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Unknown system

A Firmtrix Class Crusier, the Pulse, had spent a whole year looking for new planets to colonize. The ship was directed to go to the unknown regions of the Universe. Finally it had discovered a system of planets only a few were colonized for now, the other planets would have to wait. The Cruiser moved around 3 planets, and claimed them for the Galactic Empire of Greal. Later, it discovered a species called Remelars living on the one of the planets, the other two planets were not populated, though they may be.

The Remelars greeted the Techar troops with open hands, for years, the Remelars had been attacked by pirates and even Berraxs occasionally stopping by to take supplies. The Remelars were happy to join the Greal Galactic Empire, the deal was made, and the Techars took over the 3 planets. Later the cruiser continued to explore the rest of the region, and discovered 105 planets. The Cruiser could not colonize them all, so they sent a message to the rest of the Universe that they discovered planets, and any nation may claim them. Though the cruiser hadn't mentioned that some of the planets were occupied by another dangerous species......

OOC: Basically, this is a colonization thread. But, there will be problems with taking over the planets, like the unknown species for example. This is open to FTers only.

OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=553372)

The World of Pamp

Techar transports were landing on the planet. Millions of Remelars were going to the transports, eager to go to the Greal homeworld, while millions of Techars settled on the new planet, some were businessmen who wanted to make money out of the resources on the 3 planets, while others were Techars and humans looking for a new life.

The Frimtrix Class Cruiser, the Pulse landed on one of the unknown planets. The ship later sent out one last message.

"We have landed. Weather looks fine."

Then the ship never sent back another message. The Techars, worried that another unknown nation had captured/destroyed the cruiser sent the 7th fleet plus the 2nd Foreign fleet to protect the new planets of the empire.

OOC: Not really much to draw, 105 planets spread out. What would a map look like?

OOC: I draw a map like that?

Uncharted System
Designation: PNX-7795
Location: Twenty light years from Pamp.

The silence of space, of uncharted territories... It was something majestic, and yet strangely virginal. For hundreds of millions of years the planets had orbited their central sun, a brightly flaring orange sun. Untouched by mankind, undisturbed by the mechanical expansion through FTL travels, through cocoons of steel that protected the frail organisms from the emptiness of the interstellar void.

For the system designated PNX-7795, this silence was to be broken by the arrival of Homo Sapiens.

At the outskirts of the solar system, space buckled and cracked, the slipspace eruption vomiting a small fleet of bulky vessels into real-space. Large ships, their void-beaten hulls bearing the white-and-blue insignias of a young Terran-born civilization, curious at each step further into the galaxy.

At the bridge of the leading vessel, the KATK Thunderer, lieutenant commander Calew Viljane turned on his command chair to look at the sensor operator on his left side.

"What do you see?" he asked, as the view of the system spread open before them. They were still too far away to see the nearest planet with the naked eye, but the central sun already glared as a brilliant orange flare among the otherwise diminutive stars.

"Sensors delivering data, beginning active sensor duty", the ensign answered, his fingers dancing on the control grid. "Transmitting similar orders to Oland and Northlander... Hmm... Sensors indicate a five-planet system... one planetoid... a gas giant... possibly terraformable world... Ah! One planet in the green zone. We are too far away to tell for sure, but it's possible the planet has Earth-like atmosphere."

Viljane smiled to himself. Good news at last... "Well, no point in sitting in here and guessing. Helm, take us into the system. Notify Hermitage that we have arrived in PNX-7795"

"Aye, sir", came the reply from the helm. "Setting course towards the second planet..."

"Commander", came the call from the comm officer. "Hermitage wishes to know if you want to name the system."

Viljane looked at the comm officer, a woman not much younger than he was at thirty-two. Most of the KATK were "youngbloods" like them, recruited from various branches of the Defence Corps. "Think I should, ensign Ranta?" he asked, smiling.

The comm officer just smiled. "It's your prerogative, sir."

Viljane chuckled to himself, shaking his head. This was new to him... but hey, he was the leader of this expedition. And as such he had this right.

"Very well, then... Mmmm... 'Guidance'. Yes, that will sound good."

"The Guidance system, sir?" ensign Ranta asked curiously.

"I think it's as fitting a name as any other", Viljane said, smiling wickedly. "Besides, that star flames like a guiding light in the darkness."

"Very well, sir. It is your prerogative, after all", ensign Ranta smirked before she re-established contact with the KATK naval base in Hermitage.

Slowly the three exploratory cruisers made their way deeper into the system, now renamed after the whim of a young commander.

20 Light Years from Pamp

3 unknown ships launched off from one of the planets, the ships were completely black. The black ships quickly went after the three cruisers trespassing in their space, and they knew what to do with any ship that psses into their space........


Pamp

A fleet of 5 Frimtrix Class Cruisers plus one Striker Class Battleship was organized into the "1st Colony fleet", their main mission was to scout the other ships, though some of the governors of Pamp were wondering why they needed that much firepower.

"Three contacts, approaching fast!" came the call from the sensor station.

Commander Viljane frowned and turned his gaze forward. "On screen, hail them with the First Contact", he said, seeing the three fast-approaching vessels appear on his view screen. "Yellow alert, come about to face incoming unknowns. Helm, prepare coordinates for an emergency jump."

They had done this a thousand times in simulations, but still everyone's heart was beating on extra pace. This was the first chance the Principality vessels had come to first contact by themselves, and they would not botch this up. The frigates began to turn, facing the incoming vessels. And on the bridge, ensign Ranta opened hailing frequencies, flooding them with the standard greeting message, the "We come in peace" message as the KATK personnel called it: the message was transmitted in several of the ITF languages, as well as as a visual message showing various body gestures signifying peaceful intentions and wish for contact.

"Three contacts, approaching fast!" came the call from the sensor station.

Commander Viljane frowned and turned his gaze forward. "On screen, hail them with the First Contact", he said, seeing the three fast-approaching vessels appear on his view screen. "Yellow alert, come about to face incoming unknowns. Helm, prepare coordinates for an emergency jump."

They had done this a thousand times in simulations, but still everyone's heart was beating on extra pace. This was the first chance the Principality vessels had come to first contact by themselves, and they would not botch this up. The frigates began to turn, facing the incoming vessels. And on the bridge, ensign Ranta opened hailing frequencies, flooding them with the standard greeting message, the "We come in peace" message as the KATK personnel called it: the message was transmitted in several of the ITF languages, as well as as a visual message showing various body gestures signifying peaceful intentions and wish for contact.

20 Light Years from Pamp

Strangely enough, the 3 black vessels actually halted, the ships were completely black, and had no markings at all. It almost blended in with the space. After 10 minutes of silence, a message was sent back.

"We are the Zillars, why are you in our area?"

The vessels had to move soon, there was a minefield nearby.......

20 Light Years from Pamp

Strangely enough, the 3 black vessels actually halted, the ships were completely black, and had no markings at all. It almost blended in with the space. After 10 minutes of silence, a message was sent back.

"We are the Zillars, why are you in our area?"

The vessels had to move soon, there was a minefield nearby.......

Lieutenant commander Viljane drew a deep breath after the message was received. For the ten minutes of silence, the Principality vessels had used both active and passive sensors to learn what they could from the unknown vessels.

"Zillar vessels, this is lieutenant commander Calew Viljane of the Principality of Northern Rangeria", he began after nodding to ensign Ranta to open comms. "We come with peaceful intentions. We are explorers in this sector of space, looking for trade contacts and viable colonisation worlds. Pardon our intrusion to your territory, we were not aware that this system was already colonized."

Lieutenant commander Viljane drew a deep breath after the message was received. For the ten minutes of silence, the Principality vessels had used both active and passive sensors to learn what they could from the unknown vessels.

"Zillar vessels, this is lieutenant commander Calew Viljane of the Principality of Northern Rangeria", he began after nodding to ensign Ranta to open comms. "We come with peaceful intentions. We are explorers in this sector of space, looking for trade contacts and viable colonisation worlds. Pardon our intrusion to your territory, we were not aware that this system was already colonized."

20 Light Years from Pamp

After another 10 minutes of silence, another message was sent back.

"Northern Rangerian Vessels, we Zillars, own around 20 planets around this system. Please do not intrude this area again without permission, we destroyed a enemy cruiser attempting to land on one of our planets."

30 Light Years from Pamp

The 1st Colony fleet continued around in space exploring the planets and looking for the missing cruiser. The only battleship in the fleet, the Hegemony, was on guard, since one blimp was detected for a few minutes then probably jumped. The Admiral of the fleet was a Galax, sitting in his office.

For days now, his only mine ship had been laying mine fields around space, his battleship was doing the same since it was the only other ship besides the mine ship that carried mines. They had been laying mines when the Lieutenant Gilmore came running in saying that they had detected ships in the area.

The Admiral and the Lieutenant returned to the "situation room" and examined the ships

"Sure, they are black, all of them." said the Lieutenant

"How many?" asked the Admiral

"20 sir, wait no, 25 ships, wait, more are jumping in. There are 40 now!" said the Lieutenant surprised. As they were speaking, the black ships moved forward and began firing. But some of the black ships were immediately destroyed by the mines laid nearby.

"Prepare for battle." said the Admiral grimly. After that his voice got lost in the chaos, marines were running by, taking their positions, crewmen were going to their battle stations. The shields were up and ready. The lasers were being charged, but during that time, the battleship began firing its massive Super Megabot cannon, along with its smaller counterparts.

The Black ships, only had Ion cannons, which surprised the admiral, he quickly decided to take advantage of their weapons problem and ordered his two of the five Frimtrix Class Cruisers forward, the Pirate immediately managed to turn two of the black ships into debris. Another badly damaged Black ship moved away and jumped. The Admiral was worried still, his fleet may had a advantage in weapons, but the black ships had an advantage in numbers, more and more were jumping in, while the badly damaged ones jumped out (If they could).

The Battleship's shields were down to 80%, but still held strong. The fighters began lifting off from the battleship and began attacking the Black ships. The Black ships apparently had no defense against small ships, except the small black ships coming out of the big Black ships. But the smaller black ships were easier to pick off since they were slow, but there were a thousand small black ships versus the 30 fighters the battleship had. The only corvette in the fleet was destroyed, after ramming another Black ship.

The admiral became nervous, the ship continued to shake every 10 seconds after being hit by the Black Ships, but the battleship had more weapons then the rest of the fleet combined. The Super Megabolt cannon had already destroyed 8 Black Ships, its smaller counterparts destroyed 4. But the Black Ships kept coming, and the battleship could not jump out of there since its jump drive was damaged. The admiral hoped that the Hospital ship that escaped the carnage went to get help.

20 Light Years from Pamp

After another 10 minutes of silence, another message was sent back.

"Northern Rangerian Vessels, we Zillars, own around 20 planets around this system. Please do not intrude this area again without permission, we destroyed a enemy cruiser attempting to land on one of our planets."

Viljane frowned. This was highly unusual. This species must be quite xenophobic to destroy unknown territories at sight. Thank God for the First Contact protocol, there...

"Affirmative, Zillar vessels. Please transmit astrographic charts outlining your territory, so we may avoid any further incidental incursions. We will launch you a message buoy, should your government wish to establish contact with ours."

Viljane then turned to his tactical officer, who merely nodded.

"Launching message buoy", the former NRDC gunner said as the Thunderer shot a small buoy from her forward batteries. The projectile moved slowly across space, towards the Zillar vessels. The buoy contained only a small device set on one of the pre-set KATK frequencies, able to carry a signal back to Hermitage or other KATK vessels or stations within its radius.

The Greal were probably more surprised about what happened in the next few minutes, then when they were attacked by the black ships.

Space literally tore asunder behind them, as the black ships kept flooding into the system. The shock wave from the fissure destroyed a few stragglers, but revealed the source behind the black vessels. It seemed that they were fleeing a force easily twice their size.

A storm of PBCs fired out of the new formation of warships, blasting wide swaths through the enemy formation as the Dominion of Draconic Order's warpath swept aside the remnants of another civilization.

The DO was expanding and happened to come against a race that fielded black ships. However, they were small and much less advanced than a race who had the technology of a dozen races. The war with the DO had ended with the race of black ships fleeing. Unfortunately, the DO didn't want any witnesses and pursued them across space. Which brought them all here.

The Greal were probably more surprised about what happened in the next few minutes, then when they were attacked by the black ships.

Space literally tore asunder behind them, as the black ships kept flooding into the system. The shock wave from the fissure destroyed a few stragglers, but revealed the source behind the black vessels. It seemed that they were fleeing a force easily twice their size.

A storm of PBCs fired out of the new formation of warships, blasting wide swaths through the enemy formation as the Dominion of Draconic Order's warpath swept aside the remnants of another civilization.

The DO was expanding and happened to come against a race that fielded black ships. However, they were small and much less advanced than a race who had the technology of a dozen races. The war with the DO had ended with the race of black ships fleeing. Unfortunately, the DO didn't want any witnesses and pursued them across space. Which brought them all here.


“Sir, the black ships are fleeing, and we there are new ships being detected.” Said one of the aides.

The Admiral, was surprised, he watched the black ships “flee”, and jumping away from their pursuers. Some of the Greal ships left off a few more shots before checking up the damage.

“Damage report?”

“Shields are down to 70%, we have 300 dead, and around 600 wounded. The other cruisers are sending in their losses as we speak.”

Viljane frowned. This was highly unusual. This species must be quite xenophobic to destroy unknown territories at sight. Thank God for the First Contact protocol, there...

"Affirmative, Zillar vessels. Please transmit astrographic charts outlining your territory, so we may avoid any further incidental incursions. We will launch you a message buoy, should your government wish to establish contact with ours."

Viljane then turned to his tactical officer, who merely nodded.

"Launching message buoy", the former NRDC gunner said as the Thunderer shot a small buoy from her forward batteries. The projectile moved slowly across space, towards the Zillar vessels. The buoy contained only a small device set on one of the pre-set KATK frequencies, able to carry a signal back to Hermitage or other KATK vessels or stations within its radius.

The Zillar vessels intercepted the message bouy, and during that time, it took them 10 minutes to send them a chart of their planets.

The Zillar vessels intercepted the message bouy, and during that time, it took them 10 minutes to send them a chart of their planets.

After receiving the astrographic charts, Lt. Cmdr. Viljane nodded to the helm.

"Take us out of their territory, shortest route possible", he said glumly. "Transmit the charts to Kawnisto mainframe. The Zillars, a hostile species."

That will be a disappointment for the HQ, Viljane thought to himself as the three cruisers began to depart from the system. First first contact situation, and we almost come to shots.

"Take us near Greal space. We best inform them of what we have seen here, lest they do the same mistake. Lay in a course, helm."

The DO armada pursued the fleeing black ships back into subspace.

After receiving the astrographic charts, Lt. Cmdr. Viljane nodded to the helm.

"Take us out of their territory, shortest route possible", he said glumly. "Transmit the charts to Kawnisto mainframe. The Zillars, a hostile species."

That will be a disappointment for the HQ, Viljane thought to himself as the three cruisers began to depart from the system. First first contact situation, and we almost come to shots.

"Take us near Greal space. We best inform them of what we have seen here, lest they do the same mistake. Lay in a course, helm."

The Zillar vessels disappeared in a blue flash.

Meanwhile, a group of Greal Prince Class Police Cruisers were patrolling the area when they detected 3 unknown cruisers.

"This is the Galactic Empire of Greal, announce who you are."

The DO armada pursued the fleeing black ships back into subspace.

There were a series of blue flashes, and the black ships were gone.

The Zillar vessels disappeared in a blue flash.

Meanwhile, a group of Greal Prince Class Police Cruisers were patrolling the area when they detected 3 unknown cruisers.

"This is the Galactic Empire of Greal, announce who you are."

Lt. Cmdr. Viljane cursed as he took his captain's seat again.

"This is a Principality expedition, looking for habitable planets. We are currently leaving this system, we have encountered potentially hostile sentient life."

Lt. Cmdr. Viljane cursed as he took his captain's seat again.

"This is a Principality expedition, looking for habitable planets. We are currently leaving this system, we have encountered potentially hostile sentient life."

After a few moments another messsage was sent back.

"What Hostile life?"

After a few moments another messsage was sent back.

"What Hostile life?"

"They call themselves the Zillars. We encountered them in a system not far from your Pamp base."

"They call themselves the Zillars. We encountered them in a system not far from your Pamp base."

"Thank you for this information, you are allowed to move on."

OOC: DO, yes, the Zillars have billions of people and tens of thousands of ships, but their disadvantage is their weapons and shields are very bad.

OOC: DO, yes, the Zillars have billions of people and tens of thousands of ships, but their disadvantage is their weapons and shields are very bad.

((Probably why they are loosing.))

The DO fleets were pushing the Zillars back into their main territory at a pace that was frightening. Already the outer worlds had fallen under the guns of the Dominion, reduced to smoking ruins. The Zillars had tried to stop the DO from taking a colony planet in an farther off area of the galaxy, but their attempt failed. The DO command believed that the Zillars should be made an example of, to warn the rest of the galaxy not to mess with them. Expansion plans were halted and all the warships that could be spared from all corners of the empire were called on to cause a genocide. The number of ships on both sides were about even... but the DO were decades, even centuries (in some areas) ahead in technology. The Zillars stood little chance of surviving the horrors to come.

((I wonder if anyone will save them.))

((Probably why they are loosing.))

(OOC:Yes, they are like Russians, there are many of them, but they are too weak.)

"Thank you for this information, you are allowed to move on."

OOC: DO, yes, the Zillars have billions of people and tens of thousands of ships, but their disadvantage is their weapons and shields are very bad.

"Thank you. Tell me, however, is this species known to you?" Viljane asked through the comms while nodding to his helm officer. They would try to by-pass Zillar space and find a more suitable system for habitation.

((Probably why they are loosing.))

The DO fleets were pushing the Zillars back into their main territory at a pace that was frightening. Already the outer worlds had fallen under the guns of the Dominion, reduced to smoking ruins. The Zillars had tried to stop the DO from taking a colony planet in an farther off area of the galaxy, but their attempt failed. The DO command believed that the Zillars should be made an example of, to warn the rest of the galaxy not to mess with them. Expansion plans were halted and all the warships that could be spared from all corners of the empire were called on to cause a genocide. The number of ships on both sides were about even... but the DO were decades, even centuries (in some areas) ahead in technology. The Zillars stood little chance of surviving the horrors to come.

((I wonder if anyone will save them.))

It came. Massive and unstopable, at the head of the Colony fleet, it came. Millennium, battleship of the Republic. Its escorts, sleek and powerful vessels, swift and deadly, carriers laden with fighters and construction units. The power of the Republic was in a word "small", it numbered no more than 30 ships in the colony fleet, and the home fleet was smaller still, though composed entirely of warships. Tiny scout ships, dubbed "skeeters" by the ARM command spread out from the fleet, searching throughout the nearby systems for habitable worlds, but all they found nearby was shattered ruins.

Construction ships began building the essential system infrastructure in the system they had emerged in. Generators and mining platforms went up, jumpstarting the construction process, and within a very few hours, shipyards and defensive weapons were going up, while surface infrastructure was still in its very infancy.

Shortly after the first new construction was underway, scouts stumbled on the ongoing battle between Draconic Order forces and the hard pressed Zillars. The battle was obviously one sided, and it was unlikely that scouts and destroyers could affect the outcome of the battle, but they could delay things, and draw off some of the enemy, possibly allowing some of the Zillar ships to escape.

Weapons blazing, a dozen light ships drive into the flank of the assaulting Draconic forces. Driving through enemy fire, they only needed to last long enough for support to arrive, in which case their heavy weapons and warships might be enough to end this hateful battle. If not, the seemingly endless numbers of Republican fighters and warships, replaced easily and considered of little consequence by their masters, could eventually simply overwhelm the slower building opponents they now faced.

OOC: I treat my units like the RTS they're based off of. A scout can be built in perhaps half a day, a Battleship in maybe three. I don't actually have any more than soe 30 warships at any one time, but they're very easy to replace, and of adequate servicibility.

OOC: Too late for someone else to get involved? Me wants some planets :P

[@Icecrown Glaciar: Come on in...]

[@Rougpelt: What game are you based on? It sounds like (do to the tagline "ARM") Total Annihilation (one of the best RTS' ever!). As far as I know... lasers/kinetic shells are as powerful as they get. Which isn't a lot when going against the techs that comprise my race. Though the numbers thing might be a problem for the DO, they can only take on so much.]

The Dominion was then assaulted, as it was closing upon a planet of fleeing refugees, by another race. This one was about the same in strength, but still was enough to split their attention. The sudden loss in forward momentum gave the Zillars enough time to evacuate the planet, as the DO fleet spread out to deal with multiple flanks. The light ARM warships would be overwhelmed eventually without reinforcement, but with the building capabilities of the ARM so close, and the supply lines of the DO farther away, the DO would need to withdraw before dealing a final, crippling blow to the Zillars.

The Zillars pulled away from the planet being attacked, they disappeared into other planets, some Zillars stayed to die. Hundreds of ships jumped away from the planet.

Meanwhile, the 1st Assault fleet of the Greal navy was armed and ready for campaign against the Zillars.

1st Assault fleet

1 Mobias Class Superbattleship (Warrior)
3 Striker Class Battleships (Pain, Skull, Black Rock)
3 Niller Class Carriers (John, Honor, Siege)
10 Frimtrix Class Cruisers
10 Thunder Class Cruisers
18 Lasom Class Frigates
2 Orlin Class Mine Ships (Cruiser, Alversia)
2 Proformer Class Hospital Ships (Torn, Arrow)

"Thank you. Tell me, however, is this species known to you?" Viljane asked through the comms while nodding to his helm officer. They would try to by-pass Zillar space and find a more suitable system for habitation.

"No, we did have an attack yesterday by an unknown species, did the Zillars have black ships?'

"No, we did have an attack yesterday by an unknown species, did the Zillars have black ships?'

"They did. They... greeted us with three vessels. We suspect they might have tried to attack us, had we not used the First Contact protocols."

"They did. They... greeted us with three vessels. We suspect they might have tried to attack us, had we not used the First Contact protocols."

"Thank you for the information. The Zillars will apy for attacking our ships." then no more messages came through. The police cruisers left and headed for their daily routine.

[@Icecrown Glaciar: Come on in...]

[@Rougpelt: What game are you based on? It sounds like (do to the tagline "ARM") Total Annihilation (one of the best RTS' ever!). As far as I know... lasers/kinetic shells are as powerful as they get. Which isn't a lot when going against the techs that comprise my race. Though the numbers thing might be a problem for the DO, they can only take on so much.]

The Dominion was then assaulted, as it was closing upon a planet of fleeing refugees, by another race. This one was about the same in strength, but still was enough to split their attention. The sudden loss in forward momentum gave the Zillars enough time to evacuate the planet, as the DO fleet spread out to deal with multiple flanks. The light ARM warships would be overwhelmed eventually without reinforcement, but with the building capabilities of the ARM so close, and the supply lines of the DO farther away, the DO would need to withdraw before dealing a final, crippling blow to the Zillars.

OOC: Got it in one. I had to, yaknow, modify some stuff(like giving the carrier more than a two plane capability), but it's mostly stock. In defense of their weapons, relativistic kinetics and missiles are always going to hurt, and though Skeeters do mount VERY light(pd class) lasers, only the Battleship mounts another laser, and its laser is definitely of the anti-ship variety. I also don't have that many ships, it's just really hard to keep them dead. If a fight lasts long enough, I can literally reinforce from new construction while in combat, but I, except under extreme circumstances, will never end a fight with more ships than started it.

IC:

Lasers peppered the void, while missiles and light cannon tore across the empty vastness of space to meet the Draconic warships. Wildly maneuvering Skeeters dodged fire, their speed and small size benefitting them more than armor or shields, Crusader Destroyers shuddered under impacts, and armor splintered away from the battered ships. The nearest ships were another scout group, an additional dozen scouts and destroyers, and they would appear on the far flank of the DO force in some five minutes, with the remainder of the colonial warships not far behind. It was going to be a short fight in all likelihood, unless the scouts could continue to dodge fire and engage with their missiles after their larger compatriots were defeated. The rapid replacement of scouts meant that eventually they could simply attrit the Draconic ships with a seemingly endless barrage of missiles from a seemingly never ending supply of tiny warships.

Not knowing about the battle that was raging on, Lt. Commander Viljane turned to his navigation officer.

"Okay, let's get out of here. Calculate any possible star systems between the Greali and Zillar spaces, and set the course for the nearest one. Also, inform Hermitage Command of the situation in here. We might need a more permanent fleet presence here."

Unlike most races that littered the stars, the DO did not have just a few, very large, very powerful vessels, they had many, of various degrees. The DO also had something that few had, fightercraft and corvettes. Due to the size of the Skeeter, the PBCs were all but useless, but that didn't mean that they couldn't just fill the void with flak and interceptors. The frigates and the cruisers were especially designed to take out large groups of small ships. That is how they fared so well against the Zillars.

A frigate or two reported heavy damaged due to the near-constant barrage of little vessels that swarmed over them. They would have to be scuttled before the DO left the sector, if they survived the next few minutes. Though, with the Zillars gone, the DO fleet had no reason to stick around. The order to withdraw was given.

The Greal 1st Assault Fleet attacked one of the Zillar planets, destroying everything, and the fleet left nothing alive.

OOC: There are around 10 systems, maybe more.

OOC: I was hoping to guarantee at least one system for the Principality...

IC:

The Northern Rangerian vessels had cleared Zillar space, approaching one of the more remote systems outside the dominion of these black-shipped marauders. Lt. Cmdr. Viljane was especially anxious to clear the area, knowing that with only three ships in his command, they would be no match for a larger fleet. Kawnisto headquarters and the Hermitage listening post in Infinitus Tractus had been alerted, and a segment of the Infinitus Fleet was on stand-by, should the Greali call for assistance.

This time, however, Viljane's attention turned to a new system before him, located on the "western" edge of the area...

OOC: My system is on the far left, a little to the north.

(Yes, I colonized the 3 planets there, the rest of them are moons.)

(I'll put up a post on what happened in the battle with the Zillars with the Greal Assault fleet.)

OOC: Good job on the map.

Do, you could RP another species of aliens living in one of the systems.

((Mmm... I don't know which of those stars are the Zillar space I encountered... I was thinking one of the more remore systems. Whatever you choose, DO, will be fine))

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/azureink/Sci-Fi/newsystem02.png

((I'll do the whole rping of another race by the end of the week. I assume the Zillars had control over this whole sector before encountering the different groups. @Rougpelt: Where are you wanting to set up?))

(4 of the systems are empty, the other 4 are full of Zillars)

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/azureink/Sci-Fi/newsystem03.png

Black/Gray is Zillar territory.

((Should I get rid of the Deep Space lines and just assume that people outside the area could just jump into any system... Or should I add in more areas for those outside to come in from?))

OOC: Not sure

Where is your system?

OOC: Not sure

Where is your system?

I have yet to claim anything... I was buffeted by Rougpelt's ARM from pushing deeper into their territory.

EDIT - Due to the rp so far... I made a modification to the map to reflect upon it. It seemed that Greal and Northern Rangeria had line of sight to each other, so I linked the systems somewhat. For all intensive purposes, the Zillar had claims to all the star systems on this map, probably with small military bases everywhere... but they only had major cities and so forth on the planets in the gray systems. This is my assumption.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/azureink/Sci-Fi/newsystem05.png

The Zillar territory closest to Greal and Northern Rangeria is the one in which has been sending ships from. The DO chased the Zillars into that system, both following the fleet into Greal territory, and chasing them back into their system again. The DO sort of came from the top left of the map, but haven't settled anywhere.

Actually, to make it seem reasonable for Rougpelt's ARM to lay claim to the area (since they put up shop on a Zillar world destroyed by the DO, I would have to put in another system linking to it. So, I've modified the map some more.

When the DO come back in a future post, they'll probably have a colony ship with them. I'm not sure where they will set up though.

That sounds about right, they have a few bases on some of the moons in the unclaimed systems.

I'm going to say the DO retreated through the Greal system and used that system to leave the sector, as the Rougpelt blockaded the system that the DO used to get into the sector.

EDIT - So, Greal attacked the systems below it and allowed Northern Rangeria to set up shop on the galactic south-west of the sector.

Meanwhile, Zillar ships assembled for an attack on the Greal colonies, only to be discovered by the Greal 2nd Assault fleet, which made short work of the Zillar ships. Greal was determined to defend its colonies from any enemy that threatened it. Zillar ships retreated back to one of the systems they had colonized.

The Judicator
Date: 4/30/1604 AU


"Its beautiful, isn't it? The Gestalt I mean..." The young captain said with a smile, as he looked down at the massive, wired stalks of the ship's command center. At the bottom of each one sat four members of the crew, each directly linked with the massive AI which ran the Judicator; The Gestalt itself numbering well over one hundred people, with more on standby should battle erupt suddenly, "Its like a forest of wiring, an entire crew all synchronised and working together for the Empire..."

"Its no small wonder an idealistic young fool like yourself was given command for this colonizing mission." A well dressed man said with a slight sneer, as he turned to a large holographic screen in front of him, showcasing the ship's armaments, "Just over a hundred and out of rejuvenation. I still can't believe the Emperor ordered me to go along with this pointless little expedition."

"Sir, surely it is because of our Empire's urgency with coming here and snatching up a small solar system of our own, before any degenerates arrive..." He says with a deep, well-mannered bow, "Ambassador Obsidian has a long... track record with colonization missions." He said with a soft smile, knowing full well that more than the man in front of him was nothing more than the Empire's attack dog, having purged more than one world of a civilization which were in the way of a future colony, "Your experience-"

"My experience is of no concern. I have utter faith that you and these vessels should be more than enough to purge any primitives that we come across." The Ambassador then placed a gloved hand in front of him, upon the holographic computer screen, "Judicator, is the Harmony Class and Passenger Carriers ready for warp? How about the armaments on our podships?"

There was a a slight flash, as a feminine face appeared in front of the over-dressed Ambassador, "All weaponry is Green Ambassador. The Passenger Carriers are ready for Departure as well..." There was a slight pause, as her eyes seemed to turn towards the captain, "Also, the podships are armed, and all of their weaponry has been fully inspected. We can go whenever you are both ready."

"Well then... Its time to Warp! If we're fast enough, we can start to build a colony there before any alien nations come by and attempt to uproot us!" The captain shouted, as the entire room went a dim red for a moment, as the large fleet of ships began the immediate thrust through space towards the solar system deemed most in line with what the Triumvirate required; A large asteroid belt and a planet within the habitable zone, along with a few sister planets which would also make good benchmarks for future colonization.

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A few minutes later, just outside of the preset destination, a Zillar Solar System, a massive flashing vortex would appear, as a mammoth, seven and a half kilometer ship passed through, followed soon after by a variety of other vessels, but only one seemed to stand that far apart from them, a strange ornately decorated ship. Within seconds a few small, silver pods began to expel from the largest ship and the ornately decorated ship, circling around the Colonization Envoy and all of them transmitting the same signal on all nearby frequencies. Behind them, after the last of the sluggishly large carriers passed through the glowing vortex, it vanished.

This is the Judicator. The Autocratic Triumvirate of Nili claims this uninhabited system for themselves! Entrance into this system is strictly forbidden under penalty, as stated in Imperial Doctrine 129-ZD. Failure to adhere to this will result in termination... Any sentient beings currently living in this system have the right to signal back to proclaim their Sovereignty. If adequate claim is present, the fleet shall move on under Imperial Doctrine 143-ZD.

The signal continued in an endless loop, until any of the planets in the system responded, or a half hour passed without any sign of inhabitants in the system.


OOC: Even if the Zillar attempted to proclaim their sovereignty, they're not one of the member nations of a law passed over a thousand years ago. This is essentially for the fleet to find out if the system is inhabited, where to attack if it is, and whether or not the risk of taking over the system is worth the effort.

Information on the Judicator and Harmony Class Ship can be found here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9043316&postcount=4). Anything else is in my factbook. (Most of the 'troops' on board the ships are actually colonists.)

The Planet, was inhabited, but it was hard to tell, the planet was completely covered with mountains and hills and cliffs. There were some small oceans on it. However, Zillars always built their cities under ground. Two Zillar ships (Which were completely black, and looked cloaked) were patrolling the systems when their sensors detected a fleet in their system, at first they though the Greal fleet came back to finish the job when their sensors "said" that these were different ships. The Zillars had enough problems fighting off the Greal fleet and the DO fleet, but now they had to deal with another enemy in their land. The Two Zillar ships left quickly before they were detected, but they stayed long enough to be detected.

"Two Energy Signatures have left the system. What are your orders, Captain?" The Judicator's AI asked, as the holographic face appeared, along with a screen showing which direction they were headed, "There is a chance that they were frightened off by our signal. They may likewise be colonists. Though the chance remains that they are inhabitants and have recently evacuated the system to regroup."

"Hmm... They did not bother responding to our signals. The message might not have been understood, they are a bit dated." The captain said with a frown, as he placed a hand in front of him, causing a holographic screen to appear at his fingertips, "We'll move with caution towards the designated planet." He then flicked his fingers around, as a clear picture of the planet appeared by the AI, "It looks as though this system will be perfect. Judicator, inform the Zeres system that we've found a suitable spot for the colony. Also, have the Gestalt send two squadrons of our best pilots into the asteroid belt, just to be on the safe side, backed up by two hundred of our podships. Have them cling to the larger asteroids and make sure that they're all fully cloaked."

"So will we be landing?" The Ambassador said with a strange smile on his face, "The surface looks clear now, but perhaps preparing a failsafe against any other nation's colonists... Like one of our biological weapons, or perhaps have the Harmony-Class-"

"No, there won't be any need for that, Ambassador Obsidian. Besides, our scientists might wish to take some of the uncontaminated fauna and flora back with us for experimentation. If we catch anyone down there, we'll rethink our strategy. For now, we'll keep the Colossus a safe enough distance away to protect against any sort of cannon fire from the surface, at least until we can be certain of the Judicator's safety."

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As the two craft left the system, the vast array of the podships which were expelled from the massive ship remained at the far end of the system for reconnaissance. While this was going on, a secret detachment of twenty four of Nili's top fighters, along with some of the podships, completely black and covered in a mirror-like surface, slowly moved towards the asteroid belt, mostly obscured by the enormous fleet's movement towards the supposedly defenseless habitable planet.

Once in range, there was an immediate spray of podships, almost appearing as if the Judicator, no doubt a strange sight for anyone not familiar with the Triumvirate's military. A large spray of dozens of small silver shaped orbs began to rocket towards the planet's surface, as if a man-made meteor shower was being dispelled from the giant. Upon reaching the atmosphere, they all immediately sped forward and hurtled towards the planet's surface. By the time they were done, there were nearly four hundred of the silverish dots on the planet, the final precaution to make sure everything was safe before they began to receive and transmit signals to the massive passenger ships, which soon followed them, hovering within the atmosphere, the first of them preparing to send forth the mass of colonists, starting with the lowest class of colonists and working their way up.

Meanwhile, aboard one of the ships, a large muscular creature in chains looks at the landscape below and emits a low growl, "It will be a shame to see all of that natural beauty go to waste."

@Nili: Where did you enter from?

((Poor Zillar...))

OOC: The Bottom-right Zillar orb, I think would be best, though you could just randomly pick for me if you want. But yes, I feel bad for the poor Zillar. Having their homes stolen from them, and being wiped our or enslaved with impunity.

By the way, if the cities are deep enough, they'll probably go unnoticed by the bombardments too. They're just there to search for any signals being transmitted, so that they can pick off any surveillance equipment or signal beacons.

"Two Energy Signatures have left the system. What are your orders, Captain?" The Judicator's AI asked, as the holographic face appeared, along with a screen showing which direction they were headed, "There is a chance that they were frightened off by our signal. They may likewise be colonists. Though the chance remains that they are inhabitants and have recently evacuated the system to regroup."

"Hmm... They did not bother responding to our signals. The message might not have been understood, they are a bit dated." The captain said with a frown, as he placed a hand in front of him, causing a holographic screen to appear at his fingertips, "We'll move with caution towards the designated planet." He then flicked his fingers around, as a clear picture of the planet appeared by the AI, "It looks as though this system will be perfect. Judicator, inform the Zeres system that we've found a suitable spot for the colony. Also, have the Gestalt send two squadrons of our best pilots into the asteroid belt, just to be on the safe side, backed up by two hundred of our podships. Have them cling to the larger asteroids and make sure that they're all fully cloaked."

"So will we be landing?" The Ambassador said with a strange smile on his face, "The surface looks clear now, but perhaps preparing a failsafe against any other nation's colonists... Like one of our biological weapons, or perhaps have the Harmony-Class-"

"No, there won't be any need for that, Ambassador Obsidian. Besides, our scientists might wish to take some of the uncontaminated fauna and flora back with us for experimentation. If we catch anyone down there, we'll rethink our strategy. For now, we'll keep the Colossus a safe enough distance away to protect against any sort of cannon fire from the surface, at least until we can be certain of the Judicator's safety."

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As the two craft left the system, the vast array of the podships which were expelled from the massive ship remained at the far end of the system for reconnaissance. While this was going on, a secret detachment of twenty four of Nili's top fighters, along with some of the podships, completely black and covered in a mirror-like surface, slowly moved towards the asteroid belt, mostly obscured by the enormous fleet's movement towards the supposedly defenseless habitable planet.

Once in range, there was an immediate spray of podships, almost appearing as if the Judicator, no doubt a strange sight for anyone not familiar with the Triumvirate's military. A large spray of dozens of small silver shaped orbs began to rocket towards the planet's surface, as if a man-made meteor shower was being dispelled from the giant. Upon reaching the atmosphere, they all immediately sped forward and hurtled towards the planet's surface. By the time they were done, there were nearly four hundred of the silverish dots on the planet, the final precaution to make sure everything was safe before they began to receive and transmit signals to the massive passenger ships, which soon followed them, hovering within the atmosphere, the first of them preparing to send forth the mass of colonists, starting with the lowest class of colonists and working their way up.

Meanwhile, aboard one of the ships, a large muscular creature in chains looks at the landscape below and emits a low growl, "It will be a shame to see all of that natural beauty go to waste."

The Zillar planet looked empty, plants were growing everywhere at a astounding rate, due to the fatc that the atmosphere has a lot of carbon dioxide. There was a massive group of trees, about 500 feet high, that welcomed the colonists.

Little gray creatures ran across the plain away from the colonist ships, they seemed very fast, and were darting very quickly away. The plains seemed deserted now, except for the noise of the ships.

Meanwhile, Zillar civilians came out of the underground through a tree and noticed the silver "things" landing, they quickly ran back into the tree and told the other Zillars of what they saw.

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3 Thunder Class Cruisers entered the system, they were unaware of the new fleet. The cruisers were on a scout mission to see if they would encounter any Zillar ships.

OOC: My factbook shows what Thunder Class Cruisers are, heres the link. Go to the second post to see my military.
Factbook (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=550436).

OOC: Note, the Zillars number in tens of billions , but the problem is, their weapons are very useless, and their best units are ground infantry.

Yes, Poor Zillars. There should be another species in one of the unclaimed systems.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/azureink/Sci-Fi/newsystem06.png

The Greal had been tearing through the galactic southern half of the Zillar sector, smashing aside the more numerous, but panicked species. The Zillars were routed and did not have the organization to fight back.

OOC: Great map, next time, I'll say there were a million planets that were discovered :D

Yes, Poor Zillars. There should be another species in one of the unclaimed systems.

Eventually the colonist races are going to encounter one another as more and more lay claim to the area. It would make sense that some would start fighting each other. Rougpelt and the DO are at odds now, more conflicts are bound to follow.

OOC: Great map, next time, I'll say there were a million planets that were discovered :D

I can only go by systems.

EDIT - I construct names by copy/pasting letters... so larger names are a b*tch.

OOC: I don't suppose you want a map of 10,000 systems.....:D

OOC: I don't suppose you want a map of 10,000 systems.....:D

I have more than enough stuff to do that with... but I don't have enough color templated worlds. After a few more races weigh in, the planets will degrade in quality because I don't have the programs to create them... I am copy/pasting with paint and the pictures from http://www.wcnews.com/maps/ .

If people want to create a planet template I can copy/paste with, that is fine.

I suggest that if you want to expand the map, we wait until the current map is full and then just start adding more systems/sectors.

OOC: Ok, and we should have an OOC thread, we are clogging the thread :D

OOC: Ok, and we should have an OOC thread, we are clogging the thread :D

Make another thread, then we should delete all of our OOC posts from this thread.

EDIT - You should make the thread since you are the creator.

In less than an hour the first group of colonists slowly began to arrive in one of three destination points along the planet's surface, targeted at the flattest regions of the planet's surface, due to the large and cumbersome size of the shuttles. Many of the lowest class of colonists arrived on aging derelict shuttles, which would be left behind and scrapped for parts. The large amounts of carbon dioxide did not seem to bother these first colonists, many of whom seemed to be dressed in ragged clothing, and more than a few were wearing chains. The last to exit the shuttles were soldiers in Goliath Battle Suits (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/ps01.jpg), though the humanoids inside seemed far more frail and less intimidating, as if they belonged to two separate species.

Following these shuttles were the second batch of citizens, human-looking people, though far more frail and almost all of them seemed to be wearing breathing apparatus. Eventually most of them removed their apparatus, and these people were followed by strange mechanized spiders the size of tanks. A few of these began to fire upon the small gray creatures, as the bodies were quickly taken back to the ship for some reason. This was soon followed by a few scientists and their mechanized assistants collecting numerous strains of plants as well.

The numerous silver orbs now spread across the vast planet's surface continued to transmit quietly, sending the topography and seismography to the Judicator, which only now slowly edged closer to the planet's surface, a blackened blot against the planet's sky. A few of the colonist's children were already out and about, playing around within the perimeter, for the most part.

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"Feels a bit like home, doesn't it?" A violet eyed humanesque figure said over the occasional hum coming from the arriving and departing shuttles, he couldn't help laughing at what he'd said, as it was nothing at all like the system they'd come from, "Never would have thought I'd be able to see a place so green in my lifetime. I guess even in the Triumvirate, times change."

"Well, at least we were able to beat those Zephonians to the punch this time. Damn fanatics..." A strange hybridization of a human and some other strange creature said, picking a large section of grass and placing it to his nose, "I've heard they're already looking for areas to strip-mine with the pods... Some days I don't think I'll ever understand progress..."

In less than an hour the first group of colonists slowly began to arrive in one of three destination points along the planet's surface, targeted at the flattest regions of the planet's surface, due to the large and cumbersome size of the shuttles. Many of the lowest class of colonists arrived on aging derelict shuttles, which would be left behind and scrapped for parts. The large amounts of carbon dioxide did not seem to bother these first colonists, many of whom seemed to be dressed in ragged clothing, and more than a few were wearing chains. The last to exit the shuttles were soldiers in Goliath Battle Suits (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/ps01.jpg), though the humanoids inside seemed far more frail and less intimidating, as if they belonged to two separate species.

Following these shuttles were the second batch of citizens, human-looking people, though far more frail and almost all of them seemed to be wearing breathing apparatus. Eventually most of them removed their apparatus, and these people were followed by strange mechanized spiders the size of tanks. A few of these began to fire upon the small gray creatures, as the bodies were quickly taken back to the ship for some reason. This was soon followed by a few scientists and their mechanized assistants collecting numerous strains of plants as well.

The numerous silver orbs now spread across the vast planet's surface continued to transmit quietly, sending the topography and seismography to the Judicator, which only now slowly edged closer to the planet's surface, a blackened blot against the planet's sky. A few of the colonist's children were already out and about, playing around within the perimeter, for the most part.

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"Feels a bit like home, doesn't it?" A violet eyed humanesque figure said over the occasional hum coming from the arriving and departing shuttles, he couldn't help laughing at what he'd said, as it was nothing at all like the system they'd come from, "Never would have thought I'd be able to see a place so green in my lifetime. I guess even in the Triumvirate, times change."

"Well, at least we were able to beat those Zephonians to the punch this time. Damn fanatics..." A strange hybrid said, picking a large section of grass and placing it to his nose, "I've heard they're already looking for areas to strip-mine with the pods... Some days I don't think I'll ever understand progress..."

The Three Greal cruisers continued moving toward one of the planets, the flagship of the small group was the Bleeder. The Admiral read reports on the Zillars until an aide came in.
"Admiral, we've picked up a fleet nearby. It may be the Zillars."

The admiral,surprised, dropped his papers, but did not picked them up, he ran after the aide into the control room. He asked how many Zillar ships were there.

"A lot, and some big ships too." was the response

"Charge up the lasers, "turn on" the shields. Prepare for battle." said the Admiral, alarms sounded around the ship, and crewman went to work.

"Sir, they are not Zillar ships." said an aide.

"What?" said the Admiral he approached the screen and saw "footage" of the unknown ships landing ships onto the surface of the planet.

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A black creature approached the humans cautiously, this was the planet's main predator. It looked liked a dragon from the old myths. More black creatures approached the colony, some of them eyed the children.

The Zillars found a message from the colonists that was transmitted hours ago, the Zillars translated the message and they knew that meant trouble. They sent a message to the Zillar headquarters asking for ships to wipe ou the colonists. Meanwhile, a message was sent to the colonists from the Zillars, this is what the message would look like in translation.

Greetings, this is a message from the Zillar Republic. You are in our sector without permission.

"Captain... It appears three unidentified ships have entered the system... They are unknowns. Should I have our asteroid and outer forces launch a surprise attack?" The ship's computer asked, bringing up a scan of the ships from one of the nearest scouts, "They do not seem to have many design similarities with the ships which left during our arrival." As if to illustrate this, the two different designs appeared next to each other.

"Hmm... Well, we might as well communicate with them. Stop sending shuttles for the time being and put all power to shields." He then began to input signals, as he looked over to Ambassador Obsidian, who was communicating with some of the science officers on the ground below, who were already doing an impromptu biopsy on one of the gray creatures, "Do you have any opinion on the matter, sir?"

"No, not at all. I'll leave this issue in your hands... It should be alright as long as they don't come too close." The Ambassador said in a whisper, apparently too enthralled with the footage in front of him.

"Captain, we are getting a secondary message from outside of the solar system." The translated message was immediately shown in front of him, causing a slight pause, "Sir, strange creatures on the planet's surface appear to be hostile. We must have missed them with the scans..." The voice trailed off as scenes from this too, began to present themselves.

"What?! All of this at once, eh? Can't just take off with the shuttles either..." He mumbled softly, before pausing to allow an energetic smile to come across his face, "Ah! But they're dealing with a man hand chosen by the Emperor himself! Bring up the screens, I have an idea..."

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Imperial Message to Unidentified Ships
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"Greetings, this is Captain Corinth of the Colossus class ship Judicator. If you are a member of the Zillar Republic, let it be known that the Empire refuses to acknowledge your claim to this uninhabited planet due to your lack of participation in Imperial Doctrine 129-ZD. The planet's surface has been thoroughly scanned, and without any signs of settlements, we are forced to deny your claim to this planet. Any attempts to come within range of this peaceful colonial mission will result in a war with the people of Zillar."

The man on the other side of the screen had long dark hair and a pair of violet hued eyes, behind him standing a labyrinth of wiring and holographic screens, along with another man watching what appeared to be some sort of dissection going on. Despite this, he kept his cool when the video was watching him, awaiting a response as he quietly typed up the orders for the people on the surface.

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Planet's Surface

"Everyone! Back to the shuttles!" A loud booming voice began to sound off, emanating from one of the Goliaths as it suddenly moved near a group of the children, standing in front of them as his gaze quickly turned to another one, "All Goliath units cover the civilians! Use the 'tanks for backup! Do NOT use the gas on them until all of the civilians are in the shuttles!"

With that, the Goliath up front lobbed a plasma grenade far from the perimeter of the children, into a large group of the farthest creatures. The others followed suit, most of them resorting to infantry-killing weaponry such as super-heated chainguns, attempting to draw attention away from the civilians as they fled to the shuttles lining the ground. The suits were designed to give the men the strength of fifteen men, but even that was probably not enough to deal with these bizarre otherworldly creatures.

However, many of the civilians were too far from the perimeter to be adequately protected, and between the the monstrous black creatures and the Goliaths' volleys of super-heated munitions, in a matter of seconds a few of the men and women literally exploded from the impacting bullets, not being quick enough to get out of the way as a shower of gore splattered some of the closest beasts. The children were for the most part luckier, as one of the Goliaths charged forward to rescue them, going against every shred of protocol for the Triumvirate's military as he attempted to hold it down with the help of his enhanced exoskeleton.

"GET INTO THE SHUTTLES! QUICKLY!!!" The man began to scream as the large metallic legs pushed into the ground to get traction, "Ugahhhh!!! Die, Monster!"

OOC: I'm not sure if you'll approve of psionics, so I'll just leave that out of the general RP for the time being I suppose. How many exactly are there? There are three landing zones, but I'll just guess that its happening in the two other ones as well. Feel free to go wild with the descriptive death scenes if you want. Especially with the Goliath, since he pretty much has it coming. Yesss. *wink*

Once they realise that Greal isn't in any way related to the Zillar Republic, they'll send them a message as well.

<<Open the node up, sweetie. I want that information.>>

<My, my. Disraeli, where are you going?>

<<Well, Vicky, there's a large patch of uncolonized space. A few habitable worlds. As it stands, the government's subcontracting me to this.. Fourteenth Sun corporation. Apparently, they're a xeno study organization. Got a startup grant in exchange for letting the info boys sift their information before they release it to the general public. They're into colonization, xenoarchaeology, and xenobiology. Odd set of interests, but, hey. They're hiring a superfortress for a day.>>

<Really? The Realm let them hire you just like that?>

<<Well, no. Not really. They're just hiring my scientific equipment and troops for a bit. My mission is to sweep out there, and look big and imposing to our new Greali allies and anyone else who happens to be inhabiting the sector. But, considering my operating costs are almost being covered, it's win-win.>>

<Fine. ==nodeaccess[code]==>

<<Thank you, Vicky.>>

<If you call me that again, no more nodes for you.>

Silence. The superfortress Disraeli jumped, and appeared in what they'd designated Company Outpost Fourteen - the system between Greal and Northern Rangeria.

Almost immediately, troops began flooding the worlds below, combing it in their millions, setting up secure networks and operating domes, perimetre defenses and minor fabbing plants. Enough to leave any biology team with equipment for decades. That being done, the superfortress jumped over to the nearby asteroid belt. While it wasn't a factory on the scale of, say, a battleplate, it'd more than suffice to set up some rudimentary spaceborne defenses and communications systems.

Efficient.

Of course, back on Hypatia, the CEO of Fourteenth Sun was looking dismally at his purse. While he'd managed to get a world within hours, instead of the months it'd normally take to establish a secure foothold, the expense!

He just hoped his stockholders didn't find out too soon.

"Captain... It appears three unidentified ships have entered the system... They are unknowns. Should I have our asteroid and outer forces launch a surprise attack?" The ship's computer asked, bringing up a scan of the ships from one of the nearest scouts, "They do not seem to have many design similarities with the ships which left during our arrival." As if to illustrate this, the two different designs appeared next to each other.

"Hmm... Well, we might as well communicate with them. Stop sending shuttles for the time being and put all power to shields." He then began to input signals, as he looked over to Ambassador Obsidian, who was communicating with some of the science officers on the ground below, who were already doing an impromptu biopsy on one of the gray creatures, "Do you have any opinion on the matter, sir?"

"No, not at all. I'll leave this issue in your hands... It should be alright as long as they don't come too close." The Ambassador said in a whisper, apparently too enthralled with the footage in front of him.

"Captain, we are getting a secondary message from outside of the solar system." The translated message was immediately shown in front of him, causing a slight pause, "Sir, strange creatures on the planet's surface appear to be hostile. We must have missed them with the scans..." The voice trailed off as scenes from this too, began to present themselves.

"What?! All of this at once, eh? Can't just take off with the shuttles either..." He mumbled softly, before pausing to allow an energetic smile to come across his face, "Ah! But they're dealing with a man hand chosen by the Emperor himself! Bring up the screens, I have an idea..."

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Imperial Message to Unidentified Ships
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"Greetings, this is Captain Corinth of the Colossus class ship Judicator. If you are a member of the Zillar Republic, let it be known that the Empire refuses to acknowledge your claim to this uninhabited planet due to your lack of participation in Imperial Doctrine 129-ZD. The planet's surface has been thoroughly scanned, and without any signs of settlements, we are forced to deny your claim to this planet. Any attempts to come within range of this peaceful colonial mission will result in a war with the people of Zillar."

The man on the other side of the screen had long dark hair and a pair of violet hued eyes, behind him standing a labyrinth of wiring and holographic screens, along with another man watching what appeared to be some sort of dissection going on. Despite this, he kept his cool when the video was watching him, awaiting a response as he quietly typed up the orders for the people on the surface.

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Planet's Surface

"Everyone! Back to the shuttles!" A loud booming voice began to sound off, emanating from one of the Goliaths as it suddenly moved near a group of the children, standing in front of them as his gaze quickly turned to another one, "All Goliath units cover the civilians! Use the 'tanks for backup! Do NOT use the gas on them until all of the civilians are in the shuttles!"

With that, the Goliath up front lobbed a plasma grenade far from the perimeter of the children, into a large group of the farthest creatures. The others followed suit, most of them resorting to infantry-killing weaponry such as super-heated chainguns, attempting to draw attention away from the civilians as they fled to the shuttles lining the ground. The suits were designed to give the men the strength of fifteen men, but even that was probably not enough to deal with these bizarre otherworldly creatures.

However, many of the civilians were too far from the perimeter to be adequately protected, and between the the monstrous black creatures and the Goliaths' volleys of super-heated munitions, in a matter of seconds a few of the men and women literally exploded from the impacting bullets, not being quick enough to get out of the way as a shower of gore splattered some of the closest beasts. The children were for the most part luckier, as one of the Goliaths charged forward to rescue them, going against every shred of protocol for the Triumvirate's military as he attempted to hold it down with the help of his enhanced exoskeleton.

"GET INTO THE SHUTTLES! QUICKLY!!!" The man began to scream as the large metallic legs pushed into the ground to get traction, "Ugahhhh!!! Die, Monster!"

OOC: I'm not sure if you'll approve of psionics, so I'll just leave that out of the general RP for the time being I suppose. How many exactly are there? There are three landing zones, but I'll just guess that its happening in the two other ones as well. Feel free to go wild with the descriptive death scenes if you want. Especially with the Goliath, since he pretty much has it coming. Yesss. *wink*

Once they realise that Greal isn't in any way related to the Zillar Republic, they'll send them a message as well.

The cruisers continued moving, then suddenly the message appeared on their screens.

"Greetings, this is Captain Corinth of the Colossus class ship Judicator. If you are a member of the Zillar Republic, let it be known that the Empire refuses to acknowledge your claim to this uninhabited planet due to your lack of participation in Imperial Doctrine 129-ZD. The planet's surface has been thoroughly scanned, and without any signs of settlements, we are forced to deny your claim to this planet. Any attempts to come within range of this peaceful colonial mission will result in a war with the people of Zillar."

"Admiral?" asked the aide as he read the message.

"They are not Zillars, thats for sure, stop the engines, lower the alert level, but keep the shields, since those ships look deadly.

Another message was sent back from the cruisers.

Message to Unknown ships

"This is the cruiser, Rammer, of the Greal Galactic Imperial Navy. We are not the Zillars, we have be battling them ever since we claimed some planets of the system nearby. We do wish to know what empire your ships belong too."

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The Black creatures, ran off at fantastic speed away from the explosions. Some of the creatures were dead, another creature, with massive strong claws attacked a man in a "suit" that was yelling at him.

The Zillars waited patiently for a response.

Colonizing Planets (Open, FT: OOC) (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13580677#post13580677)

There was a slight pause between responses as the captain looked over at the Ambassador, then at the representation of the ship's AI. His orders has already cost the lives of a handful of colonists, judging from the rather violent screen nearby, but it was a loss that he was willing to take to get things set up on the planet as soon as possible. In the back of his mind he was trying to picture a way to use this chance encounter to help stabilize the system's colonization. If these were in fact the same Greal which had originally sent the message out, it would be too chancy to attempt to take them out for their own colonies, there were probably more of them in the systems nearby... He would need to know which colonies were theirs in advance, but some sort of alliance was more than adequate, especially given their lack of knowledge on the Triumvirate themselves...

"Excellent... With the assistance of the Empire of Greal, we'll be able to this Zillar Republic like the trash that it is!" He said with a smile, as he looked over at the Judicator, "Judicator, have the ship's shield's lowered and keep the pods on phase one until further notice. Also, inform Catharsis that I shall be making a temporary alliance with the Greal Empire, to ensure the colonization of this sector."

"Yes Captain." A resounding voice said softly, echoing throughout the massive command center, as the captain readied his response for the Empire in front of him.

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Imperial Message to Rammer
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"It is a pleasure to come into contact with the esteemed Empire which first discovered this large cluster of solar systems. The fact that you've informed the rest of the Universe of this, even managing to reach as far as our own Empire was quite an impressive act of generosity. As far as we know so far, the Zillar are not on the homeworld that we're currently colonizing, but their Republic appear to be interested in forcing us away from this claim, although we haven't noticed anything aside from three ships leaving the system upon our arrival.

This is the Colossus Class Ship Judicator, of the Autocratic Triumvirate of Nili, located within the Zeres System. From one Empire to another, we would like to offer the hand of friendship and military alliance against what appear to be our mutual foes at this time... Perhaps a trade of galactic maps and other data are in order?"

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As the massive clawed creature rampaged forward, trampling across the ground, the man quickly flung a massive metallic arm in front of him, followed by a tingling sensation in the back of his neck as it quickly released a constant stream of super-heated metal, tearing the hapless beast in half and sending the still-living torso flailing towards the reinforced glass of his visor. Despite the strength of the material, it immediately shattered upon impact with the creature's clawed arm, which continued forward into the man's face, getting lodged in the thick metal shell behind it and colliding with the wiring as the electricity began to pulsate up the creature's arm and into its body.

As the creature's body began to convulse and steam up from the electricity, one of the higher ranked Officers stepped forward, sending a silent command through his suit to all of the other soldiers signaling that the civilians were all safely within the shuttles. With no more need to hold back, they switched to thermal and began to lob more grenades along the perimeter, filling the area with massive clouds of noxious black nerve agents.

"Hopefully this'll keep those things from getting any closer until we get more support reinforcements from the Judicator." A soldier signaled quietly through his suit, as he gave the order to fall back to the shuttles and allow the spider-tanks to pick off anything that approached on thermal.

There was a slight pause between responses as the captain looked over at the Ambassador, then at the representation of the ship's AI. His orders has already cost the lives of a handful of colonists, judging from the rather violent screen nearby, but it was a loss that he was willing to take to get things set up on the planet as soon as possible. In the back of his mind he was trying to picture a way to use this chance encounter to help stabilize the system's colonization. If these were in fact the same Greal which had originally sent the message out, it would be too chancy to attempt to take them out for their own colonies, there were probably more of them in the systems nearby... He would need to know which colonies were theirs in advance, but some sort of alliance was more than adequate, especially given their lack of knowledge on the Triumvirate themselves...

"Excellent... With the assistance of the Empire of Greal, we'll be able to this Zillar Republic like the trash that it is!" He said with a smile, as he looked over at the Judicator, "Judicator, have the ship's shield's lowered and keep the pods on phase one until further notice. Also, inform Catharsis that I shall be making a temporary alliance with the Greal Empire, to ensure the colonization of this sector."

"Yes Captain." A resounding voice said softly, echoing throughout the massive command center, as the captain readied his response for the Empire in front of him.

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Imperial Message to Rammer
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"It is a pleasure to come into contact with the esteemed Empire which first discovered this large cluster of solar systems. The fact that you've informed the rest of the Universe of this, even managing to reach as far as our own Empire was quite an impressive act of generosity. As far as we know so far, the Zillar are not on the homeworld that we're currently colonizing, but their Republic appear to be interested in forcing us away from this claim, although we haven't noticed anything aside from three ships leaving the system upon our arrival.

This is the Colossus Class Ship Judicator, of the Autocratic Triumvirate of Nili, located within the Zeres System. From one Empire to another, we would like to offer the hand of friendship and military alliance against what appear to be our mutual foes at this time... Perhaps a trade of galactic maps and other data are in order?"

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As the massive clawed creature rampaged forward, trampling across the ground, the man quickly flung a massive metallic arm in front of him, followed by a tingling sensation in the back of his neck as it quickly released a constant stream of super-heated metal, tearing the hapless beast in half and sending the still-living torso flailing towards the reinforced glass of his visor. Despite the strength of the material, it immediately shattered upon impact with the creature's clawed arm, which continued forward into the man's face, getting lodged in the thick metal shell behind it and colliding with the wiring as the electricity began to pulsate up the creature's arm and into its body.

As the creature's body began to convulse and steam up from the electricity, one of the higher ranked Officers stepped forward, sending a silent command through his suit to all of the other soldiers signaling that the civilians were all safely within the shuttles. With no more need to hold back, they switched to thermal and began to lob more grenades along the perimeter, filling the area with massive clouds of noxious black nerve agents.

"Hopefully this'll keep those things from getting any closer until we get more support reinforcements from the Judicator." A soldier signaled quietly through his suit, as he gave the order to fall back to the shuttles and allow the spider-tanks to pick off anything that approached on thermal.

The Admiral read the message.


"It is a pleasure to come into contact with the esteemed Empire which first discovered this large cluster of solar systems. The fact that you've informed the rest of the Universe of this, even managing to reach as far as our own Empire was quite an impressive act of generosity. As far as we know so far, the Zillar are not on the homeworld that we're currently colonizing, but their Republic appear to be interested in forcing us away from this claim, although we haven't noticed anything aside from three ships leaving the system upon our arrival.

This is the Colossus Class Ship Judicator, of the Autocratic Triumvirate of Nili, located within the Zeres System. From one Empire to another, we would like to offer the hand of friendship and military alliance against what appear to be our mutual foes at this time... Perhaps a trade of galactic maps and other data are in order?"

"Turn down the shields, they are helping us battling the Zillars. I wonder if anyone has ever seen a Zillar before, besides their ships." said the Admiral pacing around the control room

""None sir."

The cruisers turned down their shields and stopped charging the lasers.

Message to the Autocratic Triumvirate of Nili ships

"We should like to mention that 48 hours ago, we were battling the Zillars near this home world, and we spotted their ships heading to this homeworld. We suspect that the Zillars have a base on the planet you are colonizing."

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The Black creatures were gone now, everything was quiet again. But then big black metallic balls came out of the ground and rolled toward the shuttles, these balls were about the size of a (Modern car) and were "painted" black.

"Did you hear that, Judicator? They seem to be willing to at least assist us with information on these Zillar... Though if we haven't found them from the surface scans, they're probably hiding below the surface, just like the vermin they are." He mused quietly as he looked over at the Judicator, its expressionless eyes looking back at him as he suddenly smiled, getting another idea, as his eyes wandered to the screen back on the planet, "Prepare burrowing mode for the pods, keep me informed on any signs of life. We'll see if we can get the Greal Empire to assist us. Until then, deploy the Atmospheric bombers anywhere that we discover settlements or their entrances."

"Yes Captain. I am now receiving word from Catharsis."

"And?"

"They are sorry, but if you are unable to convert the planet into a suitable colony within the time alloted to you... Or if the Judicator or the Harmony Class are damaged, the penalty will be Cryostatis for an unknown time period. If you are unable to seize the planet, you are to exterminate all life with the Harmony Class."

"...Well, it looks like I'll have to ask the Greal if they would like to come to the planet's surface and assist with the search. Though they seem to hate the Zillar enough that it may not be too much of a problem if we promise to assist them with the defense of their own system."

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Imperial Message to Rammer
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"If that is so, we would like to ask if you would like to give us assistance in finding and eradicating these trouble-makers? Even as we speak we seem to be under attack by them. In exchange, you can count on us to assist you with the cleansing of any other Zillar homeworlds which offer you any trouble."

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As the black orbs erupted from the ground, the Goliaths and their counterparts, the Standard Enforcement tanks began to fire at them from their places, linking up to better their accuracy and get a layout of the area within the slowly dissipating nerve agents. Due to their size, the Goliaths quickly switched to their shoulder-mounted ballistics technology, firing at the closest ones as the tanks quickly lurched across the newest, gas-drenched battlefield, firing short bursts of plasma rounds at the large massive blackened orbs.

One of the tank's crewmembers looked over at the infrared map established by the numerous vehicles and the shuttles, occasionally firing multiple bursts at the closest ones, "Stand back in case of them exploding! I'm liking this less and less!"


Further away, a distant signal from the massive black void in the sky was relayed to the hundreds of silverish pods, the probes suddenly began many of them quickly began to roll over, with the help of tiny metal prods pushing them onto their sides. A few minutes later, the bottoms opened up as the ship suddenly began to push itself downward into the ground, burrowing into the planet's surface. In loose soil or sand, they would move at roughly six or seven feet per minute, though this would be as much as quartered in the hardest of rocks, and should it reach reinforced metal, would barely be able to do any damage in a significant amount of time. Though their point was not to destroy reinforced bunkers, but to discover them.

As this was going on, the vast underside of the Colossus began to light up, as small squadrons of large-hulled atmospheric bombers began to fall from it towards the planet's atmosphere before quickly thrusting forward, circling the planet and waiting for further orders from the pods themselves.

Coupled with this, more silver orbs from before were also being unloaded from the ship's hull, in small but constant streams, as they flew forward towards the closest planets and other obstructions, to be called for in case of any sort of attack.

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Imperial Message to Zillar
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While we may have originally humored the idea of leaving the homeworld, should proper precedent of your civilization been discovered in our records, we have so far discovered no colonies or civilizations on the planet's surface. Instead we have discovered nothing more than wild beasts which have now pinned down our colonists, and taken some of their lives. The Great Empire which we come from can not allow such a slight to befall us, and will remain until we are satisfied.

Any movements of your ships into the star system that we are currently holding will result in war with our great Empire. As we have recently discovered others who are likewise at war with you, we feel that you have very little to pump up your idle Republic Threats.

If you would like to continue these messages, perhaps in the form of a formal surrender or apology for wasting our time, we will remain in contact with you.

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"Message sent, Captain. I will attempt to trace the signal to them, as ordered."

"Good. Any word from the planet's surface?"

"None yet sir. They seem to still be fending off the oddly colored pods..."

"Well, that can't be helped I suppose. If things continue like this, attempt to contact the Ambassador. We might need his opinion on the proper course of action should we discover the Zillar's location outside of this system."

The ARM's intervention had caused a withdraw. The DO command had already decided that the Zillars were to be wiped out in order to send a message. However, in order to destroy the Zillars, ARM had to be broken and scattered.

The plan was simple, the new target was the ARM system in the Zillar sector. Once the ARM were gone, the system could be used as a beachhead to conquer the rest of the sector. The fleets were reorganized and sent back.

"If that is so, we would like to ask if you would like to give us assistance in finding and eradicating these trouble-makers? Even as we speak we seem to be under attack by them. In exchange, you can count on us to assist you with the cleansing of any other Zillar homeworlds which offer you any trouble."


"Well Admiral?" asked one of the aides on board

"Agree to it, we might as well get rid of these Zillars together." said the Admiral.

"Yes sir."

Message to the Autocratic Triumvirate of Nili ships

We will assist you and send you what information we have on these Zillars.

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Some of the big balls stopped rolling, as metallic legs came out of the ball. It now looked like a gigantic spider that had a Blaster coming out of its head and began firing at the tanks, the other balls kept rolling toward the tanks, some exploding into debris. More and more "Black Spiders" came out of the ground.

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No reply was sent to the message sent back to the Zillars. The Zillar Republic authorized a massive fleet to conquer these people that were attacking one of their homeworlds.

"Ah, it seems they've accepted... Just in the knick of time too." The captain said with a smile, before pressing a few rectangles on a holographic control panel that appeared in front of him, "Until the pods detect any of their settlements, have the current atmospheric bombers assist with protecting the colonists... As soon as things cool down along each of the three landing zones, we'll continue with the stream of colonists, but make sure the next groups have more ground units to help pacify these devolved rodents. I don't want to have to go digging for them if we can just send the pods and explosives down after them!"

"Yes Captain."

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"Aiiieeee!!!" The scream came from one of the Goliaths as the suit was knocked back by a sudden explosion, the smoking hulk of a suit slowly getting back up, despite the nearly shattered visor and missing turret on his shoulder, "Dammit! Where the hell are the reinforcements?!"

All around him soldiers and tanks were receiving fire from the subterranean horrors, as their cybernetic mapping systems were slowly being filled with the locations of more and more enemy combatants. The battlefield was becoming messy, as the artillery fire occasionally penetrated their armor, decapitating or mutilating the men and women inside as they continually received orders from their superior officers telling them where to go and now, which targets to aim for. The Enforcement tanks themselves were doing a little better, with the exception of those which were blindsided by one of the explosive orbs, the rest quickly strafing from side-to-side.

Just when it looked like the smoke-filled, heavily erratic battle would be lost, their training kept them cool under pressure and fighting like the machines they were taught to behave as(for the most part). Even though they apparently still had the superior firepower, they lacked both the manpower to battle these sorts of things, and the element of surprise which these strange machines seemed to be taking full advantage of; as the apparently never-ending stream of the subterranean orbs continued to sprout out of the ground! It was almost as if these backwards primitive creatures were a match for the might of the Triumvirate's Military, but such thoughts were quickly disregarded as ludicrous; most of the soldiers were conditioned all their lives to think otherwise. As if to confirm this sort of thinking, a bulbous blackened silhouette quickly streamed overhead, suddenly dropping its payload of dagger-like missiles, careening downward at the farthest reaches of the battlefield, as the radius of the blast was suddenly calculated into their suits. The capable soldiers and tanks quickly backed away, releasing hails of fire at their endless opponents, before bunkering down for the Atmospheric Bomber's first salvo...

In an instant, time seemed to slow down as all eyes rested on a group of small blackened orbs coming from the front of the bomber, their main payloads not being used for the safety of their own soldiers. As the large amount of small payloads fell downward on the outer fringes of the battlefield, they almost immediately began to speed up, slamming beneath the surface of the ground before exploding, causing a massive flash as waves of heat and charred, even burning soil burst upwards, sending many of the already hunkered down Goliaths falling over from the sudden shockwaves, leaving only the much heavier tanks to continue firing from their prone position. By and large, most of the Goliath units up to this point were either too badly damaged to do anything aside from attempting to evade blasts or dead.

Hovering over the atmosphere, the Gestalt system responsible for the various pods continued to monitor their progress through the ground, still waiting to find any abnormalities. Depending on the depths of the Zillar, they might have to take the colonists off temporarily to thin out the earth above where the blackened orbs were coming from. The fact that they seemed to at least follow vaguely similar technology to that of their own podships, intrigued much of the Gestalt, and plans on taking this technology were also underway. Due to its advanced nature, it was far better to be in the hands of the Triumvirate than such a reckless group as the Zillar.

The Cruisers quickly called for aid from a Greal fleet, a hour later, a fleet entered the system, the 1st Colony Fleet. The fleet sent a message to the colonists that they wishes to land some of their units at once to combat these strange orbs.


1st Colony Fleet

1 Striker Class Battleship (Hegemony)
1 Bothan Class Destroyers (Red Day)
1 Guardian Class Escort Carrier (Dark Drone)
5 Frimtrix Class Cruisers (Taylor, Dollar, Pirate, World's End, Secret)
1 Orlin Class Mine Ship (Impossible)
1 Proformer Class Hospital Ship (Dream)


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As the orbs were attacked, they exploded with such force that anyone standing within 20 feet of one of them would be blown down by the explosion. Some of the "black spiders, began firing at the bombers flying over, the blasters they had were aimed up at the bombers. More black spiders came out of the ground, even a couple came out of the ground behind the tanks.

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It was at this point that the remaining Goliaths, along with those who had somehow managed to pry off what was left of their suits, began to make a retreat back towards the lightly armed shuttles. The empire never spent too much time arming shuttles that belonged to lower classes of Catharsis, and their turrets barely left any scratches against the black spiders as they ripped forth from the ground. As the men scrambled for safety, one of the spiders burst upwards from in front of the group, tearing him apart with a single blast to his chest. A female soldier was crushed, having barely made it out of her Goliath, but more than half of the remaining survivors, how few there were, did eventually make it back to the shuttles.

The tanks fought as best they could, as a nearby explosion had forced more than one of them to limp around, and the charred carapaces literally covered the battleground, intertwined with what was left of the black spider machines. It was a bit humorous, the two different colored spiders battling eachother, and though the Triumvirate's tanks were far larger, they were greatly outnumbered, and by this time the shuttles themselves were taking the brunt of the damage.

All of this was interceded by sudden bursts of light as the bombers dropped their payloads all around the battered landscape surrounding the massive shuttles. Most of the foliage was in flames, and a different kind of noxious smoke was filling the air. Most of the bombers were far too high to be shot down accurately, but as one did go down, its pilot ejected as the bulbous black orb careened behind some nearby mountains. Despite the numerous fail-safes in place, the anti-matter reactors aboard the ship, along with its massive payload caused an enormous glow brighter than planet's star to appear on horizon, decimating the mountain's face and spraying the distant area in trace amounts of radiation...

After a near-miss with a secondary atmospheric bomber, they began to steadily hover upwards, lest one of them accidentally crashes somewhere near the shuttles. They would have to be retrofitted back on the Judicator, and their only replacements, the numerous computerized podships, were being prepped for atmospheric flight in the meantime.

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Imperial Message to Greal Fleet
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"We would be honored to receive any assistance you can provide! We were unable to land as many ground forces as was apparently necessary in the first few hours of the colonization effort! Any assistance will be appreciated! There are three landing zones, with a total of sixty thousand settlers currently on the surface!"

It was at this point that the remaining Goliaths, along with those who had somehow managed to pry off what was left of their suits, began to make a retreat back towards the lightly armed shuttles. The empire never spent too much time arming shuttles that belonged to lower classes of Catharsis, and their turrets barely left any scratches against the black spiders as they ripped forth from the ground. As the men scrambled for safety, one of the spiders burst upwards from in front of the group, tearing him apart with a single blast to his chest. A female soldier was crushed, having barely made it out of her Goliath, but more than half of the remaining survivors, how few there were, did eventually make it back to the shuttles.

The tanks fought as best they could, as a nearby explosion had forced more than one of them to limp around, and the charred carapaces literally covered the battleground, intertwined with what was left of the black spider machines. It was a bit humorous, the two different colored spiders battling eachother, and though the Triumvirate's tanks were far larger, they were greatly outnumbered, and by this time the shuttles themselves were taking the brunt of the damage.

All of this was interceded by sudden bursts of light as the bombers dropped their payloads all around the battered landscape surrounding the massive shuttles. Most of the foliage was in flames, and a different kind of noxious smoke was filling the air. Most of the bombers were far too high to be shot down accurately, but as one did go down, its pilot ejected as the bulbous black orb careened behind some nearby mountains. Despite the numerous fail-safes in place, the anti-matter reactors aboard the ship, along with its massive payload caused an enormous glow brighter than planet's star to appear on horizon, decimating the mountain's face and spraying the distant area in trace amounts of radiation...

After a near-miss with a secondary atmospheric bomber, they began to steadily hover upwards, lest one of them accidentally crashes somewhere near the shuttles. They would have to be retrofitted back on the Judicator, and their only replacements, the numerous computerized podships, were being prepped for atmospheric flight in the meantime.

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Imperial Message to Greal Fleet
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"We would be honored to receive any assistance you can provide! We were unable to land as many ground forces as was apparently necessary in the first few hours of the colonization effort! Any assistance will be appreciated! There are three landing zones, with a total of sixty thousand settlers currently on the surface!"

The black spiders went back into the ground suddenly, they were very fast, and could avoid a shot by moving to the side. Everything was quiet again, the ground was littered with bodies and pieces of the black spiders that exploded.

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Message to the Autocratic Triumvirate of Nili ships

We will be landing forces shortly.

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The flagship of the 1st colony fleet, the Striker Class Battleship (Hegemony), began to launch drop ships to the surface, they were extremely fast and were used when soldiers needed reinforcements quickly. About a hundred drop ships landed on the planet, and each dropship carried 30 troops or 4 tanks or any kind.

A few All Terrain Armored Transports (http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff41/838millionman/at-at.jpg?t=1206608097) and All-Terrain Experimental Transports (http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff41/838millionman/AT-XT.jpg?t=1206608156) were on the drop ships, but most of the vehicles were Armored Attack Tanks (http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff41/838millionman/AAT.jpg?t=1206608204) or Chariot Light Assault Vehicles (http://i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff41/838millionman/ChariotLav.jpg?t=1206608236). Greal troops, in their heavy battlesuits looked around the unfamiliar terrain. Now the Greal small force went to look for the settlers.

Upon the shuttle's arrival upon the planet's surface, the Judicator's AI attempted to send them the coordinates of the three landing zones of the colonists, all within only a couple kilometers of each other. Along with this were the specs that the Gestalt and the soldiers on the ground had gathered. While signaling, the AI also attempted to 'seed' the numerous shuttles, so as to keep track of where they were in the dense mountainous terrain below to prevent firing upon them by mistake. The AI did not know how the forces would respond, but continued with a message to what appeared to be the Rammer.

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Imperial Message to Greal Fleet
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We would like to inform you that we are going to continue sending colonists to the three primary landing zones at this time, as the fighting has apparently stopped. Our ship is currently sending your ship information on what we've discovered so far, and we hope that it might be of some use to your forces. Likewise, if any information on the Zillar or there whereabouts becomes known, we would like it to be immediately sent to the Judicator.

Our scientists are currently dissecting the indigenous lifeforms first found on the planet, and would like your assistance in giving us any biological or genetic data on the Zillar themselves, along with any of your own species currently on the planet's surface. We will be needing it to help with our Gestalt's current plotting out of future strategies, and to better differentiate between you and the enemy. Should we be forced to release biological or viral weaponry on the planet's surface, this would also ensure that no harm would come to you.

We originally expected a mere colonization, with perhaps a routine extermination mission and terraforming of the planet's atmosphere to better accommodate our needs. However, our enemy appears to be far deeper into the planet than we first thought, and has ground forces which are capable of outmaneuvering us due to their burrowing... During any subsequent attacks the Gestalts will attempt to tag their black orbs with homing devices so that we can find out where they are coming from.

We thank you for your assistance in this. We are currently requesting reinforcements from the home sector.

Judicator AI

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As the message concluded, the colony ships began to once again continue as if nothing had happened, sending more and more colonists, along with suitable weaponry and construction equipment(as mandated by the Gestalt), to the planet's three landing zones, the brunt of the shuttles targeting the largest one, positioned over the largest and most accessible plain. The two smaller landing zones had lost nearly all of their soldiers and tanks, though most of the colonists themselves were still alive.

Despite the far greater amount of debris and corpses littering the landscape, the main landing zone still had enough soldiers and tanks to rally the thousands of colonists there, forcing the laborers and less important or more physically augmented civilians to begin moving the rubble and debris for the ensuing shuttles. the Goliath Suits in particular, had to have their former wearers forcibly removed and tossed into one of the larger nearby craters, which was then covered and flammable liquid. Once most of the corpses were in a pile, they were unceremoniously ignited, the roaring fire occasionally broken by the cries of a child who had lost their parents, or a wife or husband who'd lost a spouse in the battle. Most of the Cartherai civilians coldly ignored the massive pyre, having 'more important duties' to attend to, as they cleared debris and began to repair he more badly damaged shuttles. The other two primary races on the planet were either too busy laboring through the wreckages(careful not to detonate any unexploded blackened spiders) or being prepped for arrival of the Greal military.

Upon the shuttle's arrival upon the planet's surface, the Judicator's AI attempted to send them the coordinates of the three landing zones of the colonists, all within only a couple kilometers of each other. Along with this were the specs that the Gestalt and the soldiers on the ground had gathered. While signaling, the AI also attempted to 'seed' the numerous shuttles, so as to keep track of where they were in the dense mountainous terrain below to prevent firing upon them by mistake. The AI did not know how the forces would respond, but continued with a message to what appeared to be the Rammer.

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Imperial Message to Greal Fleet
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We would like to inform you that we are going to continue sending colonists to the three primary landing zones at this time, as the fighting has apparently stopped. Our ship is currently sending your ship information on what we've discovered so far, and we hope that it might be of some use to your forces. Likewise, if any information on the Zillar or there whereabouts becomes known, we would like it to be immediately sent to the Judicator.

Our scientists are currently dissecting the indigenous lifeforms first found on the planet, and would like your assistance in giving us any biological or genetic data on the Zillar themselves, along with any of your own species currently on the planet's surface. We will be needing it to help with our Gestalt's current plotting out of future strategies, and to better differentiate between you and the enemy. Should we be forced to release biological or viral weaponry on the planet's surface, this would also ensure that no harm would come to you.

We originally expected a mere colonization, with perhaps a routine extermination mission and terraforming of the planet's atmosphere to better accommodate our needs. However, our enemy appears to be far deeper into the planet than we first thought, and has ground forces which are capable of outmaneuvering us due to their burrowing... During any subsequent attacks the Gestalts will attempt to tag their black orbs with homing devices so that we can find out where they are coming from.

We thank you for your assistance in this. We are currently requesting reinforcements from the home sector.

Judicator AI

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As the message concluded, the colony ships began to once again continue as if nothing had happened, sending more and more colonists, along with suitable weaponry and construction equipment(as mandated by the Gestalt), to the planet's three landing zones, the brunt of the shuttles targeting the largest one, positioned over the largest and most accessible plain. The two smaller landing zones had lost nearly all of their soldiers and tanks, though most of the colonists themselves were still alive.

Despite the far greater amount of debris and corpses littering the landscape, the main landing zone still had enough soldiers and tanks to rally the thousands of colonists there, forcing the laborers and less important or more physically augmented civilians to begin moving the rubble and debris for the ensuing shuttles. the Goliath Suits in particular, had to have their former wearers forcibly removed and tossed into one of the larger nearby craters, which was then covered and flammable liquid. Once most of the corpses were in a pile, they were unceremoniously ignited, the roaring fire occasionally broken by the cries of a child who had lost their parents, or a wife or husband who'd lost a spouse in the battle. Most of the Cartherai civilians coldly ignored the massive pyre, having 'more important duties' to attend to, as they cleared debris and began to repair he more badly damaged shuttles. The other two primary races on the planet were either too busy laboring through the wreckages(careful not to detonate any unexploded blackened spiders) or being prepped for arrival of the Greal military.

Message to the Autocratic Triumvirate of Nili ships

We currently have no idea what a Zillar looks like. We do have some information on what their ships are shaped like, what color they are. We will assume that the black orbs belong to the Zillars.

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The small Greal force moved through the plains toward the colony. They had seen some of the black creatures, but the creatures were scared off by the Greal All Terrain Armored Transports that could be seen from a mile around. Colonel Trixlin, un comfortable in his battle suit, watched the forest as he walked by them, he fired at one of the black creatures which snarled at him, but his blaster scared it away. A sergeant ran back to hi to report that they found the colony.

Upon Colonel Trixlin's arrival, small group of Goliaths, lead by what appeared to be a young looking human man wearing a white suit which had somehow managed to not become stained by the smoke, gore, and dirt that now surrounded the large landing zone. Upon their arrival, he gave a quiet polite bow at the mammoth machines, letting off an appreciative whistle upon spotting the sizes of them. He had dark hair, however his eyes were the an unnaturally dark red, and somehow his face seemed to have no signs of wrinkles, freckles, or other imperfections, to such a degree that it actually stood out.

"Welcome to the colony, my esteemed guests!" He shouted over at them, hoping that they could hear his voice, as he stared at them for a moment, "I'm surprised these massive walking machines were able to maneuver their way through all that vegetation and mountainous terrain to get here! Truly, your military scientists can not be faulted on their craftsmanship!"

Already, the debris were all in a massive pile and the corpses were mostly charred away into nothing but ashes. On the far side of the open plain, another massive shuttle, the first of many, was already landing. The colonization effort had once again begun.

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However, back on Catharsis, the Council formed to look into the recent colonization was already contemplating their next move. The Emperor himself had been promised by nearly half of them, the complete colonization of the star system. To fail him could mean only one thing... At worst it could mean Eternal Imprisonment; A fate far worse than a mere execution. If they were not able to conquer the planet's population, then it was already decided that it would be better to colonize a chunk of lifeless rock than allow another enemy of the Triumvirate to continue existing in the universe.

The Council of Twelve was made up of Cartherai, with only two Kabal seated, along with two androids from Arusia. This was mostly due to the stigma attached with Ashitare, and because there were no other races with a large enough population to ever be allowed in the political field. Despite their age, they all appeared to be in their prime, thanks to the clinical immortality that this lifestyle so often offered...

"Dalton, surely you can't be serious? Sending the Conquest? For what? To just float there and deposit filthy little colonists?!" Councilor Barkas said in disgust from across the dark room, "Why not simply send our entire space forces while we're at it?!"

"Serious?! I'm dead serious! We can't allow any failures to diminish our image, especially after our encounter with the Empire of Greal! Do you want an invasion force coming to Zeres?!" The man then slammed a fist into the table, catching one of the sleeping senators off-guard as the room suddenly grew colder.

"Gentlemen... Lets just send the Black Wind? That and two of the Thanatos class ships should be more than enough." A white haired man said with a strange glance around the room, as it once again returned to room temperature, "Otherwise, we'll be here all day... Meanwhile, we can make sure that our other capital ships are prepared as well." He then stood up, "Just think what would happen if, not only we conquered the planet, but managed to begin our subsequent phases, and get to phase 3 before the deadline? Once the military installation is set up, we can continue our colonization force onto the other homeworlds of these 'Zillar'."

"So what if we fail to take the planet?" One of the androids said quietly, before looking around at the other Councilors, some of which were nodding in approval at the question.

"With two, or even three Harmony-Class ships we can just wipe it out completely. As a last resort, of course. I mean, surely having a livable atmosphere would make colonization and the formation of the military installation cheaper, but at this point we're no longer simply colonizing a planet. We're under the spot-light of a potentially dangerous Empire. We need to show them what lengths we are willing to go for absolute victory."

There was a sudden pause, and later that night the decision was made to send the Black Wind, along with the Thanatos III and VI to the planet. Of the twelve votes, there were only three who voted against the sending of the fleet. They would be there before three earth days have passed.

Upon Colonel Trixlin's arrival, small group of Goliaths, lead by what appeared to be a young looking human man wearing a white suit which had somehow managed to not become stained by the smoke, gore, and dirt that now surrounded the large landing zone. Upon their arrival, he gave a quiet polite bow at the mammoth machines, letting off an appreciative whistle upon spotting the sizes of them. He had dark hair, however his eyes were the an unnaturally dark red, and somehow his face seemed to have no signs of wrinkles, freckles, or other imperfections, to such a degree that it actually stood out.

"Welcome to the colony, my esteemed guests!" He shouted over at them, hoping that they could hear his voice, as he stared at them for a moment, "I'm surprised these massive walking machines were able to maneuver their way through all that vegetation and mountainous terrain to get here! Truly, your military scientists can not be faulted on their craftsmanship!"

Already, the debris were all in a massive pile and the corpses were mostly charred away into nothing but ashes. On the far side of the open plain, another massive shuttle, the first of many, was already landing. The colonization effort had once again begun.



he giant Greal transports halted, and Greal troops began to come out of the transports, looking deadly to anyone, the battlesuits they had were excellently built for speed and armor. Greal tanks continued to come into the colony in a convoy, troops lined up for inspection, and also to impress the colonists. Colony Trixlin greeted the human, Trixlin was a Galax, and he was bigger then most humans.

Some of the crew in the machines smiled at the human’s comments about their machines. Then came a long line of battle robots that marched toward the colony.

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The Zillars prepared for against the Greal and the colonist forces. Hundreds of Black Orbs were assembled. Not to mention, a new terrifying weapon was about to be used………

"You can call me Argos. I am the leader of these colonists, and I would like you to know that should you need anything... whether that be fuel or supplies, we have more than enough to offer you should you run out." Argos then beckoned to one of the Goliaths, who quickly turned around as a small panel along the back opened up, allowing the Colonist leader to pull a wire from it and place it behind the back of his head, jabbing it into a small slot, "Hmm... It seems our burrowing pods haven't found anything yet either. Nevertheless, my offer stands! You and your people are welcome to make use of anything we have!"

As he said this, a vast number of white robotic spiders began to pour out of one of the transports, followed soon after by a group of large ten foot tall suited creatures. (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/DragoonXOmega.png) Almost immediately, they began to form ranks, still dwarfed by the enormous size and presence of the mighty ground forces from Greal. As soon as they formed rank, a large number of massive black terminals were being set up within the center of the area.

"Seismographs." He said quietly, as he pointed towards one and removed the wire from his neck, wiping the back of his neck with a handkerchief, "Between those and the Arusian Rippers, those suits with the tentacles on their faces, we're hoping to get some sort of warning before they start popping out from under us this time. So far we haven't found any tunnels that we'd feel safe storming, what about your men?" As he spoke, he seemed to pause occasionally, as if making sure he was saying them the correct way.

"You can call me Argos. I am the leader of these colonists, and I would like you to know that should you need anything... whether that be fuel or supplies, we have more than enough to offer you should you run out." Argos then beckoned to one of the Goliaths, who quickly turned around as a small panel along the back opened up, allowing the Colonist leader to pull a wire from it and place it behind the back of his head, jabbing it into a small slot, "Hmm... It seems our burrowing pods haven't found anything yet either. Nevertheless, my offer stands! You and your people are welcome to make use of anything we have!"

As he said this, a vast number of white robotic spiders began to pour out of one of the transports, followed soon after by a group of large ten foot tall suited creatures. (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/DragoonXOmega.png) Almost immediately, they began to form ranks, still dwarfed by the enormous size and presence of the mighty ground forces from Greal. As soon as they formed rank, a large number of massive black terminals were being set up within the center of the area.

"Seismographs." He said quietly, as he pointed towards one and removed the wire from his neck, wiping the back of his neck with a handkerchief, "Between those and the Arusian Rippers, those suits with the tentacles on their faces, we're hoping to get some sort of warning before they start popping out from under us this time. So far we haven't found any tunnels that we'd feel safe storming, what about your men?" As he spoke, he seemed to pause occasionally, as if making sure he was saying them the correct way.

"Our men have begun digging,. with the help of our Battle robots that can dig extremely fast.” Said Colonel Trixlin. He watched his force went to work, a converted digger tank begun letting off dirt and sand onto the grass, soon it was almost a size of a hill. Greal troops helped, but their digging efforts were not much of use.

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Meanwhile, another fleet had jumped into the system

The Zillars were here.

OOC:

Time to bring back the Colonial Carriers, hehe.

EDIT

Once a day posts more than likely, go easy. XD

IC:

The CVA-014 Essex had been brought out of retirement and restored to her original beauty. She had served dutifully centuries earlier during the Colonial Era, and had conquered every enemy the Colonial Union and then-new Republic had faced. During her plenty years of retirement after she was decommissioned, she was a Orbital Training Facility for new recruits. That made it easier to restore the aging Attack Carrier (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.c.cgi?board=gfmc&action=display&thread=1206818374&page=1#1206820092), which resembled the Yorktown in every possible aspect. The other Attack Carrier, the Plymouth, would soon return to service just as the Essex had.

On the bridge was Captain Alexander Yukov, commanding plenty of skirmishes during the Civil War-era and maintaining a status in the Grand Republic Navy that crossed over to the Federation Naval Force. Sixty-two years of service had made him a keen tactician, preferring to stay in command of ships rather than go to admiralty and serve there. The crew of the Essex were equally experienced, none being in training, and none having less than a years status in either command or piloting. This mission required that, because this mission was far away from their home Territory.

The bridge was designed with comfort in mind due to long-range mission of the Essex, expressing the space that the ship herself had. It was stationed forward, right above the two main ion turrets and far below the beginning of the designed "spearhead". In the middle of the bridge was a tactical table with touchscreen capability displaying all sensor readings and keeping tags on all friendly, enemy, and unknown ships. Everything was built around this tactical table, including the forward Operations consoles located before the Viewports that spanned the forward part of the bridge.

The Commanders Station was located behind the Operations Console to give the commander a good view of space. Beside the Commanders Console was tactical stations that lines the walls going back, and on the right side there was an elevated part where the Flight Operations Officer monitored all craft and acted as Command for docking and undocking. On the left side, above the tactical and critical stations, was a large display of monitors keeping track of the Essex both internally and externally. In the back of the bridge was two sliding bulkheads, in the center was some more stations. Above the Tactical Table was an array of monitors in a circular fashion, displaying sensor logs and readings to everyone around.

It was all positioned to be a tight arrangement, not too far a part but not so close to not allow someone to walk around. It gave the sense of importance, of duty, yet lacked the ability to let anyone get lazy or sleepy. Everything was designed to make sure you kept attention, even in the four hangers which lined the front "spearhead" of the Essex and two in rear where the engine assembly was located. Crew quarters were primarily stationed in the "spearhead" along various decks, and the officers and Captains quarters located behind the bridge, with a mess hall behind that. Various other mess halls and crew recreation and exercise facilities were located around the ship. The Critical compartments such as the Medical Bay was located in the rear, one secondary Medical Bay in the front for easy access should both half's become inaccessible during combat.

And everything that happened on the Essex could be monitored from here. Every Commanders dreamland. He nodded toward the Officer of the Watch, Commander Franklin Rollins, as he conveyed that the hyperspace jump was completed successfully. They had entered the territory where the new planets had been found. On board the Essex was vital construction supplies and military equipment for starting up an outpost. Further resources would be sent later once the Essex completed her mission. Not one to take chances, Alexander had personally requested a marine detachment in the happenstance scenario that someone on those planets might be harmful.

Out of the viewports he saw the beautiful blue world, looking more full of water than anything with a major landmass nearing the northern pole. This would be the new outpost, and the three Moons that orbited it would provide excellent mineral deposits, Alexander Hoped. One of the moons looked tropical, which surprised him. A lucky find indeed.

Making sure at the Tactical Table that no one else was in the vicinity, he ordered the Essex to begin orbital maneuvers. Now was the time to expand the Federation, by Colonial endeavors.

"Captain! We've have the Zillar detected at the far end of the system! One of the podships witnessed their jump!" There was some static as an image of their arrival suddenly appeared in front of Corinth, "All personnel shall be informed of this at once! Shall I inform the Greal Empire?"

"Of course you idiot!" He shouted, partly astonished that the Judicator would even bother asking such a question, another at the prospect of actually having some warning of their arrival, unlike on the planet's surface, "Gestalt, I want as many podships deployed as possible, along with any of the fighters we have ready! I want the same orders given to the Harmony-Class ship, and have all of colony ships hasten their deployment while moving away from us!"

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Imperial Message to Greal Fleet
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It appears that some of our scouts dispatched earlier have noticed the arrival of a fleet of Zillar ships. Enclosed is the last recording of the scout before we lost contact.

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Meanwhile, on the planet's surface the larger colonists in shackles were now assisting with the lifting effort, along with the ten-foot tall battle machines and a few small-scale digging machines brought over from the Colossus to help with the building of a geo-front. By now, a number of the smaller spider-tanks had disappeared into the woods; literally, thanks to their optical camouflage. Their goal was to kill off any vicious lifeforms, and try to find any other ways into the Zillar's underground city.

Alexander looked towards the readings on the Tactical display on the table, looking up towards the circular sensor panel above it. Everything seemed to be clear, and the Planet and Moons showed no signs of electro-magnetic signals of any kind, electricity or otherwise, that were not natural. Everything seemed suited to the beginning of the Colonial era once more, looking around the ship he could swear he could feel the history.

Taking a deep breath, he allowed the feeling to pass. Now was the time to concentrate on beginning the first stages of colonization. Procedure dictated the Military enter first, as it was the most experienced for combat situations. The Planet in the viewport was closer now, the Essex entering a steady orbit. Now was the waiting game. Scans of the planet would have to be made, and a map would have to be sorted through for possible landing places. While the Essex was scanning, long-range deep scans would take course on the moons so that landing coordinates could be placed there.

And so Alexander leaned against the tactical display, watching the readings at the starting of the intense scans.

"Captain! We've have the Zillar detected at the far end of the system! One of the podships witnessed their jump!" There was some static as an image of their arrival suddenly appeared in front of Corinth, "All personnel shall be informed of this at once! Shall I inform the Greal Empire?"

"Of course you idiot!" He shouted, partly astonished that the Judicator would even bother asking such a question, another at the prospect of actually having some warning of their arrival, unlike on the planet's surface, "Gestalt, I want as many podships deployed as possible, along with any of the fighters we have ready! I want the same orders given to the Harmony-Class ship, and have all of colony ships hasten their deployment while moving away from us!"

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Imperial Message to Greal Fleet
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It appears that some of our scouts dispatched earlier have noticed the arrival of a fleet of Zillar ships. Enclosed is the last recording of the scout before we lost contact.

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Meanwhile, on the planet's surface the larger colonists in shackles were now assisting with the lifting effort, along with the ten-foot tall battle machines and a few small-scale digging machines brought over from the Colossus to help with the building of a geo-front. By now, a number of the smaller spider-tanks had disappeared into the woods; literally, thanks to their optical camouflage. Their goal was to kill off any vicious lifeforms, and try to find any other ways into the Zillar's underground city.

"Admiral! The Zillars have jumped into the system!" said an aide.

The admiral ran to the control room, he read the message and also saw how many Zillar ships there were, hundreds of black ships were approaching the Greal and the Triumvirate fleets........

He quickly authorized the fighters and patrol ships to be launched, his fleet had just under 200 fighters, and patrol ships, and a few armed shuttles, but the black ships coming made the fighter force look small.

"Charge the lasers, quickly, load the missiles! Get the hospital ship out of this system now! And get those shields on now!" yelled the admiral at the officers, everyone was scrambling to their positions.

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The Greal diggers found the tunnel, finally after digging 2,000 feet into the planet. Greal troops dropped into the tunnel, one by one, the tunnel, clearly was not made by natural forces.

"Release the plotters." said one of the soldiers, the soldiers quickly took out small gray metallic balls and put them on the ground of the tunnel, the gray balls suddenly had legs coming out of them, then the "spiders" went down the tunnel.

"Colonel, the fleet above has spotted the Zillars." said a radio operator to the Colonel

"Keep a watch, I have a feeling that there will be some fighting soon."

Alexander looked towards the readings on the Tactical display on the table, looking up towards the circular sensor panel above it. Everything seemed to be clear, and the Planet and Moons showed no signs of electro-magnetic signals of any kind, electricity or otherwise, that were not natural. Everything seemed suited to the beginning of the Colonial era once more, looking around the ship he could swear he could feel the history.

Taking a deep breath, he allowed the feeling to pass. Now was the time to concentrate on beginning the first stages of colonization. Procedure dictated the Military enter first, as it was the most experienced for combat situations. The Planet in the viewport was closer now, the Essex entering a steady orbit. Now was the waiting game. Scans of the planet would have to be made, and a map would have to be sorted through for possible landing places. While the Essex was scanning, long-range deep scans would take course on the moons so that landing coordinates could be placed there.

And so Alexander leaned against the tactical display, watching the readings at the starting of the intense scans.

There was small "fort" on the planet's north pole, exactly on the north pole, in it, it was quiet, the fort has smoke actually coming out of it.

the moons were deserted though, but the tropical planet had unknown creatures on it that lived by preying on the small creatures.

The ARM's intervention had caused a withdraw. The DO command had already decided that the Zillars were to be wiped out in order to send a message. However, in order to destroy the Zillars, ARM had to be broken and scattered.

The plan was simple, the new target was the ARM system in the Zillar sector. Once the ARM were gone, the system could be used as a beachhead to conquer the rest of the sector. The fleets were reorganized and sent back.

System defenses had been building throughout the entire area, and the new construction of warships was going to be an overwhelming force, especially when combined with the mass of orbital artillery, missiles, and laser batteries. An engagement between the Draconic navy and the system defenses of the Republic would be disastrous for both sides. The massive powerplants that supplied the defenses with power allowed massive antiship cannon to fire almost nonstop, and the remainder of the defenses, shorter ranged artillery, laser cannon, and missile batteries, would allow the ARM defenders to hold the system against almost any threat.

There was small "fort" on the planet's north pole, exactly on the north pole, in it, it was quiet, the fort has smoke actually coming out of it.

the moons were deserted though, but the tropical planet had unknown creatures on it that lived by preying on the small creatures.

Commander Franklin Rollins peered over Captain Alexander Yukov's shoulder as the deep scan of the planetary bodies came back with mixed results. As the readings poured in from the main planet, a large ice cap on the North Pole unseen by sparse cloud cover came up on the image. The planet tilted as the ships computer showed information, pointing out a small area right in the polar cap with a building looking like a fort. Coming beside the Captain, Franklin pressed the touchscreen and a live-feed zoom effect happened. Thankfully the sparse clouds had cleared up for the orbital view, and both Captain and Commander exchanged glances.

"Think someones home," asked Alexander. Franklin shrugged, "I would assume so by the smoke coming from it." He looked at the image, "But were not close enough for details just yet, so we'd have to safely assume so." Alexander glanced at his Commander again, then looked back at the screen. His aged features and slightly gray hair made him look like the grandfathers clock of the ship. Franklin looked way younger in comparison. Alexander nodded, "I concur. What about the tropical moon?"

The image on the tactical table display changed to that of the scanned moon, showing many lifeforms that were suspected to be native to the planet. Though the deep scans weren't programmed to actually examine the biological entities, it did show they existed. It did, however, point out for the two commanding officers that smaller lifeforms were present, and presented a biologist report from the Science Department about a hypothesis that the larger preyed on the smaller in some fashion. Alexander smirked, his Chief Science Officer was requesting permission to take an expiditon to the moon to study.

"Think we should let him?" He looked at Franklin with the same smirk. Franklin returned it with a grin, "Why not? We are exploring. Might as well add a fighter detachment for protection." Alexander nodded, and pressed in a few commands on the large table display, sending a permission granted message with requirements for military escort.

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Lt. Commander Okta was trilled! She hadn't been on many exploring or colonial missions in so long she had forgotten the rush it gave with discovering new worlds. She brushed past her silver Elven hair, showing her pointed ears for a second. Her bright green eyes displayed the youth she still retained in her, though being one-hundred and ten wasn't young in Human eyes. Out of the hundreds or so missions she had been on, only ten had been discovering new worlds. This was the eleventh, and a chance to discover new life forms, whether primitive or not, meant heaven to her.

She entered through the sliding bulkhead into Hanger One, on the right side of the "spearhead" of Essex. In it were twenty of the eighty XF-200 Super Starfighters (http://hawk.proboards1.com/v45index.cgi?board=gfmc&action=display&thread=24&page=1#32) that were placed on the ship. They were outdated in Federation standards, heavily modified over the centuries to be compatible with modern space combat, yet failing to meet the final requirements to continue active service. They were replaced by newer models of fighters a few years back, a gift from the Terran Federation. Yet, the Super Starfighters still had tactical advantages that kept it a main fighter in most active carriers in the fleet, especially considering it had atmospheric flight capability.

But none of these were for her. She looked around the massive hanger, noting its large square shape with three decks visible, and the top forming down to mesh with the wedge that the "spearhead" had. Many of the XF-200's were in storage on either the ceiling or in various repairs bays. A few other craft that served for fleet purposes was also stationed on the hanger bay, and one of them was hers.

She noted the two pilots who had already readied their XF-200's with flight engineers and specialists positioning their fighters on the catapult. It was a special assembly that could launch two in standard situations, and up to four in emergency take off situations. Both looked towards her and saluted, Okta returned it and headed for the old ES-11D Cat's Eye (http://mahq.net/mecha/macross/macross.htm). These reconnaissance craft served as mobile extended sensor units and normally provided accurate readings for enemy vessels and positions, locating and coordinating strikes. They were heavily used during the Colonial-Era a couple thousand years ago, but had remained popular enough to continue service on frontier worlds and patrol ships. Despite this, they had been routinely updated with advanced sensor technology and sub-space communications equipment to keep them as valued as possible.

Beside the Cat's Eye was her pilot, who would take her towards the Tropical Moon and be her guiding hands. Otka had very little flight experience, but had excellent capabilities with both Colonial and Modern sensor equipment. Undoubtably the pilot didn't mind one bit as he saluted proper. Otka came to a stop a few meters away and returned it. "Lt. Commander Otka requesting permission to board?"

The Pilot nodded, "First Sergeant Issac Ulysses granting permission." He stood about five feet, two inches. His youth shown, probably about thirty-two, with brown hair cut down to proper military level. His uniform was a pilots space suit, his helmet at his side. "I believe we have an appointment with a moon. Shall we go?"

Otka nodded, assisted by Issac into the co-pilots seat in the rear, followed by Issac into the pilots seat. He had done the preflight checks before hand, and his flight engineer had made sure the Cat's Eye was ready for the scientific mission. The canopy closed, hissing inside the cockpit as all air was sealed inside. To Otka, it wasn't so much as cramped as comfortable. Although it was an enclosed space, she could move around a bit. She tugged at her harness that she and the First Sergeant had already placed around their respected selves.

She already had on her flight suit, and placed her helmet on as Issac had his on already. She heard another hiss, telling her she was sealed as well. While she could breathe the air in the cockpit, when an emergency came the suit would automatically switch when the Cat's Eye computer detected it. She was safe.

Ahead of the Cat's Eye as Issac maneuvered it on the Catapult, the two fighters pilots had readied themselves and already begun launching. Space ahead was empty, expect for a slight view of the main planet and one of the dead moons. Their flight path would send them around the Essex towards the Tropical Moon, which was now going on its natural orbit to the other side of the Planet. With a lurch her gaze returned to the sensor console in front of her, positioned behind the pilots seat, and having extra panels to her side rearranged for scientific analysis.

That was the beauty of the Cat's Eye. Even if it was outdated, it still had the uncanny capability to be reconfigured on a moments notice. She sat back in the co-pilots seat and got comfortable, feeling the Cat's Eye launch into space. Soon they'd arc around, and head towards the Tropical planet.

"Prepare all weaponry! Have the Thanatos II stay close for further orders!" Corinth shouted over the communications link, "I don't like how we're so heavily outnumbered... Especially our capital ships. I just hope I have enough tricks up my sleeve to pull us through this one..."

The Triumvirate's Colonization Fleet was far outnumbered as far as warships went, having only two truly capable of prolonged conflict. The rest of the various colonization vessels, while armed, would barely be able to hold out in the ensuing battle, and quickly moved closer to the planet itself. However, despite the fact that they were so badly outnumbered, with only two of their massive ships actually capable of fighting, standing out amidst the slightly smaller Grealian Craft, making it plain to see which ship belonged to which empire, they were not as concerned as one would think...

Far before the Zillar vessels came within range of the Judicator's weaponry, there was already a mass of numerous hundreds of small shining white orbs, coupled with a few hundred of their new R-type Fighters. Then there was also the elite squadron previously concealed further from the planet within the asteroid belt... With some luck, that might just give the Triumvirate the edge it needed to survive this conflict intact.

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There was a brief humming sound in the air as a few of the camouflaged spiders popped into existence around the hole, leaping in behind the Greal weapons, keeping a long distance. Going behind these were the Arusian Rippers, as the Colonist Leader merely stood beside the hole and shook his head, turning to one of the large machines.

"I hope you don't mind if we send some of our own soldiers behind you? One must watch their backs in places like these!"

The Zillars were the DO's first enemy upon entering the sector. The ARM became the second. The ARM had time to fortify their system to be a target not easily taken. DO Command was reluctant for an all out battle that would possibly result in 60% casualties for the DO. So another plan was put into effect. The system would be blockaded from outside the sector. They would have to leave their defensive grid in order to leave the sector.

They heard of several groups inside the sector that were after the Zillar, the DO would just wait until their problem solved itself. The ARM may end up going through those groups in order to escape the sector. And in doing so possibly incite a war that would leave them open.

The DO took what was behind the ARM and set their blockade.

"Prepare all weaponry! Have the Thanatos II stay close for further orders!" Corinth shouted over the communications link, "I don't like how we're so heavily outnumbered... Especially our capital ships. I just hope I have enough tricks up my sleeve to pull us through this one..."

The Triumvirate's Colonization Fleet was far outnumbered as far as warships went, having only two truly capable of prolonged conflict. The rest of the various colonization vessels, while armed, would barely be able to hold out in the ensuing battle, and quickly moved closer to the planet itself. However, despite the fact that they were so badly outnumbered, with only two of their massive ships actually capable of fighting, standing out amidst the slightly smaller Grealian Craft, making it plain to see which ship belonged to which empire, they were not as concerned as one would think...

Far before the Zillar vessels came within range of the Judicator's weaponry, there was already a mass of numerous hundreds of small shining white orbs, coupled with a few hundred of their new R-type Fighters. Then there was also the elite squadron previously concealed further from the planet within the asteroid belt... With some luck, that might just give the Triumvirate the edge it needed to survive this conflict intact.

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There was a brief humming sound in the air as a few of the camouflaged spiders popped into existence around the hole, leaping in behind the Greal weapons, keeping a long distance. Going behind these were the Arusian Rippers, as the Colonist Leader merely stood beside the hole and shook his head, turning to one of the large machines.

"I hope you don't mind if we send some of our own soldiers behind you? One must watch their backs in places like these!"

“Sir, there are a lot of those damn Zillar ships coming.”said one of the aides, clearly worried.

“Get our EMP weapons ready, but they will be used only for last resort.” Said the Admiral.” And get our destroyer to cover our side, we don’t want the Zillars coming at this ship right away. Tell our cruisers to launch their fighters.”

Very soon, around 200 fighters were out in the open, along with a few bombers, and powerful corvettes and patrol ships.

The Zillar ships, as they moved closer launched thousands of unknown missiles from their ships at the allied fleets…..

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“Sure, we must watch ourselves.” Said one of the Greal soldiers, there was a noise down the tunnel and the gray spiders returned to the Greal troops.

“There are black spiders down both ends of the tunnel, we go down their, and we will be slaughtered.

Commander Franklin Rollins peered over Captain Alexander Yukov's shoulder as the deep scan of the planetary bodies came back with mixed results. As the readings poured in from the main planet, a large ice cap on the North Pole unseen by sparse cloud cover came up on the image. The planet tilted as the ships computer showed information, pointing out a small area right in the polar cap with a building looking like a fort. Coming beside the Captain, Franklin pressed the touchscreen and a live-feed zoom effect happened. Thankfully the sparse clouds had cleared up for the orbital view, and both Captain and Commander exchanged glances.

"Think someones home," asked Alexander. Franklin shrugged, "I would assume so by the smoke coming from it." He looked at the image, "But were not close enough for details just yet, so we'd have to safely assume so." Alexander glanced at his Commander again, then looked back at the screen. His aged features and slightly gray hair made him look like the grandfathers clock of the ship. Franklin looked way younger in comparison. Alexander nodded, "I concur. What about the tropical moon?"

The image on the tactical table display changed to that of the scanned moon, showing many lifeforms that were suspected to be native to the planet. Though the deep scans weren't programmed to actually examine the biological entities, it did show they existed. It did, however, point out for the two commanding officers that smaller lifeforms were present, and presented a biologist report from the Science Department about a hypothesis that the larger preyed on the smaller in some fashion. Alexander smirked, his Chief Science Officer was requesting permission to take an expiditon to the moon to study.

"Think we should let him?" He looked at Franklin with the same smirk. Franklin returned it with a grin, "Why not? We are exploring. Might as well add a fighter detachment for protection." Alexander nodded, and pressed in a few commands on the large table display, sending a permission granted message with requirements for military escort.

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Lt. Commander Okta was trilled! She hadn't been on many exploring or colonial missions in so long she had forgotten the rush it gave with discovering new worlds. She brushed past her silver Elven hair, showing her pointed ears for a second. Her bright green eyes displayed the youth she still retained in her, though being one-hundred and ten wasn't young in Human eyes. Out of the hundreds or so missions she had been on, only ten had been discovering new worlds. This was the eleventh, and a chance to discover new life forms, whether primitive or not, meant heaven to her.

She entered through the sliding bulkhead into Hanger One, on the right side of the "spearhead" of Essex. In it were twenty of the eighty XF-200 Super Starfighters (http://hawk.proboards1.com/v45index.cgi?board=gfmc&action=display&thread=24&page=1#32) that were placed on the ship. They were outdated in Federation standards, heavily modified over the centuries to be compatible with modern space combat, yet failing to meet the final requirements to continue active service. They were replaced by newer models of fighters a few years back, a gift from the Terran Federation. Yet, the Super Starfighters still had tactical advantages that kept it a main fighter in most active carriers in the fleet, especially considering it had atmospheric flight capability.

But none of these were for her. She looked around the massive hanger, noting its large square shape with three decks visible, and the top forming down to mesh with the wedge that the "spearhead" had. Many of the XF-200's were in storage on either the ceiling or in various repairs bays. A few other craft that served for fleet purposes was also stationed on the hanger bay, and one of them was hers.

She noted the two pilots who had already readied their XF-200's with flight engineers and specialists positioning their fighters on the catapult. It was a special assembly that could launch two in standard situations, and up to four in emergency take off situations. Both looked towards her and saluted, Okta returned it and headed for the old ES-11D Cat's Eye (http://mahq.net/mecha/macross/macross.htm). These reconnaissance craft served as mobile extended sensor units and normally provided accurate readings for enemy vessels and positions, locating and coordinating strikes. They were heavily used during the Colonial-Era a couple thousand years ago, but had remained popular enough to continue service on frontier worlds and patrol ships. Despite this, they had been routinely updated with advanced sensor technology and sub-space communications equipment to keep them as valued as possible.

Beside the Cat's Eye was her pilot, who would take her towards the Tropical Moon and be her guiding hands. Otka had very little flight experience, but had excellent capabilities with both Colonial and Modern sensor equipment. Undoubtably the pilot didn't mind one bit as he saluted proper. Otka came to a stop a few meters away and returned it. "Lt. Commander Otka requesting permission to board?"

The Pilot nodded, "First Sergeant Issac Ulysses granting permission." He stood about five feet, two inches. His youth shown, probably about thirty-two, with brown hair cut down to proper military level. His uniform was a pilots space suit, his helmet at his side. "I believe we have an appointment with a moon. Shall we go?"

Otka nodded, assisted by Issac into the co-pilots seat in the rear, followed by Issac into the pilots seat. He had done the preflight checks before hand, and his flight engineer had made sure the Cat's Eye was ready for the scientific mission. The canopy closed, hissing inside the cockpit as all air was sealed inside. To Otka, it wasn't so much as cramped as comfortable. Although it was an enclosed space, she could move around a bit. She tugged at her harness that she and the First Sergeant had already placed around their respected selves.

She already had on her flight suit, and placed her helmet on as Issac had his on already. She heard another hiss, telling her she was sealed as well. While she could breathe the air in the cockpit, when an emergency came the suit would automatically switch when the Cat's Eye computer detected it. She was safe.

Ahead of the Cat's Eye as Issac maneuvered it on the Catapult, the two fighters pilots had readied themselves and already begun launching. Space ahead was empty, expect for a slight view of the main planet and one of the dead moons. Their flight path would send them around the Essex towards the Tropical Moon, which was now going on its natural orbit to the other side of the Planet. With a lurch her gaze returned to the sensor console in front of her, positioned behind the pilots seat, and having extra panels to her side rearranged for scientific analysis.

That was the beauty of the Cat's Eye. Even if it was outdated, it still had the uncanny capability to be reconfigured on a moments notice. She sat back in the co-pilots seat and got comfortable, feeling the Cat's Eye launch into space. Soon they'd arc around, and head towards the Tropical planet.

The tropical planet looked beautiful from space. There was a massive forest, and several small oceans around the planet.

"Look at that," said Issac Ulysses over the spacecrafts comm system. The circular sensor disk at the top of the Cat's Eye was spinning, signifying it was active and searching the biological life. They had positioned themselves in standard orbit around the moon, and both Issac and Otka stared in wonder at the clear view it had to offer. The tropical forest covering the moon spanned miles and miles around, not ending until just a few miles from the oceans that dotted the moon. The oceans themselves were large, and some small, but each seemed to connect at some point.

Otka was cataloging it all, her sensor panel was showing the planet in a tactical view, organizing what deep scan readings the Essex had gained with the new findings, giving a more detailed picture. While it didn't look like there was a place to actually land any colony vessel, Otka noted that the Cat's Eye or a smaller craft could easily fit in the spaces that were open here and there. Though her main concentration was on the new biological findings. Her scanners were penetrating the atmosphere to get a more detailed look, to figure out if the creatures were sentient, or if they were just creatures.

"Look at that," said Issac Ulysses over the spacecrafts comm system. The circular sensor disk at the top of the Cat's Eye was spinning, signifying it was active and searching the biological life. They had positioned themselves in standard orbit around the moon, and both Issac and Otka stared in wonder at the clear view it had to offer. The tropical forest covering the moon spanned miles and miles around, not ending until just a few miles from the oceans that dotted the moon. The oceans themselves were large, and some small, but each seemed to connect at some point.

Otka was cataloging it all, her sensor panel was showing the planet in a tactical view, organizing what deep scan readings the Essex had gained with the new findings, giving a more detailed picture. While it didn't look like there was a place to actually land any colony vessel, Otka noted that the Cat's Eye or a smaller craft could easily fit in the spaces that were open here and there. Though her main concentration was on the new biological findings. Her scanners were penetrating the atmosphere to get a more detailed look, to figure out if the creatures were sentient, or if they were just creatures.

There was a creatures below eating other smaller creatures. One was 65 feet long and had big sharp teeth and was tearing apart a small brown creature. The forest seemed to be alive with creatures of all sorts. Insects were everywhere, feeding on the dead creatures.

The oceans seemed to have big whales in them.

There was a creatures below eating other smaller creatures. One was 65 feet long and had big sharp teeth and was tearing apart a small brown creature. The forest seemed to be alive with creatures of all sorts. Insects were everywhere, feeding on the dead creatures.

The oceans seemed to have big whales in them.

"I think we have a planet to study," said Otka rather happily. Issac turned his head around to gaze up at the Chief Science Officer, his wink visible through the helmets visor. "And a beautiful planet to boot!" Otka giggled in a somewhat cute manner, and went back to scanning. The logs were getting full from the biological scans, already penetrating the structure of the creates and analyzing them. They seemed to be pre-sentient, and a perfect moon to study the natural evolutionary cycle of creatures.

Telling by their ferocity, Otka decided that landing wouldn't be a good idea. It wasn't that she didn't want to study some up close, it was just the fact that she would be putting her fellow brethren in needless danger in the name of science. She could study them from here, safe and far from any harm. She gazed up, looking in space to see one of the two XF-200 Super Starfighters fly past slowly, the pilot waving to Issac and her as he started on a patrol run. She returned the wave, and watched as the XF-200 initiated burn and began to expertly maneuver along a predesignated route taking it around the moon once.

She sighed, Issac obviously hearing it from the comms. "Whats wrong Lt. Commander?"

Otka shook her head, "Nothing." Issac pressed, "Com'on, were stuck out here together." She giggled again, "Oh Alright. I just wanted to get up close to study further, but these creatures seem to be primal." She sighed, "It would be putting people in danger."

For a few short minutes Issac returned to piloting the Cat's Eye, Otka reading the sensor logs being received every second or so. She heard Issac say something over the long-range communications, getting a reply shortly after. She didn't really concentrate on it, she was fascinated by what she was discovering. But she turned her head to Issac when the Cat's Eye started to lurch toward the planet, and suddenly begin atmospheric reentry maneuvers. She gasped, "What are you doing?! We can't land!"

"Were not," said Issac, "Were just going for some low-flying to see whats going on."

Otka smiled, "So thats what that was about."

"You betcha, just doing my favorite Gal a favor." That got another cute giggle from Otka, who hid a blush inside her helmet. Issac and her had known each other for a couple of months now, got into some sort of relationship, and become friendly. It was nice to have someone she trusted do the hard work for her, and bring her good fortune.

Around the Cat's Eye, fire bellowed the hull. While at a glance the odd frame didn't look like it could hold, Novarium Frames held together like titanium, and were fifty to a hundred percent lighter tonnage. They were mostly heat-resistant, and could withstand atmospheric effects for long periods. The Cat's Eye alone was designed to enter Planets airspace for fighter support in recon and sensors when the fighting deemed it. So this wasn't a rare event, and nothing too tricky for Issac.

The Cat's Eye bumped a few times, but eventually the wall of flame subsided over the cockpit shielding that had automatically come up. When the shielding released, they beheld themselves flying the moons atmosphere, soaring on air power now instead of internal hydrogen power. The Hydrogen would be made to combust in a controlled manner in the two wing engines, with the help of air vents built in that had opened the moment it was safe enough to capture the air.

The engines themselves didn't roar at first, but when the Fuel-Cells switched to Combustion, a long trail of environmentally friendly byproduct was released, and the Cat's Eye continued onward. Issac maneuvered the spacecraft just a hundred feet above the tropical forests, tilting every so often to give Otka the view of a lifetime. Behind them, one of the XF-200 Super Starfighters had followed for escort, the second still maintaining orbit to be the watch-dog. It, too, released the same friendly byproduct trail. Coming up closely as a con-trail appeared on both crafts, each pilot enjoying the view.

"I think we have a planet to study," said Otka rather happily. Issac turned his head around to gaze up at the Chief Science Officer, his wink visible through the helmets visor. "And a beautiful planet to boot!" Otka giggled in a somewhat cute manner, and went back to scanning. The logs were getting full from the biological scans, already penetrating the structure of the creates and analyzing them. They seemed to be pre-sentient, and a perfect moon to study the natural evolutionary cycle of creatures.

Telling by their ferocity, Otka decided that landing wouldn't be a good idea. It wasn't that she didn't want to study some up close, it was just the fact that she would be putting her fellow brethren in needless danger in the name of science. She could study them from here, safe and far from any harm. She gazed up, looking in space to see one of the two XF-200 Super Starfighters fly past slowly, the pilot waving to Issac and her as he started on a patrol run. She returned the wave, and watched as the XF-200 initiated burn and began to expertly maneuver along a predesignated route taking it around the moon once.

She sighed, Issac obviously hearing it from the comms. "Whats wrong Lt. Commander?"

Otka shook her head, "Nothing." Issac pressed, "Com'on, were stuck out here together." She giggled again, "Oh Alright. I just wanted to get up close to study further, but these creatures seem to be primal." She sighed, "It would be putting people in danger."

For a few short minutes Issac returned to piloting the Cat's Eye, Otka reading the sensor logs being received every second or so. She heard Issac say something over the long-range communications, getting a reply shortly after. She didn't really concentrate on it, she was fascinated by what she was discovering. But she turned her head to Issac when the Cat's Eye started to lurch toward the planet, and suddenly begin atmospheric reentry maneuvers. She gasped, "What are you doing?! We can't land!"

"Were not," said Issac, "Were just going for some low-flying to see whats going on."

Otka smiled, "So thats what that was about."

"You betcha, just doing my favorite Gal a favor." That got another cute giggle from Otka, who hid a blush inside her helmet. Issac and her had known each other for a couple of months now, got into some sort of relationship, and become friendly. It was nice to have someone she trusted do the hard work for her, and bring her good fortune.

Around the Cat's Eye, fire bellowed the hull. While at a glance the odd frame didn't look like it could hold, Novarium Frames held together like titanium, and were fifty to a hundred percent lighter tonnage. They were mostly heat-resistant, and could withstand atmospheric effects for long periods. The Cat's Eye alone was designed to enter Planets airspace for fighter support in recon and sensors when the fighting deemed it. So this wasn't a rare event, and nothing too tricky for Issac.

The Cat's Eye bumped a few times, but eventually the wall of flame subsided over the cockpit shielding that had automatically come up. When the shielding released, they beheld themselves flying the moons atmosphere, soaring on air power now instead of internal hydrogen power. The Hydrogen would be made to combust in a controlled manner in the two wing engines, with the help of air vents built in that had opened the moment it was safe enough to capture the air.

The engines themselves didn't roar at first, but when the Fuel-Cells switched to Combustion, a long trail of environmentally friendly byproduct was released, and the Cat's Eye continued onward. Issac maneuvered the spacecraft just a hundred feet above the tropical forests, tilting every so often to give Otka the view of a lifetime. Behind them, one of the XF-200 Super Starfighters had followed for escort, the second still maintaining orbit to be the watch-dog. It, too, released the same friendly byproduct trail. Coming up closely as a con-trail appeared on both crafts, each pilot enjoying the view.

A massive herd of the 65 feet long creatures were walking through the forest and saw the ships fly low over, some of them roared, but the rest tore through the trees, knocking down trees and scaring away other creatures. The herd moved slowly, but were attacking any brown creatures that were unlucky to get close to the herd.

There were birds flying in the air, some of them had very big wings.

A massive herd of the 65 feet long creatures were walking through the forest and saw the ships fly low over, some of them roared, but the rest tore through the trees, knocking down trees and scaring away other creatures. The herd moved slowly, but were attacking any brown creatures that were unlucky to get close to the herd.

There were birds flying in the air, some of them had very big wings.

"Well hell, these weren't picked up!"

The Cat's Eye jerked upward violently as it nearly avoided the giant winged creature. The Starfighter repeated the motion, and both started upward towards the atmosphere. That was a near disaster. Swiftly the engines converted to space-flight, and the Starfighter conveyed several curses and profanities about the encounter to its comrade. Issac merely huffed, staring back at Otka and grinning.

"Almost bit it there," said Issac. Otka nodded but said nothing.

All three starfighters formed up, heading back to the Essex. It was then that Issac turned back around. "Captain wants us to explore the North Pole of that water world," he pointed at the beautiful blue orb in the distance rapidly closing. Otka merely nodded. After that near miss, she wouldn't come back for a few days. They had tons of information already, and an up close and personal view of the flying creatures.

After a while, perhaps thirty minutes to an hour, the three aircraft started the reentry to the Polar Ice Cap of the North Pole of the Water World. The same procedure followed, and the combustion of the Hydrogen engines began. Sensor readings followed, and the three aircraft headed towards the strange building to scout over it.

"Well hell, these weren't picked up!"

The Cat's Eye jerked upward violently as it nearly avoided the giant winged creature. The Starfighter repeated the motion, and both started upward towards the atmosphere. That was a near disaster. Swiftly the engines converted to space-flight, and the Starfighter conveyed several curses and profanities about the encounter to its comrade. Issac merely huffed, staring back at Otka and grinning.

"Almost bit it there," said Issac. Otka nodded but said nothing.

All three starfighters formed up, heading back to the Essex. It was then that Issac turned back around. "Captain wants us to explore the North Pole of that water world," he pointed at the beautiful blue orb in the distance rapidly closing. Otka merely nodded. After that near miss, she wouldn't come back for a few days. They had tons of information already, and an up close and personal view of the flying creatures.

After a while, perhaps thirty minutes to an hour, the three aircraft started the reentry to the Polar Ice Cap of the North Pole of the Water World. The same procedure followed, and the combustion of the Hydrogen engines began. Sensor readings followed, and the three aircraft headed towards the strange building to scout over it.

On the ice caps were white creatures, roaming around on the ice, some were swimming while others were watching the strange object fly over. In the water were massive whales swam near the ice caps.

On the ice caps were white creatures, roaming around on the ice, some were swimming while others were watching the strange object fly over. In the water were massive whales swam near the ice caps.

After their first ordeal, they decided it would be best to settle the old bird down and begin walking. Their suits would provide warmth and oxygen. So, with a quick recall to the escorts who would watch over them from above, Issac set the Cat's Eye down a little ways from the white creatures. When it landed with an awesome thunder on solid ice/ground, he got out and helped Otka out, both carrying weapons. Otka carried the scanning equipment.

Otka looked down at her PAD, displaying the scanner readings from the Cat's Eye and what it was picking up. Then she looked forward.

After their first ordeal, they decided it would be best to settle the old bird down and begin walking. Their suits would provide warmth and oxygen. So, with a quick recall to the escorts who would watch over them from above, Issac set the Cat's Eye down a little ways from the white creatures. When it landed with an awesome thunder on solid ice/ground, he got out and helped Otka out, both carrying weapons. Otka carried the scanning equipment.

Otka looked down at her PAD, displaying the scanner readings from the Cat's Eye and what it was picking up. Then she looked forward.

There was a little white creature nearby, it looked curiously at the newcomers. It moved slowly toward the newcomers. It was bleeding badly since it was attacked by other creatures in the area.

There was a little white creature nearby, it looked curiously at the newcomers. It moved slowly toward the newcomers. It was bleeding badly since it was attacked by other creatures in the area.

"Should we help it?" Issac looked at the poor little creature, asking for conformation from the Scientists before he did anything. After a few moments, she nodded. This could very well be a sentient species and they would never know. Otka sighed, going back to the Cat's Eye and retrieving medical equipment. There were devices used by the Federation now for advanced medical healing and technology, so there was bound to be something that helped.

She placed the duffel bag strap around her shoulder, everything organized inside it, and she headed over to the bleeding creature. Her helmet was still on, she didn't have time to check the air. Issac withdrew his standard pistol and started to cover her, checking the horizon. She approached cautiously, giving gestures of supplication and willingness to help. Hopefully, as she came closer and knelt, it would react when she grabbed a medical scanner and began scanning the creatures biology and trying to find out what was wrong.

This could very well be a first contact, for all they knew.

"Should we help it?" Issac looked at the poor little creature, asking for conformation from the Scientists before he did anything. After a few moments, she nodded. This could very well be a sentient species and they would never know. Otka sighed, going back to the Cat's Eye and retrieving medical equipment. There were devices used by the Federation now for advanced medical healing and technology, so there was bound to be something that helped.

She placed the duffel bag strap around her shoulder, everything organized inside it, and she headed over to the bleeding creature. Her helmet was still on, she didn't have time to check the air. Issac withdrew his standard pistol and started to cover her, checking the horizon. She approached cautiously, giving gestures of supplication and willingness to help. Hopefully, as she came closer and knelt, it would react when she grabbed a medical scanner and began scanning the creatures biology and trying to find out what was wrong.

This could very well be a first contact, for all they knew.


The small white creature had lost his tail in the fight, and it was bleeding badly, not to mention, a mass of blood was coming out of the of its four legs. It limped slowly toward them, it had teeth, but the teeth was not yet fully gowned, so it wasn’t much of a threat.

Then, it couldn’t walk any more, the pain was too much to the creature and it fell on the ice, spraying red blood on the white ice.

The small white creature had lost his tail in the fight, and it was bleeding badly, not to mention, a mass of blood was coming out of the of its four legs. It limped slowly toward them, it had teeth, but the teeth was not yet fully gowned, so it wasn’t much of a threat.

Then, it couldn’t walk any more, the pain was too much to the creature and it fell on the ice, spraying red blood on the white ice.

The device quickly finished the scan, having enough of the physical and biological nature to match it to known galactic species. At least, in theory. She quickly looked to Issac, "It had to come to us for help! We gotta get it to a Regen Tank!" He shook his head madly, having just seen something so pitiful it was ridiculous. "We don't know enough to begin healing, it could kill it." She huffed, madly, and slammed her fist into the ice. She had to help it.

Then she had an idea. She grabbed a device from the duffel bag and pressed it against the creatures neck. It was a pain reliever, seeking out nerve endings that would create the pain and stopping it. It also was supposed to add strength to creatures needing energy, in various species of them. Then she replaced it for another device, a portable Regen device, and starting to plant the Regeneration Goo over the open wounds, and along the tail. This would stop the bleeding, creating a fleshy seal that would not merge with the nerve endings or wasn't supposed to cause any pain. It was the smaller version of the tank they were about to bring it to.

She looked at Issac, "Help me now." He finally nodded, "Fine."

Minutes later they had open the cargo hold, placed the creature inside with various comforts and Otka staying in the small hold with a portable light. Air was sealed in from the planet, and would be reproduced when they arrived. A message was relayed about a medical emergency.

Twenty minutes later, they had landed with their two escorts. The air from the planet was transfered into a see-through cylinder device used for alien patients. While the rest of the ship had stayed behind, the medical facilities were top of the line. This was an example of it. Time flew past, just moments, and they were in the forward Medical Bay. Nurses and Doctors surrounded the new patient, the same air as on the planet was automatically reproduced in the cylinder.

Otka just watched, hoping that the Regen being poured in, basically a mixture of healing nano's and nourishment, would help at least heal and replace the blood of the creature inside. The temperature was the same, a constant, and a tube acted as air, surrounded the head. The rest of the body soon would be covered with it.

She smiled through the cylinder, it should only take hours, she hoped it was working.

The device quickly finished the scan, having enough of the physical and biological nature to match it to known galactic species. At least, in theory. She quickly looked to Issac, "It had to come to us for help! We gotta get it to a Regen Tank!" He shook his head madly, having just seen something so pitiful it was ridiculous. "We don't know enough to begin healing, it could kill it." She huffed, madly, and slammed her fist into the ice. She had to help it.

Then she had an idea. She grabbed a device from the duffel bag and pressed it against the creatures neck. It was a pain reliever, seeking out nerve endings that would create the pain and stopping it. It also was supposed to add strength to creatures needing energy, in various species of them. Then she replaced it for another device, a portable Regen device, and starting to plant the Regeneration Goo over the open wounds, and along the tail. This would stop the bleeding, creating a fleshy seal that would not merge with the nerve endings or wasn't supposed to cause any pain. It was the smaller version of the tank they were about to bring it to.

She looked at Issac, "Help me now." He finally nodded, "Fine."

Minutes later they had open the cargo hold, placed the creature inside with various comforts and Otka staying in the small hold with a portable light. Air was sealed in from the planet, and would be reproduced when they arrived. A message was relayed about a medical emergency.

Twenty minutes later, they had landed with their two escorts. The air from the planet was transfered into a see-through cylinder device used for alien patients. While the rest of the ship had stayed behind, the medical facilities were top of the line. This was an example of it. Time flew past, just moments, and they were in the forward Medical Bay. Nurses and Doctors surrounded the new patient, the same air as on the planet was automatically reproduced in the cylinder.

Otka just watched, hoping that the Regen being poured in, basically a mixture of healing nano's and nourishment, would help at least heal and replace the blood of the creature inside. The temperature was the same, a constant, and a tube acted as air, surrounded the head. The rest of the body soon would be covered with it.

She smiled through the cylinder, it should only take hours, she hoped it was working.

The white creature seemed like be healing, the bleeding stopped 20 minutes after they entered the medical bay. The creature seemed to be relaxing from the lack of pain.

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Meanwhile, a black ship jumped into orbit with the tropical moon.

Uncharted System
Designation: PNX-7802

After their close call with the Zillar in PNX-7795 (or Guidance System), Lt. Commander Calew Viljane had decided it was best to be overly cautious than make assumptions based on preliminary sensory data. So far the three cruisers of this expedition - light cruisers Oland and Northlander, and Viljane's own ship, the Remembrance-class multi-purpose cruiser Thunderer had remained at the edge of the system, mapping it with active and passive sensors, trying to find signs of any sentient life. So far there had been none. The PNX-7802 system, dubbed Silence by Viljane, had been quiet for the past days. It was a system of seven planets, too of which were on the so-called green zone where habitable or terraformed planets could usually be located. Silence I and Silence II were too close to the sun to be terraformed, but Silence III and IV showed promise. The first was an Earth-like world, apparently slightly warmer due to its closer orbit with the sun. Silence IV would require terraformind due to its extreme cold. Silence V, VI and VII were gas-giants, separated from the four earlier planets by an asteroid belt.

This system showed promise, and therefore Viljane decided to take no chances in securing it. They had contacted Hermitage KATK headquarters, and now the re-inforcements were arriving. Space buckled and ripped, spewing out a small fleet of ships from Infinitus Tractus. In total the number of Northern Rangerian vessels was now twenty-three. Besides the original three vessels, they were now joined by five battle-cruisers, seven heavy carriers and eight cruisers. Enough firepower to make any possible ambusher think twice...

The white creature seemed like be healing, the bleeding stopped 20 minutes after they entered the medical bay. The creature seemed to be relaxing from the lack of pain.

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Meanwhile, a black ship jumped into orbit with the tropical moon.

Lt. Commander Otka was pleased. The healing was proceeding nicely. Already the Regen was filling up the damaged tissue and compiling logical data with the nano's it was mixed with to begin regeneration. It wouldn't hurt a bit, and nerve endings would not be ignited because of the procedure. The Regen was specifically designed to act in the manner of self-healing. Instead of taking weeks or months, this took hours or minutes. In extreme cases perhaps days or weeks, but that was if you were barely a live and had half your body blown off. Then Regen wouldn't work, you'd have to get mechanical implants if you were still among the living.

Federation Medical Science was still new to Otka, and although she had trained for several years on the findings, she barely understood the process herself. Just the outcome.

Softly, silently, she stood over to watch the little creature.

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An alarm klaxon sounded on the bridge of the Essex, twice resounding. Captain Alexander Yukov understood what it meant. Normally, if it had an allied Galactic Friendly or Foe signature the Klaxon would sound only once. This time, it sounded twice, signifying an Unknown contact. In war, it would sound three times to let everyone know an identified enemy was near. Thankfully, this wasn't a war situation, but exploration. Alexander had been suspecting for quite some time that the possibility of an alien first contact would occur.

He had been previously updated about the injured creature on the main planets polar cap an hour earlier. Alexander did not disapprove of the Chief Medical Officers actions, especially after seeing the after-action report from the First Sergeant. If it wanted help, and it was possibly sentient, who was the Federation to deny it such? This could be the makings of a peace treaty, or possibly relations! Such was the fantastic thinkings of first contact.

But now wasn't the time for the helpless victim of the polar ice cap. Alexander stood over the Tactical Table, which now seemed like home to him after watching it for so long. The craft had used some kind of FTL drive, from what the computer had detected. It did not have any known hostile postures, and was maintaining orbit around the Tropical Moon. From the after-action report, he had scrolled through the Tropical Moons data and findings. There couldn't be any sentient life there, not from what the scans found.

Or, perhaps, there might just be. No need to be ignorant about it. He looked up to find Commander Franklin Rollins by his side, looking down at the tactical display with him. "Should we take precautions?" Franklin was always the cautious type in these situations, Alexander merely shook his head. "Negative, let's try to make contact. So far they can only detect our scans of the moons and planet, so were not doing anything hostile." Franklin nodded, "I'll get right on it."

Incoming Transmission from the Federation Colonial Carrier CVA-014 Essex
Transmitting on all known Sub-Space and Wide-band channels in all known languages

This is Commander Franklin Rollins of the Federation Colonial Carrier Essex. We are on a peaceful mission of exploration in this system and have been studying these planets for the past day. We come in peace, with offers of friendship ands well-being. We mean you no harm.

Our mission as of yet is to act as protection for the forthcoming Colony ships that will, hopefully, be establishing a base of operations after we see fit to do so ourselves. However, if these planets belong to you under your laws, Captain Alexander Yukov, Commanding Officer of the Essex, will be pleased to meet with you under terms of Peace.

We hope for the best, and are willing to negotiate anything you should have to offer.
Commander Franklin Rollins
Officer of the Watch and Second-in-Command
END MESSAGE

Lt. Commander Otka was pleased. The healing was proceeding nicely. Already the Regen was filling up the damaged tissue and compiling logical data with the nano's it was mixed with to begin regeneration. It wouldn't hurt a bit, and nerve endings would not be ignited because of the procedure. The Regen was specifically designed to act in the manner of self-healing. Instead of taking weeks or months, this took hours or minutes. In extreme cases perhaps days or weeks, but that was if you were barely a live and had half your body blown off. Then Regen wouldn't work, you'd have to get mechanical implants if you were still among the living.

Federation Medical Science was still new to Otka, and although she had trained for several years on the findings, she barely understood the process herself. Just the outcome.

Softly, silently, she stood over to watch the little creature.

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An alarm klaxon sounded on the bridge of the Essex, twice resounding. Captain Alexander Yukov understood what it meant. Normally, if it had an allied Galactic Friendly or Foe signature the Klaxon would sound only once. This time, it sounded twice, signifying an Unknown contact. In war, it would sound three times to let everyone know an identified enemy was near. Thankfully, this wasn't a war situation, but exploration. Alexander had been suspecting for quite some time that the possibility of an alien first contact would occur.

He had been previously updated about the injured creature on the main planets polar cap an hour earlier. Alexander did not disapprove of the Chief Medical Officers actions, especially after seeing the after-action report from the First Sergeant. If it wanted help, and it was possibly sentient, who was the Federation to deny it such? This could be the makings of a peace treaty, or possibly relations! Such was the fantastic thinkings of first contact.

But now wasn't the time for the helpless victim of the polar ice cap. Alexander stood over the Tactical Table, which now seemed like home to him after watching it for so long. The craft had used some kind of FTL drive, from what the computer had detected. It did not have any known hostile postures, and was maintaining orbit around the Tropical Moon. From the after-action report, he had scrolled through the Tropical Moons data and findings. There couldn't be any sentient life there, not from what the scans found.

Or, perhaps, there might just be. No need to be ignorant about it. He looked up to find Commander Franklin Rollins by his side, looking down at the tactical display with him. "Should we take precautions?" Franklin was always the cautious type in these situations, Alexander merely shook his head. "Negative, let's try to make contact. So far they can only detect our scans of the moons and planet, so were not doing anything hostile." Franklin nodded, "I'll get right on it."

Incoming Transmission from the Federation Colonial Carrier CVA-014 Essex
Transmitting on all known Sub-Space and Wide-band channels in all known languages

This is Commander Franklin Rollins of the Federation Colonial Carrier Essex. We are on a peaceful mission of exploration in this system and have been studying these planets for the past day. We come in peace, with offers of friendship ands well-being. We mean you no harm.

Our mission as of yet is to act as protection for the forthcoming Colony ships that will, hopefully, be establishing a base of operations after we see fit to do so ourselves. However, if these planets belong to you under your laws, Captain Alexander Yukov, Commanding Officer of the Essex, will be pleased to meet with you under terms of Peace.

We hope for the best, and are willing to negotiate anything you should have to offer.
Commander Franklin Rollins
Officer of the Watch and Second-in-Command
END MESSAGE

After 10 minutes, a response was sent to the Anagonian ship.

We are from the Zillar Republic, we do not wish to disturb your exploration of the planets. We do wish to warn you that these planets have deadly unknown creatures, one of our bases on these planets were destroyed.

“Sir, there are a lot of those damn Zillar ships coming.”said one of the aides, clearly worried.

“Get our EMP weapons ready, but they will be used only for last resort.” Said the Admiral.” And get our destroyer to cover our side, we don’t want the Zillars coming at this ship right away. Tell our cruisers to launch their fighters.”

Very soon, around 200 fighters were out in the open, along with a few bombers, and powerful corvettes and patrol ships.

The Zillar ships, as they moved closer launched thousands of unknown missiles from their ships at the allied fleets…..

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“Sure, we must watch ourselves.” Said one of the Greal soldiers, there was a noise down the tunnel and the gray spiders returned to the Greal troops.

“There are black spiders down both ends of the tunnel, we go down their, and we will be slaughtered.

Captain Corinth looked over at the mass of unidentified missiles, as he rose an eyebrow at his vast opponents. They certainly did seem to have the numerical advantage... Though he was secretly hoping that such a vast number of ships meant that, individually, they weren't going to cause much problems. He would need to act quickly though, even with the distances involved!

"AI, I want the ambassador ready to be ejected to the planet's surface at a moment's notice! If anyone can survive down there should anything happen, it would be him!" He then looked over at the screen in front of him. Thousands of missiles, but he could perhaps take a chance to protect himself(and his new allies) with the ship's main weapons, "Alright, launch all five of the Graviton Cannons! Once we've seen how the missiles react, I want our pods to intercept after we distract them with a small wave of missiles of our own... Send a warning to any allied ships to stay away from our front!"

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Meanwhile, back on the planet, Argos frowned at the news, but suddenly waved an arm. If they weren't going down there to distract them, it would leave the entire area open to attacks! Not only that, but if the black spiders WERE subterranean, they probably had some sort of non-visual detection mechanism, making the optical camouflage next to useless... Then what if the Zillar themselves were subterranean? Or some sort of mole people?!

"Dammit! Well this is just great, isn't it?!" The strange eyed man said angrily, as the large Arusian Rippers climbed back out of the hole, "We'll need some way of attacking them down there then, without collapsing the tunnels..." He then turned up towards the Grealian Leader, "Do you have any sort of remote-control weaponry that can get past them? Or perhaps some form of EMP weapon?"

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Imperial Message to Rammer
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Please avoid the bow of the Judicator, otherwise your fighters may be sucked into the blast of our weaponry... That is all.

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For a brief moment, the shield seemed to almost concentrate at the front of the ship, where four blindingly white pinpoints of light immediately began to form. Seconds later, as soon as the fighters and any other obstructions were out of the way, the ship immediately moves forward towards the front of the two fleets, before quickly being blown back into place as the almost impossibly thin lights thrust forward, as any missiles nearby would immediately be drawn into an intense gravitational field created by the blasts, along with anything else within the vicinity. Any apparatus detecting gravitational pulls or other anomalies would immediately begin to light up.

As soon as the ship did this, the various lights on the mammoth thing suddenly dimmed to compensate, as just over thirty tiny white missiles were fired forward, into particularly large clumps of the oncoming mass. The fighters and pods remained where they were, as if expecting something to happen. Whether or not they managed to put a dent into the masses of missiles would determine the outcome of this battle for them, and their standing with these Greal...

If they managed to put a good enough impression over the Zillar, that would surely alleviate any fears of war with the Greal Empire over the planet... Then again, they could just as surely all be destroyed by a numerically superior foe, though they were still hoping for some sort of streak of luck or technological superiority to pull them through this.

Captain Corinth looked over at the mass of unidentified missiles, as he rose an eyebrow at his vast opponents. They certainly did seem to have the numerical advantage... Though he was secretly hoping that such a vast number of ships meant that, individually, they weren't going to cause much problems. He would need to act quickly though, even with the distances involved!

"AI, I want the ambassador ready to be ejected to the planet's surface at a moment's notice! If anyone can survive down there should anything happen, it would be him!" He then looked over at the screen in front of him. Thousands of missiles, but he could perhaps take a chance to protect himself(and his new allies) with the ship's main weapons, "Alright, launch all five of the Graviton Cannons! Once we've seen how the missiles react, I want our pods to intercept after we distract them with a small wave of missiles of our own... Send a warning to any allied ships to stay away from our front!"

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Meanwhile, back on the planet, Argos frowned at the news, but suddenly waved an arm. If they weren't going down there to distract them, it would leave the entire area open to attacks! Not only that, but if the black spiders WERE subterranean, they probably had some sort of non-visual detection mechanism, making the optical camouflage next to useless... Then what if the Zillar themselves were subterranean? Or some sort of mole people?!

"Dammit! Well this is just great, isn't it?!" The strange eyed man said angrily, as the large Arusian Rippers climbed back out of the hole, "We'll need some way of attacking them down there then, without collapsing the tunnels..." He then turned up towards the Grealian Leader, "Do you have any sort of remote-control weaponry that can get past them? Or perhaps some form of EMP weapon?"

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Imperial Message to Rammer
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Please avoid the bow of the Judicator, otherwise your fighters may be sucked into the blast of our weaponry... That is all.

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For a brief moment, the shield seemed to almost concentrate at the front of the ship, where four blindingly white pinpoints of light immediately began to form. Seconds later, as soon as the fighters and any other obstructions were out of the way, the ship immediately moves forward towards the front of the two fleets, before quickly being blown back into place as the almost impossibly thin lights thrust forward, as any missiles nearby would immediately be drawn into an intense gravitational field created by the blasts, along with anything else within the vicinity. Any apparatus detecting gravitational pulls or other anomalies would immediately begin to light up.

As soon as the ship did this, the various lights on the mammoth thing suddenly dimmed to compensate, as just over thirty tiny white missiles were fired forward, into particularly large clumps of the oncoming mass. The fighters and pods remained where they were, as if expecting something to happen. Whether or not they managed to put a dent into the masses of missiles would determine the outcome of this battle for them, and their standing with these Greal...

If they managed to put a good enough impression over the Zillar, that would surely alleviate any fears of war with the Greal Empire over the planet... Then again, they could just as surely all be destroyed by a numerically superior foe, though they were still hoping for some sort of streak of luck or technological superiority to pull them through this.

Hundreds of the missiles were drawn into the field, the rest came at the enemy fleets. Greal fighters fired their own anti-missile torpedoes and flew off. One of the Greal cruisers took a brunt of the missiles and was destroyed and turned into debris, the first ship destroyed in the battle, but not the last.

The Zillar ships now went after the enemy ships, but them there was a blue flash, and another fleet appeared behind the Zillars.
The Greal 4th Assault fleet, fresh from attacking the Zillar ships elsewhere.

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"Our EMP weapons are in our ships." said the Grea leader sadly, he and his men were cautiously watching both sides of the tunnel. They aimed their big weapons at the tunnel. There was a noise nearby.

The ground began shaking, very hard.

OOC:

4th Assault Fleet

1 Aggressor Class SuperDestroyer (Slaughter)
3 Striker Class Battleships (Rockman, Pellia, Lekos)
1 Bothan Class Destroyer (Dungeon)
3 Niller Class Carriers (Galaxy, Galactic Empire, Shredder)
1 Guardian Class Escort Carrier (Imperial)
10 Frimtrix Class Cruisers
10 Thunder Class Cruisers
13 Lasom Class Frigates
2 Orlin Class Mine Ships (Fillix, Ground)
2 Proformer Class Hospital Ships (Lewis, Bombing Rock)

As the singularity missiles exploded in front of the massive Judicator and Thanatos ships, the few remaining were targeted by the fighters and their payloads, and the pod ships, as they retaliated with their own lasers or by smashing into the missiles themselves; occasionally the pod ships seemed to almost deliberately be sacrificing themselves. The few remaining that actually managed to hit the Judicator seemed to almost be crushed right around the ship, as if some sort of invisible wall was circling around it. The Thanatos, rather than firing lasers and possibly hitting its allies, attempted to rely on its inferior shielding, leading to a few blackened streaks across its elaborate hull...

"Gah! The Greal already have reinforcements here!" Captain Corinth said angrily, as the AI's giant face stared down at him, as if in pity, "Did they know this was going to happen? They're probably going to remove us from the planet by force once this is all over... Lets just pray that our own ships make it here on time. Oh well, lets take advantage of this while we can! Have our forces located in the asteroid belt and around the rest of the system begin attacking from all sides with the rest of our fighters!"

As soon as this was said, as if just waiting for the Grealian Empire to arrive, a large number of pod ships that were previously scattered about the system began to burst forward from the less hospitable planets, far outnumbered but attempting to use the element of surprise to get a few good hits in. The pod ships, lacking the weaponry of the small squadrons of fighters suddenly appearing from the asteroid belt, attempted to take the fight precariously close to the Zillar's own fighters, as if playing chicken with them, or trying to get their own fighters to fire on their comrades, or to crash into them.

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"Arusian Rippers, keep your uhh... tentacles at the ready! As soon as you pick anything coming out of the ground, make sure that the Greal are ready! We'll try to support them as best we can!"

As Argos finished shouting at the ten-foot tall armored creatures, their facial tentacles began to writhe and squirm. As they did this, each drew a massive, uniquely crafted sword from their back, an archaic weapon primarily used for close-range. The weapon used charged light to slash through most forms of matter, and they were no doubt hoping to at least get the jump(literally) on a few of them as they popped out of the ground.

As the singularity missiles exploded in front of the massive Judicator and Thanatos ships, the few remaining were targeted by the fighters and their payloads, and the pod ships, as they retaliated with their own lasers or by smashing into the missiles themselves; occasionally the pod ships seemed to almost deliberately be sacrificing themselves. The few remaining that actually managed to hit the Judicator seemed to almost be crushed right around the ship, as if some sort of invisible wall was circling around it. The Thanatos, rather than firing lasers and possibly hitting its allies, attempted to rely on its inferior shielding, leading to a few blackened streaks across its elaborate hull...

"Gah! The Greal already have reinforcements here!" Captain Corinth said angrily, as the AI's giant face stared down at him, as if in pity, "Did they know this was going to happen? They're probably going to remove us from the planet by force once this is all over... Lets just pray that our own ships make it here on time. Oh well, lets take advantage of this while we can! Have our forces located in the asteroid belt and around the rest of the system begin attacking from all sides with the rest of our fighters!"

As soon as this was said, as if just waiting for the Grealian Empire to arrive, a large number of pod ships that were previously scattered about the system began to burst forward from the less hospitable planets, far outnumbered but attempting to use the element of surprise to get a few good hits in. The pod ships, lacking the weaponry of the small squadrons of fighters suddenly appearing from the asteroid belt, attempted to take the fight precariously close to the Zillar's own fighters, as if playing chicken with them, or trying to get their own fighters to fire on their comrades, or to crash into them.

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"Arusian Rippers, keep your uhh... tentacles at the ready! As soon as you pick anything coming out of the ground, make sure that the Greal are ready! We'll try to support them as best we can!"

As Argos finished shouting at the ten-foot tall armored creatures, their facial tentacles began to writhe and squirm. As they did this, each drew a massive, uniquely crafted sword from their back, an archaic weapon primarily used for close-range. The weapon used charged light to slash through most forms of matter, and they were no doubt hoping to at least get the jump(literally) on a few of them as they popped out of the ground.

The Zillars decided to fight it out, thousands of their fighters came out of their ships, moving off to fight the enemy. Greal's 2 fleets had a total of 1,300 fighters ready for battle, not to mention, another 500 other small craft. Greal's battleships began firing their Megabolt cannons at the Zillar ships. 5 Zillar ships were immediately destroyed.

Hundred of hell fire torpedoes were fired at the Zillar ships.

5 Zillar Battleships moved toward the Judicator, and began firing their weapons, which came out in blue rays.

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In the tunnel, as the ground shook, a black ball rolled down the tunnel toward the Greal troops, another rolled down behind them, they realized if they fired at the black balls, they would explode and certainly kill them........

In total, counting the four hundred pods that were still digging deep into the planet's surface below, there were nearly two thousand of the suicidal pods in total, however they seemed to be more like armed suicide drones than anything else. Coupled with these were upwards of six hundred advanced fighters, only a little over half of which were actually in flight due to the difficulty in manning them all and setting them up to their computers on time.

As the massive bursts fired towards the ship, the remaining pods were still being released from the back of the ship, along with a single red-tinged pod, which was actually being fired towards the planet's surface, containing the ambassador. By the time the five massive ships managed to make it towards the Judicator with their lasers, dozens of pods were destroyed in the line of the blast. Due to the power put into the shields, its ability to quickly maneuver itself with the manipulation of gravity was impossible, and as it slowly slid to the side, four of the bursts slammed into the shield, as the rays paused for a moment, weakened by the invisible force surrounding the craft, as the power was quickly drained and the weakened bursts marred the behemoth's hull, one leaving something resembling an impact crater across one of the massive graviton cannon weapon systems. The fifth blast, however, slammed into the Thanatos, as it moved in defense of the Colossus.

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Message to all Triumvirate Vessels
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Defend the Judicator at all costs. The pods can only be maintained by the Gestalt's main systems. Colonization Ships shall be used to allow the Judicator to better manage its offense.

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Back on the ground, the Arusian Rippers quickly began to point their weaponry in the closest direction of the emerging enemies, pointing it out for the Greal vehicles while simultaneously leaping back and searching for more, immediately thrusting their weaponry downward if any were detected too close to the surface. However, there were only roughly two dozen Rippers, barely enough to cover most of the battlefield, and the seismograph being used by the colonists was hardly mobile. It looked as if things were about to get very bloody...

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As the Thanatos moved in front of the Judicator, for a brief second literally hundreds of tiny lasers immediately began to slam into two of them, as the rest were hounded by the vast amount of pods surrounding the two flagships, blasting repeatedly on suicidal paths towards whatever looked as if it were the closest thing to a hangar, weapons system, or control room! The Judicator, likewise began to attack with its lasers, aiming them all on small points on the ships not being directly attacked by the Thanatos. For now, this was the best way to conserve its energy for the shields, while still taking an offensive.

All of this seemed to be coordinated to a high, almost artificial degree, completed with the movements of a few of the already mostly emptied colony ships, firing their distant lasers as they moved forward to shield the Triumvirate's more valued vessels. Using their colonists as a shield did seem like a risky maneuver, but without their own reinforcements, maintaining the Judicator itself was far more valuable than the lives of a few thousand colonists.

In total, counting the four hundred pods that were still digging deep into the planet's surface below, there were nearly two thousand of the suicidal pods in total, however they seemed to be more like armed suicide drones than anything else. Coupled with these were upwards of six hundred advanced fighters, only a little over half of which were actually in flight due to the difficulty in manning them all and setting them up to their computers on time.

As the massive bursts fired towards the ship, the remaining pods were still being released from the back of the ship, along with a single red-tinged pod, which was actually being fired towards the planet's surface, containing the ambassador. By the time the five massive ships managed to make it towards the Judicator with their lasers, dozens of pods were destroyed in the line of the blast. Due to the power put into the shields, its ability to quickly maneuver itself with the manipulation of gravity was impossible, and as it slowly slid to the side, four of the bursts slammed into the shield, as the rays paused for a moment, weakened by the invisible force surrounding the craft, as the power was quickly drained and the weakened bursts marred the behemoth's hull, one leaving something resembling an impact crater across one of the massive graviton cannon weapon systems. The fifth blast, however, slammed into the Thanatos, as it moved in defense of the Colossus.

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Message to all Triumvirate Vessels
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Defend the Judicator at all costs. The pods can only be maintained by the Gestalt's main systems. Colonization Ships shall be used to allow the Judicator to better manage its offense.

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Back on the ground, the Arusian Rippers quickly began to point their weaponry in the closest direction of the emerging enemies, pointing it out for the Greal vehicles while simultaneously leaping back and searching for more, immediately thrusting their weaponry downward if any were detected too close to the surface. However, there were only roughly two dozen Rippers, barely enough to cover most of the battlefield, and the seismograph being used by the colonists was hardly mobile. It looked as if things were about to get very bloody...

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As the Thanatos moved in front of the Judicator, for a brief second literally hundreds of tiny lasers immediately began to slam into two of them, as the rest were hounded by the vast amount of pods surrounding the two flagships, blasting repeatedly on suicidal paths towards whatever looked as if it were the closest thing to a hangar, weapons system, or control room! The Judicator, likewise began to attack with its lasers, aiming them all on small points on the ships not being directly attacked by the Thanatos. For now, this was the best way to conserve its energy for the shields, while still taking an offensive.

All of this seemed to be coordinated to a high, almost artificial degree, completed with the movements of a few of the already mostly emptied colony ships, firing their distant lasers as they moved forward to shield the Triumvirate's more valued vessels. Using their colonists as a shield did seem like a risky maneuver, but without their own reinforcements, maintaining the Judicator itself was far more valuable than the lives of a few thousand colonists.

2 of the Zillar vessels were overwhelmed by the pods, but the other ships continued firing at the enemy's colony ships and the main ship.

The Greal Superdestroyer Slaughter, against orders, maneuvered itself to block the Zillar ships from attacking the Judicator, the Slaughter opened fired it Turbo lasers and turned the nearest Zillar ship into debris. Hundreds of Zillar fighters attacked the Slaughter, but the fighters were confronted by the 300 blaster guns that began firing against the enemy fighters. The Superdestroyer, temporarily saved the Judicator from destruction.

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One of the Greal troops opened fired, and the black ball exploded, making the tunnel began to collapse, Greal troops quickly rushed back to the ground. But then, Black spiders came out of the ground, near the colony also.

Lights were flashing all across the Judicator's Control Room, as Corinth looked over as the concerned AI, as video of what had just happened streamed into the room. The captain seemed confused, as he tried to justify the Slaughter's reckless actions to defend it. Even though it was still a battle, he quickly dispatched the AI to thank them for that, as he himself looked over a larger map of the entire battlefield, taken by the pods themselves, most of which were now moving towards the central mass of the Zillar themselves, almost like flies to carrion, as the white pods mowed into the massive swarm, the numbers steadily depleting as more of the AIs found it most cost-effect to crash into the larger ships than fire their lasers at them.

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Imperial Message to Greal Ship
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Thanks for that. We're indebted to you.

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"The last thing we need to do is become a burden to these people. Now that the colony ships are nearby, lets show our support for this mighty vessel! They seem to be strong against lasers, lets see how they handle the Graviton Cannons?!" Corinth grinned with a feverish look in his eyes, burning with a maddening determination as he suddenly slammed his hand into a screen which suddenly materialized in front of him. As he did this, the ship instantly dimmed.

Outside of the ship, the shields also dimmed for a split second, as the four shimmering lights returned, the fifth no longer in operation as the two remaining pairs each targeted one of the remaining battleships and fired. Unlike before, the bursts of light did not quickly disappear, but simply seemed to focus on their targets, tearing them apart in two separate directions. To ensure this, the Thanatos continued to fire its hundreds of small lasers. If they could get the Zillar off of them for only a few minutes, they would be able to launch the remaining half of the fighters.

A few of the fusion reactors on board were already overheating, but as long as the ship could cool off afterwards, permanent damage would be avoided.

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An Arusian Ripper suddenly slammed its sword into the ground, as a sudden explosion sent it flying upwards into the air, landing a good thirty feet away. The others were likewise stabbing at the ground futilely, pointing out places to shoot, but with the sheer number of black spiders, this was still letting quite a few escape their notice.

Some of the colonists remained outside, protected by the Goliaths and a few of the spider tanks, the rest engaging the enemies in other parts of the Landing Zone. They were spread thin between the three sites, and the large expanse of the future colony was almost impossible to protect completely. Already, almost three hundred thousand had landed in total.

The Zillars were the DO's first enemy upon entering the sector. The ARM became the second. The ARM had time to fortify their system to be a target not easily taken. DO Command was reluctant for an all out battle that would possibly result in 60% casualties for the DO. So another plan was put into effect. The system would be blockaded from outside the sector. They would have to leave their defensive grid in order to leave the sector.

They heard of several groups inside the sector that were after the Zillar, the DO would just wait until their problem solved itself. The ARM may end up going through those groups in order to escape the sector. And in doing so possibly incite a war that would leave them open.

The DO took what was behind the ARM and set their blockade.

Blockading the ARM system was a wasteful enterprise. Ships could leave with ease, simply disappearing into the void of protospace, and reappearing wherever they desired. Faster than light inhibition didn't cut their drives, and the only way to stop them was going to be to attack and engage the system defenses. They knew what their strengths were, numbers, solid defense, and mobility. Assaulting them would be hard. Stopping them from doing as they desired would be nigh impossible.

Ships left the system, silently and without any fuss, seeking out other worlds held by the Zillars, to warn them of the oncoming threat. If they encountered any combatants engaging the mysterious black ships, answers would be required, from both sides.

After 10 minutes, a response was sent to the Anagonian ship.

We are from the Zillar Republic, we do not wish to disturb your exploration of the planets. We do wish to warn you that these planets have deadly unknown creatures, one of our bases on these planets were destroyed.

Alexander looked to Franklin, who had displayed the message on the Tactical Table. From here, they could respond. What was interesting to note was their description about the possible base on the main planet, where the structure had been found. That would explain why it looked ruined and unusable from preliminary scans. Also, the fact that this "Zillar Republic" did not openly oppose the Essex being here or state an objection to colonization meant that something bad must have happened.

But from the Chief Medical Officer's logs, the only types of creatures found where these white seal-faced creatures, with possibly long tails. One such, a possible youngster of the species, had been taken on board and was doing mightily well in recovery. Alexander had read that Lt. Commander Otka believed that the creature had some manner of sentience, due to the fact that it came up to them for help, possibly understanding that they could. And it was interesting to add that possibly another species down on the polar ice cap was responsible for the destruction of the Zillar Outpost, and the creature who was in recovery in the Essex medical bay.

However, the situation notwithstanding, these Zillar people did seem quite cooperative and did not present themselves in a hostile manner. On the side of the Tactical Display, three Grand Army ships that served as the primary colonizing vessels were on display. He quickly ordered them to jump into system, seeing as there was no threats available and that their extra experience in colonizing would come in handy. It wasn't because of the Zillar's, of course. Thinking about them, he opened a channel himself.

Incoming Transmission from the Federation Colonial Carrier CVA-014 Essex
Transmitting on all known Sub-Space and Wide-band channels in all known languages

Attention Zillar Vessel,

I am Captain Alexander Yukov of the Colonial Carrier Essex. I am extremely pleased to hear and see that this First Contact between our two peoples has went without incident. I am also pleased that you have taken the liberty to warn us of possible dangers, in an obvious gesture of good will. To return that gesture, I hereby request that, in the interest of Peace and Relations, that I and your Commanding Officer do meet on the grounds of neutrality to continue this First Contact.

This is only a request, and I will understand if you deny it. But please, understand that the Galactic Federation is not only interested in the various species and races that live within its borders, but also those living outside. We strive to present ourselves as allies, as friends, and as representatives of a Galactic Nation who's future is full of possibilities. And I can vouch for my Government when I say that we would be entirely interested in getting to know yours.

I would like to extend, as a gesture of faith between us, that three Grand Army vessels that are primarily used in Colonizing situations shall be jumping in -system to scan the planets for the threats you listed. We will be very cautious in our endeavor to set up our outpost. I also extend the possibility that we would welcome you in assisting us, as perhaps a Joint Operation is in the interest of our peoples?

I thank you again for your gesture of faith towards us, and I hope we can come to the meeting table of diplomacy soon enough.
Captain Alexander Yukov
Commanding Officer
MESSAGE END

Captain Ron Frontus of the Excalibor was pacing in his captain's cabin when he got a beep from his comm.

"Yes?"

"Sir, we are picking up quite a bit of activity when we entered normal space," responded the ships communications officer.

"On my way to the bridge." responded Frontus.

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On the bridge of the Excalibor: Captain Frontus is speaking with his first officer when he turned to his communications officer.

"Send a first encounter message on all frequencies and let me know if we get any replies," he commanded to the officer.

Moments later a message was sent out:

"Attention all that can here this message. We are a exploritory wing of the Royal Earabian Empire Navy. We are here to doo research on other planetory lifeforms and to colonize. Please respond, we do not wish to infringe on other nations territory."


Captain turned to his helm officer and said, "All stop and hold our ships here."

Thats when 20 ships stopped and awaited orders. The Excalibor was a Heavy Battleship, this Wing also had 4 Light Battleships, 5 Light Destroyers, 3 Heavy Carriers, 2 Light Carriers, 2 Slipstream Cruisers, and 3 Scout Ships.

Lights were flashing all across the Judicator's Control Room, as Corinth looked over as the concerned AI, as video of what had just happened streamed into the room. The captain seemed confused, as he tried to justify the Slaughter's reckless actions to defend it. Even though it was still a battle, he quickly dispatched the AI to thank them for that, as he himself looked over a larger map of the entire battlefield, taken by the pods themselves, most of which were now moving towards the central mass of the Zillar themselves, almost like flies to carrion, as the white pods mowed into the massive swarm, the numbers steadily depleting as more of the AIs found it most cost-effect to crash into the larger ships than fire their lasers at them.

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Imperial Message to Greal Ship
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Thanks for that. We're indebted to you.

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"The last thing we need to do is become a burden to these people. Now that the colony ships are nearby, lets show our support for this mighty vessel! They seem to be strong against lasers, lets see how they handle the Graviton Cannons?!" Corinth grinned with a feverish look in his eyes, burning with a maddening determination as he suddenly slammed his hand into a screen which suddenly materialized in front of him. As he did this, the ship instantly dimmed.

Outside of the ship, the shields also dimmed for a split second, as the four shimmering lights returned, the fifth no longer in operation as the two remaining pairs each targeted one of the remaining battleships and fired. Unlike before, the bursts of light did not quickly disappear, but simply seemed to focus on their targets, tearing them apart in two separate directions. To ensure this, the Thanatos continued to fire its hundreds of small lasers. If they could get the Zillar off of them for only a few minutes, they would be able to launch the remaining half of the fighters.

A few of the fusion reactors on board were already overheating, but as long as the ship could cool off afterwards, permanent damage would be avoided.

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An Arusian Ripper suddenly slammed its sword into the ground, as a sudden explosion sent it flying upwards into the air, landing a good thirty feet away. The others were likewise stabbing at the ground futilely, pointing out places to shoot, but with the sheer number of black spiders, this was still letting quite a few escape their notice.

Some of the colonists remained outside, protected by the Goliaths and a few of the spider tanks, the rest engaging the enemies in other parts of the Landing Zone. They were spread thin between the three sites, and the large expanse of the future colony was almost impossible to protect completely. Already, almost three hundred thousand had landed in total.

The Zillar ships began retreating however, One by one, they jumped out of the battle, the last few diehard ships fought until overwhelmed by the combined enemy fleets.

"Losses?"asked the admiral.

"1 Cruiser destroyed, some ships also heavily damaged."

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There were hundreds of black balls approaching the colony at incredible speeds, rolling on the plains toward the colony.

Alexander looked to Franklin, who had displayed the message on the Tactical Table. From here, they could respond. What was interesting to note was their description about the possible base on the main planet, where the structure had been found. That would explain why it looked ruined and unusable from preliminary scans. Also, the fact that this "Zillar Republic" did not openly oppose the Essex being here or state an objection to colonization meant that something bad must have happened.

But from the Chief Medical Officer's logs, the only types of creatures found where these white seal-faced creatures, with possibly long tails. One such, a possible youngster of the species, had been taken on board and was doing mightily well in recovery. Alexander had read that Lt. Commander Otka believed that the creature had some manner of sentience, due to the fact that it came up to them for help, possibly understanding that they could. And it was interesting to add that possibly another species down on the polar ice cap was responsible for the destruction of the Zillar Outpost, and the creature who was in recovery in the Essex medical bay.

However, the situation notwithstanding, these Zillar people did seem quite cooperative and did not present themselves in a hostile manner. On the side of the Tactical Display, three Grand Army ships that served as the primary colonizing vessels were on display. He quickly ordered them to jump into system, seeing as there was no threats available and that their extra experience in colonizing would come in handy. It wasn't because of the Zillar's, of course. Thinking about them, he opened a channel himself.

Incoming Transmission from the Federation Colonial Carrier CVA-014 Essex
Transmitting on all known Sub-Space and Wide-band channels in all known languages

Attention Zillar Vessel,

I am Captain Alexander Yukov of the Colonial Carrier Essex. I am extremely pleased to hear and see that this First Contact between our two peoples has went without incident. I am also pleased that you have taken the liberty to warn us of possible dangers, in an obvious gesture of good will. To return that gesture, I hereby request that, in the interest of Peace and Relations, that I and your Commanding Officer do meet on the grounds of neutrality to continue this First Contact.

This is only a request, and I will understand if you deny it. But please, understand that the Galactic Federation is not only interested in the various species and races that live within its borders, but also those living outside. We strive to present ourselves as allies, as friends, and as representatives of a Galactic Nation who's future is full of possibilities. And I can vouch for my Government when I say that we would be entirely interested in getting to know yours.

I would like to extend, as a gesture of faith between us, that three Grand Army vessels that are primarily used in Colonizing situations shall be jumping in -system to scan the planets for the threats you listed. We will be very cautious in our endeavor to set up our outpost. I also extend the possibility that we would welcome you in assisting us, as perhaps a Joint Operation is in the interest of our peoples?

I thank you again for your gesture of faith towards us, and I hope we can come to the meeting table of diplomacy soon enough.
Captain Alexander Yukov
Commanding Officer
MESSAGE END

The white creature made a few noises, small roars, as if trying to get them to talk back or something.

A message was sent back from the Zillars

Zillar Republic Message

I, Admiral Maklin will gladly meet you, where shall we discuss?

The white creature made a few noises, small roars, as if trying to get them to talk back or something.

A message was sent back from the Zillars

Zillar Republic Message

I, Admiral Maklin will gladly meet you, where shall we discuss?

In space around the three-mooned planet, right near the Essex, three Starships came out of Hyperspace in loose formation. The First was a Acclamator I (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Acclamator_I-class_assault_ship#Bridge) Class Grand Army Frigate Transport. The main ship that the Grand Army of the Galactic Federation used for transporting it's Ground Forces (http://hawk.proboards1.com/v45index.cgi?board=gfmc&action=display&thread=38). It also served well in the Ship of the Line Class, with enough weaponry to serve in various roles. Thankfully, for those knowledgeable in such ships, this was obviously a part of the Colony Ships that Captain Alexander Yukov was describing.

The Second ship behind the Acclamator I was a Venator (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Venator) Class Star Destroyer, used Primarily by the Grand Army as the Capitol Ship of the Army Star Forces. For this colonial configuration it was reconfigured to be half-carrier and half-transport, supplying both needed supplies for the new outpost to come and fighters that would be placed at the outpost hanger when completed. The last ship of the three was another Acclamator I, following loosely behind as the trio made orbit rather quickly, one of the Acclamator's positioning itself beside the Essex in an escort position as the Venator went under and started a slow orbit.

On the bridge of the Essex, Captain Alexander Yukov had received the message from the Zillar Ship, and had replied in kind.

Response

You can send a fighter or shuttle over to Dock with the Essex. I believe our ship can be used as a diplomatic vessel for the time being. Alternatively, I can come to you. But either way I'll be moving the Essex closer to bridge the gap. Our Grand Army can take over the colonization from here.

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As he finished, he relayed orders to his Officer of the Watch, who in tern relayed them to the officers controlling the massive carrier. The Essex made a slow turn, and ignited the aging Ion Drives to bridge the gap between the Zillar vessel and itself. It did not make any hostile maneuvers, and no weapons or shields were powered up.

The Zillar ships began retreating however, One by one, they jumped out of the battle, the last few diehard ships fought until overwhelmed by the combined enemy fleets.

"Losses?"asked the admiral.

"1 Cruiser destroyed, some ships also heavily damaged."

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There were hundreds of black balls approaching the colony at incredible speeds, rolling on the plains toward the colony.

Of the Triumvirate vessels, though the two main ships were partly damaged, the largest loss was apparently to their mass of fighters, especially to the unmanned pods, as the remaining ones, a little over half of their original number, began to arise from the mass of wrecked Zillar ships towards the Triumvirate vessels. However, if not for the Slaughter's quick maneuvering, their capital ship may have been lost from the barrage, or at least so far damaged as to be next to useless for further defense of the system.

"Judicator, we'll have to remember this day... Its the day war began with the Zillar." Corinth muttered quietly to himself, his head down as he began to do calculations on the monitor in front of him, "Though the planet's surface is still not under our complete control, and our reinforcements have yet to arrive... Did the ambassador's pod manage to make it to the planet's surface?"

"Unfortunately, the ambassador's pod had a rather rough landing, but we are still picking up his signal. Do you have any orders on what to do with the planet below?"

"I suppose we'll have to immediately begin to fire upon them. It looks as if they're not near the colony yet, so we'll have to sacrifice some bombers. Will our fusion lasers have much of an effect? We can divert more power to them now that we're not under attack, correct? That should offset the laser's decay from the planet's atmosphere..."

"Yes of course, however their ships seemed to have stronger laser shielding than we originally thought. The Gestalt will be informed on our current goal, and begin firing the lasers at the outer-most orbs."

"Haha! Lets see just how these Zillar bastards like fighting an enemy they can't reach?!"

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As the balls began to roll towards the colonists, the colonists themselves immediately began to flee for the shuttles, as the military rushed towards the outer portions of the camp to defend them. Any not doing that were instead beside the Greal, still picking off any of the black spiders coming up from underneath them.

Up in the air above the planet, however, a massive black silhouette began to grow, as dozens of the bulbous bombers began to fall forth from it. Just as the first appeared overhead and began to fly downward towards the main colony, dozens of lasers began to touch down, scorching the landscape and aimed at the rolling orbs, tearing meters into the earth as the intense, almost blinding lights flashed down into them! Most of the colonists not inside of the shuttles or directly connected to their neural net had no idea what was going on, but were quickly being herded into the shuttles by a few of the unsuited personnel.

In space around the three-mooned planet, right near the Essex, three Starships came out of Hyperspace in loose formation. The First was a Acclamator I (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Acclamator_I-class_assault_ship#Bridge) Class Grand Army Frigate Transport. The main ship that the Grand Army of the Galactic Federation used for transporting it's Ground Forces (http://hawk.proboards1.com/v45index.cgi?board=gfmc&action=display&thread=38). It also served well in the Ship of the Line Class, with enough weaponry to serve in various roles. Thankfully, for those knowledgeable in such ships, this was obviously a part of the Colony Ships that Captain Alexander Yukov was describing.

The Second ship behind the Acclamator I was a Venator (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Venator) Class Star Destroyer, used Primarily by the Grand Army as the Capitol Ship of the Army Star Forces. For this colonial configuration it was reconfigured to be half-carrier and half-transport, supplying both needed supplies for the new outpost to come and fighters that would be placed at the outpost hanger when completed. The last ship of the three was another Acclamator I, following loosely behind as the trio made orbit rather quickly, one of the Acclamator's positioning itself beside the Essex in an escort position as the Venator went under and started a slow orbit.

On the bridge of the Essex, Captain Alexander Yukov had received the message from the Zillar Ship, and had replied in kind.

Response

You can send a fighter or shuttle over to Dock with the Essex. I believe our ship can be used as a diplomatic vessel for the time being. Alternatively, I can come to you. But either way I'll be moving the Essex closer to bridge the gap. Our Grand Army can take over the colonization from here.

END

As he finished, he relayed orders to his Officer of the Watch, who in tern relayed them to the officers controlling the massive carrier. The Essex made a slow turn, and ignited the aging Ion Drives to bridge the gap between the Zillar vessel and itself. It did not make any hostile maneuvers, and no weapons or shields were powered up.

The Zillar vessel was opening up its hangers, a long "tube" came out of it to connect with the Anagonian ship. The Zillar commanding officer waited.

Of the Triumvirate vessels, though the two main ships were partly damaged, the largest loss was apparently to their mass of fighters, especially to the unmanned pods, as the remaining ones, a little over half of their original number, began to arise from the mass of wrecked Zillar ships towards the Triumvirate vessels. However, if not for the Slaughter's quick maneuvering, their capital ship may have been lost from the barrage, or at least so far damaged as to be next to useless for further defense of the system.

"Judicator, we'll have to remember this day... Its the day war began with the Zillar." Corinth muttered quietly to himself, his head down as he began to do calculations on the monitor in front of him, "Though the planet's surface is still not under our complete control, and our reinforcements have yet to arrive... Did the ambassador's pod manage to make it to the planet's surface?"

"Unfortunately, the ambassador's pod had a rather rough landing, but we are still picking up his signal. Do you have any orders on what to do with the planet below?"

"I suppose we'll have to immediately begin to fire upon them. It looks as if they're not near the colony yet, so we'll have to sacrifice some bombers. Will our fusion lasers have much of an effect? We can divert more power to them now that we're not under attack, correct? That should offset the laser's decay from the planet's atmosphere..."

"Yes of course, however their ships seemed to have stronger laser shielding than we originally thought. The Gestalt will be informed on our current goal, and begin firing the lasers at the outer-most orbs."

"Haha! Lets see just how these Zillar bastards like fighting an enemy they can't reach?!"

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As the balls began to roll towards the colonists, the colonists themselves immediately began to flee for the shuttles, as the military rushed towards the outer portions of the camp to defend them. Any not doing that were instead beside the Greal, still picking off any of the black spiders coming up from underneath them.

Up in the air above the planet, however, a massive black silhouette began to grow, as dozens of the bulbous bombers began to fall forth from it. Just as the first appeared overhead and began to fly downward towards the main colony, dozens of lasers began to touch down, scorching the landscape and aimed at the rolling orbs, tearing meters into the earth as the intense, almost blinding lights flashed down into them! Most of the colonists not inside of the shuttles or directly connected to their neural net had no idea what was going on, but were quickly being herded into the shuttles by a few of the unsuited personnel.

"You had no orders to move the Slaughter to save the Judicator from destruction, captain, you endangered one of our largest warships!" yelled the admiral at captain Blaine, Captain Blaine was in his office in one of the Greal battleships.

"You had no business doing that."continued the Admiral,"I admire your courage captain, but the Naval Command will not see it that way. You are hereby removed from command of the Slaughter. Orders from Admiral Ziller himself."

The Captain was overwhelmed, he knew that the Judicator's crew would probably thank him, but now they had no idea that he was being removed.

"Anything to say, Captain?"

"None, sir." said Blaine

"Commander Reclin will temporarily take command of the Slaughter, dismissed."

As captain Blaine left, Commander Reclin passed him heading toward the admiral's office.

"Admiral, we need reinforcements down there."said Reclin

"Send the marines."

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The Black balls, overwhelmed by laser blasts, went back into the ground, everything was quiet again, Greal troops were treating the wounded as dozens of Greal drop ships "dropped" unto the planet, and Greal marines poured out to secure the area.

"You had no orders to move the Slaughter to save the Judicator from destruction, captain, you endangered one of our largest warships!" yelled the admiral at captain Blaine, Captain Blaine was in his office in one of the Greal battleships.

"You had no business doing that."continued the Admiral,"I admire your courage captain, but the Naval Command will not see it that way. You are hereby removed from command of the Slaughter. Orders from Admiral Ziller himself."

The Captain was overwhelmed, he knew that the Judicator's crew would probably thank him, but now they had no idea that he was being removed.

"Anything to say, Captain?"

"None, sir." said Blaine

"Commander Reclin will temporarily take command of the Slaughter, dismissed."

As captain Blaine left, Commander Reclin passed him heading toward the admiral's office.

"Admiral, we need reinforcements down there."said Reclin

"Send the marines."

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The Black balls, overwhelmed by laser blasts, went back into the ground, everything was quiet again, Greal troops were treating the wounded as dozens of Greal drop ships "dropped" unto the planet, and Greal marines poured out to secure the area.

Soon after the last ball had gone underground, another massive crackling gateway appeared on the other edge of the system, as time was warped and the now readied reinforcements from the Triumvirate had arrived... The Black Wind, a ship somehow even larger than the Judicator, along with two more Harmony Class ships, the Thanatos II and VI. Beside the mammoths were roughly a dozen civilian craft and a massive silver-shaped orb roughly three kilometers across, almost completely featureless. Just as the vortex was about to close, all of the ships seemed to almost be pushed aside as a third Colossus Class ship, the Executioner arrived on the scene, seemingly too ornately designed to be an actual battleship, streaked with white, black and golden hues. This was obviously in charge, as the various vessels seemed to form a protective grid around it.

"Captain Corinth..."

"I know Judicator, it looks like the Zephonites are here as well. I'd better send my thanks to that ship from before..." The young man shrugged his shoulders, "Since I'm pretty sure I'm no longer the highest ranked officer here."

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Imperial Message to Slaughter
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This is captain Corinth, I would like to formally thank the ship which saved the Judicator during the battle. It seems as if our own reinforcements may not have made it in time to decisively win that battle... However, as of this point, it seems relatively certain that a higher ranked official will be taking command of my fleet, so any questions will most likely be sent to that person.

If you have any questions, or would like to cooperate on a strategy to flush out the Zillar scum, please address the Executioner.

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The bright blasts continued for a second, bursting into the ground at the last ones to submerge back into the ground. The atmospheric bombers, however continued to be unloaded, as they began to form small squads of twelve aircraft each and taking off in separate directions from the black blot in the sky. For the time being, at least, it did not seem to be going anywhere, as the shuttles continued to land with the last half of the colonists.

Argos suddenly popped out of one of the spider tanks and rushed over to whoever the highest ranked Greal within speaking distance was, thrusting an arm upwards, "Excellent! Now we'll have some time to think of a way to get down there and take them out! The military is arriving too!" He paused for a moment, as he placed a hand behind his neck, "Hmm... It looks as if we'll have to stay on high alert though, until the Zillar are completely eradicated... Perhaps we should continue digging?"

Soon after the last ball had gone underground, another massive crackling gateway appeared on the other edge of the system, as time was warped and the now readied reinforcements from the Triumvirate had arrived... The Black Wind, a ship somehow even larger than the Judicator, along with two more Harmony Class ships, the Thanatos II and VI. Beside the mammoths were roughly a dozen civilian craft and a massive silver-shaped orb roughly three kilometers across, almost completely featureless. Just as the vortex was about to close, all of the ships seemed to almost be pushed aside as a third Colossus Class ship, the Executioner arrived on the scene, seemingly too ornately designed to be an actual battleship, streaked with white, black and golden hues. This was obviously in charge, as the various vessels seemed to form a protective grid around it.

"Captain Corinth..."

"I know Judicator, it looks like the Zephonites are here as well. I'd better send my thanks to that ship from before..." The young man shrugged his shoulders, "Since I'm pretty sure I'm no longer the highest ranked officer here."

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Imperial Message to Slaughter
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This is captain Corinth, I would like to formally thank the ship which saved the Judicator during the battle. It seems as if our own reinforcements may not have made it in time to decisively win that battle... However, as of this point, it seems relatively certain that a higher ranked official will be taking command of my fleet, so any questions will most likely be sent to that person.

If you have any questions, or would like to cooperate on a strategy to flush out the Zillar scum, please address the Executioner.

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The bright blasts continued for a second, bursting into the ground at the last ones to submerge back into the ground. The atmospheric bombers, however continued to be unloaded, as they began to form small squads of twelve aircraft each and taking off in separate directions from the black blot in the sky. For the time being, at least, it did not seem to be going anywhere, as the shuttles continued to land with the last half of the colonists.

Argos suddenly popped out of one of the spider tanks and rushed over to whoever the highest ranked Greal within speaking distance was, thrusting an arm upwards, "Excellent! Now we'll have some time to think of a way to get down there and take them out! The military is arriving too!" He paused for a moment, as he placed a hand behind his neck, "Hmm... It looks as if we'll have to stay on high alert though, until the Zillar are completely eradicated... Perhaps we should continue digging?"

Official Response

This is Commander Reclin, we are just helping one ally. Now that your reinforcements have arrived, lets dig the Zillars out.

Reclin had taken the credit.

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Major Rhellos was now in charge, Colonel Trixlin was killed by one of the black spiders, and now his men wanted revenge. Normally officers were not popular with their men, but Colonel Trixlin was an exception, he fought with his men everywhere, so he became popular.

Big Greal tanks, now fully converted to dig very fast, dug into the ground where one of the black spiders disappeared into. Greal troops nearby waited, holding their plasma rifles pointing at the ground.

Official Response

This is Commander Reclin, we are just helping one ally. Now that your reinforcements have arrived, lets dig the Zillars out.

Reclin had taken the credit.

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Major Rhellos was now in charge, Colonel Trixlin was killed by one of the black spiders, and now his men wanted revenge. Normally officers were not popular with their men, but Colonel Trixlin was an exception, he fought with his men everywhere, so he became popular.

Big Greal tanks, now fully converted to dig very fast, dug into the ground where one of the black spiders disappeared into. Greal troops nearby waited, holding their plasma rifles pointing at the ground.

As the fleet of Triumvirate vessels moved inward towards the planet, small pods began to slowly drift outward into the surrounding planets and asteroid belt for concealment, most of them coming from the massive Black Wind, which slowly drifted towards the back of the pack. The Judicator remained where it was stationed above the planet, however as a deterrent for the time being. Stationed like this in orbit, it was easy for the colonist vessels to completely unload the mass of colonists among the three landing points, followed with a small supply of soldiers.

The new ships didn't appear to be doing much for the time being, as all signals from the Judicator to Greal ceased. This was probably for the best, as the skies below were nearly completely overtaken by the nonstop dropping of shuttles, and sending anything else would make maneuvering anywhere impossible. However, there was a time-line which needed to be followed.

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The Triumvirate forces on the planet's surface were, for the most part, remaining defensive over the oncoming colonial vessels, sparing only civilian workers and vehicles to help with the actual digging for Zillar. Argos made sure to reassure the new Greal leader, however, that this was all for the safety of the civilians themselves.

As the fleet of Triumvirate vessels moved inward towards the planet, small pods began to slowly drift outward into the surrounding planets and asteroid belt for concealment, most of them coming from the massive Black Wind, which slowly drifted towards the back of the pack. The Judicator remained where it was stationed above the planet, however as a deterrent for the time being. Stationed like this in orbit, it was easy for the colonist vessels to completely unload the mass of colonists among the three landing points, followed with a small supply of soldiers.

The new ships didn't appear to be doing much for the time being, as all signals from the Judicator to Greal ceased. This was probably for the best, as the skies below were nearly completely overtaken by the nonstop dropping of shuttles, and sending anything else would make maneuvering anywhere impossible. However, there was a time-line which needed to be followed.

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The Triumvirate forces on the planet's surface were, for the most part, remaining defensive over the oncoming colonial vessels, sparing only civilian workers and vehicles to help with the actual digging for Zillar. Argos made sure to reassure the new Greal leader, however, that this was all for the safety of the civilians themselves.

The Greal fleet remained unmoving, repairing the damage from the last battle.

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"Ok." muttered the major, then he went back to help his men dig, they found a tunnel after 15 minutes of digging into the ground.

The Greal fleet remained unmoving, repairing the damage from the last battle.

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"Ok." muttered the major, then he went back to help his men dig, they found a tunnel after 15 minutes of digging into the ground.

Eventually, work on the damaged Triumvirate vessels also began, as small white spiders and smaller engineers in white suits began to eject off of the civilian vessels onto the Judicator and the Thanatos. Finally, after all this time, the rest of the colonists, now numbering nearly a million total, were on the surface, most of them remaining in the massive shuttles landed in the plains below. A few satellites began to circulate around the planet now, half of them heavily armed, while the rest were simply there to block all known forms of communication which were not being sent to either the three largest Triumvirate Vessels, or the Greal ships.

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Message from Executioner
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This is the Executioner, lead by high Admiral and General Karias. We are now in the process of reinforcing and blocking any signals not aimed at either of our collective ships. Some of the nearby pods will begin to scrounge through the Zillar wreckages for any bodies belonging to them, in the hopes of gaining some insight on their biological chemistry.

If we intercept any signal from the Zillar, we will have them sent to you. However, if we are forced to fight them face-to-face, we might have to resort to more subtle methods to gaining entrance into their cities.

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As soon as the tunnel was found, Argos seemed to frown, "Do you think they have an actual city down there, or are they merely living in tunneled earth? I suspected they were primitive but really..." He then sighed, as he waved the civilian laborers away from the tunnels, "We might send some small spy drones down there, if you will allow us. Though we would need to acquire one from the Executioner."

Eventually, work on the damaged Triumvirate vessels also began, as small white spiders and smaller engineers in white suits began to eject off of the civilian vessels onto the Judicator and the Thanatos. Finally, after all this time, the rest of the colonists, now numbering nearly a million total, were on the surface, most of them remaining in the massive shuttles landed in the plains below. A few satellites began to circulate around the planet now, half of them heavily armed, while the rest were simply there to block all known forms of communication which were not being sent to either the three largest Triumvirate Vessels, or the Greal ships.

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Message from Executioner
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This is the Executioner, lead by high Admiral and General Karias. We are now in the process of reinforcing and blocking any signals not aimed at either of our collective ships. Some of the nearby pods will begin to scrounge through the Zillar wreckages for any bodies belonging to them, in the hopes of gaining some insight on their biological chemistry.

If we intercept any signal from the Zillar, we will have them sent to you. However, if we are forced to fight them face-to-face, we might have to resort to more subtle methods to gaining entrance into their cities.

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As soon as the tunnel was found, Argos seemed to frown, "Do you think they have an actual city down there, or are they merely living in tunneled earth? I suspected they were primitive but really..." He then sighed, as he waved the civilian laborers away from the tunnels, "We might send some small spy drones down there, if you will allow us. Though we would need to acquire one from the Executioner."

The Greal fleet now sent a total of 50,000 Greal troops to the surface, but they were worried that that wouldn't be enough.

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"Sure, those are your things, you do with what you have. Maybe they have a city down there, maybe they don't." said the Major, he sent some of the gray spiders down the tunnel.

"Lord Karias..." Corinth as the dark haired man watched him from his seat in the massive blackened room, rows of white masked men and women in black standing against the wall, "I am pleasantly surprised at the speed of your arrival."

"These Zillar..." The man clasped his gloved hands as he shook his head, "The Executioner has been telling me the most prudent action is a total annihilation. Though first we would need at least one of their intact bodies to study. Also, these aliens... Are you sure we should trust them? Even though they saved your ship, that does not necessarily mean that they will not try to take these colonies from us. Also, any word on their genetic data?"

"Err... No sir. We have no living samples to be sent back with us. I am unsure we should pressure them with this question at this time. At least no until we've ascertained the full strength of the Zillar. Also, the ambassador was sent to the surface, and his pod ruptured... It might take awhile for him to reach the colony."

"The ambassador isn't important right now. I've already sent some spy drones to help find any Zillar settlements. If we don't get any signals, we'll just have to assume that the entire planet is automated. If that happens, we'll probably have to destroy it. It would be far too much effort to fight a stalemate against machines. If anything new happens, inform the Executioner. I'll be taking all of our soldiers out of statis, in case of another Zillar attack."

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A few minutes later, some scientists appeared with a few small blackened centipede shaped robots roughly the size of, well, a small centipede. An entire dozen of the small bugs were dropped into the hole, as they immediately began to squirm down the two tunnels, half going in each direction.

"Lets hope they're not all detected." Argos said with a wink, as he moved over to a nearby white spider tank and shut his eyes, falling limp.

"Lord Karias..." Corinth as the dark haired man watched him from his seat in the massive blackened room, rows of white masked men and women in black standing against the wall, "I am pleasantly surprised at the speed of your arrival."

"These Zillar..." The man clasped his gloved hands as he shook his head, "The Executioner has been telling me the most prudent action is a total annihilation. Though first we would need at least one of their intact bodies to study. Also, these aliens... Are you sure we should trust them? Even though they saved your ship, that does not necessarily mean that they will not try to take these colonies from us. Also, any word on their genetic data?"

"Err... No sir. We have no living samples to be sent back with us. I am unsure we should pressure them with this question at this time. At least no until we've ascertained the full strength of the Zillar. Also, the ambassador was sent to the surface, and his pod ruptured... It might take awhile for him to reach the colony."

"The ambassador isn't important right now. I've already sent some spy drones to help find any Zillar settlements. If we don't get any signals, we'll just have to assume that the entire planet is automated. If that happens, we'll probably have to destroy it. It would be far too much effort to fight a stalemate against machines. If anything new happens, inform the Executioner. I'll be taking all of our soldiers out of statis, in case of another Zillar attack."

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A few minutes later, some scientists appeared with a few small blackened centipede shaped robots roughly the size of, well, a small centipede. An entire dozen of the small bugs were dropped into the hole, as they immediately began to squirm down the two tunnels, half going in each direction.

"Lets hope they're not all detected." Argos said with a wink, as he moved over to a nearby white spider tank and shut his eyes, falling limp.

The 1st Colony fleet jumped away, but still leaving the 3rd most powerful fleet in the Greal Empire behind. Meanwhile, Greal frigates were roaming around the moons of the planet, they found some of the crystals that they use to power their ships, the frigate landed and dropped off observers to collect samples of the crystals.

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As the small centipede headed down the tunnel, There was a big gate blocking the whole tunnel. Greal gray spiders were also stuck, so they headed back and reported the gates, Greal troops walked toward the gate slowly, watching the gate for any signs of movements.

The various pods floating around the system kept a close-eye on this, unsure on exactly what the crystals were, as a few of the pods landed some distance away and took them for analysis for themselves. The rest of the pods not near one of the planets or moons remained hidden wherever they could in the case of another attack, the rest doing a minimal amount of exploration.

On the planet itself, the digging pods continued their work, still being monitored by the Judicator for any changes.

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As soon as the door was discovered, half of the centipedes began to move backwards, the rest attempting to find an opening the squeeze through, or burrow around it. Above, a group of Arusian Rippers suddenly went down into the tunnel towards the door as well, their close-range weaponry drawn in case they would need to tear it open.

At the edge of the colonial encampment, near a crashed pod, a man covered in blood suddenly arrived. His suit was covered in holes and burns, and though the man seemed to have just bathed in blood, there was no physical scars on his body as a few Goliaths quickly rushed to him and began to take him to one of the massive shuttles.

The various pods floating around the system kept a close-eye on this, unsure on exactly what the crystals were, as a few of the pods landed some distance away and took them for analysis for themselves. The rest of the pods not near one of the planets or moons remained hidden wherever they could in the case of another attack, the rest doing a minimal amount of exploration.

On the planet itself, the digging pods continued their work, still being monitored by the Judicator for any changes.

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As soon as the door was discovered, half of the centipedes began to move backwards, the rest attempting to find an opening the squeeze through, or burrow around it. Above, a group of Arusian Rippers suddenly went down into the tunnel towards the door as well, their close-range weaponry drawn in case they would need to tear it open.

At the edge of the colonial encampment, near a crashed pod, a man covered in blood suddenly arrived. His suit was covered in holes and burns, and though the man seemed to have just bathed in blood, there was no physical scars on his body as a few Goliaths quickly rushed to him and began to take him to one of the massive shuttles.

The order was given and transports arrived with colonists, traders, and troops. The transports landed on the airless moon and began setting up a small mining colony for now.

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The centipede however could not get through, every part of the door was seal, as if it was a wall, but it would be opened, somehow. Greal troops were ready to blast open the door, so they got their plasma grenades and warned everyone behind them to move away because the tunnel would certainly divert the explosion toward them.

The major saw the bleeding man and asked one of the Triumvirate troops what happened to him.

The order was given and transports arrived with colonists, traders, and troops. The transports landed on the airless moon and began setting up a small mining colony for now.

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The centipede however could not get through, every part of the door was seal, as if it was a wall, but it would be opened, somehow. Greal troops were ready to blast open the door, so they got their plasma grenades and warned everyone behind them to move away because the tunnel would certainly divert the explosion toward them.

The major saw the bleeding man and asked one of the Triumvirate troops what happened to him.

Despite the small-scale colonization of the moon, the pods simply remained, tearing into the occasional crystal and apparently observing.

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The ten foot tall suited creatures quickly backed away, as the tentacles on their faces began to move and sway, and their feet gave them a seismographic look at their surroundings. The centipedes, upon noticing the warning, quickly moves back behind everyone, reeling back alongside the other ones, in preparation of a quick thrust through the door if fighting were to break out, using the chaos to camouflage their entrance.

"Its nothing! Our ambassador's escape pod ran into some trouble during the battle, and didn't land properly! As you can see, however, he has no injuries! However, we thank you for the concern for our diplomats!" One of the men shouted, in the native language of Greal, thanks to a translating device.

Despite the small-scale colonization of the moon, the pods simply remained, tearing into the occasional crystal and apparently observing.

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The ten foot tall suited creatures quickly backed away, as the tentacles on their faces began to move and sway, and their feet gave them a seismographic look at their surroundings. The centipedes, upon noticing the warning, quickly moves back behind everyone, reeling back alongside the other ones, in preparation of a quick thrust through the door if fighting were to break out, using the chaos to camouflage their entrance.

"Its nothing! Our ambassador's escape pod ran into some trouble during the battle, and didn't land properly! As you can see, however, he has no injuries! However, we thank you for the concern for our diplomats!" One of the men shouted, in the native language of Greal, thanks to a translating device.

The crystals were probably worthless if anyone looked at them, but it was strange that the Greal Empire mined them.

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A Greal soldier placed the grenade at the door, and ran back, after 5 seconds, the plasma grenade exploded, blowing the door, then an alarm bell rang.

After the various probes seemed to "eat" portions of some nearby crystal, about half of them simply moved away to other parts of the moon, while the remaining ones continued their passive observation of the area.

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Message from Executioner
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Some of our probes have noticed you mining for a few strange crystal formations on one of the moons. We don't appear to have anything like it in our home system, and would like to know more about them. Do these have any inquisitive value to your empire?

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The Colonist's Leader suddenly opened his eyes, as he looked over at one of the nearby Goliaths, shouting over to it in his native tongue, "Theres an alarm going off, send in the Fuchikomas, Goliaths, and as many Arusian Rippers as we can spare!"

The Goliath's wearer simply nodded, as he leapted into the hole, as a number of the smaller tanks rushed in front of him, disappearing optically as they went towards the building. A moment later, a large number of other Goliaths and the huge tentacled machines began to follow after, keeping a large distance from one another.

Back in the hole, the centipedes suddenly jolted through the passageway, the twelve of them splitting up into separate directions, as almost half of them began to look for an air vent or some other small area to squeeze through. The Arusian Rippers did the same, only they attempted to take any unsuspecting black balls or other soldiers by surprise as they literally began to move at an unnatural speed, drawing their weaponry as they burst forward at well over a hundred miles per hour, their feet occasionally leaving dents in the floor.

After the various probes seemed to "eat" portions of some nearby crystal, about half of them simply moved away to other parts of the moon, while the remaining ones continued their passive observation of the area.

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Message from Executioner
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Some of our probes have noticed you mining for a few strange crystal formations on one of the moons. We don't appear to have anything like it in our home system, and would like to know more about them. Do these have any inquisitive value to your empire?

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The Colonist's Leader suddenly opened his eyes, as he looked over at one of the nearby Goliaths, shouting over to it in his native tongue, "Theres an alarm going off, send in the Fuchikomas, Goliaths, and as many Arusian Rippers as we can spare!"

The Goliath's wearer simply nodded, as he leapted into the hole, as a number of the smaller tanks rushed in front of him, disappearing optically as they went towards the building. A moment later, a large number of other Goliaths and the huge tentacled machines began to follow after, keeping a large distance from one another.

Back in the hole, the centipedes suddenly jolted through the passageway, the twelve of them splitting up into separate directions, as almost half of them began to look for an air vent or some other small area to squeeze through. The Arusian Rippers did the same, only they attempted to take any unsuspecting black balls or other soldiers by surprise as they literally began to move at an unnatural speed, drawing their weaponry as they burst forward at well over a hundred miles per hour, their feet occasionally leaving dents in the floor.

Reply from the Slaughter

We use these crystals to power our ships and cities. They have more power then normal fuel.

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However, the Tunnel ahead had no one, Greal troops ran down the tunnel, but the alarm suddenly stopped. Greal troops continued running down the tunnel, noticing the alarm went off. As the troops moved down the tunnel, the Tunnel got noticeably wider until there was a Massive gate ahead.

"Oh my." said the Major in wonder, the gate was so high.

Reply from the Slaughter

We use these crystals to power our ships and cities. They have more power then normal fuel.

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However, the Tunnel ahead had no one, Greal troops ran down the tunnel, but the alarm suddenly stopped. Greal troops continued running down the tunnel, noticing the alarm went off. As the troops moved down the tunnel, the Tunnel got noticeably wider until there was a Massive gate ahead.

"Oh my." said the Major in wonder, the gate was so high.

A few of the pods which had taken samples from the moon then left, having taken in this news, to allow them to be better researched by the Triumvirate scientists aboard the Black Wind.

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The two Arusian Rippers immediately came to a stop right in front of it, leaping back as they began to sense their surroundings for any entrance. Half of the centipedes, upon catching up, did the same as before and attempted to find a way through, while the first of the fuchikomas arrived, climbing up the side of the massive passageway in wait, visibly invisible as they primed their weapons for the door on the other side.

"I wonder if this is a..." Argos muttered quietly to himself, before once again going limp, his eyes being that of the twelve centipedes now.

A few of the pods which had taken samples from the moon then left, having taken in this news, to allow them to be better researched by the Triumvirate scientists aboard the Black Wind.

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The two Arusian Rippers immediately came to a stop right in front of it, leaping back as they began to sense their surroundings for any entrance. Half of the centipedes, upon catching up, did the same as before and attempted to find a way through, while the first of the fuchikomas arrived, climbing up the side of the massive passageway in wait, visibly invisible as they primed their weapons for the door on the other side.

"I wonder if this is a..." Argos muttered quietly to himself, before once again going limp, his eyes being that of the twelve centipedes now.

The Greal moon colony was under construction now, they began building small domes.

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There was no way through the gate, except for blowing it up, but it would take a lot of grenades to blow it down.

The ground shook again, but only for a second. It worried the major, who aimed his gun at the gate.

The Greal moon colony was under construction now, they began building small domes.

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There was no way through the gate, except for blowing it up, but it would take a lot of grenades to blow it down.

The ground shook again, but only for a second. It worried the major, who aimed his gun at the gate.

The colony on the planet's surface had finally begun the construction of numerous dome-shaped buildings of their own, along with more tunneling in various parts of the colony itself to create foundations and for the formation of a solid geo-front beneath the surface. However, most of the colonists were still wary to leave.

Argos seemed less than worried, for if something did arrive through that gate, he would be able to infiltrate with the centipedes.

The soldiers, however simply began to move on all sides of it, as a few of them suddenly launched plasma grenades at the door, to see their effect.

The colony on the planet's surface had finally begun the construction of numerous dome-shaped buildings of their own, along with more tunneling in various parts of the colony itself to create foundations and for the formation of a solid geo-front beneath the surface. However, most of the colonists were still wary to leave.

Argos seemed less than worried, for if something did arrive through that gate, he would be able to infiltrate with the centipedes.

The soldiers, however simply began to move on all sides of it, as a few of them suddenly launched plasma grenades at the door, to see their effect.

Greal troops got down as the grenades explode. Dirt flew everywhere, but the gate stood, the grenades hardly put a dent to it.

"Any got a bigger bomb?" asked the Major,"Now the Zillars will know we're here."

Argos suddenly snapped to and stood up, as a thought donned on him from his old science days back at the academy on Catharsis. As an odd look came over his face, he looked over at the nearest officer or Rhellos, "How well-protected are your men from radiation? We do have anti-matter reactors prepared for the city's construction... Since its underground, it might be the quickest way to get through that door. We'd only need to throw some of that anti-matter into the gateway and make sure that none of us are anywhere near the room."

Argos suddenly snapped to and stood up, as a thought donned on him from his old science days back at the academy on Catharsis. As an odd look came over his face, he looked over at the nearest officer or Rhellos, "How well-protected are your men from radiation? We do have anti-matter reactors prepared for the city's construction... Since its underground, it might be the quickest way to get through that door. We'd only need to throw some of that anti-matter into the gateway and make sure that none of us are anywhere near the room."

"I object to this bombing, what if it doesn't work? We could use one of the torpedoes we have on board our ships, that will blow a hole in any ship." said the Major.

A Greal tank came by towing a torpedo.

"I object to this bombing, what if it doesn't work? We could use one of the torpedoes we have on board our ships, that will blow a hole in any ship." said the Major.

A Greal tank came by towing a torpedo.

Argos shook his head and lookved over at the Major, "Sir, anti-matter is a tad risky, but I feel its a great tactic! Why, with enough of it we'll blow a hole through that door and obliterate anyone directly on the other side! Anyone nearby will probably be too doused in radiation to even put up a struggle! Trust me, in my University back on Catharsis I did an experiment with a gram of anti-matter on solid carbon! Matter and Anti-matter wipe each other out on contact, its a fundamental law of the universe!"

Argos then paused for a moment, brushing himself off and coughing slightly, realizing how excited he was becoming, "Besides, what if a torpedo doesn't work? At least we can be certain the door is made out of some type of matter. Though I suppose irradiating the ground beneath the colony might cause some problems with the clean-up later on... Though I'll leave it to you, getting the anti-matter down into the tunnel would be too dangerous in case of another Zillar attack."

The man then shut his red tinged eyes for a second, as the soldiers began to move away from the main room of the tunnel. He would check to see how this weapon worked on the door, but kept track of one of the scientist's by the main reactor, just in case.

Argos shook his head and lookved over at the Major, "Sir, anti-matter is a tad risky, but I feel its a great tactic! Why, with enough of it we'll blow a hole through that door and obliterate anyone directly on the other side! Anyone nearby will probably be too doused in radiation to even put up a struggle! Trust me, in my University back on Catharsis I did an experiment with a gram of anti-matter on solid carbon! Matter and Anti-matter wipe each other out on contact, its a fundamental law of the universe!"

Argos then paused for a moment, brushing himself off and coughing slightly, realizing how excited he was becoming, "Besides, what if a torpedo doesn't work? At least we can be certain the door is made out of some type of matter. Though I suppose irradiating the ground beneath the colony might cause some problems with the clean-up later on... Though I'll leave it to you, getting the anti-matter down into the tunnel would be too dangerous in case of another Zillar attack."

The man then shut his red tinged eyes for a second, as the soldiers began to move away from the main room of the tunnel. He would check to see how this weapon worked on the door, but kept track of one of the scientist's by the main reactor, just in case.

Major Rhellos directed his men to launch the torpedo, it was a hell fire torpedo, the most powerful of all Greal torpedoes. The torpedo was aimed.

"Ok everyone, this will be loud." said the torpedo "operator". he aimed and fired.

the gate exploded, the whole tunnel shook for 30 seconds. Then, the gate collapsed and fell down toward the Greal troops.

"Move!" yelled the major, Greal troops jumped out of harm's way, when the gate was down, the Greal troops quickly rushed through and met a line of Black balls.

"Oh no, I hate these bastards." said one of the soldiers.

One of the Arusian Rippers responded to the soldier's complaint with a sort of garbled, incomprehensible noise before immediately leaping forward at breakneck speeds and slamming a large bladed weapon through the spider, impaling it with a loud crackling sound as charged photons began to shoot out of dozens of small holes in the blade, "Rrrgh... Reeghrgh!!" The suit seemed to murmur, as four centipedes managed to leap forward in the sudden commotion as another Arusian Ripper leaped nearby and slashed at another one.

The walls above the soldiers immediately lit up as the camouflaged fuchikomas began to open up a literal wall of suppressive fire onto the further black orbs. The larger Enforcement Spider Tanks were still at the tunnel's main entrance, guarding it against collapse, along with the colony's leader.

The Goliaths were silent, though one of them, perhaps to make the Greal soldiers feel more comfortable with their presence, shouted over to him, "I'll be sure to blow one of these suckers apart for ya then'!" He was then cut short, as he launched a plasma grenade and a Goliath next to him suddenly burst into flames as one of their weapons smashed through his helmet, incinerating the body within.

One of the Arusian Rippers responded to the soldier's complaint with a sort of garbled, incomprehensible noise before immediately leaping forward at breakneck speeds and slamming a large bladed weapon through the spider, impaling it with a loud crackling sound as charged photons began to shoot out of dozens of small holes in the blade, "Rrrgh... Reeghrgh!!" The suit seemed to murmur, as four centipedes managed to leap forward in the sudden commotion as another Arusian Ripper leaped nearby and slashed at another one.

The walls above the soldiers immediately lit up as the camouflaged fuchikomas began to open up a literal wall of suppressive fire onto the further black orbs. The larger Enforcement Spider Tanks were still at the tunnel's main entrance, guarding it against collapse, along with the colony's leader.

The Goliaths were silent, though one of them, perhaps to make the Greal soldiers feel more comfortable with their presence, shouted over to him, "I'll be sure to blow one of these suckers apart for ya then'!" He was then cut short, as he launched a plasma grenade and a Goliath next to him suddenly burst into flames as one of their weapons smashed through his helmet, incinerating the body within.

However, as the Arusian Ripper slammed his sword into the Black spider, the black spider exploded, and the other two next to it was also blown to pieces, killing nearby Greal troops. The Tunnel shook as the pieces of the gate continued falling down, even one of the debris fell on one of the Greal tanks.

Black spiders were rolling around, crushing anything in their path, if they were shot at, they would explode. Greal troops were being crushed by the second.

However, as the Arusian Ripper slammed his sword into the Black spider, the black spider exploded, and the other two next to it was also blown to pieces, killing nearby Greal troops. The Tunnel shook as the pieces of the gate continued falling down, even one of the debris fell on one of the Greal tanks.

Black spiders were rolling around, crushing anything in their path, if they were shot at, they would explode. Greal troops were being crushed by the second.

As the torso of the Arusian Ripper landed nearby, the occupant's severed body appearing for all to see, it amazingly continued to crawl forward on auto-pilot, continuing the fight! Though it was only continuing the fight for a few more seconds, before a massive black orb rolled on top of it, smashing what was left. The second Arusian Ripper left its sword inside of the spider and leapt up to the ceiling, clinging to it as the battle below suddenly exploded into violence!

The spiders on the wall continued to fire at the black orbs, barely registering the rolling black orbs, except for a few hit by debris and knocked to the floor. Most of them were likewise invisible, with the exception of the flash of their weaponry and the ammunition casings raining down as the spiders slowly moved along the walls towards the gateway, apparently dodging most of the crushing black spiders below.

"Auuurggghhh!!!" One of the Goliath's screamed, as he held one of the rolling black balls in place as his comrades stepped back and started to fire at it, before a second one slammed into his side, crushing him between the two of them as a spray of metal and viscera splattered everyone nearby. However, his fellow Goliaths didn't even seem to register the gruesome death, as they simply lobbed plasma grenades at them and moved forward, trampling the dead on their way forward.

Most of the exploding balls were being shot at from the ceiling, and the Goliath battlesuits were taken the brunt of the violence, being crushed, caught in explosions, or even hit by friendly fire as they held a black orb and another soldier fired into it, causing it to explode.

"Come on men, we're not going to let these filthy Zillar slow us down!" One of the higher ranking Goliaths shouted, standing on a pile of gore and metal, one of which was steaming, "If you don't have the stomach for it, you should have went to culinary school!" The man then lowered two mounted weapons from his shoulders and launched small mini-missiles into the vast blackened mass of death in front of him, causing massive explosions as a piece of shrapnel slammed through helmet and into his eye, as he let out a battle cry and ran forward to his doom.

The centipedes controlled by Argos however, were still charging forward, to small and close to the ground to be properly crushed, three of them were still destroyed in the explosions. The remaining ones quickly moves further down the tunnel, creating a miniature computerized map for all of the Triumvirate troops present.

Argos on the surface, took a moment to open his eyes, a slightly sickened look on his face which quickly washed away, "We can't let the Zillar get away with this... Spectacle."

As the torso of the Arusian Ripper landed nearby, the occupant's severed body appearing for all to see, it amazingly continued to crawl forward on auto-pilot, continuing the fight! Though it was only continuing the fight for a few more seconds, before a massive black orb rolled on top of it, smashing what was left. The second Arusian Ripper left its sword inside of the spider and leapt up to the ceiling, clinging to it as the battle below suddenly exploded into violence!

The spiders on the wall continued to fire at the black orbs, barely registering the rolling black orbs, except for a few hit by debris and knocked to the floor. Most of them were likewise invisible, with the exception of the flash of their weaponry and the ammunition casings raining down as the spiders slowly moved along the walls towards the gateway, apparently dodging most of the crushing black spiders below.

"Auuurggghhh!!!" One of the Goliath's screamed, as he held one of the rolling black balls in place as his comrades stepped back and started to fire at it, before a second one slammed into his side, crushing him between the two of them as a spray of metal and viscera splattered everyone nearby. However, his fellow Goliaths didn't even seem to register the gruesome death, as they simply lobbed plasma grenades at them and moved forward, trampling the dead on their way forward.

Most of the exploding balls were being shot at from the ceiling, and the Goliath battlesuits were taken the brunt of the violence, being crushed, caught in explosions, or even hit by friendly fire as they held a black orb and another soldier fired into it, causing it to explode.

"Come on men, we're not going to let these filthy Zillar slow us down!" One of the higher ranking Goliaths shouted, standing on a pile of gore and metal, one of which was steaming, "If you don't have the stomach for it, you should have went to culinary school!" The man then lowered two mounted weapons from his shoulders and launched small mini-missiles into the vast blackened mass of death in front of him, causing massive explosions as a piece of shrapnel slammed through helmet and into his eye, as he let out a battle cry and ran forward to his doom.

The centipedes controlled by Argos however, were still charging forward, to small and close to the ground to be properly crushed, three of them were still destroyed in the explosions. The remaining ones quickly moves further down the tunnel, creating a miniature computerized map for all of the Triumvirate troops present.

Argos on the surface, took a moment to open his eyes, a slightly sickened look on his face which quickly washed away, "We can't let the Zillar get away with this... Spectacle."

"Blast them!" yelled Rhellos, a Greal soldier fired a rocket launcher and destroyed 2 black spiders, but killed a Greal soldier nearby.

Greal troops climbed onto the celling, but the blac spiders followed them, using their legs to dig into the wall and walk unto the cell and fire at the soldiers up there.

The centipedes probably noticed that there was a door, but this time they could go through it, since it was opened.

The miniature centipedes moved by quietly, leaving the mass of gore and explosions behind them as they all moved through the door. There were only nine left, and upon entering the first door they once again split into three groups, one group traveling up across the ceiling still looking for air vents, as the other two stuck to the shadows, looking for various areas to split up and map out more of the complex that way.

The spiders, upon noticing the soldiers now following up after them, quickly stuck to the walls and moved higher and higher until they reached the ceiling, where many of them made their last stand, firing at the balls below as a few of them fell from the shockwave, quickly getting back up and looking for something else to climb onto. However, of those that fell, nearly half of them were smashed before ever getting back up due to the massive influx of enemy combatants. The remaining spiders eventually shot forth a thin white silk-like string towards the ceiling and attempted to remain up there, firing from the ceiling in the hopes of avoiding being crushed, though now wide open to the enemy's blasts.

As the battle's death toll continued to rise, more reinforcements from the surface suddenly began to appear towards the entrance, rushing forward to help support what was left of the remaining Goliaths. This time, a few of the Enforcement Tanks also managed to squeeze through the entrance and waded through the gore, crushing a few injured soldiers as they moved forward. One of went so far as to step in the direct center of the room and waste its entire supply of plasma grenades in less than a minute, causing a full quarter of the room to suddenly erupt in explosions.

The Arusian Ripper, previously on the ceiling had finally landed and was now hastily moving around the room, attempting to dodge everything. He was looking for an opening into the massive doorway so that he could get to the actual unarmed civilians which he hoped were inside. His ability to dodge the various rolling orbs was entirely thanks to the facial tentacles and AI, but the soldier inside was rather highly skilled too, and given an important mission; it was his duty to capture at least one of the Zillar citizens, primarily aimed at women and children who would make less of a struggle.

The Zillar vessel was opening up its hangers, a long "tube" came out of it to connect with the Anagonian ship. The Zillar commanding officer waited.

As the Essex docked the Side Hanger with the long "tube", the two ships shuddered under the joint-stress. Internal gravity compensator's went overtime, making sure both ships didn't tear each other a part by taken on the burdens of each others spacial stresses. Then, just as sudden, the shaking was over, and it seemed like everything was made right for the time being.

Hanger Bay 2, of four, located on the right side of the "spearhead" of the Essex, pressurized and conformed to ensure that both parties wouldn't suddenly explode at the lack of air and proper pressure. Captain Alexander Yukov decided to go alone, preferring not to seem himself hostile to the Zillar ship Captain, and walked across the "tube"-like structure to meet the Zillar Commanding Officer.

Alexander, still under the jurisdiction of the Colonial Marines, wore standard Mandalorian Light Battle Armor (http://hawk.proboards1.com/v45index.cgi?board=spacemilitary&action=display&thread=11). The only difference, between his Marine brethren and the Navy which Alexander served under was that rank was shown on the armor, and it was stylized to be more like a uniform that battle armor. Smoothed over to show the insignia of Captain on the top of his shoulders, on his right chest-plate the insignia of the Galactic Federation with "Federal Navy" and the motto etched there. He didn't have the standard "back-pack" or helmet, just the uniform.

Walking up to the Zillar Commander, he saluted briefly in standard Navy fashion, assuming that such things were universal anyway. He then extended his hand for a shake, "Captain Alexander Yukov of the Colonial Carrier Essex. I send welcome on behalf of the Galactic Federation."

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The two Acclamator's started the decent to the North Pole of the Main Planet, not concentrated on the sparsely concentrated land through-out the mainly water world. The Venator remained in orbit for security purposes, right above the North Pole to act as heavy artillery support should the Acclamator's and their contingent of troops and supplies come under assault from unknown forces. The first Acclamator, with Atlantis in bold letters across its bow, descended to smoothly fly over the remains of the Zillar outpost, probably over the remaining native species that assaulted it in the first place. Its sensors picked up solid land under the thick ice, and the three landing struts extended. The Atlantis landed just a few miles away from the outposts, the large ramp lowering to start unloading Grand Army troops, battle vehicles, and the beginning of the supplies to start construction of the Outpost.

The second Acclamator, with Oceana in bold letters across its bow, flew the same flight path minutes behind the Atlantis. It circled briefly around the deserted Zillar Outpost, and went on to land just a few feet away from the Atlantis. Lowering its loading ramp in the same fashion, and unloading troops and supplies.

Captain Frontus sat patiently as his bridge crew ran around impatiently figuring out figures and messages they were picking up on several frequences.

"Sir, we have these Greals that seem to be the main group of people in this sector of space that is settling here. DO you want me to send a message seeing if we can set up some communication networks? Plus we also have found a empty planet in this sector too with a moon." Said the communications officer/science officer.

"Yes on both accounts. Have us turn toward the planet and set a orbit around it and the moon," replied Frontus.

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As the orders were given, all 20 ships turned about and started moving slowly towards the new planet and its moon. It was only a handful of light years away, but they knew that they had to be careful with other societies in the sector.

The miniature centipedes moved by quietly, leaving the mass of gore and explosions behind them as they all moved through the door. There were only nine left, and upon entering the first door they once again split into three groups, one group traveling up across the ceiling still looking for air vents, as the other two stuck to the shadows, looking for various areas to split up and map out more of the complex that way.

The spiders, upon noticing the soldiers now following up after them, quickly stuck to the walls and moved higher and higher until they reached the ceiling, where many of them made their last stand, firing at the balls below as a few of them fell from the shockwave, quickly getting back up and looking for something else to climb onto. However, of those that fell, nearly half of them were smashed before ever getting back up due to the massive influx of enemy combatants. The remaining spiders eventually shot forth a thin white silk-like string towards the ceiling and attempted to remain up there, firing from the ceiling in the hopes of avoiding being crushed, though now wide open to the enemy's blasts.

As the battle's death toll continued to rise, more reinforcements from the surface suddenly began to appear towards the entrance, rushing forward to help support what was left of the remaining Goliaths. This time, a few of the Enforcement Tanks also managed to squeeze through the entrance and waded through the gore, crushing a few injured soldiers as they moved forward. One of went so far as to step in the direct center of the room and waste its entire supply of plasma grenades in less than a minute, causing a full quarter of the room to suddenly erupt in explosions.

The Arusian Ripper, previously on the ceiling had finally landed and was now hastily moving around the room, attempting to dodge everything. He was looking for an opening into the massive doorway so that he could get to the actual unarmed civilians which he hoped were inside. His ability to dodge the various rolling orbs was entirely thanks to the facial tentacles and AI, but the soldier inside was rather highly skilled too, and given an important mission; it was his duty to capture at least one of the Zillar citizens, primarily aimed at women and children who would make less of a struggle.

the Blac spiders suddenly rolled back down the tunnel, toward the area where the Greal troops wanted to get to, he major quickly led his men down the tunnel through some open doors, then that was where the tunnel ended.

"Wow." said the Major, he was looking at the city of Zillars.

The city had a huge amount of space, with an unbelievably high celling, buildings were everywhere, but then the major saw who was facing him.

A demon

As the Essex docked the Side Hanger with the long "tube", the two ships shuddered under the joint-stress. Internal gravity compensator's went overtime, making sure both ships didn't tear each other a part by taken on the burdens of each others spacial stresses. Then, just as sudden, the shaking was over, and it seemed like everything was made right for the time being.

Hanger Bay 2, of four, located on the right side of the "spearhead" of the Essex, pressurized and conformed to ensure that both parties wouldn't suddenly explode at the lack of air and proper pressure. Captain Alexander Yukov decided to go alone, preferring not to seem himself hostile to the Zillar ship Captain, and walked across the "tube"-like structure to meet the Zillar Commanding Officer.

Alexander, still under the jurisdiction of the Colonial Marines, wore standard Mandalorian Light Battle Armor (http://hawk.proboards1.com/v45index.cgi?board=spacemilitary&action=display&thread=11). The only difference, between his Marine brethren and the Navy which Alexander served under was that rank was shown on the armor, and it was stylized to be more like a uniform that battle armor. Smoothed over to show the insignia of Captain on the top of his shoulders, on his right chest-plate the insignia of the Galactic Federation with "Federal Navy" and the motto etched there. He didn't have the standard "back-pack" or helmet, just the uniform.

Walking up to the Zillar Commander, he saluted briefly in standard Navy fashion, assuming that such things were universal anyway. He then extended his hand for a shake, "Captain Alexander Yukov of the Colonial Carrier Essex. I send welcome on behalf of the Galactic Federation."

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The two Acclamator's started the decent to the North Pole of the Main Planet, not concentrated on the sparsely concentrated land through-out the mainly water world. The Venator remained in orbit for security purposes, right above the North Pole to act as heavy artillery support should the Acclamator's and their contingent of troops and supplies come under assault from unknown forces. The first Acclamator, with Atlantis in bold letters across its bow, descended to smoothly fly over the remains of the Zillar outpost, probably over the remaining native species that assaulted it in the first place. Its sensors picked up solid land under the thick ice, and the three landing struts extended. The Atlantis landed just a few miles away from the outposts, the large ramp lowering to start unloading Grand Army troops, battle vehicles, and the beginning of the supplies to start construction of the Outpost.

The second Acclamator, with Oceana in bold letters across its bow, flew the same flight path minutes behind the Atlantis. It circled briefly around the deserted Zillar Outpost, and went on to land just a few feet away from the Atlantis. Lowering its loading ramp in the same fashion, and unloading troops and supplies.

Anyone would probably be surprised at what they saw, the Zillar looked like a demon from the old myths. But except for that, the Zillar Admiral was carrying a "suitcase".

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The Deserted outpost was on fire, smoke came from several of the outpost's buildings. Surrounding the outpost was nothing but desert.

the Blac spiders suddenly rolled back down the tunnel, toward the area where the Greal troops wanted to get to, he major quickly led his men down the tunnel through some open doors, then that was where the tunnel ended.

"Wow." said the Major, he was looking at the city of Zillars.

The city had a huge amount of space, with an unbelievably high celling, buildings were everywhere, but then the major saw who was facing him.

A demon

The centipedes began to immediately split off as the little blackened robots slithered off in search of likely targets for the soldiers to attack, or civilians to attempt to kidnap.

Even the Triumvirate forces seemed to have a grudging admiration at the massive city in front of them. It wasn't every day that you saw a subterranean city of this quality, let alone one made by supposed 'primitives'. It was something of a shame that so much of it would be destroyed in the ensuing conflict, though perhaps the scientific division would be able to sift through the rubble for anything of importance.

"What the hell is that thing?" One of the Goliaths shouted, breaking the silence as the female pilot inside turned towards the demon, priming her weapon at it, "I don't suppose thats a Zillar?"

As the soldiers began to move in, blocking the entrance, the same wall-climbing spiders from before(at least those which survived the conflict) were once again moving up the wall, as they seemed to almost disappear into it. If these creatures relied on light to see, then they would be hard-pressed to keep an eye on their opponents, though at the very least the walls would once again protect the pilots. Following behind these were the massive enforcement tanks, and a few of the Arusian Rippers, including the unarmed one from before, its tentacles twitching as it looked down the street for any heat signatures or smaller 'demons'.

The centipedes began to immediately split off as the little blackened robots slithered off in search of likely targets for the soldiers to attack, or civilians to attempt to kidnap.

Even the Triumvirate forces seemed to have a grudging admiration at the massive city in front of them. It wasn't every day that you saw a subterranean city of this quality, let alone one made by supposed 'primitives'. It was something of a shame that so much of it would be destroyed in the ensuing conflict, though perhaps the scientific division would be able to sift through the rubble for anything of importance.

"What the hell is that thing?" One of the Goliaths shouted, breaking the silence as the female pilot inside turned towards the demon, priming her weapon at it, "I don't suppose thats a Zillar?"

As the soldiers began to move in, blocking the entrance, the same wall-climbing spiders from before(at least those which survived the conflict) were once again moving up the wall, as they seemed to almost disappear into it. If these creatures relied on light to see, then they would be hard-pressed to keep an eye on their opponents, though at the very least the walls would once again protect the pilots. Following behind these were the massive enforcement tanks, and a few of the Arusian Rippers, including the unarmed one from before, its tentacles twitching as it looked down the street for any heat signatures or smaller 'demons'.

The demons moved toward the tanks, they had swords, but as if showing them what this sword would do, The demon cut apart the ground below it. These demons could see in the dark or the light for that matter, but these were not civilians, the city looked empty to the major.

"Fire!" yelled the major, his men left off a volley and charged the demons, the demons also charged them, no it became a battle of who was the toughest. One of the demons picked up a Greal solider and ripped him apart with his sword, despite the fact that he had a battle suit on.

Greal tanks moving in were immediately attacked by Black spiders now coming from the flank of the Greal forces.

The street was empty, and demons were moving down the street toward the invasion force.

The demons moved toward the tanks, they had swords, but as if showing them what this sword would do, The demon cut apart the ground below it. These demons could see in the dark or the light for that matter, but these were not civilians, the city looked empty to the major.

"Fire!" yelled the major, his men left off a volley and charged the demons, the demons also charged them, no it became a battle of who was the toughest. One of the demons picked up a Greal solider and ripped him apart with his sword, despite the fact that he had a battle suit on.

Greal tanks moving in were immediately attacked by Black spiders now coming from the flank of the Greal forces.

The street was empty, and demons were moving down the street toward the invasion force.

The battle once again became another field of blood, metal and gore as the demons fell upon the Goliaths as they immediately sent a wall of ammunition into the demons, with the help of the large Enforcement Tanks behind the troops, which slowly moved forward, still firing. On the walls and ceiling of the city, the fuchikoma spiders were firing from the sides, before a few of them shot out a silken strand and swung overhead, still firing just out of reach, a few being taken out by the black spiders firing upon them. For the first few moments, it almost seemed as if the Triumvirate were going to push the demons back without taking too many casualties this time...

However, sings quickly turned sour when the orbs once again entered the picture, as the Goliaths were no longer able to merely concentrate on the demons themselves, allowing a few of them to break into the wall of soldiers, cutting one soldier cleanly down the middle, as the nearby soldiers quickly attempted to back away as they too were chopped to pieces before the demon was immediately taken down by a steam of bullets to his face, causing it to literally explode in a burst of gore and skull fragments.

Just as another demon was about to get the jump on a Goliath who was distracted by the approach of some more black spiders, the demon suddenly fell forward as an Arusian Ripper's (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/DragoonXOmega.png) claw slammed forward, piercing his chest and tossing the dying demon away like a rag doll before grabbing its sword and leaping into a close-range battle with the group of demons. The unarmed Arusian Ripper quickly took the chaotic opportunity to charge forward at what looked like a civilian door, slamming through it with full speed and into the other side, as a centipede quietly followed behind him.

The battle once again became another field of blood, metal and gore as the demons fell upon the Goliaths as they immediately sent a wall of ammunition into the demons, with the help of the large Enforcement Tanks behind the troops, which slowly moved forward, still firing. On the walls and ceiling of the city, the fuchikoma spiders were firing from the sides, before a few of them shot out a silken strand and swung overhead, still firing just out of reach, a few being taken out by the black spiders firing upon them. For the first few moments, it almost seemed as if the Triumvirate were going to push the demons back without taking too many casualties this time...

However, sings quickly turned sour when the orbs once again entered the picture, as the Goliaths were no longer able to merely concentrate on the demons themselves, allowing a few of them to break into the wall of soldiers, cutting one soldier cleanly down the middle, as the nearby soldiers quickly attempted to back away as they too were chopped to pieces before the demon was immediately taken down by a steam of bullets to his face, causing it to literally explode in a burst of gore and skull fragments.

Just as another demon was about to get the jump on a Goliath who was distracted by the approach of some more black spiders, the demon suddenly fell forward as an Arusian Ripper's (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/DragoonXOmega.png) claw slammed forward, piercing his chest and tossing the dying demon away like a rag doll before grabbing its sword and leaping into a close-range battle with the group of demons. The unarmed Arusian Ripper quickly took the chaotic opportunity to charge forward at what looked like a civilian door, slamming through it with full speed and into the other side, as a centipede quietly followed behind him.

The sword was amazing light, it could chop down a wall if needed. More demons were starting to arrive. carrying rocket launchers and firing them at the Greal tanks and Arusian Rippers.

Black spiders also began using their height and strength to force away the Greal forces, One Greal soldier was pulled apart by one of the black spiders.

Meanwhile, the major and a squad got through the battle and ran into the city, everything was empty.

The sword was amazing light, it could chop down a wall if needed. More demons were starting to arrive. carrying rocket launchers and firing them at the Greal tanks and Arusian Rippers.

Black spiders also began using their height and strength to force away the Greal forces, One Greal soldier was pulled apart by one of the black spiders.

Meanwhile, the major and a squad got through the battle and ran into the city, everything was empty.

What was left of the butchered Rippers continued to move, even after the pilot was dead, as few of them still clawing and grasping at the legs of the demons, leaving them wide open for steams of ammunition from the huge enforcement tanks. The Goliaths were not this lucky, as chunks of men and women twisted with their metal suits now lined the area. One of the enforcement tanks was now missing four of its legs and sitting out in the open, still firing away as every so often a large portion of it disappeared from an enemy blast, leaving more and more of the compartment inside exposed.

Another one of the Goliaths suddenly rushed over towards the major, along with a few more of his soldiers, "If we're going to get through this, lets at least try to support each other through this!" He shouted through the suit's translator, as they hunkered down beside the Greal soldiers and began to open fire on the demons behind them, "We'll hold these scum off, we'll send some of our Fuchikomas with you! Be careful Major!" The man shouted as a bullet whizzed through hit suit's shoulder as he quickly sidestepped and continued firing.

The camouflaged spiders quickly sped forward along the walls on both sides of the Greal Major's forces, practically invisible except for a few of the more damaged ones, now completely visible to the naked eye. Some of them were also smoking from this point, or splattered with blood or debris, but the fact that the Greal were not completely alone even that far into the city might have perhaps given them some piece of mind.

The Arusian Ripper which had charged into the civilian building quickly rushed back out once it was empty, tearing off one of the demon's arms and stealing his sword as he used it on one of the demon's comrades, splitting it in half. The remaining Arusian Rippers, realizing that their weaponry was still too bulky for in this area, also began to steal the swords from the dead or dying demons, and due to their significant height advantage were now pushing most of the demons back as far as swordplay was concerned. However, the fact that there were only roughly twenty of the Arusians in total still intact down there did not do much to give the butchered Goliaths and other soldiers much hope of a clean victory.

What was left of the butchered Rippers continued to move, even after the pilot was dead, as few of them still clawing and grasping at the legs of the demons, leaving them wide open for steams of ammunition from the huge enforcement tanks. The Goliaths were not this lucky, as chunks of men and women twisted with their metal suits now lined the area. One of the enforcement tanks was now missing four of its legs and sitting out in the open, still firing away as every so often a large portion of it disappeared from an enemy blast, leaving more and more of the compartment inside exposed.

Another one of the Goliaths suddenly rushed over towards the major, along with a few more of his soldiers, "If we're going to get through this, lets at least try to support each other through this!" He shouted through the suit's translator, as they hunkered down beside the Greal soldiers and began to open fire on the demons behind them, "We'll hold these scum off, we'll send some of our Fuchikomas with you! Be careful Major!" The man shouted as a bullet whizzed through hit suit's shoulder as he quickly sidestepped and continued firing.

The camouflaged spiders quickly sped forward along the walls on both sides of the Greal Major's forces, practically invisible except for a few of the more damaged ones, now completely visible to the naked eye. Some of them were also smoking from this point, or splattered with blood or debris, but the fact that the Greal were not completely alone even that far into the city might have perhaps given them some piece of mind.

The Arusian Ripper which had charged into the civilian building quickly rushed back out once it was empty, tearing off one of the demon's arms and stealing his sword as he used it on one of the demon's comrades, splitting it in half. The remaining Arusian Rippers, realizing that their weaponry was still too bulky for in this area, also began to steal the swords from the dead or dying demons, and due to their significant height advantage were now pushing most of the demons back as far as swordplay was concerned. However, the fact that there were only roughly twenty of the Arusians in total still intact down there did not do much to give the butchered Goliaths and other soldiers much hope of a clean victory.

Black spiders move forward and also grabbed the swords of the dead demons, now they were battling the Arusian Rippers hard, but the sheer number of black spiders might make the Arusians lose.

As Major Rhellos and his men moved down the street, he could hear the screams of wounded or dying men, he could also hear explosions. One of his men suddenly went down, after being hit by a "spear" from the demons, the demons charged, and the major let off a close range volley at them.

"Come on!" yelled the major, his squad moved through the streets and apparently it looked like the city was completely empty, except for the demons everywhere. He wondered if the civilians had already left the planet.

Black spiders move forward and also grabbed the swords of the dead demons, now they were battling the Arusian Rippers hard, but the sheer number of black spiders might make the Arusians lose.

As Major Rhellos and his men moved down the street, he could hear the screams of wounded or dying men, he could also hear explosions. One of his men suddenly went down, after being hit by a "spear" from the demons, the demons charged, and the major let off a close range volley at them.

"Come on!" yelled the major, his squad moved through the streets and apparently it looked like the city was completely empty, except for the demons everywhere. He wondered if the civilians had already left the planet.

Almost immediately, the massive rust-colored suits were being pushed back by the sudden onslaught of black spiders, as a few of them were now missing entire arms, blood oozing from where it was once connected. Due to the extreme speed and movement of the suits, quite a few of the soldiers in the suits were already injured or dead, and when an arm was lopped off, the suit immediately grabbed it out of the air with its remaining arm and continued the fight. This wasn't working however, there were less than ten left, and they quickly leapt towards the ceilings and over the mass of mechanized black spiders. The Goliaths behind them immediately opened up with a hail of grenades and ammunition, but once the first row of spiders exploded, the second immediately rolled past and began to decimate them.

"Rrghrgh!" One of the Arusian's suddenly said, as it grabbed for one of the Zillar, throwing its sword into a nearby black spider as the ten foot tall machine quickly squeezed down on the demon's arms, crushing them, "Grgh... Rrrgh!" Then, like a hunter taking its prey, the machine tossed the helpless foe over its shoulders and began to charge for the exit.

The remaining Arusian Rippers quickly began to change tactics as well, and were not merely killing the demonic Zillar, but were attempting to take them alive. They remained close enough to their opponents protect themselves against the black spider's weaponry, and rushed away whenever one rolled too close to engage in melee. Within moments they were all heading towards the exits, carrying their mostly battered prisoners with them. A few of the Arusians were badly damaged, and one was actually missing most of its head, the occupant's brain now exposed and leaking out of the side as it continued away quickly.

Roughly half of the spiders quickly turned towards the demons following them and began to open fire, leaving some room for the Greal to breathe and move forward. The remaining eight quietly followed along the walls, launching hails of bullets at anything in their way.

When the civilians were still not being found, one of the spiders quickly slid over to the Greal Major, speaking to him in a mechanized voice as it continued to move beside him and his men, "No civilians... Could there be another city? The ships above the planet have not detected any signals or ships leaving..."

Almost immediately, the massive rust-colored suits were being pushed back by the sudden onslaught of black spiders, as a few of them were now missing entire arms, blood oozing from where it was once connected. Due to the extreme speed and movement of the suits, quite a few of the soldiers in the suits were already injured or dead, and when an arm was lopped off, the suit immediately grabbed it out of the air with its remaining arm and continued the fight. This wasn't working however, there were less than ten left, and they quickly leapt towards the ceilings and over the mass of mechanized black spiders. The Goliaths behind them immediately opened up with a hail of grenades and ammunition, but once the first row of spiders exploded, the second immediately rolled past and began to decimate them.

"Rrghrgh!" One of the Arusian's suddenly said, as it grabbed for one of the Zillar, throwing its sword into a nearby black spider as the ten foot tall machine quickly squeezed down on the demon's arms, crushing them, "Grgh... Rrrgh!" Then, like a hunter taking its prey, the machine tossed the helpless foe over its shoulders and began to charge for the exit.

The remaining Arusian Rippers quickly began to change tactics as well, and were not merely killing the demonic Zillar, but were attempting to take them alive. They remained close enough to their opponents protect themselves against the black spider's weaponry, and rushed away whenever one rolled too close to engage in melee. Within moments they were all heading towards the exits, carrying their mostly battered prisoners with them. A few of the Arusians were badly damaged, and one was actually missing most of its head, the occupant's brain now exposed and leaking out of the side as it continued away quickly.

Roughly half of the spiders quickly turned towards the demons following them and began to open fire, leaving some room for the Greal to breathe and move forward. The remaining eight quietly followed along the walls, launching hails of bullets at anything in their way.

When the civilians were still not being found, one of the spiders quickly slid over to the Greal Major, speaking to him in a mechanized voice as it continued to move beside him and his men, "No civilians... Could there be another city? The ships above the planet have not detected any signals or ships leaving..."

As the Arusian Ripper headed for the exit, the exit was gone! It was sealed by a Blast Door, but the Arusian Ripper had no time to blow it open, because four black balls came toward it, carrying swords, and aiming their blast guns at the Arusian. The Demon that was captured seemed to be dying after suffering from being crushed and a bullet wound in the "stomach". The Demons suddenly ran off to confront the major, and the black spiders now were the ones fighting.

"Maybe there is another city." said the major, he was worried this could be a trap, and the black spiders could overwhelm them. Suddenly as his squad and him were passing over a crossroads when they saw demons coming from each street toward them.

"Guys, surrounding positions." said the Major, and the squad formed a circle, aiming their weapons at the demons.

As the Arusian Ripper headed for the exit, the exit was gone! It was sealed by a Blast Door, but the Arusian Ripper had no time to blow it open, because four black balls came toward it, carrying swords, and aiming their blast guns at the Arusian. The Demon that was captured seemed to be dying after suffering from being crushed and a bullet wound in the "stomach". The Demons suddenly ran off to confront the major, and the black spiders now were the ones fighting.

"Maybe there is another city." said the major, he was worried this could be a trap, and the black spiders could overwhelm them. Suddenly as his squad and him were passing over a crossroads when they saw demons coming from each street toward them.

"Guys, surrounding positions." said the Major, and the squad formed a circle, aiming their weapons at the demons.

The Arusian seemed to almost shrug its shoulders, as it grabbed the dying demon and ripped it open, splattering its entrails everywhere as the massive machine charged into the orbs, stabbing into one of them repeatedly as the remaining orbs began to slash and stab at it, ripping it and its pilot to pieces. When the deed was done, nothing was left, and a nearby enforcement tank quickly launched a batch of plasma grenades at the door.

"We're locked in!!! This isn't looking good! We're not getting any more reinforcements like this!" A Goliath suddenly shouted as he noticed what was going on, as his soldiers began to move against the wall, where the mass of wall-clinging spiders helped to support them against the never-ending stream of opponents.

The remaining Arusians, with their more lively Zillar captives were also a bit dismayed as the sudden reappearance of the blast door, as they quickly rushed into the nearest civilian buildings to better defend themselves from attack. Getting at least one surviving Zillar to the surface was integral. One of the demons who was only suffering from a broken arm was suddenly injected with a nerve agent to cause him to pass out, though they were unsure if it would work on him.

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Argos suddenly stood up and began to curse, "I need some Greal soldiers over here, now!" He said in annoyance as he looked over at one, who was only standing about five feet away, "The blast door leading to the city is back up! Do you have any more torpedoes?! Our soldiers can't get anymore reinforcements in there!"

The Arusian seemed to almost shrug its shoulders, as it grabbed the dying demon and ripped it open, splattering its entrails everywhere as the massive machine charged into the orbs, stabbing into one of them repeatedly as the remaining orbs began to slash and stab at it, ripping it and its pilot to pieces. When the deed was done, nothing was left, and a nearby enforcement tank quickly launched a batch of plasma grenades at the door.

"We're locked in!!! This isn't looking good! We're not getting any more reinforcements like this!" A Goliath suddenly shouted as he noticed what was going on, as his soldiers began to move against the wall, where the mass of wall-clinging spiders helped to support them against the never-ending stream of opponents.

The remaining Arusians, with their more lively Zillar captives were also a bit dismayed as the sudden reappearance of the blast door, as they quickly rushed into the nearest civilian buildings to better defend themselves from attack. Getting at least one surviving Zillar to the surface was integral. One of the demons who was only suffering from a broken arm was suddenly injected with a nerve agent to cause him to pass out, though they were unsure if it would work on him.

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Argos suddenly stood up and began to curse, "I need some Greal soldiers over here, now!" He said in annoyance as he looked over at one, who was only standing about five feet away, "The blast door leading to the city is back up! Do you have any more torpedoes?! Our soldiers can't get anymore reinforcements in there!"

The black spiders attacked the houses, some of them simply entered by blasting the door open, or going through the windows. Greal troops were being torn apart by the wave of Black spiders, and there was nowhere to run. Demons were surrounding the major.

"There are no more torpedoes, we left them with the tanks at the surface, can you communicate with them?" asked the major, he had led 500 men into this battle, now there was only 134 men left. There were a few other colonels trying to regroup their men.

The black spiders attacked the houses, some of them simply entered by blasting the door open, or going through the windows. Greal troops were being torn apart by the wave of Black spiders, and there was nowhere to run. Demons were surrounding the major.

"There are no more torpedoes, we left them with the tanks at the surface, can you communicate with them?" asked the major, he had led 500 men into this battle, now there was only 134 men left. There were a few other colonels trying to regroup their men.

In the ensuing blasts, another Ripper was destroyed, taking the injured demon with it. The others continued moving, bashing through doors and windows as they attempted to outrun the black spiders behind them, having to duck through most of the rooms due to the ceilings. This wasn't looking very good for the Triumvirate's forces.

The small fuchikoma paused for a moment, as the other spiders quickly slide up the walls around the Greal soldiers, quickly camouflaging themselves. The remaining one, however, looked over at the Greal Major and then seemed to snap back to being alert, "Everything is being set up as we speak, but we'll need to push back towards the actual blast doors to get through when they're destroyed..."

The Triumvirate had already lost well over six hundred soldiers in the fighting, and two hundred more were now stuck inside the city, blasting away at the mass of demons and spiders now picking them off piece by piece. Their officers were slowly pushing them little by little away from the actual blast doors, in preparation for the torpedo which would soon be blasting through it. If any Greal soldiers were near the actual blast door still, they would be shouted at in the native tongue about what exactly was going on.

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Back on the surface, the colonists were already trying to get the higher ranking Greal soldiers to prepare another torpedo over what was going on, having been in contact with some of the soldiers still left within the massive underground city.

Anyone would probably be surprised at what they saw, the Zillar looked like a demon from the old myths. But except for that, the Zillar Admiral was carrying a "suitcase".

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The Deserted outpost was on fire, smoke came from several of the outpost's buildings. Surrounding the outpost was nothing but desert.

Alexander Yukov should have shown surprise, if he had come from an empire having only Humans as the dominant species. But that wasn't the case in the Federation, and as such he didn't express any emotion other than to look at the suitcase. He smiled briefly.

"I take it paper signings are in Order?" Alexander chuckled, obviously used to odd moments. "I am authorized to discuss treaties and such, and would be happy to extend the friendship of the Galactic Federation to you."

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From the landed Acclamator's came platoons of soldiers, both having Katarn-Class Commando Armor and the casual Phase II Clone Trooper Armor. A squad of them had went scouting ahead, seeing that there wasn't anything in sight expect for the burning Zillar outpost. One the Soldiers patted another with the Katarn armor on, having an antenna from the back-pack.

"Get a fire team out here," the squad leader said stiffly. The other responded quickly.

Within seconds an A6 Juggernaut came rolling by, followed later by an AT-TE with a protective squad of soldiers. The A6 had been modified for fire control prior to landing, assuming that the smoke had been the cause of flame. It stopped within feet of the outpost, now on desert, and started using the melted ice stored away in its reserves to begin pouring water on the flames. The AT-TE began scouting the area with the squad providing support, and a Soldier with Yellow painted on the Phase II Armor looked around at how rapidly the ice had changed to desert. He looked back at a few soldiers, obviously the General of the detachment.

"What do you think caused this?"

One of them, having blue stripped on his Katarn-Class armor, shrugged. "Perhaps a weapon of some sort, I'm not sure."

The General nodded, "Get an investigative team out here, I want to know if the same thing will happen to us."

In the ensuing blasts, another Ripper was destroyed, taking the injured demon with it. The others continued moving, bashing through doors and windows as they attempted to outrun the black spiders behind them, having to duck through most of the rooms due to the ceilings. This wasn't looking very good for the Triumvirate's forces.

The small fuchikoma paused for a moment, as the other spiders quickly slide up the walls around the Greal soldiers, quickly camouflaging themselves. The remaining one, however, looked over at the Greal Major and then seemed to snap back to being alert, "Everything is being set up as we speak, but we'll need to push back towards the actual blast doors to get through when they're destroyed..."

The Triumvirate had already lost well over six hundred soldiers in the fighting, and two hundred more were now stuck inside the city, blasting away at the mass of demons and spiders now picking them off piece by piece. Their officers were slowly pushing them little by little away from the actual blast doors, in preparation for the torpedo which would soon be blasting through it. If any Greal soldiers were near the actual blast door still, they would be shouted at in the native tongue about what exactly was going on.

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Back on the surface, the colonists were already trying to get the higher ranking Greal soldiers to prepare another torpedo over what was going on, having been in contact with some of the soldiers still left within the massive underground city.

Greal troops fought desperately, when they ran out of ammunition, they grabbed swords and started fighting the demons. Black spiders were everywhere, surrounding the mass of men.

Hundreds of black spiders arrived to add a fresh wave of reinforcements, it wouldn't be long until the Zillars win this.

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Colonel Regul quickly arrived at the blast doors with fresh men numbering 2,000 troops. he quickly ordered a torpedo up for blasting apart of blast door.

Alexander Yukov should have shown surprise, if he had come from an empire having only Humans as the dominant species. But that wasn't the case in the Federation, and as such he didn't express any emotion other than to look at the suitcase. He smiled briefly.

"I take it paper signings are in Order?" Alexander chuckled, obviously used to odd moments. "I am authorized to discuss treaties and such, and would be happy to extend the friendship of the Galactic Federation to you."

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From the landed Acclamator's came platoons of soldiers, both having Katarn-Class Commando Armor and the casual Phase II Clone Trooper Armor. A squad of them had went scouting ahead, seeing that there wasn't anything in sight expect for the burning Zillar outpost. One the Soldiers patted another with the Katarn armor on, having an antenna from the back-pack.

"Get a fire team out here," the squad leader said stiffly. The other responded quickly.

Within seconds an A6 Juggernaut came rolling by, followed later by an AT-TE with a protective squad of soldiers. The A6 had been modified for fire control prior to landing, assuming that the smoke had been the cause of flame. It stopped within feet of the outpost, now on desert, and started using the melted ice stored away in its reserves to begin pouring water on the flames. The AT-TE began scouting the area with the squad providing support, and a Soldier with Yellow painted on the Phase II Armor looked around at how rapidly the ice had changed to desert. He looked back at a few soldiers, obviously the General of the detachment.

"What do you think caused this?"

One of them, having blue stripped on his Katarn-Class armor, shrugged. "Perhaps a weapon of some sort, I'm not sure."

The General nodded, "Get an investigative team out here, I want to know if the same thing will happen to us."

The Zillar admiral nodded,"I have been authorized to make treaties with your Federation.

"Is there somewhere else we can discuss this?"

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The fire finally stopped, but it had consumed5 of the outpost's 11 buildings. Dead Zillars were everywhere on the ground, their heads chopped off and missing.

Greal troops fought desperately, when they ran out of ammunition, they grabbed swords and started fighting the demons. Black spiders were everywhere, surrounding the mass of men.

Hundreds of black spiders arrived to add a fresh wave of reinforcements, it wouldn't be long until the Zillars win this.

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Colonel Regul quickly arrived at the blast doors with fresh men numbering 2,000 troops. he quickly ordered a torpedo up for blasting apart of blast door.

By this point, hope had run out for most of the soldiers, even though their suits still had high battery lives left to them, the Goliaths were all out of plasma grenades, meaning that against the black spiders they were next to useless. The Enforcement Tanks were now scattered, most of them unable to move with their pilots stuck inside. Almost all of them were near these wrecked machines, using them to hide behind as they continued the senseless fight.

By this point, there was only a single Arusian Ripper left, having used a large group of Goliaths to help shield it and its captive as it occasionally flung a small collection of swords (that it managed to apprehend from the numerous corpses) into anything approaching.

Of all the weaponry left, the wall-climbing stealth Fuchikomas were almost on equal number with the Goliaths, even though there were originally only a fourth of their number present. Though most of them were out of ammunition, and could now only attempt to dodge the occasional blast while awaiting their own destruction, or the off-chance of the blast door coming loose.

The small spider tanks that had accompanied the Greal major had already begun firing the last of their ammunition along the pathway behind them, leading back to the massive blast-door. Whether or not this would allow them to get there in time remained to be seen.

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Behind Regul's men were another branch of thirty Arusian Rippers alongside nearly one thousand Goliaths and a group of sixty Standard Enforcement Tanks behind them. Their goal was to quickly save any survivors before making a break for the exit and preparing for a retaliatory strike using a small unmarked transport just outside of the tunnel itself, surrounded by automated Arusian Rippers and fuchikomas.

The Zillar admiral nodded,"I have been authorized to make treaties with your Federation.

"Is there somewhere else we can discuss this?"

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The fire finally stopped, but it had consumed5 of the outpost's 11 buildings. Dead Zillars were everywhere on the ground, their heads chopped off and missing.

Alexander motioned for the Essex's bay. "We can discuss there, I already have a table set up just in case."

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The troops looked baffeled, some showing signs of nervousness. The way these bodies had been treated was horrible. A squadron went over to make sure the bodies were dead, as if they weren't. Standard procedure, some called it. One by one, the bodies were ceramonially gathered onto an LAAT Gunship, and transported in an area miles away. There, soldiers began to bury them, with honors and salutes.

Back at the outpost, a general wearing Phase II Clone Trooper armor, and another wearing Katarn-Class Commando Armor, looked around at the scene. The A6 Juggernaut was being configured for transport now, Gunships flying to and fro the Accalamator's beginning to transport troops and supplies. The AT-TE was still patrolling the perimeter, and squadrons of Grand Army soldiers in various styles of armor were still inspecting what remained of the buildings. A few squadrons inspecting the intact buildings, going in in Military fashion carrying various Blaster Rifles.

An AAT-1 hovercraft Tank came through, providing cover. Two GAT's followed, aiming their blaster cannons to ensure the safety of the troops.

By this point, hope had run out for most of the soldiers, even though their suits still had high battery lives left to them, the Goliaths were all out of plasma grenades, meaning that against the black spiders they were next to useless. The Enforcement Tanks were now scattered, most of them unable to move with their pilots stuck inside. Almost all of them were near these wrecked machines, using them to hide behind as they continued the senseless fight.

By this point, there was only a single Arusian Ripper left, having used a large group of Goliaths to help shield it and its captive as it occasionally flung a small collection of swords (that it managed to apprehend from the numerous corpses) into anything approaching.

Of all the weaponry left, the wall-climbing stealth Fuchikomas were almost on equal number with the Goliaths, even though there were originally only a fourth of their number present. Though most of them were out of ammunition, and could now only attempt to dodge the occasional blast while awaiting their own destruction, or the off-chance of the blast door coming loose.

The small spider tanks that had accompanied the Greal major had already begun firing the last of their ammunition along the pathway behind them, leading back to the massive blast-door. Whether or not this would allow them to get there in time remained to be seen.

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Behind Regul's men were another branch of thirty Arusian Rippers alongside nearly one thousand Goliaths and a group of sixty Standard Enforcement Tanks behind them. Their goal was to quickly save any survivors before making a break for the exit and preparing for a retaliatory strike using a small unmarked transport just outside of the tunnel itself, surrounded by automated Arusian Rippers and fuchikomas.

Greal troops were out of fuel cells to power their laser pistols, now they were down to using their plasma rifles which were expensive and used up energy. Black spiders blasted the house they were in over and over.

Suddenly there was an explosion.

The Greal troops poured out of the blast door that was blasted open by the torpedo, not the black spiders were retreating in the face of the massive formations. The black spiders were gone, and the dead demons remained.

Alexander motioned for the Essex's bay. "We can discuss there, I already have a table set up just in case."

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The troops looked baffeled, some showing signs of nervousness. The way these bodies had been treated was horrible. A squadron went over to make sure the bodies were dead, as if they weren't. Standard procedure, some called it. One by one, the bodies were ceramonially gathered onto an LAAT Gunship, and transported in an area miles away. There, soldiers began to bury them, with honors and salutes.

Back at the outpost, a general wearing Phase II Clone Trooper armor, and another wearing Katarn-Class Commando Armor, looked around at the scene. The A6 Juggernaut was being configured for transport now, Gunships flying to and fro the Accalamator's beginning to transport troops and supplies. The AT-TE was still patrolling the perimeter, and squadrons of Grand Army soldiers in various styles of armor were still inspecting what remained of the buildings. A few squadrons inspecting the intact buildings, going in in Military fashion carrying various Blaster Rifles.

An AAT-1 hovercraft Tank came through, providing cover. Two GAT's followed, aiming their blaster cannons to ensure the safety of the troops.

The Zillar admiral followed Alexander to the bay, he still held his "suitcase" with him.

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The buildings were made excellently, but they were burned easily by the "attack".

There was a noise coming from one of the buildings, the sounds of a dying Zillar.

The Zillar admiral followed Alexander to the bay, he still held his "suitcase" with him.

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The buildings were made excellently, but they were burned easily by the "attack".

There was a noise coming from one of the buildings, the sounds of a dying Zillar.

Alexander led the Admiral to the landing bay, showing him where the starfighters were stored, how they were normally launched, and any other tidbit of information that seemed useful. After a short walk across the metallic deck, a table came into view. It was near the wall to be comfortable, and the air was warm, and quite pleasing at 62 degrees. He sat on one side, for it only had two chairs, and motioned for the admiral to do the same.

"Nice and easy," he said with a chuckle. "We carrier captains like everything simple." He grabbed his PAD, a device that looked like a portable organizer, and started playing with the touchscreen. This would be his link to the Galactic Federation for official diplomatic business. "So," Alexander Yukov said while scrolling across the diplomatic pages on his PAD, "what can we discuss?"

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The General in Katarn-Class Commando Armor signaled for a squad to follow him to where he swore he heard something dying. He grabbed his blaster rifle, leaving his companion General behind to take care of the clean-up. Going towards the building he heard it from, he went flat, or as flat as you could with the Katarn supply backpack, and then knocked the door wide open. He positioned his blaster against his shoulder, scanned the room as the rest of the squad entered with a Medic. The Medic instantly seeing the dying Zillar and going towards it.

"We got a live one," said General Douglas to the medic in question. "Get him stable!"

The medic was retrieving the most advanced medical supplies in the Galactic Federation, pushing what looked like some kind of version of a hypo spray into the Zillar's neck to stabilize his condition. The medic was wearing Katarn-Class Commando Armor as well, so his backpack was used to store medical equipment and supplies. Most medics preferred this armor over the Phase II Trooper armor just because of the added storage. The Medic had Blue markings, while General Douglas whom walked over to inspect the survivor had yellow. He patted the Medic on the armored shoulder and went back to inspecting for more survivors.

The Zillar had to survive, it was the only way to find out what happened here. So long as the Medic stayed by his side and supplied small doses of regen, things would improve and the Medic could finally move the poor bastard.

As they entered the space around the new planet they discovered, the captain ordered his 2 Light Carriers, 5 Light Destroyers and 1 Slip Stream Cruiser to head toward the moon. He wanted them to start setting up a base there for security, research and relay station.

"How far behind is the troop transports, Commander?" asked the captain.

"Well when I got the message from them earlier, they were about 4 hours behind us, sir."

"Very well. I want to make sure Lt. Karmer has the complex nearly done by the time they arrive. And have we heard anything from our neighbors in this sector?(a sector can include serveral systems in Earabian society)" asked the captain.

"No sir."

"Keep trying, and ask research to come up with other alternatives to communicating with our neighbors, maybe its a language issue."

"Yessir."

Alexander led the Admiral to the landing bay, showing him where the starfighters were stored, how they were normally launched, and any other tidbit of information that seemed useful. After a short walk across the metallic deck, a table came into view. It was near the wall to be comfortable, and the air was warm, and quite pleasing at 62 degrees. He sat on one side, for it only had two chairs, and motioned for the admiral to do the same.

"Nice and easy," he said with a chuckle. "We carrier captains like everything simple." He grabbed his PAD, a device that looked like a portable organizer, and started playing with the touchscreen. This would be his link to the Galactic Federation for official diplomatic business. "So," Alexander Yukov said while scrolling across the diplomatic pages on his PAD, "what can we discuss?"

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The General in Katarn-Class Commando Armor signaled for a squad to follow him to where he swore he heard something dying. He grabbed his blaster rifle, leaving his companion General behind to take care of the clean-up. Going towards the building he heard it from, he went flat, or as flat as you could with the Katarn supply backpack, and then knocked the door wide open. He positioned his blaster against his shoulder, scanned the room as the rest of the squad entered with a Medic. The Medic instantly seeing the dying Zillar and going towards it.

"We got a live one," said General Douglas to the medic in question. "Get him stable!"

The medic was retrieving the most advanced medical supplies in the Galactic Federation, pushing what looked like some kind of version of a hypo spray into the Zillar's neck to stabilize his condition. The medic was wearing Katarn-Class Commando Armor as well, so his backpack was used to store medical equipment and supplies. Most medics preferred this armor over the Phase II Trooper armor just because of the added storage. The Medic had Blue markings, while General Douglas whom walked over to inspect the survivor had yellow. He patted the Medic on the armored shoulder and went back to inspecting for more survivors.

The Zillar had to survive, it was the only way to find out what happened here. So long as the Medic stayed by his side and supplied small doses of regen, things would improve and the Medic could finally move the poor bastard.

"First off, we wish to establish a non-agression pact and sign trade agreements with your Federation. We have plenty of resources that are useless to us."

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The dying Zillar had lost a lot of blood, the blood, surprisely, was dark red. He screamed over and over from the pain, he looked pretty badly cut.

"First off, we wish to establish a non-agression pact and sign trade agreements with your Federation. We have plenty of resources that are useless to us."

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The dying Zillar had lost a lot of blood, the blood, surprisely, was dark red. He screamed over and over from the pain, he looked pretty badly cut.

"Agreed," Alexander said. "I believe we can do that."

At his agreement, another uniformed crew member came with a folder. In it were old-fashioned papers, diplomatic and otherwise. Alexander casually looked through them, satisfied, and looked at the Zillar Admiral. The obvious Aide to the Captain stood at the side, standing at-ease and paying the two no attention. Alexander spread the papers across the table, a pen at his side. Either he was expecting this, or Anagonian ships were made ready for First Contact.

"Trade Agreements and the Non-Aggression Pact can be signed and approved by both of us, and ratified by the Federation Congress." He grinned, "Our politics doesn't take weeks to get through."

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General Douglas saw the obvious pain the Zillar was in. He signaled for the medic to do the extreme, and grabbed a hypo of Regen. He immediately placed it on the Zillars neck, the Regen would spread through his body and heal the wounds so long as biology was at least similar to the seven different races that comprised the Federation. The Medic began to patch him up, and called for transport.

WHat seemed like seconds later, General Douglas and the Medic ferried the Zillar to a waiting LAAT, then transported the them to the Atlantis where the medical facilities would provide adequate healing. The Medic and Douglas ferried the Zillar again through the ship, to the medical bay, and onto a REGEN table. There, what happened with the Seal like creature was repeated. regen filled a tank where the Zillar could still breathe and talk, and whatever wounds were there were to be healed. Hopefully. And Hopefully the regen would replace the blood lost.

"Agreed," Alexander said. "I believe we can do that."

At his agreement, another uniformed crew member came with a folder. In it were old-fashioned papers, diplomatic and otherwise. Alexander casually looked through them, satisfied, and looked at the Zillar Admiral. The obvious Aide to the Captain stood at the side, standing at-ease and paying the two no attention. Alexander spread the papers across the table, a pen at his side. Either he was expecting this, or Anagonian ships were made ready for First Contact.

"Trade Agreements and the Non-Aggression Pact can be signed and approved by both of us, and ratified by the Federation Congress." He grinned, "Our politics doesn't take weeks to get through."

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General Douglas saw the obvious pain the Zillar was in. He signaled for the medic to do the extreme, and grabbed a hypo of Regen. He immediately placed it on the Zillars neck, the Regen would spread through his body and heal the wounds so long as biology was at least similar to the seven different races that comprised the Federation. The Medic began to patch him up, and called for transport.

WHat seemed like seconds later, General Douglas and the Medic ferried the Zillar to a waiting LAAT, then transported the them to the Atlantis where the medical facilities would provide adequate healing. The Medic and Douglas ferried the Zillar again through the ship, to the medical bay, and onto a REGEN table. There, what happened with the Seal like creature was repeated. regen filled a tank where the Zillar could still breathe and talk, and whatever wounds were there were to be healed. Hopefully. And Hopefully the regen would replace the blood lost.

"Good, same with us, our treaties can be approved by me, since I'm the President's representative here in this sector.

Now, does youyr nation terraform planets?"

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Inside the rest of the buildings were more bodies, with horrfying cuts and slashes on them.

The Zillar regained some strength from the regen, even though he still was bleeding, his blood was bing replaced. Soon, he might be able to tell them what happened.

"Good, same with us, our treaties can be approved by me, since I'm the President's representative here in this sector.

Now, does youyr nation terraform planets?"

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Inside the rest of the buildings were more bodies, with horrfying cuts and slashes on them.

The Zillar regained some strength from the regen, even though he still was bleeding, his blood was bing replaced. Soon, he might be able to tell them what happened.

Alexander nodded, "Yes. We have a Genesis device, or old fashion methods, to terraform planets to our liking."

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The Medic, and a group of ships doctors, worked frantically to stabilize the Zillar. Soon, he would awaken, and General Douglas couldn't wait to find out what fun he had got into.

Alexander nodded, "Yes. We have a Genesis device, or old fashion methods, to terraform planets to our liking."

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The Medic, and a group of ships doctors, worked frantically to stabilize the Zillar. Soon, he would awaken, and General Douglas couldn't wait to find out what fun he had got into.

"I see, we have plenty of planets to terraform, and we wonder if you can do it. We can offer military secrets.


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The Zillar, as he awoke, was surprised to find himself on a ship, he was speaking in several languages until he found the right one.

"Where am I?"

"I see, we have plenty of planets to terraform, and we wonder if you can do it. We can offer military secrets.


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The Zillar, as he awoke, was surprised to find himself on a ship, he was speaking in several languages until he found the right one.

"Where am I?"

"We already have plenty of those," Alexander chuckled. He nodded, "But we can freely give that information to you."

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General Douglas took off his Katarn-Class Commando helmet, revealing an aged human face. He nodded towards the Zillar. "I'm General Arthur Douglas of the Grand Army of the Galactic Federation. We rescued you from that outposts, everyone else was found dead." He sighed, looked down, then back at the Zillar. "What happened?"

"We already have plenty of those," Alexander chuckled. He nodded, "But we can freely give that information to you."

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General Douglas took off his Katarn-Class Commando helmet, revealing an aged human face. He nodded towards the Zillar. "I'm General Arthur Douglas of the Grand Army of the Galactic Federation. We rescued you from that outposts, everyone else was found dead." He sighed, looked down, then back at the Zillar. "What happened?"

"I see, what about a "military trading agreement"? We could sell each other military secrest, right now we are short on money and will need to sell something."

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The Zillar looked nat the human for a couple of seconds, he had never seen anything like it, then he spoke.

"It was one morning....I heard screams...coming from the gate. I grabbed my battle gear... and came outside...with my comrades.......something big and black I think.....grabbed me..........and cut me until........it thought I was dead....I clawed....back to the main building after....it was gone...and I sent... a message to the Zillar Republic about the........massacre, then I don't remember a thing. I was bleeding badly."

"I see, what about a "military trading agreement"? We could sell each other military secrest, right now we are short on money and will need to sell something."

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The Zillar looked nat the human for a couple of seconds, he had never seen anything like it, then he spoke.

"It was one morning....I heard screams...coming from the gate. I grabbed my battle gear... and came outside...with my comrades.......something big and black I think.....grabbed me..........and cut me until........it thought I was dead....I clawed....back to the main building after....it was gone...and I sent... a message to the Zillar Republic about the........massacre, then I don't remember a thing. I was bleeding badly."

Alexander shrugged, "I could have that in writing by tonight and send it off to the Congress. But your diving into weaponry of unimaginable power, perhaps." He looked up to the Zillar, he had been copying the transcript of the conversation for diplomatic reasons. He sighed, "I can do it, and I suppose those Starfleet guy's would have a field day researching alien technology."

He heard a chirping sound, and looked at his PAD more intently. He pressed a few buttons on the screen, and placed it to his ear like a phone. After a few moments, he nodded, and ended whatever call there was. He looked at the Zillar.

"I am authorized to inform you that we have a survivor in stable condition on board one of our Grand Army ships," he motioned towards the Main Planet as if it was only a few blocks away. "We found him at the outpost."

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The Leader in Douglas kicked in as he saw how pitiful the Zillar was. "Your alright now, son. Just rest. We'll get you back to your people."

Arthur Douglas placed back on his Katarn helmet, and held his blaster rifle firmly. He passed a few squads on his way out, but otherwise didn't say a word. He took the LAAT back to the outpost, where he found his companion General in Phase II Armor. They had a short conversation about what the Zillar had said, and came to a unanimous conclusion. Military patrols were to be heightened, whatever did this found and questioned if sentient.

A few short minutes later, more AT-TE's patrolled the perimeter, more squads ran about with tank support, and more LAAT Gunships flew past and around to search. If it was still here, they would find it.

Back at the Atlantis, the Medic kept his Katarn helmet on, but continued to stay by the Zillar. Doctors went around and about making sure the Zillar was fine. The Medic just sat there, on a stool provided, and monitored the recovery process.

"Do you remember anything else," asked the Medic to the Zillar, trying to keep conversation open.

Alexander shrugged, "I could have that in writing by tonight and send it off to the Congress. But your diving into weaponry of unimaginable power, perhaps." He looked up to the Zillar, he had been copying the transcript of the conversation for diplomatic reasons. He sighed, "I can do it, and I suppose those Starfleet guy's would have a field day researching alien technology."

He heard a chirping sound, and looked at his PAD more intently. He pressed a few buttons on the screen, and placed it to his ear like a phone. After a few moments, he nodded, and ended whatever call there was. He looked at the Zillar.

"I am authorized to inform you that we have a survivor in stable condition on board one of our Grand Army ships," he motioned towards the Main Planet as if it was only a few blocks away. "We found him at the outpost."

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The Leader in Douglas kicked in as he saw how pitiful the Zillar was. "Your alright now, son. Just rest. We'll get you back to your people."

Arthur Douglas placed back on his Katarn helmet, and held his blaster rifle firmly. He passed a few squads on his way out, but otherwise didn't say a word. He took the LAAT back to the outpost, where he found his companion General in Phase II Armor. They had a short conversation about what the Zillar had said, and came to a unanimous conclusion. Military patrols were to be heightened, whatever did this found and questioned if sentient.

A few short minutes later, more AT-TE's patrolled the perimeter, more squads ran about with tank support, and more LAAT Gunships flew past and around to search. If it was still here, they would find it.

Back at the Atlantis, the Medic kept his Katarn helmet on, but continued to stay by the Zillar. Doctors went around and about making sure the Zillar was fine. The Medic just sat there, on a stool provided, and monitored the recovery process.

"Do you remember anything else," asked the Medic to the Zillar, trying to keep conversation open.

"You have found a survivor? He is lucky, the whole garrison was slaughtered. I would like to talk with him after your men are done."

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"I....do remember the thing ran toward the hills of the Northern Continent. It moved very fast"

Greal troops were out of fuel cells to power their laser pistols, now they were down to using their plasma rifles which were expensive and used up energy. Black spiders blasted the house they were in over and over.

Suddenly there was an explosion.

The Greal troops poured out of the blast door that was blasted open by the torpedo, not the black spiders were retreating in the face of the massive formations. The black spiders were gone, and the dead demons remained.

As the black spiders began to retreat, the Triumvirate's forces quickly opened fire, attempting to take out as many as they could while staying towards the entrance. A few medics quickly rushed over to the few wounded soldiers, most being dead, and helping them out of their various battle-suits and tanks as they slowly moved forward, still within distance of the doors.

As soon as everything was clear, Argos appeared in the entrance to the city along with Ambassador Obsidian, who had a displeased look on his face as he grabbed one of the dead demons by the neck and lifted it so that he could get a look at the creature more closely, before tossing it aside. He then whispered something to Argos, as a large hovering transport defended by the machines from outside appeared on the other side of the blast doors.

"Alright soldiers, fall back! Someone tell the Greal that we've seen enough of this city. It looks as if none of the civilians are even here any more!" The Ambassador said as he waved a gloved hand in the air, "We're going to drive this transport into the center of the city and just destroy the entire place! Its not that close to the actual landing zone, so there should be no problems, any questions?!"

As the black spiders began to retreat, the Triumvirate's forces quickly opened fire, attempting to take out as many as they could while staying towards the entrance. A few medics quickly rushed over to the few wounded soldiers, most being dead, and helping them out of their various battle-suits and tanks as they slowly moved forward, still within distance of the doors.

As soon as everything was clear, Argos appeared in the entrance to the city along with Ambassador Obsidian, who had a displeased look on his face as he grabbed one of the dead demons by the neck and lifted it so that he could get a look at the creature more closely, before tossing it aside. He then whispered something to Argos, as a large hovering transport defended by the machines from outside appeared on the other side of the blast doors.

"Alright soldiers, fall back! Someone tell the Greal that we've seen enough of this city. It looks as if none of the civilians are even here any more!" The Ambassador said as he waved a gloved hand in the air, "We're going to drive this transport into the center of the city and just destroy the entire place! Its not that close to the actual landing zone, so there should be no problems, any questions?!"

Major Rhellos was glad to be aliove, and glad to see 2,000 Greal troops pour into the city guarding the preimeter. Greal tanks and Light Tanks poured into the city, formiong a convoy, but thewy waited for the AT-XTs (See my factbook) to be brought up. The city was now noisy, while medics looked for wounded, there were not many.

"I think there is another city nearby!." said the Commander of the Greal forces.

Major Rhellos was glad to be aliove, and glad to see 2,000 Greal troops pour into the city guarding the preimeter. Greal tanks and Light Tanks poured into the city, formiong a convoy, but thewy waited for the AT-XTs (See my factbook) to be brought up. The city was now noisy, while medics looked for wounded, there were not many.

"I think there is another city nearby!." said the Commander of the Greal forces.

The Ambassador turned to look over at the Greal commander, as a strange glint appeared in his eyes, "Are they both connected? This seems like it might just be another trap, Sir. I've got this reactor ready to be sent in and take out a city, but if you have some idea on where this city is, without me risking too many more of our equipment in another battle, I'm more than happy to hear it! Leaving even one of these Zillar alive is just going to interrupt construction of the colony anyways!"

Argos simply stood there, his mind still concentrating on control of the centipedes, still moving down the city's streets, attempting to remain unseen. He was somewhat aware of what was being said, but his mind wandered when he heard what the Greal Commander shouted. Hmm... Lets see this city for ourselves...

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Meanwhile, the entire colony was already being built along the surface, as massive digging crews and large unmarked boxes the size of trucks were being placed in large piles, with words in some unknown language written along the sides. In the center of the plain was now a massive hole nearly a dozen stories deep, as large spider-like machinery was fast at work creating a reinforced steel framework. With the Zillar somewhat distracted by the soldiers underground, the colonists were able to pool their resources and finally begin to get things done.

By now, the digging probes from before had gone more than a mile, and chance had chosen poorly for them, as they had run into nothing of any importance, and were now slowly coming back to the surface. They would keep their sensory equipment primed for a few days, before salvage crews would go around to collect them.

The Ambassador turned to look over at the Greal commander, as a strange glint appeared in his eyes, "Are they both connected? This seems like it might just be another trap, Sir. I've got this reactor ready to be sent in and take out a city, but if you have some idea on where this city is, without me risking too many more of our equipment in another battle, I'm more than happy to hear it! Leaving even one of these Zillar alive is just going to interrupt construction of the colony anyways!"

Argos simply stood there, his mind still concentrating on control of the centipedes, still moving down the city's streets, attempting to remain unseen. He was somewhat aware of what was being said, but his mind wandered when he heard what the Greal Commander shouted. Hmm... Lets see this city for ourselves...

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Meanwhile, the entire colony was already being built along the surface, as massive digging crews and large unmarked boxes the size of trucks were being placed in large piles, with words in some unknown language written along the sides. In the center of the plain was now a massive hole nearly a dozen stories deep, as large spider-like machinery was fast at work creating a reinforced steel framework. With the Zillar somewhat distracted by the soldiers underground, the colonists were able to pool their resources and finally begin to get things done.

By now, the digging probes from before had gone more than a mile, and chance had chosen poorly for them, as they had run into nothing of any importance, and were now slowly coming back to the surface. They would keep their sensory equipment primed for a few days, before salvage crews would go around to collect them.

The new Greal troops coming in looked in awe at the city, they were shocked at how big it was, at least 10 square miles, They had to be sure it was empty before digging again, but Greal engineers were already digging through the ground again moving their digging machines, not deeper, but to the side from the city.

"You have found a survivor? He is lucky, the whole garrison was slaughtered. I would like to talk with him after your men are done."

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"I....do remember the thing ran toward the hills of the Northern Continent. It moved very fast"

Alexander nodded, "Of course, Admiral. Were just using a Regen tank to heal his wounds." He frowned, "He was in bad shape." Looking back at his PAD now, "Anyway, I believe Command has approved of a technological transfer, and anything else the Zillar Republic desires. We would enjoy closer relations it seems."

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The medic nodded, "Well don't worry. We've got the best of the best looking for these creatures." He looked at the readings on the Regen tank, "Your healing up nicely, and I've gotten word that a Admiral of the Zillar Republic wants to see you." He looked at the Zillar as if making sure that was acceptable, "When your healed up of course."

Alexander nodded, "Of course, Admiral. Were just using a Regen tank to heal his wounds." He frowned, "He was in bad shape." Looking back at his PAD now, "Anyway, I believe Command has approved of a technological transfer, and anything else the Zillar Republic desires. We would enjoy closer relations it seems."

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The medic nodded, "Well don't worry. We've got the best of the best looking for these creatures." He looked at the readings on the Regen tank, "Your healing up nicely, and I've gotten word that a Admiral of the Zillar Republic wants to see you." He looked at the Zillar as if making sure that was acceptable, "When your healed up of course."

"Now, we have many unique ground units, including our Black Ball, X13. We can sell you our producton plans for these."

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The Zillar was surprised to hear that the admiral was on board the ship, but he continued talking.

"The best of the best wouldn't do much good.... it broke through our defense undetected."

The new Greal troops coming in looked in awe at the city, they were shocked at how big it was, at least 10 square miles, They had to be sure it was empty before digging again, but Greal engineers were already digging through the ground again moving their digging machines, not deeper, but to the side from the city.

The mining colonists were eventually sent down as well, to assist with the effort, as military stealth fuchikomas began to traverse through the city in search of any signs of the retreating soldiers from before. There was probably another way out, or the orbs were instead preparing for another attack. A few of them were moving across the massive ceiling as well, swinging around and looking for any signs of the enemy units. Coupled with this were a few science officers, taking the corpses back to the surface to be examined.

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Meanwhile, on the surface, the construction of the city continued, as replacements for the dead soldiers were quickly being armed and sent back into the massive tunnel, as the rest began to establish what appeared to be a crude razor-wire fence around the entire colonial area. It would take some time to actually complete, but the wire would keep most of the animals away, especially once the electricity was turned on.

The mining colonists were eventually sent down as well, to assist with the effort, as military stealth fuchikomas began to traverse through the city in search of any signs of the retreating soldiers from before. There was probably another way out, or the orbs were instead preparing for another attack. A few of them were moving across the massive ceiling as well, swinging around and looking for any signs of the enemy units. Coupled with this were a few science officers, taking the corpses back to the surface to be examined.

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Meanwhile, on the surface, the construction of the city continued, as replacements for the dead soldiers were quickly being armed and sent back into the massive tunnel, as the rest began to establish what appeared to be a crude razor-wire fence around the entire colonial area. It would take some time to actually complete, but the wire would keep most of the animals away, especially once the electricity was turned on.

"We've found a tunnel!." shouted the commander of the Greal forces. Indeed they had, the tunnel was very wide, wide enough for one of Greal's big tanks to move through. Hundreds of Greal troops,a rmed, poured into the tunnel, looking for any enemy.

"We've found a tunnel!." shouted the commander of the Greal forces. Indeed they had, the tunnel was very wide, wide enough for one of Greal's big tanks to move through. Hundreds of Greal troops,a rmed, poured into the tunnel, looking for any enemy.

"Sir?" The Colonial leader asked inquisitively, as he looked over to the ambassador, "Should our men go as well?"

There was a brief silence as the ambassador watched the massive Greal tanks go down into the pit, before shaking his head, "Send some of the tanks and Rippers, but I want the Goliaths to start breaking this city apart for salvaging. Any valuables or oddities are to be brought over to the scientists."

Argos nodded and shut quickly walked over to an Enforcement tank, plugging the cord coming out of his neck into a panel along the leg. Within moments, the large Enforcement tanks began to follow at the tail of the Greal soldiers, supported by essentially invisibly stealth fuchikomas and the large, rust-red rippers. In rows of two, the tanks went in, eventually split by groups of fuchikomas and Rippers.

While this was going on, the Goliaths quickly primed themselves and began to literally tear the buildings apart, sometimes smacking at it, as their normal strength was risen to almost fifteen times that as a normal Catherai soldier. Before this happened, anything of value was quickly taken out by unsuited military workers and general laborers and brought to a small tent that was being set up for the examination of artifacts. Whenever a building would not come down, the Goliaths would use super-heated acids along the building's joints to loosen them up a bit. Though buildings occasionally fell on top of a Goliath or two, they were more than capable of eventually getting out of the rubble and continuing their work.

"Sir?" The Colonial leader asked inquisitively, as he looked over to the ambassador, "Should our men go as well?"

There was a brief silence as the ambassador watched the massive Greal tanks go down into the pit, before shaking his head, "Send some of the tanks and Rippers, but I want the Goliaths to start breaking this city apart for salvaging. Any valuables or oddities are to be brought over to the scientists."

Argos nodded and shut quickly walked over to an Enforcement tank, plugging the cord coming out of his neck into a panel along the leg. Within moments, the large Enforcement tanks began to follow at the tail of the Greal soldiers, supported by essentially invisibly stealth fuchikomas and the large, rust-red rippers. In rows of two, the tanks went in, eventually split by groups of fuchikomas and Rippers.

While this was going on, the Goliaths quickly primed themselves and began to literally tear the buildings apart, sometimes smacking at it, as their normal strength was risen to almost fifteen times that as a normal Catherai soldier. Before this happened, anything of value was quickly taken out by unsuited military workers and general laborers and brought to a small tent that was being set up for the examination of artifacts. Whenever a building would not come down, the Goliaths would use super-heated acids along the building's joints to loosen them up a bit. Though buildings occasionally fell on top of a Goliath or two, they were more than capable of eventually getting out of the rubble and continuing their work.

Nothing much were in the houses, there was a unusual TV sets, and there were a few Zillar cars, shaped like modern cars parked around. But all the parts used for driving the Zillar cars were gone. they were taken out.

Greal troops, lining the walls moved slowly and aimed their big guns at anything that alarmed them. They brought torpedoes with them to blow apart a door if needed.

Nothing much were in the houses, there was a unusual TV sets, and there were a few Zillar cars, shaped like modern cars parked around. But all the parts used for driving the Zillar cars were gone. they were taken out.

Greal troops, lining the walls moved slowly and aimed their big guns at anything that alarmed them. They brought torpedoes with them to blow apart a door if needed.

The civilian vehicles were almost unbelievably primitive looking, but the metals they were built of, along with those of the other odd devices that were mainly made of metal could be salvaged and used for reconstruction. Though once it was discovered that their civilian technology was so inferior to their normal technology a few of the Goliaths attempted to turn on one of the televisions, before more and more of the city was smashed to pieces and slowly pulled into massive piles.

Back down the tunnel, the Triumvirate Forces kept their wits about them as they kept to the back rank of the Greal soldiers. Two Rippers each were beside the torpedoes as well, just in case they were targeted.

The civilian vehicles were almost unbelievably primitive looking, but the metals they were built of, along with those of the other odd devices that were mainly made of metal could be salvaged and used for reconstruction. Though once it was discovered that their civilian technology was so inferior to their normal technology a few of the Goliaths attempted to turn on one of the televisions, before more and more of the city was smashed to pieces and slowly pulled into massive piles.

Back down the tunnel, the Triumvirate Forces kept their wits about them as they kept to the back rank of the Greal soldiers. Two Rippers each were beside the torpedoes as well, just in case they were targeted.

As the televisions turned on, they looked pretty normal, except that nothing was on TV, just static.

There was a noise down the tunnel, the Greal troops halted, and saw what it was. A demon walking down the tunnel, carrying a Blast rifle, then he stopped when he saw the group, then he began screaming and running away.

"Shoot him before he alerts the Zillars!" yelled Major Rhellos, one of huis marksmen got the demon and killed him.

"Great, be on your guard guys."

As the televisions turned on, they looked pretty normal, except that nothing was on TV, just static.

There was a noise down the tunnel, the Greal troops halted, and saw what it was. A demon walking down the tunnel, carrying a Blast rifle, then he stopped when he saw the group, then he began screaming and running away.

"Shoot him before he alerts the Zillars!" yelled Major Rhellos, one of huis marksmen got the demon and killed him.

"Great, be on your guard guys."

With no hints of any civilization or commercial entertainment to be found from the archaic television sets, they were quickly smashed along with the rest of the buildings, until the entire city was nothing but a series of small piles of rubble. Already, colonists from the colony were picking through it, but aside from the metals, most of their civilian technology seemed to be completely alien to the triumvirate, and a handful of television sets and empty car frames were taken by scientists.

As the demon was killed, the Triumvirate soldiers tensed up from the center and end of the Greal's formations. They were probably safer back there until actual fighting began and they were all pushed into battle, though with the number of black spheres which managed to escape before, they weren't done with these creatures yet. Another bloody battle was almost assuredly in their future. A brief in-system scan was quickly done over the soldier's equipment in preparation for just that.

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On the planet's surface, where once there was a massive cavernous hole, dug out by the various excavation crews, there was now nothing more than a solid sheet of metal, capping off a maze-like Geo-front hidden beneath the ground. Already, massive concrete walls were being positioned around it, and the foundation for the rest of the building was slowly being placed atop.

The rest of the 'colony' was also being set up, with an unusual amount of what appeared to be the beginnings of military-style buildings and strange turret-shaped machinery being placed along the edges, alongside the sprawling electrified fence which had just been completed. The fence itself was already getting upgraded as well, using the sprawling degree of metal being taken from the hideous aliens from the destroyed city below. Along with this were the beginnings of a rail system, though that would take much longer. For the colonists, no actual civilian buildings were yet completed, but they didn't seem to mind, knowing that the barbaric enemy was still alive somewhere, just beneath their feet...

With no hints of any civilization or commercial entertainment to be found from the archaic television sets, they were quickly smashed along with the rest of the buildings, until the entire city was nothing but a series of small piles of rubble. Already, colonists from the colony were picking through it, but aside from the metals, most of their civilian technology seemed to be completely alien to the triumvirate, and a handful of television sets and empty car frames were taken by scientists.

As the demon was killed, the Triumvirate soldiers tensed up from the center and end of the Greal's formations. They were probably safer back there until actual fighting began and they were all pushed into battle, though with the number of black spheres which managed to escape before, they weren't done with these creatures yet. Another bloody battle was almost assuredly in their future. A brief in-system scan was quickly done over the soldier's equipment in preparation for just that.

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On the planet's surface, where once there was a massive cavernous hole, dug out by the various excavation crews, there was now nothing more than a solid sheet of metal, capping off a maze-like Geo-front hidden beneath the ground. Already, massive concrete walls were being positioned around it, and the foundation for the rest of the building was slowly being placed atop.

The rest of the 'colony' was also being set up, with an unusual amount of what appeared to be the beginnings of military-style buildings and strange turret-shaped machinery being placed along the edges, alongside the sprawling electrified fence which had just been completed. The fence itself was already getting upgraded as well, using the sprawling degree of metal being taken from the hideous aliens from the destroyed city below. Along with this were the beginnings of a rail system, though that would take much longer. For the colonists, no actual civilian buildings were yet completed, but they didn't seem to mind, knowing that the barbaric enemy was still alive somewhere, just beneath their feet...

The Greal forces also guessed that another battle would be soon, this time even bigger. There were estimates that the Zillars had 1 million of those black balls alone on this planet, not to mention, probably millions of demons. It would take more then a brigade of troops to crack the defenses of the Zillars. He suggested to the Nili forces that they should bring at least half a million men to be sure, but he wasn’t sure that the Nili army wanted to deploy a massive army just to save the small colony.

The Greal forces also guessed that another battle would be soon, this time even bigger. There were estimates that the Zillars had 1 million of those black balls alone on this planet, not to mention, probably millions of demons. It would take more then a brigade of troops to crack the defenses of the Zillars. He suggested to the Nili forces that they should bring at least half a million men to be sure, but he wasn’t sure that the Nili army wanted to deploy a massive army just to save the small colony.

The Triumvirate had the soldiers within the system to sacrifice within the tunnels below the planet, but were apparently considering other options at the present time; such as releasing massive underground EMPs, biological agents, and perhaps nuclear weapons to kill off anything living down there. Though this would no doubt destroy much of the planet's value, the Triumvirate was far more concerned about their appearance to the Zillar, not wanting to appear too soft or lenient in front of their enemies. Due to the numerous choke-points underground, the invading forces would almost assuredly lose exponentially more forces down there, especially without any full-scans of the caverns... Though the Triumvirate would still be supplying many of the soldiers and vehicles that were promised, though for this they would only allow a hundred thousand to enter the area. The fact that the entire place could collapse or self-destruct should anything happen, had crossed everyone's mind.

Already on the surface, a few small factories were set up along the planet's surface to pump out darkened clouds, and the entirety of the vast forest surrounding the colony was being razed, as vehicles and aircraft ignited the vegetation from the air. On the outskirts of the colony, Gattling Gun Emplacements (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/GattlingCannon.jpg) were being placed in preparation of future attacks though most of the power was currently being produced by massive battery emplacements inside of them. Eventually, though, plans for a large-scale nuclear facility would be underway. Upon seeing this, it was obvious to almost anyone, that they were not going to be leaving.

The Triumvirate had the soldiers within the system to sacrifice within the tunnels below the planet, but were apparently considering other options at the present time; such as releasing massive underground EMPs, biological agents, and perhaps nuclear weapons to kill off anything living down there. Though this would no doubt destroy much of the planet's value, the Triumvirate was far more concerned about their appearance to the Zillar, not wanting to appear too soft or lenient in front of their enemies. Due to the numerous choke-points underground, the invading forces would almost assuredly lose exponentially more forces down there, especially without any full-scans of the caverns... Though the Triumvirate would still be supplying many of the soldiers and vehicles that were promised, though for this they would only allow a hundred thousand to enter the area. The fact that the entire place could collapse or self-destruct should anything happen, had crossed everyone's mind.

Already on the surface, a few small factories were set up along the planet's surface to pump out darkened clouds, and the entirety of the vast forest surrounding the colony was being razed, as vehicles and aircraft ignited the vegetation from the air. On the outskirts of the colony, Gattling Gun Emplacements (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/GattlingCannon.jpg) were being placed in preparation of future attacks though most of the power was currently being produced by massive battery emplacements inside of them. Eventually, though, plans for a large-scale nuclear facility would be underway. Upon seeing this, it was obvious to almost anyone, that they were not going to be leaving.

Greal troops continued moving down the tunnel at a fast pace, but looking for the enemy always. They ran into a blast door, which was blasted open by the torpedo. An alarm rang off.

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Greal troops continued moving down the tunnel at a fast pace, but looking for the enemy always. They ran into a blast door, which was blasted open by the torpedo. An alarm rang off.

OOC: Sorry for the short post

The Triumviate stayed towards the center of the Greal ranks for the most part, as a few of the Fuchikomas quickly sped along the walls towards the front of the Greal formation in an attempt to deliver the data to their compatriots elsewhere. The soldiers were still wary, and as the alarm went off, they only suspected another attack, as the Arusian's slowed down their march, as their tentacles slowly vibrated in the air around them, the sensory equipment of their suits now taking in the seismography of the tunnel around them, specifically anything moving through the dirt... They were expecting the orbs to come streaming in from any direction at this point.

Towards the back of the group, a single hovering reinforced block was being carried, guarded by the mechanized AI force. They were most likely safer there, but as soon as heavy combat started, they would need to push through the ranks to the actual fighting to deliver the cargo itself. They still weren't sure how Greal viewed their trump card, but figured that as it was entirely their colony, as long as it didn't directly kill any(or at least too many) Greal soldiers, it wouldn't matter.

The Triumviate stayed towards the center of the Greal ranks for the most part, as a few of the Fuchikomas quickly sped along the walls towards the front of the Greal formation in an attempt to deliver the data to their compatriots elsewhere. The soldiers were still wary, and as the alarm went off, they only suspected another attack, as the Arusian's slowed down their march, as their tentacles slowly vibrated in the air around them, the sensory equipment of their suits now taking in the seismography of the tunnel around them, specifically anything moving through the dirt... They were expecting the orbs to come streaming in from any direction at this point.

Towards the back of the group, a single hovering reinforced block was being carried, guarded by the mechanized AI force. They were most likely safer there, but as soon as heavy combat started, they would need to push through the ranks to the actual fighting to deliver the cargo itself. They still weren't sure how Greal viewed their trump card, but figured that as it was entirely their colony, as long as it didn't directly kill any(or at least too many) Greal soldiers, it wouldn't matter.

They broke through another gate, and they entered another underground city. Thousands of demons were waiting, along with hundreds of Black spiders.

They broke through another gate, and they entered another underground city. Thousands of demons were waiting, along with hundreds of Black spiders.

As soon as they entered the underground city, the soldiers from the Triumvirate immediately began to charge around the Greal soldiers, moving up to the front to create a defensive wall. A sudden change in tactics based on the number of troops had been authorized by the chain of command above. Ambassador Obsidian had a new strategy, seeing as the demons were not wearing any suits or breathing equipment, and the dissection on some of the dead demons. The Goliaths quickly took the front, as the fuchikomas began to crawl towards the ceiling of the city. The Enforcement Tanks were still in the middle of the Greal Enforcement, unable to arrive at the front, though the Arusians managed to get some of their number along the front line to defend against the Black spiders.

The synchronization was almost robotic, as if they were completely aware of where every other soldier was, even with the low field of vision inside of their suits. As the last of the line formed they immediately crouched down and launched a wide spread of what appeared to be grenades from the top two weapon emplacements over their shoulder, coupled by large spreads of conventional weaponry! As soon as the grenades were near the first wave of demons, they each immediately began to explode, unleashing large white clouds of super-heated poisonous gases into the enemy flanks.

As the gas canisters burst open, the fuchikomas launched a synchronized attack of their own, unloading plasma grenades right in front of the enemy. This was not to actually hit any of them, but it quickly pushed the burning gases further over the enemy soldiers.

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The massive shuttles that had come from space to the planet's surface were now entirely cannibalized by the colonists, being used to further the construction of the colony. With the outer perimeter finished and the combat-oriented buildings being worked on, a few of the construction groups were now being ordered to begin what would be the first living quarters for the colonists; featureless black curved buildings, each one almost entirely identical with one another.

As the gas was fired, the demons left off a massive volley of blast rifles and charged at the robots with their swords. Hundreds of Black spiders rolled around the demons hitting the flanks. Greal soldiers fired back into the mass of demons.

The Goliaths quickly returned fire as they were hit by the onslaught of sudden blasts from their opponents, as the burning hot gas poured across their ranks, fueled by the blasts of numerous grenades. The Goliaths themselves, firing their arm mounted anti-infantry cannons as their bulky suits clenched in place to protect from the recoil, simultaneously began to launch grenades behind the first ranks of the demons to keep any large number from getting too far in place. As the demons went forward through the wall of ammunition, the Arusians quickly marched behind the ranks of the Goliaths as excessive speeds, each one covering about five at once, occasionally stabbing or slashing at any of the demons who came too close, many giving the Goliaths just enough time to move the massive cannons towards the demons, literally cutting through their bodies like a hot knife. A few of the Goliaths were taken down in this assault, though the Arusians helped to minimize the losses, along with some much needed help from the occasional grenade blast or flurry of shots from the ceiling.

The Fuchikomas clinging to the ceiling and walls quickly began to multiply as more and more began to pour through the tunnel, clambering overhead and along the upper ceilings, each one firing off a few shots before beginning the climb to begin taking pot shots at the enemy. Whenever they were able to spot any of the black spiders getting anywhere near the front line, they would fire a plasma grenade at it. A few of them, however, disappeared from the visible light spectrum and began to climb to the top of the city itself, directly over the vast army of demons and spiders...

The Goliaths quickly returned fire as they were hit by the onslaught of sudden blasts from their opponents, as the burning hot gas poured across their ranks, fueled by the blasts of numerous grenades. The Goliaths themselves, firing their arm mounted anti-infantry cannons as their bulky suits clenched in place to protect from the recoil, simultaneously began to launch grenades behind the first ranks of the demons to keep any large number from getting too far in place. As the demons went forward through the wall of ammunition, the Arusians quickly marched behind the ranks of the Goliaths as excessive speeds, each one covering about five at once, occasionally stabbing or slashing at any of the demons who came too close, many giving the Goliaths just enough time to move the massive cannons towards the demons, literally cutting through their bodies like a hot knife. A few of the Goliaths were taken down in this assault, though the Arusians helped to minimize the losses, along with some much needed help from the occasional grenade blast or flurry of shots from the ceiling.

The Fuchikomas clinging to the ceiling and walls quickly began to multiply as more and more began to pour through the tunnel, clambering overhead and along the upper ceilings, each one firing off a few shots before beginning the climb to begin taking pot shots at the enemy. Whenever they were able to spot any of the black spiders getting anywhere near the front line, they would fire a plasma grenade at it. A few of them, however, disappeared from the visible light spectrum and began to climb to the top of the city itself, directly over the vast army of demons and spiders...

Hundreds of black spiders, were crsuhing Greal troops by the dozen and sometimes they climb unto the celling and fire at their opponents from there. Hundreds of demons lay dead or dying, but the dying were killed by their comrades. The demons made a black wall, and the black wall suddenly blasted anyone tht was near it.

The Triumvirate's wall of soldiers suddenly buckled back as a few well-placed jumps by the black spiders sent them behind their main line of heavy weaponry, allowing smash on top of a few of the Goliaths, before blasting at the others. It was a devastating attack, and up to that point they weren't aware the black spiders were even capable of jumping like that! The gray spiders on the wall slowly began to rain down as they were hit or blasted into, their flaming carapaces exploding as more and more attempted to get into full camouflage. The soldier Gestalt, however quickly began formulating a variety of responses to these. The Arusians were remaining where they were, fending off the spiders and lines of demons. By and large, most of the soldiers remained in a tight, if now hole-ridden formation, figuring that if they began to scramble like before it would only lead to their downfall. The Demons were more skilled in melee combat, so by continuing to fire into them, they would lose many more soldiers trying to approach as long as the Goliaths kept focusing all of their mini-guns on them.

All soldiers, begin a slow advance forward. The Greal will probably follow suite as well, eventually. Squadrons A-A1 shall be moving forward through the city, using the buildings as cover. I want all enforcement tanks moving forward to deal with those blasted black spiders!

There was a brief second of silence from the vast army of the Triumvirate, as all at once, as if there were all merely parts of a giant autonomous machine. The pace was slow, but with every step the nonstop firing of their mini-guns continued, as the line directly behind them concentrated on unleashing plasma grenades to suppress the demon's advancing. As this was going on, the Arusians quietly marched alongside them, their sensory equipment alerting all of the combatants of what was happening around them. None of the soldiers seemed to notice the dead or smashed troops, as the holes in the row of dead were quickly filled in by more Goliaths.

The Fuchikoma's above quickly began to fire thin, almost invisible strings of carbon to the ceiling of the city, swinging away from the larger black spiders, until they were over the Demon forces, so that any missed jump would lead to enemy casualties. While up there, they quickly deposited all of their grenades and ammunition into their enemies, as a few of them slowly began to cling to the ceiling and move further into the demon wall of soldiers, launching grenades into the congested mess of enemy combatants.

Finally, as the wall of Goliaths slowly began to make grounds moving forward, the Enforcement Tanks immediately moved in, taking out any black spiders in sight with quick blasts from their two grenade launches before moving forward and allowing more to enter. Every once in awhile, an Enforcement Tank would instead launch the grenades farther from the enemy ranks, into a building, attempting to light them on fire or collapse them to prevent them from making it behind any hiding places.

Almost two hundred of the Goliaths present immediately began to move along the outskirts of the city, kicking in doors and other civilian homes or businesses to keep from being attacked. They were trying to get closer to the demon flanks, and with them were a small handful of Arusians to support them in close-quarters combat.

The Triumvirate's wall of soldiers suddenly buckled back as a few well-placed jumps by the black spiders sent them behind their main line of heavy weaponry, allowing smash on top of a few of the Goliaths, before blasting at the others. It was a devastating attack, and up to that point they weren't aware the black spiders were even capable of jumping like that! The gray spiders on the wall slowly began to rain down as they were hit or blasted into, their flaming carapaces exploding as more and more attempted to get into full camouflage. The soldier Gestalt, however quickly began formulating a variety of responses to these. The Arusians were remaining where they were, fending off the spiders and lines of demons. By and large, most of the soldiers remained in a tight, if now hole-ridden formation, figuring that if they began to scramble like before it would only lead to their downfall. The Demons were more skilled in melee combat, so by continuing to fire into them, they would lose many more soldiers trying to approach as long as the Goliaths kept focusing all of their mini-guns on them.



There was a brief second of silence from the vast army of the Triumvirate, as all at once, as if there were all merely parts of a giant autonomous machine. The pace was slow, but with every step the nonstop firing of their mini-guns continued, as the line directly behind them concentrated on unleashing plasma grenades to suppress the demon's advancing. As this was going on, the Arusians quietly marched alongside them, their sensory equipment alerting all of the combatants of what was happening around them. None of the soldiers seemed to notice the dead or smashed troops, as the holes in the row of dead were quickly filled in by more Goliaths.

The Fuchikoma's above quickly began to fire thin, almost invisible strings of carbon to the ceiling of the city, swinging away from the larger black spiders, until they were over the Demon forces, so that any missed jump would lead to enemy casualties. While up there, they quickly deposited all of their grenades and ammunition into their enemies, as a few of them slowly began to cling to the ceiling and move further into the demon wall of soldiers, launching grenades into the congested mess of enemy combatants.

Finally, as the wall of Goliaths slowly began to make grounds moving forward, the Enforcement Tanks immediately moved in, taking out any black spiders in sight with quick blasts from their two grenade launches before moving forward and allowing more to enter. Every once in awhile, an Enforcement Tank would instead launch the grenades farther from the enemy ranks, into a building, attempting to light them on fire or collapse them to prevent them from making it behind any hiding places.

Almost two hundred of the Goliaths present immediately began to move along the outskirts of the city, kicking in doors and other civilian homes or businesses to keep from being attacked. They were trying to get closer to the demon flanks, and with them were a small handful of Arusians to support them in close-quarters combat.

It was a bloody battle. Bigger Black spiders came and tore Greal troop’s suits apart then killed them by throwing the troops far into the city, most likely killing them. More blackspiders arrived at the Greal troops flank, there were too many of them. Greal tanks had trouble shooting black spiders since they rolled around at a fast speed. And the black spiders also jumped unto the tanks themselves and tear the hatch apart and fire the black spider’s blaster into the crew.

A company of Greal troops plus a platoon managed to fight their way into the city but found themselves confronting more black spiders and demons.

In space, the Zillars suffered, underground, the Zillars were more powerful.

[Location: Black system to the far right.]

Space was silent and still like an ocean on a windless day. All at once the darkness at the far reaches of the system began to wripple and waver. Space itself bent, warped, and with an ungodly heave tore inward revealing a dark rift going on for eternity. Light was drawn into it, streaming along it's interior, thining, and forming viens that pulsed as if with a heart beat.

A single speck was spat from the spacial rift. Sleek and needle-like with short fins on either side, the black craft bore platium numberic markings along it's hull. A bar code graced one fin while the other displayed a hammer within a circle. The Mecha (Arakus slang for mechanized lifeform) streaked further into the system broadcasting a repeating signal that was more comercial than greeting. The voice was jovial and energetic, even after having been through a universal translater.

"Greetings galactic neighbors from your friends at Goldmine Banking. The Dominion of Arakus has prepared a trade convoy and is eager to do buisness with you."

What followed next were a serries of advertisements from beverages and foodstuffs to vehicals, drugs (both medical and recreational), and goods of various usefulness and entertainment value. Even as the message was broadcast the herald itself moved deeper into the system, scaning astroids, planets, moons, and other spacial bodies. If it wasn't intercepted, it would even make terrestial scans while spreading it's comercial message on a varriety of frequencies meant to get the attention of civilian and government alike.

[Location: Black system to the far right.]

Space was silent and still like an ocean on a windless day. All at once the darkness at the far reaches of the system began to wripple and waver. Space itself bent, warped, and with an ungodly heave tore inward revealing a dark rift going on for eternity. Light was drawn into it, streaming along it's interior, thining, and forming viens that pulsed as if with a heart beat.

A single speck was spat from the spacial rift. Sleek and needle-like with short fins on either side, the black craft bore platium numberic markings along it's hull. A bar code graced one fin while the other displayed a hammer within a circle. The Mecha (Arakus slang for mechanized lifeform) streaked further into the system broadcasting a repeating signal that was more comercial than greeting. The voice was jovial and energetic, even after having been through a universal translater.

"Greetings galactic neighbors from your friends at Goldmine Banking. The Dominion of Arakus has prepared a trade convoy and is eager to do buisness with you."

What followed next were a serries of advertisements from beverages and foodstuffs to vehicals, drugs (both medical and recreational), and goods of various usefulness and entertainment value. Even as the message was broadcast the herald itself moved deeper into the system, scaning astroids, planets, moons, and other spacial bodies. If it wasn't intercepted, it would even make terrestial scans while spreading it's comercial message on a varriety of frequencies meant to get the attention of civilian and government alike.

The 4th Assault Fleet, led by Admiral Dorn, was busy ferrying troops to the surface to fight the Zillars. An aide rushed up to him.

"Admiral, there is a message from another nation." said the aide.

The admiral quickly went to the bridge and listened to the message.

"Greetings galactic neighbors from your friends at Goldmine Banking. The Dominion of Arakus has prepared a trade convoy and is eager to do buisness with you."


"Its just a trade convoy, tell them that we have merchant ships and crago ships coming."

[Location: Black system to the far right.]

Space was silent and still like an ocean on a windless day. All at once the darkness at the far reaches of the system began to wripple and waver. Space itself bent, warped, and with an ungodly heave tore inward revealing a dark rift going on for eternity. Light was drawn into it, streaming along it's interior, thining, and forming viens that pulsed as if with a heart beat.

A single speck was spat from the spacial rift. Sleek and needle-like with short fins on either side, the black craft bore platium numberic markings along it's hull. A bar code graced one fin while the other displayed a hammer within a circle. The Mecha (Arakus slang for mechanized lifeform) streaked further into the system broadcasting a repeating signal that was more comercial than greeting. The voice was jovial and energetic, even after having been through a universal translater.

"Greetings galactic neighbors from your friends at Goldmine Banking. The Dominion of Arakus has prepared a trade convoy and is eager to do buisness with you."

What followed next were a serries of advertisements from beverages and foodstuffs to vehicals, drugs (both medical and recreational), and goods of various usefulness and entertainment value. Even as the message was broadcast the herald itself moved deeper into the system, scaning astroids, planets, moons, and other spacial bodies. If it wasn't intercepted, it would even make terrestial scans while spreading it's comercial message on a varriety of frequencies meant to get the attention of civilian and government alike.

As the small mecha drifted towards the colony's location, a few silver orbs burst out from the nearby planets, moons, and asteroid belt to inspect the foreign craft. Some of the languages it was using were known by the Triumvirate from translated messages taken by their various civilian spy probes planted throughout the universe, but it was obviously not of Greal origin. Though they would have normally destroyed it and dealt with the repercussions later, it appeared from their scanners that the Greal were moving forward to deal with the problem.

The Capital Ship itself kept some of the silvered orbs floating through space nearby, focusing on the bizarre looking craft as their charts were unable to pull out anything on its origins. They were far too dated, though they would wait until the Greal finished with their own trading before doing some business of their own with the strange drone.

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It took awhile, but the Triumvirate forces were now actually beginning to slowly back away back towards the exit, the massive Enforcement Tanks providing a small amount of cover as more and more of their soldiers were blown to pieces or crushed by the enemy around them. Every now and then a fuchikoma would fall from the city's ceiling and crash into a building, exploding from a blast. However, the city was burning somewhat, so the various Goliaths in separate buildings quickly began to light them up before fleeing. Many were struck from behind by errant shots from all around them.

The front of the entrance to the city was lined with battered bodies and smoking piles of rubble, which was quickly being pushed away by unmanned Arusian Battle Suits. A few newer Goliaths had come to fill in for the massive piles of thousands of dead scattered about the city, launching rockets up at the city's ceiling in an attempt to cause the entire complex to begin collapsing, though this was merely a distraction(unless it worked). Just outside of the tunnel to the city, the mechanized transport was slowly powering up for a burst forward as far into the city as possible...

It took awhile, but the Triumvirate forces were now actually beginning to slowly back away back towards the exit, the massive Enforcement Tanks providing a small amount of cover as more and more of their soldiers were blown to pieces or crushed by the enemy around them. Every now and then a fuchikoma would fall from the city's ceiling and crash into a building, exploding from a blast. However, the city was burning somewhat, so the various Goliaths in separate buildings quickly began to light them up before fleeing. Many were struck from behind by errant shots from all around them.

The front of the entrance to the city was lined with battered bodies and smoking piles of rubble, which was quickly being pushed away by unmanned Arusian Battle Suits. A few newer Goliaths had come to fill in for the massive piles of thousands of dead scattered about the city, launching rockets up at the city's ceiling in an attempt to cause the entire complex to begin collapsing, though this was merely a distraction(unless it worked). Just outside of the tunnel to the city, the mechanized transport was slowly powering up for a burst forward as far into the city as possible...

Greal troops had to move back also, they were now outnumbered by the black spiders alone, not to mention, demons with their blast rifles and magic swords. Only a few Greal tanks were left, the rest were blown apart of the black spiders. major Rhellos led his men out of the city to avoid the mass of demons coming toward them. Bodies were everywhere. The city has on fire, but it would take a long time for the whole city to catch fire.

The celling held. there was a hole in the celling, but it held. Dozens of black spiders blocked the mechanized transport. And these Black spiders were in no mood to talk, they were around to kill.

Greal troops had to move back also, they were now outnumbered by the black spiders alone, not to mention, demons with their blast rifles and magic swords. Only a few Greal tanks were left, the rest were blown apart of the black spiders. major Rhellos led his men out of the city to avoid the mass of demons coming toward them. Bodies were everywhere. The city has on fire, but it would take a long time for the whole city to catch fire.

The celling held. there was a hole in the celling, but it held. Dozens of black spiders blocked the mechanized transport. And these Black spiders were in no mood to talk, they were around to kill.

"Get it away from the transport!" One of the soldiers shouted as the Arusians immediately leapt forward, attempting to sacrifice themselves in front of the massive spiders, "All soldiers, immediately retreat, inform the Greal!" The Goliath was then cut off as a blast rocketed into his back, exploding on impact.

Commander Rhellos: The enemy is attacking a mobile anti-matter reactor, we will try to push it as far into the city as possible before detonating it, but any remaining soldiers must begin retreating immediately! They're getting out of the city towards it!

With that message, the tanks all slowly began to back away, as the hover transport immediately began to bolt forward, as two massive Arusians momentarily tackled the spider in front of the tank's past out of the way, before quickly begin shredded! The other eight Arusians quickly chased after it, attempting to push the remaining spiders out of the way!

The Goliaths had broken formation and were now fleeing, a few launching grenades into the pursuing enemies to slow them down. The Fuchikomas were mostly too far in the city to do anything, and the soldiers inside quickly began to pick off anything in front of the transport; knowing full well by this point what the plan was.

"Get it away from the transport!" One of the soldiers shouted as the Arusians immediately leapt forward, attempting to sacrifice themselves in front of the massive spiders, "All soldiers, immediately retreat, inform the Greal!" The Goliath was then cut off as a blast rocketed into his back, exploding on impact.

Commander Rhellos: The enemy is attacking a mobile anti-matter reactor, we will try to push it as far into the city as possible before detonating it, but any remaining soldiers must begin retreating immediately! They're getting out of the city towards it!

With that message, the tanks all slowly began to back away, as the hover transport immediately began to bolt forward, as two massive Arusians momentarily tackled the spider in front of the tank's past out of the way, before quickly begin shredded! The other eight Arusians quickly chased after it, attempting to push the remaining spiders out of the way!

The Goliaths had broken formation and were now fleeing, a few launching grenades into the pursuing enemies to slow them down. The Fuchikomas were mostly too far in the city to do anything, and the soldiers inside quickly began to pick off anything in front of the transport; knowing full well by this point what the plan was.

"Oh no!" said Major Rhellos when he heard the message, he turned to the captains of their platoons."Lets get out of here now!"

Major Rhellos and five hundred remaining men ran for their lives and got to the tunnel and was waiting for any other survivors.

The Black spiders suddenly became aware of the anti-matter reactor. It was a bomb to them. They opened fired at the Arusians, other black spiders waited on the roofs of the houses, then jumped onto the reactors.

The Demons suddenly disappeared, with only black spiders holding the line, but that was more then enough.

"Oh no!" said Major Rhellos when he heard the message, he turned to the captains of their platoons."Lets get out of here now!"

Major Rhellos and five hundred remaining men ran for their lives and got to the tunnel and was waiting for any other survivors.

The Black spiders suddenly became aware of the anti-matter reactor. It was a bomb to them. They opened fired at the Arusians, other black spiders waited on the roofs of the houses, then jumped onto the reactors.

The Demons suddenly disappeared, with only black spiders holding the line, but that was more then enough.

The Arusians were quickly cut down one by one, as the soldiers along the ceiling attempted to fire at the fleeing demons, a few of them trying to see where exactly they were heading! If they were going to die in a place like that, they would at least attempt to put some meaning behind it! The location of the city's exit would be enough.

As the final Arusian was ripped apart, town in half by two of the spiders, the antimatter reactor continued to move slowly forward to what was projected to be the center of the city. However, as the last Arusian's battered remains hit the ground, a blast of reddish coolant immediately began to pour out from under it! This continued for almost five seconds, but for the remaining fuchikomas clinging to the ceiling, it could have been minutes...

Then, just as another wave of weaponry from the enemy spiders slammed through the massive container, there was an immediate flash as a pile of coalesced antimatter weighing about a pound was released out of its energy field, everything went serenely white...

Fooooooooom!

"Don't stand near the entrance! Hurry insid-" One of the last Goliaths shouted as a sudden burst of radiation and energy suddenly burst out of the entrance, tearing the heavily armored Goliaths apart instantly along with the two Enforcement tanks which had attempted to escape behind them, "NOW!!!"

Before anymore radiation and heat could seep in, a massive mobile 'door' suddenly slammed in front of it, being pushed by two strange hovering vehicles which quickly began to drill into the ground. The sound was deafening on the other side of the doorway, as all of the city's buildings would most likely be entirely gone by the time they went back in. Already, a team was being readied at the colony to take care of the mass of radiation lingering inside.

The Arusians were quickly cut down one by one, as the soldiers along the ceiling attempted to fire at the fleeing demons, a few of them trying to see where exactly they were heading! If they were going to die in a place like that, they would at least attempt to put some meaning behind it! The location of the city's exit would be enough.

As the final Arusian was ripped apart, town in half by two of the spiders, the antimatter reactor continued to move slowly forward to what was projected to be the center of the city. However, as the last Arusian's battered remains hit the ground, a blast of reddish coolant immediately began to pour out from under it! This continued for almost five seconds, but for the remaining fuchikomas clinging to the ceiling, it could have been minutes...

Then, just as another wave of weaponry from the enemy spiders slammed through the massive container, there was an immediate flash as a pile of coalesced antimatter weighing about a pound was released out of its energy field, everything went serenely white...

Fooooooooom!

"Don't stand near the entrance! Hurry insid-" One of the last Goliaths shouted as a sudden burst of radiation and energy suddenly burst out of the entrance, tearing the heavily armored Goliaths apart instantly along with the two Enforcement tanks which had attempted to escape behind them, "NOW!!!"

Before anymore radiation and heat could seep in, a massive mobile 'door' suddenly slammed in front of it, being pushed by two strange hovering vehicles which quickly began to drill into the ground. The sound was deafening on the other side of the doorway, as all of the city's buildings would most likely be entirely gone by the time they went back in. Already, a team was being readied at the colony to take care of the mass of radiation lingering inside.

The city was blasted apart, all the black spiders were destroyed completely. Major Rhellos closed his eyes as the explosion went on. or the original 5,000 Greal troops that went in, 500 came out of it alive. All the wounded were dead since they had to abandon them.

Why couldn't we just do that instead of going in there to die?

The colony on the surface could feel the explosion like any earth, the ground shook very hard, then it stopped.

After receiving a transmission from the Greal, the message from the Mecha ceased. The vessel turned about and reentered the ominous spatial rift it had emerged from moments ago. The rift remained open even in the ship's absence. After five minutes without any activity a score of massive glistening black arrowhead shaped ships seemed to leap from the aperture. Around them orbited a number of frigates, corvettes, and craft similar to the vessel which had initially entered the region.

Dauntingly they advanced, moving further away from the spatial tear. With their arrival the advertisements once again flooded communication channels, clogging them with endless commercials from that same overly jovial and energetic voice. Behind the sleek black militant ships hulking freighters began to appear, leaping out of the rift in groups of ten, until they out numbered the 'massive black arrowheads' ten to one. Only then did the hole in space collapse. All the light that had been sucked into that unending tunnel flashed back in brilliant radiance that reflected off the Goldmine Banking ships.

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Within the one such 'massive black arrowhead' an ethereal figure composed of photons peered over a view screen. Next to it stood a man dressed in a black suit and tie. Handsome, well shaven ... he looked all together perfect. Too perfect.

"They're taking the bait, Avatar AR-13, should we begin jamming communications?

The photonic, lacking the need for moisture, stared unblinkingly as if it could see beyond the hulls of the distant Greal vessels and into the hearts and minds of their occupants. When it spoke, the the words of a hundred minds merged into one cybernetic gestalt bore unity in the same multifaseted voice.

"No. We haven't the reasources for hastey measures. Secure Sympathizers and have an Agent plant a Memory Spike in one of their computers once trades are underway."

After receiving a transmission from the Greal, the message from the Mecha ceased. The vessel turned about and reentered the ominous spatial rift it had emerged from moments ago. The rift remained open even in the ship's absence. After five minutes without any activity a score of massive glistening black arrowhead shaped ships seemed to leap from the aperture. Around them orbited a number of frigates, corvettes, and craft similar to the vessel which had initially entered the region.

Dauntingly they advanced, moving further away from the spatial tear. With their arrival the advertisements once again flooded communication channels, clogging them with endless commercials from that same overly jovial and energetic voice. Behind the sleek black militant ships hulking freighters began to appear, leaping out of the rift in groups of ten, until they out numbered the 'massive black arrowheads' ten to one. Only then did the hole in space collapse. All the light that had been sucked into that unending tunnel flashed back in brilliant radiance that reflected off the Goldmine Banking ships.

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Within the one such 'massive black arrowhead' an ethereal figure composed of photons peered over a view screen. Next to it stood a man dressed in a black suit and tie. Handsome, well shaven ... he looked all together perfect. Too perfect.

"They're taking the bait, Avatar AR-13, should we begin jamming communications?

The photonic, lacking the need for moisture, stared unblinkingly as if it could see beyond the hulls of the distant Greal vessels and into the hearts and minds of their occupants. When it spoke, the the words of a hundred minds merged into one cybernetic gestalt bore unity in the same multifaseted voice.

"No. We haven't the reasources for hastey measures. Secure Sympathizers and have an Agent plant a Memory Spike in one of their computers once trades are underway."

"They had me worried there for a second." said the admiral watching the ships come back.

"I don't trust them sir, maybe we should ask them more questions?" asked Commander Reclin, still in command of the Slaughter.

"Go ahead, do what you want. The cargo ships should be here soon."

True enough, a convoy of cargo ships jumped nearby, along with Police frigates escorting them.

Message to the Commercial ships

We wish to know what kind of resources you wish to sell and buy from us

The city was blasted apart, all the black spiders were destroyed completely. Major Rhellos closed his eyes as the explosion went on. or the original 5,000 Greal troops that went in, 500 came out of it alive. All the wounded were dead since they had to abandon them.

Why couldn't we just do that instead of going in there to die?

The colony on the surface could feel the explosion like any earth, the ground shook very hard, then it stopped.

Ambassador Obsidian stepped forward and looked over at Major Rhellos, the faintest hint of a smile present on his face, as he walked past one of the charred Goliaths, the woman inside still twitching. As he stuck his hand on the massive door, the sound of sizzling flesh and the odor to match slowly wafted into the air before he removed it with a grimace... Whether the grimace was due to the pain from the door or the fact that they'd been so soundly defeated, only the Ambassador could say for certain.

"Well..." He finally said, looking over at Rhellos, "It looks like neither of us can fairly fight those monsters on their home turf, even with our combined forces..." He then turned to the colonist leader, Argos who was tending to a wounded man in the corner, "I want all of the last recordings transmitted by the Fuchikomas reviewed. If we come across anymore cities, I won't want anymore of our suits wasted against those blasted orbs!"

"Y-yes sir. Right away, Ambassador..."

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The silver orbs remained when the foreign ships came through the rip in space, the AIs inside sending every single signal, both important and unimportant, back to the Executioner, still hovering near the only habitable planet in the system. As of yet, the Triumvirate still did not make a move towards conducting anything, waiting for Greal to finish. Likewise, they were more concerned with the war being fought on the insignificant rock below them...

Ambassador Obsidian stepped forward and looked over at Major Rhellos, the faintest hint of a smile present on his face, as he walked past one of the charred Goliaths, the woman inside still twitching. As he stuck his hand on the massive door, the sound of sizzling flesh and the odor to match slowly wafted into the air before he removed it with a grimace... Whether the grimace was due to the pain from the door or the fact that they'd been so soundly defeated, only the Ambassador could say for certain.

"Well..." He finally said, looking over at Rhellos, "It looks like neither of us can fairly fight those monsters on their home turf, even with our combined forces..." He then turned to the colonist leader, Argos who was tending to a wounded man in the corner, "I want all of the last recordings transmitted by the Fuchikomas reviewed. If we come across anymore cities, I won't want anymore of our suits wasted against those blasted orbs!"

"Y-yes sir. Right away, Ambassador..."


"Well, we've lost six thousand men in the last two battles. Thats the highest death toll for the Greal army in two decades. Want do you want to do about the Zillars now, theres bound to be civilians around on this planet."

"Well, we've lost six thousand men in the last two battles. Thats the highest death toll for the Greal army in two decades. Want do you want to do about the Zillars now, theres bound to be civilians around on this planet."

"Ideally we will take them all off of the planets for experimentation and augmentation to help supplement our society back in Zeres... We've lost nearly nine thousand soldiers, mostly in terms of Goliaths. Unprecedented losses... in a war outside of Zeres..." He then wrung his hands curiously, the apparent burns from the door nonexistent, "The Zillar are hideous and not very good for anything but heavy mining. I suppose we could see if they're nutritious or serve any purpose in that regard... Though what would you do with the Zillar civilians?"

A fine specimine of humanity would appear on the Greal ship's monitor if visual contact were made. The man had a professional look about him, young, dymanic, fit, and well groomed. Like any corporate represenative he wore a dazzling dress suite and tie.

"Greetings galactic neighbor. We at Goldmine banking have many services to offer. Perhaps you can tell me what you need?"

He smiled charmingly, his tone casual and confident.

"We're looking to buy up some territory. Exotic goods, local manpower, minerals, refined goods finished product ... a little of everything."

As they converes a gap formed in the defensive line of escort ships, allowing the comercail vessel and it's policing counterpart acess to the freighters behind their line. A trio of needle-like Mecha broke off from their circling patrols to fly along side the Greal vessel. A simulated voice conversed with the Greal navigator offering directions to a suitable trading ship.

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While no action to confront to silver observers they were hard pressed to get much useful information. The data streams they recieved were literally clogged with advertisements. The Dominion seemed to use a powerhouse of a communication system. That or it was intentional ...

"Ideally we will take them all off of the planets for experimentation and augmentation to help supplement our society back in Zeres... We've lost nearly nine thousand soldiers, mostly in terms of Goliaths. Unprecedented losses... in a war outside of Zeres..." He then wrung his hands curiously, the apparent burns from the door nonexistent, "The Zillar are hideous and not very good for anything but heavy mining. I suppose we could see if they're nutritious or serve any purpose in that regard... Though what would you do with the Zillar civilians?"

"Kill them all." said Rhellos, looking very mad.

There was a noise down the tunnel and a battalion of Greal troops arrived with tanks.

"Kill them all." said Rhellos, looking very mad.

There was a noise down the tunnel and a battalion of Greal troops arrived with tanks.

"A man of the military through and through."

"Obsidian, they seemed to all just disappear from sight, none of the Fuchikoma's managed to get a direct read-out on their location. What should we do?"

"Send in the colonial forces to help clean up. Our suits have been protected against radiation, correct? If so, send them and some tanks alongside them. This time we won't waste time before resorting to an anti-matter reactor, but I want constant transmissions telling the Zillar to surrender to our forces immediately, or else we will be forced to take even more drastic measures against them."

"Yes Ambassador!"

Obsidian then smiled and looked to Rhellos, "Once you've been around the block as long as I have, you begin to find out so many things more brutal than a mere death..." The Ambassador then rose a hand, crossing his fingers(an alien ritual to him), "Let us hope the Zillar value their women and children. Otherwise my lie won't work, and we'll have to start decimating everything underground."

A fine specimine of humanity would appear on the Greal ship's monitor if visual contact were made. The man had a professional look about him, young, dymanic, fit, and well groomed. Like any corporate represenative he wore a dazzling dress suit and tie. He wasn't a real human, of course. But what outsider would know the differance between the Pure (slang: born and bred human) and a Sym (slang: synthetic, cloned, or created). One thing that may have stood out, however, was a bar code under his left eye.

"Greetings galactic neighbor. We at Goldmine banking have many services to offer. It might be easier if I knew what you needed?"

He smiled charmingly, his tone casual and confident.

"We're looking to aquire some territory. Exotic goods, local manpower, minerals, refined goods finished products ... a little of everything."

While they spoke a wing of three need-like Mecha broke off from their patrols to fly along side the incoming trade and police ships. Opening communications a simulated voice spoke with the navigator, offering directions to one of the Goldmine Banking friehgters.

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While no action was taken to confront to silver observers they were hard pressed to get much useful information. The data streams they recieved would likely be clogged with advertisements. The Dominion seemed to use a powerhouse of a communication system. That or it was intentional ...

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While no action was taken to confront to silver observers they were hard pressed to get much useful information. The data streams they recieved would likely be clogged with advertisements. The Dominion seemed to use a powerhouse of a communication system. That or it was intentional ...

The numerous advertisements were quickly categorized and filtered back to the Executioner, along with the physical outlines of the trading vessels. As the transactions and contact with the Greal Empire slowly continued, most of the silver orbs slowly returned to where they were originally; the orbs quickly disappearing within a planet's atmosphere, or vanishing somewhere within the asteroid belt. They did not, by any appearance, seem to be Zillar vessels, but even with the current Non-Aggression Treaty, the Triumvirate Vessels were still very cautious. All foreign powers were dangerous and untrustworthy throughout the rest of the universe, having none of the glorious genetic conditioning that the right-minded Triumvirate Soldiers had gone through.

"So you're certain that they're not with Greal or the Zillar? Well, Executioner?" The tall, stoic dark haired Admiral said quietly, two rows of white-masked subordinates standing behind him, "Also, they're probably relying on the planet's surface to survive, correct? I want data on the Zillar's stomaches sent over to our science division. If they're eating anything from the surface, our scans may have missed a small cave where they could be coming from..."

There was a sudden blur in the air in front of the Admiral, as he sat back in his massive blackened throne, his eyes overlooking a vast array of 'trees' made out of wires and metal, all climbing from a floor below into the ceiling. The men and women below, subconsciously connected to the wiring, were forming the basis of the ship's many functions, though all was still controlled by a single entity; the Executioner itself. The ten foot blot of static suddenly formed a featureless white mask, an inky darkness frothing forth from the eyes as the Admiral looked up at the form the AI was taking.

"They are most definitely not with the Zillar... There is also very little probability of them being cohorts of the Greal Empire, though I will keep the pods in contact with them... They seem to be clogged with so many advertisements that I cannot get a good check on anything." The Executioner remarked in a dark hollow voice, much more like that of a machine than the Judicator's AI, "Chances of the Zillar needing the surface to sustain life are high. Their civilian technology seems to be archaic when compared to that of their underground military technology. My calculations state that the chance they still might have some connection to the surface is 85%. Their stomach scans help to support this."

"Once again, we've been overcome by our own egos... We never expected the Zillar's ground forces to be anywhere near this advance, and look whats happened to us? We're forced with weighing the option of irradiating the planet or burning out the surface... I want word sent to the Empire that we may need to make use of more of our defense vessels, though the Conquest should remain only on stand-by."

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The colony's first phase was finally completed, the entire area lined with turrets and fences, with the militarized Geo-front built right under the colony itself. Hundreds of atmospheric bombers were making circles around the planet itself, bombing any heavily wooded areas, while soldiers on the ground were doing the same around the colony itself. Some forest would be spared for the time being, on the off chance that the Zillar surrendered or they discovered any sort of habitation or landing zones. Anything that survived the inferno around the colony was quickly shot to pieces and sent to one of various buildings to be processed into food. Between this, the forests being set on fire, and the blackened smoke from the factories, it was almost hard to tell that only some time ago the colonists were fighting for their very existence on the planet. The damage from below was suppressed by their foundations, and the interior damage was already being repaired.

Of the million colonists now on the surface, most were already inside of one of the buildings working within either the main landing zone, or one of the two smaller ones some distance away. Almost all of these colonists were either outside of working in various civilian vehicles at this point, giving the area an empty feel to it. Occasionally, a few Arusian Speed Suits and Kabalese Scouts were sent out to scout the area and assist with the burnings.

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The Ambassador slowly began to transmit a message to the Zillar themselves, hoping it would make it underground. Along with this, numerous unarmed probes were being sent, vocalizing the message in the Zillar's own language throughout the previously charred city, and down any further paths leading deeper within the planet. After it was sent, he showed Major Rhellos a copy, simply to see his reaction to it.

Surrender immediately. You are already aware of the lengths we are willing to go to secure the planet. Our patience has been stretched to its' limits, and the losses that the Triumvirate and Grealian Empire have suffered are no doubt incomprehensible to primitive beings such as you. Even if we must wipe burn down every tree on this planet, and irradiate every square inch of the underground, we will eventually slaughter you all if you do not surrender. Already, biological agents and chemical weapons are also being specially developed to exterminate you as well.

Your women and children will not be spared, and the longer this fighting goes on, the more horrific the punishment to your entire race will become. We are perfectly willing to capture and torture every single member of your race simply to prove a point to all opposition to us. If you care at all for the survival of your people, you will cease this pointless fighting, for there is no honor in your deaths, and before any salvation comes from the other planets held by your people, you will all be dead. The sole reason we are telling you all of this, is because we do not want to waste any more resources on wiping you out. Originally, we suspected seeing our military numbers would have caused you to surrender, though it appears we were mistaken.

If you have any shreds of reasoning within your violent minds, or sympathies for your mates and progeny, you must surrender within the next hour. There is a timer with this message, to allow you to know when your time has run out.

In time, your continued resistance will not only mean the deaths of you and your children, but the death of all Zillar. With our numerous allies and weaponry, we will cleanse your pathetic existences from the very universe itself. Your very existence will merely become another vague footnote in our history classes, and your worlds will become nothing more than scorched wastelands.

Sincerely,
Ambassador Obsidian

The numerous advertisements were quickly categorized and filtered back to the Executioner, along with the physical outlines of the trading vessels. As the transactions and contact with the Greal Empire slowly continued, most of the silver orbs slowly returned to where they were originally; the orbs quickly disappearing within a planet's atmosphere, or vanishing somewhere within the asteroid belt. They did not, by any appearance, seem to be Zillar vessels, but even with the current Non-Aggression Treaty, the Triumvirate Vessels were still very cautious. All foreign powers were dangerous and untrustworthy throughout the rest of the universe, having none of the glorious genetic conditioning that the right-minded Triumvirate Soldiers had gone through.

"So you're certain that they're not with Greal or the Zillar? Well, Executioner?" The tall, stoic dark haired Admiral said quietly, two rows of white-masked subordinates standing behind him, "Also, they're probably relying on the planet's surface to survive, correct? I want data on the Zillar's stomaches sent over to our science division. If they're eating anything from the surface, our scans may have missed a small cave where they could be coming from..."

There was a sudden blur in the air in front of the Admiral, as he sat back in his massive blackened throne, his eyes overlooking a vast array of 'trees' made out of wires and metal, all climbing from a floor below into the ceiling. The men and women below, subconsciously connected to the wiring, were forming the basis of the ship's many functions, though all was still controlled by a single entity; the Executioner itself. The ten foot blot of static suddenly formed a featureless white mask, an inky darkness frothing forth from the eyes as the Admiral looked up at the form the AI was taking.

"They are most definitely not with the Zillar... There is also very little probability of them being cohorts of the Greal Empire, though I will keep the pods in contact with them... They seem to be clogged with so many advertisements that I cannot get a good check on anything." The Executioner remarked in a dark hollow voice, much more like that of a machine than the Judicator's AI, "Chances of the Zillar needing the surface to sustain life are high. Their civilian technology seems to be archaic when compared to that of their underground military technology. My calculations state that the chance they still might have some connection to the surface is 85%. Their stomach scans help to support this."

"Once again, we've been overcome by our own egos... We never expected the Zillar's ground forces to be anywhere near this advance, and look whats happened to us? We're forced with weighing the option of irradiating the planet or burning out the surface... I want word sent to the Empire that we may need to make use of more of our defense vessels, though the Conquest should remain only on stand-by."

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The colony's first phase was finally completed, the entire area lined with turrets and fences, with the militarized Geo-front built right under the colony itself. Hundreds of atmospheric bombers were making circles around the planet itself, bombing any heavily wooded areas, while soldiers on the ground were doing the same around the colony itself. Some forest would be spared for the time being, on the off chance that the Zillar surrendered or they discovered any sort of habitation or landing zones. Anything that survived the inferno around the colony was quickly shot to pieces and sent to one of various buildings to be processed into food. Between this, the forests being set on fire, and the blackened smoke from the factories, it was almost hard to tell that only some time ago the colonists were fighting for their very existence on the planet. The damage from below was suppressed by their foundations, and the interior damage was already being repaired.

Of the million colonists now on the surface, most were already inside of one of the buildings working within either the main landing zone, or one of the two smaller ones some distance away. Almost all of these colonists were either outside of working in various civilian vehicles at this point, giving the area an empty feel to it. Occasionally, a few Arusian Speed Suits and Kabalese Scouts were sent out to scout the area and assist with the burnings.

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The Ambassador slowly began to transmit a message to the Zillar themselves, hoping it would make it underground. Along with this, numerous unarmed probes were being sent, vocalizing the message in the Zillar's own language throughout the previously charred city, and down any further paths leading deeper within the planet. After it was sent, he showed Major Rhellos a copy, simply to see his reaction to it.




The sure thing was, the Zillars did not take long to respond.


Ambassador, we will tell you one thing. If you kill our civilians, we will blast that colony of yours on the surface with our hell burners.

As for your surrender proposal, if you are willing to let our civilians and army leave this planet, then we will not bother your colony.

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Major Rhellos's men had suits capable of resisting radiation. The fresh battalion raised the morale of the survivors.

"Ambassador, I fear we have a long fight ahead of us." said major Rhellos, then he walked away to tend to the wounded.

A fine specimine of humanity would appear on the Greal ship's monitor if visual contact were made. The man had a professional look about him, young, dymanic, fit, and well groomed. Like any corporate represenative he wore a dazzling dress suit and tie. He wasn't a real human, of course. But what outsider would know the differance between the Pure (slang: born and bred human) and a Sym (slang: synthetic, cloned, or created). One thing that may have stood out, however, was a bar code under his left eye.

"Greetings galactic neighbor. We at Goldmine banking have many services to offer. It might be easier if I knew what you needed?"

He smiled charmingly, his tone casual and confident.

"We're looking to aquire some territory. Exotic goods, local manpower, minerals, refined goods finished products ... a little of everything."

While they spoke a wing of three need-like Mecha broke off from their patrols to fly along side the incoming trade and police ships. Opening communications a simulated voice spoke with the navigator, offering directions to one of the Goldmine Banking friehgters.

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While no action was taken to confront to silver observers they were hard pressed to get much useful information. The data streams they recieved would likely be clogged with advertisements. The Dominion seemed to use a powerhouse of a communication system. That or it was intentional ...

"We do wish to know if you sell fuel crystals." asked Captain Blaine to the trader.

Greal crews were moving around the ship, still at battlestations since they were worried about this stranger and Zillas coming any minute.

"Fuel crystals? I'm sure we can accomidate you."

For a few second he tapped at unseen controlls, brown eyes casting downward to read over some text off screen. A short time later a virtual catalog showcasing crystaline matrixes of varried speficications were open to the Greal trader's purusal. The varriety was quite extensive.

"If the the item you are looking for is not listed, we may be able to synthisize it, should you be willing to give me their specifications."

"Fuel crystals? I'm sure we can accomidate you."

For a few second he tapped at unseen controlls, brown eyes casting downward to read over some text off screen. A short time later a virtual catalog showcasing crystaline matrixes of varried speficications were open to the Greal trader's purusal. The varriety was quite extensive.

"If the the item you are looking for is not listed, we may be able to synthisize it, should you be willing to give me their specifications."

A computer "blaster" was on, ready to intercept anything dangerous that went into the computer program.

"Its....the...um,"Captain Blaine was reluctant to tell the name of the crystal, but he did anyway."Its called the Dawer Crystal, Have you heard of it?"

How likely was it that two different cultures would have the same exact name for a crystal? Not likely. But there were so many cultures floating through space, who knew how many of them Goldmine Banking had traded with.

"Dawer ... Dawer ..."

He seemed to be trying to place the name. As if repeating it aloud helped his remember where he heard the vaugely familiar sounds. Suddenly his face brightened he did somehting on on his end of the screen resulting in the catalog to scroll up to what the Greal had called fuel crystals.

"Ah, yes. Crystaline matrix 4387. We have one thousand units in stock. How many units were you hoping to purchase?"

The salesman smiled, obviously hoping for a big number. After a few seconds of eye contact his attention fell to some notes on the catalog before returning his attention to the potential buyer.

"If you require greater bulk we can replicate more for you. However Crytal matrix 4387, the Dawer Crystal, doesn't lend well to replication. The quality would be reduced, resulting in a shortened lifespan as a fuel source."

The sure thing was, the Zillars did not take long to respond.



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Major Rhellos's men had suits capable of resisting radiation. The fresh battalion raised the morale of the survivors.

"Ambassador, I fear we have a long fight ahead of us." said major Rhellos, then he walked away to tend to the wounded.

"Not so fast Rhellos... If they had Hell burners all this time, why hadn't they used them up to this point?" The Ambassador said with a smug grin on his face, as if contemplating what exactly they meant by that, "Surely they would have used it in self-defense long ago, but they did not... Rhellos, lets allow them to leave the planet's atmosphere..."

There was a brief pause, as Argos looked over at his Ambassador's face, "S-sir? What do you mean?"

"Those fools actually think we'll make a deal with primitive barbarians... We'll let them leave this planet alright, but the only way they'll leave this system is as a pile of dust. I don't have the authority to allow them to flee the system, though I most certainly have the authority to wipe them out as they get out of range of our colony... Major Rhellos, what do you think? If they get desperate enough they'll just use their hell burners anyways. We might as well evacuate the colonists, allow them to leave... Then kill them all as they leave the colony itself..."

"Sir, we don't have enough shuttles to evacuate every single colonist... And the colony itself has cost us-"

"Nonsense! We'll leave a hundred thousand or so to make it look as if they're still being maintained! Greal's forces may leave as well, if they don't want to take the risk. They won't even have time to enter a spacial rift... I'll teach those smug monsters a lesson for their insolence! Don't you agree Rhellos?"

"Not so fast Rhellos... If they had Hell burners all this time, why hadn't they used them up to this point?" The Ambassador said with a smug grin on his face, as if contemplating what exactly they meant by that, "Surely they would have used it in self-defense long ago, but they did not... Rhellos, lets allow them to leave the planet's atmosphere..."

There was a brief pause, as Argos looked over at his Ambassador's face, "S-sir? What do you mean?"

"Those fools actually think we'll make a deal with primitive barbarians... We'll let them leave this planet alright, but the only way they'll leave this system is as a pile of dust. I don't have the authority to allow them to flee the system, though I most certainly have the authority to wipe them out as they get out of range of our colony... Major Rhellos, what do you think? If they get desperate enough they'll just use their hell burners anyways. We might as well evacuate the colonists, allow them to leave... Then kill them all as they leave the colony itself..."

"Sir, we don't have enough shuttles to evacuate every single colonist... And the colony itself has cost us-"

"Nonsense! We'll leave a hundred thousand or so to make it look as if they're still being maintained! Greal's forces may leave as well, if they don't want to take the risk. They won't even have time to enter a spacial rift... I'll teach those smug monsters a lesson for their insolence! Don't you agree Rhellos?"

"I'm not so sure. The Zillar fleet is surely preparing for space combat, and our Fleet has orders to leave in 148 hours. Its a good plan, but it is a risk to leave 100,000 people here without us to protect them."

How likely was it that two different cultures would have the same exact name for a crystal? Not likely. But there were so many cultures floating through space, who knew how many of them Goldmine Banking had traded with.

"Dawer ... Dawer ..."

He seemed to be trying to place the name. As if repeating it aloud helped his remember where he heard the vaugely familiar sounds. Suddenly his face brightened he did somehting on on his end of the screen resulting in the catalog to scroll up to what the Greal had called fuel crystals.

"Ah, yes. Crystaline matrix 4387. We have one thousand units in stock. How many units were you hoping to purchase?"

The salesman smiled, obviously hoping for a big number. After a few seconds of eye contact his attention fell to some notes on the catalog before returning his attention to the potential buyer.

"If you require greater bulk we can replicate more for you. However Crytal matrix 4387, the Dawer Crystal, doesn't lend well to replication. The quality would be reduced, resulting in a shortened lifespan as a fuel source."

"We will buy them all then, how much for each one?

And by the way, you might want to send a smaller ship to deliver the crystals to our cargo ships." said Captain Blaine.

When pricing was asked, the salesman paused, as if listening to something the Greal Captain couldn't hear. Once his attention was back on Blaine those pale pnk lips formed a new smile.

"I'm assuming this is a government transaction? If so, rather than compensating Goldmine Banking with materials, would your government be willing to reimburse the Corporation with a percentage of your transmission bandwidth to broadcast continuously to your population?"

Without waited for response the salesman explained further.

"These transmissions would contain advertisements, entertainment, and job listings."

When pricing was asked, the salesman paused, as if listening to something the Greal Captain couldn't hear. Once his attention was back on Blaine those pale pnk lips formed a new smile.

"I'm assuming this is a government transaction? If so, rather than compensating Goldmine Banking with materials, would your government be willing to reimburse the Corporation with a percentage of your transmission bandwidth to broadcast continuously to your population?"

Without waited for response the salesman explained further.

"These transmissions would contain advertisements, entertainment, and job listings."

"Not really, I'm not authorized for that. We are only interested in purchasing Dawer crystals. Do you have a price yet?" asked Captain Blaine after a long pause.

"That's too bad. If you would, please inform your government of our interest."

The salesman seemed disappointed by how quickly the proposal was dismissed. But the expression disappeared quickly enough

"Our asking price for one thousand (1,000) dawer crystals is two thousand four hundred tons (2,400 total) of any combination of the following: naquida, boramite, duratanium, or titanium."

Thinking back to an earlier remark made by the Greal Captain he seemed to talk with someone that wasn't visible on screen before speaking once more.

"Your escort, Mecha F-A3-D7, should have directed you to the frieghter housing your purchase. You may dock at your liesure to conduct the transfer."

Indeed, the one of the finned needle shaped vessels escorting the Greal cargo ship had been trying to direct their nagivator towards a very specific freighter, it's voice a simulated mockery of a human's.

"That's too bad. If you would, please inform your government of our interest."

The salesman seemed disappointed by how quickly the proposal was dismissed. But the expression disappeared quickly enough

"Our asking price for one thousand (1,000) dawer crystals is two thousand four hundred tons (2,400 total) of any combination of the following: naquida, boramite, duratanium, or titanium."

Thinking back to an earlier remark made by the Greal Captain he seemed to talk with someone that wasn't visible on screen before speaking once more.

"Your escort, Mecha F-A3-D7, should have directed you to the frieghter housing your purchase. You may dock at your liesure to conduct the transfer."

Indeed, the one of the finned needle shaped vessels escorting the Greal cargo ship had been trying to direct their nagivator towards a very specific freighter, it's voice a simulated mockery of a human's.

"We have titanium on the cargo ships, in fact, more then enough." said Captain Blaine.

The lead Greal battleships watched the trader ships. If one thing went wrong, then the Greal naval ships would pounce on the traders like flies.

The cargo ship prepared to dock.

"Titanium it is. I'll have someone meet your representatives at the docking port."

Politely the salesman smiled before terminating the transmission. A channel was left open to the Greal ship, incase they had further need to speak with him.

The gargantuan arrow heads, still and sober creases in the darkness of space formed a protective line around their hulking freighters. While they certainly wanted to do buisness, the lack of trust seemed mutual.

Once the cargo ship had docked with the Dominion freighter the Mecha escort broke off and began patroling amongst the freighterss.

The frieghter didn't even budge as the forign vessel docked with it. Such was the bulk and gravitational stability of the craft. Presurization was short and when the docking port opened a woman dressed in a black suit waited. Along side her was a a score of laboring sturdy constructs with a humanoid shape. A bar code was printed where a cheek might thave been on a human. They were buisily carrying containers, and guiding them over to the docking port.

"Welcome aboard the Fellix. Your purchase is ready for transfer."

The woman greeting the first person to be seen from the Greal vessel with an amiable smile. In her left hand she held a data pad, waiting to offer it up to the first person willing to take responsability for the crystals.

"Titanium it is. I'll have someone meet your representatives at the docking port."

Politely the salesman smiled before terminating the transmission. A channel was left open to the Greal ship, incase they had further need to speak with him.

The gargantuan arrow heads, still and sober creases in the darkness of space formed a protective line around their hulking freighters. While they certainly wanted to do buisness, the lack of trust seemed mutual.

Once the cargo ship had docked with the Dominion freighter the Mecha escort broke off and began patroling amongst the freighterss.

The frieghter didn't even budge as the forign vessel docked with it. Such was the bulk and gravitational stability of the craft. Presurization was short and when the docking port opened a woman dressed in a black suit waited. Along side her was a a score of laboring sturdy constructs with a humanoid shape. A bar code was printed where a cheek might thave been on a human. They were buisily carrying containers, and guiding them over to the docking port.

"Welcome aboard the Fellix. Your purchase is ready for transfer."

The woman greeting the first person to be seen from the Greal vessel with an amiable smile. In her left hand she held a data pad, waiting to offer it up to the first person willing to take responsability for the crystals.

The first person the woman met was Lieutenant Dallix. He was a techar, or to other races, a big insect. There were humans and Berraxs also behind them, mostly marines. There were thousands of tons of Titanium on board the cargo ship.

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Captain Blaine left the screen and headed for the bridge.

"Well?" asked Captain Blaine to Commander Werrer who stood on deck, watching the trader ships.

"They have docked, and we are watching. If they do anything, our Megabolt cannons will make short work of them." said Commander Werrer

She stared at the bug a moment. Apperantly she had expected to see something else. But she was a professional.

"I just need your DNA imprint and name to legitamize the transfer."

The data pad was offered up to the officer. Behind her the frieghter seemed to be a mixture of warehouse and factory. There was security, but it was obvious this wasn't a military vessel.

Eight foot tall individuals in compact combat suits with what looked like high powered assault riflesheld position on overhead walkways. From behind mirrored visors they kept an eye on everything, not just the new comers.

Meanwhile, the laboring Mecha seemed about ready to bring their load of crystals board the Greal ship, once the formalities ended.

She stared at the bug a moment. Apperantly she had expected to see something else. But she was a professional.

"I just need your DNA imprint and name to legitamize the transfer."

The data pad was offered up to the officer. Behind her the frieghter seemed to be a mixture of warehouse and factory. There was security, but it was obvious this wasn't a military vessel.

Eight foot tall individuals in compact combat suits with what looked like high powered assault riflesheld position on overhead walkways. From behind mirrored visors they kept an eye on everything, not just the new comers.

Meanwhile, the laboring Mecha seemed about ready to bring their load of crystals board the Greal ship, once the formalities ended.

He gave her the DNA imprint and gave his name as Lieutenant Joes Dallix. Greal crews began preparing to use large equipment to offload the Titanium.

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Meanwhile, three Greal fighters flew by the trader ship, checking it out.

The Dominion represenative smiled and the Mecha got to work carrying the crystals to the Greal shop.

"Thank you. Now that buisness is out of the way, would you like a tour of the ship? It is our custom to share a drink after a sale."

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The reflective black hulls of the massive arrow head shaped ships were exceedingly dense. So much so that scans would have a hard time penetrating them. If it weren't for visual contact and the constant advertisements coming from the ships, a person would be lucky to pick them up at all. The advertisements themselves were clogging up most incoming information, which may have played a role in the difficulties. None of the ships seemed to have external weapons.

"I'm not so sure. The Zillar fleet is surely preparing for space combat, and our Fleet has orders to leave in 148 hours. Its a good plan, but it is a risk to leave 100,000 people here without us to protect them."

"I suppose you're right. We'll make a deal with the Zillar... They are to evacuate every single citizen at within exactly 90 hours, and no harm shall come to them..." He then sighs, "Until they leave orbit. Its a shame that my nation lacks as effective a space cruiser as your own... I'm afraid our current forces around orbit within the system would not stand up to another mass of Zillar ships... Perhaps your nation could help us, or perhaps that strange trade vessel I've been receiving signals from? In any case, the Zillar will merely attack our colony whether we let them live or not. They are not to be trusted, so we'll be sure to wipe them out as soon as they're in orbit, with the help of your nation perhaps..."

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High Admiral Karias sat down, having received a message from the Ambassador on the planet below. The AI was rather annoyed by the signals being jammed by those strange trade ships, though Obsidian did indeed have a point... It would probably be hard to receive that many on such short notice, but they would be able to mass produce them as soon as they managed to break the schematics down. With a few strokes of his hand against an invisible keyboard, a message was sent to the Greal Armada.

"Gracious hosts, protectors, and fellow allies... It has come to my attention that your nation will be pulling out of this sector within 148 hours. This would leave my people vastly under-protected, and upon our defeat of the Zillar, we are expecting more than a few attacks from abroad. While we are more than adept at the creation of Capital Ships and mass-produced fighters, we've struck quite a few roadblocks when it has come to a cruiser that our entire navy is able to use... Perhaps your nation could help us acquire a few? We will of course, be paying you in full, along with offering numerous beneficial arrangements between our two Empires. If you can't spare them, please send word out to any of your allies that we are in need of some military cruisers as soon as possible. Also, are you aware of the ships you are dealing with? An ally of yours perhaps?"