn't alow the Imperial Knights to concentrate on attacking ships, and so both sides suffered regular losses, as the duells unfolded... (although it may be said that the majority of losses were suffered by the Thrashians, as they were unprepared at facing the Jedies and had slightly less manouverable fighter-craft.)

OOC: Well, I'm off for the weekend, see you guys on Monday :)

Kala-Keihm System

The Zeus seemed to draw everyone’s attention as it dominated the system. Its six kilometer bulk was not huge by other nation’s standards but by the Empire and their 180 meter battleships, it was colossal. That is why there is only one in each fleet to act as the command vessel of the entire fleet. The carrier was not a sitting duck like most other nations were, it had more weapons and shields in comparison to any other vessel, other than the Dreadnaughts. They could hold their own against an enemy fleet alone.

Aboard The Zeus, the Admiral of the fleet sat in his office. Ba’El was carefully going over plans he had drawn up for a surgical strike at the main leader of the enemy strike force. Before him was the Commander of the Beta Battlegroup, Commander Far’Gohn.

“…so you take the group into the system remaining in T-Space and when the time is right, prepare to launch the Ion Generator into the star. That should increase the Ion radiation output of the sun a hundredfold and disable their shields. Once their shields fail, I want the entire Battlegroup to concentrate on the Command Ship. The Executor should be torn to shreds. I want it dismantled. Use every means possible even if the success of the mission means their not returning. Infect the sucker and cause it to turn upon itself. Slice its engines off with the Cutters so it cannot escape. Tear holes in its hull with our Grav Torps and the SGEs. Take that symbol of the Galactic Empire down because as long as it exists, the invaders will have a morale boost the defenders cannot afford them to have. If we can eliminate their flagship, then the League will have a fighting chance.”

“So far we put up the act of busying ourselves with refugees so they would disregard us and not being a threat. That is our ruse and according to all the scans, they have not even looked on our direction other than to follow the trail of fleeing civilians. I want the strike fleet departing within the next 20 minutes. The ships will proceed to the Insertion Zone using Deep T-Space maneuvers to avoid any possible detection of them by enemy sensors. As far as we know, they cannot detect us in T-Space but that may be a ruse upon their part. Take no chances and go in under full stealth.”

“You, I, and The Emperor are the only ones that know of this plan and I want to keep it that way until you are ready to attack. The crew will not know anything of the mission until the last moment. Do you understand the mission?”

“Yes Admiral, I will fight to the last Ta’Nar and we will remove that obscene bulk from the universe. I will not fail if given the slightest chance to succeed.”

“Thank you, Dismissed”

Twenty minutes later, the Beta Battlegroup Uplifted into T-Space and slipped out of the Kala-Keihm System…

It was dark, in the depths of the massive stone fortress. Outside, the grey stone fortress seemed horribly out of place in the hot steamy jungle of the Vanden world. The fortress stood ontop of a shallow mountain, but still the light grey blocks did not match with the lush greenscape around it.

The internals were quite different from the outside however. Cool, with a slight dry breeze reverberated throughout the whole fortress. Massive air conditioning units kept the entire fotress at a very cold 40 degrees F. There was a reasoning behind it, but it was unknown to the average fortress maintinenceman.

In a room, inside one of the three main buildings of the fortress, a meek slender man, wearing a heavy fur parka stood. He awaited for the Knight he intended to talk to. Brother-Captain Flavian was knelt inside a small archway, his hand held to his head, infront of him an idolized stature of the past Immortal God Emperor. The meek man dared not disturb the Knight whilst he prayed, or face a certain, and gruesome death.

Finally, the Knight's hand lowered to his weapon that was sheathed on his hip. He stood slowly, his massive nine foot frame, and huge bulk taking up nearly all of the archway. Turning slowly, he shot the meek man a vengeful stare, but kept his body language, and facial features nuetral. "What is it, messenger?"

"Fortress Commander Flavian... sir." He tried not to let his voice show fear, but he was failing horribly. With great hesitation he went on. "The Balroggans appear to be reacting. They have increased their homeguard patrols in the system, and planet side. Radio chatter suggest they are experiancing agression from some one, but we cannot decipher who or what.... Mi'Lord."

"Why are you telling me? Obviously it is not a daemon incursion, or we would know about it months before such a catastrophe."

"Mi'Lord, they seem to be very agitated and upset. We know that these people are not easily upset."

Flavian growled. He didn't like it when his underlings second-guessed him. However, the messenger had a point. "Then why don't you go ASK them yourself what the problem is? Instead of bothering me with such trivial problems. You are the highest ranking civilian in this installation, use your authority, consular."

"Right away, Mi'Lord." He quickly turned around and left the room. Behind him, Flavian turned back around and resumed his prayers. He would let the consular handle it if it really was a big issue.

Some time later, a large Aquilla transport flier rose up from behind the fortress walls. The guard towers of Inquisitorial Stormtroopers trained theur weapons on the Aquilla as it left. One could never be too sure.

The Battlestar Orion's CIC was in quite an uproar. The draidus screen, which hung down above the planning table was littered with Red-Unknown Contacts. The crew, dressed in their Blue uniforms, scurried around the CIC, almost like a swarm of bees. The noise from the chatter was almost deafening.

Commander Dala, What is the status of the unknown vessels?

Capt. Wilson began to place model ships on the planning table. The ships that were identified as the Asfaltic Fleet, is gathering around the planet here, pointing to it with a pointer. They have numerous contacts, surrounding the planet, with over 400 ships so far. The Galactic Empire has their ships stationed here, Pointing again on the glowing white table. As of yet we can not tell if there are any other fleets in the area, the Communist have seemed to left the system with the refugees.

Commander Dala, looks around the CIC. The room had a blue glow to it, as the battle lights were turned on. Small computer terminals scattered the CIC. The glass doors, were shut behind the Commander, as two armed marines dressed in black stood outside. On the glass, the Colonial Crest Stood, a bird with 12 sharp feathers pointed upwards. Above the Bird were two words, Battlestar Orion, and below BSG 42.

"Any communications?", Commander Dala asked.

"Yes sir," Lt. Falker said. "We have intercepted two communications. One from the GE asking the Asfaltum to unconditionally surrender. The other was the Asfaltum response. The Asfaltum stated that they would surrender, but not unconditionally."

Commander Dala looked at the draidus contacts. "That is an interesting move between both parties." she stated. "Based on the the current movement of ships, where will the battle most likely be? I want to be out of the engagement zone, but I want a good view, she stated.

Colonel Klimens responded, "Commander, if the battle does ensue, where we are currently at will likely be a place that the fleets will pass through. It would seem that the battle will begin to take place around the Asfaltum home planet. That is unless there are more ships out there that Draidus has not currently detected."

Commander Dala replied, "Take us out of the area of the fifth planet, using sublight engines. We do not need to be caught in the crossfire. Order the Solar Flare to do the same."

Solar Flare this is Orion Actual. You are to follow us to these coordinates. Orion out.

ooc: Um...asfaltum, I'd like you to redo your reply post concerning my attack force. 1) because you are not able to rp my forces being surrounded whatsoever without first having declared you would try to do so, and allowing my men to (in fluid time) respond as you tried carrying out the said maneuver. 2) When I say wolf-packs, I don't mean sending in one small group after another of star destroyers (i'm not general burnside and this is not fredricksburg); but that they are grouped into combat formations of at least 15 Star Destroyers, each V-formation of them within supporting distance of another three such Vs. Its similar to the formation of SDs seen in ROTJ, at the battle of Endor.

So, that said, please redo you post. Also, Imperial SDs don't "load" turbolasers, like cannon do. Their laser cannon, meaning that they simply soak up energy from the reactors. Your thinking, I imagine, of the CIS ships seen in ROTS at the battle of Curoscant.

OOC: I Just like to state that Communistic Govts does not own Ganoxa. It is a separate nation that i try to keep separate from CG. I just post on the CG name because jolt has screwed up my other account. Anyways we are using Asfaltums Rebellion thread as an OOC thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/newreply.php?do=newreply&noquote=1&p=12411863).

Captain Brivun was even more disturbed when the "creature" disappeared.

Did he put that image in my head? he thought.

Brivun listened to his proposal and replied.

"Yes we are being invaded by an enemy only known as the Galactic Empire. We would welcome any assistance even the most bizarre," Brivun looked back at the creatures behind him, the look of hunger on their faces," for all we care you can claim their entire empire, just on one condition you leave Ganoxa and my allies worlds be. So do we have a deal?"

OOC sorry for the short post. Things RLwise are getting a bit busy. Im going to orlando with a girl and we are going to meet Kurt Angle which'll be pretty sweet...im leaving tonight so heres a quicky till monday night..

IC

Niiat thought as he floated.

"Captain, we will help protect you and ferry people to their needed destination. I will hold back many of the ship's immunity systems so that your people will be safe. That shall be all." The tendrils unwound from him and let the Captain go.

In space, the 37 broodships turned towards the refugee convoy and began escorting them towards their destination. It mae no sense to engage any enemies as the navy was not at full strength and could do little unless boarding parties were to go on the ships.

Vanden VII, other side of the Galaxy:


The Aquilla flew over the lush greed vegetation stirring up flocks of fliers as the thunder of the engines disturbed the canopy inhabitants. More than once, the pilot thought he saw one of the large carnivors that were the rage of so many tourists and their hunting exhibitions, one of the main attractions of the planet to tourists. There wasn’t much else other than minerals and insects. The planet definitely had its share of insects and it was a lot cheaper to extract the minerals out of the asteroids than having to deal with weather messing up equipment. It rained nearly every day and that brought the profit margin down having to deal with increased maintenance costs.

Off in the distance, the hint of the Space Tower could be seen. The ship continued onward with the artificial stricter taking shape. Details could be seen clearer now it was closer. At the foot of the tower, several cities were taking shape, fueled by the tourist and a few other attractions to the planet.

As the Aquilla neared Vanden Space Tower, two Proteus fighters came up along side the large transport’

“Attention unknown flier, you are approaching restricted airspace on an unauthorized course. Please identify yourself.”

Heromath was ready to send his fleet into battle to help the Thrashian fleet, but he had his orders from the Emperor. To stay and prevent any refugees from escaping. Then it hit him, something he almost forgot. His fleet still had their Shield class Stations operational, and his command ship, the H.S.S. Nemesis has a repair station for ships that are >1000 meters in length. Should prove to be useful for the Thrashians and any other Imperial allied fleets.

"Comms, send out a priority one encoded message to all Imperial allied ships, especially Palpatines."

"Channel open Grand Admiral."

"Attention Imperial allies, this is Grand Admiral Heromath of the Huntarian Empire. I'd advice for all of you to take advantage of several advantages we have to offer. Our Shield class Stations provide shielding support for our fleet, I highly recommend any heavily damaged ships to fall back behind our lines while we provide you fire cover to give yourselves time to repair shielding. Also, my command ship, the H.S.S. Nemesis provides a small repair station which can repair ships less than one thousand meters in length. I hope this helps add to our advantage. Good hunting.

Heromath out."

"Message sent sir."

"Let's hope the rest of the Galactic Empire get the hint," Heromath mumbled to himself.

Skye observed the arcane spectacle progressing all around him, amazed at how long the Avatars had kept their chanting up for so long. It was easy to understand why performing such magics would have required ungodly fortitude. Any mortal who would seek to cast a single spell for so long without interruption would certainly have died weeks ago. Long had they yet to go before the spell would be completed, and when it was, they would begin again, and again after that.

The energies put forth by the spell wended their way through the surrounding trees and into the vast distances visible through breaks in the Grove-Edge, fortifying and reinforcing the colossal plantlife that once was Terivine's most notable feature. Now, after the great tragedy that had befallen the lush world, the Godulans worked as feverishly as ever to restore it, and to improve it. Visible beyond the Grove-Edge and the omnipresent fog, a great tree, perhaps three kilometers in diameter, reached skyward, bristling with leaves and crystalline growths. Of course, the tree was but a single branch of a plant far more colossal still, stretching down the kilometers into the crystal-infused planet itself, intertwining with other trees so tightly that entire seas existed in the foliage of the great world-spanning forest.

Terivine would be far more than what it once was, but for now, other things existed to draw the attention of the Godulans.

Baron Skye, we have recieved some disturbing reports--

The voice brought Skye out of his reverie for but a moment, and he swiftly held the voice in check with his own response.

I have no more information on the matter. The Overlink tells us only of a single engagement against a small nation that would otherwise have been beneath our notice. We have no prior contacts with the nation in question, nor have they ever approached us in the interest of forging such connections.

And the Balroggans are seeking to conduct their own operations, but they are our allies, should we not assist?

No.

But Baron, why?

The Balroggans can take care of themselves. We are conducting negotiations elsewhere. If the Balroggan force is overwhelmed, and these forces seek penance against them, we will be ready, but for now we must not yet reveal ourselves. Long have we avoided contact with the Imperials during our time of weakness. We would not wish to show them what we have become since then.

As you wish, Baron.

Are the Coredians aware of the situation?

Not that we know of, Baron.

Send an Avatar to them, bring them up to speed and see if they know anything we do not. We will require their insight on this issue if we are to attempt any method of rectifying it, WHEN we decide to attempt it.

Yes, Baron. Executing...

A ship, unlike any other known to be from TGM, emerged from a hole in the space time continium, it was a sort of tunnel. If it's IFF systems were questioned they would reveal that it was the TGMS Roberta. Which anyone who knows TGM would think was strange as Ships are generally named and numbered according to the type of mission they were on.

This unusual ship, looking like it was a twin to the Starship Enterprise, moved towards the battle as fast as it would go, however it would still be sometime before it got near to the action. Despite this no communications eminated from the ship informing anyone of their plans.

Despite being allied with Asfaltum the ship did not send them a message indicating they were here to help nor did it send a message to the forces of the Galactic Empire. All it did was it was rushing towards the battle.

Skye observed the arcane spectacle progressing all around him, amazed at how long the Avatars had kept their chanting up for so long. It was easy to understand why performing such magics would have required ungodly fortitude. Any mortal who would seek to cast a single spell for so long without interruption would certainly have died weeks ago. Long had they yet to go before the spell would be completed, and when it was, they would begin again, and again after that.

The energies put forth by the spell wended their way through the surrounding trees and into the vast distances visible through breaks in the Grove-Edge, fortifying and reinforcing the colossal plantlife that once was Terivine's most notable feature. Now, after the great tragedy that had befallen the lush world, the Godulans worked as feverishly as ever to restore it, and to improve it. Visible beyond the Grove-Edge and the omnipresent fog, a great tree, perhaps three kilometers in diameter, reached skyward, bristling with leaves and crystalline growths. Of course, the tree was but a single branch of a plant far more colossal still, stretching down the kilometers into the crystal-infused planet itself, intertwining with other trees so tightly that entire seas existed in the foliage of the great world-spanning forest.

Terivine would be far more than what it once was, but for now, other things existed to draw the attention of the Godulans.

Baron Skye, we have recieved some disturbing reports--

The voice brought Skye out of his reverie for but a moment, and he swiftly held the voice in check with his own response.

I have no more information on the matter. The Overlink tells us only of a single engagement against a small nation that would otherwise have been beneath our notice. We have no prior contacts with the nation in question, nor have they ever approached us in the interest of forging such connections.

And the Balroggans are seeking to conduct their own operations, but they are our allies, should we not assist?

No.

But Baron, why?

The Balroggans can take care of themselves. We are conducting negotiations elsewhere. If the Balroggan force is overwhelmed, and these forces seek penance against them, we will be ready, but for now we must not yet reveal ourselves. Long have we avoided contact with the Imperials during our time of weakness. We would not wish to show them what we have become since then.

As you wish, Baron.

Are the Coredians aware of the situation?

Not that we know of, Baron.

Send an Avatar to them, bring them up to speed and see if they know anything we do not. We will require their insight on this issue if we are to attempt any method of rectifying it, WHEN we decide to attempt it.

Yes, Baron. Executing...
"Tsunade-sama. A Godulan Avatar has just arrived." Shizune said over the intercom. "He wants to see you now."

Tsunade scowled, knowing that it's about the incidents at Asfaltum. "Very well. Send him in. By the way, did my message to Daniel get through?"

"Yes, ma'am, although he's still on that mission to Expel."

Ah. It seems the negotiations with Expel are going all right.

=====

"That is indeed a strange story." I said, sipping tea with the Elven Queen of Expel. She has just finished telling me a story of a group of youngsters that saved their world from an evil force. "No more stranger than my own son traveling around the galaxy to collect eight elements while fighting my sister's forces along the way. It's all the same story, only with different characters."

"Indeed. Still, we were very lucky. If this world had fallen, more would have followed and you would have been faced with a threat as great as the Empire's." The Queen said. "While this generation would never know how close the world had come to destruction, my generation know full well the consequences of evil. And that, my dear Emperor, is why I say that our alliance should and will always remain strong even in the face of the Empire's growth."

I nodded. "I thank you for your kindness and friendship, your Highness. So as such, the trade agreements can continue?"

"They will continue." The Queen nodded. Then an aide entered the room.

"My apologies, your Highnesses. Emperor Masaki, message from Konoha." The aide slipped me a piece of flimsiplast.

The Queen must have noticed the look on my face because she asked, calmly. "Is something the matter, your Highness?"

I sighed. "Just that the Empire's at it again. I just recieved word that a small nation known as Asfaltum is under attack by the Empire. I feel sorry for the people under their gun."

"As do I. Do you wish to wrap these negotiations up?"

"Perhaps. I don't mind staying a few hours longer. Still..." I made a note and gave it to the aide. "Send this to Admiral Achilles."

The aide nodded and left the room.

"You wish to fight the Empire again?" The Queen asked. She sure knows what I'm thinking, even if she's no Force-sensitive.

I shrugged. "Doesn't hurt to twist the thorn in its side some more. Still..."

A feeling washed over me. A fleeting vision came to me, a vision of Palpatine cackling in triumph. Then it went away.

"Still...I get the feeling there's more to this invasion than simple imperialism. I intend to find out what that is." I said.

The Queen nodded. "Of course. More tea?"

"Sure." I smiled.

The Consular stood behind the two pilots, who were currently entranced in keeping the flier from accidently swiping the two Balroggan fighters that were now on their flanks.

The smug fur coat the Consular was wearing earlier was now gone, replaced by a long flowing robe, grey in tinge, that swept past his feet. His thin brown hair was braided into a pony-tail that drooped to the small of his back. However, his face was no longer pale and deathly, his contenence replaced by a slight redness, and the glossy reflection of his damp skin, partly from the humidity, but mostly from the raw heat inside the craft. There must be numerous breeches in the hull, being as old as the lander was.

As the great spire came into view, the pilots started to slow the lander down, and slowly started to make course adjustments. The ship shuddered and protested at the change in velocity. It almost made the Consular nervous, almost.

Finally, the pilot tapped the communications relay, and matched the frequency the fighters were on. He began to speak, but there was no microphone, atleast a visible one. He did however have a transmitter lodged in his throat. Damn implants, the Consular mused.

This is Imperial Lander Delta-034, from the Ordo Malleus Fortress, Vanden sect. We carry an Ordo Malleus emissary to speak with the Balroggan govenor. Requesting permission to land.

ooc: Um...asfaltum, I'd like you to redo your reply post concerning my attack force. 1) because you are not able to rp my forces being surrounded whatsoever without first having declared you would try to do so, and allowing my men to (in fluid time) respond as you tried carrying out the said maneuver. 2) When I say wolf-packs, I don't mean sending in one small group after another of star destroyers (i'm not general burnside and this is not fredricksburg); but that they are grouped into combat formations of at least 15 Star Destroyers, each V-formation of them within supporting distance of another three such Vs. Its similar to the formation of SDs seen in ROTJ, at the battle of Endor.

So, that said, please redo you post. Also, Imperial SDs don't "load" turbolasers, like cannon do. Their laser cannon, meaning that they simply soak up energy from the reactors. Your thinking, I imagine, of the CIS ships seen in ROTS at the battle of Curoscant.

OOC: Point taken, Thrashia, although I would like to point out to you, that you stated that you were trying to "drive a wedge into" my fleet. When driving a wedge into something, you take for granted that whatever you are driving it into, surrounds it, right? Anyway, I'll edit my post and try to make it a little better...Also, Turbolasers may not reload like normal cannons do, but that doesn't mean that they don't need cooling time, besides, if they would fire continously, they would not only overheat, but also drain the reactors...

OOC: All OOC comments to the OOC thread please.

Darth Sidious coughed heavily for a moment a gentle trickle of blood emerging from his dry cracked throat, wiped away on his robe, before anyone would notice the emperor weakened. "My Lord." A voice echoed from behind. "We have a reply from your subjects."

"Read it to me." Palpatine attempted with strength.

"We will not surrender unconditionally. We are willing to join your Empire, but we will not throw ourselves at your mercy. While we may be hopelessly outnumbered, we are not outgunned. Each of our ships equal two of yours, and while we may not win this battle, you will pay for your victory in blood and with the loss of the major part of your fleets. If you want to gain a new ally, than offer us terms of surrender that we can accept, not this ultimatum that you give to every weak planet you encounter. In the meantime, until you respond, we will not stand down."

A snide laughter filled the throne room and then it happened again. Light turned to dark and dark turned into..... something else. Palpatine was stronger this time, much stronger than the last vision, yet it was he who was now on his knees, it was he who was before a Jedi crumpled in a heap. Fear filled his being, the gnawing terror of death wracked everything he was and hoped to become. The madness of the force yearned against his will, and a blade, hot as a thousand suns lay before his eyes.

"You have deserved this, my lord."

Palpatine smirked and raised his hands, the Jedi swung his blade the seething sound submitting to the countless dead of this Imperial rein. A flash of light engulfed the room, dark seemed to move as though it were alive, shadows clawd at lamps, and there Palpatine had rose to his feet, a barrier of the force between him and death. Curling his head to one side his bright yellow eyes studied his foe. The vision was unclear as to whom it was, his future self gloating in his victory. "Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen." The laughter grew, mutating into hate.

"Order Moff Tarkin to conduct the assault." Palpatine uttered in reality. "They posture outnumbered and outgunned, out ranged and out willed. The force is with me." Palpatine assured himself. "There can be nothing but victory.

Two hundred and ninety thousand kilometres from the Asfaltum fleet, the Imperial Navy formed her battleline. Using their vast range as security, the force waited like a dagger in the dark, a hovering malevolence that would not move nor budge...

A great wall of Star Destroyers and frigates symbolised the fortification of the Imperial advance. unleashing their volleys, gigatonnes of energy spewed forth in a simple barrage of Imperial doctrine and precision. It continued perfect and precise as Moff Tarkin surveyed the situation from the bridge. Gazing into the holographic simulation of the battle he rubbed his hands together savouring the unfolding events. "The Thrashians have begun their move." The Moff remarked with pride, remembering just who commanded their force. "However, I want the Chronosians to continue their holding stance at the Southern pole, the enemy will have to advance upon us, for now. Our allies shall. ... remain in presence until the time is right."

"Until what happens?" Tarkins first asked.

"Until they have only one of two options my good captain. Either they can surrender per the emperors most generous offer, or be destroyed..... No matter which venture we embark upon, the Chronosians will break their morale, they have a tendency to destroy all, even the nature of a warriors spirit...."

The Wanderjarian Fleet exited the warp several days after entering, to the last position known to contain the Kraeton Hive Fleet. The Fleet's commander stood above his Navitron Computer officers, watching them along with Fleet Intelligence Crews attempt to track the movement of the fleet based on what information Palpatine's fleet was able to send them.

"This is good," Admiral Fredrick Goering of the smaller Battlegroup spoke. He had arrived at the position of the larger Fleet soon after the other had arrived, and boarded the Executor Class Star Destroyer, which served as the Command Ship for any Wanderjarian Fleet.

On the bridge of the massive craft was a scene of utter bedlam, crewmen running about to get all systems ready for battle, officers running about giving orders or sharing intelligence with superiors. However, within an hour, this had cleared and all was ready.

"Admiral," A Colonel asked, approaching Goeing. "We have triangulated the psotion of the enemy, and are ready to engage them on your mark."

"Excellent," He replied. "Get on it. I want to jump in firing at those Xeno sons of bitches."

"Very well m'lord." And with that, the Wanderjarian Fleet reentered the Warp.

The Wanderjarian Armada had a mission, one which the Emperor himself had given this Fleet. The Kraeton Splinter Fleet was the only major threat to the Sith Fleets which were driving back all opposition forces, and as such it was the duty of the Chaos fleets to destroy these xenos scum.


They warped in with all hands at battlestations, and all ordinance ready. As soon as they were in normal space, Admiral Goering ordered all ships to select firing targets, and begin firing. An epic battle was about to begin.

Niiat's synapses went afire. His mind was ablaze with the horrific flames of a psychic force that seemed all too familiar to him.

It was the Warp.

Niiat knew this foe well from Charybdis. Last they had faced, neither was victor. He looked upon this race with a sense of respect and admiration. However, there was only room for one right now and the Wanderjarian fleet was in his way.

No word was spoken. The entire fleet was in battlestations and the vacuoles were ready to launch the fighters. The fighters had to take out the fleet or at least stall them until the refugees were safe. From each ship, squadrons of Raveners and Ravagers launched from the sess pools of the expulsion vacuoles of many of the broodships while some stayed in for back up. Some Broodships turned to their sides and began firing upon the fleet with a volley of metallic projectiles from the muscle clumps that were the bio-railguns as well as the bio-lasers on the side of the hull.

Defenses went up as well. The bio-electricity from the muscle clumps around the body activated, projecting a surface energy shield around the ship. Spores began launching from special pores on each broodship. These special spores helped to confuse electronic systems as well as soaking up some energy damage from laser weaponary.

Niiat was at the helm, orchestrating the Ravager bombers to assault the capital ships while the Raveners engaged any figheters and defense systems. The Ravagers drew close and were protected by the Raveners.

The battle would begin.

"Admiral Goering, all lance battaries are ready on all ships." A weapons chief shouted.

"Excellent, tell all units to fire at will! Use Novas on their Capital ships, and deploy all Tie Squadrons to ward off attackers."

"Aye Aye!" The crew chorused in unison. Lasbeams hissed through the black vacuum which was space, and arched towards the enemy ships. Small heavy Las Battaries were ready to attack any enemy fighters and bombers which dared to come close to the ships, and the thousands of tie fighters, interceptors, and bombers instantly began unloading from the docking bays, entering formations and heading off to fight.

The Sons of Tarsonis had once described Wanderjarian Tie pilots as "Legendary", and Goering could not have been prouder of each and every one of them. Through countless battles they had fought, slaughtering the foes of the Empire with the utmost prejudice and without remorse. Following behind them was the 16th Legion, composed of Space Leo Mobile Suits whose soul mission was to come in close to enemy ships, and destroy critical systems. There were many of them, close to five thousand deployed from the Executor class, along with some ten thousand Tie Fighters, six thousand Interceptors, and five thousand tie Bombers in the first wave alone. These all would attempt to assist in the damage being wrought by the awsome power of the lance and Nova battaries of the Battlebarges, battleships, and the Gothic Class Cruisers. Meanwhile, the Imperial Star Destroyers would use their main guns to attack from longer range whilst the other ships moved in closer so that the maximum effect of their guns could be taken advantage of.

Imperial Marines* on board each craft began suiting up for battle in the event of their being boarded. Among these was RX-17890. He had never seen battle before, as this particular Marine Attachment had prior been serving as a Expeditionary Unit on one of the Wanderjarian Core Worlds. These scarcely ever saw any problems which the Wanderjarian Arbites couldn't handle themselves, and as such, the second Company 88th Division was experianced in the ways of Naval life, but not in warfare. He had to admit he was frightened. The stories of the Kraetons were enough to frighten any man who had never experianced worse, that being what horrors the Wanderjarians used in battle namely daemons of the warp. As he sat on an armory bench, his Legionnaire Armor strapped on and Las-Gun ready, he waited to be ordered wherever his company may be needed on the ship.

As volleys of las and battary fire were lauched at the enemy ships, the Admiral stood aboard his bridge smiling. He felt the Kraetons would be dispatched effectively, though he was not naive enough to think easily. His victory would be hard fought, but it would be his victory. He also had the pleasure of knowing that if at any time he needed assistance, Palpatine would send a massive force being held in reserve to support him. He could not fail.



(OOC: *Keep in mind that those are not Space Marines, or my Adeptus Astartes, but rather Clone Trooper Marines.)

Vanden System:

This is Imperial Lander Delta-034, from the Ordo Malleus Fortress, Vanden sect. We carry an Ordo Malleus emissary to speak with the Balroggan govenor. Requesting permission to land.

Permission granted. Once you land you will have to contact the authorities to get the meeting you requested. We are unable to make those connections ourselves.

After landing, the emissary saw several military personal that might be able to help him.



Kala-Keihm:



“Sir, it appears there is fighting breaking out along the refugee lines. A fleet of organic ships appeared and after a short meeting they began to take on refugees. Not long after, a second fleet appeared out of FTL and began an attack.”

“Well, it appears it is starting already. Reinforce the boarder and tell the Gnoxans to try to make it to the safety of our lines. If they follow into our territory, we will just have to return fire.”

“Yes Sir, redirecting ships to the border. How many battlegroups?”

“Send in two more. Keep Alpha and Epsilon in system.”

Attention Refugee transports. Make a run for the safety of our border. Get your people here ASAP!



T-Space, Asfaltum system:


The strike force slipped into the system unimpeded by the FTLi set up. While in another dimension they were outside the reach of the mundane system set up by the invaders.

The battlegroup positioned themselves for the anticipated strike and waited for the FTLi to be dropped to allow the ships to get through.

Eventually the invaders will need to drop their FTLi or the defenders will remove it for them. They will not make any request for it to be targeted or it might tip off the Emperor of their intentions.

Not long after the Captain returned from the bio fleet and walked into the bridge did his subordinate gave him an alert.

"Welcome back Captain, we have several incoming," said Commander Naguma

"I see do you have identification on the ships."

"Negative sir. No specifics other than they are Imperial ships," the Commander looked at the display board, "sir biofleet moving to engage Imperial ships whats our course of action."

"Let them engage the vessels. Keep all ships to escort duties. If enemy ships engage the refugees then all frigates engage enemy ships while fighters stay on escort and guard duty. Those refugee ships maybe armed but it wont be enough."

"Yes sir relaying orders."

"Sir we are receiving a message from the Balroggans," the comms officer said.

"Patch it through."

After listening to the message.

"Put me on frequency with them."

"Our ships are going at full speed as it is. All military vessels are continuing escort duties. ETA 30 minutes. Over."

Brivun sat back in his seat wondering if he and his people will make it in time.

OOC: Excuse me for the delay been playing alot of MMO lately.

One broodship had fallen despite the dampening spores and its shielding. It was a dying ship in any case and would have died off eventually. The other ships however could not afford that same loss.

The Ravager bombers reached their targets as they let loose the armour-piercing plasma bombs onto the ships. Countless bombs rained down onto the ships in hopes of destruction while the Raveners guarded them from enemy fighters. Some of the Raveners began searching for the shield generators on the starship to take it out.

From afar, the broodships let loose their weaponary and a shower of laser fire erupted at the Wanderjarian fleet. Organic Torpedoes shot out of the ballistic pores of some of the ships and neared the fleet, some tipped with an armour piercing chitin while others had a flourescent photon tip to them to break through shielding. Amongst the torpedoes were something else. Swarms of Assualt Cysts flew towards the ships, each one capable of launching a corrosive acidic efflusion that allowed the cyst access into the ships for boarding. aboard each cyst were murders of Ordolanxes and Dragoloanxes as well as some Sicari, each ready for boarding. Many of these would be shot down, however the majority would make it out alive to plunge into the starships.

Niiat knew that they wouldn't win, however they would survive and take out as many until the refugees were out. Still, he sent out psychic messages to the Ganoxans for aid until the convoy made it out.

OOC: I just saw episode 6 and i am very tempted to crash a fighter into the starships to take it out lol. Im just playing.

AO turrets on the Battleships and Cruisers picked off the organic torpodoes precisely as they were supposed to, allowing few to even near the Wanderjarian Fleet. Those which managed to get that close were then picked off by the thousands of smaller turrets placed all over each Wanderjarian ship. The massive array of weapons of the Imperial Star Destroyers unloaded upon the brood ships from afar, their six torpedo octets firing salvo after salvo of torpedoes along with the hundreds of other torpedoes fired by the Battlebarges, Cruisers, and Battleships. Ion Cannons went after critical systems, hoping to disable primary functions of the vessels, and the sixty-four Heavy Taim & Bak Turbolaser Batteries began firing laser blasts at the enemy ships, while the thousands of Tie Fighters continued to engage enemy fighters and defend the bombers which dropped their own bombs onto the enemy ships.


Bombs which were dropped by the Kraeton bombers had minimal effect on the massive Wanderjarian ships, whose shields were designed to endure much worse. These fighters and bombers which got too close were either taken out by the Tie Interceptors, the Space Leo Mobile Suits, or the thousands of turrets along the ships.

Admiral Goering could not have been more pleased with how the operation was going. Though some fighters had been lost, no ships had substained severe damage, though the Kraeton's bio weapons could eventually cause damage to the ISD IIIs should they manage to get to them. However with four Titan Battlebarges, and numerous Battleships and Cruisers in the way, this was exceedingly unlikely. The ISDs pounded the enemy fleet from afar, whilst the other ships moved in closer to maximize the awsome effects of their Nova Cannons and Lance Battaries, which could disintegrate all but the most heavily armored craft easily. He stood aboard the Reaver's bridge, and calmly watch the battle unfold. He watched with a smirk, knowing with all confidence his Fleet would emerge victorious.

The Kraeton fleet had no chance.

Niiat continued to aim weapons at the battleships and battlebarges, firing Ionic Beams at the ships to try and drop the shields. The bombers, having minimal effect, switched to the EMP bomobs to try and weaken the shield. Concussion Blasts from the lasers were striking the Wanderjarian ships.

Niiat had faith in his plan of attack but he needed to act quick. From the bowels of his ship launched his own form of Mobile Suits.

These were the Desecraetors. They were large and made for space battle. Very lithe and agile,they carried on them powerful Bio-Rail Guns with Ionized Energy Particles to try and get rid of the shield. The shield on the enemy's ships had to drop so they could board and destroy the crew and all systems aboard. They flew around the ships, keeping guard from enemy fighters

The pores on the ships opened fire on the fighters that grew close as well as the torpedoes that were incoming. Some of the torpedoes did hit a broodship. The ship was moderately damaged as the protective spores as well as the shielding protected it from full damage. However, the Nova Cannon struck the ship, leaving the behemoth destroyed. Other Broodships kept advancing, the spore dampening some laser fire and the ships taking some damage. They couldn't last for long at this rate though.

Ion Cannons kept firing along with the Rail Guns as Niiat kept trying to destroy the Battlebarges protecting the ISDs. Niiat's consiousness swept though the broodships, controlling all that was going on. He positioned his main broodship to have full aim at the Battlebarge. From the sides of his Broodship opened massive vacuoles surging with a special energy.

Psychic Energy.

The power of the Gestalt Mind was tapped as the Psycannons focused the energy and launched the devastating beam at the Battlebarge. The psychic energy was of a different make from normal energy and shielding had little effect on it. Traveling along the particles of psychic energy was a massive ionized electrical discharge that helped to damage ships but was primarily to help drop shielding. These massive energy beams headed straight for the Battlebarges.

"General Grenzer enemy fleet in system," Colonel Maris said.

After hours of planning and no sleep Grenzer was getting tired. No I must stay awake. He thought.

"Power up all orbital defenses including the rail guns. Target the transports."

In orbit above the orbital defense were powered up waiting for the enemy. Waiting.

In the black abyss of space, a Gothic Class Cruiser exploded. Fires erupted from the broadside of an Emperor Class Battleship, and explosions littered the spectrum of vision as thousands of fighters killed and were killed out across the expanse. Yet they kept fighting.

The psychic energy which was released from the Kraeton Fleet towards one of the four Battlebarges was a wise choice. The side of the massive behemoth ship which was the Battlebarge erupted into flames, causing numerous thousands of lives to be lost, and entire decks to be closed. This truly infuriated the Wanderjarians, who responded by moving in close enough for each to deliever their Nova Cannon's potent blows, which if this did not crack open and kill their Kraeton foes, would deliever the finishing touch with their Lance Battaries. The Super Star Destroyer Executor Class was now even brought into the fight, aiming its hundreds of thousands of guns, firepower enough to shatter and annihilate worlds, was aimed at the enemy fleet.


"Die, xenos scum," Goering hissed. "Call in those reinforcements we have waiting from the Emperor," he called. "I want those Refugees!"

"Aye, Aye m'lord!" the Communications officer replied.



Almost five minutes later, a new crew of dozens of Imperial Star Destroyers arrived in system. These arrived at the flank of the refugee ships, and began firing their ordinance on them. Their desire was to destroy their weak shields, not a particularly daunting task, and then obliterate them with Ion cannons which would disable the ships: allowing them to board.

Fire still rained down upon the Kraeton fleet as the Cruisers picked shots at the enemy, and the Legion of Mobile suits engaged the Kraeton's own suits. Imperial Bombers dropped plasma bombs onto the organic ship, searing the biological armor.

Nothing would stop them now. As the Wanderjarian Adeptus Astartes fleet entered the system, and the Sorceror Goreth prepared a psychic portal which would transport the Chaos Marines onto the disabled transports once their shields were down, the Admiral smirked. His victory was assured.

bump for Ed.....

"Sir incoming destroyers. They're powering up weapons and targeting refugee ships!," Commander Naguma yelled.

"All batteries open fire. Redirect all bombers and frigates to engage those destroyers. Keep Superiority fighters on escort just in case they send in fighters to harass the refugees. Whats our ETA to Balroggan Space."

The Navigation officer looked onto his mapping panel. "I would estimate 15 minutes sir."

"We must buy them time."

Commander Dala watched nervously on the Draidus. The Draidus screen looked like a christmas tree, all of the contacts going in and out, and with ships exploding like the Fourth of July.

Colonel Klimens states, "Sir there are many incoming ships to the area. Their weapons fire indicates they are heading to the refugee ships. What are your orders.

The crew inside the CIC stared at the Commander. Surely she is not crazy enough to enter the battle, for a species we had never met, for a war that no one knew how it started. In this moment, time stood still on board the Orion's CIC.

Commander Dala responded, "We only have two ships, we are not to engage, unless engaged."

The crew in the CIC sighed with relief. Commander Daala knew she was condemning the refugees to death, but better that than losing the crew of the two ships, and still probably losing most of the refugees.

Commander Daala asks, " Is our position safe?"

Lt. Falker replied, "Yes sir for now. The Draidus scramber on the Solar Flare seems to be working, as the Galactic Empire have failed to notice us. Our current location is also out of the range and direction of their fire, but it would not take them long to intercept us, if we are discovered. Also a curious note, out FTL jump drive computer is having a hard time maintaining the caculations of colonial space. Our technicians do not understand why, as the computer's seem to be registering increased gravity in the area. Our FTL should still work, but we can not be sure where we will end up."

Commander Dala, "This day is getting better and better. How about the holo-emmiters and modified transponders?"

Lt. Fisker turns around in his chair quickly pressing buttons, and looking at the screen. "All appear to be operational sir."

Commander Dala responds, "Thank the gods something is going our way, keep us outside the battle and report to me immediatly if we are hailed, or if the ships begin to close on us."

The fleet was soaking up damage, but with the reinforcements now flanking them, there wasn't much hope for them. With only 31 broodships left, Niiat had to do something and fast before he was wiped out of existence. There was only one course of action.

Aboard many of the remaining ships, Kraetons went crazy, rushing over through the toxic corridors towards a single area of the broodships.

The Folding Cavity.

This was the warp drive of the broodship, capable of folding space via a wormhole and allowing the Kraetons access to anywhere in the universe. However, because of the resources required for such a feat, warping is limited and rarely used. Of course, Niiat was not retreating...

The Desecraetors fought back the mobile suits, extending their psychically charged Marrowblades to fight off the machines. Aboard the broodships, the Kraetons began attacking the very Folding Organs that Niiat had so carefully crafted. Veins and arteries were lacerated and blood and enzymes flew everywhere. Now came the second part of the plan.

With their actual drives still intact, 21 Broodships began moving and spreading out in a collision course for the Wanderjarian fleet, firing everything that they could muster. Even though the FTLi was still up, they were nearing the fleet at breakneck speeds. Spores and fighters soaked up some laser damage as the hulls were trying to regenerate the wounds they had gotten. The fleet spread out in a fan formation, acting as a phalanx against the fleet. The remaining 10 Broodships continued firing to cover the others as they began retreating. Niiat had to time this right or else this would be for nought.

OOC Actually I am not Ramming you. I am spreading my forces as a wall to protect the convoy and charging you, but you'll see what'll happen. I should'a made that clearer that I am not ramming you. I will wait until you edit your post then I will post. (BTW Im at work so I cant get on aim ill be on gabbly in Inter. Indic. )

Since I really can't respond, just assume that I continue firing at you and my Officers are just like "Wtf.....?"

Since I really can't respond, just assume that I continue firing at you and my Officers are just like "Wtf.....?"

k can you get on Gabbly on Internation Incidents page? Ill be there.

k can you get on Gabbly on Internation Incidents page? Ill be there.

Can you give me the think for it? My dads using the computer with the URL in my Links

OOC: Look, up in the sky! It's an X-wing! No, it's a Star Cruiser! No, it's Super-Coreworlds! :p

IC: I concluded my audience with the Queen with a flourish, and headed back to my ship, the Much Ado About Nothing.

"How did it go, Master?" Chris Worthington asked.

"Pretty well." I smiled. "The merchants won't be disappointed."

"That's good. Where to now?" Chris asked.

"Head to Sparta..." I had a thought, something about the message I got from Tsunade keeps pricking at my mind. "Hold that thought. Head for the Wormhole. I have something I want to check out."

"Sounds like a long-term mission." The newly made Knight said.

I nodded. "Could be. I know for a fact that it's gonna involve the Empire."

"The Empire? Over there?" The young man's eyes widened.

I grimaced. "Yeah. I heard rumors to that effect. Of course, you know I want to check it out."

Chris frowned. "You know you have subordinates for that."

"True, but I believe that Palpatine's involved. That's what I want to confirm for myself." I said.

"Oh." Chris said. I could sense concern rolling off him.

"Ah, don't worry, kid. I trained you good. Besides, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." I gave him a reassuring smile, then sat down in the captain's chair. "Now let's get going! Thottles open!"

"Yes, sir!" Chris replied. The engines roared to life as he and his fellow crewmembers lit up the ship's systems.

"Make for orbit, Mr. Worthington!" I said formally, though with a cheeky smile.

The heavily modified Valkyre-class Heavy Frigate lifted off and headed quickly into orbit.

"We're in orbit. Calculating hyperspace window." A crewmember said. "Done!"

I grinned. "Engage!"

Particles of blue light seemed to absorb into the engines, and suddenly, we lept into hyperspace at superluminal speeds for the Coredian Wormhole!

The broodships took heavy fire and many had become al but destroyed thanks to their regeneration. However, as the minutes went by, most of the broodships that were charging could no longer fire and were reduced to being just lifeless ships having enough life left to do one thing.

Keep charging.

They kept charging and soaking fire from the refugees while the 10 broodships that remained in the back continued firing and retreating. The time was now.

Niiat closed his eyes. His synapses was sent affire, stretching over the phalanx broodfleet he had sent to their doom. With all of the concentration he could muster, He turned on the wounded Folding Organs*.

The reaction was set into motion. The Folding Organs began heating up quickly and vacuoles and veins were bursting as the organs were nearing critical mass. These 21 broodships were now in position at the Wanderjarian fleet as the other 10 turned away from what was to happen.

The organs reached critical mass.

One by one, each broodship exploded, launching massive gravitational shockwaves from their point. Alone, the shockwaves would have merely moved ships, but each explosion set off was amplified by another explosion near it. The Kraetons were tearing space asunder, causing a massive temporal cyclone capable of destroying ships, including the Kraetons themselves.

The convoy was far enough away from the tear to be safe, but the remaining 10 Kraeton ships had to act fast for they were nearing the event horizon of the tempest. Each ships set their Folding Drives on and warped, scattered across the entire galaxy. Each ship was now by themselves, alone in a random area in the galaxy.

Niiat opened his eye. Blood was dripping from his eyes from the aneurism he had gotten, but the Kraetozoa would soon repair the neural damage. The broodship scanned for any lifeforms and enemies. He had found nothing. Niiat checked the biological status of his ship. It was limping on a whim and a prayer with barely enough resources to fold again. But he had to lose them. With another thought, his broodship vanished and warped elsewhere.

The Kraetons lay scattered and dying, but for now they could survive.

*Folding Organ = Spacetime Folding Drive

As the TGMS Roberta approached it started to feel like nothing more than a gnat, the vast array of ships, from the GE as well as reports coming from other members of the League, the action going on infront of it. It's behaviour changed, it started moving away from the battle trying to get away from the battle, the only question was anyone following it.

Ooc: if you read carefully, my attack post, you’d have seen that I had sent all of my heavy dreadnoughts on a short hyper jump right into the heart of your forces, losing some, but putting a hard sledge hammer into it. they were the ones who formed a wedge to drive to the rear of your forces. Just a friendly reminder.

IC:

Thrashian Attack

The assault group of Katana-class Dreadnoughts suffered heavy losses. With their initial jump into the heart of the Asfaltum flank. A dozen had collided with enemy vessels upon exiting hyperspace, and others, after making their quick but powerful turbolaser salvos into the flanks of enemy ships, where targets from multiple directs and destroyed. The remaining survivors formed up into a spear-head wedge, forcefully blasting their way through the remaining forces on the wing. Commodore Paris’s flagship, the Timber Wolf, made it past the assault with only minor damage to the hull of his ship.

“Report, what’s our damage?” Paris called out to the sensor crew.

“Negligible sir,” a tech said, turning to face the Commodore. “It seems as if we’ve only sustained a small minor blast against our port side. One sublight engine was damaged, but is already being repaired. It’ll be done in less than 20 minutes.”

“The task force?” asked Paris, turning to his adjutant. The young deck officer snapped to his heels.

“Sir, 23 Dreadnoughts are destroyed, 11 too heavily damaged to continue fighting. They have set a course on what power they have to the edge of the system. The remaining 47 are forming up on our rear.”

Paris nodded and looked out the command view portal. He saw flashes of turbolaser fire and what seemed like swarms of insects flying around, fighters doing what they did best. Right before him however, was the enemy fleet, only a few vessels of which were able to turn to face his passing force, too occupied as it were by the main thrust of Star Destroyers under Admiral Daala.

“Form up and prepare all ships. Full attack on the rear of the enemy,” ordered Paris, setting his feet and holding his hands behind his back. “We will be the anvil for the Admiral’s hammer.”



The foremost group of Imperial Star Destroyers lived up to their fearsome reputation. Turbolaser batteries fired to full effect. Clone gunners targeted key positions on the ships, ComScan giving them a full layout of the basic designs. Tie Interceptors and Fighters screened the advance, disrupting smaller corvette like ships. Within moments the entire line of Star Destroyers smashed into the Asfaltum line. Venator II Star Destroyers used their newer turbolaser batteries, heavier and more advanced that normal Imperial class lasers, pummeling capital ship after capital ship; their fire coming down in concert against dangerously large targets. Admiral Daala sat in her command chair aboard the Olympus watching all of this.

“Captain, continue the advance,” she ordered. The captain nodded and relayed the order to the communications crew. The attack was going successful. Only seven Victory Star Destroyers had been destroyed, and no large Star Destroyer had suffered more than minor damage. She watched as larger formations of the enemy began to form up against her thrust. It was time for Draco’s trick. She opened up a comm channel to his fighter.

“Master Draco, do you read me?”

“Yes Admiral,” replied Draco, talking into his headset and smiling as he transformed three more enemy fighters into balls of flame.

“Its time for that trick you mentioned. Concentrate on that upcoming group of enemy heavy vessels, the ones on your 12th vector.”

“I see them. No problem.”

Draco shut off the com line and switched to the one that was connected to all Imperial Knights. “Imperial Knights, break off attacks. Squadron leaders, take over.” Choruses of affirmatives were acknowledged. The fighters of the Imperial Knights swung around from their attacking positions, other fighters took their place. Draco led them into a holding pattern within the Thrashian lines.

“Link with me,” he ordered. Each and every knight closed his eyes. Within each mind all was calm. Quiet. Silent. A peace that only a user of the Force knew. There it was. A stream, like a gentle mountain stream. They concentrated on it and it became a torrent, a deluge of massive proportions. There was the Force, in its purity. No Darkness. No Light. Force eternal. Then as one, they put their powers forth, and gave them to Draco.

Draco had his eyes shut tight, but he could see the golden power radiating like an aura around him. Power unlike any he had ever experienced flowed through him. Yet he did not let it control him. Instead of letting it burn him, he manipulated it. He gazed with unseeing eyes at a large part of the Asfaltum fleet. His invisible hand reached out and touched them. They had seemed so large, so huge. Yet not, with this power, they were like twigs. And like twigs, he cast them aside.

With a scream of power the Force welled up inside Draco was released. It impacted upon the Asfaltum ships. Tore at them, grabbed them. Like some hand of a god, they were thrown from the battle, through space, to the farthest reaches of the system.

The power drained out of him. Emptiness followed. Draco opened his eyes, but could not see. He felt as if a weight had been put upon his chest. He nearly blacked out and lost control his fighter. However a nearby Star Destroyer used its tractor beam to haul him back into a hangar. His Knights followed, leaving the battle, their deed done.

"Sir all refugee ships have made it to Balroggan Space," Commander Naguma said.

"Good. Recall all bombers and frigates and lets get the hell out of here."

"Yes sir," Naguma said enthusiastically.

The Ganoxa cruisers turned towards the rest of the fleet which was already in Balroggan space.

10 minutes later the Kotor with the rest of the remaining fleet was in Balroggan space. Hopefully finding a safe haven within their ally's territory.

"Give me a report on our casualties."

"283 Bombers 8 Valorska Class Frigates lost," Naguma said.

"We can mourn for their sacrifice after we get these refugees to a safe haven. Order our remaining forces to escort duties."

The Kraeton ships had gotten lucky with this latest maneuver. As they exploded, their force would normally not affect the Wanderjarian ships, which were used to persistant battering by the warp for long periods. However, due to the enourmous strain of battle upon their machine spirits, several could not hold. Three more Gothic Class Cruisers exploded in brilliant flares against the black of space, as did two more heavily damaged Emperor Class ships. The Battlebarges, having stayed back behind the Emperor Classes, were unaffected as were the ISDs. The death toll was now some 80 to 100,000 dead, but this was mere grains of sand to the Wanderjarian military. Those souls would be instantaneously regotten from the vast stores of clones upon the Imperial Cloning factory on Kamino.


The Kraeton's were dead, though the refugees had escaped. This was not important really, noted Admiral Goering. Though it would have been a good plus to the Wanderjarian agenda, there was truly no harm done without them.

"Good job men," Goering said to his crew, which was broadcasted across the entire fleet. "We have slaughtered the enemies of the Empire. You all have done well. Maintain a combat patrol pattern, and we will await further orders. That is all." Cheers erupted through the ranks of Wanderjarians, as they returned to their ships the victors.


(OOC: Good fight Ed! That was fun.)

Kala-Keihm, Border:



The liners waiting for the transports began to move forward as soon as they approached the area with the dedicated wormhole. They each extended their docking arms and began the time consuming transferal of refugees.

The two battlefleets continued to patrol the area immediately upon the border while the other two were guarding the transfer point a few light minutes away. One group placed themselvrd in a position of intervention between the source of possible action and the ships containing the civilian refugees. The other battlegroup covered the rest of the positions including rear, flanks, and both above and below. The two groups formed a pocket of security making sure their charges were safe.



Kala-Keihm, aboard The Zeus:



"Sir, I have a report from the Transfer point. It seems the last of the refugees have arrived and they are transfering to the liners to complete their journey to Balrogga City."

"Any sign of enemy activity within Imperial space?"

"None so far. It appears once the refugee ships made it across the border, they turned tail."

"What of the resistance?"

"The transport escort are with the ships across out border and the organic vessels that were not destroyed folded elsewhere. They should be safe for the moment."

"Extend the border patrols 30 light minutes into international space. That way, if the Wanderjar want to continue their attacks, we have an extended buffer zone. What is their current location?"

"They haven't changed location since the organics folded away."

"Good, we will see if the will continue to run away or if they are still after the refugees."



Kala-Keihm Border:



The seventeen ships of the battlegroup changed positions. They faded from view and Uplifted to T-Space to make the nearly instantaneous jump to their new patrol area, thirty light minutes into international space. The ships took their positions and began their new patrols.



T-Space



The strike force waited, passivly probing the FTLi field, looking for even a flicker they could use to tear open access to the imperial fleet in Real Space. Their targeting computers already set multiple locks upon the Executor. Her engines was first to be targeted, followed my disabling the main power core. Several ships were to take out her launch bays and others were to concentrate on the bridge and weapon placement using high speed Thur'Tahg bombardments. If they got the chance, they would make sure the Empeoro never leaves the system alive.

The hunters watched and waited...

10 ships

After the massacre, the fleet had been trimmed down an entire third and scattered across the galaxy, sealing their already doomed fate. Our of the 10 broodships, one had warped into the photosphere of a red giant, engulfed in a massive prominence that erupted from it. Another had appeared ironically at the event horizon of a massive black hole. The others had less violent fates and the eight that survived folded again, scattering again across the galaxy.

Niiat lay within a state of coma, physically wounded and psychically damaged. As the Kraetozoa repaired him, the dying broodship he was on conceded to instinct and began looking for planets to curb it hunger. The sensory organs desperately scanned the system, for the hope that there was a livable planet.That is if Kraetons could feel hope.

It sensed something. The synapse coming from a planet. Non-sentient lifeforms. No civilization. Perfect. It would more than suffice for the starving starship. The Broodship fired the drive and hurried to its new buffet.

Most of the Council had been evacuated along with the refugees. Some council members from the Rogues States of the Eastern Continent chose to remain behind to fight for their homelands. The rest of the Council tried to talk them out of it but soon respected their wishes. Their ship was more sleek and smooth than the cargo freighter and passenger ships the rest of the refugees used. Although it was only accessed by the Council Members that did not stop them from taking aboard their families and other refugees along with them. The name christened on the ship was Unity a symbol for the Ganoxan Alliance. Unity of the world of Ganoxa. A world soon to be embroiled in yet another devastating war with more outworlders. But the people were strong and determined to see this through just as much as the last generation was.

The Kotor approached broadside of the Unity at the insistence of the Council and docked with her. Captain Brivun and crew came aboard the ship and entered the Council chambers of the ship. There they stood at attention and listened to what the council had to say. Kotor, the predecessor of General Grenzer, began to speak.

"We the Council would like to congratulate you and the fleet for their valiant efforts in ensuring that our people reached here safely. Although we have lost the lives of hundreds of men and women we must look forward to the continuation of our people's relocation and rebuilding and the continued fight against the Empire. For your valor in the field of battle, the entire council agrees with my recommendation for your promotion to Fleet Admiral. Congratulations Admiral and keep up the good work," Kotor nodded at him.

"Thank you sir. Although I do not deserve your gratitude as I was doing my duty, but my men they truly deserve this prestige for their hard work."

"What is the status of the fleet?" asked Kalinin the Forellian Union councilman.

"We have 9717 Bombers 10000 Fighters and 292 Valorska Class Frigates left. I have ordered that the fleet continue escort duties until relocation. After relocation we will stand by in defensive positions while the civilians rebuild."

"Well Admiral we do not want to keep you waiting. Dismissed," Kotor said.

"Thank you sir."

Admiral Brivun and his crew walked out of the chamber and came back aboard the Kotor. He sat back into his chair but his shoulders seemed more heavy now. Probably the new burdens of promotion, he thought. He shook it off and continued with his duties.

Back on the Unity...

Kotor pressed an intercom switch to the bridge of the ship. "Captain put me on frequency with the Balroggans."

"Yes sir. You are patched through."

"To the Sovereign Government of Balrogga. The Ganoxan Alliance Council wish to set up a government-in-exile in our embassy on your homeworld. Please respond ASAP. Thank you."

A small flash of light occurred and the Much Ado About Nothing appeared out of hyperspace at the Coredian Wormhole. I already noted a huge number of ships sitting around the 'hole, defending it with their lives. The Sixth Fleet.

"Sent the transponder. We'll have to wait for a cargo ship to pass through from the other side." Chris said.

"All right." I nodded. "And the Third Fleet?"

"As ordered, they're at Sparta." Chris said. "When we call, they'll come."

"All right." I said, pulling up a map of the Milky Way Galaxy as we know it. "Have them move for...actually, call the Balroggans. I remember that the Hokage said that Godular is in contact with them about this invasion. Oh yeah, and have the Third Fleet move here."

"All right." Chris nodded to a comms officer and the kid began opening channels through the 'Net for Balrogga.

The planet was beautiful, covered with rainforests and oceans. Life was abundant as birds flew through the pale blue skies and animals swam through the forests of the planet. It was untouched by explorers and invaders alike, never knowing the scars of civilization.

At least until now…

Niiat's broodship plunged through the atmosphere, sending with it a hail of Eukaryotic Rhizomes. Each rhizome struck the forest, imbedding themselves into the ground. Their roots began growing and digging through the earth, extending through topsoil and eventually becoming a massive latticework of Kraeton membrane. The roots were hollow and as they extended, Larvaetons began leaving through the roots and escaping into the ground where they would begin eating topsoil and creating massive caverns.

As the rhizomes took root, the broodship collapsed its massive body onto the delta of the river streaming through the forest into the ocean. From the broodship spawned capillaries that extended into the ground and ocean and began siphoning them into its body. The broodships respiratory pores opened after literally months of staying closed and allowed the air into its lungs. Thin membranes called the ship laminas extended from the broodships, absorbing the sunlight from the yellow sun in the sky. Inside the broodship, the Kraetoplastic Mitochondria began their photosynthetic reactions as nutrients surged from the organelles and flooded the blood vessels, going to each and every tissue and organ in the broodship and feeding the dying behemoth.

Niiat lay still in the Neural Cavity, a comatose figure amongst the decimated synapses of this fleshy throne room. He was still regenerating the wounds and barely clung to life as the Kraetons around him began the devouring of the planet. His consciousness was still intact however, and he began to stretch his astral being across the countless stars, searching for Brivun. As he searched for what was days, he found the captain, now an admiral in his race’s navy. His consciousness filled with rage.

<While I lay dying on an unknown planet, this inferior was feasting off of the fruits of my sacrifice!> Niiat held his rage back and calmed down. There were better ways of doing this and he still needed more planets. His psychic tendrils wrapped around the admiral and spoke.

<Hello there, Admiral Brivun. I assume you remember me and our deal we made,> Niiat whispered coldly into Brivun’s thoughts

Brivun was in his quarters trying to get some sleep. After evacuating four waves of millions of refugees the Commander recommended that he should get some sleep. Brivun took the advice of his old friend and gave him the con.

After getting into sleep he dreamed. Dreamed of the safety of his people. Then it was all murky and a being appeared. The being began to say something.
<Hello there, Admiral Brivun. I assume you remember me and our deal we made,>

"Niat?" he said out loud although in a drowsy fashion.

Back in his dream he replied, "Of course I still remember the deal. I just have to get my people safely to their new home. Once we have rebuilt and regrouped we will be back at our home planet with a fleet. We still have another third of our fleet and our army near and on the planet respectively."

“Sir, I have an incoming call from the refugee council ship.”

Admiral Ba’El looked up from the tractical display of the Wander jar fleet and his own patrols. He was expecting them to either leave the area or be enticed by the illusion of easy prey of the distant patrol. He suspected they would leave but you could always hope for a tactless officer on duty to make a mistake.

“Place it on the screen.”

"To the Sovereign Government of Balrogga. The Ganoxan Alliance Council wish to set up a government-in-exile in our embassy on your homeworld. Please respond ASAP. Thank you."

"Open a Comm channel for a reply."

"Channel open Sir"

You are free to do whatever you wish at your embassy as long as it does not endanger the Empire. We will have access to a Space Minus Transmitter arranged so you can be in constant contact with the refugees aboard Balrogga City wherever we take the vessel. They are your citizens to govern how you wish. If you locate a secondary world in case your own is not available we will make sure they reach it safely.



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"All right." Chris nodded to a comms officer and the kid began opening channels through the 'Net for Balrogga.



“Sir, I have another incoming call from Coreworlds. It seems urgent.”

“I seem to be popular today. Send it to the main display.”

OOC: Thrashia, if you want other people to RP in fluid time, giving you a chance to respond to their attacks, I would suggest that you do the same...

IC:
The absence of the gunships attack, and the fact that the Imperials were using some kind of FTL blockage, was quite disturbing to the Admiral. Not to mention the Thrashians efforts to scatter the Asfaltum fleet to the wind. It was only through the intervention of the Jedi, that the fleet still kept together, although its formation was somewhat chaotic, the ships AIs soon helped the ships to realign themselves.
Admiral Alistair McLogan nervously paced the deck of his dreadnought. "What are our losses?" - "30 ships have been destroyed, although most of them were not from the regular fleet. 25 ships have sustained considerable damage, the rest are holding together... the enemy fighter-craft are being fought off, additional fighters have been launched to cope with the threat..." The Admiral frowned, as if swallowing some bitter medicine. "Since we can't count on any support from our gunships, we'll have to do things the hard way... order all ships to engage enemy vessels within range, code 8." - "Aye sir!" the ensign swallowed. Code 8 meant business. This battle was going to get heated. During the past years the Asfaltum government had researched a new weapon, a combination of three previously used weapons. The goal of the project was to create a weapon which was cheap, powerfull, and small. The result of this was the SAM Dimensional Missile (Singularity Anti-Matter Dimensional Missile). Basically what this missile did was simple. It generated a singularity ahead of itself, which would not only allow it to pass through its target and create a big hole in the enemy ship, but would also absorb enemy fire, thus making the missile nearly untouchable. This was the "Singularity" part. The "Dimensional" part of it all was used to uplift the missile into several dimensions at a rapid pace, before it struck its target, thus granting it further "undestructability". The "Anti-matter" part was the real beauty of it all. Instead of the missile passing through its target several times puncturing the ship, the missile would wait until situated in the middle of the enemy ship, and then detonate an Anti-matter explosion, basically destroying the whole ship in one single large blast from the inside.

The Asfaltum weapons manufacturers were furthermore utilizing advanced manufacturing methods, which allowed the mass production of this weapon. As a last resort, each and every ship of the Asfaltum fleet was equiped with a number of these missiles. "Code 8" meant simply that all ships were to unleash this weapon on the enemy, Waste them, to be more precise. Furthermore, the Admiral ordered the Rangers (special forces) to come out of their hiding behind the planet, and attack the Thrashian forces from behind. Thus, while the enemy forces' front attack was being obliterated, the enemy forces who were trying to attack the Asfaltum forces from behind would be attacked from the Rangers coming up at their rear. Something of a "hamburger effect", the enemy attacking the Asfaltum forces, the Asfaltum forces, the secondary enemy forces attacking the Asfaltum forces from behind, and the Rangers attacking them from behind, to top it all of. Soon, enormous explosions could be seen throughout the battle as SAM missiles started to be utilized. Alistair grinned. "Let's play ball!" he said to nobody in particular.

This is Imperial Lander Delta-034, from the Ordo Malleus Fortress, Vanden sect. We carry an Ordo Malleus emissary to speak with the Balroggan govenor. Requesting permission to land.

Permission granted. Once you land you will have to contact the authorities to get the meeting you requested. We are unable to make those connections ourselves.

After landing, the emissary saw several military personal that might be able to help him.

The Consular exited the lander, from the lowering ramp underneath the mouth. His long robe flowed behind him, the slight damp breeze from the planet's forests tugged on it every so slightly.

He had decided against bringing a personal bodyguard along with him. He wanted to seem as friendly as possible, in order to get the most information from the Balroggan government. But, he didn't want to seem too nice, or even worse, a pushover.

He nodded at the representatives, and eyed all who were present. "I assume you can take me to some one who knows this situation? The Fortress does not like being kept in the dark... friends."

“Sir, I have another incoming call from Coreworlds. It seems urgent.”

“I seem to be popular today. Send it to the main display.”
"Hello there." I greeted whomever's on the other side. "You know me as Daniel Masaki, Emperor of the Coredians. I am calling you to let you know that I've heard of the plight of the people that has come under the guns of the Empire, and wish to assist. Of course, I cannot do this without a location of the friendly and enemy forces and enemy composition. Will you help me on that regard?"

In the meantime, flashes of hyperparticles were seen as the Third Fleet entered the area.

"Third Fleet elements just arrived. The Admiral gives his greetings." The comms officer said. The shiny black metal of the Third Fleet reflected the bluish light coming from the wormhole, giving them a strange, almost ethereal glow.

"Tell them to standby for further orders." I said.

"Sir, they have something else. That fleet is on its way and wishes to provide recon-in-force for the main force." The officer said. I raised my eyebrow.

So they want in on the game, eh? Well, I guess Naruto felt the same thing I did about Palpatine's possible involvement. I thought with a wry smile. "All right. Let them through when they enter."

"Yes, sir."

I shook my head. The Battlestar Coredia seems everywhere these days, but that's because I ordered it to be, plus the missions are generating a lot of experience for her crew. I intend it to be an elite battlefleet by the time the new year rolls around, a fleet to match anything the Empire can throw at it, and with the Grizzly at the helm, it's sure to be a nightmare to Imperials. As an aside, its sister ship Juria is scheduled to begin its first shakedown cruise in two months, and that means that it won't be alone much longer, which is a good thing. I also noted that among the Third Fleet are supply ships and fleet tenders, with spares for downtime repairs. It seems the Admiral thinks this mission won't be short. I happen to agree.

(OOC: Is everyoe still in Asfaltum space, or has the majority of the fleets fallen back to Balrogga space. I am just having a little bit of difficulty keeping up where everyone is. I will delete this post in a bit and respond IC soon.)

OOC I dont know about the others. Im in a random part of the galaxy away from everyone.

Already 12 hours since the initial impact and the Larvaetons had taken several acres of rainforest. Fauna and flora alike were consumed by the creatures. Many of the larvaetons had become big enough to pupate into Shrykas, cat-sized predators with a deadly poisonous barb and an impulse to kill and lay eggs. Other larvaetons gathered together and their cells began to degenerate and merge together to create the first of many Kraeton organitechture, the Cacuscudo Gestation Sac. This would be the main hive until more were built around the world.

The Larvetons would grow exponentially, doubling in population every 11 hours. They continued to scour the countryside, writhing through the soil and suffocating all under a sea of larvae.

Niiat floated amongst Brivun's dream, talking to him.

<I see your situation. As of right now, my fleet is scattered and torn down to 10 ships. I myself am physically weakened. I will be trying to take over a planet that is barren of sapience and rebuild my navy and army. No one knows of our existence and thinks us dead and thus I want it to stay that way,> he paused for a moment then continued. <However, I will be needing protection if discovered. So I am sending you my coordinates of the planet in the event that the need arises.> Niiat's psychic tendrils tightened as the coordinates to the planet were given to the admiral.

<I will be arriving shortly once my broodship is fully repaired. Please warn only the highest officials of your allies as I want to keep my presence unknown. I will be seeing you shortly...> Niiat unwound the tentacles and backed away, darkness absconding him as he disappeared.

<I will be watching you...>

Perhaps it was time that the Abh had begun paying attention to this new alliance that they were now a part of. For too long it seemed that this battle was raging without any retaliation on their part. The only problem was, information on the attack had not reached Star Force officials' ears until the attack was well underway. It had taken one of their top information agents to even find a way of getting a message out without being discovered. Before that, he had to take painful measures of even learning about a massive Imperial build-up. All of this took precious time.

Finally, something was sent and was delivered into the hands of Imperial Admiral Gaf'ton. His one eye roamed over the datapad trying to derive anything useful about the situation. Perhaps the Galactic Empire was viewing this time of war with the Extra Solar Union to pick off an ally of the Coredians or perhaps they were preparing for an invasion of some smaller nation. Either way, there was no way of knowing for sure. They only thing that would be required at that time was to alert border patrols, garrison forces, and the military overall about a possible attack. However, since there was a war already in progress with a large enemy force; this warning would have proven redundant. The information was neglected for the time being but stored away into intelligence files for later review. Just one more piece of information in an ever expanding riddle of the universe.

Since no nation sent any distress calls, had no knowledge of the invasion. The only clue to something major occuring was the mobilizing of a few Coredian forces. Now it all began to draw more attention. None of it, however impressed the century old Admiral. Still, a response should be musterred if the Coredians were fighting the Imperials. If a fight wouldn't come to them, the least the Abh could do was pick a fight with someone more willing.

"Contact Benej for me."

"Yes your highness."

The holographic screen went still for a moment as his communications officer worked the controls on the flagship, Saruja. A moment later, the image of Admiral Spoor flashed on screen. "Ah, Admiral Spoor. I'm pleased to see I have not disturbed you."

Spoor's red eyes stared back at him with little to no emotion above boredom. "Of course not. I am willing to take calls from the royal family no matter what time it is. Now, what can I do for you?"

"One of our intelligence officers in the Galactic Empire reported rumors of naval build-up. Much more information beyond that could not be gathered, only that other nations were involved in contributing to the Sith fleet. Sometime later, we learned that Coredian forces were mobilizing a small contigent of ships as well. It is possible that the Sith are striking out for an invasion somewhere and the Coredians are heading out to meet it. If that is so, then we should be there to support our allies."

Unimpressed thus far, Spoor looked back at the Abriel. "So what is it that you want me to do about it?"

"I would like you to take a couple squadrons of Whitestars along with a few destroyers and artillery ships to see what all this noise is about. Force User Doron is in Hyperspace now with the Whitestars and he will be assisting you in this task. Your fleet is to head enroute to the Dalmav System where you'll use the Third Space gate and head near Coredian space and try to coordinate with them. From there you should strike out against the enemy once enough information has been gathered. Remember, you will be taking part of the fast response fleet so only engage if important. Otherwise do not waste your time or Star Force's."

Spoor saluted. "If that is all, then I shall move to the FR fleet's current position and reconsition some forces. Good day your Highness."

With Admiral Spoor on her way to collect an attack fleet, Gaf'ton had one last transmission to send. "See if you can patch me through to the Coredians."

"What would you like the message to be?"

Gaf'ton sat there with his head resting on his fist. "Ask them if the foots steps of the Empire are at our door or not."

"Right away your Majesty."

"Daniel-sama, a message from the Abh." The comms officer replied. "They're asking if the Empire's boots are marching towards their door."

"Answer: Not that we know of. They appear to be making a killing in the Milky Way Galaxy. Smaller nation by the name of Asfaltum. Rendzevous at *this* location for more information." I replied. They'll know what I mean.

"Right. Sending message."

Commander Dala watched the Draidus screen with dispair. The organic fleet, has seemed to be completely wiped out, while the invasion force of the Empire was moving along, barely unscathed. She witnessed horrors as ships were flung aside, like they were pieces of paper in the wind. The empire seemed to be everything that the Colonial forces heard they were. However their sensor jammers still seemed to be working, no one had noticed the two "unknown" ships recording the details of the battle, the strategies used, the weapon types. This was a great advantage for the Colonial forces.

Commander Dala knew the invasion force would soon overtake the planetary defenses, giving the Empire a foothold in this section of the galaxy. Although it was far enough away from Colonial Space, it would only be a matter of time before the Empire would find the Twelve Colonies and possible overtake them. But how could she help out the defenders without drawing the colonies into war?

She picked up her cup of hot coffee, and began taking a sip. She knew her options were limited, the FTLi in the area had made caculations for a jump very difficult.

Commander Dala looked at the tactical table under the draidus, and then it came to her.

"Lt. Falker" she stated, "What is your best estimation that we can get back into Colonial space with a jump?"

Lt. Falker responded, "Well sir, we can still jump, and we will most likely end up in colonial space, but the probability of us ending up where we want is low. We are basically throwing a dart blind, and hoping for a bullseye."

Commander Dala responded, "But we can go back to colonial space."

Lt. Falker responded, "Yes sir, but we might end up at the edge of the sector, or in the middle of the sun. It is like a educated blind jump."

Commander Dala, knew the risks. Blind jumps were very dangerous, one could end up anywhere. "Have we figured out how to compensate for it?"

Lt. Falker, "Sir the gravitational field seems to be moving at random intervals, it is nearly impssoble to figure out without studying how they are generating the field first."

Commander Dala, took another sip of her coffee. "Prepare a Raptor, and have it jump into colonial space. If it survives, have it broadcast to MoD and CDF the situation. THen have it jump into Coredian space. I am certain that the Coredians would love to know of this move.

LT. Falker, replied "Yes Sir, there is another danger. THe FTL jump could be detected by the EMpire. If we jump even a raptor the energy signature could be seen."

Commander Dala replied, "It is a risk we have to take. Since we have not made any moves to help or hinder them, if they do detect us, we should be able to talk our way out of it."

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Moments later a Mark II Raptor leaves the Starboard flightpod of the Orion. Maintaining radio silent it jumps into space. A bright flash of light emminates from the small ship.

A second later the raptor re-emerges. As it comes out of the FTL jump, the ship is surronded by flames. The pilot looks up as they see a mountain coming up very fast.

Major Noxi, seeing this scene, yelled Oh Frak, pull up, pull up.

THe raptor continued to go down, but was slowly gaining altitude. The bottom of the Raptor barely missed the top of the mountain.

Major Noxi looked at her co-pilot, "Great job where are we?"

Lt. Gideon replied, "looks like Picon."

Major Noxi, "My gods, we were supposed to be in orbit of Caprica. Ok send the transmision the CDF should intercept it."

Lt. Gideon began to send the package details to the CDF. Moments later the download was complete. The details of everything that had occured up until this point was now up for review at the Colonial Defence Force HQ.

Major Noxi, "Now to the next part of our mission, inform the Coredians.

Lt. Gideon, it will take about 20 minutes to regain Altitude to get to space, to jump.

Major Noxi, "We do not have that kind of time plot the course now and jump."

Lt. Gideon, "You want to what. Atmo-jumps are very hard to pull off successfully."

Major Noxi, "You have your orders, now do it."

Lt. Gideon, "Yes sir." He thought to himself, she is suicidal.

The raptor continued to fly straight as it disappeared in a bright flash. THe rush of the air in the area now filling a void caused a deafening sonic boom. Civilains in the area looked to the sky, wondering what was going on.

The small raptor appeared in Coredian space, about 2 megaclicks from the Coredian Capitol. A gas seemed to float off of the ship, as the tiny bit of atmosphere taken with it, began to disapate into the void of space.

The small raptor entering the system caused a small commotion among the fleet. Well, a corvette that came by to take a sniff. In the course of events, a sensor officer and a hyperspace navigator decided to converse.

"So, that's how they do it. They make spacefold tech look easy."

"So do we. Remember that Wormhole incident?"

"Oh yeah. Hey, I detect oxygen, nitrogen, water vapor..."

"They jumped from an atmosphere? Now I really want their tech."

"We'll probably see it soon. Rumors has it that Vector's already grabbed some and is looking at them to adapt to our tech."

"Sweet! I can't wait to try it!"

*Bonk* *Bonk*

"Back to work, boys." Their captain said, bonking the two officers on the head with a fan.

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"This is Corvette Fine Wine to Colonial Raptor. Welcome to Konoha. Is there something you need?" The Captain, really a lieutenant commander, asked sweetly, close cropped hair framing her motherly face.

Vanden:

He nodded at the representatives, and eyed all who were present. "I assume you can take me to some one who knows this situation? The Fortress does not like being kept in the dark... friends."

The two officials seemed to be taken aback by the rough demeanor of their guest. “Um, yes. Please follow us.”

They led the Consular through several hallways until they arrived at a set of double doors. “Please wait inside and you will be seen to soon.” One officer remained with him while the other left, presumably to locate someone that could talk to their guest.

After a few minutes he returned. “Please follow me and your questions can be answered.”

The two officers led the Consular to an office and indicated he should enter.

The office was large and richly decorated with several different native woods. The desk itself was a marriage between native carved Janber wood and several different technologies. A holo-emitter was mounted into the desk along with a computer terminal and replicator pads. Behind the desk sat a man dressed in simple business attire. He stood as his guest entered the office and greeted him.

“Greetings, I am Governor Hal’Dern. How can I help you?”


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Kala-Keihm:

"Hello there." I greeted whomever's on the other side. "You know me as Daniel Masaki, Emperor of the Coredians. I am calling you to let you know that I've heard of the plight of the people that has come under the guns of the Empire, and wish to assist. Of course, I cannot do this without a location of the friendly and enemy forces and enemy composition. Will you help me on that regard?"

“This is Admiral Ba’El. I have been placed in charge of the Kala-Keihm situation. If you wish I can send over a frigate so her systems can mesh with yours and you can get real time sensor data of everything we detect. If you wish some other arrangement you are free to make the suggestion. Just let me know where you want the ship to meet with yours.”


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As Admiral Ba’El closed the channel with Daniel, one of the bridge crew alerted him.

“Sir, we are picking up strong Class C or possible Class B Psionic activity. It appears to be centered on the Ganoxan fleet that escorted the refugees to our space.”

“If it was in a different situation we could afford to ignore it but not now. Keep an eye on it and if the activity returns, trace it subtly. I want to be sure there is no danger of our allies being controlled by any other entities. Also scan for any other Psionic activity.”

“Yes Sir, relaying orders to all Ta’Nar, Childer, and Kythons.”

The Consular himself was taken aback by the appearance of the Governor. He had heard stories and rumors of the Balroggans, and looked as though he was expecting to see something totally different.

However his atonishment was short lived. He quickly remembered what was at stake.

"You have raised your patrols, and your local space forces seem to be on a new alert, so our Vox Officers tell us. It seems that there is fighting near another part of your empire, so our sources say, but the sources are iffy at best." He looked the Balroggan in the eyes, and leaned forward as he did, piercing into him. "The Fortress here is meant to root our, and destroy any daemonic presense. That means we are always on high alert... should we hear of a conflict, and hear no word of it, we tend to overreact, and waste too many man hours, and currency to investigate the problem ourselves. We are working cooperatively with the Balroggan government, but it is hard to do such a thing when we are left in the dark, don't you agree?"

Finally he leaned back, and stood up straight, smiling slightly.

Vanden:

“Greetings, I am Governor Hal’Dern. How can I help you?”
The Consular himself was taken aback by the appearance of the Governor. He had heard stories and rumors of the Balroggans, and looked as though he was expecting to see something totally different.

However his atonishment was short lived. He quickly remembered what was at stake.

"You have raised your patrols, and your local space forces seem to be on a new alert, so our Vox Officers tell us. It seems that there is fighting near another part of your empire, so our sources say, but the sources are iffy at best." He looked the Balroggan in the eyes, and leaned forward as he did, piercing into him. "The Fortress here is meant to root our, and destroy any daemonic presense. That means we are always on high alert... should we hear of a conflict, and hear no word of it, we tend to overreact, and waste too many man hours, and currency to investigate the problem ourselves. We are working cooperatively with the Balroggan government, but it is hard to do such a thing when we are left in the dark, don't you agree?"

Finally he leaned back, and stood up straight, smiling slightly.

Hal’Dern was disgusted at his guest’s apparent rudeness. He was tempted to toss his ass right out the closest spaceport for his brash comments but he held himself in check. Instead of taking those actions, he decided to verbally put the meatbag in its own place.

“What the hell do you think you are doing sitting in my chair and demanding anything? You take out a lease of a mountain located on the other side of the friggin planet and insist on absolute secrecy. You hide yourselves in the jungle and set up armed guards and gunnery points. You then evesdrop on our Comm signals and when you find something that might be disturbing; you fly your ass here and make demands? I am a busy person and I cleared this time for you and I get assaulted for this consideration?”

Hal’Dern leaned forward and spoke in a low and controlled voice. He also sent a feeling of unease using his emotion control Psionic ability.

“You complain we don’t tell you anything when you don’t even have a friggin’ rep here to inform. Also, why the hell should we tell you a damn thing about anything that is happening on the other side of the galaxy? It might be a military secret or even a test or wargame. If it did have anything to do with you, we wouldn’t have any way of telling your ass about it in the first place because you demanded isolation for your order.”

Hal’Dern stopped sending the unease and leaned back taking a breath. He waited a few seconds allowing the silence to build which seem to stretch into an eternity before continuing.

“Would you like to continue from the beginning with proper courtesy?

The Consular had to take a moment to regather himself from what he just heard. What hit him the most was the subtle use of psi powers to influence his mind. He was trained to reconize such powers, however subtle. But that didn't mean he had any defense against it.

As the wave of unease washed over him, he shrank back slightly. His grip on the chair tightened, and his teeth began to grind together. However, when the speech ended, his unease was replaced by a wave of fear, and a storm of rage.

He was fearful of the governors powers, but he was enraged by the fact that he had used such powers on an Agent of the Ordo Malleus.

His face became red as he started his retort. "You.. are the govenor... you oversee this planet, you know where we were, and why we are even there. I believe you were even briefed by YOUR boss on the conditions of us being here..." Suddenly, he relaxed himself, and even managed a smile. His fear actually growing inside him, replacing the rage.

"All we ask... is that we be kept informed, so that so much unecessary work, time, and panic is not caused. It is in the contracts we signed, and should be well known. I.. apologize if this is seen as an inconvenience."

The Consular shifted uneasily into his chair. Flavius would crush his throat if he heard of this.

"Daniel-sama, a message from the Abh." The comms officer replied. "They're asking if the Empire's boots are marching towards their door."

"Answer: Not that we know of. They appear to be making a killing in the Milky Way Galaxy. Smaller nation by the name of Asfaltum. Rendzevous at *this* location for more information." I replied. They'll know what I mean.

"Right. Sending message."

"This is the Latchkau to Star Forces rapid response fleet, please acknowledge."

The female Abh officer waited at her station until a response signal was received. Transmissions were sketchy at best in Hyperspace, what they would be like in Third Space was unknown. Finally, a message had been sent. "Admiral Spoor, his Highness has sent a message and relayed our new fleet statistics."

Spoor turned her blood red eyes to her Chief of Staff. "Cufadiss, what are we taking with us?"

Cufadiss looked over his screen as the name of every ship and its design lay out was shown. "200 Whitestars, 10 Shadow Destroyers, 5 Victory Class Destroyers, 15 Rambirds, and 5 Abriel missle cruisers."

"Very good. Have everyone fall into formation behind the Latchkau and bring us in line for the Dalmav System."

"Admiral! Message from the Coredians."

Spoor sighed as her communications officer seemed a little too emotional for her bridge. "Calm down and read me the message."

"Yes ma'am. They say that the Galactic Empire is not heading our direction but further into the Milky Way. Their target appears to be a small nation called Asfaltum. We are also receiving coordinates for a rendezvous point."

Finally information that was useful. "Good. Our destination is still the Dalmav System. We'll pick up travel time through Third Space. We should arrive in the Coredian territories within a few minutes."

"Admiral! What are you doing up? I thought you were getting some sleep?" Naguma said with concern in his face.

"I got a 'message' again from our new friends. I will be in the conference room to address the Council. Tell them it is of utmost urgency."

"Yes sir," Naguma said still with concern on his face.

Brivun sat in the head chair of the table as holographic projectors fizzled in the images of the Council members.For security reasons the frequency was constantly changing so the images were of poor quality Most of them groggy for they were asleep except Kotor.

"Yes Admiral. What is so important that you have to wake us?" said the Forellian Union representative Kalinin.

"When the fleet was escorting refugee ships we had encountered a species known as the Kraetons. In return for them protecting our ships we allow them to keep any planets that are captured from the empire. I thought this was a good idea as we would not care about claiming other worlds. Because of their actions they have severely damaged the enemy fleet chasing us buying us time to evacuate the refugees. They tore the fabric of space time and warped across the galaxy in random places. The enemy thinks they are dead and the Kraetons wish that it stays that way till they rebuild. They will send a broodship, a capital ship, here soon and wish that this occurrence remained unknown but to only the highest officials."

"Have you alerted the Balroggans of this matter?" Kotor asked.

"No sir. I have not gotten a chance to do that yet. I came here to alert you first of the situation. I have a fighter prepped for departure to Kala Kheim to meet with the governor there."

"Very well Admiral. Safe journey."

"Thank you sir."

Brivun got out of his seat as the images disappeared. He headed for the hangar and got into his fighter. He got confirmation from the ship control and blasted out of the hangar. His two wingmen joined him just outside of the ship and they made their way to Kala Kheim.

It took the the three fighters thirty minutes to reach the planet. Brivun turned on his broadcaster and sent a message to their command.

"This is Admiral Brivun of the Ganoxan Alliance Fleet. I wish to have clearance to land and meet with your governor. Over."

Then he waited for the response.

Vanden:


Hal’Dern passed a hand over a control and the holo-screen blinked into life.

“Speaking of bosses, I wonder if I should contact yours and report to, um … let’s see here… someone named Flavius about your rude behavior.” Seeing the fear in his guest’s eyes, he knew he had an edge over him.

“Perhaps the highest ranked civilian of the Empire that is present should be talking to someone more his rank instead of someone who doesn’t even know who’s house he is sitting in. Perhaps if you drop your act of feather ruffling and afford me the basic courtesy you would expect from me if I were visiting you, this meeting would be done and over with already. As it currently stands, your level of disrespect gives me all the grounds to simply toss you out the nearest spaceport and be done with you. If this were Chronosia, you would be stretched out on a drying rack already. It is not your place to tell me what to do; I outrank you by several orders of magnitude.”

Hal’Dern waited a few seconds for his words to sink in before continuing.

“I will give you one more chance before removing you from my office personally and contacting your superior officer about your conduct.”


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Kala-Keihm:


“Sir, I have three ships headed towards the third planet.”

“Identity of the ships?”

“Ganoxan, Sir. They are broadcasting a message. Routing it to the main board.”

"This is Admiral Brivun of the Ganoxan Alliance Fleet. I wish to have clearance to land and meet with your governor. Over."

“Open a channel to those ships.”

“Right away Sir, Channel 3 cleared.”

Attention Ganoxan transports. This is Admiral Ba’El of the Imperial Navy. All governmental duties have been transferred to The Zeus for security reasons. You are to change your course to land on The Zeus and your meeting will occur here. I repeat, your ships are to proceed to The Zeus.

Ba’El closed the channel.

“Please ask the Governor to meet us in the main conference room after they land. Also have an honor guard meet me in the landing bay to greet our guests.”

“Yes Sir.”

"Copy Admiral Ba'El. Turning course to Zues and starting the landing cycle."

Brivun turned his fighter towards the large ship his wingmen followed suit. Soon after he landed his fighter he climbed out of his cockpit as did his two wingmen. He saw the Honor Guard on two sides and saw the Governor and Admiral Ba'El coming down the path.

"Greetings Admiral Ba'El. It is good to meet with you I have urgent matters to discuss with you and the governor concerning a new ally."

Ba’El greeted his Ganoxan counterpart.

“Welcome to The Zeus. She is the current command center for the defense and control of the system. If you follow me to a more secure meeting area, we can begin.”

The honor guard let the Governor and the two admirals to a large conference room. While supplying any refreshments their guests wanted, the groups engaged each other in unimportant small talk. After everything was set, they took their seats at the conference table and began the meeting.

Ba’El began the meeting. “So, you said something about a new ally?”

Brivun asked for a glass of water. The trip was enduring and he was parched.

"Thank you. This new ally, whom they are known as the Kraetons, wishes to remain in utmost secrecy and does not want to be broadcast out to the galaxy that they are still alive because the enemy thinks they are dead. This ally uses organic technology and is very powerful as they badly damaged some of the Imperial fleet that was chasing us. But their attack caused them to be spread out across the galaxy and are now rebuilding. Once Niat, the 'leader' of the Kraetons heals he will arrive insystem on a ship. So please do not be alarmed."

Ba’El seemed interested. He accessed the computer terminal set into the table and activated the holo-projector. Above the table a projection formed of the fight between Wander jar and the organic vessels. The symbols for Wander jar were labeled but all the organic ships were not. Tactical information as well as scans of each vessel winked into existence along the closest edge for each fleet, the right for the unknown and the left for Wander jar. The display ran through the battle between the two forces until the remaining organic ships folded away.

“I assume the vessels we have labeled as organic are these Kraetons you spoke of. Could you provide any additional information on them? I understand they want secrecy but what do you think you can divulge about them?”

The Wander jar fleet was outlined in flashing red showing their current position.

“The enemy fleet has yet to leave the area. It is not determined if they are going to try an attempt at the refugees at the transfer point so I ordered one of our battle groups to expand the patrols outside the borders thirty light minutes. That would allow us to gain time to evacuate ships if they tried to go after the refugees again.”

The replicator in the table replaced Brivun's empty glass with one that was full.

Brivun took the glass and took a sip to quench his thirst.

"There is not much more I can tell you Admiral. I have only been inside the ship briefly. There ships were basically living organisms that were in constant hunger. It was because of this hunger that we struck a deal. In return for defending Ganoxa and its allies the Kraeton ask for conquered Imperial worlds to sustain them to feed off of. I do know they have powerful psychic abilities as Niat sent me a message in my dreams."

“Please call me by my name. We are equals here.”

“So, this Niat contacted you through your dreams. That must have been the psionics surge we detected earlier. It was a Class C or a Class B reading so we were interested why it was targeting your fleet. It seems that we might have picked up Niat contacting you.”

“It would be interesting to meet Niat when his ship arrives. You must introduce him when he does.”

"We will introduce you to them. Once his ship arrives that is, but for now he has told me in my dream that his race is rebuilding and it would take some time. Also the council has asked me if you can send a probe with message to General Grenzer. The message should state that the refugees has reached safety but do to heavy naval force in the area we cannot evacuate them from the planet. They must stick it out until we can get sufficient naval units to attack the fleet. " Brivun said.

There was no words to describe his rage now. He seethed, and bore into the eyes of the govenor, his face bright red, eyes bloodshot, and his knuckles white. But it still lingered in the back of his mind, that he had a job to do.

"We will," He started, speaking through his clenched teeth. "Start over. However.. you will never speak of the Arch-Enemy.. of... C-Chron-Chronosia around me... or any of us. I would deem it wise."

The Consular took a few seconds to cool off, holding a hand up to the Govenor, and then standing up. He turned his back to the Govenor, and took a deep breath. Finally he turned around, smiled at the Govenor, and bowed slightly.

"Let us start over then, Govenor. I am Consular Rend, Civilian in Charge of basic operations on the Fortress. However, I am still an angent of the Ordo Malleus. I have... come to enquire on your recent military operations, respectfully."

“This is Admiral Ba’El. I have been placed in charge of the Kala-Keihm situation. If you wish I can send over a frigate so her systems can mesh with yours and you can get real time sensor data of everything we detect. If you wish some other arrangement you are free to make the suggestion. Just let me know where you want the ship to meet with yours.”
Funny how things seem to have gotten lost in the shuffle. The message that was returned to me was slightly garbled with static, possibly from an ion storm. That explains the lag.

I sent back another message. "Sounds like a good deal. In that case, I shall send you the coordinates."

With that, I secured the coordinates of my current location and sent it to the Admiral.

It had been a couple of days since the Kraetons had landed. Already Cacuscudo Sacs had evolved on the planet and many were pupating into Magens. Assimilation Canal erupted from the ground and began to grow uncontrollably. This type of organism absorbs the nutrients around it and with it would grow taller and taller until it reached the thermosphere. Its chitinous armour was like that of all Kraetons, containing trace amounts of adamantium and the organic molecules were crystalline, making it very strong and durable. From the base of the canal exuded the Assimilation Membrane, organic webbing that spreads from the Canal and soaks up nutrients and traps non-Kraetons animals in its stick webbing.

Asphyxiation Spires Had begun to grow, stealing the very atmosphere's molecules and exuding a toxic emission from the pores along the tower. Kraetons had begun to grow since day three. Every 2.5 days the population would double and as of now hundreds of Mörders and Falxifers ran across the dying forests, hunting and slaughtering any and all life they could find.

Aboard the Broodship, Niiat was almost finished regenerating. He had taken this time to make biological changes, rearranging his organs and genetic structure to change his form. The broodship had replenished its resources and was ready for launch. The Kraetons on the planet could take care of themselves while Niiat warped towards the direction of Brivun.

Transmission to the Fine Wine from Raptor 34:

Cordian Vessel Fine wine, this is Colonial Raptor 34 from the Battlestar Orion. We have information that we think you will find useful. It is about an invasion of a small civilization, by the Empire. We have on board all of the data the Battlestar Orion and Gunstar Solar Flare collected. We wish to dock with you immediately, and share this information with you as our agreement dictates. Commander Dala wishes this information be passed to you as quickly as possible.

Major Noxi chuckled when she heard the name of the Corvette. "The Coredians certainly know how to name their ships."

Lt. Gideon replies, "Yes sir they do. You would have thought that we would have named a ship that by now."

Major Noxi, "If we did that we would confirm what the galaxy thinks, that we are the biggest drunks in the universe."

Transmission to the Fine Wine from Raptor 34:

Cordian Vessel Fine wine, this is Colonial Raptor 34 from the Battlestar Orion. We have information that we think you will find useful. It is about an invasion of a small civilization, by the Empire. We have on board all of the data the Battlestar Orion and Gunstar Solar Flare collected. We wish to dock with you immediately, and share this information with you as our agreement dictates. Commander Dala wishes this information be passed to you as quickly as possible.

Major Noxi chuckled when she heard the name of the Corvette. "The Coredians certainly know how to name their ships."

Lt. Gideon replies, "Yes sir they do. You would have thought that we would have named a ship that by now."

Major Noxi, "If we did that we would confirm what the galaxy thinks, that we are the biggest drunks in the universe."

"This information is interesting. Please dock immediately. The bay is on the underside of the ship."

"So, they have information on the Empire?" The Captain wondered quietly. "Does this mean the Colonials will assist us in the war?"

In the meantime, her second-in-command was ordered to head to the docking bay and await the Raptor's crew as the bay doors opened to accomodate the small two-man heavy fighter (or is it bomber? The Coredians need to catalog it right.).

"So, they have information on the Empire?" The Captain wondered quietly. "Does this mean the Colonials will assist us in the war?"

In the meantime, her second-in-command was ordered to head to the docking bay and await the Raptor's crew as the bay doors opened to accomodate the small two-man heavy fighter (or is it bomber? The Coredians need to catalog it right.).

(A Heavy Fighter is a good enough description ;) )

Transmission to the Fine Wine:

Roger that we will be docking immediatly ETA 1 minute.

The small raptor began to fly to the underside of the coredian vessel.

Major Noxi, "Look at that, the bottom is completely open to space. I wonder what kind of shielding they use to keep the atmosphere inside.

Lt. Gideon replied, "I do not know sir, but I say lets get this over with. Aliens give me the creeps."

Major Noxi, "Do not tell me you are a xenophobe."

Lt. Gideon replied," No sir, I just prefer Colonials."

Major Noxi smiled, "Just be polite, and remember these are our allies."

The raptor fired it's thrusters upward into the Coredian landing bay. It slowly began to enter the ship, and began to land at a clear spot on the floor of the docking bay.

Major Noxi states, "Grab the disks and lets go."

Lt. Gideon grabbed a briefcase and opened the door to the raptor, wondering what kind of reception they were about to receive.

Kala-Keihm:

"I will look forward to meeting this Niet at the earliest opportunity. He sounds interesting and it seems he possesses unusual psionic abilities. I think we would like to understand both of them better. Be sure to introduce him to us when he arrives."


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Vanden:


Hal'Dern smiled in his guest's change of manners. He knew mentioning Chron's name would probably drive him over the edge and was pleased that his intuition proved correct.

"My name is Hal'Dern. I am the Govenor of the entire Vanden system. I command both the civilian activities as well as the Homeguard that are here to protect us. What can I do for you today?"


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Kala-Keihm, The Zeus:



"This is Admiral Ba'El, I will have a frigate at those coordinants in approximetly ten minutes by wormhole. The ship will be a non-Kython vessel so you do not have to worry about that can of beans."


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Gleise, Imperial Shipyards:


One of the many Torpedo Frigates on patrol left it's post after receiving orders from Gleise Command. It began to head towards the edge of the system when a wormhole tore itself into Real Space directly in it's path. The frigate maintained it's course and entered the wormhole, which closed silently behind the ship.

(A Heavy Fighter is a good enough description ;) )

Transmission to the Fine Wine:



The small raptor began to fly to the underside of the coredian vessel.

Major Noxi, "Look at that, the bottom is completely open to space. I wonder what kind of shielding they use to keep the atmosphere inside.

Lt. Gideon replied, "I do not know sir, but I say lets get this over with. Aliens give me the creeps."

Major Noxi, "Do not tell me you are a xenophobe."

Lt. Gideon replied," No sir, I just prefer Colonials."

Major Noxi smiled, "Just be polite, and remember these are our allies."

The raptor fired it's thrusters upward into the Coredian landing bay. It slowly began to enter the ship, and began to land at a clear spot on the floor of the docking bay.

Major Noxi states, "Grab the disks and lets go."

Lt. Gideon grabbed a briefcase and opened the door to the raptor, wondering what kind of reception they were about to receive.
Several soldiers saluted the Colonials as they exited the Raptor and the second in command stepped foreward. "Welcome to the Fine Wine. If you'll come with me, you can meet the Captain."

A minute later, they met with the captain in the bridge. "Welcome aboard. I understand you have some things about the Empire that you wish us to know."

"This is Admiral Ba'El, I will have a frigate at those coordinants in approximetly ten minutes by wormhole. The ship will be a non-Kython vessel so you do not have to worry about that can of beans."
I replied with a smile. "Ah, thank you for the courtesy and yes, we will expect the ship."

THe colonial solders saluted the Captain of the Fine Wine. They had never been onboard a Coredian Vessel before. They had only heard stories, as had many of the colonial officers. The stories were not exaggerated, if anything they lacked detail.

Major Noxi saluted the Captain. "Yes sir, the commander of the Battlestar Orion, ordered me to give your government the data that we have taken while scanning the system of Asfaltum. It would seem that an invasion force, with spec designs that match the Chronosian forces and that of the Galactic Empire. Here are the data disks, with the entire operational scans that we picked up along with some sort of unusual gravitational field being emitted from a few of their ships. It made jumping slightly difficult. We were able to avoid detection so far, with some of our newer systems, but how long that will last is unknown. Lt. Gideon please give the briefcase to the captain."

LT. Gideon hands over the briefcase to the Captain of the Fine Wine. It is a smooth metal case with the Colonial Crest on the side. When you open it up you will find sixteen data discks full of the scans ofthe area by the fifth planet in the system, including that of the organic fleet's battle.

Lt. Gideon smiled at the captain, in almost a flitatious way. "Here you go sir", he stated. " By the way your ship is quite impressive. How did your ship get it's name I wonder?"

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Meanwhile back in the Asfaltum system commander Dala was being rushed reports.

Commander Dala stated, "Any change in the Star Destroyers course?

No sir, "Lt. Rodreguez stated. Everything appears to be the same."

Any indication that they have spotted us yet? Commander Dala asks

"None sir, it seems our EM field is working perfectly. Lt. Rodreguez replies

Good, keep me adviced.

THe colonial solders saluted the Captain of the Fine Wine. They had never been onboard a Coredian Vessel before. They had only heard stories, as had many of the colonial officers. The stories were not exaggerated, if anything they lacked detail.

Major Noxi saluted the Captain. "Yes sir, the commander of the Battlestar Orion, ordered me to give your government the data that we have taken while scanning the system of Asfaltum. It would seem that an invasion force, with spec designs that match the Chronosian forces and that of the Galactic Empire. Here are the data disks, with the entire operational scans that we picked up along with some sort of unusual gravitational field being emitted from a few of their ships. It made jumping slightly difficult. We were able to avoid detection so far, with some of our newer systems, but how long that will last is unknown. Lt. Gideon please give the briefcase to the captain."

LT. Gideon hands over the briefcase to the Captain of the Fine Wine. It is a smooth metal case with the Colonial Crest on the side. When you open it up you will find sixteen data discks full of the scans ofthe area by the fifth planet in the system, including that of the organic fleet's battle.

Lt. Gideon smiled at the captain, in almost a flitatious way. "Here you go sir", he stated. " By the way your ship is quite impressive. How did your ship get it's name I wonder?"
"Ah, thank you very much. We will be sure to analyze it." The Captain flashed a smile to the Lt. "Our ship got its name because for some reason, someone left a crate of red wine in the cargo bay soon after it was commissioned. Guess it's a present or something."

"Did you say gravitational fluctuations?" The second-in-command asked. "That must be the Empire's faster-than-light inhibitor or FTLi fields. It normally prevents a ship from escaping a battle or entering it too early. And what did you mean that the FTLi field made your jump difficult?"

The thing that caught the Captain's notice was that FTLi only made the Colonials' FTL jump 'difficult', rather than 'impossible'. If that's the case, then these people really know their equipment.

"Ah, thank you very much. We will be sure to analyze it." The Captain flashed a smile to the Lt. "Our ship got its name because for some reason, someone left a crate of red wine in the cargo bay soon after it was commissioned. Guess it's a present or something."

"Did you say gravitational fluctuations?" The second-in-command asked. "That must be the Empire's faster-than-light inhibitor or FTLi fields. It normally prevents a ship from escaping a battle or entering it too early. And what did you mean that the FTLi field made your jump difficult?"

The thing that caught the Captain's notice was that FTLi only made the Colonials' FTL jump 'difficult', rather than 'impossible'. If that's the case, then these people really know their equipment.


Major Noxi replied, "With the gravitational fluxuations, it continously made the jump origin caculation vary. By making the entrance vary it can throw off the exit point or so it did. It also took several minutes longer to preform the jump than normal. It was quite vexing." she stated.

Lt. Gideon laughed when he heard the way the ship got it's name. "Someone left a crate of wine onboard, he smiled. In the Colonies that would never have happened. The crew would have taken it long before the ship was unveiled.

Major Noxi states, "Do you intend on confronting the Empire in this new invasion? I was instructed to ask by the CDF. We have in that area one Refit battlestar and Gunstar. Although it makes a great scuoting force, if they are discovered, they might not last too long. Especailly with the difficulties in the jump caculations."

As your people look at the Raptor in your cargo hold, you will notice that it looks slightly different than that of the previous raptor you have seen. It has a black exterior, and seems to have your holodeck nodes surrounding the outside of the skin. Besides that, it is identical to a normal raptor.

Space tore open and a wormhole settled into Realspace. It stuck arround just long enough for the single frigate to exit before it collapsed back from where it was origionally. The frigate immediately initiated scans of the area to not only get its bearings, but also to make sure there were no hostile ships in the area.

This is Captain Hya'Meer of the Imperial Frigate The Trueshot. I have instructions concerning you I think we should meet about.

Major Noxi replied, "With the gravitational fluxuations, it continously made the jump origin caculation vary. By making the entrance vary it can throw off the exit point or so it did. It also took several minutes longer to preform the jump than normal. It was quite vexing." she stated.
"Yes, that's the purpose of the damned things. At least you're able to jump. We find it nearly impossible." The XO said, almost resentfully.

Lt. Gideon laughed when he heard the way the ship got it's name. "Someone left a crate of wine onboard," he smiled. "In the Colonies that would never have happened. The crew would have taken it long before the ship was unveiled."
"Perhaps so. Perhaps so." The Captain smiled. "Too bad the crew already drank all of it, would have been nice to share some."

Major Noxi states, "Do you intend on confronting the Empire in this new invasion? I was instructed to ask by the CDF. We have in that area one Refit battlestar and Gunstar. Although it makes a great scuoting force, if they are discovered, they might not last too long. Especailly with the difficulties in the jump caculations."
"From what I hear, we do indeed intend to confront the Empire." The Captain said. She decided to withhold the fact that the Emperor himself will be involved. "I do recommend not staying longer than you have to. If rumors are correct, anyone caught by the Empire would be sorely outnumbered and destroyed quickly."

As your people look at the Raptor in your cargo hold, you will notice that it looks slightly different than that of the previous raptor you have seen. It has a black exterior, and seems to have your holodeck nodes surrounding the outside of the skin. Besides that, it is identical to a normal raptor.
The XO noticed something on the Raptor. "I see you adapted our holographic technology quite nicely. Interesting."

Major Noxi, noded. The new computers we have made the intergration much easier. I am also certain that if you need any help designing a prototype Jump drive, the Quorium will be able to send over a technical team to assist your researchers. She paused for a minute, and states, "We need to get back to Caprica as soon as possible then rejoin the Orion. Do you have anything that you wish for us to relay to the government? If so we will be happy to take the message. Thank you so much for your hospitality, and if you ever need anything, you have a friends within the Colonies."

The two pilots salute the Captain and the XO.

Major Noxi, noded. The new computers we have made the intergration much easier. I am also certain that if you need any help designing a prototype Jump drive, the Quorium will be able to send over a technical team to assist your researchers. She paused for a minute, and states, "We need to get back to Caprica as soon as possible then rejoin the Orion. Do you have anything that you wish for us to relay to the government? If so we will be happy to take the message. Thank you so much for your hospitality, and if you ever need anything, you have a friends within the Colonies."

The two pilots salute the Captain and the XO.
"I'm certain our government would be interested in having a technical team assist us in the endeavour." The Captain nodded. "Have your people call our people and we'll work something out. As for a message, I'd just like to point out that it is worthwhile to keep a low profile when it comes to facing the Empire, but if that's not possible then you will always have us to stand by your side."

Besides, by now, they should have planetary shields to protect them from bombardment if scuttlebutt is correct. She thought.

This is Captain Hya'Meer of the Imperial Frigate The Trueshot. I have instructions concerning you I think we should meet about.

"Interesting." I replied, raising an eyebrow. "If you come aboard, we can talk about it."

The Much Ado About Nothing is small enough that a docking tube would be all that's needed.

Meanwhile, the Battlestar Coredia rumbled through the wormhole, disappearing in a flash along with its escorts and its support ships.

The Trueshot glided up to The Much Ado About Nothing and held steady. The docking arms latched onto the extended docking tube and mag-locked onto the vessel. Air rushed into the space and the hatch opened.

Captain Hya’Meer left his ship and walked to the hatch of The Much Ado About Nothing and waited for it to open.

Jump gate sequences from the Hyperspace gate in the Dalmav System peeled back the veil of normal space and spewed out the attack fleet under Admiral Spoor's command. The planets were all uninhabited but it still served its uses with mining and controlling the area around it. Not to mention it proved a wonderful location as a testing site.

The Third Space gate stood just a few daj away from the fleet. It would be Spoor's first time travelling through the realm though this fact hardly phased the woman. "Activating Third Space sequence. Tower opening now."

Great Pylons slide out from the compact artifact until they locked into place. Energy began building up until it finally collapsed into an ever expanding vortex, signalling the way in.

"Field stabilized. Ready to depart."

Spoor mildly stroked her long blue braid before daintily covering her mouth while she yawnded. "Very good chief. Take us in."

The fleet of the Abh Empire dove into the swirling energy tunnel. Once they were all through, the gate slammed shot behind them and the tower deactivated going back to its dorment state. Once in Third space, it would not take the fleet long to rendezvous with the rest.

"I'm certain our government would be interested in having a technical team assist us in the endeavour." The Captain nodded. "Have your people call our people and we'll work something out. As for a message, I'd just like to point out that it is worthwhile to keep a low profile when it comes to facing the Empire, but if that's not possible then you will always have us to stand by your side."

Besides, by now, they should have planetary shields to protect them from bombardment if scuttlebutt is correct. She thought.

Major Noxi replies, We will ask the Quorium to send out a team immediatly. We could also use some help, we have been havign trouble with your planetary shield technology. Our power sources seem to have a problem producing enough energy to make it very effective. It has been most problematic.

Goodday sirs.

The two pilots board their raptor, and exit the Coredian ship.


Major Noxi replies strap in, as they exit the dockingbay shield, and get about 100 yards off the corvettes bow they jump, back to Caprica.

OOC: I want to make it very clear, that the war in the Asfaltum homesystem is moving much slower thanks to Chronosias perma ban. There has only been about an hour or so of conflict so far. Showing up at this moment in time is not acceptable.

Sly, and cautious the Imperial fleet suffered continious attacks from these singularity missiles. Those that managed to pierce through the hail of ECM and Imperial confusion struck with resentment at their foes, crushing chuncks of Star Destroyer and frigates, piercing their very nature of pride. Yet, the Empire was aware of such weapons, having faced them with the Coredians long before now.

From the two flanks of the fleet, the emperor allowed some reserve Interdictors to move forward; proceeding cumbersomely, their activated tens of mighty mass shadow generators pulling the incoming swarm towards them, around them. Acting as planet would to a moon, these leviathans of technology would create an orbital pattern, in which the missiles would follow, until they run out of fuel, or detonated, becoming harmless singularities to be used as weapons.

Executor SSD

Tarkin frowned at the reports of rebel forces being dispatched to provide an annoyance to the empire. The Masakis and the Abh's were frustrating toads, grasping at the final straws of a burning field. They had their intelligence operatives, the very fact that they were coming here proved so, but secure that he had his own operatives was far more interesting to Tarkin.

Curious as to how the rebels could, in any sanity, spare even these few ships and risk angering the empire upon them in their time of great war. Tarkin smiled at their idiocy. He was aware of the "Galactic" Federation of Free Alliances conflict with the Extra Solar Union of Systems, and now, here at this moment in time, they were about to risk the Imperial Navy falling upon them, when even a pin could change the tide of war. "Morons." He said with muffled laughter. "They really are morons."

Ordering the reserve forces to prepare for attack, and relaying the information to the rest of the fleet, the Empire continued their offensive actions. Asfaltum was proving to be annoying, though besieged from all angles, they still refused to surrender, perhaps, the Chronosians would change their minds. Pushing a small series of commands on his data pad, the Grand Moff ordered the chaos hounds of nurgle to charge into battle. Baited, taunted by the prospect of flesh and blood; by their previous command to hold, these warriors would now resemble trapped, hungry beasts frothing at the mouth, riled into a frenzy of malevolence. The holographic display of the battle detailed the Imperiums advance, in one chaotic move towards their foes.

The bulk of the Imperial fleet however remained at long range, their guns perfectly capable of sundering the enemy from here. Remaining stationary, Asfaltums forces were vast targets for the behemoth guns of the fleet. Tarkin flickered through his next possible orders. "Communications." Tarkin turned his head quickly. "Send in the first wave of fighters, followed by bombing runs on their frigates and cruisers. Have the first wave of Destroyers ready themselves to finish them."

Like of wall of a thousand blades the empires first wave of fighters racked the enemy in a torrent of zeal. Guarding the more cumbersome bombers the fast and nimble interceptors begun the easy task of destroying anti capital ship missiles in transit. Outnumbered, and outgunned time and space was closing in on the enemy. Surely they would realise that the emperor would never accept anything other than an unconditional surrender.

Khorne hungered...The fleets of Hakar and those loyal to Cabot awaited the moment when they might fall upon their prey and crush them as the vermin they were. And now they moved, descending like poisoned knives upon their prey. They did not come alone, Wolfsbane and Blood Furies, instead there were amongst them the true poison upon the edges of their axes.

The Envenomed Fang.

The sons of Lucian, the warriors of Nurgle, each warrior draped in the fineries of putresence, the glories of disease and decay and rot. They were servants most devoted of their great and revered Papa, the jovial and loving master of all foulness. Nurglings scuttled and whimpered about the ankles of First Captain Ameeron, Lucian's chosen instrument, his spiked fist. He gurgled almost obscenely, smirking as his twisted, diseased flesh contorted, shuddering in corrupt glee. Every fibre of their being was saturated in it. Death, diesease, madness. The Destroyer. Lucian had loosed it upon them, millions of roaring flies each bite flooding their systems with the very mark of the Plague Lord.

There remained nothing of their humanity but their semblence to it. For they were beyond Man, exalted and immortal. For entropy would never die, not while they still plyed their foul craft across the stars.

Ameeron watched through eyes sunken into swollen flesh, watched as the first bombardments began, arcing flashes of munitions discharge and lance batteries erupting in light, bombs and missiles streaking across the void, ordinance as large as buildings hurtling from the mighty cannons that dominating the mixed fleet. The Chronosians were built for War, skilled in its execution in the years since the Fall, made glorious and powerful by the power of Chaos itself.

"Order the fleet to close on the planet. We shall crush the enemy fleet between the Sith's guns and their world...And then we shall descend. Then we shall feast! For Nurgle!" Ameeron howled, his voice roaring and phlegm-choked and yet brimming with strength and dark enthusiam.

Aboard the Soulflayer

The Soulflayer served as Hakar's flagship, the very heart of the Blood Furies legion, and it was upon the bridge of this immense edifice that Hakar and First Captain Achaeus of the Wolfsbane Legion, stood, recieving the acknowledgement of fire from the Envenomed Fang's warriors.

"We proceed in kind" Hakar boomed, his feral snarl that of a man made into a Demi-God, an Imperial Primarch. "We proceed and then we loose our Legions upon them and sate our hunger." He flexed his mighty wings, snarling with barely controlled fury, as though Black Rage and Red Thirst threatened to spill over at any moment.

"Indeed. The Wolfsbane shall be at their prime. Lord Cabot has ordered that we activate their Implants. The finest of the First Companies Terminators stand ready with me, and I have seen to it that as many of the Berzerkers come forth as we can muster."

"Excellent. You do the Warmaster proud, Captain." Hakar grinned wolfishly, twisting to bark an order to the comms desk. "Send this message to Palpatine and his impotent commanders. Inform them that the Imperium readies for war, and that Khorne shall claim a bloody tally from these weakling fools! Blood and Victory, brothers! Blood and skulls for Khorne!"

Grid 2245 ~ Stalking

The Imperial Immobiliser Star Destroyer Vanquish moved through the cosmos, her pointed prow and daggered edge stalked quietly in the night, waiting, baited.....

The bridge was quiet, the empire rarely ever observed stealth and most of the crew found the actions unfamiliar. Power sources had been dulled, guns deactivated, and the command and operational running of the ship kept to a quiet few. The engines pushed the Vanquish forward through the void, quietly, silently as though cloaked in their own confidence.

"So we have a Coredian ship before us." Captain Kar Silan offered to the quiet. "Battlestar configuration no doubt."

"So the visual tells us." His first replied still unsure of what they would find. "Our last fighter patrol put it in this sector, we should be on top of it almost."

"Perfect timing." Silan said with a clap. "There she is hidden at the edge of our fleet." All eyes fell on a black metallic blob, just in the distance. "Watching, waiting like a coward. Commscan, have they detected us?" A flurry of fingers on controls, and puzzled expressions was all the answer Silan required. It was doubtful that even Imperial sensors could break through the haze of interference. "I cannot give a firm yes or no on that captain, our sensors are being jammed by our own fleet."

"Gunnery range?" The captain asked, now encompassed by a holographic representation of the battlestar.

"Two minutes until the ion cannons can open fire captain." Silas nodded while he and the officers looked at this odd, new Coredian ship.

"It doesn't look Coredian." The Commodore suggested.

"Perhaps a new breed of warship captain?"

"Or perhaps she's not even Coredian at all." Silas assumed. "Either way, our orders are standing. Disable or destroy." A host of heads nodded, all knew failure to attempt such a decree by the emperor himself resulted in a fifty year stay on the Hoth outpost, or, even worse. Tatooine. "Standby fighters and bombers, order all gunnery crews to man their weapons and use visual systems only, the computers will be next to useless in this mess." Silas noticed odd markings on the side, clearly not Coredian or Aurabesh. Below the bridge towers, the large ion cannons of the Vanquish turned to face her target.

Commscan errupted in a haze of activity. "Detecting contacts, off our bow, fighter bomber size captain."

"Firing range?" Silan demanded.

"Eight seconds sir."

"Capain I recommend we launch fighters and bombers." Silans first almost whispered into his ear.

"Launch fighters and bombers, increase velocity and open fire."

(OOC: Well OG, I decided to pull you into the fun. The Beam Weapons of the Vanquish are much like the rebel ion cannon at Hoth, apart from their in beam format and are designed to rake enemy warships disabling great swathes of systems in a firing sequence. Designed to take on the Coredian battlestar, and used truth be told, I thought that it would be fun if we had a boarding action or something, meh it's up to you what happens.)

The broodship appeared, on the very edge of Balroggan airspace. Niiat knew that they may not reognize the ship and may attack. Just to be safe, he though as he closed his eyes.

In the meeting room, Niiat drifted psychically, searching for Brivun. There he was, talking with another individual. Niiat walked up to Brivun and whispered, "I am here Admiral."

OOC Sorry for the brevity. I must be heading off to class and work. I shall be on 8 PM EST.

Rend bit his tongue. He hated playing such a fruitless game with the xeno scum that stood before him. Although he looked human, the Consular guessed it was a mere disguise to his pure energy form. Soon, Rend Thought, he would make the xeno pay for his disrespect, but now was the time to gather information.

"We see that you are experiancing possible problems in other parts of your empire. We simply wish to know what the situation is, and what parties are involved, so we can save time and power from a false alarm that could better be used elsewhere."

The Consular sat down again, and smiled. "I hope everything is okay on the home front?"

The Trueshot glided up to The Much Ado About Nothing and held steady. The docking arms latched onto the extended docking tube and mag-locked onto the vessel. Air rushed into the space and the hatch opened.

Captain Hya’Meer left his ship and walked to the hatch of The Much Ado About Nothing and waited for it to open.
The hatch of the Much Ado About Nothing opened, allowing the Balroggan to enter. Of course, the small Marine contiguent and the masked ANBU guards gave them ugly looks (being that they are supposed to be official enemies), but my orders were as clear as glass: Escort him to the briefing room of the ship and do no harm. Or else.

They escorted the Captain to the briefing room, where me, my former apprentice and a orange-clad, whiskered young man (Naruto) who transferred from the Coredia sat at the table, amidst beautifully crafted realtime holographic representations of the area. Sensor data at its best.

"Welcome to the Much Ado About Nothing, my friend. Do you want anything or do you wish to dive straight into the purpose of the meeting?" I asked kindly.

Grid 2245 ~ Stalking

The Imperial Immobiliser Star Destroyer Vanquish moved through the cosmos, her pointed prow and daggered edge stalked quietly in the night, waiting, baited.....

The bridge was quiet, the empire rarely ever observed stealth and most of the crew found the actions unfamiliar. Power sources had been dulled, guns deactivated, and the command and operational running of the ship kept to a quiet few. The engines pushed the Vanquish forward through the void, quietly, silently as though cloaked in their own confidence.

"So we have a Coredian ship before us." Captain Kar Silan offered to the quiet. "Battlestar configuration no doubt."

"So the visual tells us." His first replied still unsure of what they would find. "Our last fighter patrol put it in this sector, we should be on top of it almost."

"Perfect timing." Silan said with a clap. "There she is hidden at the edge of our fleet." All eyes fell on a black metallic blob, just in the distance. "Watching, waiting like a coward. Commscan, have they detected us?" A flurry of fingers on controls, and puzzled expressions was all the answer Silan required. It was doubtful that even Imperial sensors could break through the haze of interference. "I cannot give a firm yes or no on that captain, our sensors are being jammed by our own fleet."

"Gunnery range?" The captain asked, now encompassed by a holographic representation of the battlestar.

"Two minutes until the ion cannons can open fire captain." Silas nodded while he and the officers looked at this odd, new Coredian ship.

"It doesn't look Coredian." The Commodore suggested.

"Perhaps a new breed of warship captain?"

"Or perhaps she's not even Coredian at all." Silas assumed. "Either way, our orders are standing. Disable or destroy." A host of heads nodded, all knew failure to attempt such a decree by the emperor himself resulted in a fifty year stay on the Hoth outpost, or, even worse. Tatooine. "Standby fighters and bombers, order all gunnery crews to man their weapons and use visual systems only, the computers will be next to useless in this mess." Silas noticed odd markings on the side, clearly not Coredian or Aurabesh. Below the bridge towers, the large ion cannons of the Vanquish turned to face her target.

Commscan errupted in a haze of activity. "Detecting contacts, off our bow, fighter bomber size captain."

"Firing range?" Silan demanded.

"Eight seconds sir."

"Capain I recommend we launch fighters and bombers." Silans first almost whispered into his ear.

"Launch fighters and bombers, increase velocity and open fire."

(OOC: Well OG, I decided to pull you into the fun. The Beam Weapons of the Vanquish are much like the rebel ion cannon at Hoth, apart from their in beam format and are designed to rake enemy warships disabling great swathes of systems in a firing sequence. Designed to take on the Coredian battlestar, and used truth be told, I thought that it would be fun if we had a boarding action or something, meh it's up to you what happens.)

On board the Battlestar Orion

The Commander was knee deep in the intellegence reports. She was begining to gain a migrain. All of this information gathered, she thought would be good enough to promote her, maybe even place her in command of a fleet. She was astonished by the weapons being used in the area. Weapons with such force and magnitude that even science fiction writers in the colonies had never imagined. She thought , "I pray we never have to fight these people."

Lt. Falker shouts, "Draidus contact bearing 142, mark 87 it is an Imperial Star destroyer on Intercept course. It appears they found us.

Colonel Klimens responded, "How the hell did they get so close, as he picked up the com system. Battlestations Battlestations set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill.

Commander Dala, order the Solar Flare to fire decoy missile package bravo, and set up a flak screen. Raise the shields, and fire all cannons and missles at the star destroyer. What the frak is the condition of the FTL computer.

Lt. Nose replies, "FTL computer is still malfunctioning, the gravition fields in the area make it difficult to caculate where we will jump, however the jump drive is fully operational. If we jump it will be a controled blind jump."

Colonel Kilmens, "Frakking great. Launch the alert vipers, tell them to use the masking system, to mimmick the imperial fighters.

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A blue shield erupts outside the Orion and the solar flare. Moments later 22 missles launch out of the forward missle tubes heading away from the battle. Moments later the missles form a massive energy signature, and mimmick the shape and transponders of 5 Colonial Battlestars.

Vipers and Raptors begin to lauch out of the tubes, like a swarm of hornets, as they begin to close in on the Empire's fighters, they change shape. The mark VIII vipers take the shape of Tie Intercepters, and the Raptors take the shape of Tie Bombers.

Just then, the Orion is hit, two massive energy streaks smash into the Coredian shield. The shield shimmers on and off, as on the inside the panels begin to explode, in a way that only a trekkie could appreciate.

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Commander Dala yells, Damage report.

Lt. Falker replies, "shields down to 20 %, Draidus is dead, Long Range communications is down. Fire control batteries are down. Missile guidance is down."

Colonel Kilmens shouts, "Tell the gunners to use line of sight and continue to fire."

Commander Dala yells, Get our birds back on board now, tell the Solar Flare to make a screen for us, and prepare to jump.

Lt. Falker, "Sir, we will have no idea where we are going, we could go into a sun."

Commander Dala pulls out her pistol and aims it at Lt. Falkers head. "I will not repeat myself."

(OOC: because of the cylon wars, the colonial battlestars mostly use manual methods to control their ships. The ship although uncooridinated can still be usable without computer usage, especially since none of my computers are networked.)

The battlestar's accuracy has been dramatically lowered as well as the speed of the cannons, but the cannons continue to shoot in the direction of the star destroyer. The Flak cannons continue to shoot a barrage of supressive fire, attemptign to aim at the Imperial fighters, but without guidance controls, the chance of them hitting was low.

The Gunstar, began to fire it's main batteries at the star destroyer. Although it had fewer guns, It at least had fully operational controls, and was designed against fighter barrages. The ship shot A flak screen in every direction, hoping to shoot down any incoming missles.

THe Missle doors opened on the Solar Flares port side, and began to unload a missle compliment, 12 missles were shot, aiming at the closest tie fighters.

Short range communication

This is Orion actual to all fighters come home we repeat come home.

The Fighters about half way to intercept the tie fighters begin to turn around and hit the afterburners. Massive Combat landings are always fun.

(OOC: Let the games begin :) Also if I missed anything please let me know, I hope I accurately did a damage report, as my battlestar is now royally screwed)

The battlestar shimmered and glowed a dark blue, her hull contorting from the effects of the barrage. "Five energy signatures detected." Commscan shouted over the bridge. "Battlestar class." Silan chuckled and waved away the concern.

"Decoys." He said lightly, as he watched five streaking trails head away from the Battlestar. "Report?"

"Enemy shields preparing to buckle, massive hull damage." The forward shields of the Vanquish glowed a deep white from multiple kinetic impacts.

"Commscan, readjust shield flow and fortify the forward shields, deactivate the rear emitters. Open fire with turbolasers and prepare a second volley, I want the ship completely disabled." Nods followed the captains orders.

Silan moved closer the viewports, hands clasped tightly behind his back, his eyes glaring into the distance catching another Star Destroyer on an intercept course. "Sir, we have the Incursion moving to assist." A flurry of green turbolasers erupted from her bow, enemy shield collapse iminent."

"Order captain Maelos to prepare his Storm Troopers for boarding, and recall what remaining fighters we have." He almost winced at the holographic display, detailing the heavy losses thanks to the flak wall.

"Targetting engines." Tactical delcared shortly before another flurry of fire lashed out towards the battlestar.

OOC:It's up to you if you jump or what before we fire again. I enjoyed the Trekky comment lol!

The dark volatile atmosphere of Hyperspace was now almost a blinding angelic light as the Abh fleet streaked through Third Space heading for the rallying point with Coredian vessels. A beacon system for this step in dimensional travel was still relatively primitive for the Abh. They were strictly limited to their home territory and a few close allies, but it was still growing as time passed. Almost the entire reaches of the Empire were now linked with this system. For a jump into Coredian space, a plotted path had to be planned out before they could continue forward.

Luckily, the data was not all that time consuming and the data crystal quickly crunched the coordinates and time delay. Now they were ready to go. Unlike the typical swirling vortex of a hyperspace gate, a wave rippled through the fabric of normal space signifying the beginnings of a dimensional hole opening. Ripples intensified until it finally climaxed with the veil popping open and shedding white light around the area. The small Abh fleet slowly made its way out into the sector where Coredian ships were gathering.

Cufadiss sighed as they were finally out. Unlike his commanding officer, he had not been all that comfortable with this plan of travel. "Allied ships detected at fifty kedjros. Establishing communication links with the rest of our fleet, complete. All ships have safely made it through to normal space."

"Thank you Chief. Send a communications to the Coredian ships in the area."

"Yes ma'am."

Spoor sighed before she looked up to deliver her message. "This is Star Forces 2nd fleet of the Abh Empire to allied ships. Please acknolwedge."

Spoor sighed before she looked up to deliver her message. "This is Star Forces 2nd fleet of the Abh Empire to allied ships. Please acknolwedge."
"This is Admiral Achilles of the Ankylosaur, acknowledging the Abh Star Forces. Welcome to the Coredian Wormhole. We're just waiting for orders from the Emperor." The Admiral replied.

The battlestar shimmered and glowed a dark blue, her hull contorting from the effects of the barrage. "Five energy signatures detected." Commscan shouted over the bridge. "Battlestar class." Silan chuckled and waved away the concern.

"Decoys." He said lightly, as he watched five streaking trails head away from the Battlestar. "Report?"

"Enemy shields preparing to buckle, massive hull damage." The forward shields of the Vanquish glowed a deep white from multiple kinetic impacts.

"Commscan, readjust shield flow and fortify the forward shields, deactivate the rear emitters. Open fire with turbolasers and prepare a second volley, I want the ship completely disabled." Nods followed the captains orders.

Silan moved closer the viewports, hands clasped tightly behind his back, his eyes glaring into the distance catching another Star Destroyer on an intercept course. "Sir, we have the Incursion moving to assist." A flurry of green turbolasers erupted from her bow, enemy shield collapse iminent."

"Order captain Maelos to prepare his Storm Troopers for boarding, and recall what remaining fighters we have." He almost winced at the holographic display, detailing the heavy losses thanks to the flak wall.

"Targetting engines." Tactical delcared shortly before another flurry of fire lashed out towards the battlestar.

OOC:It's up to you if you jump or what before we fire again. I enjoyed the Trekky comment lol!

Lt. Falker shouts, "FTL is not working sir engines are still spun up, but the drive will not engage.

Commander Dala lowers her pistol, and picks up the com to the engineering deck, get that FTL up and running now.

Major Jackson, the chief engineerpicks up the com, "I would love to sir, but we do not know what is wrong. By all of the readings we should be gone.

Commander Dala responds, "I do not give a damn, just get it fixed.

Colonel Klimens says, prepare to overload the jump drive.

Commander Dala replies, "What, then it will take an hour to respin the drive."

Colonel Kilmens responds, our holocloak system is still operational. Lt. Falker prepare the computer to at the moment of overload to engage the holocloak to look like the backdrop of space.

Commander Dala smiles, "I knew there was a good reason to keep you around Colonel." Get it done, and tell the solar flare to do the same.

Lt. Forrest responds, "All birds are accounted for sir."

Commander Dala smiles cease fire and engage.

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The Battlestar Orion creates a quick pulse of light. As the ship vanishes into the darkness, the ship appears to have jumped. There is no sign of the ship anywhere, no signals. The ship simply is not there.

The Gunstar Solar Flare continues it's barrage on the ISD. It begins to spin up it's FTL as the Vipers begin to land on her deck. Moments later it would appear it will jump as well.

Vanden:


Rend bit his tongue. He hated playing such a fruitless game with the xeno scum that stood before him. Although he looked human, the Consular guessed it was a mere disguise to his pure energy form. Soon, Rend Thought, he would make the xeno pay for his disrespect, but now was the time to gather information.

"We see that you are experiancing possible problems in other parts of your empire. We simply wish to know what the situation is, and what parties are involved, so we can save time and power from a false alarm that could better be used elsewhere."

The Consular sat down again, and smiled. "I hope everything is okay on the home front?"
For being someone that was supposed to be interacting with other nations, the Consular was poorly trained. Hal’Dern could hear his surface thoughts without even trying from across the room. The weasel was almost yelling them he was putting so much emotion into their formation, it was akin to shouting. He ignored the xeno remark, making note of it for further consideration.

“Well, if you really want to know, take a look at this display.”

Hal’Dern manipulated the display so it rotated to face Rend. He activated the link through the Space Minus Transmitter to show the current state of the Asfaltum system, minus any trace of the strike force. That was being edited out at the source. The display showed the forces of the GE attacking the system. The display labeled the various known ships and color coded them according to nation of origin.

“This is a real time display of events currently happening on the other side of the galaxy. The GE is making a push into the Milky Way and these planets are the first victims. We have heard rumor of one or two other invasions but we do not have any proof of them.”

“We are currently concentrating on this system because it is about 10 light years from Kala-Keihm, a colony system, thus only 4 light years from our borders. Since The Executor is there, it is clear Palpatine is also present, along with his warlord. You can see their ships striking from below the planet.”

“The refugees from one of the planets have been evacuated but the other has not tried to evacuate anyone so far. We are not sure what is going on with Asfaltum. We have heard they tried to surrender conditionally, but Palpatine wanted an unconditional surrender and pushed the battle forward.”




The Much Ado About Nothing:


The hatch of the Much Ado About Nothing opened, allowing the Balroggan to enter. Of course, the small Marine contiguent and the masked ANBU guards gave them ugly looks (being that they are supposed to be official enemies), but my orders were as clear as glass: Escort him to the briefing room of the ship and do no harm. Or else.

They escorted the Captain to the briefing room, where me, my former apprentice and a orange-clad, whiskered young man (Naruto) who transferred from the Coredia sat at the table, amidst beautifully crafted realtime holographic representations of the area. Sensor data at its best.

"Welcome to the Much Ado About Nothing, my friend. Do you want anything or do you wish to dive straight into the purpose of the meeting?" I asked kindly.


“Let’s get the important business out of the way. Time is of the essence.”

Captain Hya’Meer set a case down on the table he was carrying. He opened it and took out a device. Setting the box on the table next to the case he pulled out an cable attachment and turned to face his host.

“I have been instructed to rendezvous with your fleet and assist you my allowing you access to our sensor data. This interface will allow us to relay the data to your ship as long as we are within a few light seconds. Beyond that, the signal delay will cause the data to become seconds old. All you have to do is attach the powered cable to the box and hook it up into a holographic projector, if you wanted to run it independent of your own systems fore safety. You would have to manually transfer any coordinates since it would not be linked you your targeting computers.”

“We understand you are suspicious of us because of the past we have had but in this case, we need to put that behind us and work together. We are willing and hope this will show our determination.”




OOC:

It will show the sensor data of the Asfaltum system MINUS the strike team. Outside those ships, only the Admiral and the Emperor knows of them and that data is censored out automatically. The data is also modified to allow normal equipment to display the date, assuming you don’t have dimensional technology.

"This is Admiral Achilles of the Ankylosaur, acknowledging the Abh Star Forces. Welcome to the Coredian Wormhole. We're just waiting for orders from the Emperor." The Admiral replied.

"Greetings Admiral Achilles, this is Admiral Spoor. For the moment we will maintain our position here to conserve energy and run a few final checks on all of our systems. We'll be ready to leave as soon as you receive your orders."

Cutting off the transmission, Spoor informed the crew that they may stand down from their stations and get some rest before heading off into battle. It would likely be the only rest they would receive for some time.

Vanden:

For being someone that was supposed to be interacting with other nations, the Consular was poorly trained. Hal’Dern could hear his surface thoughts without even trying from across the room. The weasel was almost yelling them he was putting so much emotion into their formation, it was akin to shouting. He ignored the xeno remark, making note of it for further consideration.

“Well, if you really want to know, take a look at this display.”

Hal’Dern manipulated the display so it rotated to face Rend. He activated the link through the Space Minus Transmitter to show the current state of the Asfaltum system, minus any trace of the strike force. That was being edited out at the source. The display showed the forces of the GE attacking the system. The display labeled the various known ships and color coded them according to nation of origin.

“This is a real time display of events currently happening on the other side of the galaxy. The GE is making a push into the Milky Way and these planets are the first victims. We have heard rumor of one or two other invasions but we do not have any proof of them.”

“We are currently concentrating on this system because it is about 10 light years from Kala-Keihm, a colony system, thus only 4 light years from our borders. Since The Executor is there, it is clear Palpatine is also present, along with his warlord. You can see their ships striking from below the planet.”

“The refugees from one of the planets have been evacuated but the other has not tried to evacuate anyone so far. We are not sure what is going on with Asfaltum. We have heard they tried to surrender conditionally, but Palpatine wanted an unconditional surrender and pushed the battle forward.”




The Much Ado About Nothing:

“Let’s get the important business out of the way. Time is of the essence.”

Captain Hya’Meer set a case down on the table he was carrying. He opened it and took out a device. Setting the box on the table next to the case he pulled out an cable attachment and turned to face his host.

“I have been instructed to rendezvous with your fleet and assist you my allowing you access to our sensor data. This interface will allow us to relay the data to your ship as long as we are within a few light seconds. Beyond that, the signal delay will cause the data to become seconds old. All you have to do is attach the powered cable to the box and hook it up into a holographic projector, if you wanted to run it independent of your own systems fore safety. You would have to manually transfer any coordinates since it would not be linked you your targeting computers.”

“We understand you are suspicious of us because of the past we have had but in this case, we need to put that behind us and work together. We are willing and hope this will show our determination.”
I nodded. "I see. I find it ironic to have this complicated situation with you and our allies. Still, the Empire has forced our hands and so we must help each other out."

I hooked up the sensor data to the holographs, revealing the Asfaltum system and all the enemies within it. I frowned as the biggest object I saw was the Executor, flagship of the Empire. "So, my suspicions are confirmed. The Emperor is personally attending to this thing. How interesting."

I also noted Hyperspatial Travel, Chronosia (big-ass target), Thrashia (another big fat target), Huntaer (I did the same there), Telros (I better double check my sources on this one), Wanderjar (although that one appears to be engaged heavily with another fleet), and even Fedral forces (better watch for them) as well as something called DVK Tannelorn (check sources here as well).

So, our fleet is outnumbered ten to one and possibly more. This is going to take some strategic planning. Going head-on is going to kill us. On the friendly side include Asfaltum, which looks formidable, although still tiny compared to the Empire, Communist Govts (A potential ally.), some nation called Phenixica, and some nation with a long name that has organic ships (keeping an eye on that one).

Yep. Still outnumbered a good deal.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose. Where's Shikamaru when you need him?

"The way I see it, Daniel, we'd have to start drawing off enemies in lots and chunks." Naruto said. "Hit and fade."

"Like using Kage Bunshin on the ground?" I asked wryly.

"Yeah." Naruto grinned. "We'll have to distract them and keep up that pressure, keep them off balance until we can discern the true intent of Palpatine's plot."

"You sense that too, eh?" I asked.

"Yeah. There's always a secondary component to Imperial assaults and this is no different." My best friend replied.

"Hmm." I looked back at the holomap, trying to figure out the best way to employ our plan...

OOC:

It will show the sensor data of the Asfaltum system MINUS the strike team. Outside those ships, only the Admiral and the Emperor knows of them and that data is censored out automatically. The data is also modified to allow normal equipment to display the date, assuming you don’t have dimensional technology.

OOC: Ok the name of my nation is Ganoxa or formally the Ganoxan Alliance. I only post on this name due to a mishap with jolt. So for now on refer to me as Ganoxa ok. Thank you.

Brivun felt the hairs stand on the back of his neck. It was Niat he had projected a mental image into his mind again. Brivun looked over to Ba'El. "He is here Ba'EL. His ship is insystem, in Balroggan space. He told me to ask you not to shoot at his ship. His broodship, an all organic vessel."

Ba’El felt one of the technicians contacting him through The Link. He allowed the communication to pass through and subdivided one of his minds.

Admiral, we are detecting the psychic projection again. It appears to be emanating from outside the system.

I want it traced immediately.

The Defense Network detected a vessel folding into Real Space and the projection appears to be eminating from within the ship.

Scan the vessel.

The ship appears to be mostly organic material with large deposits of metal incorporated in various structures. It has been confirmed to match those that fought the Wander jar fleet.

Keep passive scans on the vessel. Inform me immediately if there is anything detected.

Ba’El continued with his conversation as if there was nothing going on. Suddenly the Ganoxan admiral stopped talking and his attention seemed to be elsewhere.

"He is here Ba'EL. His ship is insystem, in Balroggan space. He told me to ask you not to shoot at his ship. His broodship, an all organic vessel."

“Yes, I already know about him and his ship’s presence. Please ask him to approach The Zeus so we can properly meet.”

Brivun looked over to the image of Niat behind him. "Please navigate your vessel towards the Zues. I would like to introduce you to our allies," Brivun said still finding it unnerving that Niat can do this from so far away projecting images into his mind.

Rend glanced at the monitor closely. All this hassles, all this time wasted for a meaningless attack by the Galactic Empire, Rend mused. However, he kept a long glance at the monitor. He had to be sure, he had to be complete.

He began to sigh a relief, seeing only the usual possy of the Sith, Thrashians, and the Huntaerians, all of Palpatines usually minions. The Consular was about to turn his gaze back upon the Govenor, when his heart sank to his feet.

His soul began to quiver, his blood leaving his face, only leaving a pale semblence of a proud man. He did not even bother keeping his mouth shut, as he gazed in horror at the monitor. The sight churned his stomach, the dark sigils barely visible on the sinister ships shown brightly to him, he understood what they were, and what they meant. He turned away in disgust, barely able to keep his bowels in check. The Arch-Enemy, Chaos incarnate, the Chronosians were on the warpath once again.

Standing up quickly, Rend swiftly made for the door to the office, and only barely stopped himself when he knew what he was doing. He turned around and nodded his head at the Govenor.

"G-Govenor. It was a pleasure meeting with you, I apologize for my earlier demeanor. Perhaps we can ammend for it one day." He nodded again, and turned on his heels, and rushed out the door. The Consular knew the Balroggan knew the problem, he had felt the thing constantly probing his mind, though he did not bother hiding his true feelings until now. All he knew is, he had to get out of that room as fast as he could, and he had to get to the fortress, and inform Flavius of the dire emergency.

Rend made his way to his lander at a dead sprint.

Hal’Dern could only chuckle as Rend left his office at a dead sprint.

He had tried to lessen the shock he knew the poor Consular would have experienced. He made sure he mentioned Chronosia’s name to give the man’s mind a taste of what he knew would happen to him. If he had just sprung Chron’s involvement on him without the foreshadowing, then he probably would have shat his drawers on the spot. He calmly reached over and activated the Comm system.

“Please clear Consular Rend’s ship for immediate departure. He will be leaving in a hurry.”

Niiat nodded and drifted away, back into his body. Aboard his broodship, he sent the thoughts to move the ship closer to the Zeus. Niiat walked towards the Expulsion Cavity, boarding a small Assualt Cyst. The orifice opened and he launched from the broodship nearing the Zeus.

<Permission to come aboard,> he spoke to the ship.

OOC: Waiting for Thrashia to respond to my attack...

The Admiral smiled bitterly. The Empires use of Interdictors had been predicted, but the first wave of missiles had hit home, doing just as much damage as Alistair had hoped for. The next wave consisted of large caliber Disruptor Cannons, Pulse Cannons, Ion Cannons, Quantom Pulse Cannons, and several types of torpedoes, including Transphasic Torpedoes. (Quantum Pulse Cannons fire plasma that is charged on the quantum level. As a result the energy creates fusion reactions when it comes into contact with matter. The intense explosion resulting from the trillions of quantum particles within the pulse can do heavy damage to an enemy ship, but the weapon itself is small enough to mount onto fighters... of course, I'm using large caliber versions. ...Transphasic Torpedoes create a phased energy bubble, allowing them to enter a target and deliver the payload from the inside. Not many ships can withstand a direct hit from this torpedo.)
The attacks that made it through the barrage of point-defense guns were ultimately taken care of by the ships dimensional shields, thus greatly diminishing the damage. That damage was then evenly spread on the rotating hulls.

The Admiral sat in his seat, intently watching every movement on the screen. "Sir, we are detecting a large mass of enemy fighter-craft heading our way..." He sighed. "Well, looks like it's time for that. Disengage the dimensional cloaking devices." "Aye, sir. cloaking devices disengaged." Alistair eyed the Executor, wondering what the Emperor was thinking, now that things were obviously not going as he had predicted, and now that a huge amount of Asfaltum fighter-craft appeared out of nowhere. Probably some poor officer would be beheaded... the Emperor was not known as a forgiving person.

Outside the ships protective hull, a massive wave of Imperial fighters raged towards them. An even more massive wave of Asfaltum fighters decloaked, attacking the enemy forces from the top, like hawks picking out their prey, taking it completely by surprise. Alistair looked at the screen, observing the mass of incoming Chronosian ships. "This is it, folks! Let's show these people they picked the wrong neighbourhood, knocked on the wrong bloody door! Brace for incoming! Power up those shields!"

OOC: OOC please allow me to nit pick for a moment. Wormholes and other dimmensional weapons you will find will be completely inoperable. The Empire works with two kinds of FTLi, gravity and dimensional. Currently you are effected by both. These barriers are preventing the Balroggans from entering the combat and you should find your weapons will be forced into real space having the effect as a normal torpedo.

The wormholes themselves shall not even open.....

Very few things phase the Chronosians, nor ever truly phase them. One cannot take immense battleships, brimming with close weapons systems and point defence, surprise with mere fighters. From the decks, countless fighters deployed, hundreds of them combat ready and howling with brutal and terrible war cants. Each was a battle-hardened warrior, each a veteran of countless campaigns, roaring with the preternatural fury of gargoyles. Swiftdeaths dove and spiralled amongst the enemy, Hell Talons and Hell Razors struck out against them even as the larger vessels focussed their munitions upon the enemy ships, immense ballistic bombardments and searing blasts of lance fire tearing towards the foe.

Area of effect weapons surged at the fighter swarm, vortex missiles to tearing screaming black-holes in reality, immense electromagnetic pulse bombs and complex nuclear ordinance, all thrown against the stinking low-Enemy. These were prey-races, filthy mewling beings, not worthy foes like the Azahans or the Coredians, and the constant Chronosian broadcasts drove this point home. Khornate warriors and pleasure-crazed Slaaneshi cultists howled in blood lust and battle-fury, screaming their devotion to the Ruinous Powers.

Battle-Captain Matthias snarled as he spun his fighter, a blast of las-cannon hot and hard in the vacuum. He let his voice rise above all others, bellowing his allegience. Runes etched in blood upon the exterior, and cut rawly into his own flesh, spoke of Khorne. The Blood God, the glory and the power, the Way of Blood. He lets the Words of Blood fill him, fuel him, his pronouncements howled out across the canvas of creation as he led the countless fighters into combat, screaming for the Imperial troops to aid him, even as he watched immense blasts rock the bare firmament. He felt pride burn within his soul...

He felt his hatred flow and well up, surging and pulsing...And now he loosed it against his enemy.

The ramp had not even touched the ground before the Consular jumped out into the grey stone, and dashed inside the fortress. Guards watched him in amusement, as they all knew the Consular wasn't what men would call 'courageous'.

Ignoring the biting cold inside the fortress, made his way through the maze of halls, stairwells, and grand cathedrals. He passed many robed figures, chanting lowly the litanies of faith to the Immortal God Emperor. As he rounded a corner, the panicking Rend slammed into the broad armored chest of his commander, Brother-Captain Flavius. Rend fell backwards, his shattered nose leaving a red smear on the Knight's grey ornate armor. With a blank, grand stare, Flavius looked down on the pitiful man he lay on the ground, blood running down his face.

"I assume you have a reason for sullying this grand fortress with your unworthy blood, messenger!" The voice boomed, the nearby walls vibrating from the captain's words.

Rend scrambled backwards until he found a wall, where he could haul himself up to standing. "My Lord! Its-Its the Chronosians!"

Staring at the pitifal man, Flavius took a step forward. "What of them." His voice seethed with an unimaginable scorn. "And you had better have a damn good reason to speak of them within these hallowed halls, lest the Emperor have mercy on your worthless soul."

The Consular pressed his back hard on the wall, fearing even a gentle swipe from the behemoth marine, knowing it would undo him. "They are on the War Path, sir! Already, the Sith and the Chronosians are assaulting a system, near one of the Balroggan colony worlds. Kala-Keihm, it is on the other side of the galaxy, M'Lord."

"Leave, Consular." Flavius Bellowed.

"M'Lord?" Questioned meekly, slightly cowering against the wall.

"I said, LEAVE. You will take the Strike Cruiser, and make your way to the Aphotic, and send them this news. The rest of the Ordo Malleus MUST be informed. Where is your conviction, MESSENGER?"

He shrieked and quickly began to make his way along the wall towards the nearest door.

With a sigh, the great marine turned and began to make his way to the communications lab, in order to inform the cruiser that a guest would be arriving.

Niiat nodded and drifted away, back into his body. Aboard his broodship, he sent the thoughts to move the ship closer to the Zeus. Niiat walked towards the Expulsion Cavity, boarding a small Assualt Cyst. The orifice opened and he launched from the broodship nearing the Zeus.

<Permission to come aboard,> he spoke to the ship.

Sorry, missed the post. My fault...


IC:


"This is The Zeus, you are cleared to land. Please follow your current vector and the Admiral will have an Honor Guard escort you to the meeting. He will wait for your arrival before continuing."

After the pod landed and Niiat emerged, the two officers escorted him to the conference room where the others were.

Sorry, missed the post. My fault...


IC:


"This is The Zeus, you are cleared to land. Please follow your current vector and the Admiral will have an Honor Guard escort you to the meeting. He will wait for your arrival before continuing."

After the pod landed and Niiat emerged, the two officers escorted him to the conference room where the others were.

OOC No worries.

IC

The Assualt Cyst landed inside of the massive ship. Along the sides, pores opened and began expelling stale air from the inside of the spore. A large orifice opened from the side as a reddish haze drifted from the inside. A dark, horrific figure stepped from the inside and onto the hangar. His large pair of wings covered his front like a cloak. Twelve tendrils dragged along from his back on the floor, limp yet very strong and fully functional. His face was the most unnerving, having two pairs of vertical mandibles on opposite sides of his main jaws. A third pair of jaws was horizontally placed along his mouth, similar to ant jaws. In total, eight jaws were counted on his grotesque face. Four eyes stared intently at the honour guard presented to him.

Niiat was quiet as he followed the men down the cold corridors of the Zeus. He was uncomfortable in this vessel of steel and energy. Too cold, too bland, too... inorganic. Still, these people were his best chance at renewing his race's former power.

Niiat stepped into the large room. Awaiting him was Admiral Brivun and a new human. More than likely the leader of this vessel, he thought to himself. His neural synapses were still regenerating and Niiat had to refrain from using his abilities for a bit. His mouth began to move.

"Gentlemen, it is a pleasure to meet you all," Niiat spoke in a clear, polite, almost British accent. "Sadly, pleasantries must be set aside as we are in a period were time is of the essence. I believe you are all familiar with my situation as my army is growing on an undisclosed planet and possibly others."

Niiat paused for a moment, not used to having to breathe from his mouth. His eyes closed as he began a quick manipulation of his genetic structure. Along his skin, small respiratory pores opened to allow his to breathe through his skin.

"Much better," as his eyes opened. He looked back at the two men and asked, "Now what is the situation in terms of a defensive and/or counter measure against the enemy?"

"Admiral... Change in plans. We need to come out of hiding and attack the Asfaltum ships which the Imperials, Thrashians, and Chronosians are assaulting. We are to send a small force from our larger fleet, and aid in the assault."

Heromath nodded, "very well. Send in the Old Faithful. I think Grand Admiral Berg and Fleet Admiral Melindal will be good for this mission."

"Order's have been sent sir."

Moments later, the fleet known as Old Faithful emerged from the cloaked sphere, and headed towards the occurring battle with the H.S.S. Emperor's Heart and the H.S.S. Gladiator in the lead. "Attention Imperial Fleet, this is Grand Admiral Berg of the Huntarian Empire. We're coming in to assist your assault. Berg out."

OOC:

[i]Old Faithful's stats:[/i
Command Ship: H.S.S. Emperor's Heart
Fleet Carrier: H.S.S. Gladiator
Commanding Officers: Grand Admiral Berg, Fleet Admiral Melindal

50 Eradicator Class TSDs
200 Necrosis Class TSDs
100 Armada Class Battleships
100 Armageddon Class Cruisers
48 Tenebrous Class TSDs
5 Shield Class Stations
10 Torpedo Platforms
20 Axial Cannon Platforms

ooc: seeing as I have little RL time to make a reply, I have conceded to US to handle my task force for the time being. Sry.

OOC No worries.

IC

The Assualt Cyst landed inside of the massive ship. Along the sides, pores opened and began expelling stale air from the inside of the spore. A large orifice opened from the side as a reddish haze drifted from the inside. A dark, horrific figure stepped from the inside and onto the hangar. His large pair of wings covered his front like a cloak. Twelve tendrils dragged along from his back on the floor, limp yet very strong and fully functional. His face was the most unnerving, having two pairs of vertical mandibles on opposite sides of his main jaws. A third pair of jaws was horizontally placed along his mouth, similar to ant jaws. In total, eight jaws were counted on his grotesque face. Four eyes stared intently at the honour guard presented to him.

Niiat was quiet as he followed the men down the cold corridors of the Zeus. He was uncomfortable in this vessel of steel and energy. Too cold, too bland, too... inorganic. Still, these people were his best chance at renewing his race's former power.

Niiat stepped into the large room. Awaiting him was Admiral Brivun and a new human. More than likely the leader of this vessel, he thought to himself. His neural synapses were still regenerating and Niiat had to refrain from using his abilities for a bit. His mouth began to move.

"Gentlemen, it is a pleasure to meet you all," Niiat spoke in a clear, polite, almost British accent. "Sadly, pleasantries must be set aside as we are in a period were time is of the essence. I believe you are all familiar with my situation as my army is growing on an undisclosed planet and possibly others."

Niiat paused for a moment, not used to having to breathe from his mouth. His eyes closed as he began a quick manipulation of his genetic structure. Along his skin, small respiratory pores opened to allow his to breathe through his skin.

"Much better," as his eyes opened. He looked back at the two men and asked, "Now what is the situation in terms of a defensive and/or counter measure against the enemy?"

Admiral Ba’El waited for his Ganoxan counterpart to speak, when nothing happened, he took the initiative.

“Well, I know very little of the Ganoxan offensive or defensive plans, it would be up to the admiral to explain them. Our forces have been used to secure this location and to ensure the transfer position was safe for his civilians. We also have had contact with Coreworlds but don’t know their plans.”

Ba’El looked to his Ganoxan counterpart to finish.

OOC: Balrogga, check TGs.

"I'm sorry I was attending business elsewhere. Our scouts have gone ahead through the wormhole to secure a remote location in a system near Earth. It fits all our criteria and they are scanning the world for cartography uses. Right now we plan to send our citizens here and rebuild our factories and set up temporary homes to rebuild our fleet and armies. Soon when we are able to come back with a new fleet we will begin the siege of Ganoxa. So far they haven't gotten into range of our MACs and other orbital weapons and General Grenzer has heavily entrenched his forces on the surfaces. This is our plan so far," Brivun said.

Niiat nodded and spoke, "What of the situation with the battle for Asfautum? Can we just warp into the battlefield?"

OOC More will be added later,im a tad busy.

~ Imperial Reserve Line ~

"Ode to all sons of Coruscant!"

"Ode to all!" The Legions shout with joy.

"Let us crash upon the enemy without pity or mercy!"

"Ode to all!"

"Let us burn their world, and crush it in our gauntlet!"

"Ode to all!"

"Let them see our face, and know it as death!"

"Ode to all!"

"Let us look down on all who come before us!"

"Ode to all!"

"Let us light the night sky with flame and hell."

"Ode to all!"

"For the Empire and Emperor!"

"Ode to all."

"For glory." The captain whispers at the end. Pausing, he surveys his men, all standing in ranks, amassed and stretching as far as the eye can see. He laughs, all hears his manic insanity, all fear it, and, love him for it.

"Rejoice my brothers." He shouts to all. "For tonight we fight! Do not fear what lies beyond, for I am told their world holds mere trinkets and toys, defences that even a Bothan could overcome." Laughter fills the hall. "They hold nothing worthy as you my brothers, I am told that their warriors are children, too small to see even your boots!

But, unlike us. They are free men, and will fight hard for their foolish ways. They do not know the joys of service, of war, of glorious combat for the Emperor. Make no mistake, they will fight hard, to the death, they have belief in a cause, and what do we have my brothers, my sons? We have guns! What can their cause do against our tanks and bombs, will they combat you with words when your blaster stares them in the face. Yes, I say they will fight hard, but they will also die fast!

Throw down your gauntlet STORMTROOPERS OF THE EMPIRE, THROW DOWN YOUR LIFE, DIE WELL, FIGHT HARD, AND BURN THIS REBELLION, KILL ALL THAT LIES IN YOUR PATH, for the emperor would have it no other way. I WOULD HAVE IT NO OTHER WAY! Do not lead me to shame my brothers before the Chronosians, let us not shame ourselves as the Navy has in battle. We are soldiers, we are the empire, if you fail here, now, me, the emperor, then a million worlds will fall into chaos and destruction. Fight and die sons of Coruscant, let the wretches kneel before you, let them see our might, let it be the last they see before the torment of death!" The room stays silent as the commander stares down each and every man, his eyes pierce their ranked helmets and armour, he growls at their soul, he gnaws on their hearts and pierces their will. "TO YOUR PODS YOU WORTHLESS PIECES OF SHIT, THE LAST MAN TO DISEMBARK FROM EACH ONE WILL BE PUSHED TO THE FRONT LINE! OFFICERS, BREAK RANKS!"

Legions marched, one by one, foot be foot to their chariots, silence crushed the ears of any man, great drums of war were beaten, the rhythm echoing throughout the fleet. Great walkers and machines followed, their own mechanised symphony adding to the melody of war. Commander Dramini turned from the host of hosts to his command staff and generals. "Commander Dramini, is it wise to remind the troops of slavery, just before battle?" A hard nosed Imperial Moff asked, ruffled and red with anger.

Dramini grasped his helmet with one hand and stared him down. "They are slaves to honour, politician, if they fight as slaves, how much more shall they struggle if we free them? Mxilius, my gauntlets." The commander bellowed. "Where is our drop location?" His heavy feet and armour boomed through the hall, as though he were a hundred men.

"Here Dramini, we land on this continent, heavily urbanised, guarded by their armed forces, home to their government."

"Politicians, as if they are a match for our woman, let alone our soldiers." Maxilius laughed and clasped his helmet.

"Let us hope brother, that they have more than scribes and librarians down there."

"I am sure they do Maxilius, it will be glorious!" Dramini shouted so all could hear. Pulling on his gauntlets, resting his helmet upon his head, he savoured the scent of sweat that filled his nostrils, it was the smell of valour, courage, war and death.

"You first Dramini." Maxilius chuckled as he waited for his comrade to ascend the boarding ramp.

"I cannot my friend, my manners forbid me, it is custom for women to go first." Dramini bellowed with laughter as both he and Maxilius ascended together, clad in the Imperial red of the emperors sovereign protectors.


OOC: More to come in about three hours.

Niiat nodded and spoke, "What of the situation with the battle for Asfautum? Can we just warp into the battlefield?"

OOC More will be added later,im a tad busy.

Ba'El looked over at Niiat. He noticed there was absolutely no revulsion to his appearance in the Admiral's eyes. It was something to be noted for later but business was first.

"Unfortunately they have multiple inhibitor fields in operation. The Emperor's fleet has their oun surrounding eacn major ship and the Hunteer fleet has a system wide one set up. There is at least one or two more in operation but we are unsure of their origin. It could be Thrashia, Asfaltum, or even both. If there were not so many layers of FTLi, we could just power our way through. Of course, that would alert them and ruin any chance of catching them by suprise."

OOC: Chron, my fighters weren't attacking your ships, but the fighters RPd by Unified in post #149...

IC:
The battle was fierce, now that Chronosian fighters had entered the battle. Although the Chronosians had success at first, downing quite a few Asfaltum fighters, they were soon recieving some of their own medicine. They were fierce, bloodthirsty, and furious. Thus, they were predictable. Asfaltum pilots had little problems anticipating them, and, they quite often destroyed several enemies at the same time, flying towards each other at collision course and pulling up in the last moment, causing the unprepared enemies who were chasing them to collide with each other in spectacular balls of flames.

Aboard his Dreadnought, the Admiral walked back and forth across the command bridge. The battle was actually going slightly better than he had expected, or, less bad to be more precise. The Asfaltum ships shook off the Turbo-laser fire like a dog shakes off flees, their advanced shields and highly advanced replication armors taking most damage without even shuddering. Although, now that Huntarian forces were detected nearing the battle, the Admiral grew impatient. They would not be able to hold on for long without aid... maybe days, at best. Asfaltum sensors had pin-pointed the source of the FTLi, and were preparing a daring assault to take it out. But, Alistair wanted to know if it was worth it, so, he sent a short message to the Balroggans:
Heavy fighting outside homeworld. Require aid. We plan to deactivate enemy FTLi, but only if reenforcements are ready to jump in. What is your status?

Ba'El looked over at Niiat. He noticed there was absolutely no revulsion to his appearance in the Admiral's eyes. It was something to be noted for later but business was first.

"Unfortunately they have multiple inhibitor fields in operation. The Emperor's fleet has their oun surrounding eacn major ship and the Hunteer fleet has a system wide one set up. There is at least one or two more in operation but we are unsure of their origin. It could be Thrashia, Asfaltum, or even both. If there were not so many layers of FTLi, we could just power our way through. Of course, that would alert them and ruin any chance of catching them by suprise."

Niiat thought quietly to himself, then spoke, "I may have a solution to this problem."

It had been two weeks and already 33% of the planet belonged to the Kraeton. Ballistas and Asesinos alike were stampeding across the dying forests of the world, hunting down life one by one. Volucari, flying daemons spawned from the Gestation Magens that now littered most of the continent. They picked off rampaging stampedes of animals and tore them apart. The Kraetons were spreading and horriffically fast too.

OOC: Alright it is all your Balrogga/Ganoxa

OOC: Under the impression Asfaltum is about to surrender. Liberties are being taken, if there is a problem, let me know in the OOC thread.

Tarkin surveyed the holographic transmission with enthusiasm. The enemy were being vanquished, his force was proving superior, and now, with the Chronosians entering the fray, their fleet was subsuming the rebels one by one, ship by ship. "Commodore, tactical status?" The Grand Moff asked aloofly.

"We have several Star Destroyers in serious needs of repairs, they're proceeding towards the Huntarian field dock now, many more destroyed, though, not as much as first anticipated. Enemy numbers were lower."

"Yes, I would have thought the rebellion would have sent some aide, they tend to poke their nose in most of our ventures these days."

Commodore Netter nodded and paced towards the commscan console. "Enemy formations are buckling Admiral, the Chronosians are breaking through.

"And the Thrashians?"

Netter chewed slightly, then read off the tactical display. "Admiral Daalas initial attack has been pushed back, though she reports preparations to advance a second time; she is dispatching her reserve forces to insure victory."

"Excellent." Tarkin glanced at the holotable checking all was accurate. "And the emperor?"

"No word yet." The bridge was filled with a silence as an incoming communication echoed in the Admirals mind. "It's the enemy sir, they wish to surrender."

OOC: Just ignore this little side bit. Except for CW. You have to pay attention to me! ^_^

IC:

The Abh fleet continued to sit and wait next to its Coredian allies well much of the personnel on board the ships chose to take a break from their duties. Some took the opportunity to catch a little sleep while others moved down to recreaction rooms. For now, it was a time to catch up on each other's lives and share their latest news. Unfortunatly for them, the bar was off limits since they had to be ready to jump at any moment.

While everyone carried on with their lives, Doron moved about the bridge of his Whitestar to gather up a few things. He had some matters to attend to while there was still time. There was no doubt that he would incur the wrath of Spoor for this but it was necessary. He had every confidence in one of the Rangers taking control of the Whitestar fleet. "Marcus, I want you to take the helm while I am away. Oh, and do try to keep a low profile so Admiral Spoor does not suspect anything."

Marcus stroked the black hairs around his chin. "Are you sure about this? I really don't want to get caught on the wrong side of an anti-proton cannon when she goes nuclear."

The Abriel smiled as he gathered up the rest of what he needed and headed for the door. "Don't worry, it'll be my head she'll come looking for. Besides, you are more than capable of leading the squadron." With that Doron passed through the pressurized door and headed for the shuttle bay.

Marcus took the captain's chair and muttered, "Yeah but she'll kill me just for spite."


Outside one of the Whitestars, a shuttle departed from the belly and made its way over to the Much Ado and waited. "This is First Prince Abriel Doron to Coredian vessel requesting permission to dock and come aboard."

Admiral McLean was not feeling good. He had recieved orders from headquarters to surrender to the enemy, and stop firing. He had just been planning a retreat of the Asfaltum forces to the upper atmosphere, hoping that his forces could muster enough strength for a last stand, aided by the heavily armed Defense Platforms, Advanced Defense Platforms, Space stations and Shipyards that were located near the planet. But, it seemed that HQ had had enough... either that, or they had some other plan, although that was most unlikely. There were strange reports coming from unofficial sources, that told about the government being deposed of, the King, his Knights and Counselours being on the run, worrying reports, things which are the last thing you want to hear when fighting an enemy five times your size. "Order all fighter-craft to withdraw from the fight." Alistair barked at the comms officer. "And open a channel to the Imperials!"
We have been ordered to surrender. Cease to fire at us and we will stop firing at you.
The Admiral also ordered all heavy gunturrets to stop firing at enemy forces, Asfaltum ships were ordered to only fire if fired upon, thus the Imperials would notice a decline in Asfaltum firepower.

In the meantime, another message was being sent to the Empire, from the Asfaltum homeplanet. The hologram tranciever crackled to life, and whoever was watching the message could see a tall and thin man in dark robes, valuable rings on his fingers, slightly hunched. When the transmission started he straightened up, displaying his full length. Greetings! It is with great pleasure that I am sending this message to the Imperial forces and unrelenting servants of the Emperor. The situation of war that we are in right now is a big missunderstanding, the fault being on our side. For a long time, the King and his garde have controlled Asfaltum for their every wish and whim, thus they failed to see the potential of joining the Empire and pushed their choices on the more powerfull members of government who disagreed with them, manipulating the public opinion in their favour. This has come to an end now, as certain individuals of status in our society, including myself, have decided to take action and stop this oppression which is not leading to any good for our people. We have taken controll of all governmental positions, and welcome any help and reenforcements you may be willing to send us, as the situation is still unsecure and there have been sporadic attacks by the forces which have not joined us. We have sent you coordinates for appropriate landing places in our homeworlds capital, where we are located. We have ordered our fleet in orbit to cease fire, and we hope that this situation may still be saved, for the benefit of both sides.

At this moment, the background sound was shattered by an explosion and what seemed to be a firefight. The tall man got a puzzled expression on his face, and then he abruptly stepped out of the hologram trancievers' range. The transmission did not end however, and a few seconds later an Asfaltum trooper stepped into the picture, pointing his assault rifle in the direction the tall man had left. He fired off several volleys and a grenade; "Kill the bastards!! Ahhhh!" Continous fire could be heard in the background as the trooper vanished from the picture. Then, another trooper appeared for a short time, running in the opposite direction, his dark voice bellowing; "Retreat! Retreat!" A droideka with shield generator entered the picture next, firing in the direction of the retreating trooper, then the transmission crackled and abruptly ended.

What in reality was going on, was this: a group of politicians together with a large group of business men had conspired against the king. They seized the chance of war, and activated an entire legion of battle droids to be put under their command. In a surprise attack, they took over the government palace and created a security perimiter around it. Most government officials could escape in time, although some were reported not to have made it, and were supposedly being held prisoners. This was in fact the only reason why the entire palace had not been yet destroyed by a tactical nuke. In this state of confusion however, the conspirators failed to take command of the army, thus, most of the Asfaltum ground forces were still under the command of the King, including those protecting the capital from an eventual invasion...

On Picion at the Ministry of Defense: 3 hours ago.

Three Admirals sat at a long wooden table. The room was completely white, with only a few lamps on the table. The papers were scattered across the table with almost no rhyme or reason.

A few hours earlier a Mark II raptor from the Battlestar Orion appeared into orbit, bringing the Admiralty the first hand reports of an Imperial invasion of the system known as Asfaltum. The admiralty although curious about the system, had little interest in this culture, or society. They were not friends of the colonies, nor did the colonies have any interest in that system, other than standard recon. Now things have changed.

Two Colonial ships, one an battlestar, the other a gunstar, had gone missing in the recent hours. All means of communication had failed, and what the admiralty feared, was becoming a reality in their mind. The empire had destroyed the two ships. Although they lacked proof, this was the only conclusion to make at the moment.

Commander Hallen walked into the office, and salutes the three Admirals.

Admiral Yokoto, puts down his stack of papers, and looks at the young commander, “At ease Commander, was your visit profitable?”

Commander Hallen, still standing replies, “Yes sir, the Coredians were most helpful. They have reports of the Empire attacking the lone system of Asfaltum, which by our piss poor luck, our ships just happened to be scanning. They emply some sort of FTLi, which blocks all FTL travel.

Admiral Nachilis, interrupted the commander. “Do they have any sort of countermeasures for it?”

Commander Hallen replied, “If they do sir, they were not willing to share that bit of information. I was able to procure a design spec for the gravity version of their FTLi inhibitor. It’s primary use is to disable hyperspace and warp drive style FTLi’s. The Coredians also stated that the Empire uses one that stops space folds, but since their engines as of yet do not utilizre such technology, they have had little interest in gaining it’s design specs.” Commander Hallen placed the book that the Hokage gave her in front of the admirals.

Admiral Hanson spoke up, “So it is possible that our ships may be alive, just unable to reach us.”

Commander Hallen responded, “Yes sir it is possible, however unlikely, due to the fact that the system is crawling with unfriendly ships. They may have gone into hiding, if they found out they could not jump, or they might have been discovered and destroyed. Either way it is impossible for us to tell with any certainty. “

"How ever sir,' she responded, 'the Coredians are amassing a fleet with their allies in the Balrooga system, for a counter attack on the Empire. According to their Hokage, they are amassing here. *A holographic interface appears, of the system, according to the Coredian star charts. She points her finger at the spot in which they are supposed to be at.”

Admiral Yokoto responded, “How old is this information?”

Commander Hallen responded, “No more than an hour, but it could be more, depending on how well the Coredians keep their data up to date.”

Admiral Yokoto, “Commander Hallen, You are to report to the Battlestar Hera, and prepare a coordinated effort to reach our ships, or to discover their fate.”

Commander Hallen responded, “Sir what about the Empire and their allies.”

The Admirals looked at each other, then turned to face the commander. “Until otherwise stated by the Quorium, or the president, you are to defend yourself however you see fit. Get BSG 12 to accompany you.”

Commander Hallen, saluted, and turned around, but hesitated for a second. She turns back around, Sirs, she states, “There is one more thing. The Coredians stated, that the Chronosians will betray their word. They will lie and manipulate us until they subvert us or destroy us. They also stated that it is a choice between doing ‘what is right or easy’.

Admiral Hanson replied, “We figured as much, but right to whom? Thank you commander you are dismissed.”

Commander Hallen saluted, and walked out the door.

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3 Hours later.

A fleet of nine Mercury class battlestars, two Ares class battlestars, and the Battlestar Hera, gathered near the Ragnor space station, for last minute refuel and to stock up on more ammunition. After the neccessary prepartaions were complete the fleet began to set out to their destination the Balrogga system. Condition two was set throughout the fleet. The crew was on edge, what would they find on the other side of the jump, more friends, or more enemies. Only time will tell.

The twelve battlestars vanished in a quick flash of light, and reappeared on the border of the Balrooga system.

The Battlestar Hera was the newest ship in the fleet. She was the ultimate hybrid. She had the missile tubes, and hybrid computer of the cylons on board as well as 22 resurrection pods. But the Colonials still distrusted cylon technology, and as such designed manual cut offs from this new computer, which would cut her off from the ship completely and could be controlled by more conventional computers.

This organic computer would serve them if successful however, since she did not run off power, but instead was alive. The top of the ship had the long towers of the cylon basestar and held 400 raiders and 100 heavy raiders, but in the center instead of the axle, was a battlestar design, complete with heavy ship to ship cannons, flak cannons, and heavy armor.

It was easy to see why the ship was named after the first human/cylon hybrid child. The ship also contained five squadrons of mark II raptors, and eight squadrons of Mark VIII vipers, and two squadron of Blackbirds. The ship was immense.

A transmission is sent from the battlestar

This is the Battlestar Hera, leading the Colonial Fleet BSG 12. Two of our ships in the Asfaltum sector have not been heard from in several hours, and are believed to be missing, or destroyed by the Galactic Empire. We request permission to enter your space so that we may discuss the options.

Outside one of the Whitestars, a shuttle departed from the belly and made its way over to the Much Ado and waited. "This is First Prince Abriel Doron to Coredian vessel requesting permission to dock and come aboard."
"No need to ask, old friend. Come aboard." I grinned and pressed some buttons, opening the outer doors of the dorsal docking tube.

This is the Battlestar Hera, leading the Colonial Fleet BSG 12. Two of our ships in the Asfaltum sector have not been heard from in several hours, and are believed to be missing, or destroyed by the Galactic Empire. We request permission to enter your space so that we may discuss the options.
"Battlestar Hera, this is Elite Star Destroyer Ankylosaur, Third Fleet Command. Permission granted." Admiral Achilles replied.

"Battlestar Hera, this is Elite Star Destroyer Ankylosaur, Third Fleet Command. Permission granted." Admiral Achilles replied.

This is Hera Actual, we acknowledge Ankylosaur. We are proceeding to your coordinates.

Commander Hallen looks at the staff in the CIC. "Ok all ahead full, maintain Condition two."

The twelve massive battlestars fire up their sublight engines, and begin to move toward the fleet already assembled. Each battlestar is escorted by for mark VIII Vipers. As the fleet begins to approach the fleet of ships, another transmission is sent.

Audio only
To the Alien Fleets, the is the Battlestar Hera. We wish to meet with your leaders to discuss the current plans, and current situation in the Asfaltum system. Is there a place where we can meet face to face?

"No need to ask, old friend. Come aboard." I grinned and pressed some buttons, opening the outer doors of the dorsal docking tube.


The shuttle was easily guided straight into the docking bay of the ship where it only stayed long enough to allow Doron to disembark and then headed back towards the Whitestar from wence it came. Doron greeted those around him quickly before getting his barings towards where Daniel was at. His cloak danced behind him as he moved quickly through the ship until reaching the bridge.

Doron pulled back his cloak and let his long blue hair and pointed ears fall out. He was without his tiara so his froch stuck out on his forehead like a small grey jewel. Curtly bowing, he opened the folds of his cloak and took out a few items. "You'll have to forgive the abruptness but I was given a task should we cross paths. I have a letter here from my father. No doubt covering the basics about how he and mother are doing, their current status with the war, and the latest news on Katsumi."

After handing the envelope with the seal of Gaftonosh emblazened on it, Doron produced a piece of blasted metal from his cloak. "My father also wanted you to have this as a gift. He can't remember the last time you've been in the Empire's territory so this is a souvenir that dates back from the first time you visited."

Captain Hya’Meer watched the exchange from where he was sitting when the Abh Prince entered the meeting he and Daniel were having. The Holo-display of the system was still floating in the center of the room, partially obscuring his presence.

Apparently he never noticed the Imperial captain or the Infernal Frigate docked to the Coredian vessel. He must have approached from the other direction and the view of the 60-meter frigate was blocked by the bulk of Daniels ship.

He prepared himself for quite a reaction once Prince Abriel Doron turned around and noticed one of his current enemies sitting calmly and patiently behind him.



OOC:

I was never sure where exactly my frigate was meeting your ship. I assumed it was near your side of your wormhole instead of near my system because your post where you were gathing your fleet sounded like it was in your space instead of near mine. Your message to the Battlestars would only conflict with my apparently false assumptions.

I guess that old saying about “never assuming…” is true.

OOC:

I was never sure where exactly my frigate was meeting your ship. I assumed it was near your side of your wormhole instead of near my system because your post where you were gathing your fleet sounded like it was in your space instead of near mine. Your message to the Battlestars would only conflict with my apparently false assumptions.

I guess that old saying about “never assuming…” is true.
OOC: I am at the wormhole. It seems Orthodox made a little oopsie. Oh well. Orthodox, the fleet's at the Coredian Wormhole, not Balroggan space. We're all going to wait for the right time to make the jump and save the day.

IC:
As soon as Doron entered, I noticed the tension immediately rise with the Balroggan ambassador and thought it best to start smoothing things over in the meantime.

Meanwhile, the fleet plan is in place, calling for a classic divide-and-conquer style that will hopefully allow us to break up the Empire's fleets piecemeal. After all, there's a 10 to 1 disadvantage we have here and we can't face them down on equal terms, so we'll have to face them on our terms. I wonder if the others have any other ideas.

Epion Space Station

The few junior officers and crewmen of the Epion who walked the corridors of the station were taken by supreme surprise by the man that walked past them. Caught in mid-conversation they hurriedly dropped cigarettes and came to attention, heels clapping together.

The man passed them without even looking in their faces. His polish-black jack boots smacked with heavy authority on the metal floors of the corridor. His grey trousers had a red line going down them, a blood stripe. His uniform jerkin was the same grey with black-red piping, shadowed over by the leather great coat the hung from his shoulders. The peaked officer’s cap on his head, blonde hair peaking out form it, bore a silver skull. The markings of the general staff were pinned on his chest.

“Good evening sir!”

“Hello sir!”

Two other officers followed the man. Each were similarly dressed, a lieutenant colonel and a brigadier general. Lieutenant Colonel Talbert smirked to himself as he walked lock stepped with Brigadier-General Faremack. The two officers traded smug glances and smiled at one another.

The three officers strode over to a door guarded by two white-armored naval stormtroopers. They raised their blaster rifles in salute and did not question or stop the officers as they stepped through the door.

Inside was a strategic room. Maps and holographic boards depicted the continents and physical features of Asfaltum Prime. Aides and other minor officers were working over communications equipment and manipulating the maps. Standing at the center this organized maelstrom was a man in a black civilian-esque uniform. His skin was wrinkled like well kneaded leather. Dark beady eyes turned and looked at the new guests. The two junior officers snapped their heels. The lead officer simply nodded to the aged man.

“Moff Dordalion, it’s a pleasure to see you again. I find myself wishing the exchange of pleasantries could have been shortened,” the head officer said, removing his leather great coat. The moff gave a short laugh.

“Field Marshal Wittmann you do like your candor,” replied Moff Dordalion. Wittmann stepped up to the main command board. It was only then that he noticed the man wearing a fleet gray commandant’s uniform.

“Commandant Spear, I didn’t see you there.”

“Not to worry Field Marshal,” Spear said. His thin black mustache twitched as he spoke. “I’ve gotten use to army commanders forgetting to see anything other than what’s right in front of them.”

Wittmann smiled thinly. Then he glanced at the hologram before him. It was the designated landing zones of his new command, the 501st Clonetrooper Army. He looked up at Moff Dordalion who now stood next to him. “I am surprised commander,” Dordalion said, “at the new designation you’ve given your men.”

“Does it displease you?” asked Wittmann.

“No, it’s simply strange.” The moff walked over to Lt. Colonel Talbert and tapped the two silver lightning bolts that were attached to his black collar below his neck. “I’ve never seen any fighting unit with such a symbol. Where did you get it from?”

Wittmann smiled. “It’s an old one, dating back to Old Terra. I am told that it was used by the best fighting men in the world, these soldiers of Jermani. So, since I have been given by the Emperor to command the best fighting men in the galaxy, I shall honor them for it.”

Wittmann pressed a button and a colored hologram of a 501st trooper appeared. The armor was the classic white with blue stripes to show recognition of the legion. Emblazoned on the left breast of the man were to large silver lighting bolts, forming the letter ‘SS’. “Great isn’t it?”

“It’s certainly flashy,” commented Spear. Talbert looked sharply at the fleet officer.

“It is there to improve their fighting spirit,” said Wittmann, walking over to a large view port that made up the entire far wall. “It is so each of these soldiers knows they are the lighting power of the Imperial war machine.” Below Wittmann was one of hundreds of mustering halls. It was several miles in area, tall walls going up hundreds of meters.

Thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of clonetroopers formed up in formation. Officers called out orders and they marched, company by company, battalion by battalion, division by division onto great drop ships. Large groups of century tanks, and newer Panther Tanks, grouped with AT-STs and AT-PTs moved onto vehicle pods. The entire 501st Army, more than thirty million men, was preparing for the conquest of Asfaltum.

An aide walked over to Moff Dordalion and handed him a written report. Dordalion read it and then handed it over to Spear. Spear smirked and threw the paper away.

“It would seem that your glorious landing is not to take place Field Marshal. A message just came in reporting the surrender of the Asfaltum Fleet and its government,” said Spear, gloating in having delivered a message depriving the army officer of a chance at glory. Wittmann did not move but continued standing over the holo map. When he did turn he had a small smile on his face.

“I don’t recall Commandant Spear, ever being ordered to cease my assault on account of a government’s surrender.” Both the moff and the commandant gaped at the Field Marshal. “In fact this is when we will start our operations.” Wittmann turned to a lieutenant standing by.

“Order the Epion flight command to have the station jump into hyperspace ahead of schedule. All dropships are to be prepared for immediate launch.”

“Yes sir Field Marshal,” replied the officer.

“You can’t commandeer my ship!” shouted Spear. Through the room’s door stepped a platoon of 501st clonetroopers. They leveled their rifles at Spear. Wittmann and his two officers stood to the side.

“Actually, Commandant Spears, I can. Under article 5, sub section 49 of the Acts of War written by the Emperor himself, I have the power to assume command of this station, should its acting commander not be able to carry out its order of battle. Since you are clearly not able to carry out a simple order, I shall take command,” said Wittmann.

The communications officer looked up from his station. “Sir, we’re going into hyperspace right now.”

“Excellent.”

The Epion station spent 20 minutes prepping it large reactors and heavy engines. Upon a given command it jumped into hyperspace, heading towards the Asfaltum System.

The message ended and Tarkin paused. "Has the emperor been given the transmission as well?" He looked around for someone to at least give him an inkling to the answer. As if, by some unfortunate joke of fate, the bridge doors opened revealing the emperor flanked by his red robed protectors, who, were to the Moffs further terror, further flanked by space marines from the Warmaster Cabot himself. "Majesty." Tarkin bowed. "I take it that you have."

"Yes." Palpatine interrupted. "I have. Order all our forces to stand down, but to continue closing on the enemy. Keep firing solutions uploaded, and order them to lower their shields and weapons. They must also power down their main reactor cores, if they refuse, destroy their world admiral." The dark robed emperor cautiously walked towards the bridge port holes, every step calculated, carefully planned lest his crumbing body give way to fatigue.

"You will Majesty." Tarkin bowed. "Commscan, relay the emperors commands to the fleet, order them to stop firing on all enemy vessels, but continue to close." The moff took his place on the holo-platform and nodded for the transmission to commence.

"Noble enemy, and strong warriors. The emperor, infinite in wisdom has saw fit to spare your lives this day. You have fought hard, valiantly and with courage, you are to be commended by your people, but not even courage is great enough to prevail against Imperial steel and will. Power down your weapons, lower your shields, and shut down your main power cores and engines, and we will leave your fleet in peace. We have no desire to see this day stained by any more blood of heroes."

Tarkin stepped off the holo platform and turned towards commscan. "Let me know what they do." He ordered before joining the emperor.

Hyperspace ~ Imperial Death Star

The medical chamber shuddered as scream of pain and torment erupted in objection. "Do not push me, doctor. Now replace my helmet." A quick nod followed and the grey suited medic slowly lowered the dark knights helmet. "What is it captain?" Vader asked.

"My lord we are approaching the Asfaltum system on time and on schedule, we will be exiting hyperspace momentarily. We have reports that the rebels are still unaware of our presence."

Vader rose on the hard durasteel table rubbing his new metallic limb. "And the emperor?"

"We have received no further communications my lord." Vader rose to his two feet, standing above the nameless officer before him. An advantage, Vader often thought from the grievous wounds suffered by his one time master. His sly attack, his cheating in a duel of masters. "Order my guard prepared, I will meet the emperor upon the planets surface."

OOC: I’m of the understanding that I’m high on the list of crusade targets, so although I don’t know anything, IC, of what’s going on currently, I thought I’d clear up any doubts about Boozian policy in advance. The compy I’m using doesn’t have IM, so anyone who wants this post changed, moved, or gone, TG me. I'll answer as promptly as possible.

IC: One thing that was obvious about the Boozian parliament was that it was not in any way a neat organisation. Parties were fluid things, ceasing to exist over-night because someone voiced there views on Smithian economic theories a little too loudly at the Regimental Re-union, and on the other hand, springing up whenever five members who were the only ones who supported some proposition got together. Thousands on interest groups and obscure debates had a subtle but powerful effect on the great debates like the never-ending Mercantilism or Free Trade issue.

So when two bodies, simply and directly oppposed, began to crystalise, it was cause for concern. This was very much the case now, with the Vassalists (or Free Peace advocates, as they preffered to be called) and the Belligerants (or Boozian Independence Part advocates, as they preffered to be known). The former claimed that it was utterly pointless to resist the ascendant Galactic Hyper-Power of the Empire, and that an alliance which left Boozian internal politics and customs as intact as possible was the only reasonable solution. The latter, however, where of the view that the very existance of a Galactic Hyper-Power was a fundamental threat to the Boozian way of life and policy, and that the fact that it was the Palpatinian Empire they were talking about only worsened the problem.

For months the intricate web of Boozian party politics had shifted this way and that, no one ever sure whon had the majority and thus no-one ever prepared to actually put the issue to the vote. But they couldn’t keep procrastinating forever. The people were clamouring. The reports from J-Ships were looking bleakr by the day. The Reichsregierung, an ever-present, ever-distant force in the affairs of the Reichsparlament, was getting impatient. And the elections were coming up. Indecision wasn’t going to pay for any longer.


“This proposition of the Conservative Party has been noted, are there any assitional propositions for the impending vote?”

Of course there weren’t. There were rules as to what you said, but for once it was clean-cut. Aye/Nay. War/Peace. The little A/B on each member’s voting screen.

“Let the votes be cast!”

One minute. Silence.

Two minutes. Silence.

Three minutes. Silence.

The last waverer pressed “B”.

An infinite second of silence…


“It’s been two hours! They haven’t voted yet! Let’s face facts.”

There were a metaphorical and literal foot-shuffle. The whole platoon knew Ober-Gefreiter Karin Dethmar was right, but no one wanted to admit it. It had been another evening spent staring fixedly at the barracks news-screen in lonely Schmaldt Festung, eagerly awaiting the news on the vote.

Ein Zug, Anton Kompanie, Drei Bataillon, Achtzehn (sieben Mälmo) Panzer-Regimen let out a collective sigh and a few began to stand up. No news tonight. No hint as to where they were going. Home? Or Coruscant?

“Don’t leave, people! We’re sorry for a slight delay caused by very important national security processes, but we have here and now the official ruling of the Reichsparlament on war with the galactic empire. No official declaration is being made, but full war establisment and regulations will be being introduced over the coming weeks. Boozia is not going to back down.”

Noble enemy, and strong warriors. The emperor, infinite in wisdom has saw fit to spare your lives this day. You have fought hard, valiantly and with courage, you are to be commended by your people, but not even courage is great enough to prevail against Imperial steel and will. Power down your weapons, lower your shields, and shut down your main power cores and engines, and we will leave your fleet in peace. We have no desire to see this day stained by any more blood of heroes.

The Asfaltum fleet powered down weapons and engines, and waited.

We have powered down weapons and engines, we pose no threat to you now. We request permission to fall back to our Defence Platforms, Space Stations and Shipyards. Your ships are welcome to dock with them as well, we will help your repairs as much as we can.

Asfaltum capital:

The General surveyed the scene with inhumanly sober eyes, as his troops prepared for the imminent invasion of the capital city. In fact, he wasn’t human. In later years, Asfaltum scientists had gained the ability to do some pretty shiny things with genes. As a result, a large part of Asfaltum society now consisted of hyper-intelligent Panda bears with ninja-skills and a quiet character of their own. They were known as “Pandaren”, and soon after it was discovered the intelligence they possessed, they were granted full citizenship. Then, there were the Ents. A result of experiments with alien plant-genes (and a drunk scientist on a new-years eve), these slow moving tree-like creatures were quite content with a quiet life in one of the many ancient Asfaltum woods. However, once the threat of invasion arose, a great deal of them sallied forth and came into the cities, hoping to put their great strength to use in defending their home. (They were usually deployed to guard key positions, as intruders probably would mistake them for local vegetation…) Now they all worked side by side, hoping that together they would be able to withstand the enemy attack.

Pandaren General Morph glared at the camera. This posing-to-the-journalists business was getting on his nerves. An officer approached him. “Sir, we have detected a message from the government palace. It was apparently directed to the Empire… it was interrupted by some remaining security forces in the building… only a few of them made it out alive…” General Morph growled. “How many times do I have to tell you not to disclose sensitive information when journalists are around… get these people out of here.” A Pandaren guard lifted up the two journalists by the collar and “moved” them outside. Morph then joined the other Generals at the conference table, which consisted of a oak-wood table surrounded by several Human, Pandaren, Ent and AI officials. After looking at the message, they decided to halt the planned storming of the palace area. If Imperial forces landed in the middle of an assault they might disrupt the plans, and turn the battle. Instead, they would wait for the Imperials to land, and simply observe their weaknesses, attacking when they found it appropriate. The forces surrounding the palace would simply be attacked the good old way; by an air strike.

The city had been evacuated and the only people there were the military, and even they avoided walking in the open street. Thus any enemy landing would find the whole place to be an eerie ghost-city… unless the military decided otherwise, and turned the whole place into an inferno of flying munitions… after all, it was the perfect staging point for heavy fighting, the buildings and subways providing the defenders with the ability to appear and disappear whenever they wanted.

One of the Marines raised their hand to their head, pausing as a vox-message crackled within their helmets, before turning to the Emperor. "My Lord, a message from Captain Achaeus, with full clearance from the Warmaster. He and his men hunger for the slaughter. He demands that the Chronosian contingent be the first on the ground, with the support of Imperial troops. He asks that they baptise this world in blood, in Khorne's name"

He bowed his head lightly. "He bears the mark of the Warmaster himself, and I dare not thwart him Lord. But he is eager for battle, and for orders. I await your response."
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Achaeus paced the bridge, glaring out at the world below them. He hungered, he thirsted for carnage. Though two Legions stood with him, it was he who commanded the respect of his men, and the authority of the Warmaster. He was in command, and he would not be denied. He snarled, a feral sneer of hate. These impudent whelps had thought to challenge the Empire, and now they surrendered! Snivelling and foolish cowards who deserved only their heads upon pikes in Khorne's name!

He tightened a fist around the shaft of his chainaxe, growling as he spun about, bellowing an order to the cowed crew of his vessel.

"Send an additional message to the Emperor. Request permission to blast the rebel areas into rubble. That we might savor the carnage more keenly in the broken ruins of their pissant civilisation!"

OOC: I am at the wormhole. It seems Orthodox made a little oopsie. Oh well. Orthodox, the fleet's at the Coredian Wormhole, not Balroggan space. We're all going to wait for the right time to make the jump and save the day.

IC:
As soon as Doron entered, I noticed the tension immediately rise with the Balroggan ambassador and thought it best to start smoothing things over in the meantime.

Meanwhile, the fleet plan is in place, calling for a classic divide-and-conquer style that will hopefully allow us to break up the Empire's fleets piecemeal. After all, there's a 10 to 1 disadvantage we have here and we can't face them down on equal terms, so we'll have to face them on our terms. I wonder if the others have any other ideas.

OOC: Whoops sorry, I got slightly confused as to the location of the fleet assembling.

The CIC of the Battlestar Hera was not like the usual setting of a Colonial Battlestar. Although it had many of the similiarites, the Draidus screen over the center planning table, and a multitude of advanced computer systems, it had one noteworthy distinction. In the center of the room, was a table with what was seemingly water running over the surface. The water like substance, was being feed by a slight water fall. Two people, one a blond woman with a very athletic build, and a man with brown short hair, also with an athletic buld, each had one of their hands in a panel running over with water.

Commander Hallen was still getting used to the idea that this ship was a true hybrid, that of the Colonial future, that the enemies of humanity would become part of humanity. She hated it, yet knew it was a relationship that had to flourish, or else her society would die. After all there are far worse things, than the cylon, in the reaches of space.

She looked at one of the people with their hands in the water. "Sam, she stated, prepare a heavy raider. I want to meet with the Coredians and the fleet commanders at once, to discuss the situation, and prepare a plan. Also I want two marine guards, and a Caprica Model to come with me."

Sam looked up at the commander, "As you wish sir."

The Commander had looked forward to this moment, a moment that she could shine in, and as well do somehting few Colonials ever have done, ride in a cylon heavy raider.

She boarded the Transport area of the heavy raider with her guards, and guest, as the raider took off from one of the spires, protruding from the base of the Battlestar Hera. Four cylon raiders took off and formed a guarding formation to the heavy raider.

This is the Battlestar Hera, to the Elite Star Destroyer Ankylosaur, Commander Hallen requests permission to dock with your ship, to discuss the current plans on how to free the Asfaltum system, and to find the fate of the Battlestar Orion, and the Gunstar Solar Flare.

As the Heavy Raider drew close to the Elite Star Destroyer, Commander Hallen could not help but notice, the similarities to the Empire's ISD. She thought to herself, "How is it the Coredian's have so many different ships that look like so many other culture's vessels. This can not be a coincidence."

Phenixican Empire makes contact with Asfaltum


From:Imperial Center of Transportation

The Phenixican Empire due to it's current position is activating the warpgate to transport all possible people from Asfaltum into Imperial space, Please give permission to activate and the entrance wormhole will open near your capital and be ready to recieve your ships.

This has been given permission to go ahead from the Imperial Commissioner himself, Admiral Kitra of the Ruidian Fleet will meet you and you will be escorted to where you need to go inside the Empire.

The Emperor has also tole me to say.........(talks in the background) do i really have to say this? (turns head back and continues talking) The Galactic Empire smells like a donkeys buttom (Laughing is heard is the background and cheerful talking continues)

Thank you for your time.

This is the Battlestar Hera, to the Elite Star Destroyer Ankylosaur, Commander Hallen requests permission to dock with your ship, to discuss the current plans on how to free the Asfaltum system, and to find the fate of the Battlestar Orion, and the Gunstar Solar Flare.

"ESD Ankylosaur to Hera, permission granted." Replied the Admiral. The main hangar bay on the underside began to open to allow the Commander entry.

OOC: Sorry for the delay gents, been busy myself.

Torn and twisted, disfigured and disgruntled Palpatine despised the planet below. That he, Galactic Emperor would require this world to sustain him caused the dark lord of the sith great pain and suffering. "My Lord, a message from Captain Achaeus, with full clearance from the Warmaster. He and his men hunger for the slaughter. He demands that the Chronosian contingent be the first on the ground, with the support of Imperial troops. He asks that they baptise this world in blood, in Khorne's name" A Chronosian guardian spoke reverently and with confidence. The emperor respected the Chaos followers of whatever bastardised God they followed. They were strong, passionate, powerful in battle, warriors that could be predicted in battle. Palpatine always knew where he stood with them, he could always count on them to choose the fight over anything else.

"Space Marine, tell Captain Achaeus that you may commence the purging of this world, he is to leave this area untouched." Tarkin handed the marine a datapad detailing a great desert on a central continent. Isolated and barren, scoured by sunlight and drought. "I myself will be landing momentarily." The Imperial guards around the emperor stood a little stiffer as they heard the news, that the emperor himself would be descending into a war zone. "Captain Achaeus may do as he wishes to the rest of this pathetic squalor, but this desert must remain intact." Palpatines eyes hardened, his fanged teeth seething at the possible consequences of failing to adhere to this order. Pausing, holding for a moment, the emperor suffered a great spasm in his back, his breath shortened and legs buckled. Caught by one of his sovereign protectors Palpatine was slowly put back on his feet, his face covered in sweated blood. "Admiral, have my ship ready for departure." Was all he could say before hobbling off the bridge, crooked cane in hand.

****

Dramini laughed loudly as a gust of turbulence buckled and buffeted his chosen ride. Descending like a vulture the victory Star Destroyer in which he rode shook violently as the last fleeting shots of surface ground fire impacted harmlessly off the shields. Chuckling even louder this time he turned to face the assembled army within the embarkation hall. "Soldiers, and sons. Survey this day, memorise it well for it is a rare sight, a magnificent sight." His hands pointed to the grand windows behind him. All stood silent and surveyed the scene, memorising it well for tales and lores of the Empires newest conquest.

Victory Star Destroyers, Acclimators and assault ships descended through the planets atmosphere, cutting through clouds and storms, while around each titanic craft, Chronosian drop pods rained down like fire upon the sun. Gleaming blood red and the still reverent Imperial grey saturated the skyline, with the occasional burst of Lass and Turbolaser breaking the serenity of glorious war.

The clouds broke away revealing a vast orange wasteland, sand for the first time experiencing rain and storm in what could be centuries. The great ramp of the Star Destroyer spurned into activity, wind howled through the cavernous expanse and each trooper braced as the vessel touched down upon the desert. "Maximilius, I want the shield generator raised first, and the garrisson base deployed." Dramini clasped his blue cloak upon his shoulders and began the long walk towards the ramp. Moving side by side by an Imperial Walker Dramini began the difficult task of coordinating the emperors arrival.

"We have fifty minutes before the emperor arrives, I want a perimiter of five garrisson installations established, here, here and at these two points."

"Turbolasers brother?" Maxilius asked, struggling to be heard over the thunderous roar of the walkers footsteps.

"We estimate the cave network to be in this region, our scans have come back inonclusive, but the emperor is very certain." The two brothers stepped off the Star Destroyer and on to alien soil. looking above they caught the grey fortress installations descending from space. Mammoth fortifications prefabricated and carried to the field, now being lowered by tractor beams. "I think Maxilius, we shall establish our command centre here." The general pointed to a rocky outcrop a few hundred meters away."

"Not the ship brother?"

Laughter filled the comm channel. "And risk the Navies cowardice blighting my men? No, the Star Destroyers will reamin here as an internal ring of outposts." The land suddenly darkened ever so slightly, colours changed; an effect of Imperial shields, though invisible, they still blotted out some of the visible light spectrum, reflecting it back into space.

"General Dramini, the shield perimiter has been established to ten kilometers from epicentre."

"Inform the emperor that we are ready for his arrival. Maxilius?"

"Brother?"

"Take personal command of the emperors protection, see to it, that no harm comes to him." The two locked hands on forearms and headed off in alternate directions.


****

The conflict in orbit stilled as Imperial forces relaxed slightly. The emperor no longer aboard the Executor had left in his cloaked shuttle, to locations unknown. For fleeting milliseconds, the Imperial Faster than light barrier was lowered in a small area, as the fluctuation normalised, the revealed menace of the death star floated gently through the system. Lord Vader had arrived in system. On board the Imperial Star Destroyer Tribune Admiral Netter was the first to receive the dark lords demands. On board the admirals bridge, a holographic Vader shimmered into existence. "Admiral, why can I not communicate with the emperor?" His request boomed angrily.

"He has joined the ground forces on planet my lord." The transmission was cut instantly as the death star approached the planet.

****

General Dramini scoured the horizon from the head of an Imperial Walker, small beads of sweat travelled down his back as he witnessed the emperor shuttle decloaking below. Maxilius, stood awaiting his lord.

I frowned as soon as the Death Star entered the arena. Thanks to Balrogga's realtime sensors, we knew what was up as soon as they could see it. "So, the Death Star arrives as well. This will be troublesome. Still..."

"Master, we aren't going to engage it...are we?" Chris looked at me.

I smiled. "Much as I want to, no. We aren't ready just yet, and there's too many other Imperial ships to engage at the same time. We'll have to leave it alone as much as we can. Are all the plans in place?"

"Yes, sir. As we planned, we're to draw enemy forces away long enough for a small strike team to get to the planet using the Much Ado About Nothing. The strike team will engage the Emperor Palpatine and hopefully take him out, along with any other high-level Imperial personnel. That's why Naruto-sama and his team is onboard the ship along with me and you."

I nodded. "Except you'll stay on the ship and keep it cloaked, kiddo, in case we need to get offplanet."

"Master..." Chris began to protest.

"The Emperor is too powerful for you to handle. You aren't strong enough." I replied seriously. "Besides, your job is perhaps more important than killing the Emperor. After all, once he's dead, there's going to be lots of enemies out for blood."

"All right, Master. Let it be known for the record that my request to join your strike team has been denied." Chris smiled.

I clapped a hand on his shoulder, chuckling. "Yeah, for the record."

Reaching out into the Force, I learned that the time has come to make the jump. I reached for a commlink. "All ships. This is the Much Ado About Nothing. You know what you have to do. I couldn't be prouder to stand by you in this trying time. Without further ado, prepare to make the jump on my mark."

3...2...1..."NOW!"

Several hundred hyperspace engines glowed brightly and each ship winked out, racing at top speed for the second rendzevous point. And from that point, we will engage the enemy.

OOC: Balrogga, Orthodox and Abh. Please assume that all plans have been made to good effect, since all friendly parties are to jump at the same time. Also, check TGs.

Maxilius knelt before his emperor as the dark lord of the Sith took foot upon the soft sand of Asfaltum. A gust of wind bellowed at the emperors cloak knocking his hood back exposing his head to the elements.

138 Years prior

"Chancellor, surely you see the need for this project? If the Republic is to continue growing we must expand our frontiers, in knowledge and in science."

"The Republic is struggling for its very existence Master C'Baoth, how can I possibly explain sanctioning a measure, that would divert vital funds from the war effort, to a colonisation programme, surely you can see my problem?" Palpatine took a sip of tea from a small, decorated cup.

"We are all aware of the outsiders chancellor, they exist, and delaying any research and reconnaissance could very well endanger the Republic itself."

"Oh I quite agree." Palpatine put down his tea cup onto a white saucer. "But we can only deal with one threat at a time. The separatists are gaining ground in the colonies, pushing down on the Corellian trade spine, I simply cannot sanction the outbound flight at this moment in time."

C'Baoth raised himself slightly in his chair and leaned forward, his white trailing beard resting on the chancellors elaborate and expensive desk. "What if there was more in it for the Republic?"

"Oh?" Palpatine raised an eyebrow.

"Last week, Master Yoda experienced a great disturbance in the force."

"Yes I heard it forced him to his bed for almost three days."

"That was the common idea yes, however I'm afraid the council has not been completely honest. Master Yoda was in fact in communion with lost Jedi Master Vergere, we believe she is located within the P3X Galaxy."

"I fail to see how that could possibly assist the Republic Master Jedi."

"She has been captured by the outsiders and has escaped and remains trapped on a backwards planet. She has been badly injured though chancellor."

"I assume not life threatening."

"Not any more." C'Baoth hinted at the possibilities. "But there is only one way to find out."

Palpatine rose from his chair and moved towards the window, closely examining some of his priceless artefacts as he went. "If I sway the appropriations committee Master C'Baoth, then I may have one small favour to ask of you."

"Name it."

Present Day

Palpatine swayed slightly as he allowed his face to grace the wind, it's breeze cooling his contorting flesh. And then it happened once more, the force visited him, gave him insight, released the future to the present. "You kneel Masaki, who quaint, no matter what you try your tricks are no use here." The heavy respirator breathing of Vader could be heard, yet the dark lord was no where to be seen.

"Yes Majesty." Tarkin agreed. "Tricks are no good here."

The vision ended abruptly and the dark lord of the Sith returned to reality. "Commander, what have you found." The emperor shouted now above the great roar of the ever increasing winds. "Standing on both feet, Maxilius joined the emperor at his side, and both walked towards the excavation site.

"So far our scans reveal only one possible location for any cave network, we have begun digging out the sand, however this wind is making our efforts, difficult." Emphasis lay on the last word. "My lord, if we may target the area with a low level turbolaser to harden the surrounding sand?"

"No commander." Palpatine cut him off. "Devote as much resources as possible to this effort."

"My lord there is one other thing. The storm is interfering with our communications, we are finding it difficult to stay in contact with the fleet." A red robe warned off a storm trooper approaching, too close for comfort.

"None of that is my concern." Palpatine inclined his head as they approached the dig site. "How long commander?"

"We estimate five hours maximum before we enter the tomb itself." Maxilius paused for a moment as his eyes saw several large footprints appearing on the sand next to him.

"Ignore them commander." Palpatine bade him continue.

"It all depends, if we have the right area, and how deeply buried the entrance is Majesty."

Palpatine raised his hood, and turned to Moff Tarkin who was standing next to him. "I suggest we retire to a Star Destroyer my lord?" Tarkin advised, Palpatine obviously disagreed. "Commander, have some form of accommodation set up for us here, the emperor is most eager to supervise progress."

"... And it appears that the Asfaltums have surrendered my Lord."

The holographic image of Darth Trilkan nodded it's head in approval, "good Lady Shelentiave. Good. I'm most pleased with this progress."

Shelentiave sighed, "there's something else Emperor. I'm sensing a disturbance in the force in this sector. Something big is about to happen, but I can't quite finger it."

Trilkan's head nodded in agreement, "that's what we've gathered as well."

Shelentiave raised her eyebrows, "'we'?"

Trilkan nodded, "yes, Vorman has been receiving these images as well Lady Shelentiave. He thinks the force is telling him that he has to go to the system as well and land on the planet to which the Asfaltum government is operated on. As to what purpose... He doesn't know."

"Lord Vorman..." Shelentiave quietly gulped, "is coming here?" She added in a low whisper. Unlike her cousin Aelikes and her brother Deshoonde, she can hardly withstand the presence of Lord Vorman.

"Yes my Lord that is correct. Don't worry Shelentiave... I've made sure he has minimal contact with you. He'll be proceeding directly to the planet. You'll do fine. Just keep your ship's weapons ready. I'm aware that the GE has made the order for a stand down on our weapons... I want ours still active, however point most of them away from the Asfaltum's. I feel something larger is at work here."

"Yes Emperor. Shelentiave out," during the last few moments of the conversation between Lord/Lady Shelentiave and Darth/Emperor Trilkan, the Kirtir Lord slowly shook in fear as a strong ghostly presence grew closer to her. Then just after she cut communications... The black sweat started. She wiped her forehead with her arm and looked at the stuff with wide eyes and then began her slow meditation technique as the Kirtir Lord of Death arrived.

I am in control of my emotions... They do not control me... I am the master of my body... My body is not my master... I control the force... It doesn't control me... I control my anger, my fear... And aggression. Not others... I control me... I... Am my master... Shelentiave slowly stopped shaking and the black sweat stopped dripping from her forehead. An panick attack like this can only mean one thing. Her private quarter's door chime sounded, "yes come in."

"My lord, a ship just dropped from the Necrominus just outside of our fleet. It matches the designs of our Towerless Star Destroyer designs... But we can't find any ship in our databases which fit it's description. However, a shuttle of some form just exited from the bottom of the ship fitting the description of our Drop Pods."

"Yes Ensign... That Drop Pod and unknown ship would be the carriers of our beloved Kirtir Lord of Death. Keep our weapon's at the ready, Trilkan's orders. He thinks something big is about to happen even after our battle against the Asfaltums."

"Aye my Lord," the Ensign stepped out of the door way, and it hissed shut. Shelentiave sighed with relief. Vorman was definitely in the area, yet she can maintain the stability of her emotions... For now that is.

Asfaltum's Orbital area, Thrashian patrolled sector

With the surrender of the Asfaltum Fleet, Admiral Daala had brought her fleet in closer to the planet. Enemy ships were boarded by naval stormtroopers and enemy officers were put under arrest. Very few fights erupted from these events and Daala was satisfied that the Asfaltum fleet had at least been cowed into submissiveness.

It was just as the Chronosian and other Galactic Imperial forces were making planet fall that the Epion appeared in system, directed by a dozen Interdictor Star Destroyers, using their gravity cones to a directly calculated exit point for the great space station. A small enough gap left in the FTL field set up by Thrashian forces to allow the station in without any large notice from enemy forces. Upon arrival, this small gap was immediately closed.

"Captain," said Daala from her command chair aboard the Olympus, "see to it that Commandant Spear directs his troop traffic appropriately. I don't want to have my forces policing his men to the planet."

Her adjutant was hunkered over the comm system and speaking in urgent tones. Sweat dribbled down in small rivulets down the side of this head. He turned and looked at Daala. "Ma'am, I've been told that Field Marshal Wittmann had put Commandant Spear under house arrest for 'cowardice in the face of the enemy'."

Daala frowned. She knew that Spear was a political animal and an amoral man but had never heard of him being an outright coward. "He did?"

"Yes ma'am. However Field Marshal Wittmann sends his regards and informs us that he is beginning the ground assault."

"Then tell the good field marshal that he has our bless," said Daala. She had no wish to make the situation any worse that it already was. The deal of Commandant Spear being arrested could be solved after the campaign.

"Yes sir Admiral."

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Like a hive of bees brought forth to show their wrath at the assault of their precious home, thousands upon thousands of drop ships bloomed out of the hangars of the Epion in a great deluge. Thousands were directed around the continent that contained the Asfaltum capital, others the suburban districts and key military points. Others fired their thrusters, taking them to points designated all around the small green world.

Lance batteries from orbital Star Destroyers brought down fire upon selected targets, great beams of red-hellfire light that caused destruction and mayhem. Earth was obliterated, buildings vaporised, and roads turned to rubble under the oppressive firepower directed upon them.

What planetary defenses there were responded in kind. Dozens of transports turned into brilliant blazing comets as return fire spouted out like a finicky child, kicking petulantly at a large opponent.

General Nocern Sturm ground his teeth together as he stood with a dozen other generals and marshals, the high command of the 501st SS Legion-Army, sat strapped in in a circle around a holographic map aboard a massive transport, similar to others carrying armored vehicles and assault guns, listening to Field Marshal Wittmann speak. The field marshal was walking around the holograph table, wearing a special magnetic pair of boots and a gravity belt that allowed him to function as normally as any man could walking on a grass field.

"No one is to take any prisoners," Wittmann repeated. "We're not here for the joy of it, nor just strolling by to say hello. The Emperor has ordered all life expunged from this planet and the 501st will see that it is done. You have your orders...your armies are prepared...any questions?"

Sturm mumbled something about shooting the pilot of their drop ship and a low murmur of laughter circled about as the other officers smiled and laughed. Wittmann grinned a little, a rarity, and nodded.

"You know your missions, see that they are done."


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12 Kloms outside Asfaltum City

The 12th Army Group, 501st, landed heavily around the outskirts of the massive city of Asfaltum. Transports thundered to the ground, thrusters blazing as pilots struggled to keep their ships from turning over and exploding into crisp balls of flame. Landing areas were designated by clonetrooper paratroopers who had been the first to land, colored batons waving and signaling.

The area was turned into a quickly armed camp, as the 3 million clonetroopers of the 12th Army group, and 400,000 armored vehicles mustered into their units. The assembly area churned with activity as heavy artillery emplacements were set up and mobile AA Hydra tanks were given positions to bunker down into. Massive transports, once down disgorging their cargoes, were quickly launched back into the sky, returning to the Epion for more men or supplies.

General Sturm arrived at his command post within the center of the 12th Assembly Area within 20 minutes of his own landing, his staff having set up the communications hub when they arrived with the first wave. He largely ignored the salutes his adjutants gave him, but nodded in a general acceptance. He halted in front of Major Langer, his staff commander.

"Situation?"

"Controlled sir," replied Major Langer, "Our perimeter has been established along a 12 kilometer front, facing the city. The 8th Rifle Regiment has taken over setting up defensive positions around us. Except for encountering civilian locals and a few scattered enemy infantry units, no large engagement has happened. It appears we've achieved a measure of surprise in getting here so fast."

"That won't last long," Sturm said. "We can expect an enemy assault soon or nothing, depending upon whether their commander wishes to be trapped in the city or not."

"Sir-" began Colonel O'Brien, highest ranking armor officer of Sturm's tank battalions.

"I know Gabriel, I know," Sturm said, cutting him off. "Colonel O'Brien, you shall lead your battalion along with the 3rd and 7th Mechanized brigades in a long sweep to the north of the city. All major highways are to be taken held. No one is to escape or enter the city. Understood?"

Colonel O'Brien, a tall stocky man in his late forties, nodded. He'd been commanding tanks since he had first exited the Academy at the early age of 20. "I'll leave now sir." Sturm nodded and returned the sharp salute the armor commander gave him.

Sturm turned to the small, thin man who stood beside him in an ill-fitting colonels uniform. "Colonel Heckler, you are to send your men forward in a main attack on the city proper. See what defenses they have and try seizing the outer suburbs."

Colonel Heckler, commander of the 9th Heavy Infantry Battalion nodded. "It will be done, general," he said in his sing-song voice.

8,000 armored tanks and assault guns, supported by 40,000 clonetrooper mechanized troops started their headlong rush to the east and then north, beginning their encirclement of the city. A further 50,000 strong infantry force, heavily armed and drilled, marched forward toward the city proper, supported by several hundred assault guns and armored cars.

Doron didn't mind too much that a Balroggan captain was on board. He well knew the relationship that the Coredians had with them. He was only surprised that a Godulan wasn't around. To him it was more important to deliver his gifts from his father than worry about any present enemies. With the presentation over, he simply nodded in difference and took a seat off to the side. It looked like the Coredian crew was preparing for a jump and he didn't want to be in the way.

Admiral Spoor put down the small glass of red wine she was drinking as the message came through that they were ready to move out. Sighing, Spoor let the glass sit on the her right armrest. Its liquid contents rippled as the ship's engines rumbled to life. "Oh Chief, please make sure that all ships are kept up to date on the battle plan. I don't want our little attack squadron coming off like some rag-tag group of pirates. I want our formations crisp and tight when we exit the other side and every commander should know their role."

"Of course admiral. I'll keep a link between our ship an all others. They'll be informed as we are."

"Good work."

Khan Group Assembly Area

While the 12th Army group had landed on the north-western edge of the main continent where the capital was, Field Marshal Wittmann's army group, the Khan Group, had landed in the southern regions. The Khan group contained 12 million infantry and 1.2 million armored vehicles, added with more than 200 thousand air support groups. It landed over an area of 200 miles, divisions and battalions setting up assembly bases and air fields, using the ancient device known as a shovel to delve out network defensive trenches and sandbag bunkers.

In the middle of this contained havoc was a gigantic tracked machine, well over 300 meters in height, armed to the teeth, and waiting as Wittmann stood on the down ramp of his command leviathan (http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/Armored%20units/commandleviathan.jpg).

General Kissinger walked up the long ramp to where the field marshal stood. The mid-thirties general gave a sharp salute and tried to be presentable in his camouflage fatigues which he always wore when on campaign. Shield goggles hung around his neck and a belt containing a service blaster and a canteen of water was strapped tightly around his waste.

"Well Field Marshal, it looks like 'Operation Firebrand' is going smoothly," said Kissinger, turning and looking over his shoulder. The height on the ramp of the leviathan gave him a bird's eye view of one of the many defensive fire bases that were being set up all along the Khan Groups landing areas. He watched as a group of heavy artillery crews set their 'Shadaum Organ' (http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/Armored%20units/ccgen08.jpg) guns into position. The massive 200 cm guns lifted on automated tresses and turned to the north at a range of foothills that Tac/Log had designated as being held by an enemy mountaineer infantry division.

Wittmann smiled broadly and looked at his friend. "Talbert, you always seem to think that things go smoothly." Kissinger smiled equally back at his commander and nodded.

"It comes from running a well-oiled armored division," replied Kissinger. He turned to his left where his unit, the 1st Heavy Dragoons Armored Division was assembling. 'Pershing' Assault guns (http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/Armored%20units/assautlgun.jpg), 'Sentinel' Light tanks (http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/Armored%20units/lighttank.jpg), 'Tarkin' Medium tanks (http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/Armored%20units/mediumtank.jpg), and 'Titan' Super Heavy MBTs (http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b184/Upum/Armored%20units/heavytank.jpg) were moving into precise lines of order, their crews crawling all over the armor, cleaning and repainting hulls to match the surrounding terrain. Armored trucks and APCs with pintle-mounted blasters were forming up, blue-white armored 501st clonetrooper grenadiers, a part of Kissinger's infantry support wing. More than 12,000 tanks and vehicles of the best armored unit in the 501st.

"Yes, I would think so." Wittmann sighed deeply and breathed in the air around them. "The air feels clean, fresh."

"Maybe because we're so high?"

"Perhaps, but for now I will simply admired this small world for welcoming me with clean air."

"I don't think the planet had much fore-thought in planning our arrival."

"No, general, it didn't." Wittmann turned on his heel and motioned for Kissinger to follow. Kissinger did so without hesitation and the pair disappeared within the depths of the monstrous beast of the leviathan. They walked through gun-metal gray corridors, much like those aboard a Star Destroyer, and entered a chamber that was lit only by the dozens of large glowing holographic screens. Each was of a different map or section of terrain. Small runes stood for individual units. Kissinger couldn't begin to even guess the multitude he saw with just a glimpse. It seemed like millions.

At the center of the room, between to large screens showing an image of the ground outside, men and vehicles moving about, Field Marshal Wittmann took a seat in his command chair. Without waiting for any prelude he pressed a series of buttons on a control panel and a map of the area appeared. It showed the present location of the command leviathan and Kissinger's own unit, the 1st Heavy Dragoons.

"Talbert, your men are here because of one major reason. I know that you had tried to argue your way into command of 12th Group, however Sturm is more suited to that theatre that you are," said Wittmann, his voice carrying no malice to it so as not to sting his friend and underling. "Here is what kept you with me."

He pressed a button and the hologram of the map zoomed in onto a large area of flat plains, a large valley, sheltered by two tremendously sized mountain ranges. At the heart of this valley was a large industrial complex.

"This is the main source of resources, such as fuel and ore, that the Asfaltum industry uses to make its weapons of war. Because its such a vital target, as we know it to be, the Asfaltums have guarded it with several military bases and crack army units. Your objective is to break through their defenses and capture, as much as possible intact, these industrial complexes.

"I've seconded the 39th Infantry Division, the 9th Air Group, and the 90th Reconnaissance Battalion to your command. Colonel Erikson and Donel are being already briefed by your staff as I speak," said Wittmann. "Do you understand?"

General Talbert Kissinger stared at the maps for a moment. It was his first time in a while since he had last been given a free hand to accomplish a mission, not to mention a light remark on capturing the intended target intact. It was a artillery man's wet dream. However he didn't want to be made out as a general who would rather smash an enemy into dust than slip around him and gently cut his throat.

Kissinger turned and looked Wittmann in the eye. "I understand sir. You can count on the Dragoons to get the job done."

"Good," said Wittmann, delighted. "I knew I could count on you."

bump

The Wanderjarian Fleet Interdiction Patrol had been completely uneventful since the destruction of the Kraeton fleet, and now, after an untold amount of time, the tedium had become unbearable.


"I cannot bear this inactivity any longer," The Fleet Admiral stated before his Command Staff. "There is a war on and we are doing absolutely nothing."

"Indeed, but we have recieved no orders sir," Replied a ISD Flag Officer.

"This is true, however I intend to request a new operation from the Emperor himself." The Admiral stated matter-of-factly. Then, turning to his Communications Officer, he said, "Would you please send this request to him?"

"Absolutely sir. Rightaway," And the man hurried off to send the request.

"Excellent, now hopefully we can end this inactivity and do something useful!"




(OOC: Sithy, TG me something to do!)

(OOC: Sorry I was away for a few days, I will post in a sec)

"New orders men!" The Admiral shouted running to his Command postion on the Bridge, "We're to remain here and support the Emperor in his Invasion. We'll be sending down the Imperial Guard immediately, have all forces prep for extended combat operations on the planet below. Have the Mobile Suit Division and the Titan Legions land immediately to secure a drop zone. We should expecting reinforcements any time now from Wanderjar. Move out men!"



Major General Frederick Baumer moved through the Drop Bay for the Mobile Suit Division, looking at each pilot as they lined up on either side of the vast dock which housed their suits.

"Men, we are about to drop into the fray of battle once again. You all are experianced, highly trained, and well motivated men. I do not feel I need to tell you any more. Each of you will do your job, as you have done thousands of times before, and will do it well. You are good men. I'll see you on the ground!" With an echo of "OOORAHH", they entered their mobile suits, all 2,500 of them, and prepared to drop to the surface. Else where in the fleet, the Titan Legions prepared a similar pre-battle ceremony, which the Gods of War which they were began to drop to the surface as well.


The Admiral then relayed the message to Palpatine and his forces, "Our forces are beginning to drop to support your forces. Expect their arrival momentarily."





(OOC: Reinforcements include:


12x ISD III
5x Titan Class Battlebarges
12x Emperor Class Battleships
5x Mars Class Battlecruisers

1,000,000x Imperial Guardsmen
1x Armor Brigade (250 Leman Russ Tanks)
1x Artillery Brigade (250 Basilisk Artillery Cannons)
50x BaneBlade Tanks

(OOC: Since we are assuming then that we all know the plan, I will start off the roleplaying after my Commander returns to the Battlestar Hera. Coreworlds you have a TG.)

After the Signal came from the Coredian Vessel the Much Ado about Nothing, Commander Hallen picked up the com, to signal the Colonial Fleet. Although it was well known that the Colonies cared little if nothing about the fate of Asfaltum, what they did care about was the safe retrival of their personnal, their ships, and above all else to repay the debt that the Colonies owed the Coredians.

"We have just recived word from the Coredian Flagship, that the fleet is about to move out. I know you all have your doubts, your concerns. We are about to engage in a foreign war, one that we have not started, but yet we have been drawn into it. Today however, we fight, not for aliens, but for our stranded Personnal, our stranded ships, and for any survivers of the Empire. They have attacked our soverignity, and they will pay. So say we all."

As Commander Hallen put down the Com, the fleet jumped into hyperspace. Commander Hallen looked at the CIC.

At their best speed, when will the fleet arrive at the designated coordinates?

ETA is five minutes sir.

"Good, Prepare the jump drive, and engage. Remember although we are to fight along side the Coredians under their command our primary mission is search and rescue. Keep an eye our for our ships."

Aye Sir.

Five minutes later the Colonial Fleet arrives at the coordinates for the Fleet to assemble, roughly around the same time as they should be exiting hyperspace.

bump

Moments after the Colonial ships flashed into realspace, the Coredian Fleet reverted as well, at the rendzevous point ten lightyears from Asfaltum.

I opened channels to all present. "We will remain here for one half hour to conduct last-minute adjustments to the plan. If you need to write letters to your families or something to that effect, now is the time."

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Meanwhile, at the system itself, a number of Star Destroyers and escorts entered the system at the request of the Emperor. The Dark Lady of the Sith Darth Nightshade has arrived!

"Tenetian First Fleet to Executor, the Emperor has requested the presence of Lady Nightshade. Please acknowledge." A frightened comms officer issued to the flagship.

Aboard the Admiral's Flagship, Goering watched as the reinforcements arrived.

"Excellent," he stated, numerous Imperial Star Destroyers and other craft coming into realspace whilst he was speaking, "With these new forces, our domination will be complete."


"M'lord, the Force Sensitives have arrived," A Deck Officer stated.

"Good Lieutenant, send them in." With that, several dozen clone soldiers in the black robes of a Sith Knight walked in. Their lightsabers at their sides, and walking with a grace and sense of superiority, they approached him.

The leader of them, who was hooded, spoke in a deep, yet hush voice, "My Admiral, we have arrived."

"So I see. Very good. Once the enemy fleets arrive, we shall ultimately board them. You will be with the boarding parties. However, should the enemy be destroyed, and a boarding party not be required, you will be sent planetside to further the war effort alongside our glorious legions."

"Very well my lord. We shall be in meditation until this time is needed." They turned and left, one particularly aggressive one making a point of hitting shoulders with an Imperial Marine standing guard on the deck before exiting the door.

"Sir?" The Guardsmen asked the Admiral who was watching.

"I fear there is nothing I can do Private."

"Aye Aye, Admiral," He said, taking a deep breath and continuing his watch. The Admiral then went over to his Tactical Officer who nodded greeting before turning his attentions back to a holo map of the System they were presently occupying.

"Sir," The Tac-Officer said, "We should have an extreme advantage over our foes, namely the fact that as soon as they warp in, we can begin attacking before they can, assuming we stay very alert. However, that could be a problem, as they have the unfortunate advantage of being able to choose where they appear. I think we should maintain absolutely one hundred percent watch on all sectors and keep all hands at battlestations."

"Very good idea," Replied the Admiral. "This is what we shall do. When our allies arrive to reinforce us against our opponants, our victory is almost inevitable. We just need to hold them until then."

Doron stood and cracked his back. "Gotta love short trips."

Alongside the Coredian fleet came the Abh as they exited the swirling vortexs of their hyperspace gates. Spoor picked up the glass of wine from her arm rest and took a delicate sip. "Keep our emissions low Chief. I don't want anyone spotting us this far out."

"But ma'am, who would spot us out here?"

"Its better to be safe than sorry in this case. Most likely the Empire is quite busy with their conquest of the little nation and thus occupied, but there is no telling if they are monitoring any out lying areas and let's hope no one noticed the Coredian build up and watched it disappear."

"Yes ma'am."

Status report.

It would seem that the alliance fleet has successfully exited hyperspace.

Commander Hallen smiled. SHe knew soon, if she suceeded her name would go down in the history books of the Twelve Colonies.

Draidus Report, she ordered.

"Draidus is clear except for friendly ships. The Coredian and Abh fleets are ready. It would appear we have a go.

Commander Hallen looked to her XO, who gave her a gentle nod.

Set Condition one throughout the fleet, and engage the holo cloak. Make sure our transponders are operational, we do not need the fleet bumping into each other. Have the computer set with the Imperial Star Destroyers, in the holo generator, in case we need to appear to be them. Load all the main cannons with the EMB shells, and prepare to move out on the Coredians mark.

Aye sir.

Any signs of the Orion or Solar Flare? Commander Hallen asks.

Non from this distance, our FTL sensors only have a range of two light years.

"Damn why can't the cylons invent something with more range, the XO remarks."

One of the cylons look at the XO, "Why don't you try inventing it, last time I checked your draidus didn't even have a quarter of that range."

Commander Hallen, "Shut up everyone. Lets just get through this in one piece."

Ba’El was talking with his guests when he received a report over his Link.

“Admiral, the Coredian fleet has transferred to outside out system. They have brought Abh allies with them to assist in the battle. Captain Hya’Meer is aboard the flagship making contact with them.”

“Thank you; keep me informed of any changes. Prepare The Zeus to move to their position. Bring our escort in case the invaders are attracted to the large number of ships.”

Ba’El looked at Niiat and Brivun.

“It seems friends have just arrived. I am going to take The Zeus there now to meet with our allies. Please inform your ships so they don’t freak when we disappear. I don’t want anyone to thing you have been kidnapped. That would complicate things greatly.”

After the two made the required communication and he was told it was OK to move the ship, he gave the order.

“Bridge, take us to the meeting.”

“Yes Sir.”

The Zeus faded from view as its mass was Uplifted into T-Space. After a quick acceleration the carrier was speeding through the violet matter of the Super-dimensional space. The view screen in the conference room was quickly activated to show their progress. Purple nebula obscured distance objects but faint stars could be seen as blurs of light. Within 30 seconds, the ship seemed to come to an inertia-less halt. Below the ship there were a large number of Abh and Coredian ships, obscured by the lavender fog.

“Bridge, take us to Real Space”

“Yes Sir”

On the view screen, the fog suddenly cleared as the carrier and its escort ships Emerged from T-Space a short distance away from the waiting fleet. Admiral Ba’El punched the Comm button set into the table in front of him.

“This is The Zeus; I have brought two other allied leaders to meet with you to help coordinate our activities. Would you like us to meet on your ship or on this one?”

"Come aboard my ship." I replied. "I'll have the admirals of the respective ships come over as well."

With that, I called Admiral Achilles, Commander Hallen and Admiral Spoor to come aboard the Much Ado. I had a feeling that the Balroggans had something special in mind that will require the Admirals' presences, but I would wait until they deign to deliver what they want to say, if they want to say it.

OOC: Orthodox, this is also a good time to put our little side plan in place.

In the dim light of the CIC in the Battlestar Hera, the Commander, the XO as well as the senior staff was going over the battle tactics. It looked grim, according to the hybrid, as well as the Colonial computers, the estimated death total of the assault would be around 95%. Commander Hallen looked at her Cag.

This plan is unacceptable. I need a new plan, this one is too text book.

Sir, Lt. Kalith replied, this is the best plan at the moment. Our FTL will be nearly useless, and we only have twelve Battlestars in this fleet.

Commander Hallen threw down a model of a Viper, causing it to break apart, and scatter the other models on the table.

Dismissed she said in a vicious tone.

The five other officers left the room, murmering to themselves about how the commander was asking the impossible.

Commander Hallen stared at the table. This was going to be a difficult mission, but she was determined to suceed. What she needs is to keep the enemy off balance.

Commander incoming message from the Coredian Flagship the Much Ado about Nothing

Commander Hallen walked over to the wall and pressed a button.

I will be at the CIC in a minute. she replied.

As she walked into the CIC, the two marine guards stood at attention. They were the apex of disipline, for the colonial fleet, loyal without question, the kind of people she needed at this time.

The Coredians have requested that you bring the package to the Much Ado About nothing, as well as yourself to meet with the Alliance Admirals.

Commander Hallen sighed. Tell our guest, to accompany me to the Much Ado about nothing, and get a Raptor ready. Signal the Much Ado about Nothing that we will arrive in 10 minutes.

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10 minutes later A lone Raptor unescorted takes off from the port flightdeck of the Battlestar Hera. The trip was quite short, considering the short space between ships in this sector. Commander Hallen looked at her guest, A man, in a black Colonial uniform, with a unique pistol on his side, a briefcase and a strange looking sword. It's style was similiar to a Roman style sword, yet it had a silver round metallic ball at the end of the hilt. His skin was quite pale, but his physical stature was of an olympic athlete. The man was as still as a statue as he rode in the Raptor, and quiet as a tomb.

Commander Hallen replied, "You are in for quitea treat if you have never been to a Coredian ship before, but do not be surprised, their designs somehow are very similiar to our own.

The man smiled at Commander Hallen. "Then I should have no problem finding the pub or the head if needbe. He smiled at her.

Commander Hallen was shocked by his 'joke'. Most 'guests' of the Quorium are very stiff, yet this one seems to have a slight sense of humor.

"What is your name?" she asked the man.

"I am sorry Commander, but I do not exist, and you have never seen me." he states to her with a straight face. The man turns his head to the forward canopy. "Looks like we are here, thank you so much Commander for the lift. I greatly appreciate your hospitality."

As the raptor lands on the Much Ado About Nothing, two marine guards exit the Raptor after the ship lands on the Flight deck. Moments Later Commander Hallen and her 'guest' exit the ship.

(OOC: CW you got a TG)

Julian System | Imperial Intelligence Bureau

The young ensign ran through the endless maze of cubicle office space at break neck speed. Thousands of others, women and men, dressed just like him, were going about their work as usual. Nothing ever changed, least not a sub-level G116, one of the many levels of the Thrashian Intelligence Bureau. However one young man decided that, at least for the moment, office conformity could be thrown to Hades.

"Get out of my way!" The ensign jumped over a cart of data disks being pushed by an attractive blonde woman. She screamed and ducked as his feet came close to smashing her in the head. The man laughed as he landed on the other side. He turned his head back and shouted an apology.

Several other office workers were throw into fabric softened boards as they were shoved aside to clear a path. The ensign was yelling at the top of his lungs, trying to ge them to move faster.

"Get the gakking hell out of my way you feth-heads! This is priority one!"

Just as he was within spitting distance of the main personnel lift a giant, muscled arm came out of no-where and dropped him cold. "Feth!" The ensign rubbed his throat and upper chest. Running at top speed to be stopped on a dime didn't feel good. He looked up and wished he hadn't.

"What the hell you think you're doing to my office Ensign Dorman?!" yelled Chief Kalister. Kalister had been a career intelligence bureau manager for well over 20 years. The man was a bull. Tall, meaty, muscled like an in-human beef-jockey, and a temper to match his bulk. "You think you can just run around playing games of 'Hide from the Xeno'? The feth you can! Not in my office."

"S-sir! I got really, really important information concerning one of our-"

"I don't want to fething hear it! If you got info you go through the regular channels!"

"B-but-"

"No FETHING BUTS!"

Ensign Dorman sighed and let his chin fall to his chest in defeat. His long, lank brown hair shielded his eyes from his boss. He stood up and half-bowed to Chief Kalister. "I am very sorry sir. I did not mean to disturb anyone. I will proceed to go through normal channels," he said in a monotone voice.

Kalister's eyebrows rose and he looked very hard at Dorman. He sniffed, as if he could detect any lying or insult that might have been hinted from the lowly office ensign before him. Please, thought Dorman, please just say 'feth' and go back to beating your hams somewhere else.

The chief made a harumpf and turned his head away in disgust. "Get your fething butt back in order ensign. Don't let me see you like this again."

"Yes sir," said Dorman, trying hard not to sound relieved. The huge chief rumbled away like some storm headed to a new front. Dorman acted like he was gathering papers and stayed where he was. He looked up to see if Kalister had turned back, and when he saw that he hadn't, bolted like a fired bullet to the lift door.

He pressed the 'UP' button repeatedly. He waited for less than three minutes, chewing his nails, until the doors separated and a female computer voice asked him to please step onboard.

"Destination?" asked the computer. The voice was sweet, reminding Dorman of a girl he use to date before dumping her for some reason.

"Yes! I n-need Level A-1. I need to get to Colonel Bowen's office!" Dorman said, plaintively.

"Destination locked. Please hold the rail."

Without any further warning the lift rocketed upwards. It felt like gravity had increased ten-fold. Dorman fell to a knee and gripped the rail as if it were his last chance for life. Sounds of wind passing by were echoing through the small elevator, a small mechanical chime sounding off the number of floors they passed.

When they passed by the 308th floor, a warning chime sounded. With a sudden jolt the entire car came to a halt. Dorman thought he felt his head graze the ceiling for a moment. He fell into a heap onto the floor. His shirt and tie were a mess.

"Destination reached. Please exit the lift safely. Have a nice day!" Now Dorman remembered why it was he had dumped that girl.

He picked himself up and walked into a wooden panel walled hallway. Every ten meters a black marble urn sat with a extravagant, lush tree sitting in each. Pleasant lights that didn't hurt the eyes hung from the ceiling and lit the hallway. Soft background music, comforting and relaxing, was playing. Dorman got the sense that he didn't belong in the place at all. Coughing, he walked out of the lift and was happy to see the doors close.

He walked to the end of the hall where a single wooden door was. Gold letters on a black metal panel were the only adornments to it. It said 'Intelligence Bureau Chief: Colonel Bowen' on the panel. Dorman gulped and knocked on the door.

There was a click and the door opened. He entered into another room where a large fountain was in the center. A huge metal sculpture was sitting on a plinth in the middle of the bursting streams of water. Emperor Treize Kushrenada, shown in his classic military dress uniform, holding a sword and battle standard. It was so realistic that Dorman was lost for a moment. A voice brought him back.

"Can I help you?"

He turned to see a woman sitting behind a desk piled with papers, pens, and data slates. She had marble-white, perfect skin, luscious pink lips, and an ample amount of cleavage peeking through a form fitting green-black office-type jacket. Her silky red hair fell in tresses about her shoulders. Her blue eyes were giving a disapproving stare.

"U-um, yea, I needed to see Colonel Bowen. Is he busy? Its really urgent! You see the Coredians and the Abh-"

"I'm sorry Colonel Bowen is busy right now," said the woman. "Can I make you an appointment? Or maybe you can wait here?"

"N-no! I really need to speak with him now!" Dorman was on the verge of tears. He'd tried more than a dozen times calling the different group-head chiefs of the Intelligence Bureau. They'd all been either busy screwing their secretaries, playing volim, or out to lunch. Colonel Bowen had been his last hope. Dorman cracked.

He jumped around for a moment and cried out. He mumbled something about the Emperor and walked over to the statue. He didn't seem to notice the water as he stepped into it and hugged the statue.

"You'll listen to me! Won't you, your majesty? yes! YES! That's right! I spent a day figuring it out with my contacts! How did I do it? It took so long! Its happening right now! You have to warn Admiral Daala in Asfaltum!" He kissed the statue on the forehead and slumped to the feet of it. He began yelling for something incoherently. More tears and curses.

By that time Colonel Bowen's secretary had pressed a red button on her desk. Two armored intelligence agents walked in with energy cuffs. They picked up the sobbing man and dragged him out of the office.

The secretary sniffed and sighed. She rolled back from her desk and looked down. Colonel Bowen came out from under her desk and was wiping himself off with a handkerchief. The red-head rolled her skirt back down and smiled at her employer.

"What was that all about Alyson?" asked the colonel.

"I don't know sir. The man seemed in hysterics about some piece of intelligence. Seemed too much of a loony for me though."

"He sounded like it. Anything on my list?"

"Ah, yes, your wife called to ask what to cook for dinner."

Cufadiss looked at his screen pecularily. "Uh ma'am...we are receiving a message from the Coredian vessel and they are requesting your pressence. Apparently their is something they wish to discuss with all involved."

Spoor's eyes sunk as she let out a heavy sigh. "Why can't they just do this via communication links? It would be so much more effecient this way and I would not be bothered with trivial affairs."

"Perhaps they wish to discuss the upcoming battle strategy."

Spoor's crimson red eyes drifted over to her chief of staff. "Must I repeat myself? That is something that could be easily done over proper channels. Now I'll have to wrest myself from beautiful throne on my precious ship to be among landers. Besides, I did not reach the rank of admiral by dogmatically following a predetermined battle plan. Things change during battle and a decent commander changes with it."

Cufadiss looked at her questioningly. "So shall I inform them that you will not be attending?"

The admiral stood and stretched by extending her arms all the way up to the ceiling. "No. There is also the reputation of the Dutchess Latopanyu and I shall not be thought of as rude."

Spoor adjusted her command saber and then straigthened her tiara before heading down to shuttle bay. Before too much longer, a shuttle carrying Admiral Spoor was parked outside the Coredian ship.

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OOC:

I guess the others are not posting anything for their leaders so I will make a general post to get us together.



IC


The Zeus came alongside The Much Ado and connected to one of the docking tubes.

This is Admiral Ba'El. I am comming aboard to discuss the upcomming mission we have. Please expect us.


Ba'El led the others if they wanted to follow. He walked through The Zeus to the docking tube and crossed over to the other ship. After meeting an expected escort, he eventually showed up in the same room with Daniel, the Prince, and his captain, who immediately stood at attention when he entered the room.

OOC: Yeah. It's just you, me, Abh and Orthodox, since we're the ones that appear to be fighting now.

IC:
Now that we are all gathered here and the Colonials' 'package' has been delivered to us, we are now ready to finalize the battle plans in my little conference room. Refreshments have been served in case they want it.

According to the manifest, the meeting consists of Me, Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura (the three have been transferred from Coredia), Commander Hallen and the operative, Admiral Achilles (3rd Fleet), Captain Holland (Coredia), Doron, Admiral Spoor and last but certainly not least, Admiral Ba'el and his captain. I hope I didn't miss anyone.

"Right. Now that we have come together, the meeting can begin." I said. "Our first agenda: Admiral Ba'el appears to have something to discuss with us. Admiral, if you please?"

As the two Colonials walk through the Much Ado About Nothing, Commander Hallen looked around in wonder. She was in awe as she was escorted through the ship, the Holographic enterface with the Floating Head AI, was truly a sight to be seen. She could not get her mind around the fact that the interior design of the Coredian Ships, so easily mimmiced the Colonial ships, there very designs. Her thoughts began to stray, if somehow the two races were somehow related, sharing a common origin, forgotten in the past, predating Kobal.

Her guest however was not sharing in her experience. This man, whose name was not mentioned, walked through emotionless, as if this were a common place situation, as if he had done this a thousand times before, and would do it a thousand times again. If he felt anything, his face and body language did not show it. The man was as cold as stone, and as hard as a diamond.

The two Colonials entered the briefing room. As they took a look around, they saw the Emperor of the Coredians Daniel, and another few representitives from another species.

Commander Hallen immediatly saluted, as she entered the room, to Daniel, and to the other representitives of the fleet. The man smiled slightly, as he entered the room, and removed his sunglasses.

Both of them were dressed in the colonial uniform, but the man's was different. It was black, instead of blue, and lacked any kind of metal or rank insignia. He had on his hip, a unique pistol, and a sword, as well as carrying a briefcase.

Commander Hallen walked over to the other delegates (Balrooga).

"I am Commander Hallen, commander of BSG 12, of the Twelve Colonies of Kobal. It is a pleasure to meet you in person."

As the meeting began, the two colonials sat in their assigned chairs, the man placed his briefcase on the floor of the room. Commander Hallen took a seat, awaiting to hear the plan that the Coredian's and their allies had invented. However she also had her own ideas...

OOC: I’m back. Obviously you guys have been taking liberties during my absence; belittling my ground-forces. I hope you don’t mind if I set the records straight and return the favour. Btw, whatever happened to Chronosia, Ed and Ganoxa?

IC:
The Asfaltum generals looked at the various holographic images displayed in front of them. For the moment, everything was going according to their expectations. What the Imperials obviously didn’t know, was that throughout the history of Asfaltum, with its’ share of internal conflicts and wars, Asfaltum had adopted the habit of constructing most of its’ military installations underground. These installations, ranging from airfields to factories, were highly defendable, being unaffected from orbital bombardment. The only way of taking them out required ground-forces to attack entrances located in strategic positions, which they had to locate in the first place. Thus, the orbital bombardment hardly even affected these widespread underground networks, although it did cause quite some devastation on ground-level.
This, among other things enabled Asfaltum to hang on to its’ air supremacy for quite a long time, which proved effective when counteracting enemy troops landing.

Upon entering the upper atmosphere, the landing troops would be greeted by large calibre Ion cannons and a barrage of other lethal weaponry, including the highly irritating blasts from engine-disruptor cannons, which were designed to take out the landing-crafts’ engines, and make them drop to what would be a certain death, wave after wave. At lower altitudes they would have to face a large, well-equipped, and vicious armada of fighter-craft, intent on limiting the amount of enemies who would reach the ground.

On the ground, military ground forces resided in all major cities, inviting the predictable Imperials to surround and attack them, while the bulk of Asfaltum forces were being moved under-ground. At a give signal, they would surface outside (behind) the ring of enemy forces besieging the cities, thus taking them completely by surprise. But the time for that had not come, yet.

Command Bunker:
Counsellor Strategorum watched the Phenixican message…
From:Imperial Center of Transportation

The Phenixican Empire due to it's current position is activating the warpgate to transport all possible people from Asfaltum into Imperial space, Please give permission to activate and the entrance wormhole will open near your capital and be ready to recieve your ships.

This has been given permission to go ahead from the Imperial Commissioner himself, Admiral Kitra of the Ruidian Fleet will meet you and you will be escorted to where you need to go inside the Empire.

The Emperor has also tole me to say.........(talks in the background) do i really have to say this? (turns head back and continues talking) The Galactic Empire smells like a donkeys buttom (Laughing is heard is the background and cheerful talking continues)

Thank you for your time. …and then sent a reply:
I’m afraid that opening the Warp gate will be impossible due to the enemies’ use of FTLi, which effectively is isolating us. It seems as if we will have to fight on our own in this hopeless struggle. We hope that should we perish, you will bring word of our struggle to the rest of the galaxy, so that our last stand may live on among the tales of war. Goodbye for now, friend.

“Sir, we are detecting Imperial craft landing on a patch of desert…” an officer remarked, slightly confused. “So… the Emperor has found the tomb… how predictable…” Several generals turned to look at Strategorum, slightly questioning glances. “Ahem… nothing special…” he said, touching his long white beard. “Just an antiquity we users of the Force have in common… I was there myself once... I have made arrangements for one of my long-time friends to “escort” the Emperor throughout his stay in that particular cave system (quite a dangerous task), and notify me of any further developments that may arise…” – “…such as the extinction of a particularly fascinating arachnid species…” a hollow voice continued from a dark corner across the room. Out from the shadows stepped a man, dressed in dark clothes, wearing sunglasses and built as a body-builder. “My goodness, you were fast…” Strategorum turns to face the man, who puts up a nonchalant mock-expression, “Oh, I was here a long time ago, was just waiting for things to chill out a bit…” Strategorum smiles, turns to the assembled generals. “Let me present to you my dear friend, who goes by the name of ‘Riddick’.” Turns to him. “I heard that on your last adventure you ended up commanding an empire of Necromongers…” turns away, “too bad, they could have been useful in our current situation…” "Shall we discuss my mission?” Riddick steps up to the holographic map, while the generals stared at him.

'This is Battlespace Domination Task Force Minotaur reporting as scheduled. Do you copy Imperial Forces?'

The Aumanii comms officers waited, listening attentively to the pop and whistle of dead air before the booming, nasal, voice of his counterpart returned.

'Minotaur, this is The Soulflayer. You are cleared to enter the combat zone.'

The Chronosian reminded the Aumanii of Dracula, you know, from those old movies...

'Roger, roger. Minotaur inbound.'

Minotaur, the large Aumanii battle carrier, was accompanied by her Task Force of eighteen other vessels as they took the long way into the system, moving at lightspeed through the FTLi to prearranged observer positions. Their official mission was not combat related, only to observe the battle and train alongside their Chronosian friends...a relationship that had been left unattended for too long and that the Aumanii hoped to rekindle. However, in reality, the Aumanii were there to provide sophisticated intelligence gathering equipment and help relay communications from ground forces in the event of an invasion. Also, several elite Commando units were in attendance as well.

Aumanii Fleet Colonel Leon Ephialtes had arrived a few days earlier and had just settled into his place aboard the Chronosian Flagship where he would do his best to learn from, and hopefully teach, some new procedures...in the spirit of cooperation, of course. He found it difficult to adjust, however, to the massive layout of the vessel itself...and the Servitors creeped him out. Where the Aumanii had sophisticated computers, robots and communications packages, the Imperials had meat, bone and sinew.

Pain and suffering define a Chronosian universe.

Each man in every walk of life throughout the Imperium has known hardship and bloodshed. From the mightiest of the Astartes to the lowest servitor-helot, each has known the taste of war and the bitter realities of serving the warp, embracing the foul power of Chaos. Each loves it. Each hungers for the day when the warp will overthrow the Material, when the Gods will make them their chosen servants and grace them with their presence. As the siege of Asfaltum begins, that day is still long off. But each brings to bear their skill and singular drive for war, for its simple brutality and its art…Each strives for the slaughter.

Plotting targeting arrays against both ground and aerial targets, the Chronosian fleet let fly with ordinance, including nuclear weapons, searing fingers of fire lashing down against the upper atmosphere and ground based assaults, to break the will of the enemy beneath a rain of flame and determination. The Gods had chosen them to fight across the very heavens, and now another pissant force stood against them. Who were they to deny the will of Chaos? Nothing. Gnats grasping at glory.

As the first sunbursts detonated within the upper atmosphere occured, radiating with heat and light comparable only to the nuclear furnaces of a solar detonation, the fighters that had languished in orbit lanced through the flaming atmosphere, to deal death to fighter and offensive weaponry. The Chronosians were not fools, not idle vagabonds who jaunted from world to world. They had practiced war for centuries, millennia even. When they took a world, they left it broken beneath their boots, when they made an entrance, they blew a hole in the world…Nothing else would suffice.

Imperial Forces, in the name of the divine Warmaster, the Emperor’s will made manifest, Lord of his Armies and Master of his Fleets, the order is given. Commence bombardment of Asfaltum in areas not designated as priority Alpha for his protection. All Imperial warships are called on to establish total aerial superiority.

This is the will of the Emperor, let it be done.

Drop pods arced towards the world from the bellies of countless Imperial vessels, the first wave popping and bursting all across the designated landing zones, peppering the air with sensor decoys and electronic countermeasures. The following waves hurtled down, filled with battle hungry Astartes, as landers braved the maelstrom laden with Imperial Guardsmen. Devotional hymns echoed on every channel, dark prayers to blood and victory over their impotent foe, even as the guns in orbit hammered and pounded at the rebellious world.

Achaeus snarled as he opened communications to Hakar’s flagship, the Bloodspiller, his bloodlust burning like a flame within the heart of his ceramite armour, twin hearts forcing the blood through his system. He was the Warmaster’s proxy, the instrument of his will and the will of Khorne. Later he would inform Ameeron of his role in the slaughter to come, the enemy ground beneath the heel of Khorne and Nurgle.

The Gods would rejoice.

“Lord Primarch, we are working to establish a safe means of transportation to the surface north of their Capital. In coordination with the Thrashians, we shall crush the enemy. Tactical disposition are being shared and demanded on secure channels. Very soon we will grace this battlefield with our full might, and they will cower before Khorne’s hunger.”

”Excellent, Captain. The Warmaster will be pleased once this world is in our hands. The Death Companies of the Blood Furies are ready. They will kill and die in the name of Khorne…And this world shall bleed by his axe.”

“As best it is. These mongrels will fall to the Empire, but it shall be the Imperium who strike the killing blow.”

The Necrominus opened up distant from the enemy system, yet nothing came out. However if one were to run a level 4 diagnostic scan from their ship's sensors, they will pick up a faint trail of Tachyon particles and Chroniton particles emerging from the abyss. These were created by a ship unknown to the rest of the galaxy, save but a few. The aptly named Nosferatu a Symphony of Horror, emerged in Phase Cloak bearing the Kirtir Lord whom few have met and even fewer who survived to tell the tale. Lord Vorman hovered in mid air in the Nosferatu's bridge, his ghostly yellow eyes gazing around the room.

"My lord, we have just entered the Asfaltum system. Ship's weaponry standing by as soon as we switch cloaks. And we just got a message from the Chronosians sir. They're ordering for a full bombardment of the planet in question. Shall I have your drop pod stand by?"

::Of course lieutenant. I'm ready to lead the team to the surface and meet the Emperor. Asfaltum shall burn before the mighty empire,:: the Phantom hissed in reply, ::Move the Nosferatu into standard bombarding formation as we near the planet. You shall release the drop pods as soon as we're within range.::

The Lieutenant saluted, "Aye sir..."
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The main fleet...

Shelentiave paced upon the bridge, impatiently waiting for the Empire's next move. Luckily for her, she could stop waiting, "my Lady!" A comm's officer rushed up to the Kirtir Lord, "my lady, new orders from the Chronosians. They're ordering for an full bombardment of the planet."

Shelentiave raised her eyes, "Full bombardment?" The Lieutenant nodded his head, "very well then. Launch every single fighter we have in the fleet, and launch torpedoes. However, keep an eye out for any other... Possible enemy fighters. Coming from the outside of the system."

The comm's officerr raised his eyes, "ma'am?"

"There's something going on out there, I can feel the presence of the Light Side just outside of this system. I want you to be ready the instant we pick up anything on our long range scanners." Shelentiave sighed, "oh what the fuck. Commence long range bombardment, then once we get closer, I want the fleet to move into orbital bombardment."

"Aye ma'am. Commencing bombardment, and launching all transports and fighters."

Admiral Goering noted that the Chronosians and the Huntaerians had entered the system.

"Lieutenant," He called to his Communications Officer, "Greet our allies if you would be so kind."

"Right away M'lord," He replied.


"Greetings Huntaerian and Chronosian Allies. We are glad you could arrive. Any services you may require can be used from our fleet. The enemies of the Empire shall be crushed beneath our iron fists."

The Necrominus opened up distant from the enemy system, yet nothing came out. However if one were to run a level 4 diagnostic scan from their ship's sensors, they will pick up a faint trail of Tachyon particles and Chroniton particles emerging from the abyss. These were created by a ship unknown to the rest of the galaxy, save but a few. The aptly named Nosferatu a Symphony of Horror, emerged in Phase Cloak bearing the Kirtir Lord whom few have met and even fewer who survived to tell the tale. Lord Vorman hovered in mid air in the Nosferatu's bridge, his ghostly yellow eyes gazing around the room.

"My lord, we have just entered the Asfaltum system. Ship's weaponry standing by as soon as we switch cloaks. And we just got a message from the Chronosians sir. They're ordering for a full Imperius Exterminatus of the planet in question. Shall I have your drop pod stand by?"

::Of course lieutenant. I'm ready to lead the team to the surface and meet the Emperor. Asfaltum shall burn before the mighty empire,:: the Phantom hissed in reply, ::Move the Nosferatu into standard bombarding formation as we near the planet. You shall release the drop pods as soon as we're within range.::

The Lieutenant saluted, "Aye sir..."
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The main fleet...

Shelentiave paced upon the bridge, impatiently waiting for the Empire's next move. Luckily for her, she could stop waiting, "my Lady!" A comm's officer rushed up to the Kirtir Lord, "my lady, new orders from the Chronosians. They're ordering for an full bombardment of the planet."

Shelentiave raised her eyes, "Imperius Exterminatus?" The Lieutenant nodded his head, "very well then. Launch every single fighter we have in the fleet, and launch torpedoes. However, keep an eye out for any other... Possible enemy fighters. Coming from the outside of the system."

The comm's officerr raised his eyes, "ma'am?"

"There's something going on out there, I can feel the presence of the Light Side just outside of this system. I want you to be ready the instant we pick up anything on our long range scanners." Shelentiave sighed, "oh what the fuck. Commence long range bombardment, then once we get closer, I want the fleet to move into orbital bombardment."

"Aye ma'am. Commencing bombardment, and launching all transports and fighters."

OOC: Not Exterminatus, just bombardment. If I want Exterminatus I'll ask for it. We're not destroying the world. Just blowing through his defences.

OOC: *innocent voice* I don't know what you're talking about

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The emperor bathed in contemplation, here was a realm strong with the force; a realm barren and lifeless upon the surface yet below, below the fate of an empire lay. Palpatines own existence depended upon his visions, his destiny. As he surveyed his fate Palpatine raised his arms in protection from a mighty explosion rocking one of the great diggers now deep within an excavation pit. "Sabotage." Tarkin seethed as he stepped closer to the emperor. "This will delay progress slightly your majesty." Palpatine remained indignant, ignoring the possible implications.

"Just, just get it done Tarkin." The title Moff was left absent like a cloaked yet stabbing threat. Moving outside of the great tent Tarkin passed both Lady Nightshade, Lord Vorman and Lord Vader, all arriving at once, all here at the same time. Tarkin did not believe in the destiny the emperor so often talked about, he despised the notion of fate, yet here and now, his belief in coincidences was directly challenged almost, almost mocked.

"Maxilius, please tell me, just how incompetent the storm trooper core is to have such obvious failings in security." An irate Moff pointed to the smoking wreck of a digger now bursting into flames. "Only a few hundred meters away from the emperor himself!"

"It was not sabotage Moff Tarkin." Maxilius stood his ground. "And next time you refer to the core like that, I will snap your neck." Tarkin laughed at the threat carefully noting it.

"Be careful trooper, lest I snap yours." The Moff left with an aloof smile upon his face, perhaps he could have Vader deal with him. The dark lord enjoyed the more brutal aspects of the chain of command just a tad more so than himself. Tarkin continued to walk away from the command tent heading instead to the closest Star Destroyer.

Palpatine now reclined upon his throne, an exact replica of the one upon the Death Star. On one arm lay an entire host of controls as to what purpose they served isolated from any battlestation only the emperor was aware, on the other a vacant slot holding a silver baton - the emperor own lightsabre. He felt another gust of wind upon his face as Nightshade, Vader and Vorman entered all three lowering to their knees. "Rise my friends." Palpatine raised his hand in a small motion. "The force... .. . is revealing destiny." A smile crept along his lips as an Imperial Guardsmen entered the tent.

"Majesty, we have completed the excavation. The complex is now open to you."

"Excellent.... excellent. Order our forces to enter the network, secure the area I shall be foll...."

His mind snapped like a twig as the force consumed him as though he were a child tossed to the flame. He glimpsed Naboo, the shattered moons and crisped planet engulfed in red darkness, a tear searing the system like a realm of eternal torment.

"....owing shortly." Palpatine paused for a moment. "Yes... shortly." Vader, Nightshade and Vorman looked on curious as to the emperors senility.

In orbit

The Super Star Destroyer Executor hovered above Asfaltum, her guns pointed downwards favouring the densely populated regions. Acting Admiral Netter had assumed command of the mighty behemoth, his eyes focused upon the holographic representations of the planet. Outside he could see the countless flashes of lass and turbolaser fire from allied forces, yet his own had yet to sunder the enemy with Imperial justice. He stood still for a moment taking in the silence of the bridge, then licking his lips he gave the order perfectly. "Open fire."

“Well, it seems that the sensors have determined several rather important figures have arrived.”

The holographic display centered upon the planet and data points connected to four separate shuttles launches being sent to the planet.

“It appears we are having one hell of an “Who’s Who” convention in this area of the planet.”

The display closed in on an area of the desert with a large force bubble erected over it.

“There are signs of excavation taking place so something is happening under the surface. For some reason our sensors are unable to provide any further data. We figure it might be a combination of mineral deposits, the FTLi. And the massive jamming going on around the planet.”

The display showed the ground base from above with several points detailed including the emperor’s pavilion, the guard barracks, and the excavation site.”

“Before we decide what to do with these forces, we need to find out what they want so badly from the planet to drag so many nations here. I propose a covert mission to determine the purpose of their invasion and occupation. Meanwhile we can do several feints to draw their attention away from the cloaked stealth ship. Manufacture a gap in their armor to slip our little barbed dart. I will participate in this mission myself.”

Ba’El looked around at those assembled before them. He would have liked to inform them of the Strike Force poised in T-Space but he was under orders from the Emperor himself not to compromise the mission in any way.

“What do you say? We need a good cloaked ship to begin.”

Brivun and his wingmen came out of hyperspace and found the Zues amidst the large fleet.

"Zeus this is Admiral Brivun of the Ganoxan Alliance. Requesting clearance for landing."

After Brivun landed his fighter in the hangar and waited for his wingmen to land as well.

"This is Zeus Control. The Admiral is currently busy in a meeting on The Much Ado. You are welcome to use our ship to land and we can provide an honor guard to escort you to the Cordian ship."

After all the fliers were safely landed and pilots disembarked, the honor guard escorted them to the CW ship after alerting them of their arrival beforehand so there would be escorts waiting to take them to the meeting.



OOC:

I am not sure where exactly this take place timeline-wise but can any time after I docked with The Much Ado. If you want I imagine you can just include yourself in the meeting unless you want to RP your arrival.

Commander Hallen studied the holographic chart, especially the planet's surface. "What is so damn important here?" she thought to herself.

She then looked around the room at the leaders of the fleet, to gauge their reaction to the news, perhaps someone here had a bit more of a clue about what was going on.

"If you need access to a cloaked vessel, our Raptor Mark II's are equipted with a holo cloak, that can either mimic the appearance and transponders of a ship, as long as it is programmed into it, or it can mimmic the backdrop of space, and atmosphere. It is also equipted with steath engines, and several types of draidus countermeasures, um I mean sensor jammers. It should be enough to get us to the planet's surface. The Raptor can hold up to eight people."

She then took a look at the holographic information again, and sighed.

"Of course if such a who's who's list is on the planet, it can only mean one thing. If they find what they are looking for, then that will be bad for us, and good for them. Why should we risk lives and time trying to figure out what is going on, and possibly tip our hand that we know that they are up to something? My suggestion is to say forget whatever it is they are looking for, and obliterate the continent they are on. They are unprotected by ships on the planet's surface, and their guards can not defend the EMO priests from a massive barrage of whatever type of weapons you have. Just kill them from orbit, and get it over with. Anything they are looking for should be destroyed as well. If you desire, we can position the Battlestar Hera, into deep orbit, and we can commence the bombardment. The Hera should be able to nuke the continent completely in about 10 minutes."

Brivun listened to Hallen's proposaland responded, "So you are saying we should ruin the lives of millions and lose the trust and friendship of the Asfaltum people over this one operation the Empire has got going here? No I think we need to think strategically here and go ahead with the Covert strike. Our scientists at the relocation site have developed a new cloaking system for the new models of Arm Slave we are currently producing. We would like to volunteer one such model for this strike."

Brivun listened to Hallen's proposaland responded, "So you are saying we should ruin the lives of millions and lose the trust and friendship of the Asfaltum people over this one operation the Empire has got going here? No I think we need to think strategically here and go ahead with the Covert strike. Our scientists at the relocation site have developed a new cloaking system for the new models of Arm Slave we are currently producing. We would like to volunteer one such model for this strike."

"The Asfaltum people have surrendered. The Asfaltum people since surrenedering have shown they have no trust in you to save them. They are now collaborators. As such they are the same as the Empire. I doubt any of you have any concerns about the lives on the star destroyers that you destroy, or the solders that you destroy in battle. This is no different. You destroy your enemy in war. If your enemy goes to ground, leave them no ground to go to. War is nasty, people die. The most important thing to rememeber is not to leave your enemy a beachhead, or a stronghold. Destroy it, the Emperor and the thing they are looking for, and the Empire itself will quickly collapse. If you take my suggestion the empire may very well die today.

If this covert strike fails, and the Emperor escapes along with his who's who, then how many more billions of people will die. Sometimes you have to do the ultimate sin, in order to survive and win." Commander Hallen says in a very stern voice. After all it is better to kill a few million collaborators, then to allow the Emperor and his command staff to live, and have them kill billions of innocent people, perhaps even your own people when they come for your homeworld.

Could you live with yourself days, months or even years from now when the empire is at your door, and the Emperor forces you on your knees, is killing your subjects, and takes out his glowstick and cuts your head off. How will you feel on that day, when you think back to this moment and knew that you had the chance to kill him, and failed to do so because of your conscious?"

"I suggest we use the destruction of the continent as a last resort." I said, aheming to get their attention. I'm not willing to do such an atrocity, of course, but it's still an option if I want to go the ruthless route. "As it is, Balrogga's covert plan goes hand in hand with my own plan of taking out the Emperor while he's vulnerable like this. This may be our only chance of dealing with the Emperor and his merry band of cronies, and I see that Lady Nightshade and one of Huntaer's Dark Lords may be among them. I suggest we use the Much Ado About Nothing, my personal transport. It carries the latest stealth and cloaking technologies (brought to you by Vector Industries, of course) and much as I like the Raptor, the Much Ado has a better chance at surviving, being a larger craft."

"That's the way we'll go, I guess." Naruto said. "What about the diversion?"

"You're the diversion expert." Sasuke shrugged.

"All right, I guess." Naruto took a deep breath. "I suggest the craziest, most unlikely plan we'll manage. I suggest a direct attack on the Executor."

Admiral Achilles frowned. "But what of the FTLi? If we wish to attack the Executor, we will be forced to attack through light-minutes of space."

"True, but we have our long-range friends to help." Naruto grinned. "The Third Fleet's Artillery Star Destroyers have been 'upgraded' right?"

"Yes, but..." A light bulb then appeared over the Admiral's head. I grinned and turned it off. "It's crazy, but it might just work. And we might have a chance at destroying the Empire's symbol of might...and best of all, it's in bombardment position as we can see here. It will take some time for it to get it's act together."

"And the Death Star?" Someone else asked.

"We ignore it." I replied at once. "Now's not the time to deal with it. Even if it uses it's superlaser, we ignore it. The Third Fleet will be the spearhead. I suggest we make the FTLi platforms a priority so that the Abh and Colonial forces could use their tactical FTL systems with more impunity."

Not to mention Shunshin Jump. I didn't add. We could jump through one, maybe two of the FTLi systems, but with hundreds, even that technique would tear the ships apart.

"As you wish." Admiral Achilles replied with a nod.

"Coredia will flank the Third Fleet, taking out all the other threats to our mission. Once enough of the FTLi systems have gone down, the Abh and Colonial forces will attack at once, adding more and more confusion to the battle. In fact, Commander Hallen, leave a Raptor II or two with Admiral Achilles' flagship so that it could send the message to attack." I said. I glanced at Admiral Ba'el. "And that leaves Balrogga. I don't know what you'll bring to this theater, but I suggest you move with the Abh and Colonials for the coup de grace. All of us combined should be enough to take out the Executor."

"And that leaves us with the strike team. Whether we succeed or not, the diversion should be enough for the Much Ado About Nothing to get through quickly and stealthily. We'll move in as just one more ship and then the fog of war should do it's work as we go into cloak."

"That will be the plan. Any questions or comments?" I asked.

When Daniel began to speak, Commander Hallen stopped arguing with the Genoxian Admiral. SHe listened very attentively at Daniel, and the Coredian delegation about the upcoming battle strategy. Although she felt this move would prove to be a waste of lives, she was ordered to be under the Coredian command during this incursion, and since the Coredian's made up their mind about the mission, it was not her place to speak up anymore.

"Of course, I will order two Raptors to go onboard the Star Destroyer Ankylosaur immediately, along with a few pilots." Commander Hallen stated, with a hesitant look on her face. Do you wish that they be armed with anything, or do you just wish to use them to notify us when the FTLi's are disabled?"

"I would also like to place on the "Much Ado about Nothing" a few marine squads, along with a cylon scouting party. This way if the scouts are somehow spotted first then we will not lose valuable lives.

As for the Colonial Fleet they will await here until the Raptors come back to the area. One request I do have, since you are going so deep into the occupied space, we still have not heard from our two ships in this region. If at all possible could you do a passive scan for them, they were in the area of the 5th planet in the system. I would take it as a personal favor if this could be done."

She then clears her throat. "If I may, one last suggestion, when the Much Ado about nothing cloaks, someone may notice her missing. I would recommend we place a third Raptor on board. At the moment you wish to cloak the Much Ado about Nothing, the Raptor could initate the holo cloak system, to appear to be the Much Ado about Nothing. All we need to do is place the transponder codes into the computer, as well as hyperactive details of the outside, and no one will notice that the ship is missing. In order to successfully shift the Raptor, I would suggest that we magnetcally seal it to the Much Ado abot Nothing's hull. Then as the Ado begins to cloak, the Raptor can begin to mimmic the Ado. It should enhance our ability to make it to the planet's surface alive, and undetected.

"An excellent suggestion, it would provide an alibi for The Much Ado. If the ship is there they will not look for it near the planet."

Ba'El made some adjustments to the display and pulled back from the planet. There were several groups of ships from each nation showing the different layers of defense on the planet.

“Making a strike against the planet will not work because of the thousands of ships that are much better armed and armored between us and them. We have to travel for hours at sub-light speed through the FTLi fields to even get within visual range of the planet. They will throw everything they have at us to stop us from reaching a firing position un their important people on the planet. No, destruction of the planet is not possible. The strike against The Executor would be better, but still as impossible. It will take considerable less weapons fire to disable the FTLi generators aboard the flagship and that will allow us to move in more ships or to leave if we have to."

"The destruction of the symbol of the Empire would cause a crushing blow to their morale.”

“If you can take those FTLi generators down, there will be assistance arriving. I have several Battlegroups positioned around Kala-Keihm and two with The Zeus here. They should give the invaders a run for their money.”



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I am not sure if your missing ships would still be in the system but if they are you might notice them in the display. I'll make that up to you since I don't know your transponders or signatures to identify them from the invaders.

OOC: It is ok, that is on a side thread with Unified Sith. I only mentioned it, since it would be in character for the commander to ask about one of the main reasons I am in this fight. It is cool with me if no one detects it. It was only a roleplaying device, nothing to be taken seriously.

Brivun just remembered something about what else was on the planet. He decided to inform the Commanders. "We have an Arm Slave Battalion stationed on Asfaltum due to a previous threat. If you can link up with the garrison I am sure they can assist with you. Also may our prototype cloaking AS participate in this operation."

Meanwhile on Ganoxa...

General Grenzer was in his tent, looking for any gaps in the defense, when a subordinate came in and gave him a report. "Sir remaining MAC cannons have been successfully adapted to ground combat. We are renaming it the MAA. Magnetic Accelerated Artillery."

"Thank you sergeant," Grenzer saluted," dismissed."

The Sergeant walked out of the tent and left the general to his thoughts.

So far no one has attacked the planet. Well no matter the more time they waste the more entrenched we become. Grenzer thought

Brivun just remembered something about what else was on the planet. He decided to inform the Commanders. "We have an Arm Slave Battalion stationed on Asfaltum due to a previous threat. If you can link up with the garrison I am sure they can assist with you. Also may our prototype cloaking AS participate in this operation."

Meanwhile on Ganoxa...

General Grenzer was in his tent, looking for any gaps in the defense, when a subordinate came in and gave him a report. "Sir remaining MAC cannons have been successfully adapted to ground combat. We are renaming it the MAA. Magnetic Accelerated Artillery."

"Thank you sergeant," Grenzer saluted," dismissed."

The Sergeant walked out of the tent and left the general to his thoughts.

So far no one has attacked the planet. Well no matter the more time they waste the more entrenched we become. Grenzer thought

OOC: I think my fleet is in orbit above your planet....want to have a ground war?

OOC: Use the OOC thread.

Colonials: "I like your plan (and the Cylon idea), Commander." I grinned. "A new take on the old switcheroo is always a good idea. Very well, you may execute the plan as soon as you can, and for Force's sake, make sure all three of those Raptors are armed to the teeth. It wouldn't do well to come into the battlefield unarmed..."

Balrogga: Admiral Achilles took the Balroggan Admiral's suggestions. "Once we make for the Executor itself, the FTLi generators will be one of many targets of our ships. Be as it may though, our main priority are the Interdictor Cruisers dotting the area. Their overlapping generators are troublesome enough as it is. Taking out the Interdictors, especially the ones closest to the Executor will give you a window from which to exit FTL before the Imperials begin closing the holes. That will be our best chance at destroying it."

"We have little time as it is now." I said, checking my watch. "It is time to begin our plan. Phase One will commence in ten minutes. Any last-minute items can be sent to me or Admiral Achilles for consideration, but let's not make the plan more complicated than it already is. The meeting is adjourned."

And that, as they say, was that. The commanders of their respective fleets headed back to their ships and I used the last ten minutes to check up on the Much Ado's systems. Finally, the last two minutes arrived and I used the time to make a short speech.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Combined Fleet. There's not much to say other than to say that I'm proud to be fighting arm in arm with you. You know what we must do, and you know there's only one way out for this mission: victory. Let the Empire tremble before our strength! Let the Sith know what it means to fight the Alliance! Let the fools who seek our destruction be destroyed in turn! Good luck, and good hunting. May the Force be with you."

With that, there was one last command to make.

"Engage."

As Commander Hallen landed on the Battlestar Hera, she ran over to the deck chief. Pushing past the marines and the pilots that were on the flight deck, she grabbed him on the shoulder, and yanked him around so hard that he almost fell down.

"Hey what do you think you are... oh I am sorry sir how may I help you."

"I need you to rig a Mark II Raptor's holocloak and transponder system to mimmic the Much Ado about nothing, and you have ten minutes to do this."

"Sir, ten minutes, we need a full system spec, and how are we going to deliver the raptor to the Coredians?"

"We will magnetically seal it to the hull, here are the specs. Commander Hallen pushed a disk into his hand. Get to work."

"Yes sir."

As she left the cheif, a deckhand walks up to him.

"What was that about?"

"We have to do the impossible. Ok lets get a move on we got an hours work and ten minutes to do it in. Grab that Raptor over there, and get to work.

The deckgang ran over to raptor 21 and began to over haul the mimmic systems and holo cloak. They swarmed the raptor like bees on a hive.

Commander Hallen then ran to the CIC, where the staff was going over the new Coredian plan.

The XO looks at the commander with a worried look. "Sir, this plan looks like a suicide run. Even if they suceed in destroying the Super Star destroyer, they have enough ships in the area to obliterate us.

Commander Hallen responds, "I know, I know but orders are orders. I want two marine squads transfered to the Much ado about nothing, as well as two raptors assigned to the Anklysaur. Get a heavy raider as well, along with a cylon boarding party and transfer it to the Much Ado About Nothing. I want the marines and the cylons armed to the teeth. Load the Raptors with Ship to Ship Nuclear Missles, and decoy missles. We are going on a trip.

The XO replies, "Aye sir, Come on you heard her, what are you waiting for move it now."

The CIC begins to rush to activity. They had a lot of work to do in minimum time. Commander Hallen thought to herself, this plan had better work.

Moments later the com rang on the CIC.

Commander Hallen picked it up, the chief was on the other line.

Sir we have the program uploaded, but it would appear that due to the slower computer on the Raptor, it will begin to activate the holocloak one second after the much ado about nothing cloaks. Also we have some concerns about the raptor being strapped to the hull through a hyperspace portal. Our raptors are not designed to travel through such windows.

Commander Hallen smiles. This flaw could work to our advantage, she says. Make the holocloak look like the cloaking device onboard the Much Ado About Nothing failed. And make sure the raptor is loaded down with as many weapons as possible.

"Yes sir."

The deck chief hangs up. Damn woman really does want the impossible, he says. Ok get the cloak ready, and get that bird in the tubes.

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T-2 minutes to the plan begins.

Three raptors and a heavy raider take off. The raptor lands by the engine on the much ado about nothing and magnetically seals to the hull. Hopefully the emmissions from the enigines would hide it's existance. The cylon heavy raider loaded down with a cylon scouting party and two marine squards land on the much ado about nothing.

Inside the heavy raider, the marines looked uneasy. Most of them would never have thought that they would be working on a mission with a cylon centurion, let alone 2 feet away from one. The glowing red eye was most unnerving to the solders, who were trained to kill such vicious machines.

One marine states, "Who would have thought this would be possible 5 years ago..."

The other two raptors land in the Star Destroyer Ankylosaur. The time for battle has begun.

"Sir our birds are on target, and have landed" the draidus officer states.

"Good, then let us begin" Commander Hallen says as she looks back at the planning table. "And let us pray the lords of Kobal are with us."

She picks up the com, "Set Condition one, and prepare to jump. And may the gods protect us. Good hunting."