NationStates Jolt Archive

"If this is true, this could mean war."
"Are you ready for war, Captain?" asked Lio quietly. "You and your nation. Last time you fought the Greali, you were evenly matched. But what of now? In a full battle, more than a small skirmish, can you be sure Calaverias can come out victorious?"
Administrative Building...
Erus sat quietly inside his quarters, looking out the window without really seeing what was beyond it. He could not hear the rhythmic steps of his Guards boots, but he knew they were there, outside in the hall. Abruptly, in the sky there was a flash of...something. Light? No. Fire? It certainly looked like atmospheric burn. But he could see no ship associated with it landing. Strange. He frowned and leaned closer, straining his perfect vision augmented by implants to see down several blocks away into the mouth of an empty square...

Twilight

Alexander unhooked himself as they toured space. He walked over and took a seat next to Lio " Yes, but we don't have multiple worlds that can act as barriars against attacks, only observerd worlds with few defenses and camps."

Administrative building

Two stalkers made there way to the flash of light in the sky.

Bump-

OCC: deserted, whatever you say, how are you going to get to the great leader in a deserted area, the great leader is in a administrative building, you want to fight through the Calaverian people to get to him, if so your chances are zilch.

Administrative building

The Great leader sat in a white chair, he awaited the Xiscapian that would be his highest commander, to lead his forces into victory. He had already gotten the message that they were Korr mercenaries, most likely the Greali hired them. He was getting tired of all this outside stress, something had to be done to let Celestis indipendant from aggression. Hopefully this Xiscapian was cabable of leading an army and Observer.

OOC: Some of the Black Guard have abilities.....
IC:

"Are you alright guys?" asked Malker struggling to get up. He checked his location, he was pretty far from the administrative building.

"Yeah." said some of the Black Guards. The drop ships impacted the ground harder then originally thought.

They grabbed their blasters and put on their suits, which had stealth functions. Malker looked around at his surroundings........

OOC:Sorry so long-several outside issues delay me in posting, and I wish to apologize, as this is going to be a continuing situation
IC: Morga met with the publisher, handing his documents over, then had his lunch with Joyce, apparently Roy's cousin who was romantically involved with her garbage collector, a Kash clone who forgot her entirely every third day.
Possessed of the conviction of self-delusion, she was certain she could make it work.
Morga had all he needed-he dispatched a bolongo to Firefox Rose, and abandoned Roy-the identity would serve no purpose, now. It was time to alert the Ordo Annilla.
The first operation was fairly simple-the water supply for the city was well-guarded, but the Ordo Annilla knew how to deal with guards, and Morga soon added several chemicals to the reservoir.
It wasn't deadly, or even troublesome-Morga would have used Trilone if he wished to snuff out the city-instead, he mixed several muri chemicals that changed the water, giving it all the properties of human blood. Within two hours, every tap in the city would spill out gouts of blood, and it was best he be away by then...

Soon the area of impact was surrounded by GOU, after scraping around with the parts an alert was sent out of an inusrgency on the city. Reserve GOU units were called to duty. Stalkers ran down the streets searching for the cloaked enemy's. The blood deal with the water supplie was fixed, it caused slight panic in the city. The Grea Leader announced it as a problem with the water, and it was being fixed immediatly. Kash sat in his office " I can not let anything more happen, Celestis is under lockdown now, im recalling four Observers to the world, they will have there Probe fighters patrol the city constantly and provide space support...Things are getting strange." he sent to all the Observers he needed. Kash then sent out a public message " The enemy is within us, practice caution when venturing outside in the streets, report anything unusual. The enemy hides...we will flush them out."

Erus's Quarters...
Administrative Overseer, General Overseer, Chief Overseer, Xiscapian Ambassador to Calaverias and the Great Leader's emissary and interpreter Erus listened to one of his Guards without expression. "Celestis is in a state of lock-down, sir," reported the Guard. "The armed forces are pulling into their reserves for additional soldiers to patrol the streets, and none of the "insurgents" have been captured or killed as of yet. There has also been that incident with the water-"
"Ah, yes," Erus waved his hand, smiling in amusement. "How surprised I was to turn on the shower and find myself, for the second time today, drenched in scarlet liquid. A very clever imitation of blood, I must say. Seems this "unexplained but entirely harmless" phenomenon, as the Great Leader put it, has put everyone rather on edge."
"Yes sir," said the Guard blandly. "The Great Leader has posted additional GOU outside your quarters, sir, with four in the hall, two in the street below, and a hunter unit on the rooftop adjacent. Agent Tokala has observed the crash site, and the wreckage appears to be that of Greali drop ships. We suspect Greali Black Guards have spread throughout the city, but the fact that they managed to land so close to the Administrative Building is troubling. We could be attacked at any time, and the the drop ships could have been carrying up to a hundred twenty soldiers."
"Mmm, yes," mused Erus, stroking his utterly hairless chin. "And what can you tell me of your Intergalactic Empire counterparts, Agent Klaff?"
The Klaff shifted ever so slightly, perceivable to Erus's close eye as being irritated by being compared to the Greali. "There is roughly two hundred thousand there by our intelligence estimates. They are the deadliest Greal has, and are extensively trained in all areas of combat and weapons and vehicle operations. Normally they are, as one might guess, body guards, but it appears they are being used as scouts and shock troops as well. Of course," he sniffed, "they are no where near our standards of training."
Erus smiled. "Of course, of course. Now, is that all?"
Klaff shook his head. "That is all, Overseer."
"Good. Keep Tokala roaming, and resume your position in the hall. If the Black Guards attack, I want you with the Administrative Security to stop the Guards from getting to the Great Leader for as long as possible."
Klaff bowed. "It will be done, Overseer."
Streets...
Black Guard Tokala crept silently down a small side street, alert for any noise or twisting of the shadows that indicated someone else was here unseen. He had his passive camouflage activated, keen senses sharpened to a fine edge for the enemy. This area was quiet, but aside from the sound of GOU jackboots on concrete and the occasional hum as a Stalker drove by or the roar of a passing Probe fighter, it was like that everywhere. All the non-soldier clones, inherently obedient to the Great Leader, were going outside as little as possible, and the rest of the citizens were inclined to mimic them. It was dark and the identical buildings loomed high, some unlit, making perfect places for spies and scouts to hide in, such as warehouses, workplaces closed down by the elimination of the private industry, unused storage facilities, and so on. Agent Tokala knew if he could find one, just one Black Guard, he could find them all.
Twilight Observer, Celestis Orbit...
Lio gazed out over the metropolis that was Celestis, lights burning evenly across the entire night side. Chamblin popped up on the holographic emitter, a somewhat elderly kitsune in a suit with the demeanor that simply screamed "Butler" and the posh, snobbish attitude of wealthy aristocrats across the universe. "Finished, Madam Overseer." he said with a straightening of his bow tie. "According to my trajectory calculations," a map came up beside him showing the crash site of the drop ships highlighted red, then a single line spanning upward to color a generous area of space, "the ejecting vessel, assuming it's position stayed constant, should be somewhere in this area of space. Now, we know that if a capital ship was the ejector vessel, it's signature would have been spotted by the GTO systems. Most small craft in the Greal Navy are not sufficiently large nor equipped to handle four drop ships. This indicates that either a Orlin Class Mine Ship or Lasom Class Frigate, modified for stealth of course, could carry the drop ships to their target destination. These two ships are sufficiently close in size to not require major adjustments to your proposed plan."
Lio nodded. "Thank you, Chamblin. You have been a great help." She turned and strode across the bridge to Alexander. "Now, Captain, I have something in mind. I need you to listen to me very carefully, and follow my instructions to the letter..."
Celestis Orbit...
A short time later the hanger doors of the Twilight opened and a single Probe fighter glided out into space. Heading away from it's mother Observer, the pilot, a Kash clone, checked over his status. He cycled his cannon weapons to the appropriate one, and engaged his targeting computer. Before him there was only empty space, but with a jerk of the control stick the Heavy-plasma cannons on the chin swung, locked into position, and fired.
A maelstrom of fast-moving bits of metal spat from the cannons, spinning and tumbling away into space, moving in a perfectly straight line. They impacted the cloaked frigate's shields, outlining it, and the tell-tale glow as they reflected off the plasma shielding was a dead giveaway.
Bridge...
Lio nodded, and one of the ensigns on the bridge sent a message to cannon control, who fired the Observer's main laser armement at a third of it's power. The invisible blast sprung out of the dish on the Twilight and connected with the engines on the frigate as the shrapnel exposed it, utterly destroying their ability to move and probably damaging weapons and systems and making hull breaches as well. In an instant over a hundred and fifty Probe fighters darted out of the Twilight's hanger and attacked the crippled frigate, aiming to disable the Greali vessel's array of weapons and hopefully board it...
OOC: I'll leave the actual space/boarding battle up to you guys.

OCC: Bravo for thep ost Xiscapia, very well done.

GOU troops were now switching to thermal detection while others went with X-ray scans. If any weapon or heat signature that was unusual came up it would be fire upon by either tranq darts or live rounds. The Stalkers drove down streets making patrols and scanning the area, there dual-50.caliber tritanium armed machine guns could literaly turn some building to junk. The Hunter unit on top of the Administrative building was laying on there stomachs, one for each side of the roof. There Safari railgun sniper rifles scanned the streets for any funny business that the Greal might be up to at this moment.

Twilight

"Incredible..." Alexander said to Lio " Nice job" he turned to one of his officers " I want all those aboard that ship captured, if this isn't possible, kill them." "Yes sir" The man said before turning to his panel and updating the missions, these mission would show up in the cockpits of Probe fighters.

Cockpit of Probe fighters

The sound of a women filled the cockpit as well as the mission breifing in holotext. The A.I female read the mission outloud to her pilots.
....Mission Updated

Priority: Disable Vessel's engines first, then proceed to any weapons.

Secondary: Secure the space around the vessle and search for any escape pods that might have take off, destroy these escape pods.

OCC: Xiscapia, my fighters use heavy-plasma cannons on a chin turret, no projectiles for me ^^.

The Terminator

The frigate had stayed away from the enemy ships carefully, but not carefully enough, the blast had damaged its two hangers, and killed one quarter of the crew. The frigate suffered extensive damage, but was still able to move, but not able to jump unfortunately. Captain Wess worked furiously to fix the damage. meanwhile, he ordered the drop ships on the ground to return, if they could. He also decided to call in a cruiser, which was cloaked, but the cloaking was off. The frigate fired its remaining AS guns at the attacking probe fighters.

The cruiser had yet to arrive.......

Celestis

The Stealthy drop ships took off again, before the Black Guards could do any damage. The SOS message had come from their frigate and they had to return. Malker's first Black Guard mission was a total failure.

The massive Observer quickly headed towards the damaged vessel. The Terminators AS were doing okay, they had destoryed six Probe fighters. This angered the Observer as it unleashed another one hundred fighters, the white ships literally swarming around the Terminator. They fired at the ships AS guns seeking to cripple the ship further. Being as the Observer was so large, it began to literally beam th drop ships into its hangars, which were filled with GOU armed with Scorpion's and War-Path assault rifles. A shield would be created around the drop ships so they couldnt fire upon troops within the hangar. Magnetic feilds would be set to bring the dropships to the hangar floor. The Twilight began charging her secondary Plasma-Ping cannons to destroy the Terminator should it try anything funny.

Celestis

GTO systems were now online and visibly able to track the Greal ship. They awaited orders to obliterate the ship that had shown itself to the Great Leader.

The massive Observer quickly headed towards the damaged vessel. The Terminators AS were doing okay, they had destoryed six Probe fighters. This angered the Observer as it unleashed another one hundred fighters, the white ships literally swarming around the Terminator. They fired at the ships AS guns seeking to cripple the ship further. Being as the Observer was so large, it began to literally beam th drop ships into its hangars, which were filled with GOU armed with Scorpion's and War-Path assault rifles. A shield would be created around the drop ships so they couldnt fire upon troops within the hangar. Magnetic feilds would be set to bring the dropships to the hangar floor. The Twilight began charging her secondary Plasma-Ping cannons to destroy the Terminator should it try anything funny.

Celestis

GTO systems were now online and visibly able to track the Greal ship. They awaited orders to obliterate the ship that had shown itself to the Great Leader.

OOC: I did state the hangers were damage and any ship is unable to land on my frigate, through the hangers, including my drop ships....

OOC: Okay, now Greal, how exactly did your Black Guards, every single one of them, manage to get back to the drop ships, which were under extensive guard by GOU, without a huge firefight or at least being seen? NC's GTO would have annihilated the escaping drop ships anyway, unless he decided to try and capture them. Because this all already happened a few posts back, I'm not going to make a huge fuss about it, but Greal you have a TG. Also, NC only said he beamed your drop ships into his hanger, and never said anything about ships going into yours. If that's your way of repelling boarding parties, they could just come though an airlock or cut their way though the hull if they wanted to.
IC:
Overseer Lio was in the hanger of the Twilight as the four drop ships were captured and surrounded by GOU. She watched serenely, waiting for the soldiers inside to come out. The Greali Black Guards would be held in Calaverian custody until everything could be sorted out. They would probably ultimately end up in Xiscapian hands. It was only fair, really, considering Lio had seen the opportunity and essentially captured them by herself.

OOC: I did state the hangers were damage and any ship is unable to land on my frigate, through the hangers, including my drop ships....

OCC: I don't care aobut your hangars, i basically beamed your dropships into my hangars.

OOC: I'm going to edit my post and say my Black Guards were stuck on the ground. However, the drop ships did take off in panic and only had robot pilots inside.

(OOC:Excuse the interruption, but posting is a bear of late, and I have to take my time when I can)
IC: Morga observed the cloning facility carefully-several hours had yeilded fruitful results. The facility only contained Kash clones, which was hardly a bother, as Kash's features and bio-signature were in his hologram already. Armed guards patrolled in pairs-fortunately, military minds are trained to obedience and compliance with authority, so again there were no fears.
The locks required Kash's voice to recite:"Soylent Green is people", a phrase which forced all the major vowel sounds out and would be responded to only in Kash's voice. Morga's own voice could not even pronounce some of these sounds, but his bolongo could imitate Kash Wilson perfectly.
The other security measures were retinal scans and DNA tests, but if this was meant to hinder him, at least Kash had the courtesy of filling the place with keys for these locks.
Morga had already turned out all the lights in Roy's apartment and broken the bulb activated by the entry switch, then blown out all the pilots to allow the apartment to fill up with natural gas. In the event no one on Celestis had seen a horror film and knew to turn on lights before entering a dangerous area, he had left the fifinella with instructions to generate a spark when people entered-it would doubtless grow bored waiting, and a bored fifinella tended to procreate, which was all to the good. The AIs tended to enjoy destruction and were the embodiment of the later "Murphy's Law" which came about largely due to their actions.
Morga had a different scheme, one he hadn't bothered to fill the fifinella in on-they were treacherous and untrustworthy, but perfect agents of discord.
Using the skills garnered during twenty years as a Stone Age hunter, and millenia as an agent of the Ordo Annilla, he crept up on two guards patrolling the grounds.
While having an eight foot tall, 800+ pound muri drop on one would doubtless ensure unconsciousness, Morga had sprayed them with narcotics from his wrist bracers as he delicately smacked their heads together-humans were so fragile.
As they slept, he duct-taped their mouths shut, then applied tourniquets to their wrists and bit their hands off before carefully removing their eyes and placing them in his shade box for preservation, their hands also. He left them alive as new hands and eyes could be grown later, and humans are pack animals-it is much harder to leave a living, albeit injured, human than it is to leave a corpse.
His lune was ghosting in the electronic highway-it would block any outgoing distress signal, and held a prerecorded message insisting on a full lockdown until reinforcements came. Those within would be alone with Morga to his heart's content.
Kash had made it so easy for him-with everyone appearing the same, the trick was appearing as if one belonged.
Morga was interested in the state of Calveran cloning technology. Long ago, a human named Harlowe Gault-a brilliant biochemist-had developed the Gault protoplasm-an organic construct that mimicked whatever it came into contact with. A few healthy cells could develop an entire organ suitable for the donor, making organ transplants as dangerous as rhinoplasty.
Sadly, Gault was ambitious, and rather than blessing the world had embarked upon a career as a terrorist and assassin, until the Ordo Annilla brought him down. The protoplasm was shared with the Ordo Xiola Umbari, who worked out many of the bugs-the protoplasm couldn't replicate nerves perfectly, usually resulting in heavier nerve cells and a retarded brain, but other organs were replicated perfectly. The Ordo Xiola Umbari used it to heal all who required such, but the Ordo Annilla used it to recruit sleepers.
Morga was very interested in how Kash Wilson overcame the various complications of cloning.
It was actually amazingly simple-ultrasounds to identify problems, then laser surgery on a cellular level to correct them.
Morga began his work in earnest, then-the computers were reset, fixing the problem of the clones-he simply let the computer know the cells were meant to be frogs instead of Kash Wilson, and set a virus to encode this into the hardware of the facility.
It was petty, but Kash would have to shut this facility down and take it apart, rebuilding everything fresh, or it would produce nothing but man-sized frogs, correcting first it's current batch, then all later.
Morga was somewhat piqued this would not receive the notice it deserved, but he would think of something. Of course, now it was time to move on...

OOC: NC or Xiscapia?

The cloning facility's were all stopped immediatly, no more clones would be able to come out for two days. It wasn't a huge set back, he easily had enough clones to field his army's and armada. However, new codes were being put in place, more guards, as well as devices that constantly recorded activity, atuomatically fixing problems. The frog people were killed on sight by GOU troopers and even some civilians. As the space battle raged, on the ground it was chaos to the great leaders ears, not for the population, btu for himself. He was sure something was up, he orderd another doubling of the gaurd for all positions. Units were being deployed to find this intruder at all costs, he was ruining vital time for the Great Leader.

OCC: awaiting Greal's response to beaming.

bump-

OOC: I'm going to edit my post and say my Black Guards were stuck on the ground. However, the drop ships did take off in panic and only had robot pilots inside.

OOC: NC, did you read this?

OCC:no sorry, ill wait.

bump-still waiting, and sorry about not being on often im just busy in RL, and i wont be on very much for the next three or four days.

The Black Guards on the ground stared as their only transports left them. They were now pinned down by the enemy......


OOC: Sorry for the short pot.

OOC:I understand completely-I have my own RL issues. However, I cannot lie back, as I've no idea when I'll have time again, so please forgive me, and any mistakes will be corrected when I post again.
IC:Morga was pleased-he really hadn't thought any of the frogs would actually escape, but some had, to encounter civilians, so doubtless more were loose.
Life, the great adapter, would flow on-if only one of the altered clones dropped it's male traits, a species of giant frog would plague Calveras. He wished he'd supplied them with claws, fangs, and venom, but hindsight is 20/20.
His mission was not the cloning facilities-it would take months, perhaps years, before security was lax enough to allow a second go, and he really didn't have that time, which was why he'd dredged himself out of the sewers to the trash dumps of Celestis.
The Great Leader was, of course, very hip on recycling, but humans generated far too much waste to be sorted easily, so piles of it were pushed in out-of-the-way corners to await sorting, and Nature, being the opportunist it was, had taken advantage of this.
The junkyard was filled with opportunistic animals looking for an easy meal, and most had vermin, seeking the same thing.
It was fairly simple-the ingredients were all readily available, and Morga had manufactured a sizable quantity of the powder he was spreading. It wasn't harmful, nor did it have an effect on mammals-but the fleas they bore-on them it carried an effect. It heightened their sex drive and reproduction at a cost in lifespan, but it would be enough.
Celestis had many garbage dumps, and Morga spread his powder-the fleas would grow beyond their hosts' capacity to sustain them, and being animals, would require more, and become emboldened by hunger. Fleas, of course, jump. Soon, the garbage collectors would become hosts, and through them, the fleas would spread throughout the city. Normally, a mere prank, but these fleas had come off wild animals, and some would spread disease, which would adapt to cross species, and mammals were all basically the same...

It quickly became apparent that no soldiers had been aboard the drop ships. Lio shook her head. Still on Celestis, still uncaptured, still a threat. "Destroy the drop ships," she pointed to the four squat vessels held to the deck and opened a vox to the Captain. "Inform your ground command of this and request an increase of patrols on-planet. Release dogs, insects, even gas if you have to, but these infiltrators must be found. Lock-down will remain in effect until every last one is captured or killed."
Celestis...
Tokala had watched as the drop ships flew away, and now he had a bead on something. On his thermal imaging scanners he could see the barest outline of a form, perhaps internal fans working too fast. Nevertheless, unseen, he knelled, aimed, and fired a single shot into where he determined the right leg should be. The sound of the fire would bring GOU running, and he might have a captive to question.

It quickly became apparent that no soldiers had been aboard the drop ships. Lio shook her head. Still on Celestis, still uncaptured, still a threat. "Destroy the drop ships," she pointed to the four squat vessels held to the deck and opened a vox to the Captain. "Inform your ground command of this and request an increase of patrols on-planet. Release dogs, insects, even gas if you have to, but these infiltrators must be found. Lock-down will remain in effect until every last one is captured or killed."
Celestis...
Tokala had watched as the drop ships flew away, and now he had a bead on something. On his thermal imaging scanners he could see the barest outline of a form, perhaps internal fans working too fast. Nevertheless, unseen, he knelled, aimed, and fired a single shot into where he determined the right leg should be. The sound of the fire would bring GOU running, and he might have a captive to question.

OOC: Xis, who is this Tokala, just interested in knowing.........

They did exactly as she said. GOU fired nerve gas that killed into buildings that were abonded, killing some civilians, they were desposed of. Dogs barked as they were released, these dogs weren't normal, they were geneticly specified for combat, large sharp teeth and high muscle mass. They looked liked bulky wolfes with a little less fur. The frogs were found and killed on site. Medical units were swift to attack the bio assault that was done by the spy. Extra patrols were happening around the planet again. At least three soldiers a block, if not more. The Great Leader was calming the people down, saying they must be strong and hold through. The terrorists would be aprehended and dealt with by the people.

OCC: IM BACK!!!

OOC: Tokala is the name of one of the two Black Guards sent to protect the Administrative Overseer, General Overseer, Chief Overseer, Xiscapian Ambassador to Calaverias and the Great Leader's emissary and interpreter Erus. He has been commanded by him to hunt for the Greali Black Guards and bring one in for interrogation. Failing that, he will kill him and find another.

Morga wasn't about to rest idle-though his fleas were already reproducing at an ungodly rate, he had to set the next phase in action. His powder was still key, but it was simplicity to produce. This time, he was slaughtering animals and dousing the remains with his powder-it would affect the carrion insects, bringing flies, flies that had eaten the corpses, and doubtless picked up a tidbit or two along the way.
He had tainted the water, the cloning facility, and now the dumps and the mild wilderness outside the city...
Wilson's security would be tight, but he had a mundane mind, looking only at the obvious threats to his power. Morga's actions, though public enough to shake faith in the Great Leader, were nuisances at best. It was time to up the ante, and that meant preparation...

Malker looked around for any enemy through his specially made goggles. The Calaverians had surrounded them and they were probably thinking they want to captured the Greal Black Guards. But The Calaverians had never faced the Black Guard on this kind of mission. Malker was ready to transform into a Calaverian.

OOC: Greal, because you posted no response to me I'm going to assume I hit and disabled the Guard I shot at. If this is not so, please post to prove me wrong and I will edit.
IC:
The enemy Black Guard became visible as the blaster bolt connected with his left knee and dropped hard, coming down curled around his gun to avoid losing it, twisting to get off a shot at Tokala. The kitsune avoided the blast, dropping his rifle, and dove on the wounded man, seizing his head and slamming it repeatedly into the ground. The enemy soldier struggled for a moment but went limp as he became dazed. Tokala heard the growl of a Stalker coming up the street and the clatter of GOU jackboots on concrete and knew he didn't have much time. Grabbing his rifle and dragging the human into the shadows of a nearby alley, Tokala jammed a pistol under his chin. "Alright, talk. Where's the rest of your mates, and who's your primary targets?"

OOC: I was responding to NC. Sorry man.
IC:

The Black Guard that Tokala was about to fire on was named Semlia. She looked around cautiously for any enemy troops and moved silently forward. Her stealth function was on and her thermal imaging could see GOU troopers everywhere. Semlia suddenly felt pain on her right leg. A enemy had somehow spotted her and shot her in the right leg. Luckily, the bullet did not penetrate her light but powerful body armor, she was only bruised slightly. She turned on her thermal imaging and spotted a knelling figure. She fired at the figure with her blaster. All this had happened in less then five seconds.

OOC: I shot a blaster, but whatever, this works too.
IC:
Surprisingly the shot did not appear to effect the enemy, and faster than Tokala would have given him credit for the Guard spun and flipped off a bolt. Tokala dove to the side from his position, the bolt missing his by inches, firing all the way in the direction of the Greali, before rolling and coming up just behind a wall. Hopefully he had been disabled, but if not Tokala needed to stop him from escaping. He blind fired around the corner before cautiously peeking out to discern if he had wounded the Guard.

OOC: I shot a blaster, but whatever, this works too.
IC:
Surprisingly the shot did not appear to effect the enemy, and faster than Tokala would have given him credit for the Guard spun and flipped off a bolt. Tokala dove to the side from his position, the bolt missing his by inches, firing all the way in the direction of the Greali, before rolling and coming up just behind a wall. Hopefully he had been disabled, but if not Tokala needed to stop him from escaping. He blind fired around the corner before cautiously peeking out to discern if he had wounded the Guard.

The shots missed her, but by a few inches, firing blindly around the corner was slightly effective. She quickly hid behind a wall as the enemy trooper fired again. She then heard a pause in the shooting and she spun around to fire blindly also. She had called for help, but the other Black Guards were on their mission, quietly advancing through the planet.

As Tokala looked around he barely had enough time to hurridly retract back in as a flurry of laser bolts flew past where his head had been. They were not far from the Administration Building: He contacted Klaff over their secure link, informing him he had one of the enemy pinned down and would be taking him momentarily. Tokala didn't know where the GOU who were supposed to be guarding this block were, but he was glad they hadn't showed up: If they did, they would probably kill the man he intended to take captive. Catiously Tokala cracked open the door of the unlocked abaondoned business he had been using as cover: Crime was virtually non-existant on Calaverias, due to the clone population not being inclined towards such things and everyone else brainwashed or terrified into obedience.

Creeping along the empty, unlit asiles, he came to where he could see the enemy Guard outside the window. A second door was around the corner from him, and he slipped though that one and approached him on silent feet. The Guard was flat against the wall, and just leaning to take a look to see what his foe was doing when Tokala hit him with a flying tackle from the side, rifle strapped securely to his back. They both landed heavily, Tokala on top, trying to knock the enemie's rifle away and pin him.

As Tokala looked around he barely had enough time to hurridly retract back in as a flurry of laser bolts flew past where his head had been. They were not far from the Administration Building: He contacted Klaff over their secure link, informing him he had one of the enemy pinned down and would be taking him momentarily. Tokala didn't know where the GOU who were supposed to be guarding this block were, but he was glad they hadn't showed up: If they did, they would probably kill the man he intended to take captive. Catiously Tokala cracked open the door of the unlocked abaondoned business he had been using as cover: Crime was virtually non-existant on Calaverias, due to the clone population not being inclined towards such things and everyone else brainwashed or terrified into obedience.

Creeping along the empty, unlit asiles, he came to where he could see the enemy Guard outside the window. A second door was around the corner from him, and he slipped though that one and approached him on silent feet. The Guard was flat against the wall, and just leaning to take a look to see what his foe was doing when Tokala hit him with a flying tackle from the side, rifle strapped securely to his back. They both landed heavily, Tokala on top, trying to knock the enemie's rifle away and pin him.

However, she did not give up easily. She, instead of grabbing her rifle, she grabbed her "quiet" sidearm and let off a few shots at the enemy's leg or hand, she did really aim, then, she used the butt of the sidearm to hit him or at least take some pressure off her.

Meanwhile, another Black Guard heard her "distress" call and rushed over to the scene quickly....

One shot clipped Tokala in the shoulder, but this only seemed to make him angry. He didn't appear to feel it as Semlia hit him with the gun, putting both hands around her throat and attempting to cut off her air, pressing down on her windpipe to close it. As they struggled Klaff had arrived and watched quietly from a nearby rooftop before he spotted the movement of another Guard running to join them. Klaff calmly unslung his rifle, stared though the scope, and squeezed off a shot at the running figure. The rifle was made to kill from a distance, and even the armor wouldn't help against the superheated bolt of energy, especially because Klaff had aimed for a head shot and had been trained and conditioned extensively in marksmen school...

Two Stalkers screecehd down the street and stopped to help the Kitsune. The stalkers turned there Twin 50.cal machine guns towards there position. Three GOU dropped out of each Stalker armed with War-Path assault rifles, with tranq ammo. A probe fighter circled above keeping an eye on the situation. A GOU yelled through a microphone " Give up, we have you surrounded, if you resist you will be beaten animal!." They carried stun sticks with them, electricty pulsing from the ends. One of the vehicles fire twenty rounds as a warning shot, the rounds spiltered through walls and anything else that was in there way. All around the city GOU were getting reports and converging on enemy positions, however it hadn't really heated up yet.

bump

One shot clipped Tokala in the shoulder, but this only seemed to make him angry. He didn't appear to feel it as Semlia hit him with the gun, putting both hands around her throat and attempting to cut off her air, pressing down on her windpipe to close it. As they struggled Klaff had arrived and watched quietly from a nearby rooftop before he spotted the movement of another Guard running to join them. Klaff calmly unslung his rifle, stared though the scope, and squeezed off a shot at the running figure. The rifle was made to kill from a distance, and even the armor wouldn't help against the superheated bolt of energy, especially because Klaff had aimed for a head shot and had been trained and conditioned extensively in marksmen school...

The Black Guard was prepared, but not for this. He died instantly, and the body suddenly disappeared. Semlia then took out a grenade in her "pocket" and muttered "We always die, but never get captured." Then the plasma grenade exploded, shaking the ground slightly.

Warlord Starbase

Commander Rammer was ordered by the Militayr Command to meet the Korr again. He specifically wanted to meet Yoki again. A heavily encrypted transmission was sent to the Korr. Rammer hoped they would pick up the message (And hopefully send Yoki and her bodyguard again).

We have another job for you. Please meet Commander Rammer at the warlord starbase.

Klaff descended from the rooftop as he watched the Guard's body vanish from sight, surrounded by GOU and Stalkers. He looked to Tokala and his opponent just in time to see a bright blue glow, and watched his comrade fling himself away from the enemy as the Greali soldier exploded apart, having committed suicide via a plasma grenade. Tokala was thrown far but not high, tumbling along for a few feet before hitting the ground, bouncing once, and slamming into the wall of a nearby building, cracking it and bringing dust and fragments raining about him. Klaff pointed to one of the Kash Clones who appeared to bear a rank of significant command. "You. There's a body on the ground a few feet back from where that scorch mark on the street is, it's cloaked. It will be a Greali man in armor, I want you to strip him of his armor and dispose of the corpse, bringing all his equipment to Overseer Erus once it has been fully disassembled. Any and all other of the enemy encountered I want taken alive and brought to me, but failing that your men should shoot on sight. Lock down is to be maintained, and any impostors are to be detained." With that Klaff strode off to check on his groaning, swearing comrade extracting himself from the rubble of the wall.
Warlord Starbase...
Once again the transport (http://drman.deviantart.com/art/Assault-Transport-37787169) landed in one of the hangers of the starbase, and with somewhat less ceremony than before Yoki, identically clad since her last visit, met once again on the hanger floor with Commander Rammer. Her ever-present Korr bodyguard accompanied her, dwarfing all those around him and giving off a sort of deeply suspicious watchfulness.
"Surely you agree this is most irregular, Commander," said Yoki softly, fingers drumming lightly on the hilt of her katana. "There is no need for a face-to-face meeting...unless our contract is rather," her eyes glittered, "specific?"

Klaff descended from the rooftop as he watched the Guard's body vanish from sight, surrounded by GOU and Stalkers. He looked to Tokala and his opponent just in time to see a bright blue glow, and watched his comrade fling himself away from the enemy as the Greali soldier exploded apart, having committed suicide via a plasma grenade. Tokala was thrown far but not high, tumbling along for a few feet before hitting the ground, bouncing once, and slamming into the wall of a nearby building, cracking it and bringing dust and fragments raining about him. Klaff pointed to one of the Kash Clones who appeared to bear a rank of significant command. "You. There's a body on the ground a few feet back from where that scorch mark on the street is, it's cloaked. It will be a Greali man in armor, I want you to strip him of his armor and dispose of the corpse, bringing all his equipment to Overseer Erus once it has been fully disassembled. Any and all other of the enemy encountered I want taken alive and brought to me, but failing that your men should shoot on sight. Lock down is to be maintained, and any impostors are to be detained." With that Klaff strode off to check on his groaning, swearing comrade extracting himself from the rubble of the wall.
Warlord Starbase...
Once again the transport (http://drman.deviantart.com/art/Assault-Transport-37787169) landed in one of the hangers of the starbase, and with somewhat less ceremony than before Yoki, identically clad since her last visit, met once again on the hanger floor with Commander Rammer. Her ever-present Korr bodyguard accompanied her, dwarfing all those around him and giving off a sort of deeply suspicious watchfulness.
"Surely you agree this is most irregular, Commander," said Yoki softly, fingers drumming lightly on the hilt of her katana. "There is no need for a face-to-face meeting...unless our contract is rather," her eyes glittered, "specific?"

The other Black Guards had heard what had happened through the radios. Malker now accepted this was nearly hopeless.
"Now what?" asked a fellow Black Guard.
"Semlia is dead. Rox is dead, but Rox's body has disappeared, and Semlia's body is nothing more then ashes." said Malker, "we keep moving."

Warlord Starbase

Commander Rammer greeted his guests and then explained why they needed to meet personally.

"There is a problem. We have sent a Black Guard team to Celestis. This mission may fail. So my superiors want your soldiers to kill the leader of the Calaverians. Your best soldiers. I also wish to inform you, the first of your ships you have requested to be built are completed and ready for duty."

Yes, Yoki was pretty, in a predatory, feline sort of way.


OOC: What do Korr look like?

Klaff descended from the rooftop as he watched the Guard's body vanish from sight, surrounded by GOU and Stalkers. He looked to Tokala and his opponent just in time to see a bright blue glow, and watched his comrade fling himself away from the enemy as the Greali soldier exploded apart, having committed suicide via a plasma grenade. Tokala was thrown far but not high, tumbling along for a few feet before hitting the ground, bouncing once, and slamming into the wall of a nearby building, cracking it and bringing dust and fragments raining about him. Klaff pointed to one of the Kash Clones who appeared to bear a rank of significant command. "You. There's a body on the ground a few feet back from where that scorch mark on the street is, it's cloaked. It will be a Greali man in armor, I want you to strip him of his armor and dispose of the corpse, bringing all his equipment to Overseer Erus once it has been fully disassembled. Any and all other of the enemy encountered I want taken alive and brought to me, but failing that your men should shoot on sight. Lock down is to be maintained, and any impostors are to be detained." With that Klaff strode off to check on his groaning, swearing comrade extracting himself from the rubble of the wall.
Warlord Starbase...
Once again the transport (http://drman.deviantart.com/art/Assault-Transport-37787169) landed in one of the hangers of the starbase, and with somewhat less ceremony than before Yoki, identically clad since her last visit, met once again on the hanger floor with Commander Rammer. Her ever-present Korr bodyguard accompanied her, dwarfing all those around him and giving off a sort of deeply suspicious watchfulness.
"Surely you agree this is most irregular, Commander," said Yoki softly, fingers drumming lightly on the hilt of her katana. "There is no need for a face-to-face meeting...unless our contract is rather," her eyes glittered, "specific?"

The GOU replied "yes sir" as he ran over Dogs and soldiers were on high alert, they had some dogs smelled the remains of the dead Greali's. Soon the sound of the genetically modified dogs barking could be heard, they were picking up scents. GOU armed themselves with Tranq rounds. One hundred more probe fighters made there way to the atmosphere patrolling the sky above. The Hunter unit on the roof layed quietly waiting for any movment, there railguns would open fire if neccesarry.

The GOU replied "yes sir" as he ran over and found the body, it was torn apart like vultures as the GOU ruthlesses stripped it off weapons and other equipment. The GOU trooper double timed it to Erus to deliver the goods. Dogs and soldiers were on high alert, they had some docks smell the black guard equipment. Soon the sound of the genetically modified dogs barking could be heard, they were picking up cents. GOU armed themselves with Tranq rounds. One hundred more probe fighters made there way to the atmosphere patrolling the sky above. The Hunter unit on the roof layed quietly waiting for any movment, there railguns would open fire if neccesarry.

OOC: ah no, the body disappeared, if anyone was reading my posts at all.

Klaff descended from the rooftop as he watched the Guard's body vanish from sight, surrounded by GOU and Stalkers. He looked to Tokala and his opponent just in time to see a bright blue glow, and watched his comrade fling himself away from the enemy as the Greali soldier exploded apart, having committed suicide via a plasma grenade. Tokala was thrown far but not high, tumbling along for a few feet before hitting the ground, bouncing once, and slamming into the wall of a nearby building, cracking it and bringing dust and fragments raining about him. Klaff pointed to one of the Kash Clones who appeared to bear a rank of significant command. "You. There's a body on the ground a few feet back from where that scorch mark on the street is, it's cloaked. It will be a Greali man in armor, I want you to strip him of his armor and dispose of the corpse, bringing all his equipment to Overseer Erus once it has been fully disassembled. Any and all other of the enemy encountered I want taken alive and brought to me, but failing that your men should shoot on sight. Lock down is to be maintained, and any impostors are to be detained." With that Klaff strode off to check on his groaning, swearing comrade extracting himself from the rubble of the wall.
Warlord Starbase...
Once again the transport (http://drman.deviantart.com/art/Assault-Transport-37787169) landed in one of the hangers of the starbase, and with somewhat less ceremony than before Yoki, identically clad since her last visit, met once again on the hanger floor with Commander Rammer. Her ever-present Korr bodyguard accompanied her, dwarfing all those around him and giving off a sort of deeply suspicious watchfulness.
"Surely you agree this is most irregular, Commander," said Yoki softly, fingers drumming lightly on the hilt of her katana. "There is no need for a face-to-face meeting...unless our contract is rather," her eyes glittered, "specific?"

OCC: I was reading this.

OCC: I was reading this.

OOC: Just read my previous posts.

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Nova Reginix

It was all over. The end of democracy in Greal. President Dallix had publicly opposed a bill that would ban Galaxs from holding public office. The Techars introduced a bill that would remove President Dallix from power. The bill was quickly approved and President Dallix was forced to resign. Ziller Remetrix became President Emperor, and then he abolished what he called the "corrupt" democratic system. there was no more democracy in the Empire.

Dallix and Ziller met one last time at the Imperial Palace. Dallix was nervous but he kept his fear away as the two met.

"You shouldn't have done that." said Zillar smirking.

"You just made yourself highly unpopular among the other races." said Rollins

"I don't really care what they think. Why don't you stay in politics? I wanted to appoint you as governor of Laxer."

"I'm done with this. I'm done with everything."

"You're going to head back to your comfy mansion?" chuckled Rollins.

Ziller wasn't expecting it, but Rollins punched him in the head. "That you deserved. With all your lies." Black Guards swiftly came with their blast rifles. Rollins was surrounded.

Ziller smiled, "Get him out of here. Get him out of the planet. Send him to Laxer."

Dallix was dragged out of there and deported instead to Pamp.

Nova Max

The Berrax population had fallen to 300 million Berraxs, from a high of 2 billion the last year. Millions of Greal marines, police, and soldiers patrolled the planet. Any Berrax they ran into was shot. The Berraxs continued to live in the hills, trying to survive the massacres of Berraxs.

A squad of Black Guards had discovered something though. They were patrolling the hills and ran into a secret ship yard. It was a massive ship yard, and inside it was a massive ship. The Black Guards were astounded and tried to call for backup when Berrax rebels struck and started a firefight, as they fought, the hills "opened", and the ship took off.

The 4th Fleet immediately pursued the ship, but it disappeared very quickly.

The Greal navy was informed that a possible Berrax "battleship" was on the loose.

OCC: lol, i dont know what your up to Greal.... " GOU :gas:

OCC2: im sorry about the earth thread, i couldn't keep on with it, but im interested if you have anything in the future, id like to talk about it.

OOC: Well, Greal, a body can't just up and vanish. It's impossible to destroy matter, and you didn't state that the Guard blew himself up with a grenade or bomb. The corpse couldn't have been beamed away, because all your ships in the area have been captured or destroyed, so I assumed upon his death the Guard's cloak automatically activated again to hide his remains. NC's previous post stands because the body is there, it can't just be gone for no reason.
IC:
Erus's Quarters...
The Black Guards had returned to find Overseer Erus pawing though the dismantled armor of the Greali Black Guard. All his equipment and weapons were sitting on the kitsune's desk, and he was examining them all with interest. "They must have some way to contact each other," he muttered. "Not radio, I wouldn't think. A HUD of some kind, in their helmets. But we need to get to that, and this helmet's been deactivated." He ran a hand over the hole that still had caked blood around it, and pressed button on his desk. A second later two Calaverians walked in, both clones. "I want this helmet's HUD taken out and uploaded to the network," he tossed the helmet to the clone. "When you're done inform me."
Warlord Starbase...
OOC: Korr look like Brutes from Halo.
IC:
"There is a problem. We have sent a Black Guard team to Celestis. This mission may fail. So my superiors want your soldiers to kill the leader of the Calaverians. Your best soldiers. I also wish to inform you, the first of your ships you have requested to be built are completed and ready for duty."
"You want us to kill the Great Leader?" Yoki gave him an incredulous look. "Thanks to your Guard's botched mission, Celestis is under total lock down. If we can get an assassin in it won't be a problem, but they've got a defensive ring around the entire planet. This is going to cost you. Five hundred million, all up front." She stared straight at Rammer. "And leave that Guardian Class Escort Carrier at these coordinates." She handed him a slip of paper with coordinates on it.

OOC: Well, Greal, a body can't just up and vanish. It's impossible to destroy matter, and you didn't state that the Guard blew himself up with a grenade or bomb. The corpse couldn't have been beamed away, because all your ships in the area have been captured or destroyed, so I assumed upon his death the Guard's cloak automatically activated again to hide his remains. NC's previous post stands because the body is there, it can't just be gone for no reason.
IC:
Erus's Quarters...
The Black Guards had returned to find Overseer Erus pawing though the dismantled armor of the Greali Black Guard. All his equipment and weapons were sitting on the kitsune's desk, and he was examining them all with interest. "They must have some way to contact each other," he muttered. "Not radio, I wouldn't think. A HUD of some kind, in their helmets. But we need to get to that, and this helmet's been deactivated." He ran a hand over the hole that still had caked blood around it, and pressed button on his desk. A second later two Calaverians walked in, both clones. "I want this helmet's HUD taken out and uploaded to the network," he tossed the helmet to the clone. "When you're done inform me."
Warlord Starbase...
OOC: Korr look like Brutes from Halo.
IC:
"There is a problem. We have sent a Black Guard team to Celestis. This mission may fail. So my superiors want your soldiers to kill the leader of the Calaverians. Your best soldiers. I also wish to inform you, the first of your ships you have requested to be built are completed and ready for duty."
"You want us to kill the Great Leader?" Yoki gave him an incredulous look. "Thanks to your Guard's botched mission, Celestis is under total lock down. If we can get an assassin in it won't be a problem, but they've got a defensive ring around the entire planet. This is going to cost you. Five hundred million, all up front." She stared straight at Rammer. "And leave that Guardian Class Escort Carrier at these coordinates." She handed him a slip of paper with coordinates on it.

Erus's Quarters

A GOU came back inside, he shuffled with his slightly bulkey armor, the eyes of his helmet glowed, a radio muffled voice sounded " Sir, the helmet has been uplinked to the network, sir is there anything else you require?" He asked, standing straight, his rifle hanging from his chest.

Orbit

There were seven Observers in orbit including the Twilight, they had all been recalled due to the Great leaders paranoia of a invasion that he thought could happen. The last three Observers were now jumping to the Observed worlds and checking up on there status's. The journey's were long so it would take some time for them to return, stargates had been set up on most, but not all yet. The Calaverian stargate was ready, they awaited the Xiscapian's response.

"Sir, the helmet has been uplinked to the network, sir is there anything else you require?"
"Yes," Erus waved his hand, "tell the Great Leader that General Caedo of the XGA will not be arriving until the Greali presence here is eradicated, inform the district commander here he can be expecting a call from me soon, and get this out of my sight." he gestured to the pile of equipment on his desk before turning his chair one hundred and eighty degrees, so his back was to the GOU. He logged into the network and sent the A.I. in search of Greali viruses, then clicking to open a file...
"Wait." he held up a finger as the GOU was about to walk out with the assortment of armor in his arms. "One last thing. Whichever Calaverian Captain is coordinating the attack on the stealth frigate in orbit, tell him he is under strict orders to have the Captain or Executive Officer captured alive. I will be wanting to speak with them."
Twilight...
Lio nodded to the stricken Greali frigate. "GOU should begin boarding," she told Alexander, "the fighters are such that they can provide covering fire, and shuttles or transports should be able to attach to the hull with little trouble."

"Sir, the helmet has been uplinked to the network, sir is there anything else you require?"
"Yes," Erus waved his hand, "tell the Great Leader that General Caedo of the XGA will not be arriving until the Greali presence here is eradicated, inform the district commander here he can be expecting a call from me soon, and get this out of my sight." he gestured to the pile of equipment on his desk before turning his chair one hundred and eighty degrees, so his back was to the GOU. He logged into the network and sent the A.I. in search of Greali viruses, then clicking to open a file...
"Wait." he held up a finger as the GOU was about to walk out with the assortment of armor in his arms. "One last thing. Whichever Calaverian Captain is coordinating the attack on the stealth frigate in orbit, tell him he is under strict orders to have the Captain or Executive Officer captured alive. I will be wanting to speak with them."
Twilight...
Lio nodded to the stricken Greali frigate. "GOU should begin boarding," she told Alexander, "the fighters are such that they can provide covering fire, and shuttles or transports should be able to attach to the hull with little trouble."

Erus's was replied to by the GOU " Yes sir, right away sir." he said leaving the door.

Twilight

Alexander smiled " Why use shuttles, we are scanning the vessle right now, once we are done, we will simpley beam our troops aboard Lio" There were two hundred GOU preparing for boarding actions, they were armed with tranq darts. They wanted people to be captured and they would pay for there actions against the great leader and the Calaverian people.

There was a problem though. The equipment and communications was useless since he was dead. There was no way to get into the Greal network. And viruses began to hit any computer attempting to do that. The name tag on him simply said Trater.

Frigate

"Now what?"

"We can't exactly leave without them noticing. They will start boarding soon."

"We could use the Hell burners we have and drop them unto Celestis. It will turn the whole planet into molten lava."

"What about reinforcements?"

"Last I checked, the stupid calaverians are so busy watching us that one of our cloaked scout ships have entered the system."

"Where is the ship?"

"Its ready to take us away. Most of the crew is dead sir."

"Do it. Tell them to beam us away."

They were gone

Warlord Starbase

"Alright. I will wire an extra 500 million dollars." Then Rammer handed the coordinate to another officer nearby."The Guardian Class Escort Carrier should arrive in a hour or two."

The Jump Point opened over New Xiscapia to allow an Alversian freighter into orbit, it's prow emblazoned with the muri runes of Darkness and Movement over the private crest of the ship's owner, an auroch skull painted red bearing a black lightning bolt on it's forehead.
When it landed, the Priestess Gemilla was first off, bellowing at a dockhand. "Me gotzz lotzzez jade fur trade-and a box fur de Emp'ror, so getzz a moof on!"
"You really shouldn't yell at them like that-you wouldn't want Union troubles." the speaker was a massive Korr, who went by the name Glowbug. He wore an immaculate black shift, suitable for a family kobun.
"Mebbe me do-Morga runzz de Union, right? Me needzz talk wid him."
"Lord Morga is indisposed, Madame-may I offer assistance?"
She looked at him carefully. "Him'zz on Zzelezztizz, izzn't him? Dought zzo-bad zztuff dere."
"Worse will come." Glowbug shrugged. "His Lordship is most put out with the Calaverans for his own reasons."
"Tell."
"It isn't suitable for sunlight."
"You eider talk or scream." she growled.
"Apparently, Lord Morga offered aid and assistance to the Calaverans, which they refused with extreme prejudice. What he's up to, I've no idea."
Her growl deepened as she advanced on the Korr, before breaking off into a high-pitched cackle. "Dat'zz Morga, all right-only him and Annilla know what him up to, and odds on which talkzz firzzt.
"Me takezz it up wid Fokzzey-de Blue Moon izz antzzy, and Bruno azzk me to lend a hand. Let de Emp'ror know me coming, after me bad and zzum bizz-nezzzz."
"I believe he knows." Glowbug nodded towards a small group of Black Guards. "Official word came from the Yellow Springs, and I believe you will be treated to an audience at the Imperial Convenience."
"Damn." Gemilla watched the Guard advance. "Me zzo wanted to zzhop after me bad-me hear dey haff paintingzzez on black velvet-kittenzzez and kidzzez wid big eyezzez, and dizz jeweler Morga bragzz on-me haff work for him."
"Perhaps I can assist there?"
She shrugged. "Me haff de bonezzez uff zzome pirate-big lizard ding-want made into headdrezzzz, zzet wid de zztonezzez him carried. Me go for fitting later, take box wid. Me need appointment, you make-check zzchedule first. You gotzz bolongo?"
"We have phones here, Madame."
Gemilla made a pssshting noise. "What if me hunting?"

OOC: Bullshit, Greal. No ship of yours aside from the frigate ever entered the system. The Cruiser was coming yes, but you never posted it's arrival. Besides, do you know how useless cloaking is after you've started the engines on a ship? There's a big freakin' energy signature, but you can't see anything else. So? It doesn't do anything, the Observers would easily be able to see any ship coming from the energy signature, and their Superlasers would just blast any Cruiser to very small, very much on fire fragments.
IC:
Erus sighed to himself. There was nothing on the network, the helmet was truly dead. He hardly thought this was a precaution against what he was doing: Mass manufacture of equipment which died as it's user did was not at all cost-effective, especially for soldiers, so either the suits were specially made according to every Guard's liking and biological signatures, or it was a malfunction. He would have to do it the old-fashioned way, then: Obtaining a live captive. That is, if the incompetent fools who called themselves GOU could capture a Guard, and if the damn Greali would stop blowing themselves up.
Twilight...
Lio nodded. "Do it."
Warlord Starbase...
Yoki nodded. "Good. I'll send for an assassin and you will be informed once the Great Leader is dead. Is there anything else, or are we done here?"
Xiscapia...
The leader of the four Guards bowed respectfully as he reached them. "Priestess Gemilla, a speeder is waiting to take you to the Emperor at your leisure." The other Guards eyed Glowbug from behind their helmets with distaste. Of course, Korr were accepted and even valuable members of the military now, but old habits die hard.

OOC: Bullshit, Greal. No ship of yours aside from the frigate ever entered the system. The Cruiser was coming yes, but you never posted it's arrival. Besides, do you know how useless cloaking is after you've started the engines on a ship? There's a big freakin' energy signature, but you can't see anything else. So? It doesn't do anything, the Observers would easily be able to see any ship coming from the energy signature, and their Superlasers would just blast any Cruiser to very small, very much on fire fragments.
IC:
That fact that the communications equipment and whatnot was dead didn't pose much of a problem. It was astoundingly simple: If there wasn't anything occupying the helmet, or the one wearing it was killed, it would stop working. However, place the helmet on a GOU and the sensors registered a presence. It was simple enough to use some quick surgery (the Great Leader strode for perfection, after all, and many citizens who were not clones, even the females, strode to look as much like Kash Wilson as possible. Thus plastic cosmetic surgery was easy to find) to form some GOU's face into an exact replica of the face of the dead Guard. The helmet would find that it's old owner had donned it, and came online once more. From there the HUD display with it's minimap showing the location of every Black Guard on-planet was uploaded to the network after the viruses from the false start were shut down, and the map was sent to the Commander coordinating the efforts to find and eliminate the enemy guards. With this the GOU would be able to hunt down and kill or capture every Greali Black Guard.
Twilight...
Lio nodded. "Do it."
Warlord Starbase...
Yoki nodded. "Good. I'll send for an assassin and you will be informed once the Great Leader is dead. Is there anything else, or are we done here?"
Xiscapia...
The leader of the four Guards bowed respectfully as he reached them. "Priestess Gemilla, a speeder is waiting to take you to the Emperor at your leisure." The other Guards eyed Glowbug from behind their helmets with distaste. Of course, Korr were accepted and even valuable members of the military now, but old habits die hard.

OOC: Fine, whatever.

As for the helmets, the communications and equipment are dead once the owner is dead, it can't come back online.
IC:

The frigate was trapped. The few remaining crew accepted that. They decided that the hell burners would have to be launched, at the planet's main urban areas. The captain pressed a red button, and the hell burners were launched. Ten seconds later, he pressed another button saying "Self Destruct".

Warlord Starbase

"No I have nothing more to say. Thank you." said Commander Rammer.

Observer Ping cannons's immeadiatly opend fire on the hell burners, swarms of probe fighters aimed to interecept them before they could connect with the planet. Ground based Ping cannons and Anti-Air turrets tore through the atmosphere to engage the projectiles that were ripping towards them. The seven Observer fired everything they had at them.

Twilight

Alexander's eyes widend " Im picking up energy build up's, there gonna self destruct!" He turned to his officer " Screw the boarding, lock on to any life signature aboard and beam it over!" "Yes Sir!" he said, beams began to penetrate the vessle,grabbing for any body heat. Of course just beaming into the ship for there personal, it killed twenty five percent of the inhabitants, so they would lose one out of every four people aboard the Greali vessle. Alexander had hoped he could just board and secure more, but he didn't want to come home empty handed.

Observer Ping cannons's immeadiatly opend fire on the hell burners, swarms of probe fighters aimed to interecept them before they could connect with the planet. Ground based Ping cannons and Anti-Air turrets tore through the atmosphere to engage the projectiles that were ripping towards them. The seven Observer fired everything they had at them.

Twilight

Alexander's eyes widend " Im picking up energy build up's, there gonna self destruct!" He turned to his officer " Screw the boarding, lock on to any life signature aboard and beam it over!" "Yes Sir!" he said, beams began to penetrate the vessle,grabbing for any body heat. Of course just beaming into the ship for there personal, it killed twenty five percent of the inhabitants, so they would lose one out of every four people aboard the Greali vessle. Alexander had hoped he could just board and secure more, but he didn't want to come home empty handed.

The vessel exploded, but as luck would have it, the Calaverians managed to beam themselves someone. It was a Berrax prisoner that was stuck in the frigate's brig cell for weeks. He was surprised that he survived the blast and looked around his surroundings.

"No I have nothing more to say. Thank you."
Yoki motioned to her bodyguard, who extracted a small datapad from his armor. She took it and examined the screen for a moment before handing it back. "Our system confirms you wiring of five hundred million Greali dollars to our account. Very good, the Great Leader will be dead soon." She bowed. "Always a pleasure, Rammer."
Twilight...
Lio's hand scythed though the air. "Hold your fire!" she commanded the GOU in the hanger as the Berrax appeared. She pointed to him. "You. What is your name, and why were you aboard that Greali vessel?"

"No I have nothing more to say. Thank you."
Yoki motioned to her bodyguard, who extracted a small datapad from his armor. She took it and examined the screen for a moment before handing it back. "Our system confirms you wiring of five hundred million Greali dollars to our account. Very good, the Great Leader will be dead soon." She bowed. "Always a pleasure, Rammer."
Twilight...
Lio's hand scythed though the air. "Hold your fire!" she commanded the GOU in the hanger as the Berrax appeared. She pointed to him. "You. What is your name, and why were you aboard that Greali vessel?"

The Berrax was confused when he saw Lio, then he answered the question," My...name is Sater. The...Techars had assaulted my ship....and captured me alive. They...killed all my friends. Who are you?"
The Berrax was clearly starved several times. His captors did not treat him well.

"My...name is Sater. The...Techars had assaulted my ship....and captured me alive. They...killed all my friends. Who are you?"
Lio drew herself up. "I am Overseer Lio from the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia. So, Mister Sater, you were a rebel against the Greal government? I applaud your spirit. Rest assured," she gave a hard glance to the ranks of GOU that dared them to contradict her next statement, "you will not encounter any mistreatment from us."

"My...name is Sater. The...Techars had assaulted my ship....and captured me alive. They...killed all my friends. Who are you?"
Lio drew herself up. "I am Overseer Lio from the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia. So, Mister Sater, you were a rebel against the Greal government? I applaud your spirit. Rest assured," she gave a hard glance to the ranks of GOU that dared them to contradict her next statement, "you will not encounter any mistreatment from us."

"Yes, I am a rebel against the Greali." said Sater, he was a little frightened since he had heard rumors about what Calaverians did....Sater asked if he could drink something. He hadn't drank anything in the last forty eight hours.

Morga swept out further, but there was precious little outside the city-the Imitators had devastated the planet, and the terraforming efforts of the Great Leader to reclaim the world were finishing the job the Imitators had begun. However, there were farms in the small band outside the city but before the wilderness. The people had to eat, after all.
The farms were largely automated, with guards patrolling, more intent on seeing to it the equipment operated properly than any attackers. After all, who would be foolish enough to destroy their own food supply, one the Great Leader rationed out even-handedly?
Well, Morga had a plan, and that called for the next phase-Disease Leading to Famine. Since infecting farm workers would accomplish little, he had to fall on backup-fortunately, a computer program to interrupt functions was called a virus, and the Blue Moon was adaptable.
Bypassing the guards was child's play-they hadn't been hunters and this soft job had made them complacent. Carefully hidden sensors did most of their observations, and they were loud enough to a muri's ears as to be easily avoided.
The guards patrolled in pairs, regularly reporting in to a central command center, all focused on bringing enough crops to the food processing plants deeper in the city for distribution to the populace. A simple, well-run operation, performing a necessary duty.
Morga hated this aspect of his job-making a people suffer for their rulers was distasteful at best. As the guards approached, he readied two capsules-the first contained a bacillus bred to eat seals and delicate components, rendering machinery useless-it was invisible to the naked eye, but fast-the bacillus would render their gas masks inoperable within five minutes of contact, the only give-away the breaking of the capsule itself. He hurled it directly between them, then moved swift and silent to another location. In five minutes, he would hurl the second, a powerful narcotic that would put them to sleep for eight hours or so.
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Gemilla sat in the flier, watching the landscape. Rio Casa was beautiful in autumn, it's slate-gray skies bearing the scents of fruits awaiting harvest, though the sun-dependent Young Races found it depressing, but they were not trolls, forged in the Lightless Hell of Wonderhome, and drawn to Darkness and the gloom of night.
Xiscapian hospitality was also to be admired-they had offered her a suite in the Imperial Palace, whose bathing facilities she intended to use before her audience, though she would be staying at a hotel in town, as she had mercantile business better suited to that location aside from her mission.
The Blue Moon was anxious-never a good sign-and had not heard from Morga in some time, though his bolongo was making regular reports to Firefox Rose. Even now, Blue Moon kozoru were patrolling Celestis space in that odd demi-dimension nestled between E-space and first-level hyperspace, seeking their missing member. Calveran technology was not yet advanced enough to monitor this realm-few of the Young Races were even aware of it's existence-but the Blue Moon was drawn to Morga's signals. The turning of the waters of Celestis into blood, the giant frogs, the flea infestation that infected the city-these were signs the Blue Moon had used for millenia, signals they must seek and find, and the operative would not communicate until all signs were rendered. She had to find out what Morga was up to, if Firefox knew, and relay that to the Blue Moon. Why the Ordo Drakul operated so, giving the Blue Moon such free reign...well, she shrugged, if any Order other than the Sacred Motherhood attempted to regulate another, there would be War.
She watched a flock of brightly colored birds rise up out of a tree, alarmed by her flier. Such beautiful creatures, so delicate...

As Morga's little plan ate through the helmets, the Guards raidoed for back up, they said there might be a biological or chemical attack. Immediatly one hundred GOU were on there way, and three probe fighters with fully scanners activated rushed to the scene. The Great Leader had heard " What the hell is going on!!!" he yelled to his officers at a table. " Scans, better scans damnit were better than this!" Two officers left the table, they would never be seen again.

Lio nodded to one of the GOU, and a few seconds later Sater was presented with a bottle of water. Lio really had been hoping for a commander of high rank, but to have rescued a prisoner from certain death was better. She approached him slowly as the GOU dispersed, the threat gone, their duty done. Two stayed with Lio as her personal guards, distantly flanking her as she stepped up to the Berrax. The kitsune was vaguely uncomfortable with the alien: It looked almost exactly like a xenomorph, and despite evidence to the contrary, he gave her the shivers. But sentients were sentients, after all...
"There is a place you will be transported to in a day or so where you will be safe. The Techar and Greal military can't hurt you there, and there are refugee Berrax there too, many of them Rebels. Your struggle is over." She smiled warmly.
Xiscapia...
The speeder banked gently and came to a perfect, barely noticeable halt just inside the Inner Courtyard of the Palace. The Black Guards had been quick to form a ring around the speeder, and a servant eased though between two of the black-armored kitsune and opened the door for Gemilla, bowing. "Welcome to the Imperial Palace, Milady. Is there anything you require before your audience with the Emperor? Food, drink, rest, use of our baths or communicators?"
Celestis Orbit...
The assassin had no name, or at least no one knew what he was called at birth. He went by the alias "Fatum", and was not, technically, a Rebel. Oh yes, he hired his special services out to the Rebels, but he did not consider himself a part of their pathetic little band. Only pain and death lay down that road, and as he understood it it was better to give than to receive. Assassinating this man would not be hard, not on a planet where seventy percent of the population looked exactly the same and had the authority to go anywhere. He had already donned the holographic image of a GOU clone, and sat quietly with his completely authentic War Path assault rifle: The products of the Muri manufacture of Calaverian weapons hadn't only ended up in Berrax hands.

The automated drone he sat in was tiny, barely giving him enough room to stand erect, and no room to lie down. His tail was curled around him, hidden by the hologram, but still rather uncomfortable. However, it was the only way he could make it past the Observers and GTO defenses. It glided silently and invisibly though the atmosphere, passing over dozens of missile launchers and turrets that could rip it apart in a single blast undetected. Finally the pod touched down on a high roof, settling easily among the forest of air conditioners, satellite dishes, antennas, maintenance sheds and heaps of rubbish. The place had obviously seen better days.

A tiny door opened and Fatum struggled out, pushing the six foot three two ton pod behind a small structure. For all intents and purposes, from here on out, he was a GOU patrolling in service to the government. He entered a stairway leading down from the roof though a depleted apartment building, the walls cracked and covered in posters proclaiming the perfection of the Great Leader, the generosity of the government, the heroics of the GOU and the savagery of all aliens. Residents had their doors tightly shut against his intruding gaze, but he was not here for police work and quickly exited the building into the street below. He located a Stalker vehicle, vacated by it's GOU as they hunted for the Greali terrorists, commandeered it and drove to where his mission briefing told him the Administrative Building was.

Getting out, he looked at the bulk of the building. The roof and surrounding area was ringed by Hunters with Safari sniper rifles, the streets were patrolled by GOU, Stalkers and Post Walkers, the skies swept by GTO and satellite systems and Probe fighters screaming overhead every few minutes. He smiled to himself, as did his outer clone shell, contemplating how easy this contract was. In, get the guy, out and away, and there was half a million credits in the bank for him.

Lio nodded to one of the GOU, and a few seconds later Sater was presented with a bottle of water. Lio really had been hoping for a commander of high rank, but to have rescued a prisoner from certain death was better. She approached him slowly as the GOU dispersed, the threat gone, their duty done. Two stayed with Lio as her personal guards, distantly flanking her as she stepped up to the Berrax. The kitsune was vaguely uncomfortable with the alien: It looked almost exactly like a xenomorph, and despite evidence to the contrary, he gave her the shivers. But sentients were sentients, after all...
"There is a place you will be transported to in a day or so where you will be safe. The Techar and Greal military can't hurt you there, and there are refugee Berrax there too, many of them Rebels. Your struggle is over." She smiled warmly.


After drinking a bottle of water, a whole water bottle, he seemed refreshed. He wanted to explain who he was.

"Well, I am actually a captain in the Berrax "navy". They spared me alive because I was a high rank and they wanted to know...where the Berrax battleship was. I knew where it was, but I successfully resisted and they never found out. They also wanted to know where Callin was, where the device was, etc."

Morga watched his timer-the GOU response was typical given Calaveran technology levels and the remoteness of the facility, and not unexpected. He had uploaded the widgets into the system-unlike the fifinella, widgets were male, aggressive, and territorial-their invasion of the Calaveran system would be noted rapidly, especially as Morga had adjusted the size parameters on the vermin hunting robots to include humans while leaving out the massive muri.
One hundred GOU were about to discover the joys of farming, Calaveran style-threshing, reaping, clearing the land of opportunistic wildlife.
He really wished he'd time to upload a widget into the posthole digger, but he'd needed so many for the communications system-a little benefice for the Calaverans they'd discover soon enough. After all, Morga had left the system intact for a reason.
He palmed three special sling bullets, one for each Scanner. The Calaverans would be seeking typical assailants-heat signatures, movement. His lune would suppress his heat signature, and the hyperdense dark matter he was composed of would read as metal. Since the Scanners would sweep first, the GOU would be unaware of the hostile nature of the machinery until it was too late-by then, Morga would have sent a sling stone to each ship, magnetizing their hulls and knocking out their scanners and telemetry.
The GOU were coming, and as Lord of the Night, he must fete (http://youtube.com/watch?v=YzwNHDyq6Q4&feature=related) them properly...
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Gemilla found Rio Casa cozy-it's baths as sumptuous as any on Pamaltela, and she applied powder, scent, and cosmetics she felt suitable for an Imperial Audience. When last she'd met Firefox and Jade, it was in the battlefield, and they were otherwise preoccupied, so she hadn't time to really sit down and socialize. She was interested in the protocols of the Imperial Court of Xiscapia, and grilled her poor servant mercilessly-the muri were not bound by etiquette as the other races used, and she wanted to make a good impression...

OCC:Where do you keep all of this stuff Ordo?

Lio's eyes flicked from side to side. He had her attention. "Come with me." she murmured, leading the Berrax away. Down the gleaming white and chrome halls they went, so bright it hurt the eyes, until they came to a conference room. She dimmed the light considerably, sitting with him standing in front of her. Berrax did not seem inclined to sit, and she had never seen a chair conformed for one. As it was she liberally used her katana to cut a hole in the bottom of her chair for her tail, sitting more comfortably. "Now, forgive me, I don't know what your rank is, Mister Sater. What is this about a Battleship, and what device do you speak of?"
Xiscapia, Imperial Bathhouse...
"Ah," the kitsune looked nervous. "The Imperial Majesties are rather lax when it comes to customs and manners. They have entertained many beings here, and some have been quite...uncouth." He coughed as though this was an embarrassing thing. "Aside from the bowing, which is an iron-clad tradition, there is little to being polite aside from refraining from, er, threats to bodily harm, not referring to those you have bested in the past by, uh, tearing their internal organs out of their mouths, and such...things." He seemed at a loss.

Lio's eyes flicked from side to side. He had her attention. "Come with me." she murmured, leading the Berrax away. Down the gleaming white and chrome halls they went, so bright it hurt the eyes, until they came to a conference room. She dimmed the light considerably, sitting with him standing in front of her. Berrax did not seem inclined to sit, and she had never seen a chair conformed for one. As it was she liberally used her katana to cut a hole in the bottom of her chair for her tail, sitting more comfortably. "Now, forgive me, I don't know what your rank is, Mister Sater. What is this about a Battleship, and what device do you speak of?"


Sater looked around as if he was afraid someone else was in the room, then he spoke, quietly.
"First off, I officially a captain in the Berrax navy. Unofficially I am in charge of the whole Berrax fleet. The Techars thought I was just a captain, thankfully.

"The battleship. We have been constructing secretly for the last three years on a battleship, more like a small super battleship. Callin managed to launch the battleship before the Black Guards arrived. The ship is very formidable and dangerous to the techar navy.

"Unfortunately I cannot revel anything of the device I am talking about. Callin's orders."

OOC:The widgets are AI strings, the male version of the female fifinella. They fit easily into small data crystals, as the core program is remarkably simple until the widget begins learning and growing-the same data crystal can dump the core program rapidly, and it will eventually mature into a fully developed individual as it expands and grows into it's housing system, accustoming itself to the vagaries of it's operating system.
There really isn't much mass involved-perhaps the size of a flash drive, and the program can self-replicate like any virus once uploaded-one widget reproduces while the others infiltrate this or that machine. Let me suggest Stephen King's short story "Trucks" for a literary example of a widget invasion, though the core principles are from Roald Dahl's "The Gremlins", admittedly a rather more fanciful take on the subject, and harder to get a hold of.
There is no external unit other than the base drive for the upload-the rest is contained in the operating system, one of which is sending data streams through the communications array.
Like any children, the widgets will gleefully break into anything they can find, and learn as they experience more. They love destruction and chaos and big explosions, and have an utter contempt for organic mentality, loving nothing more than putting the upstarts in their place. Being sentient, they'll give your programmers a good run as they cleverly try to outwit any antivirals or vaccines. Have a nice day.

Xiscapia, Imperial Bathhouse...
"Ah," the kitsune looked nervous. "The Imperial Majesties are rather lax when it comes to customs and manners. They have entertained many beings here, and some have been quite...uncouth." He coughed as though this was an embarrassing thing. "Aside from the bowing, which is an iron-clad tradition, there is little to being polite aside from refraining from, er, threats to bodily harm, not referring to those you have bested in the past by, uh, tearing their internal organs out of their mouths, and such...things." He seemed at a loss.
"Dat may be well and good for zzome Neanderdal, but I am a Priezztezzzz of Ffaneekara." she drew herself up, whisking her fan open regally. "I reprezzent all muri femalezzez, and muzzt be de epitome of grazz and beauty, whedder zzerffing tea or pulling de zzcrotum of zzome lout offer hizz head for rudenezzzz.
"Let uzz zztart zzimple, wid de bow-zzhow me, den we getzz to how a proper Zzizzcapian lady putzz her hand drew zzome jackanape'zz zzternum to play hackey-zzack wid hizz zztill-beating heart when he offendzz her delicate zzenzzibilitiezzez." She grinned, flashing her stone grinding fangs. "Come, you be de Emperor, and I will be de diffinely beautiful priezztezzzz..."

Lio listened quietly. During the war with the AIW it had been stated by the President that the Berrax were the ship builders of the Intergalactic Empire, very good at what they did. Discriminating against them and attempting to genocidal murder their entire population had probably saw a decrease in general Greali ship quality. A pocket battleship, so to speak, could be assent to their Rebellion.
"Excuse me for a moment," she stood, gave a slight bow, and brushed past Sater into the hall outside the room. Reaching into her robes she extracted her personal communicator, getting in touch who she knew was the Muri in charge of the kozoru fleet protecting New Berrax.
"Yes. Overseer Lio. I understand you have a Berrax on the planet named Callin, would you be so good as to get my in contact with him? Yes. Thank you."
Imperial Baths...
The servant stood from where he had been sitting at the side of the bath. fidgeting. "The bow, yes. Normally you would give only a slight bow," he demonstrated, bending his torso fifteen degrees, hands at his side, and nodding his head for a second or two before straightening up, "for a short time, but because you are meeting the Emperor and his wife, it is different. To show respect, your bow is deeper," he bowed again, this time at a forty-five degree angle, holding it for four seconds, "and stay in this position for twice as long as a more casual bow. Generally it is considered good manners for the guest to bow first, then the host, but this is often forgone for the bow to be done by whoever speaks first."

He continued, sweating now. "Uh, it is considered bad taste to kill another being because they have offended you...otherwise, forgive me for saying, the Kitsune Empire would have many less allies then it does now. A simple slap across the face will usually suffice, but if the offense is particularly grievous, you may consider the offender a non person by ignoring them totally, in their words, actions and presence. There is a separate book of etiquette concerning the katana, but as you do not possess one this does not apply..."

Gemilla duplicated his bow, both the standard and the Imperial, until it was correct to her satisfaction. "Good-now to zzimple dingzzez. Dizz katana-me not dink it proper to bear armzzez before de Emperor, or me bring one--" the servant quailed a bit, as security had shown Gemilla armed in the muri fashion, with dozens of lethal devices secreted about her person, but Morga had assured them such implements were defensive, for emergencies, as a troll would openly bear arms if they felt endangered or hostile, other than such weapons as indicated rank, like Gemilla's deadly fan.
It was a point of consternation to security, but Morga's information had been accurate, and to Security's knowledge, no troll had ever initiated an attack with their hidden arsenal, instead openly bearing a weapon when intent on assault. On Morga's advice, such weapons were noted and watched, but not commented on, on the theory the trolls would simply adopt less noticeable weapons in a nod to courtesy. If a troll ever attacked someone other than in defense, this would change, but a troll's sense of honor kept them from such activity under an ally's roof, and Security grudgingly acceded and watched all trolls carefully.
"Now, me haff a gift for de Emprezzzz and her man-a pair of belts fashioned by de zzmid Gadlblad in de Cazztle off Lead. Dem designed to meet Zzizzcapian fazzhion, but haff personal zzhieldzzez built in-me prezzent dem to Zzecurity furzzt, or me giff perzzonally? How does one giff proper widout inzzult, and when doezz one giff?" She leaned forward, interested. "Me not wizzh to offend, and prezzentation izz efferding..."

Lio listened quietly. During the war with the AIW it had been stated by the President that the Berrax were the ship builders of the Intergalactic Empire, very good at what they did. Discriminating against them and attempting to genocidal murder their entire population had probably saw a decrease in general Greali ship quality. A pocket battleship, so to speak, could be assent to their Rebellion.
"Excuse me for a moment," she stood, gave a slight bow, and brushed past Sater into the hall outside the room. Reaching into her robes she extracted her personal communicator, getting in touch who she knew was the Muri in charge of the kozoru fleet protecting New Berrax.
"Yes. Overseer Lio. I understand you have a Berrax on the planet named Callin, would you be so good as to get my in contact with him? Yes. Thank you."
Imperial Baths...
The servant stood from where he had been sitting at the side of the bath. fidgeting. "The bow, yes. Normally you would give only a slight bow," he demonstrated, bending his torso fifteen degrees, hands at his side, and nodding his head for a second or two before straightening up, "for a short time, but because you are meeting the Emperor and his wife, it is different. To show respect, your bow is deeper," he bowed again, this time at a forty-five degree angle, holding it for four seconds, "and stay in this position for twice as long as a more casual bow. Generally it is considered good manners for the guest to bow first, then the host, but this is often forgone for the bow to be done by whoever speaks first."



OOC: Is the Muri from another nation?

OOC:Muri culture is somewhat convoluted and drawn upon feudal lines, the base social unit being the Clan. Several Clans can form together to form Tribes, and the various priesthoods, the Orders, accept members of all Clans and Tribes. Most aliens only come into contact with the Order of the Dragon, which comprises the diplomats and generals. The operation of relocating the Berrax to a safe world is being performed by the Blue Moon, who've been hired as mercenaries, while Gemilla is of the Order of Vaneekara, a warrior order that extols the feminine role within muri culture. Given the independence of these groupings, your answer can be either "Yes, but ..." or "No, but..." depending upon what you mean by nation. No, she is not a member of the same organizations as are functioning on New Berrax and Celestis, but she is a representative of the same government as oversees these operations, as she is performing some freelance diplomacy for the Order of the Dragon, who are curious as to what exactly is going on.

OCC: Why do you guys think im less advanced than your nations? is it becuase i use guns?

The Great Leader slammed his hand on the table " Why wasn't the virus detected?.....counter it!!!" The Celestis A.I KABAL initaied a counter-attack on the virus, this was done by multiplying and then predicting the virus's pattern, eventually the enemy virus would be attacked by millions of KABAL. He got the report coming in of another terrorist attack. " Im ordering a orbital strike on that farming area, I don't want anything alive left in the area...." The order was sent to the Orbiting Observer THE HAMMER, its side Plasma-ping cannons were powerd down, but still remained powerful enough to destroy the whole area. The Great Leader got on planetary mic " Terrorist, or whoever you are, you have ten seconds to give up or I blast the whole area, show yourself and you will not be harmed, if you do not comply, I will bring down the people's hand upon you." The Great Leader had hoped this would scare the Muri, and if it didn't, well the Muri wouldn't be alive anymore.

OOC:No, it's because the muri are an ancient, elder race who'd been forced to evacuate to E-space when your planet was so much forming debris, and we were waging major interstellar wars while your R&D teams were trying to crack that "fire" thing. Ancient man knew the muri as the trolls or titans who predated the gods and contested with those worthies as equals, and our last major war had the sad consequence of wiping out the Norse culture, as well as decimating our own numbers to the point we only recently decided to emerge into the galaxy again. I don't think you're technologically behind because you use guns-Morga prefers his sling, after all-I think you're technologically behind because I enjoy a few billion years' head start developing my technology over yours. You figure my AIs were stated as having been developed due to the intervention of Ambrose Bierce, an American Civil War correspondent, and field-tested on human aircraft in WWII-the terms "fifinella" and "widget" to denote female and male are from that time.
IC: Morga rolled his eyes-such blatant destruction to capture one individual-this culture would wipe itself out if he'd just leave it alone. The Silentium was right-always a possibility, if remote.
Eh-he'd set out to destroy the farms with his viruses-and this HAMMER would do as well. He activated his personal shields, and began to move. Gating was an option, but his ship was on the Heart of Chaos collecting certain insects, Dona's office was being watched, and Roy's apartment was either filled with oxygen now or exploded-if worse came to worse, he could shunt his mass into the dimension between E-space and first level hyperspace, but he hated doing that in a planetary atmosphere. He dispatched his bolongo to the Sultan, just in case...

An officer sounded the HAMMER's weapons " Firing battery's six, seven and eight!." Another officer checked " Battery's six, seven and eight are firing!"

The blast from the plamsa-ping cannons literally burned the whole area, vaporizing buildings while keeping low collateral damage to the outside blast. The Great Leader was happy, nothing could have survived that blast, or got away from it in that amount of time. It also destroyed the terrorist's plan at hurting his econmoy, he would simply create and beam down more farms.

Lio re-entered the room, laying her communicator down on the table in front of Sater. "Callin is on the line." she said softly, sitting down back in her place across from the Berrax. The kitsune Overseer watched intently. While she was not trained in recognizing Berrax body language, it was easy to tell the former Admiral was nervous. She hoped Callin would give him permission to tell her what he knew, and with that reveal the location of this Berrax pocket battleship. It needed to be protected before the Greali could get to it and destroy it...Qonn knew there was nothing like a vessel of your own race protecting you instead of some aliens you've never even seen to boost moral.
OOC: Greal, you'll need to RP the conversation between Callin and Sater.
Imperial Baths...
The servant's eyes widened. He didn't know much about Muri culture, but the Castle of Lead...things seeped down to those in service in the Palace, as they often did, and that was supposed to be where a great and powerful being resided. To his knowledge, anyway.
"If you have brought the belts with you on your person they will already have been scanned and looked over by Palace Security, so you may present the gifts directly to the Imperial Family. When one gifts, it is always after the bow of the giver, and can be before or after the bow of the receiver. If you have gifts, they should be given first, before the talk, so that the receiver can take them as a token of goodwill. If you give something with great honor, you would present like this," he went down on one knee, head bowed, and removed his katana from his belt. He placed the sword in his hands as he raised them, palms up, towards Gemilla. "but this is rarely done, and should only be undertaken if you really and truly mean the honor. It is more common to simply hand the item or object directly to the person or persons they are intended for, unless the receiver delegates that they should be taken by another first."
Administrative Building...
Chief Overseer Erus watched the farm though a secured link on the network as GOU stormed towards it, then away from it as the orbital strike became imminent. His A.I., Chamblin, guarded his own little portion of the Calaverian system, protecting it for Erus's use and beating off the attacks of the widgets constantly. Whether Morga made it out or not did not directly affect his work, aside from perhaps eliminating the pests if he died or keeping the Calaverians distracted if he lived. In any case, he doubted the Muri would be killed by an orbital bombardment. Not that such a attack would not kill a troll if it hit one: He just believed Morga was clever and resourceful enough to be somewhere else as the plasma came down like the fist of Qonn. The Muri had his own agenda, and he would further it as he saw fit.
Administrative Building...
A quick security scan later and Fatum was in. There was so very many ways to kill a man, but ultimately he had to choose just one. He made his way down to the kichens, unnoticed among the hundreds of clones in this building. The disguised kitsune discreetly picked up a tray and a glass of water set out for the Great Leader, shouldering his assault rifle and making his way up the halls and elevators to his office. In an empty hall he stopped, checked for security cameras, and removed a tiny unlabeled white bottle from his pocket. It was filled with a yellowish liquid, from which he squeezed about two ounces into the glass. They dissolved instantly upon entering the water, and would be completely odorless and tasteless when the Great Leader drank. He replaced the bottle and made his way up to two large doors guarded by a couple of Hunters. "Drink for the Great Leader." he said blandly. The Hunters stood aside and he entered, setting the glass down silently beside the Calaverian ruler as he yelled into a microphone about "bringing the people's hand" down on someone before retreating back. There were other guards in the room, but Fatum had to make sure the Great Leader ingested the water before leaving. If all went well, he would be halfway home by the time the Calaverian died. If not, well...he'd have to improvise.

The Great Leader was rather angry at the moment. He knocked over the water " I'm not thirsty......." he sat in his chair running his hands htrough his hair, his eyes were wild. He got up and walked to Fatum and pulled his pistol out and put it underneath his chin " Why...why do the Greali haunt me..., no matter we will deal with them.."He said smiling at Fatum " The enemy is everywhere, they think that they are smarter than me...but there not." He pressed the magnum into his jaw further " Or maybe...they have bigger plans..." The great leader said as he walked around back to his chair and stood, looking down for a moment.

bumpyed

Fatum simply stood, unmoving, as the gun dug into his skin, forcing his head up. As the Great Leader walked away, standing in front of his chair, he stepped forward. "Bigger plans than you could imagine," he said, leveling his rifle. For an instant everyone froze in disbelief, and in that time Fatum let off a single round, the bullet crossing the short distance from the mouth of the barrel to drill though the back of the Great Leader's head, whizzing out his right eyeball. Even as the Great Leader staggered, already dead, Fatum was already in motion, sprinting across the room to spring up onto the balcony rail, balancing impossibly for an instant, before gracefully allowing himself to fall. Bullets sprayed overhead, but he was already dropping, grabbing onto a ledge beneath the balcony and swinging though, smashing away glass as he rolled onto the carpet, protected by his armor under the hologram. He shoved open the door, sucker punching a GOU who had stopped outside, and ran down the hall, blind firing behind him.

The round from the War-Path rifle simpley exploded the Great Leaders head, spraying blood everywhere, before he dropped to his knees then he lay silent. The GOU were immediatly on his tail, they ran quickly firing tranq darts with Tritanium tips. Units were already being deployed to encircle the target, a Hunter on the roof took aim and fired a round at Fatums kneecap, if the tranq darts didn't hit him, the Hunter's rifle might. Two probe fighters picked him up and were now watching his every move.

The darts bounced around him and clattered off the armor. Fatum had spent much time studying Calaverian weapons, methods and tactics, and he had come prepared. Even the titanium tips couldn't pierce him. The sniper round passed between his legs and he jumped as it tore though the wall behind him, ducking and weaving as he went. They were trying to take him alive! Why? So they could bring him in for questioning? More likely they wanted to make an example of him. Fatum grabbed a grenade from his belt, ripped away the pin with his teeth, and threw it at the huge steel door that marked the entrance to the Administrative complex. The grenade connected and detonated, blowing a hole in it several feet tall and across, allowing him to dive though out into the street. His Stalker was still there, thank Qonn, and he threw himself into the drivers seat, the military vehicle screeching away into the darkness, headlights off.

Lio re-entered the room, laying her communicator down on the table in front of Sater. "Callin is on the line." she said softly, sitting down back in her place across from the Berrax. The kitsune Overseer watched intently. While she was not trained in recognizing Berrax body language, it was easy to tell the former Admiral was nervous. She hoped Callin would give him permission to tell her what he knew, and with that reveal the location of this Berrax pocket battleship. It needed to be protected before the Greali could get to it and destroy it...Qonn knew there was nothing like a vessel of your own race protecting you instead of some aliens you've never even seen to boost moral.
OOC: Greal, you'll need to RP the conversation between Callin and Sater.


Sater talked through the communicator with Callin in Berrax language. It was an ancient language, only said by few Berraxs today. The conservation would be translated into this.

"Callin, this is Sater here."

"Sater? Are you alright?"

"Never mind that, the Xiscapians want to know what the device is and where the battleship is possibly, and I need permission from you."

"No, we cannot reveal to anyone what the device is. As for the battleship, its hanging around near the fifth trade routes. I can say no more."

"Very well Callin."

Sater then turned to Lio and regrettably could not tell her what the device was. He did tell the location of the battleship.

Unfortunately, Sater and Callin had no idea the Berrax battleship was being attacked by several Imperial battleships.

Two Probe fighters swooped down infront of the street he was intending on driving to, they had thermal imagining on him, while the other probe was scanning with x-ray's. Three Stalkers were already headed towards the scene as the probe fighters relayed there position. Heavy GOU boots could be heard running down streets, they challenged te assasin to leave now.

OCC: I have a plan for the assasin if hes captured ^^

Lio nodded. "Very well. If Callin is in contact will the battleship or can contact it, tell him to order it to proceed with all haste to New Berrax. It cannot be allowed to be destroyed by anyone. As for the device, well, we all have our secrets. The Xiscapians are allies of the Berrax, this I assure you and Callin, but I am sure your leader has his reasons. As soon as all the Greali agents are killed and the lock down is lifted, we can transport you to New Berrax. Until then, I can only offer you quarters on this vessel."
Celestis...
The Stalker screeched around a corner, skidding sharply as Fatum gunned the engine and the vehicle shot forward, down the opposite street from where the Probe fighters were hovering. The assassin knew that he couldn't escape as long as the lock down was in effect, but as long as he was here the lock down wouldn't be lifted, especially considering he had just killed the ruler of an entire nation. The damn Greali had gotten their frigate destroyed and their drop ships captured, so that wasn't an option, and his pod was meant for stealthy insertion onto a planet only, it couldn't get him back out. He would either have to acquire Calaverian bypass codes get into contact with the Greali Black Guards on planet and see if he could coordinate an operation among them to steal a transport.
However, that required him to lose the tail the military had on him now.

He gunned the engine down an alleyway, setting the Stalker to autopilot. Fatum then reached over to the weapons locker, removed his sidearm, and, after shooting the lock off it, grabbed a stick of plastic explosives and strapped it to the underside of the dashboard. He then calibrated the computer to simply drive straight, set the bomb to detonate on impact, and jumped out. Fatum hit the wall squarely and fell, scrambling up to rip the door in the building open and duck inside, shutting it and leaning against the frame, breathing heavily. Outside the Stalker kept going until it crashed into a building at the end of the alley, exploding spectactularly, windows blowing out and the wall of the structure crumbling.

Units had locked down the streets and buildings nearby in a circle around Fatum, where from there they would close the circle on him, searching building from building. As he was seen as the killer of the great leader, there were extra units bruaght in from Guard duty to the situation. There was massive activity in the area Fatum was in, nothing came in your out, there were at least thirty probe fighters scanning the area.

Inside building

A child saw Fatum and pointed it at him " Who are you?" The little blonde hair blue eyes boy said, he was white pj's, obviously state made.

Orbit

The HAMMER swivled its turrets in the area where the Stalker exploded, preparing to level the whole place. A man sounded a public speaker in the area " Come out, or you will face the same fate as the terrorist, the people will not allow you to continue killing them. We just want to talk...."

"Just want to talk..." Morga sniggered at the almost universal "Newspeak" of communist regimes. It was time to get this poor fellow to somewhere safe.
A plasma beam-really. A gravimetric funnel could easily redirect such, and while Calveras may have been 'cutting edge' among the Young Races, the damage done to the crust of their planet would not go long unnoted. A mass driver might have done the work, as it would force Morga's shield to focus on more than heat, but Morga was a muri, and one of his ultimate ancestors had been a volcano.
Still, being dead would simplify things, and his major objective now would be to locate this assassin and aid and abet him-Now, had I been clumsy enough for such an attack, where would I flee?
Morga headed for the most likely sector-if the assassin couldn't survive to there, he certanly wasn't worth the time. but Morga had to wait for the African bees anyway-this assassin might prove a pleasant diversion...

Lio nodded. "Very well. If Callin is in contact will the battleship or can contact it, tell him to order it to proceed with all haste to New Berrax. It cannot be allowed to be destroyed by anyone. As for the device, well, we all have our secrets. The Xiscapians are allies of the Berrax, this I assure you and Callin, but I am sure your leader has his reasons. As soon as all the Greali agents are killed and the lock down is lifted, we can transport you to New Berrax. Until then, I can only offer you quarters on this vessel."


"I'm sorry. I would tell you what the device is, but, it is too dangerous."

Then Sater got a message from the Berrax battleship, they were under attack and could not jump.

Berrax battleship Star Raider

The Star Raider was fighting hard against three Greal battleships (Lekos, Hegemony, Meklon). The Berraxs had received the message from Sater and sent one back. The Meklon hit the flank over and over, while the Hegemony did the same to the other flank. The Lekos attacked the center of the Star Raider. The Berrxas only had a dozen fighters, while the Greal battleships had about a hundred fighters.

The muri (http://youtube.com/watch?v=e6dzvxTKNBg) had an interest in the Berrax ship surviving, if only as a bastion of hope for that sad people.
"Hail to the Berrax ship-should you like an escourt to more hospitable climes?" the Battlecrabs sent, tearing into the Greali vessels. "If not, we understand, and will be on our way..."

Fatum ignored the man on the loudspeaker. He knew the moment he stepped outside he would either be shot, or drugged and captured, tortured, and killed in a most gruesome way to serve as a warning to others who might attack Calaverias. Even now there was a tightening ring of GOU, Hunters, Stalkers and Probe fighters closing in though four or so city blocks around Fatum's building.
"Who are you?"
"No one." the kitsune assassin rasped, tugging a little white phaser-shaped device off his belt. It showed two screens: One a five mile ring around his present location, the other black grid with a deep green background with yellow frequency lines spiking and dropping spastically.
Now that I have a little peace and quiet...

It seemed the closest one was in low orbit, the ship that had initiated the strike on that farm just before he'd eliminated the target. The HAMMER would do as a launch point, even as it's guns swiveled to target Fatum's area. Fatum punched in some coordinates, tapped one of the screens, input another string of coordinates, and held the thing up. "The Great Leader is dead," he grinned at the kid, winking, "long live the Great Leader."
Then he was gone.

The personal beaming device had been expensive, but the Alumina didn't spend all their time shooting Danaversians and designing ships. Fatum, in a mess of particles, was shot from his current point up to the beaming station on the HAMMER. From there the HAMMER, influenced by the device, beamed him back down again to just inside the five mile radius. The Xiscapian landed inside the silent local private sector of this part of Celestis. Everything was dark and still, the buildings and streets abandoned by their former owners upon the government takeover of all businesses.

From here Fatum could make it on foot out to what passed for the wilderness here: A small strip of cold plains, forest, lakes and mountains surrounded by city and farmland. Now that he was no longer being tracked, he could find a way to contact sympathetics and the surviving Black Guards on this world and see if they could escape. Donning his holographic disguise once more, Fatum stepped out into the street and began to casually jog away from the city center.
Twilight...
Lio bowed her head. "In the meantime, I suggest you get rest. It won't be long until you are reunited with others of your kind." She stood and strode back to the bridge, leaving Sater alone at the table.
Administrative Building...
Black Guard Tokala strode up the corridors to the War Room. He caught a passing GOU by the arm. "We heard gunfire. Did a Greali make it in?" he demanded.

Twilight

KABAL announced to the crew "Unauthorized beaming detected, gathering data." KABAL would identify where Fatum was beamed, but wouldn't know where he was headed.

Administrative building.

The GOU walked past Tokala taking his army away. Two GOU dragged the dead leaders body past Tokala, blood smearing the clean white room and floor.

Twilight

KABAL announced to the crew "Unauthorized beaming detected, gathering data." KABAL would identify where Fatum was beamed, but wouldn't know where he was headed.

Administrative building.

The GOU walked past Tokala taking his army away. Two GOU dragged the dead leaders body past Tokala, blood smearing the clean white room and floor.

sorry was on my freinds account on accident.

The muri (http://youtube.com/watch?v=e6dzvxTKNBg) had an interest in the Berrax ship surviving, if only as a bastion of hope for that sad people.
"Hail to the Berrax ship-should you like an escourt to more hospitable climes?" the Battlecrabs sent, tearing into the Greali vessels. "If not, we understand, and will be on our way..."

OOC: Whoa, what? You're attacking my ships?

OOC:If you like, I can amend this post-"Attention to the Greal ships-we intend that vessel survive to act as a shining symbol of Hope to those who would free themselves from your yoke.", but let's face it, a space battle will still ensue without the advantage of a surprise attack.
IC: The three Battlecrabs fell into defensive formation about the Berrax ships, carefully setting themselves between the Greal fighters and the ragtag minifleet. In typical muri tactics, they began jamming communications with the Calveran national anthem and howling "Hail the Great Leader!" and other propaganda as they fired upon the vessels obstructing their planned escape path.
A tight fatline beam overrode the Berrax communications array:"The Great Leader has ordained you survive to vex His foes. Signal us when you are ready to be cloaked."
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Rio Casa
Gemilla was honing her knowledge of Xiscapian etiquette further when a messenger entered. "There's some sort of disturbance in Greal space, milady. We're not sure what, but some of your Battlecrabs appeared before the frequencies all started broadcasting the Calveran national anthem."
"Dey're not me Battlecrabzzez." she snapped, pressing a button to allow the viewscreen in her chambers to let Xiscapian intelligence convey what they considered important to her.
"Dizz izz bad." she pronounced, skimming the report. "Apparently, one off our merzzenary companiezzez hazz rented out to Calverazz."
"The Emperor will need to speak with you, milady-this endangers our non-aggression pact with Greal."
"Yezz, me hazz eyezzez to zzee, earzzez to hear." she replied. "Tell de Emperor me will zzee him after me talkzz to de Yellow Zzpringzzez-de Voivode muzzt be conzzulted firzzt, zzo me knowzz more for de Emperor'zz earzzez. Can me getzz a zzecure channel on dizz ding?"
"Yes, milady." the messenger typed in the appropriate information. "I'll escort you to the Imperial Court as soon as you're ready."

OOC: How would you know where the Battleship is? Even if you were listening to communications, they were speaking in ancient Berrax............

Bump--

OOC: How would you know where the Battleship is? Even if you were listening to communications, they were speaking in ancient Berrax............

Firstly, the muri mercenaries are shepherding an Underground Railroad for the Berrax, relocating them to New Berrax.
Secondly, the existance of this ship has been floating around, and would be watched for.
Thirdly, the bolongo-the muri translation unit-is telepathic in nature.
However, if these points are not adequate, I will withdraw my involvement from this scene.

OCC: how did you survive the blast?

OOC:A gravimetric funnel to redirect the impact further into the planet's crust, shunting the excess heat into the demiplane between E-space and first level hyperspace, and a personal force field to handle the rest, plus being composed of dark matter as opposed to conventional organic material. You really should have used a mass driver-I'd have been forced to shunt myself into the demiplane and had to wait for my ship to come get me, but the Environmental Impact Statement would have weighed twenty pounds. As it stands, the hole you burned in your ozone layer is going to see a spike in skin cancer, and you've thrown your weather patterns waay off. I'd brace for a tornado if I were you-but I'm not you, and there is a possibility the second blast actually shattered the tectonic plate weakened by the first, opening up the city to earthquake.
All in all, your response did more to destroy your ecosystems than anything I'd have come up with, and beaming down more farms won't really be feasible for some time to come, and still will take months to begin producing. Other than jumping the gun on my signals-your bombardment may be taken as Barad, when I'm only up to Dever-you've really helped me immensely. I believe I'll send Kash Wilson a fruit basket...

OCC: Kash Wilson's dead.....

second of all, how do you get the power to hold and activate all these things, you say your made of dark matter, how can a sentinate live like that?

OOC:Then I'll send the fruit basket to his successor-Kash Wilson, I believe. Muri systems are powered off a hyperspatial tap, and the roiling energies of hyperspace are a near-infinite power source for those as know to tap them. Being composed of dark matter makes me denser and tougher than conventional materials, but also allows me to derive nutrition from almost anything, provided it isn't composed of fire or light. I do require three or four times the nutritional intake of a comparatively sized human, but being capable of sustaining myself on a planetary atmosphere helps, if it does make me flatulent. Survival isn't an issue in E-space-Life is the Great Adapter, as you'll discover as you sweep out into the wastelands left over from the Imitator War.

OOC:If you like, I can amend this post-"Attention to the Greal ships-we intend that vessel survive to act as a shining symbol of Hope to those who would free themselves from your yoke.", but let's face it, a space battle will still ensue without the advantage of a surprise attack.
IC: The three Battlecrabs fell into defensive formation about the Berrax ships, carefully setting themselves between the Greal fighters and the ragtag minifleet. In typical muri tactics, they began jamming communications with the Calveran national anthem and howling "Hail the Great Leader!" and other propaganda as they fired upon the vessels obstructing their planned escape path.
A tight fatline beam overrode the Berrax communications array:"The Great Leader has ordained you survive to vex His foes. Signal us when you are ready to be cloaked."
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Rio Casa
Gemilla was honing her knowledge of Xiscapian etiquette further when a messenger entered. "There's some sort of disturbance in Greal space, milady. We're not sure what, but some of your Battlecrabs appeared before the frequencies all started broadcasting the Calveran national anthem."
"Dey're not me Battlecrabzzez." she snapped, pressing a button to allow the viewscreen in her chambers to let Xiscapian intelligence convey what they considered important to her.
"Dizz izz bad." she pronounced, skimming the report. "Apparently, one off our merzzenary companiezzez hazz rented out to Calverazz."
"The Emperor will need to speak with you, milady-this endangers our non-aggression pact with Greal."
"Yezz, me hazz eyezzez to zzee, earzzez to hear." she replied. "Tell de Emperor me will zzee him after me talkzz to de Yellow Zzpringzzez-de Voivode muzzt be conzzulted firzzt, zzo me knowzz more for de Emperor'zz earzzez. Can me getzz a zzecure channel on dizz ding?"
"Yes, milady." the messenger typed in the appropriate information. "I'll escort you to the Imperial Court as soon as you're ready."

The Berraxs were surprised, but they immediately went to work, but their engine was badly damaged and it may take hours or even days. The Greal battleships however knew where the battlecrabs came from. They sent a message to their superiors and asked for reinforcements went to battle. Hundreds of hell fire missiles were fired at the battlecrabs and the Berrax battleship. Two more Greal cruisers and three police frigates arrived to cut off any escape route.

OOC:Then I'll send the fruit basket to his successor-Kash Wilson, I believe. Muri systems are powered off a hyperspatial tap, and the roiling energies of hyperspace are a near-infinite power source for those as know to tap them. Being composed of dark matter makes me denser and tougher than conventional materials, but also allows me to derive nutrition from almost anything, provided it isn't composed of fire or light. I do require three or four times the nutritional intake of a comparatively sized human, but being capable of sustaining myself on a planetary atmosphere helps, if it does make me flatulent. Survival isn't an issue in E-space-Life is the Great Adapter, as you'll discover as you sweep out into the wastelands left over from the Imitator War.

OCC: I control the Imitators are you suggesting bringing them back? what wasteland?

OOC:the muri are blocking communications with the Calveran national anthem, and our "cloak" consists of moving us into a dimentional entelechy between E-space and first-level hyperspace. Since our ships have the capacity to close a Jump Point on a vessel, it seems likely we would use this ability, but equally likely we would shunt ourselves and the Berrax ships out of harm's way, allowing the Greal ships to assume we'd been vaporized until they realized there wasn't near enough debris. We could tow the damaged ships-sadly, at no more than light-speed-while cloaked, which would get them out of danger swiftly enough the Greali forces would not initiate pursuit, but I will leave it up to you, as my purpose is entirely to save the Berrax and move them to safety, keeping the Berrax battleship as a propaganda tool.
If not, your missiles will be met with an energy web, which will siphon off the missile's energies, drawing the web to it's energy source with explosive consequences. I would suggest we simply shimmer off, allowing the explosions of the missile barrage to cover us, but will respect your decision regarding the whole thing-the stats on the Battlecrabs are here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=537021), in the last post of the thread(post #49, in the event someone's left a comment)

OCC: I control the Imitators are you suggesting bringing them back? what wasteland?

OOC:I was informed that most of Celestis outside the city is wasteland from your engagement with the Imitators-this of course may be in error, but I have posted in accord with this advice, or I'd be sweeping out further from than city rather than attempting to rendevous with the assassin. It's preferable to work in peace.

OOC: The Berrax battleship, can't jump, its heavily damaged. My ships can still communicate through a secure channel. You can try to tow it, but my ships are attacking you.

OOC: The Berrax battleship, can't jump, its heavily damaged. My ships can still communicate through a secure channel. You can try to tow it, but my ships are attacking you.
OOC:If I tow it in the dimensional fold, which was my intention, your attack wouldn't be a consideration-it's occuring in E-space, while the ships are nestled in-between E-space and first-level hyperspace, hence my suggestion we allow you to think you've destroyed us.

OOC: What? I didn't understand a single word you just said.

OOC:the muri ships extend a field over the Berrax fleet, moving all into that obscure region between E-space and hyperspace, from which they tow the Berrax craft to New Berrax-meanwhile, in E-space, your missiles all blow up in a magnificent display hiding the fleet's egress.
The Greal forces, confident they have in fact destroyed the offending fleet, begins sifting through the wreckage, and finds there isn't enough debris, as the muri tow the Berrax ship through the shift between E-space and hyperspace-at the speed of light, as they can't move faster there-allowing the Berrax safe passage to New Berrax under the protection of the Great Leader, and leaving the Greal with a diplomatic grievance against the muri of Pamaltela and the belief they've destroyed their foes, until they weigh the wreckage.

OOC:the muri ships extend a field over the Berrax fleet, moving all into that obscure region between E-space and hyperspace, from which they tow the Berrax craft to New Berrax-meanwhile, in E-space, your missiles all blow up in a magnificent display hiding the fleet's egress.
The Greal forces, confident they have in fact destroyed the offending fleet, begins sifting through the wreckage, and finds there isn't enough debris, as the muri tow the Berrax ship through the shift between E-space and hyperspace-at the speed of light, as they can't move faster there-allowing the Berrax safe passage to New Berrax under the protection of the Great Leader, and leaving the Greal with a diplomatic grievance against the muri of Pamaltela and the belief they've destroyed their foes, until they weigh the wreckage.

OOC: Your ships can't exactly fly out of there unnoticed. I formed a circle around the battlecrabs and the Berrax ship.

We are traversing a dimension a bit beyond your sensors-not quite E-space, but not quite hyperspace either. It's between, rather like your senses encompassing both sides of a sheet of paper, but not noting what goes on in the page itself. You have conquered hyperspace to the extent you have FTL travel, but we are in that brief moment of transition-a point not in E-space, but neither in hyperspace-we do not exist in either, but in that transitional space between the two. Your ships visit here for perhaps a microsecond or two, but we ARE here, transitted between the two realms in a mathematical limbo, bound by the laws of both and neither-sandwiched in a realm you know must exist, but is beyond. You know to enter hyperspace, there is a transition-one realm where light is the maximum speed, another where it is not-we are in the point of transition, between matter and energy-here we flow-quite beyond your sensors, though perhaps we are a gravimetric ripple, as a ship passing in hyperspace may exhibit, but we are not in E-space anymore, any more than we are in hyperspace. Your hyperspace beacons do not reflect us,nor do your more conventional scans, nor may we interact with them in any substantive way-we are sandwiched between entelechies, forced to live by the strictures of both-the end effect is we are as diaphonous as a phantom, and as registerable-we are limping away at the speed of light. Your sensors will record the explosion, you see no more enemies, and you will simply realize there isn't enough debris to account for the ships and the missiles.
I admit it's a dirty trick, but if this were your advantage, wouldn't you press it? Muri technology operates under Clarke's Third Law-or, to quote Space:1999:you know the basic physics, you just don't know the loopholes.
If you like, I can downgrade to something more physics compatible, providing a vibratory field allowing for a 1:179 chance of hitting the targets-but in this case, they get to fire back-but I have always abhorred geekspeak replacing true Science Fiction, and I doubt a string of mathematical formulae would enhance any pleasure in the game, other than for those drooling in their mother's basements hoping I'll drop such data.

OOC: How about your ships and the Berrax ship just escape, but my ships caught a glimpse of you and was unsure what it was.

OOC:You got more than a glimpse-the Battlecrabs were stated as appearing and surrounding the Berrax, adequately for Xiscapian Intelligence to identify the craft, and I am anticipating a diplomatic incident over the matter. The Greal DO know that muri Battlecrabs were active in the engagement, though whether or not they know what a Battlecrab is or it's nation of origin is of course up to you. The crabs have intervened in other events, though admittedly never to this extent.

OOC:You got more than a glimpse-the Battlecrabs were stated as appearing and surrounding the Berrax, adequately for Xiscapian Intelligence to identify the craft, and I am anticipating a diplomatic incident over the matter. The Greal DO know that muri Battlecrabs were active in the engagement, though whether or not they know what a Battlecrab is or it's nation of origin is of course up to you. The crabs have intervened in other events, though admittedly never to this extent.

OOC: How about it? The Berrax ship escapes with the Battle crabs, but my guys got a glimpse and there will be a diplomatic problem.

OOC:Go with it

The Berrax battleship and the battlecrabs escaped in time. The Greal ships tried to pursuit, but were countered by the battlecrabs. The Greal ships then went back to Hurtrix to report their failure.

Tokala watched as the GOU tugged the corpse of the Great Leader out of sight, nodding to himself. That was all he needed to know. Turning back, he made his way to Erus's Quarters to inform him of the news.
War Room...
A couple of minutes later Overseer Erus sat in the War Room, ignoring the blood on the floor and the far wall riddled with bullets, the balcony chipped and cracked by the slugs. The kitsune waited patiently, wondering if what he had heard was true. It had been said if the Great Leader was assassinated another exactly like him would take his place. If so, Erus vitally needed to speak with Kash Wilson's successor: That is, Kash Wilson, the new Great Leader.
Outskirts...
Fatum checked cautiously over his shoulder before sprinting across the street and out into the desolate night. At just past two o'clock in the morning Celestis was asleep, aside from the patrolling GOU and Stalkers and the scream of Probe fighters overheard. Pulling himself over the barren, gray dunes that were marked for pave-over and construction, the assassin carefully made his way towards where he knew the patch of wilderness to be, and there, his sanctuary.

"They WHAT?" the Voivode was livid, his face near-black. "I personally promised the kitsune Emperor non-involvement, and they-they...."
Muritan smiled beneath his tattoos. "It was the Night Blades, Excellency-they've rented out again."
"Why wasn't I informed of this?"
"It was all in that report you threw at the messenger bringing the latest news from Glamour." Muritan sighed. "Captain Ragnar met with a Kash Wilson clone in the Barrens-the cybermats politely supplied us with the video record-it's time-stamped and as foolproof as cybermat records can be."
"Do the cybermats know we have it?" the Voivode grinned. "We're going to send an ambassador to Greal-Sister Jhamba of the Ordo Xiola Umbari has studied their races, hasn't she?"
"Only for about two hundred and fifty years, Excellency." Muritan replied. "I would suggest another order, though-the Greali are terribly lax regarding the safety of ambasadors, and the Order is well-loved by the people..."
"All the more reason to send her-the Xiola Umbari are healers and pacifists-only a fool would kill one, especially given the love which we-and the Zorak Zorani-have for them." the Voivode smiled, then. "Send Sister Jhamba in for her briefing, then arrange transport-one of those swift little kitsune yachts, I think..."

Tokala watched as the GOU tugged the corpse of the Great Leader out of sight, nodding to himself. That was all he needed to know. Turning back, he made his way to Erus's Quarters to inform him of the news.
War Room...
A couple of minutes later Overseer Erus sat in the War Room, ignoring the blood on the floor and the far wall riddled with bullets, the balcony chipped and cracked by the slugs. The kitsune waited patiently, wondering if what he had heard was true. It had been said if the Great Leader was assassinated another exactly like him would take his place. If so, Erus vitally needed to speak with Kash Wilson's successor: That is, Kash Wilson, the new Great Leader.
Outskirts...
Fatum checked cautiously over his shoulder before sprinting across the street and out into the desolate night. At just past two o'clock in the morning Celestis was asleep, aside from the patrolling GOU and Stalkers and the scream of Probe fighters overheard. Pulling himself over the barren, gray dunes that were marked for pave-over and construction, the assassin carefully made his way towards where he knew the patch of wilderness to be, and there, his sanctuary.

However, Fatum was about to run into a surprise as he ran across the street, there was a click, and two bolt guns were pointed at Fatum.

"Should we shoot him?" asked one of the Greal Black Guards.

"He's not even a Calaverian." said Malker, aiming the bolt gun at Fatum."Who are you?"

OCC: informing you guys i wont be online for a couple of days

OOC: You could've at least made an IC post then, NC. :rolleyes:
IC:
"Hey now," Fatum slowly raised his hands, not coming above shoulder height. Finally these clowns decided to show themselves. "I'm a friend, no need for the guns. Just a contract assassin trying to find a way off this damn rock. I'm on your side." He had enough weapons to kill them both, but the kitsune wanted to build relations with these people, not destroy them. Working together might be the only ticket away from this cursed planet. Fatum also hoped that whatever the two decided, they would decide soon. Patrols were everywhere, and they could be spotted at any moment.

OOC: You could've at least made an IC post then, NC. :rolleyes:
IC:
"Hey now," Fatum slowly raised his hands, not coming above shoulder height. Finally these clowns decided to show themselves. "I'm a friend, no need for the guns. Just a contract assassin trying to find a way off this damn rock. I'm on your side." He had enough weapons to kill them both, but the kitsune wanted to build relations with these people, not destroy them. Working together might be the only ticket away from this cursed planet. Fatum also hoped that whatever the two decided, they would decide soon. Patrols were everywhere, and they could be spotted at any moment.

"A contract assassin?" asked Malker, sounding amused,"Who hired you? And who were you supposed to kill?"

As Malker spoke, more Black Guards emerged from their hiding places, watching Fatum.

"I can't say my employer, but my target was the Great Leader. I understand it was your job, so what happened? Your balls drop off or something? But it's mission accomplished, we can all go home. So would it kill a few of you to slink back into the shadows?" Fatum looked around at the Guards who had recently materialized. "If they see us, they won't just be sending soldiers and tanks anymore. Oh no, I saw them orbital strike one of your poor sods, a great flaming crater where he used to be. They're willing to damage their own planet to get us, so-"
He raised his hand suddenly, interrupting himself. Distantly they could hear jackboots marching in prefect step. "Do you hear that?" he asked quietly. "That is the sound of a thousand terrible things coming this way. If they find us, they will crush us, grind into tiny bits and blast us into oblivion. And I'm not even getting started on what they'll do just if they find out you're in Greali armor. Oh no, they've been torturing people for decades now, they're pretty damn good at it. I suggest we move."

Elsewhere, a message was sent to Commander Rammer. Short, simple and to the point:
The Great Leader is dead.

"I can't say my employer, but my target was the Great Leader. I understand it was your job, so what happened? Your balls drop off or something? But it's mission accomplished, we can all go home. So would it kill a few of you to slink back into the shadows?" Fatum looked around at the Guards who had recently materialized. "If they see us, they won't just be sending soldiers and tanks anymore. Oh no, I saw them orbital strike one of your poor sods, a great flaming crater where he used to be. They're willing to damage their own planet to get us, so-"
He raised his hand suddenly, interrupting himself. Distantly they could hear jackboots marching in prefect step. "Do you hear that?" he asked quietly. "That is the sound of a thousand terrible things coming this way. If they find us, they will crush us, grind into tiny bits and blast us into oblivion. And I'm not even getting started on what they'll do just if they find out you're in Greali armor. Oh no, they've been torturing people for decades now, they're pretty damn good at it. I suggest we move."

Elsewhere, a message was sent to Commander Rammer. Short, simple and to the point:

"Yes, lets move." said Malker, also hearing nearby enemies. As they were moving quickly, Malker asked" Any ideas how to get off this planet seeing that you just done my job."

Warlord Starbase

Commander Rammer smiled at the message and sent if off to his superiors. Greal may have started a war with the Calaverians, but it was the Greali that killed him.

"Any ideas how to get off this planet, seeing that you just done my job."
"Considering your drop ships and frigate have all gotten themselves blown up and my method of transport doesn't afford me a ticket out of here, we'll have to use something local. They've got this world locked down tight, so we're gonna need to completely bypass their planetary and orbital defenses. Here's my idea," Fatum hopped a fallen log as they reached the treeline, "we rally all the living Guards we can find. Once we're all situated we find the closest military base, and break in. We'll need to make it look like a raid for stealing supplies, but what we're really going for is the beam platform. It's no good stealing fighters or transports, the GTO defenses will just shoot us down. But if we can beam aboard an Observer, we can overpower the crew and hijack the thing for safe space before anyone knows what's going on."

"Any ideas how to get off this planet, seeing that you just done my job."
"Considering your drop ships and frigate have all gotten themselves blown up and my method of transport doesn't afford me a ticket out of here, we'll have to use something local. They've got this world locked down tight, so we're gonna need to completely bypass their planetary and orbital defenses. Here's my idea," Fatum hopped a fallen log as they reached the treeline, "we rally all the living Guards we can find. Once we're all situated we find the closest military base, and break in. We'll need to make it look like a raid for stealing supplies, but what we're really going for is the beam platform. It's no good stealing fighters or transports, the GTO defenses will just shoot us down. But if we can beam aboard an Observer, we can overpower the crew and hijack the thing for safe space before anyone knows what's going on."

Hijacking an Observer was far from Malker's mind. But it was a plan.
"Okay, well, I have thirty five guards left, and most of them are with me." as he spoke, he pressed a red button on his communicator,"The rest are coming as we speak."
True enough, the remaining few guards arrived.

A hunter was on the prowel in the outskirts of the forest, where the two assasins were hiding, he carryed a Safari, tranq pistol two high-explosive and three nerve-gas nades, as well as a larg hunting knife, his eyes scanned the treeline.

Orbit

Alexander turned to his Kitsune freind " The great leader is fine, he was never killed, the assasination attempt was failed, we are sending two hunter squads, and three Stalkers to search the forest, we need to find out where this assasin, if hes still alive, is at."

Administrative Building.

The Great Leader entered with a fresh suit and took his formers place. " That wasn't supposed to happen." he said looking around at his officers " I'm a little tired and don't feel like killing you, so just get out of my sight."

OCC: Xiscapia, how do you feel with me bringing back the Imitators, i have a "evolution" that has advanced them, more dangerous, maybe a spy or something?

OOC: This would get interesting with the Imitators, but I would suggest a separate thread for that.

Talon pulled into orbit around Celestis, cloaked in that odd realm between E-space and first-level hyperspace where it was unseen, but still interacted with both realms.
The African bees it had collected had spawned two fresh generations in Talon's bowels, but Talon knew his master's desires, and had raised their aggression levels by regular thefts of their rich honey-a bit of an added bonus, but Morga loved when his property profitted from his orders, so Talon, too, was pleased.
His master was hiding, but Talon knew how to contact him-the muri preferred to use insect frequencies,as most races didn't bother to monitor them-too much going on.
Dipping into the atmosphere, Talon sent out the usual hail. Morga would contact him in due time, and there was much honey to be had while waiting...
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Morga watched the impromptu meeting-far too many for him to get safely offworld, and their plans were escape-not conducive to his own. As much as he should like allies, fifty was far too easily detected, though their attempts to escape might provide cover for his own plans.
"Master, are you there? I have-" Irritated, Morga slapped his communicator off. Talon was in orbit, but his transmission may have betrayed Morga's location. The muri pulled into the shadows, hoping that the men hadn't heard. Urban dwellers tended not to look up, but sadly, there were not enough gargoyles in Celestis for Morga to successfully ape one. Blind stupid clueless doo-dah luck he cursed mentally, preparing for what would come...

Fatum looked around. Plenty of 'em to use, but keeping them all down and out of sight will be another problem. If over half of them have bought it, the Calaverians are catching on. We need to be fast. "Alright, we're gonna get to the forest and lurk around for a while, let's see where we can find a structure with a transporter. When we make the attack don't worry about not killing all the personal, but we'll need to destroy the transporter on our way out to stop anyone who wants to follow. From there-"
"Master, are you there? I have-"
Senses honed by years of training and field assignments, Fatum jerked his pistol out of it's holster in the blink of an eye, pointing up to the building looming over the group. His night vision helped dispel the shadows, and he could see the massive shape of the Muri clearly.
What the hell is that?!
"Shit!" he snarled, unwilling to open fire on the evidently defenseless creature for risk of drawing attention. "Keep it covered, if he makes a jump, blast 'em." he motioned to the Guards, backing away.
Twilight...
Lio shrugged. "What will you do with the assassin if you find him and his other Guard friends?"
Administrative Building...
Erus sat quietly as the other officers left, waiting until the room was empty. "Congratulations on your miraculous recovery, Great Leader," said the kitsune Overseer quietly. "I am to inform you General Caedo has elected to arrive within minutes, and he expects a full presentation of his forces at the Gate. He is not a forgiving kitsune, and I expect he will assume command upon arrival."
OOC: I agree, a separate thread for that sort of thing would be a good idea.

Fatum looked around. Plenty of 'em to use, but keeping them all down and out of sight will be another problem. If over half of them have bought it, the Calaverians are catching on. We need to be fast. "Alright, we're gonna get to the forest and lurk around for a while, let's see where we can find a structure with a transporter. When we make the attack don't worry about not killing all the personal, but we'll need to destroy the transporter on our way out to stop anyone who wants to follow. From there-"
"Master, are you there? I have-"
Senses honed by years of training and field assignments, Fatum jerked his pistol out of it's holster in the blink of an eye, pointing up to the building looming over the group. His night vision helped dispel the shadows, and he could see the massive shape of the Muri clearly.
What the hell is that?!
"Shit!" he snarled, unwilling to open fire on the evidently defenseless creature for risk of drawing attention. "Keep it covered, if he makes a jump, blast 'em." he motioned to the Guards, backing away.
Twilight...
Lio shrugged. "What will you do with the assassin if you find him and his other Guard friends?"
Administrative Building...
Erus sat quietly as the other officers left, waiting until the room was empty. "Congratulations on your miraculous recovery, Great Leader," said the kitsune Overseer quietly. "I am to inform you General Caedo has elected to arrive within minutes, and he expects a full presentation of his forces at the Gate. He is not a forgiving kitsune, and I expect he will assume command upon arrival."
OOC: I agree, a separate thread for that sort of thing would be a good idea.

The Black Guards also noticed the Muri and were ready to blast it away with their bolt guns and their silent sidearms. Malker suggested that they use a silent weapon to kill the Muri.

The Black Guards also noticed the Muri and were ready to blast it away with their bolt guns and their silent sidearms. Malker suggested that they use a silent weapon to kill the Muri.
"That would probably be wise, gentlemen-it is early morning, and shots would be noted." Morga stepped forward, foreclaws raised. "Also-try to avoid energy weapons-I've little interest in attracting the GOU in the event you're not good shots, and this city is scanned for that sort of thing.
"As little as I'd like dying, being taken alive by the GOU is a worse fate, and something we'd all like to avoid." Morga looked at them, his face finally visible to Fatum. "I do believe we all have one thing in common, gentlemen-the Grating Leader should love to have us all loyal pets should he catch us."

Fatum kept his distance, maintaining a position that kept the majority of the Black Guards between him and the huge beast. "You may be right, in any case: They," he he nodded in the direction of the rest of the city, "would love to get their hands on us, after all the attacks and deaths. "Who are you, and why are you here?" He kept his pistol trained on what the kitsune supposed the Muri's head was. It didn't look like a single bolt would hurt it much, but if he could get a shot straight though an eye the thing should die...

The Black Guards also noticed the Muri and were ready to blast it away with their bolt guns and their silent sidearms. Malker suggested that they use a silent weapon to kill the Muri.
"That would probably be wise, gentlemen-it is early morning, and shots would be noted." Morga stepped forward, foreclaws raised. "Also-try to avoid energy weapons-I've little interest in attracting the GOU in the event you're not good shots, and this city is scanned for that sort of thing.
"As little as I'd like dying, being taken alive by the GOU is a worse fate, and something we'd all like to avoid." Morga looked at them, his face finally visible to Fatum. "I do believe we all have one thing in common, gentlemen-the Grating Leader should love to have us all loyal pets should he catch us."

The Greal Black Guards kept their guns trained on him. Letting Fatum handle the situation. Malker looked uneasily at the Muri.

"I am an interested party, who wishes this obscenity removed from Komor." Morga replied. "And, Fatum-I am most distressed you do not recall the Kingpin of Tenfour, especially as I've doubtless paid you better for smaller work.
"Would you mind if I joined you? I'd rather not yell from this ledge-" here, Morga allowed himself a bit of humor-a bolongo was telepathic. "If you're not going to kill me, perhaps we should adjourn further into the wilderness-I do have a ship, which can carry thirty comfortably, but can accomodate you all-and I believe we have mutual interests to explore..."

Fatum squinted in the shadowed twilight his vision provided him with at the troll. "Mor-" He stopped himself, staring. What is the bastard doing here? Slowly, the Xiscapian reached out and pushed Malker's rifle down so it pointed to the ground. "Lower your weapons," he commanded the Guards. "He's a...friend." Sort of. Fatum didn't trust Morga: The Muri made him uneasy, even when issuing contracts on some poor sod's life. Fatum knew that the Kingpin of Tenfour didn't give a flying fuck about his life, except maybe as a low-risk way to remove certain undesirables. Doubtless he had other assassins, loyal or in contract to him. He needed to figure out the troll's true agenda, what he was really after here and why he was helping them escape. He wouldn't do it unless it helped him in some way, but no matter how you cut it Fatum was grateful, unless Morga intended to get them all nice and drunk and devour them, as he had heard Muri did.
"Lead the way," he gestured to Morga with his free hand, not having holstered his gun.

The Black Guards were also uneasily, and they kept their guns ready at all times as they followed Fatum, who followed Morga.

Twilight

Alexander smiled " If there caught...well, well do what you say we do best, torture them till they beg for death and there tears and mixed with blood. They will be tortured live to show the people there enemy. Some of them will be cooked, I hear Greali is actually quite good, better than having a former GOU for dinner." Alexander said remembering working in the feild. Whenever a GOU died he was chopped up and cooked, then put in silver packs for consumption, saved time and money.

Administrative Building

The Great leader smiled " You know..." He walked behind Erus and rested his hands on the back of the seat " Maybe this "terrorist" isn't a human or for that matter organic. If he was we would have picked it up by know, maybe we should scan for other things, energy readings and such.."

Stargate

General Caedo's Calaverian GOU arrived, as well as his vehicles, fighters, and he had his own Observer in Orbit. Under his command he would have two hundred thousand GOU, 1,5000 EOT's, 35 Post walkers and 500 Probe fighters. They were all in formation in front of the gate, literally waves of them, there eyes glowing behind there gas-mask like face's, all was quiet as the gate began to dial.

OCC:Sorry, i was on my freinds account, i forgot to log out, the POST ABOVE IS MINE!

Arachne Solara was laughing, Morga knew-the goddess of Time was perverse and enjoyed tangling the skein of Reality to test a man's ingenuity. "If you have caloric cloaks, use them-the satellite surveillance can doubtless pick up a heat signature, and we are a large group. I believe there is a cave complex not far we can hole up in for a time-doubtful more than a month, but we shan't be staying that long.
"I believe our first order of business will be delivering my cargo." Morga noted their expressions, and continued:"My ship is currently filled with African bees from the Heart of Chaos-vicious territorial creatures who have killed men in the past with their swarmings. It is my assumption you would rather I rid myself of them than taking you onboard with them buzzing angrily about.
"Actually, if you would care to help me deliver them to their destination, it would make things much quicker..."

Twilight...
I guess Soylent Green really is people.
She had to keep the look of disgust off her face, though what with the Muri and their rumored death rituals apparently eating your own kind was much more common than one would think. "Economical, anyway," she said dryly, "I guess that means everyone has a little of the Great Leader in them."
Administrative Building...
"I doubt very highly that the terrorist you called the strike on is human," said Erus blandly. "But there are more pressing matters at hand. Given your recent," his glance strayed to the bloodstains on the carpet, "assassination attempt, this sort of thing cannot be tolerated. While you try to find these terrorists, assassins and foreign nationals, outside Calaverias others have taken interest in you. Specifically, as you may have guessed, the Intergalactic Empire of Greal. You must declare war on them, and strike, before they can attack again. The Kitsune Empire will back you in the conflict, I have been authorized to inform you we can send weapons, medical support, intelligence information, logistical data and my fellow Overseers as well as the General can assist you in tactics and strategy against the Greali aggressor. The enemy must be destroyed, Great Leader, so they will not be able to harm Calaverias any more."
OOC: TG, NC.
Outskirts...
Ah, I see how it is. Fatum thought. Indentured servitude, almost. Stay and help you, be your lackeys and expendables, or we can go off on our own and get killed or captured. Help you...do whatever the hell it is you're doing. It's not like we've got much of a choice: He's the man with the ship, after all, and I don't relish the idea of trying to overpower him. Even if we succeed...well, I hear that whatever you do to or for one Muri, it affects your standing with others...
"Morga, kingpin of Tenfour, known to be subtle (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmI9gAyNPyE) and dangerous. This just got complicated.." he muttered softly to Malker as way of explanation. "We'll do whatever you need," he told Morga. "We'll release these monsters for you."
Gate...
The Gate began to glow and a form appeared, quickly materializing to become General Caedo. His gaze (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uv9p7h4oO3A) swept across the assembled men and machines as he stood on the platform, hands behind his back. The kitsune had the standard rust-colored ears and white-tipped tail and yellow eyes, but his hair was like obsidian in hue and his skin was sallow in the bright light. His expression and general demeanor gave off the sense that he was restraining himself, with difficulty, from killing you.

"Where is the Lieutenant General?" he asked softly, but his voice carried to every soldier, whether he was standing in ranks or inside the cockpit of a war machine. Once the man who bore this rank approached Caedo directed him to stand on the platform behind him as he strolled leisurely up and down the lines of GOU.

"Now listen to me, you diseased heathens. I am going to teach you soldiering, the galaxy's finest profession. Not this marching up and down, killing your superior officer and eating each others bollocks shit that you have been doing for the past decade. When I'm done with you you'll be able to stand up and kill your fellow sentient like civilized men. Good soldiers don't think: They just obey. Years of brainwashing, cloning and pounding propaganda into your skulls has drilled this into your conscious so it is a second nature, therefore I will not need to worry if you will follow orders from a xeno." He looked over them again, a slight feral smile spreading across his face.

"I can tell by the foolish expressions on your faces," he announced despite the fact that the troops under his command all wore helmets, "that you are going to be crack troops. It is up to me alone to change you from the military that has, quite frankly, gotten it's ass handed to it on a silver platter in the past and change you into a feared fighting force. In less than a weeks time either Calaverias will declare war on Greal, or Greal will declare war on Calaverias. You need to be ready. Constant vigilance is key, on and off the battlefield. When you engage the enemy, where the battle is, whether it's on your homeland or theirs, depends on how well you fight. The future of Calaverias rests with it's military, and that is you. Should Qonn and state allow it, I will march you all the way to Meklon on Nova Reginix!"
He stared at them, yellow eyes glowing maliciously. "Once you've fought under my command, no Greali, be it human or Techar or Berrax or Remelar or Galax, will be able to stand in your way."

Adminstrative building

The Great Leader let go of Erus's chair and walked back to the front of the white table. The Great Leader nodded " Xiscapia will come with aid, then I will declar war against the Greali, inform your leaders" He turned his back to Erus and looked out a window " I know death Erus's I have experienced it over a thousand times, but yet I wake up... I have memory's of decades in my brain and there are hundreds of adventures Iv'e been on, Ive seen millions of faces, if not more...I've killed more people than there are cities by my-self. But I'm not bad, im not a bad person." he said before throwing a Greali newspaper on the table, the front lines said " The Great Physcopath"

Stargate

A officer quickly ran to Caedo " Sir, you have been requested to meet the Great Leader, he wishes your presence immediatly, other like myself will oversee your troops before you return."

Twilight

Alexander gave her a almost suspicous look " Have the Xiscapian's ever encountered any non-biological sentinents?"

Erus wondered if the Great Leader had ever seen the Xiscapian oil painting that he knew to hang in the Palace in the Conference Room. It was entitled A gunshot to the head of Tredemption and it depicted Commander Durc on Space Station Protector firing his rifle into the head of Kash Wilson. The real, true Kash Wilson, not one of his clones. The newspapers all over the nation had come out the next day with headlines screaming triumphently about his death. It was not unlike this.

Erus did not so much as touch the newspaper, but he remained silent. The Great Leader would get whatever it was out of his system soon enough.
Gate...
Caedo looked at the man, eyes coldly evaluating how much his life was worth. "Lead me to him, then." At his side a black katana sword shone with reflected light as he walked, sneering arrogance showing on his face as he looked around Celestis.
Twilight...
"We've made non-biological sentients," said Lio, "and yes, we have made contact with intelligences not contained by flesh. Why do you ask?"

OCC: be on later

"We'll do whatever you need," he told Morga. "We'll release these monsters for you."
--Talon, to me. Take your time-full stealth--Morga spoke into his bracer, his words carried upon the insect communication frequencies so overladen with static, but Talon knew his master's voice. Already, Morga could feel the ship's telepathic tendrils reaching out in a warm embrace as he turned to the Black Guard and Fatum.
"Excellent, dear boy-most excellent. This little scheme is a bit more than I believe I could carry out alone, but it coincides with all our interests.
"It's very simple, really-we will carry the hives through the sewers of Celestis, beneath the Administrative Building, where I shall hack the systems, and drain the toilets for a routine cleaning-forcing blasts of air back up the system to unclog blockages. Except I'm going to send our little friends, who will be most irate by this treatment, filling the building with angry African bees with most predictable results. Once we are done with that, we will rendevous at the ship and be off. I'll drop you off at a nuetral space station where you can arrange your own transport home, then we can part amicably."

The assasins didn't realize how well guarded the space around Celestis had become, they had also underestimated KABAL the Calaverian A.I. Morga should have been concerned with the energy scanners which were now being used lightly at the moment.

OOC:Concerned enough that I warned the Greali troops about them a few posts ago, before you ordered them used? And as far as KABAL goes, it may be the bee's knees where you're from, but it's already made quite a few errors. It's search pattern for the widgets revealed the widgets operating in ways they were already stated as not using, employing unit tactics, when it was stated they tend to run about singly and break into systems individually. This textual error indicates that the widgets have compromised KABAL and fed it misinformation, or that they are on the verge of occupying the entire system. An AI is nice-don't get me wrong-but they really can't outthink an organic brain-it's the time an organic takes inputting data that gives the AI the edge. The widget, on the other hand, is an aggressive sentient virus designed to deal with this situation, while KABAL is a security program designed to protect Calveras' governmental systems, now being employed in an emergency to perform beyond it's function. While the widgets will simply spit out another string to compromise yet another system, KABAL must identify and isolate each widget without being compromised itself, a task it will find more difficult as it covers more territory, especially as the widgets will infect it as well, given a chance. My poor forgotten fifinella has been in your system for some time, and it has also been stated a bored fifinella tends to reproduce, and they are much cleverer than the widgets...

OCC: SOrry i just dont get what your technology is and contains, for some reason im thinking widgets are like organic or something, your just confusing me, ive never heard of anything like what your saying.

OOC:It's advanced technology from an Elder Race-you're not supposed to understand it to give the race it's mystery and antiquity. Just turn the key and go, so to speak. The idea for the widgets is Roald Dahl's, first espoused in his book "The Gremlins", sadly out of print. However, Greg Bear's "Blood Music" expounds on the concept of a sentient organic virus, and for me, it was a short leap from the sentient organic virus to a sentient computer virus. Much like the Gault protoplasm, which I explained to establish Morga's bona fides when he rewrote the hardware in your cloning facility to produce frogs instead of Kash Wilson, the actual explanation of how it works is secondary to it's function, and muri tend to use alchemical and mystical jargon instead of geekspeak to explain their technology.
I am running on the assumption that Calveran technology is at about a 70's Battlestar Galactica level-FTL capacity, advanced energy systems, base teleporter/replicator technology, but a bit more advanced in medical technology. My explanations on Calveran tech have been fairly simplistic, as I have no idea how you mass produce the clones without significantly reducing their lifespan, but with the three day download, I'd suppose a five-ten year adult life is more than acceptable. Rest assured, I have a significant respect for and understanding of Calveran technology, with the caveat that while the da Vinci helicopter is a marvel of engineering, you wouldn't want to rely on one in a dogfight.

OCC: Calaverian technology is MUCH higher than what your referring to. My population is almost 3 billion, i have only ten ships(observers) each ship should carry enough firepower to take on fleet size battle groups. our science and medical power is the most advanced(science providing the boost to our military, and medical is mostly in bio-enginerring(weapons, cures, etc.) They are more a little more advanced than the Ancients-Ori when it comes to ship power, and about one and half times more advanced than the Halo humans when it comes to ground.

OOC:It's getting deep in here-best save my watch. Your tech level is nowhere near what you're describing. You've never won a war, tech far below what you describe is kicking your ass, and quite frankly, the Greal are at Star Wars level tech, and they'll eat you alive if they have a decent tactician. Xiscapia occupies you, they are at Star Wars level, have a fleet scavenged off invaders, and they still have a military advantage on you. Either stop taking the drugs and read what's been posted, or stop wasting my time. This bores the hell out of me already, and if you haven't even a basic understanding of how your tech works, don't claim levels beyond you-even I can supply a basis for how mine works, if I don't actually understand it all.

OOC:It's getting deep in here-best save my watch. Your tech level is nowhere near what you're describing. You've never won a war, tech far below what you describe is kicking your ass, and quite frankly, the Greal are at Star Wars level tech, and they'll eat you alive if they have a decent tactician. Xiscapia occupies you, they are at Star Wars level, have a fleet scavenged off invaders, and they still have a military advantage on you. Either stop taking the drugs and read what's been posted, or stop wasting my time. This bores the hell out of me already, and if you haven't even a basic understanding of how your tech works, don't claim levels beyond you-even I can supply a basis for how mine works, if I don't actually understand it all.

OCC: im not trying to start a fight or anything, i think that's how your seeing it. I just don't understand your tech, is really far out there, most of the things you refer to i have no idea what they are. And i do understnad how my tech works, and as for winning wars, ill admit im not that great of an rper.

OOC:Let me apologise-I'm currently suffering from insomnia which has kept me up three days, and it's making me irritable and cranky-and I am hardly Little Mary Sunshine to begin with. While I am an irascible old fart, I should hardly be taking it out on you.
The muri are an ancient people-their history begins before Creation, when they arose in the Void from which all things later emerged. To their knowledge, there is one race older than them, and they believe that race-the dragonewts-are now extinct, as none have been seen for eons. They are spacefarers who ride the Sea of Stars in organic ships, and have a technology more based in organics and psionics than the route humans took of machinery and energy, though one of their many Orders is dedicated to deciphering standard technology. Their last Great War took place around the tenth century AD, and one of that war's many effects was to eradicate the Norse culture, as well as diminish their numbers greatly.
Now approximately two billion strong, the muri enjoy such niceties as sentient computer viruses, biological implants and symbiotes bred to various purposes, and sentient energy constructs created to perform various acts. Their technology is way out there-figure that their space age started when humanity were rats dodging dinosaurs, and they've improved since then. With a sixty-five million year head start, they have all sorts of bizarre technology, both developed on their own or obtained from other races, some long-dead. I will try to explain everything as best I can, and do not be afraid to ask me for more details until you understand-it would be churlish of me not to explain everything.

OCC: Thanks

Stargate to Ad. Building

Caedo was brought in the main room where the Great leader, a couple military advisors and Erus sat. The Great leader turned, his eyes a little bloodshot. He met Caedo's eyes with his and said calmy " Hello Commander...are you ready to lead my troops into battle?"

Twilight

Alexander's eyes widened " Maybe...just maybe this terrorist isn't biological, otherwise we could have picked him up. Can you give me a description of the non-bio's you have encountered?"

--Talon, to me. Take your time-full stealth--
Talon heard his master's voice, and telepathically probed until he located him. As much as he would prefer to hover at atmosphere's edge, soaking up the energies of hyperspace in wait, he had been called, and never had he disobeyed that voice.
Within the Einsteinian Space-Time Continuum-E-space-one is limited to the speed of light, which is why FTL requires leaving E-space to enter hyperspace, a dimension where roiling energies allow for much faster travel. Talon was in the membrane between the two realities, and thus limited to light speed, but his master had ordered "full stealth", which put him under further limits, as his 1.5 km long body would create ripples too noticeable within a planetary atmosphere-he crawled, slower than sound to avoid notice, seeking out his master's unique mental engrams.
Morga was moving, with several organics following him-however, he was far too calm for them to be pursuers, his cold rage and their dimishing numbers would tell Talon Morga was in danger, and the ship would disobey then, to save his master. He had hatched with Morga's song in his mind, and the two traversed the whole of Komor together. To be without that song-Talon refused to contemplate further.
Morga and the others had hidden in caves some eleven miles outside a city of alien construct-Talon did some rapid calculations based on the size of the planet, and knew they were just beyond the horizon so far as the city was concerned.
Lowering, he scanned discretely, and generated a field in perfect resonance with the surroundings, extending perhaps 100 feet beyond his mass-small creatures would skitter within the field, but he could mimic their efforts with the field, preventing detection and keeping him from growing bored.
Slowly, he extended himself into E-space, taking in atmospheric matter to avoid the disturbance caused as his mass displaced the air, careful to extract only so much of the atmosphere as his mass would displace, exhaling it in similarly discrete amounts. Once fully within E-space, his camouflage field in place, he risked a telepathic meep to let Morga know where he was.
Magnificent work Morga psent to Talon, his frame quivering slightly from praise.Now, raise the field six feet from the ground-our allies must see you
Talon puzzled at that, but complied-allies, not friends or guests-he must be silent, save in Morga's mind, and be an inert shell for these creatures...
As the Greali Black Guard and Fatum watched, a shimmering from the Wastes raised up, revealing the bottom of a black spined form which glistened oddly. Morga walked towards it, his head and shoulders vanishing briefly as he did so.
"Come along, gentlemen-we have a ship to unload, and much work before we go."
Taking his cue from Morga's words, Talon extended a ramp for Morga and the creatures in his company. The bees are safely in their hives?
Yes, Master-all sealed as ordered Talon was slightly miffed-he wasn't a child, but Morga seemed concerned for the creatures with him. Should I scan them?
Most assuredly, sweetness Morga psent. They are armed and very dangerous, but I want you to know them-they may be returning without me and I want them allowed into the cargo holds unless with me
"Gentlemen, this will take us safely offworld-but let me warn you, any attempts to plumb it's secrets or deface it will be met by the automated security system-which is not know for it's gentility or mercy."
With that warning, Morga ascended the ramp, turning to watch the Greali and Fatum, to see if they would follow...

The Greal Black Guards were unsure. "How do we know thats even safe?" asked one of them. Malker was quiet himself, hoping for an explanation.

One of the hunters that was searching for them earlier had picked up sight off one of the Greali black guards. He fell to his belly and loaded his Safari, it 50.caliber Tritanium round would split him. His holographic sights locked on using X-ray pings that constantly fed the Hunter with a image of the Greali's skelatel system. He aimed at the chest, more specifically the heart. The Hunter watched the situation unfold, but kept his sights on one of the Black guards.

"You don't, gentlemen." Morga replied, "This is where trust comes in. You will trust me to fulfill my end of the bargain, and I will trust you not to fire that slugthrower you've so carefully loaded at me." he looked at the mystified Black Guards. "I heard you chamber the bullet-a muri's ears are sharp as a bat's."

"How do we know thats even safe?"
"Listen to the man," Fatum spread a hand out over to the Talon. "You can walk in there, and maybe die, or you can walk away out there," he jerked his thumb over his shoulder to the rest of Celestis, "and be fully, one hundred percent assured of your demise, sooner rather than later."
"I heard you chamber the bullet-a muri's ears are sharp as a bat's."
Slugthrower? thought Fatum. But the Greali don't use bullets...
...
But guess who does?
Shit.
The kitsune had heard the round being loaded too, but it hadn't been all that close. He wondered if the Muri knew what he suspected, that there were Calaverians around. Very carefully he brought his Warpath assault rifle up and began scanning the area, orange eyes slowly roving the landscape. If there was a patrol, or worse, a sniper nearby, he should be able to see him...
Administrative Building...
"I am ready to do as the Great Leader commands," said Caedo, a little stiffly. "My loyalty is to my forces and Xiscapia. I will not dissapoint you. Has there been a date set for the release of the decleration of war?" His eyes flashed slightly. "It has been too long a wait to quench my thirst for Greali blood."
Twilight...
Lio waved her hand dismissively. "Androids, almost exclusively. They would be detected by heat sensors, and if they were communicating with a superior the transmissions would be observed. No, what we have here is either a highly supernatural being, or an extremely effective A.I. with a strange sense of humor. I'm inclined to discount the ladder, because machines, even intelligent A.I.s, don't possess the kind of...flair, the style that this terrorist does. But the being this manhunt is searching for it definitely not human, that is for sure. I don't think your forces will be able to capture him. Kill him, possibly, but someone like this is too dangerous to take alive."
Undisclosed Location...
It was a bar, like any of the other billions littering the universe. A little hole-in-the-wall, unnoticeable, which served no food, only some of the worst drink ever tasted. But you didn't come here to enjoy yourself: You came here to exchange money for things, money for services, for some to watch money and things change hands, to speak with those who wouldn't speak elsewhere.
You came here for business, not pleasure.
In the corner, sitting at a scratched, stained table was a single figure. This person wore a cloak with a hood, shadowing their features excepting the mouth, which was frequently covered as they brought a mug of some of the horrible beer to their lips. The cloak wasn't unusual, not around here: Most of the patrons wore masks, helmets, bandages, cloaks, long robes, or even whole suits, either to sustain life in an environment not suited for non-oxygen breathers, or to hide their identity or race. Bluish cigarette smoke covered the ceiling from view, and it was dingy in the place, corners and backrooms cast into gloom. The soft murmur of conversation was muffled by the tinny, static-filled music emitting from beat-up speakers in the ceiling, ensuring privacy except for those close-by ease droppers or the clever.

The figure waited silently, patiently. His contact was late, but knowing the background of the man, that was to be expected: First impressions with new employers weren't important to him. There was any of a dozen others to carry out the task, but this one had what none of the others did: Deniability. This was important, not necessary to the person sitting at the table, but it was crucial to his employers, and that made it onto the radar for him. The form lowered the glass, a ever so slight smile gracing the lips as it saw the man in question enter. Sharp teeth glistened in the dull light for a moment before vanishing as the contact approached.

Redemption moved slowly to the robed figure. A smile accross his lips, his red eyes had an almost playful look to them. He was dressed in what looked to be a nearly some kind of armor, but it was deactivated. In this state it was like a skin-tight, black suit with guantlets, boots, a collar, and greeves, all of which were a dark blue color. The only visible weapons were his signature modified Dragoncry pistols. As he got closer to the robed man he gave a slight nod and sat down in front of the robed figure.
Redemption had dyed his hair for this job, blond at the base and black at the top, gelled, and combed back. A slight change to his normal, spiky brown hair but anything that could help was welcomed. "Well, well. Look at this, I never expected to get a call from you guys but... well, doing what I do, I guess a name can get around after awhile." He placed his hands on the table, "So... how's this gonna work?" He said quietly.

"Quickly and, if you're any good, quietly," came the answer as a small unmarked white folder was slid across the table. Inside there was a picture (http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj98/Buckdiddy/mountain.jpg) of a landscape, a second picture of a human (http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:Fn2vvXONwEALDM:http://media.canada.com/07594e89-b6a2-4c43-823c-507cf9085fdd/1020-sex-norman.jpg), a third of another human wearing a suit of armor (http://theotherdave.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/stormtrooper.jpg), and a fourth and final photo of what appeared to be a gigantic ant. With these were two pieces of paper: One appeared to be a short bibliography, and the other seemed to consist of military reports.

A gloved hand tapped at the second picture. "This is your target, one Rollins Dallix, former President of the Intergalactic Empire of Greal. He was removed quite recently from office by Congress, and officially he was to become governor of one of the planets. However it is said he openly opposed the President Emperor, Ziller Remetrix," he indicated the fourth photo, "and he abruptly fell off the board. We have found that he has been forcibly relocated to a world called Pamp, within the Intergalactic Empire.

We believe he is going to be killed by Greali assassins on Pamp once everyone forgets about him, to quietly tie up loose ends and remove any opposition to the power of the new President Emperor. We have a contract for you in regards to this, and it is threefold: Firstly, we wish for you to infiltrate the place he is staying. Our Intelligence does not know his exact location, and he could be in a countryside cottage to enjoy his, ahha, retirement, or he could be held in a prison for political dissidents. It will be up to you to ascertain his precise location, though we believe he is being treated as an innocent civilian.

Secondly we believe the former President stole some Intelligence, military and or political, to aide the Berrax rebel faction with. If it exists, if Dallix has any documents, photos or data with him of a military or political nature, you are to recover this intelligence and bring it to us. If it is located on a network, especially a military system, you are to upload the entire network onto a holding device and bring it all to us.

Finally you are to find the man himself. Find out though him if he has any information. If he does, but he has not written it down or recorded it for fear of capture or observation, you are to kidnap him and bring him to us. If he gives you any data of any kind, bring it to us. If at that point he has nothing more to give, or yields no information at all, you are to terminate him. He will probably be guarded," he gestured to the third picture, "by local police, who have manufactured or acquired Imperial Stormtrooper armor, though he may not know it. You are not to allow Dallix to die until he is of no more use to you, and if he holds information in his head you must keep him alive until you can bring him to us. That bibliography and report sheet both concern Dallix, both in history and personality.

You are authorized to use any means necessary to retrieve the intelligence or bring Dallix in. If you are pinned down, we cannot and will not help you. If you are captured we will deny ever having spoken to you. We will pay you five hundred thousand credits for a successful completion of this contract. Your deadline is here, ninety-six standard hours, beginning on your acceptance of the contract." The form sat back, watching Redemption expectantly.

Red smiled, an almost insane look in his eye. "Get me a star chart and I'll be on my way. A time limit, eh? Sounds like fun. Been awhile since I had such a task..." Red moved his hand over the folder and watched as it dematerialized into his gauntlet. "Mission accepted."

"Very good," said the figure blandly. It procured a small star chart which it had been saving for when Redemption accepted. It was also passed to him. "Good luck, when I meet you here again and confirm the status of your mission the money will be transferred to your account. Until then," the hood nodded, a clear sign that the meeting was over.

Red stood up without a word, grabbing the chart and walked out of the bar. Immediately after stepping foot outside he was dematerialized and returned to his ship. It was a small, three-person craft that had been designed partly by the Forbidden Ministry, and upgraded heavily by Red himself. It had some of the best cloaking and navigation systems around, most of which was actually stolen, perfect for an assassination job. There were two figures in the craft, both of them had grayish skin, red eyes, and hair that started black but then went white. He handed one of them the star chart and took a seat at the controls. "Navigation." The figure with the map went over it for about a minute before pushing a few buttons on the console in front of it. In an instant, the cloaked ship was gone from orbit and came out over the planet that Red's mission was located on. "Excellent, you both will stay in cloak and out of trouble, understand?" Both nodded. "I must make a few preparations and then I will move out."

The world of Pamp

Governor Rollins Dallix was sweating nervously in the sunlight, as he and his escort left the Governor Residence. The planet was mountainous, so it made it hard to travel around the planet. Greal engineers built a massive "rail" line around the planet, made it fast to travel around.The Lieutenant Governor, Jacob, was a Remelar and he and Jacob talked about the politics on the planet. A large majority of the Remelars lived on Pamp and some were anti-Techar, luckily, they found allies in Rollins. Rollins however, was watched by the Black Guard always. His residence was bugged everywhere, and black Guards accompanied him all the time, making it hard for him to contact these "rebellious" Remelars. He arrived at a Spaceport to watch the repairs of the battleship, Fear. Next to the battleship was a massive shipbuilding dock that was currently building a superfortress with more firepower then the Klackon. Several hundred thousand androids were working on the superfortress. Rollins then reluctantly left the spaceport and ehaded back to his residence.


Cesletis

The Greali Black Guards scrambled for cover and Malker looked through his specially made goggles and found the sniper, and then Malker fired his "quiet" bolt gun at the sniper.

Red began going over the suit's systems. A holoscreen appeared in front of him:

<INITIATING TEST PROTOCOLS>
<WEAPONS SYSTEMS:
CLAWS: FUCTIONING
OPTIONAL SHOULDER CANNON: FUCTIONING
GAUNTLET BASED ANTI-GRAVITY PULSE CANNONS: FUNCTIONING
WEAPONS CHECK COMPLETED>
<DEFENSE SYSTEMS:
SHEILDING: FUNCTIONING
STEALTH: FUCTIONING
FOREARM SHIELDS: FUCTIONING
DEFENSE CHECK COMPLETED>
<BONUS OPTIONS:
STORAGE SYSTEMS: FUNCTIONING
INVENTORY SYSTEM: FUNCTIONING
CRYPTIC AMPLIFICATION FIELD: OFFLINE/NOT INSTALLED
SCANNERS: FUNCTIONING
GHOST WALK: OFFLINE/NOT INSTALLED
PORTABLE BLINK GENERATOR: FUNCTIONING
BLINK SCAPE NETWORK CREATOR: OFFLINE/NOT INSTALLED...

Red went through everything, he wanted a good idea of what such a suit could do. "Time to go then. Can we get any intel about the surface?" One of the figures looked back, "No father, we would most likely lose the element of suprise." Red sighed, "Give me at least a surface scan, nothing deep." The figure at tactical began pressing buttons on its keyboard, "Mountains, expect foot based travel to be difficult. There is some kind of structure, a rail network of some kind. We can detect one structure but cannon determine what it is with only a surface scan. But there is something in orbit, some kind of docking bay... or construction yard." Red smiled at the second part, "Damn, sounds like something I wanna get ahold of. I wonder what they're building... man, I kinda want to blow this mission off and cap me some of that. Nah, can't do that, I have a reputation..." He looked to the figures, "Be discreet. I'm ready, get me near that structure. Not too close though."
With a nod and the push of a button he was gone. A moment later he found himself with an amazing view, "Jeez, not what I had in mind..." He activated his suit, a helmet appeared over his face and his body became more heavily armored. It was obviously a strong armor, but it was also sleek and dark blue in color. Red looked at his palm as the camo system kicked in. He was now invisible, and from what he had read, practically undetectable, the armor would tone down heat signatures and other things that could give him away. "Time to get to work..." he muttered.

In the Wild

OCC: Greali, tell me if this isnt fair, but I don't think you could find and fire at me, seeing as you ran, alerting my sniper that he was spotted.

The Hunter saw the spreading of the Greali guards, and the enemy sniper. While the Greali black guards, he was already taking aim at the Greali with the bolt gun. He pulled the trigger the railgun tore through the atmosphere, leaving blue-green trail towards the Greali. The Hunter waited for a split second to see what happend.

Adminstrative building

The Great Leader smiled, his eyes were red from what could be lack of sleep. " How about now commander?" He pressed a button, and airraid sirens began to go off all over the planet. Proganda speakers began to blair " Alert all military personal, ready for duty. Report to your nearest barracks for militarization." The sirens continued to wine throughout the planet, even on Observers in Orbit. " Prepare to fight the War against the Greali animals, our Great Leader says Victory is immenint!" GOU began marching down streets to be beamed aboard the Observer fleet in orbit. The Great Leader nodded to Caedo " Your troops have boarded the Observer Marathon, she along with her army's are under your command." He smiled as a beam encomposed Caedo bringing him to the bridge of the Marathon, which also contained a Kitsune overseer.

Twilight

The alarms rang out throughout the Twilight, her crew was scrambling, but Alexander kept his focus on Lio " What do you suggest we do to find the terrorist...what would Xiscapia do?"

OOC: NC, just assume my guy fired as the Black Guards ran off.

Conox Shipyard, Pamp

The ship building yard was surrounded by a fence that you couldn't jump over without being detected, Plus battle robots patrolled all the time nearby.

Red hadn't recieved a mission like this for quite some time; he was used to being on a battlefield with a lot of support and loud noises all around him. Instead he was playing the role of a black op, or an assassin. He looked around and decided that the lack of response to his arrival meant no one had seen him. He began scaling the ridge he was on, trying to find a better view and posibly the structure he'd been told about. Once he made it to a good ledge he took a good look around, there was some building in the distance. Well that should be the first place I check out... With that thought, Red was on his way, he wasn't intending to waste the time he'd been given to complete this task.

Fatum dove away as he heard shots fired, vanishing from the sight of all as he ducked under inertia-dampening field that cloaked the Talon. He crouched low, watching from relative safety, wondering how this would affect Morga's plans and whether they would change his chances of survival at all. Probably as soon as the sniper fired, he decided, they dropped significantly.
Marathon...
Caedo's face was bathed in red light as the sirens blared, coolly surveying the vessel under his command, somewhat surprised by the abrupt change in location but refusing to show it. The white-robed overseer, a dirty blonde haired kitsune with rare green eyes and a white katana stood nearby, standing as still and composed as a statue. Caedo nodded once to himself, catching the Overseers eye. A test. Both for him and those under his command.
"Where would the Great Leader have me attack, and what vessels are coming with me?" he asked over the intercom to the clone. Meanwhile the Overseer, whose name was Kem, was speaking in low tones to the Captain and trying to find out where they were going.
War room...
Erus nodded quietly to himself and left the room. That part of the job was done. Soon now...very soon...
Twilight...
"We would send our paramilitary counter terrorism forces after them and bring such a person to justice," answered Lio calmly, staring around at the flashing lights. "Are we going to attack?"
OOC:
So, under his command, Caedo has:
1 Observer
600 Probe Fighters
100 Post Walkers
250,000 GOU
2,500 EOT
1,500 Stalker recon vehicles

Twilight

Alexander nodded " So, we can send more Hunters, we already have reports of shot's fired, and we only have one stalker in the area, but we will send two teams, there being beamed down as we speak."

Marathon

The A.I KABAL was suited for goverment/military operations, and was used in all Observers these days. It had a deep tone that slightly echoed. A holographic image of known Greali planets came up, as well as possible colony's and outposts. KABAL then spoke to Caedo " The Great Leader has instructed you to help destroy the Greali Empire at all costs, may I recommend attacking outer colony's to make an example, send a message that there terrorist activity will not be tolerated..." It awaited Caedo's decision, he had to choose in the end.

Wilds

The Hunter cussed as he missed, he saw the Kitsune in Calaverian armor and assumed he was a member of perhaps Caedo's forces, or just a guard on Celestis, h radioed to Fatum's armor link " What are you doing out here, link up with me."

Lio nodded. "If this terrorist, or possibly terrorists, are captured, we will want them for interrogation. Of course we know you will execute them, but we will need to find out if they are indeed connected with the Greali. Something tells me there's more than one faction down there..."
She shook her head. "But are we hunting terrorists or going to war?"
Marathon...
Caedo stared along at all the holograms of the planets he could attack. There were many...so many. All, he knew, had their own functions. Some were only colonies, some were industrial powerhouses, some were paradise worlds. He spotted a world, and smiled. It would be perfect: Governed by the locals with minimal intervention from the Greali, any defending force would be small, it would fall quickly from an unexpected attack on a world housing a conquered race. An excellent stepping-stone for his penetration into the Intergalactic Empire.
"Begin charging the main cannon now. We'll need to be able to use it upon appearance. Tell the Great Leader if I meet heavy resistance, reinforcements arrive or I secure the planet I will be expecting back-up. Alert the ground divisions, I want all forces ready to lock and load, set course for Pamp."
Wilds...
"Back off, I'll meet you in the forest in one minute, hurry!" Fatum hissed into his helmet's communicator. The kitsune nodded to the others, hoping he was heard but not really caring if not. "I'll be back," he growled, and hurried off into the woods.

Morga watched it all, the Greal Black Guard mobilising to kill the sniper. "There may be others-we'll want him alive." he hissed, quietly observing. Talon, love-scan the area and show me everything-there may be others, and this lot will probaby go for a kill on that fellow.
I am receiving probes consistent with a teleport beam, Master.
Set up a scramble-I don't want too many intruders, but allow these first few in-best to test these allies. Reinforcements should enjoy something unpleasant Morga thought to Talon. Just for a bit of fun, separate the inorganic from the organic in this first beam-it should prove amusing-about 100 meters should be sufficient.

Pamp

The superfortress under construction was moved. People near the ship building yard could see the superfortress being "dragged" away by large cargo ships, then the convoy jumped to Hurtrix, where the superfortress would spend another year, being equipped with weapons, engines, etc. Rollins watched the Superfortress fly off from his residence and went back to work.

After some hiking up and down the planet's terrain, Red came upon what seemed to be some kind of residence. Still invisible, he quickly approached the structure, looking around for any guards or other obsticals that could hold him back.

After some hiking up and down the planet's terrain, Red came upon what seemed to be some kind of residence. Still invisible, he quickly approached the structure, looking around for any guards or other obsticals that could hold him back.

The residence was surrounded by a high security fence, and Red could barely make out a battle robot patrolling along the area. Then two Remelars walking around spotted Red. They assumed Red was another of those Imperialistic troops who invaded their peaceful planet.

OOC: While I'm still invisible?

Lio nodded. "If this terrorist, or possibly terrorists, are captured, we will want them for interrogation. Of course we know you will execute them, but we will need to find out if they are indeed connected with the Greali. Something tells me there's more than one faction down there..."
She shook her head. "But are we hunting terrorists or going to war?"
Marathon...
Caedo stared along at all the holograms of the planets he could attack. There were many...so many. All, he knew, had their own functions. Some were only colonies, some were industrial powerhouses, some were paradise worlds. He spotted a world, and smiled. It would be perfect: Governed by the locals with minimal intervention from the Greali, any defending force would be small, it would fall quickly from an unexpected attack on a world housing a conquered race. An excellent stepping-stone for his penetration into the Intergalactic Empire.
"Begin charging the main cannon now. We'll need to be able to use it upon appearance. Tell the Great Leader if I meet heavy resistance, reinforcements arrive or I secure the planet I will be expecting back-up. Alert the ground divisions, I want all forces ready to lock and load, set course for Pamp."
Wilds...
"Back off, I'll meet you in the forest in one minute, hurry!" Fatum hissed into his helmet's communicator. The kitsune nodded to the others, hoping he was heard but not really caring if not. "I'll be back," he growled, and hurried off into the woods.

Twilight

Alexander nodded to Lio " I agree with you, there must be someone helping the Greali, well hold them for interrogation, and second of all, we will hand over some to Xiscapian authorities, so you can get what's going on."

Marathon

KABAL set a course for the Greali world of Pamp. Holographic text came up in front of Caedo, he read off the text as well " Commander, the Great Leader wants you to make an example of the enemy, I suggest execution of 25% of captured Greali military personal, the Great Leader said to " Make the rivers of the world run red with blood.". Commander Caedo capture of the Pamp political leader may boost our chances of victory over the Empire. From there he may be tortured by your choice for information. More text came up.

Bonus mission: Capture of intelligence complexes or any information of movement of Greali fleets and troops.

In the wild

The Hunter awaited Fatum to meet him. His mouth was covered like a ninja, his forest camoflauge stood out from his black hair, for his head was exposed.

Bump--

"Assuming they are captured," Lio said. "Chances are they will be killed before they allow themselves to be captured."
Marathon...
"I know what I am doing." said Caedo, slightly irritated. "We will deal with all that when the time comes. For now, do you have any data avaliable concerning the defenses of this world, spatial, orbital and ground? We will need to be ready for whatever they throw at us. In fact, with that in mind, do we have the location of any military bases or shipyards on the planet? Our ground assault must be coordinated for maximum efficency."
Wilds...
Fatum emerged from the woods, a shadow detatching itself from darker shadows, trotting towards the Hunter. "Glad you could meet me," he rasped though his helmet.

Twilight

" Well try to capture them of course, but in the end, they will most likely be tortured and killed for war crimes against Calaveras."

Marathon

KABAL began to bring up the planets known defences and bases.
OCC: I need Greal's factbook for further information

In the wild

The Hunter walked up to Fatum " Are those the terrorists?, why did you not detain them?!"

"War crimes?" Lio sounded almost amused. "We are not at war, Captain, how could they be war crimes? No, these are regular, every day crimes for which they will be punished accordingly."
Marathon...
OOC: Awaiting response to my TG to Greal.
Wilds...
"They were shooting at you, weren't they? Of course they're terrorists!" Fatum stepped forward, so he was face-to-face with the Hunter. "Why I did not detain them might be a bit more complicated. You see," his left hand shot out and hit the man on the temple in mid-sentence, catching him off-guard. "I am one. That might have something to do with it." The kitsune assassin shrugged as the Calaverian crumpled to the ground. "Just a theory." He located and stripped the soldier of his weapons before dragging him away, back to where he knew Morga and the Guards were waiting.
OOC: Greal, you have a TG.

Twilight

"Very well, but that is ultimatley up to the Great Leader Lio" He said with a shrug

Wilds

The Hunter woke up as he was being dragged. He started to laugh at Fatum. " What do you think your going to do, good job not removing my face mask, my superiors can hear every word your hearing...Kitsune...."

OOC: While I'm still invisible?

OOC: They were anti-Greal locals, never mind then.

Xiscapia, I wrote a TG response, and I'll have something up later today.

OOC: Oh
IC:

Red looked at the wall in front of him. It was tall and would have been an annoyance to anyone lacking the strength he possessed. Don't wanna bust through it, don't really wanna climb it... guess I'll just hafta- He took a running start and proceded to run up the vertical surface. What happened when he got to the top? Well he'd just have to plan it as he went along.

OOC: Oh
IC:

Red looked at the wall in front of him. It was tall and would have been an annoyance to anyone lacking the strength he possessed. Don't wanna bust through it, don't really wanna climb it... guess I'll just hafta- He took a running start and proceded to run up the vertical surface. What happened when he got to the top? Well he'd just have to plan it as he went along.

Unfortunately for him. if he touched the fence, it would trigger and alarm, and sensors would start up and look for anyone. And the residence would be sealed....

OOC: Let's make this interesting
IC:

Red took a leap and began running up the fence in a mad dash. He'd done this before and was quite good at it. Alarms be damned, that wasn't going to stop him, not with all the crap he had with him.

OOC: Let's make this interesting
IC:

Red took a leap and began running up the fence in a mad dash. He'd done this before and was quite good at it. Alarms be damned, that wasn't going to stop him, not with all the crap he had with him.

The alarms went off immediately, the residence was sealed in less then a second, and Rollins was evacuated. Large "gun"s came out of the ground and started firing at Red, he was finally spotted......

OOC:

On a separate note, here is everything on Pamp.

Population: 1,965,001,034
Moons: 25
Naval Forces: 1st Foreign Fleet, 2nd Assault Fleet (Occasionally coming to be resupplied), 4th Fleet.
Defenses:
4,000 Chercon anti-missile platforms
1,000 Missile platforms
Type II Planetary Shield
2,000 Viper Class Fighters
500 Viper Class Fighters Mark II
30 Corvettes
Garrison:
400,000 Soldiers
10,000,000 Police Troops
1,000 Black Guards
Cities: 3 (Carx, Rundum, Lilex)

The alarms went off immediately, the residence was sealed in less then a second, and Rollins was evacuated. Large "gun"s came out of the ground and started firing at Red, he was finally spotted......

Red was quick to begin dodging anything coming at him. SO this place has security? Nice, need to steal me some of this... He put a message through to his ship, "Hey, look for anything coming off the surface and track it. Also, contact Crimson HQ and request some ships for backup." An answer came back quickly, "Isn't this a likttle risky?"
"No, we're using the SCN, undetectable, untraceable, and encrypted to anyone who dosen't use the same system. Remember?"
"Of course, father. We are contacting base now. Is there anything else you require?"
"They wanna get my target out of the area. Make sure they don't leave the system, if the try, use short range blink and latch on the whatever ship they use."
"What if they have shields?"
"We'll make it up as we go along. Though I highly doubt they'll go out of the system, that would be a bit much for someone they intend to kill anyway..."
As soon as Red was over the fence he began activating Cryptic abilities. Upon striking the ground there was a massive explosion as he began producing massive amounts of fire around the suit. The area around him quickly became molten as his Cryptic abilities took effect, "Try to track me now motherfuckers."

Master, the sniper is transmitting
That's a given-the Great Leader trusts no one. Even he gets a regular brainwash/rinse/condition.Morga thought back to Talon. Scramble it-I believe he knows enough already, but monitor-anything amusing?
The kitsune is trusted by him
Fatum works for the highest bidder-since the Calveran currency is valued at .04 standard units, and the bolg at 1.7, I doubt that will be an issue. Has the transporter sent down more squishies?
(OOC:Info obtained on the www.sunsetrpg.com/economystatistics.php?nation= tracker-follow with (nation-spaces indicated by + signs, and you can follow Morga's reasoning)
Not yet
Remember, dearest-I want organic and inorganic 100 meters apart

"Will we be on call in case the attack on Pamp requires reinforcements?" Lio inquired. "I was under the impression HAMMER was hunting the terrorists."
Wilds...
"You say that like it matters," growled Fatum to the Hunter. He dragged the man back to Talon, dumping him on the ground in front of Morga. "There, alive, unharmed and unarmed." He stepped back, watching out towards the barren dunes where the sniper had appeared warily.
Pamp System...
The Marathon appeared in a flash of light, cannon charged up to 100%. Caedo grimaced as the first scanner sweeps revealed that the system was heavily fortified, much more so then he had first thought. One Observer wasn't going to take Pamp...he'd need as many Observers as he could get. "Tell the Great Leader to send as many Observers as he can..." breathed Caedo to the Communications Officer. "Target and fire the main cannon at the Mobias Class Superbattleship." he ordered. They should not be expecting an attack, and if the Calaverians were lucky, they would not have had time to raise the shields. The cannon would tear though even the thickest armor and blow the ship apart...
But he wouldn't he the firepower to take on two fleets. Caedo estimated he'd need 4-7 more Observers to take and secure the system for Calaverias.
OOC: Greal, TG.

Pamp

However, as soon as the Marathon jumped into the system, it was confronted by something else. Hundreds of thousands of mines were everywhere, they kept out the Zilla ships would repeatably attempted to attack Pamp. When the Marathon, these mines detected it and all "rushed" toward the ship. Mines carried massive warheads capable of opening holes in a ship, and there were hundreds of thousands of mines. The Greal fleets prepared for battle and were ready. They watched the ten of thousands of mines impact into the enemy ship.

However the Greali plan was foiled by the quick-thinking helmsman on the Marathon as Caedo screamed orders at him. The vessel micro-jumped away from it's original position, leaving the mines to either detonate prematurely or collide with each other and destroy themselves, and reappeared in the middle of the Greali fleet. The cannon glowed and fired, an invisible heat-wave washing across space in a invisible beam to smash into the largest ship present in the enemy fleet. Meanwhile the 30 smaller plasma cannons fired into the vessels around them, the AA turrets kept cold safe in the knowledge that any mines that might swerve around back to the Marathon would hit the Greali ships in the way. A message went out to Celestis, heavily encrypted:
General Caedo requests four to seven Observers to reinforce the Marathon and assist in destroying system defenses and securing Pamp.
Finally three hundred fighters spat out from the hangers of the Marathon, intent on making bombing runs on the capitals and sub-capital of the Greali fleet.

A message came in to Red as he proceded into the facility, "Father, there are ships coming into orbit."
"Say what?"
"It looks like a battle is about to start, orders?"
"Hold off on those reinforcments and try to identify the ships. Out."
"Yes, father. We will contact you when we have more."

However the Greali plan was foiled by the quick-thinking helmsman on the Marathon as Caedo screamed orders at him. The vessel micro-jumped away from it's original position, leaving the mines to either detonate prematurely or collide with each other and destroy themselves, and reappeared in the middle of the Greali fleet. The cannon glowed and fired, an invisible heat-wave washing across space in a invisible beam to smash into the largest ship present in the enemy fleet. Meanwhile the 30 smaller plasma cannons fired into the vessels around them, the AA turrets kept cold safe in the knowledge that any mines that might swerve around back to the Marathon would hit the Greali ships in the way. A message went out to Celestis, heavily encrypted:

Finally three hundred fighters spat out from the hangers of the Marathon, intent on making bombing runs on the capitals and sub-capital of the Greali fleet.

However, the mines "resumed' attacking the ship. There were still too many mines for the large Observer to avoid and they would not explode if they hit Greali ships so they simply disabled themselves before they hit their own ships. Wrath Class Battleships began firing their Super Heavy Plasma cannons whichwere made by Allanea, and they fired at the Observer which ahd jumped into their own fleet. Meanwhile, hundreds of Greal fighters came out of the hangers to fight their nearly equally opponents. Defensive platforms launched a massive barrage of missiles. The Superbattleship was protected by defensive platforms, which were destroyed by the beam. The superbattleship simply jumped away to avoid the rest of the beam, but a frigate became unlucky and was split in half. Frigates quickly became annoying by jumping and firing, then jumping before the enemy could shoot back. The Greal carriers quickly jumped away to avoid the Observer's desrtcutiion, but the rets of the ships stayed behind to launch one massive blast of weapons.

Reinforcements were called for from Nova Reginix, The naval command decided to send their superfortress Klackon in, which was newly refitted again.....

Red was quick to begin dodging anything coming at him. SO this place has security? Nice, need to steal me some of this... He put a message through to his ship, "Hey, look for anything coming off the surface and track it. Also, contact Crimson HQ and request some ships for backup." An answer came back quickly, "Isn't this a likttle risky?"
"No, we're using the SCN, undetectable, untraceable, and encrypted to anyone who dosen't use the same system. Remember?"
"Of course, father. We are contacting base now. Is there anything else you require?"
"They wanna get my target out of the area. Make sure they don't leave the system, if the try, use short range blink and latch on the whatever ship they use."
"What if they have shields?"
"We'll make it up as we go along. Though I highly doubt they'll go out of the system, that would be a bit much for someone they intend to kill anyway..."
As soon as Red was over the fence he began activating Cryptic abilities. Upon striking the ground there was a massive explosion as he began producing massive amounts of fire around the suit. The area around him quickly became molten as his Cryptic abilities took effect, "Try to track me now motherfuckers."

Rollins was safely evacuated and moved away in a cloaked scout ship heading to another part of the ship. Red would find nothing there. Greal fighters flew over the area, looking for the enemy.

OOC:
However, the mines "resumed' attacking the ship. There were still too many mines for the large Observer to avoid and they would not explode if they hit Greali ships, who were still too far away.
Really? How do mines distinguish between friend and foe? And how can you be "still too far away" if I just jumped right into the middle of your fleet?
Wrath long range Super Heavy Plasma cannons were made by Allanea, and they fired at the Observer. Meanwhile, hundreds of Greal fighters came out of the hangers to fight their nearly equally opponents.
Would you please state exactly how many fighters you sent out? And what I put in bold is not good RPing. Never assume to know your opponet's quality.
Defensive platforms launched a massive barrage of missiles.
Somehow not hitting all your ships surrounding the Marathon?
The Superbattleship was protected by defensive platforms, which were destroyed by the beam. The ship simply moved quickly.
Do you expect me to believe a ship that's over ten miles long and probably many millions of tons can just move out of the way of a beam?
Frigates quickly became annoying by jumping and firing, then jumping before the enemy could shoot back.
No problem here...
Reinforcements were called for from Nova Reginix, The naval command decided to send their superfortress in, which was newly refitted again....
Not, I assume, the one that was being worked on that was moved oh-so-conveniently minutes before the attack? Because it was still under construction then, and I doubt it would be finished between the time it was moved and now.

Red moved out of the fires he'd created and began moving to the nearest building he found, "Tie to see if we have any documents... Need to make this fast though." He was sure to keep himself in stealth form, the fire and smoke should be enough to draw the attention of anyone and everyone else.

OOC:

OOC:

Really? How do mines distinguish between friend and foe? And how can you be "still too far away" if I just jumped right into the middle of your fleet?


Check my factbook, I described my mines a long time ago, it has an identification system

Would you please state exactly how many fighters you sent out? And what I put in bold is not good RPing. Never assume to know your opponet's quality.

400 Viper Class Fighters

Somehow not hitting all your ships surrounding the Marathon?

I didn't know the Observer jumped into my fleet. My fleet would have jumped away.

Do you expect me to believe a ship that's over ten miles long and probably many millions of tons can just move out of the way of a beam?

Well, I'll just have it jump instead if your Observer could jump....

No problem here...

Not, I assume, the one that was being worked on that was moved oh-so-conveniently minutes before the attack? Because it was still under construction then, and I doubt it would be finished between the time it was moved and now.

I mean the Klackon class superfortress, I'm sorry if I didn't make that clear enough.

Red moved out of the fires he'd created and began moving to the nearest building he found, "Tie to see if we have any documents... Need to make this fast though." He was sure to keep himself in stealth form, the fire and smoke should be enough to draw the attention of anyone and everyone else.

Unfortunately, the building sealed when he entered it. Battle robots quickly surrounded the building. Red had to do something quickly...


OOC: Sorry for the short post...

Check my factbook, I described my mines a long time ago, it has an identification system
I looked, and all it says is "Mines are objects that are placed in formations around in space, if a enemy ship goes near a minefield, the mines fly toward the enemy ship. Mines also "attack" neutral ships. Greal ships are equipped with a special device to 'tell" mines not to "attack" Greal ships." Okay, so? If it collides with a Greali ship it's still going to explode or at least destroy itself, it can't just choose when to detonate unless it has a timer, which I note they do not.
I didn't know the Observer jumped into my fleet. My fleet would have jumped away.
You never said that. Also, your entire fleet would have jumped? All of it, in perfect synchronization, without formal contact with each other, without being hit by any weapons?
Well, I'll just have it jump instead if your Observer could jump....
You could, yes, but you didn't in that particular post, which means you need to take the damage, please.

Unfortunately, the building sealed when he entered it. Battle robots quickly surrounded the building. Red had to do something quickly...


OOC: Sorry for the short post...

OOC: np
IC:

"Okay... this cloak system is some serious shit..." The suit deactivated around him. "Okay, you got me. Now I'm not here to cause a whole lotta trouble, I just feel like talkin' to whoever runs this place. Think you could hook me up?" He was bullshiting but sold it. He was ready for anything, if someone fired, he'd dodge it.

I looked, and all it says is "Mines are objects that are placed in formations around in space, if a enemy ship goes near a minefield, the mines fly toward the enemy ship. Mines also "attack" neutral ships. Greal ships are equipped with a special device to 'tell" mines not to "attack" Greal ships." Okay, so? If it collides with a Greali ship it's still going to explode or at least destroy itself, it can't just choose when to detonate unless it has a timer, which I note they do not.

You never said that. Also, your entire fleet would have jumped? All of it, in perfect synchronization, without formal contact with each other, without being hit by any weapons?

You could, yes, but you didn't in that particular post, which means you need to take the damage, please.

OOC: I'm just going to reedit my previous post.

OOC: np
IC:

"Okay... this cloak system is some serious shit..." The suit deactivated around him. "Okay, you got me. Now I'm not here to cause a whole lotta trouble, I just feel like talkin' to whoever runs this place. Think you could hook me up?" He was bullshiting but sold it. He was ready for anything, if someone fired, he'd dodge it.

The battle robots simply looked at him, and prepared to shoot at him if he did anything. One of the robots said,"You are on Imperial land, you must leave immediately."

"Can I leave peacefully? I'm kinda naked here, no suit or weapons and such." He gave an innocent smile.

"Can I leave peacefully? I'm kinda naked here, no suit or weapons and such." He gave an innocent smile.

"No, we're going to have to detain you." said the robot, taking out his paralysis gun and firing it in a mini-second.

OOC: Xis, post is edited, tell me if you have a problem with it.

Red flinched for a moment, he'd taken a lot worse during his life. And normal stun weapons had no effect on him, but there was no reason for anyone to know that. He dropped onto his knees and then went face first into the ground. Sell it... Sell it...

However, the mines "resumed' attacking the ship. There were still too many mines for the large Observer to avoid and they would not explode if they hit Greali ships so they simply disabled themselves before they hit their own ships. Wrath Class Battleships began firing their Super Heavy Plasma cannons which were made by Allanea, and they fired at the Observer which had jumped into their own fleet. Meanwhile, hundreds of Greal fighters came out of the hangers to fight their nearly equally opponents. Defensive platforms launched a massive barrage of missiles. The Superbattleship was protected by defensive platforms, which were destroyed by the beam. The superbattleship simply jumped away to avoid the rest of the beam, but a frigate became unlucky and was split in half. Frigates quickly became annoying by jumping and firing, then jumping before the enemy could shoot back. The Greal carriers quickly jumped away to avoid the Observer's destruction, but the rets of the ships stayed behind to launch one massive blast of weapons.

Reinforcements were called for from Nova Reginix, The naval command decided to send their superfortress Klackon in, which was newly refitted again.....

The Marathon had been somewhat protected by emerging right in the middle of the enemy fleet, but it still took damage, weapons smashing against the shields. They dropped to ninety percent, and the Observer continued to spit fire at the enemy, AA turrets aiming for fighters while the thirty plasma cannons continued their assault on all nearby ships. A inhibitor field was deployed, covering the entire system and preventing any FTL jumps unless the Marathon lifted the field or was destroyed. Most of the missiles traversed though the fighters and entered the missile-scrambling fields the Probe fighters put out, causing the missile computers to become confused and either go off-course or explode too early. The others were destroyed by the AA turrets covering the Marathon or collided with debris or other ships, but a few hit the shields to weaken them further. The fighter battle was hot and furious, dogfighting ships spinning, spiraling, twisting and banking around each other as they fired off plasma and lasers. The Calaverian fighters were heavily armored and their chin-mounted heavy plasma cannon could swivel all the way around the craft and hit enemy ships on any side.

Red flinched for a moment, he'd taken a lot worse during his life. And normal stun weapons had no effect on him, but there was no reason for anyone to know that. He dropped onto his knees and then went face first into the ground. Sell it... Sell it...

Of the dozen robots surrounding them, three of them approached Red cautiously and "handcuffed" him quickly.

Redemption smiled on the inside, Perfect. Now, to move in for the kill. He had time, all they had to do was 'detain' him.

OOC: Post #463, Greal.

The Marathon had been somewhat protected by emerging right in the middle of the enemy fleet, but it still took damage, weapons smashing against the shields. They dropped to ninety percent, and the Observer continued to spit fire at the enemy, AA turrets aiming for fighters while the thirty plasma cannons continued their assault on all nearby ships. A inhibitor field was deployed, covering the entire system and preventing any FTL jumps unless the Marathon lifted the field or was destroyed. Most of the missiles traversed though the fighters and entered the missile-scrambling fields the Probe fighters put out, causing the missile computers to become confused and either go off-course or explode too early. The others were destroyed by the AA turrets covering the Marathon or collided with debris or other ships, but a few hit the shields to weaken them further. The fighter battle was hot and furious, dogfighting ships spinning, spiraling, twisting and banking around each other as they fired off plasma and lasers. The Calaverian fighters were heavily armored and their chin-mounted heavy plasma cannon could swivel all the way around the craft and hit enemy ships on any side.

The Viper fighters had a hard time locking, with everything confusing, it seemed like both sides lost their computers for a moment. One hundred Viper Mark II fighters arrived from the planet. Viper Mark II was more heavily armored and had upgraded weapons. It was spectacular to fighter son both sides being blown apart by AA weapons. Greal frigates and cruisers provided AS gunfire on the enemy fighters. Captain Jaller onboard the superbattleship gave the word to fire its most powerful, but very unstable weapon, the Mauler Superweapon at the Observer. Everyone onboard held their breath when it was fired, and the ship shook for a moment, causing a few computer crashes.

Redemption smiled on the inside, Perfect. Now, to move in for the kill. He had time, all they had to do was 'detain' him.

When he was handcuffed, Red could not even move his hands, then handcuffs were placed on his legs, so he could not escape. They loaded him onto a scout ship and after a few minutes it landed at a small base.

Red wouldn't need to move for the time being, and it really wouildn't matter how they tried to handcuff him. He had over a thousand years of combat training, cuffs weren't going to magically take away his cryptic abilities. Now to get what he wanted...

Red wouldn't need to move for the time being, and it really wouildn't matter how they tried to handcuff him. He had over a thousand years of combat training, cuffs weren't going to magically take away his cryptic abilities. Now to get what he wanted...

The Robots moved him into a large cell with no windows. Then they left him there.

The Viper fighters had a hard time locking, with everything confusing, it seemed like both sides lost their computers for a moment. One hundred Viper Mark II fighters arrived from the planet. Viper Mark II was more heavily armored and had upgraded weapons. It was spectacular to fighter son both sides being blown apart by AA weapons. Greal frigates and cruisers provided AS gunfire on the enemy fighters. Captain Jaller onboard the superbattleship gave the word to fire its most powerful, but very unstable weapon, the Mauler Superweapon at the Observer. Everyone onboard held their breath when it was fired, and the ship shook for a moment, causing a few computer crashes.

The frigates and Cruisers were being assaulted by the plasma cannons repeatedly, the weapons being invisible to the naked eye and showing up as a large energy signature on scanners and sensors. They were down to two hundred and thirty-seven fighters, mainly concentrating on destroying the enemy small craft, turrets spinning fire everywhere. AA turrets continued their deadly work, and in this battle on could be hit by friendly fire as easily as enemy. Plasma cannon fire would tear though anything in their path until they were stopped by shields, a malicious force ripping fighters apart in swaths as they moved though the void.

On board the Marathon the windows dimmed as the Mauler Superweapon fired to prevent the crew from being blinded by the brilliant flare, and the shields shuddered and dropped to a mere sixty percent strength. Caedo grinned, pointing at the Superbattleship. "Fire the plasma ping, now!"
"But sir," came back a Calaverian, "we've only recharged to thirteen percent-"
"I don't care!" roared Caedo. "Do it!"
The ping was fired, rather weak and at such a power that would only heavily damage a frigate-sized vessel, directly at the Mauler weapon on the Superbattleship. Caedo had heard the weapons, though incredibly powerful, was notoriously unstable, and he hoped this attack would tilt the mass over the edge and cause the unbalanced weapon to melt down and destroy itself, and with it, the Superbattleship. Rumor had it that this occasionally happened, and Caedo was banking on it.

As soon as they left Red opened his eyes and looked around. He began pulling his arms apart with a great amount of strength and could feel the cuffs weakening a little. No telling how much more he would have to do to get them to give, but he could always heat things up a bit.

OOC: I gotta go guys. I'll be back in a few hours.

Twilight

Alexander turned as alarms rang out KABAL announced " Rerouted to: Destination: Pamp: Situation: Commander Caedo requires reinforcments: Additional units being sent: Surgical class Observers: Socrates, Kash Wilson, Animal, Ares, Defiant

Space

Within seconds of hearing the distress signal, the fleet began to jump into hyperspace, they were aware of the FTL set up, KABAL was smart and sent a message to Celestis and its fleet to jump just outside the field, where it could be lowerd for a few seconds to jump inside and join Caedo.

Marathon

KABAL Brought up holographic pictures of the Animal, Socrates, Kash Wilson, Ares, and Defiant. KABAL announced to Caedo " Commander, I sent out a message before you disable the enemy from jumping in, the fleet with arrive just outside of the barrier and they can either go by sub-light or hyperdrive if you drop the barrier for a couple of seconds.

The frigates and Cruisers were being assaulted by the plasma cannons repeatedly, the weapons being invisible to the naked eye and showing up as a large energy signature on scanners and sensors. They were down to two hundred and thirty-seven fighters, mainly concentrating on destroying the enemy small craft, turrets spinning fire everywhere. AA turrets continued their deadly work, and in this battle on could be hit by friendly fire as easily as enemy. Plasma cannon fire would tear though anything in their path until they were stopped by shields, a malicious force ripping fighters apart in swaths as they moved though the void.

On board the Marathon the windows dimmed as the Mauler Superweapon fired to prevent the crew from being blinded by the brilliant flare, and the shields shuddered and dropped to a mere sixty percent strength. Caedo grinned, pointing at the Superbattleship. "Fire the plasma ping, now!"
"But sir," came back a Calaverian, "we've only recharged to thirteen percent-"
"I don't care!" roared Caedo. "Do it!"
The ping was fired, rather weak and at such a power that would only heavily damage a frigate-sized vessel, directly at the Mauler weapon on the Superbattleship. Caedo had heard the weapons, though incredibly powerful, was notoriously unstable, and he hoped this attack would tilt the mass over the edge and cause the unbalanced weapon to melt down and destroy itself, and with it, the Superbattleship. Rumor had it that this occasionally happened, and Caedo was banking on it.

Battle of Pamp

The sensors detected the plasma ping heading toward the superweapoin which was exposed. Jaller panicked and screamed at one of the officers.
"Close it now!" he didn't want his ship to end up like the battleship Rex, Rex carried the superweapon and successfully tested on one of the old Calaverian Observers, shortly after, the weapon melted down and exploded, turning the whole ship and its crew to dust. Shortly after that, the Naval Command halted all production of it, then a protection measure was placed on the weapon. But if it was exposed, then the protection was useless.
The Plasma Ping and the protection closed at the same time and the whole superbattleship shook so hard, the power went out for a second, then it was back on.
"Status report?" asked Jaller, very afraid of a meltdown.
"Shields down to eighty-five percent. The weapon is intact, but it is now vulnerable if we try to fire it again."
"We may not fire it again." said Jaller.
Greal Viper Mark IIs began dogfighting the enemy fighters, while, their weaker counterparts Viper Mark I fired their anti-matter missiles at the Observer. Striker Class Battleships began firing their Megabolt cannons and their hellfire/antimatter missiles. The battle continued.

OOC: NC, it would take a while to assemble all those Observers.

Lio blinked. "How do you feel about fighting the Greali at last, Captain?" she asked softly.
Pamp Orbit...
The Observer's shield strength dropped again, though this time it was noticeably smaller than when the Superweapon had been fired, down to fifty-five percent. Missiles were continually intercepted by the AA turrets or thrown off their targets by the scrambling field, and the megabolt cannons, powerful as they were in their own right, did little. The Marathon had been produced as a Surgical class Observer with one aim in mind: Fleet-killer. Even if it couldn't destroy this entire fleet by itself, it would be able to fight them to a standstill, and there were others coming...
The plasma cannons kept up their barrage (ooc: you've been ignoring the plasma cannon attacks, please respond) on the frigates and Cruisers while the Ping slowly charged up once more.
Marathon Bridge...
Caedo shook his head as he listened to the A.I. "It's too far out for them to make it here via sublight speeds in time, I will drop the field for a few seconds once they get close."
OOC: NC's Observers are kept in orbit and at a state of readiness after the terrorist attacks, so they could respond to any situation in minutes. Besides, they're not actually at the Pamp system yet...

The two figures watched as events unfolded. They were still in cloak, and most likely too small to really detect anyway. They decided it best to move to a different location, one where they could see but also stay out of the battle. "I hope father makes it back..." said one of them. "He'll come back one way or another." The other responded.

Lio blinked. "How do you feel about fighting the Greali at last, Captain?" she asked softly.
Pamp Orbit...
The Observer's shield strength dropped again, though this time it was noticeably smaller than when the Superweapon had been fired, down to fifty-five percent. Missiles were continually intercepted by the AA turrets or thrown off their targets by the scrambling field, and the megabolt cannons, powerful as they were in their own right, did little. The Marathon had been produced as a Surgical class Observer with one aim in mind: Fleet-killer. Even if it couldn't destroy this entire fleet by itself, it would be able to fight them to a standstill, and there were others coming...
The plasma cannons kept up their barrage (ooc: you've been ignoring the plasma cannon attacks, please respond) on the frigates and Cruisers while the Ping slowly charged up once more.
Marathon Bridge...
Caedo shook his head as he listened to the A.I. "It's too far out for them to make it here via sublight speeds in time, I will drop the field for a few seconds once they get close."
OOC: NC's Observers are kept in orbit and at a state of readiness after the terrorist attacks, so they could respond to any situation in minutes. Besides, they're not actually at the Pamp system yet...

Battle of Pamp

The cruiser Black One suddenly exploded after being hit by plasma cannons. Nearby enemy and friendly fighters were blown to pieces since the explosion was so massive. The result was debris left. The frigate, Freedom was heavily damaged and its shields were dropping to forty percent. Fighters, corvettes and gunboats continued the battle. Onboard the superbattleship, Captain Jaller ordered his crew to fire the Super Laser, a weapon only used for last resort. Jaller didn't want to risk a meltdown in the Mauler weapon.
"Charged?"
"We have been charging it for the whole battle." replied one of the officers
"Fire the super laser and the Heavy Megabolt cannons."

Pamp Base

However, as Red tried to weaken the handcuffs, an alarm went on, the cell door opened quickly, and several robots entered. They had a large needle only used in Hospitals....

Red's body was soon engulfed in cryptic flames. An intense white glow came from him as he continued to pull the handcuffs apart. The temperature around him was rising quickly and he smiled as he felt them weakening.

TwilightAlexander smiled when he turned to Lio as they flowed with the fleet, Oddyssey and the Hammer had left behind for defence. " I have always wanted to see this day...the Great Leader won't show much mercy....he never does...."


The Animal, Socrates, Kash Wilson, Ares, defiant and Twilight had reached the outside of the FTL barrier, but soon warmed up there hyperdrives as the small window opened. The light-blue holes opend up in space and they sped towards the battle. They would arrive in one or two minutes tops, they had prepared for battle by pre-charging there ping's cannon's with non-essential systems.

Marathon
KABAL notified the commander " Commander, there is a possibility of being destroyed by hostiles, do you wish to initiate the invasion of Pamp?, I have the Marathon's forces mobilizing in hangars and beaming bays.

Marathon Bridge...
As the Super Laser and megabolt cannons hit the shields dropped again by ten percent to forty-five percent.
"Begin routing all power from non-essentials excepting the Superlaser charger including engines to shields." Caedo commanded. "How far along are we on the charge?"
"Fifteen percent, General."
"Not enough. Divert the engine power to the Superlaser, then. I want that thing ready to fire in five."
"It will be done, General."
"Release all remaining fighters into the battle. Continue to prioritize targets, hold fast, and inform me when the reinforcements are seven seconds out and the Superlaser has been fully charged."
"Yes General."

Ten of the thirty cannons began to fire on the Superbattleship. The other twenty kept up their barrage on the frigates and cruisers. The last three hundred fighters waiting in the hangers flew out into battle, surprising the enemy fighters coming in from seemingly nowhere. Now the odds were evened, with the Greali and Calaverans having roughly the same number of fighters deployed, give or take a hundred from either side. Caedo hoped the reinforcements would arrive soon. They could take it, but they couldn't dish it out nearly as much as he would like.

OCC: did you post rebel transports in brother agianst brother, cause we can't go anywhere in this thread until Greal shows up, so ya if you could please, or if you have tell me, thank you. :wink:

OOC: Eh? What are you talking about?

OCC: Cough" imitators take over rebel transports right?

OOC: TG Xis

The Calveran Hunter was moving, Greali forces well in his wake, when a massive black form jerked him up by his gun barrel, crushing it in one massive foreclaw, as the other yanked off his helmet. "You've caused enough consternation-it is time I took a personal hand." The figure studied the interior of the helmet.
"Hm. Rather a nice neural downlink in here-probably useful in war to keep you up to speed, hmm?" The voice spoke from a stone mask worn like a badge.
The hunter raised his gun.
"I shouldn't do that-I've crimped the barrel--"

OCC: Cough" imitators take over rebel transports right?
Nope. You actually said you were about to attack them, then left suddenly without infecting anyone or taking any of the ships. Sorry.

Battle of Pamp

Four hundred remaining Viper mark I fighters in the holds of the carriers were sent out to combat the enemy fighters, who seemed to have been reinforced heavily. Seventy Drone fighters were also sent out along with ten automated suicide fighters. The superbattleship's shields were brought down in seventy five percent, and the captain ordered another massive barrage of missiles and megabolt cannons. Meanwhile, Wrath Class battleships were firing their super heavy plasma cannons in an effort to destroy the enemy observer. The heavily damaged Freedom[I] was now history.
Captain Jaller asked his officers when the Greal reinforcements would arrive.
"The [I]Klackon should arrive any minute now, and the First Assault Fleet should also be here soon." replied one of the officers.

Pamp Base

The robots surprised by this sudden turn of events, fired their boltguns.

The Calveran Hunter was moving, Greali forces well in his wake, when a massive black form jerked him up by his gun barrel, crushing it in one massive foreclaw, as the other yanked off his helmet. "You've caused enough consternation-it is time I took a personal hand." The figure studied the interior of the helmet.
"Hm. Rather a nice neural downlink in here-probably useful in war to keep you up to speed, hmm?" The voice spoke from a stone mask worn like a badge.
The hunter raised his gun.
"I shouldn't do that-I've crimped the barrel--"


The Hunter wasn't exactly weak, Calaverians were genetically enhanced. " Thank you for speaking, now you have reavealed your position to the Great Leader, you will be killed..." The Hunter quickly ripped the pin off of one of his grenades.

Pamp

The Observers exited hyperspace, now that the FTL barrier was re-enabled. They drove max sublight, and could be seen from the Marathon, they would arrive in moments. Probe fighters and weapons fully charged for combat.

Pamp Base

However, as Red tried to weaken the handcuffs, an alarm went on, the cell door opened quickly, and several robots entered. They had a large needle only used in Hospitals....


Pamp Base

The robots surprised by this sudden turn of events, fired their boltguns.

OOC: Which they weren't holding in that first post.
IC:

Red took the hits, he didn't have too much of a choice, but it didn't matter too much. At this point he wasn't in the mood to bullshit anymore. Someone had to get hurt, something had to be destroyed, and a Greyknight was just the person to bring about the kind of destruction he had in mind. He slowly began to rise, he knew the handcuffs weren't going to last much longer, they were weakening. They would attempt something so useless... too little too late.

OOC: Which they weren't holding in that first post.
IC:

Red took the hits, he didn't have too much of a choice, but it didn't matter too much. At this point he wasn't in the mood to bullshit anymore. Someone had to get hurt, something had to be destroyed, and a Greyknight was just the person to bring about the kind of destruction he had in mind. He slowly began to rise, he knew the handcuffs weren't going to last much longer, they were weakening. They would attempt something so useless... too little too late.

The robots quickly left and the cell was shut down, then gas poured into the cell...

Red released as much fire as he could from his body with enough heat to incinerate a human instantly. He was quick to straighten up, the shackles around him breaking away. "I am the Dragon incarnate..." He muttered, his body was now completely engulfed in flame. "Now die..."

Red released as much fire as he could from his body with enough heat to incinerate a human instantly. He was quick to straighten up, the shackles around him breaking away. "I am the Dragon incarnate..." He muttered, his body was now completely engulfed in flame. "Now die..."

Water flooded the room now. It seemed as if the water had appeared out of nowhere. In the security room, Rollins watched the prisoner, who was this person?

The water began to evaporate upon touching Red's infernal body, he was actually a little supprised, this technology was similar to Greywatch's matter storage system. As the room began to fill with steam Red began to wonder how much longer such a facade could continue. With a deep, almost demonic voice he spoke out, "If I wanted to I would just walk through the door you've placed in front of me. I'm seven thousand years old, I don't like having my time wasted like this..."

The shields dropped to forty-three percent under the barrage, well reinforced by the power now siphoning from other systems. Caedo smiled as he saw the other Observers close in, the Greali were trapped now. They couldn't leave, they couldn't call in reinforcements, they could only die. The enemy wouldn't stand up for long against the full power of six Observers.
"No," he answered KABAL, "we must destroy their space defences first, otherwise they will only strike at our ground forces from above. Keep the men and vehicles on standby, it won't be long now..."
They kept up the same tactics they had, and suicide bombers being prioritized, targeted and destroyed before they could ram. The fighters of the Marathon were heavily outnumbered, but it wouldn't matter in a minute or two.
The fleets would be annihilated, the Greali armies destroyed, Pamp taken, and Caedo would have his first victory.
Twilight...
Lio grinned, quite a sight on an Xiscapian. "Crush them, Captain." she hissed.

The shields dropped to forty-three percent under the barrage, well reinforced by the power now siphoning from other systems. Caedo smiled as he saw the other Observers close in, the Greali were trapped now. They couldn't leave, they couldn't call in reinforcements, they could only die. The enemy wouldn't stand up for long against the full power of six Observers.
"No," he answered KABAL, "we must destroy their space defences first, otherwise they will only strike at our ground forces from above. Keep the men and vehicles on standby, it won't be long now..."
They kept up the same tactics they had, and suicide bombers being prioritized, targeted and destroyed before they could ram. The fighters of the Marathon were heavily outnumbered, but it wouldn't matter in a minute or two.
The fleets would be annihilated, the Greali armies destroyed, Pamp taken, and Caedo would have his first victory.
Twilight...
Lio grinned, quite a sight on an Xiscapian. "Crush them, Captain." she hissed.

The Animal, Socrates, Kash Wilson, Ares, defiant and Twilight began deploying there fighters by the hundreds, they had 3,600 Probe fighters heading into battle. The Observers opend up with there main plasma-ping cannons upon Greali capital ships. There thirty weaker plasma-ping cannons each began firing towards Greali sub-capital (cruisers, frigates etc.)

Twilight

A officer ran into the bridge " Sir, we have engaged in battle, I'm positive this batle will be ours, it seems the Marathon put up a fight before our arrival, but her shields are going down quick." Alexander nodded "Well wrap this up then, your excused." He turned to Lio's comment " I intended to my furry freind."

Battle of Pamp

However, before the Observers fired, the battle once again took a new turn. There was a flash, and the Klackon arrived at the battle. Twenty seconds later the First Assault Fleet also arrived. The Klackon got her fame from the war against the Zillars. In the final epic battle, thousands of ships were destroyed by the superfortress. Now, this was another challenge. As the Klackon fired its Mauler Superweapons and Superlasers at the Observers, around five thousand Viper Mark I and II fighters poured out and vastly outnumbered the enemy fighters. The First Assault Fleet unleashed its fighters and fired its weapons. The Klackon then launched a massive barrage of thousands of AS guns against the enemy fighters.

Pamp

Grenade Launchers came "out of the wall" and began firing at Red. Hopefully this would subdue him.

Rollins quickly left the base.

With a deep sigh Red pushed his way into the door blocking his exit, explosives weren't necessarily the best thing to use on someone who was already producing the amount of heat he was. I do hope they're not intending to waste all my time with this. "You do realize at this point that you're not going to win this with brute force. I am over seven thousand years of age, I've picked up enough tricks to help me survive." He began pushing his way into the door, feeling it heat up.

The Hunter wasn't exactly weak, Calaverians were genetically enhanced. " Thank you for speaking, now you have reavealed your position to the Great Leader, you will be killed..." The Hunter quickly ripped the pin off of one of his grenades.
"Ah, and are his systems being scrambled like those of my friends?" Morga was conversational, almost bored. "Your little explosion will summon my friends here post haste, while your Grating Leader will have to listen through scramblers as well as try to beam through them, and my friends have but to follow the explosion." Morga studied his claws, casually. "We'll be on our way soon-a dedicated soldier would try to gain more information and escape, but I understand your desire to be quit of this world...it is a desire I share."
OOC:I never said he was weak, only that Morga could crimp his barrel one-handed. If he can match that, I apologise for manhandling him.

OOC: Greal, you can't bring any reinforcements in, I've set up a FTLi field. As the Observers arrived I opened the field for a matter of seconds, the chances of your ships arriving at the exact same time and getting in before the field went down again are astronomical. You're stuck with what you have, I'm afraid. Please edit your post to reflect this and respond to both my attacks and those of NC.