NationStates Jolt Archive

The Vzxlackian vessels approached the outer skirts of the solar system hidden under the veil of cloak. A single, massive ship, a dreadnought, 20 kilometers in length, led the group of ten other battleships. Scans had revealed a budding population of life in this system, possibly a colony judging by the level of technology found. It was ripe for conquering.

The primary signs of civilization were on the moons of a massive gas giant. Three moons showed sign of settlement, two of which were in the Trojan points of the gas giant. Surprisingly, there even seemed to be attempts at colonizing the upper atmosphere of the gas giant itself. The populace seemed quite ingenuous to pull off such a feat, but soon they would be under the thrall of the Vzxlackian Empire.

The eleven powerfully armed ships closed in on the planet, keeping at a distance that would not affect the gravitational bodies of the area thus potentially giving away their position. Here they would lie in wait while they sent forth a messenger to the people of this system, offering a chance for them to surrender. The messenger would be a scout ship, disembarked from the dreadnought, and like its parent, cloaked.

The small vessel sped towards one of the Trojan moons and immediately de-cloaked, allowing the entire system to see it. Almost immediately after revealing itself, the scout ship sent forth a message in text:

"If you value your lives over your complete annihilation, listen carefully mammalian creatures. Vzxlack conquers and controls everything it rests its eyes upon. It possesses a swarm so massive it shakes the stars with its march, so vast it drinks planets dry. All the Vzxlack requires is this, a simple offering of earth and water. A token of Elysium's submission to the will of the Exalted Hivelord and Lord Xerxes."

Life pods darted away from the battered hull of the Cruiser Horus. She listed, port side maneuvering verniers were jammed in the open position. 'My god, it's doing a barrel roll...' commented a deckhand as he watched Horus on a monitor. 'It's doing a barrel roll.' said Commander Soltek, stoically 'Knowing the difference will save your life.'

Soltek, arms crossed, watched the screen for a moment. 'Open fire with battery three.' Soltek said. White hot tracers streaked towards their target from the Naga's main guns, tearing her to pieces.

The Aumanii Battlegroup had barely been able to limp back to Elysium after the run in with the inhibitor field that had damaged its engines so badly. The Fleet was a mess, caused by the initial shock of hitting the anomalous field and by the battle that followed. Fleet General Ituenza sat in his command throne, a look of immense displeasure on his face. He just wanted the day to be over with out any more incidents. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be getting his way.

'Sir, we've received a message from...uh...source unknown. It's in text. Looks like moonspeak to me.' said the communications officer.

'Call Dr. Lam to the bridge. It's probably just some ghost message.' said Ituenza. It was common to pick up ancient radio signals this deep out. Until the good Doctor could discern what it was they had received, it would go ignored for the most part. Having no way to translate the message, the Fleet couldn't possible know the intention of the Vzxlackians...the same Aliens they had assumed they'd never see again.