NationStates Jolt Archive

((my planet is like earth, with a world war, however, the war resulted in the complete unification of the world under one banner, the day the war was over was the beginning of the AU calendar First post is intro, second is the actual event))

A Brief history of the Space Era
Aquahelper World Information Network, Government division (like the internet... but more organized)
SE (space era) 250.
[Public historical Video BA001]

[SE 0] (A[fter] U[nification] 24 old calendar)

The quiet hiss of air filled the air. On the launch pad was the first manned rocket. The rocket stood high, its two stages ready for launch. The sun beat down on it as water vapour condensed on the cooled exterior of the rocket. The vapour collected in large sheets of ice that hung down from the rocket.

Off in the distance a large building stood. It was the observation centre, here dignitaries from all the subjugated areas gathered. The space program was started to promote intranational cooperation between all conquered areas and establish the beginnings of a world lingua franka. The space program was successful in all of this, establishing “World standard” as the formal language of the world’s educated.

Now the rocket was finished fuelling and the people on board. In the observation centre, in the Spartan, white room that the dignitaries watched from the Emperor stood up.

“I welcome you this day to this grand event in Our nation’s history.” He looked around the group. “Each of the regions represented here has contributed greatly to the rapid advancement of this program. To come to this point we have all worked. Hard, now the fruits of out labour is about to launch.” A countdown started behind him. “The beginning of a new era has started, an era of prosperity as we reach for the stars.” The Emperor turned around just as the timer reached 0 and the rocket lifted off.

The rocket ignited its main engine. It slowly accelerated, beginning its ascent to the heavens. The engine left behind a large plume of smoke as it soared in the sky.

[End Video]

Over the last 245 years since the launch of the first manned capsule to space the nation has progressed far in all areas. In SE 15 the first space station was established in space. This space station would serve as a testbed of many new technologies for use in space. The First moon landing occurred in SE 22. This moon landing was not merely a point of exploration, rather it was also a mission to establish a base on the moon. This first mission carried the beginnings of a colony on the moon, a colony that has now expanded to the largest city on our moon.

Over the next several years attention was diverted from the proposed larger space station to the development of the moon colony. The moon colony was hard to access, and the first plans for what is now the planetary-orbital transport system were created. The first plan was to use the recently perfected rail gun technology and apply it to a mass driver system on the planet. This would create an easy to maintain, if land consuming, system of transport from earth to space. Construction on this project began in SE 42.

The first Space Centre was finished in SE 51. This greatly decreased the cost of space travel. The government also instituted a plan allowing for space tourism. The tourist industry was entirely government run, as no other company could use the Mass driver without government authorization, meaning all competitors had to use expensive rockets. There would be a total of 10 centres, each dedicated to a different branch of the economy and/ or government.

At This time world power production shifted from land intensive solar and wind farms to solar collection satellites and fusion power plants. These two systems would come to dominate the energy market. The military made the most use of the fusion power, relying on ground based power to limit the effect of the still existent, but reducing nationalist elements.

In SE 91, a civilian proposed a new calendar system, the one in use today. This system would be based on the first launch of man into space, the dawn of a new era.

In SE 103, the moon, with a population approaching 200,000, was the newest established province of the empire, the first official addition of extra solar territory. At the same time the government started the construction of large orbital elevators, platforms that would double as large coil guns. The system called for 100 elevators to be built, a massive order, but one that was made relatively easy with the introduction of self-replicating nanobots 10 years prior. The government also began plans to colonize the other planets in the system, the planetary Lagrange points, and establish fuel depots and processing centres on the gas giants.

The plans would take another 100 years to be completed. In the year SE 200, the empire of aqua helper had established a presence on all terrestrial planets. The gas giants now had gas processing and export depots and various ambitious companies were creating transport fleets to trade between the new colonies that were scattered around the system. The system had four terrestrial planets and five gas giants. Between the terrestrial planets and the giants was also a larger asteroid belt in addition to the one formed from the remainder of the accretion disk. The colonies were mainly in the terrestrial regions. The main world was the third world. The first world was the prototype anti-matter production facilities and the remaining two worlds contained general colonies. The third world had several large space colonies at the Lagrange points that remain to this day. The gas giants had military outposts and fuel depots. Over time the military was once again brought to new heights as increased technology and availability of ships allowed the few remaining nationalists, in addition to new pirates, to form small space fleets and terrorize shipping. This problem remains to this day as various ships hide in the asteroid belts.

In SE 221, a method of inducing FTL travel in a ship as it passed through “gates” was perfected. This system was immediately put to use as a “jump gate” network. This became the primacy system of travel, It was set up as a variable network over the entire system. This, coupled with low cost planet-space travel, encouraged further colonization causing a new wave of growth in the outlying colonies corresponding with an increase in trade. Rumours have been circulating of the development of a more efficient drive system. However, none of these have yet to be confirmed.
[End article]

Official government announcement

Over the last 20 years we have developed the ultimate in space travel technology. It is a completely new form of space travel made possible by ripping a hole in an abnormal space, not yet fully understood, and travelling though this area at a speed faster than light. Now interstellar travel is possible, now we can expand our empire even further.

We have now created the first interstellar fleet, and while this technology is not yet available to the public, it will be put to immediate use by our government in building a strong presence both in the home system and in the creation of an empire.


[Council meeting]
“Sir, with our advent into space we must now also get ready for an invasion. I propose that we refit all our ships with the latest weapons. Also, we must get a higher size in the military to combat this possible threat and the increasing amounts of piracy as ships become more readily available.” Said a council member. The emperor only nodded at his request.

“i will delay the first expedition by one year, that is the time you have to build new ships and upgrade existing ones.” Said the emperor

“Yes sir” said the council member.

“Now let us proceed to other matters...”

[One year later]

80% of the fleet had been upgraded and now the fleet sat in space waiting for the last ship, a late order flagship. The flagship was large, and by far the most elegant ship in the fleet. It was not just functional as many other ships in the fleet, but was made to be the emblem of a new wave of expansion. It was large at just over 1 km, and its technology was equally as impressive (aquahelper standards). The bridge was holographic, the standard on all new ships. It carried newly developed beam weapons, hypervelocity missiles, cluster bombs, and many other weapons. It was defended by newly improved plasma shielding and a carbon nanotube-depleted uranium-advanced ceramic-composite armour spaced with a insulating, high strength foam like material that spaced two layers of armour.

The fleet had a networked control system linking all these independent sensors and weapons in a single system. The fleet now moved in formation to the predesegnated jump point. As soon as all the ships were there the ships jumped in a brilliant flash of light off the the nearest system with a habitable planet.

Three days later the ships arrived, there were thirty ships, 5 if them battleships and 3 carriers. The rest were assorted other ships, of those 10 were civilian carrying the materials for a colony. However, what lay in the system would surprise all in the fleet.

((OOC: I want to get conquered if anyone is up to it.... however what I dont want is a large fleet just popping into my system... and I want to get conquered by someone of a fairly decent age that rp well... I need the experience))

OOC: You want to be conquered, my nation might come in and want you to join its empire but its not in my nature to full out conquer people.

((what I dont get is how you get so many posts..... I want a war))

OOC: Oh, well, sorry, I'm not a war person. But there are others up to the task. And I have this many posts because I participate in like ten RPs at a time.

((If anyone feels up to it feel free to post, Im off to bed))

oooc: ooo anotehr war! if i wasnt already in a war i would war with you >.> <.< but im going to drop in anyhow and say hi.
IC:
The System know only to the kewen as Oblong, it was called oblong casue it had a oblong shape one gas giant four planets and a single irregular shaped asteriod orbiting the only M class world. on The asteriod was a Small Kewen Excavation station, this asteriod was reported to contain strage energy signitures within it so the excavation operation was setup other than that there was only a few ships in the system. The 1km Carrier Advent and its twin Battle Crusier Escorts the Deliver and Exclaibur.

"Newcomerssss to thisssss sssspace, Identify yoursssselfvessss now, you have intruded upon a Excavation project"

OOC: See, this is similar to what I wanted to do.
Hold on, I just remembered my empire has a warmongering race in it so I could do a war actually.

OOC: I can FT war with you, I'm not in many RP's right now. Besides, I'm itching for a War RP.

Planetary Governor Eisen Sturm sat at his office within his Palace on the planet Otherium II. Being the only habitable planet in the system, the only contact from the outside besides the occasional trader convoy was the Kewen excevation team, who recently set up shop on a little asteroid orbiting the planet. As he reviewed his data-slate concerning rising levels of pollution and smog within the more industrialized cities (a very trivial matter, but something he'd put off long enough), a Colonel from the Planetary Defense Force burst into his office, obviously unsettled.

"Governor!" He said, saluting. "We have multiple contacts on long-range sensors, heading in our direction."

"Origin of vessels?"

"Unknown, sir. They'll be within range within the next 24 standard hours."

"Number of vessles?"

"Reports are sketchy at the moment, but there appears to be several dozen, consisting of several large ships surrounded with smaller vessels."

"An invasion fleet..."

The Governor stood up, placing the data-slate on his desk. This was no time for pollution control.

"Send a distress signal to every Imperial Planet and ship in range. And ready our own defenses as well." The 4 light crusiers and 1 destroyer orbiting the planet wouldn't do much against an entire invasion fleet, but they had to hold out until the Imperial Navy could arrive. Plus, the Planetary Defense Force could hold them on the ground, or so he thought.

"What about the alien expedition?"

"They are a secondary priority. Our safety comes first."

"Yes, sir." The officer saluted

The governor returned his salute "The Emperor Protects, Colonel."

Straightening his uniform, the Governor headed for the Planetary Defense Force Tactical Command.

((I'm up for it, have a few older nations but the Ventish are the most imperialistic))

((I think Ill take Angenteria's offer, that means I am going to be ignoring Kewen, sorry, if you still want to jump in I guess its alright, but I still want to be on the losing side of a war... I also assume that you have a higher technology level then me since I just achieved FT level... that could technically also mean that more then one nation fights over me... all the more fun I guess... in the end I dont care who wins as long as he/she rps well im just taking Angenteria's system as a starting point))

"Admiral Nar, sensors indicate that there are ships in this system. They match no known configuration, there is also a high probobility of life in the system." Said the sensor operator on the flagship. The admiral brought up the hologram of the area indicated by sensors. The ships were still far out and resolution was low, but there was definately indication of both thruster units and a large, dense artificial mass. The Admiral then brought up the comm system and broadcasted a message on all radio frequencies

This is the empire of Aquahelper, we hereby claim this system for the empire, and resistance will be met with force

With that message being sent out all weapons on the ships were powered and the ships assumed a protective wall formation in front of the civilian ships. The civilian ships were now using this oppertunity to escape on random vectors. However, it is likely that the enemy forces know of the home system by the original trajectory.

The ships began to advance in unison toward the enemy ships, their formation spread out, and yet compact enough to bring maximum fire from the forward batteries. Slowly they all continued into the system, glowing from the sheath of cold plasma surrounding the armor of all the ships.

[bump]

(OOC: I gotta make this short, I gotta go to work.)

Governor Sturm Strode into the Planetary Defense (PDF) Tactical Command Center, where the defense of the planet was to be coordinated. As Governor, he was not inherently a military man, but was the commander-in-chief of the local PDF. This is a double-edged blade, as incompetent governors can be put in direct command of millions of soldiers. As he entered, the soldiers stood and saluted.

"At ease, everyone." He announced. He turned to General Regina Ophelius, the PDF second in command.

"Report, General."

"Sir." She began "The xenos fleet is within sensor range. We're detecting thirty distinct signatures emerging from warp-space, however, a number of contacts seem to be fleeing in different directions."

"Can we determine why?"

"Honestly, sir, it could be anything. It could be a trap, they could not be armed, they could be troop transports, they co-"

"General!" A console operator cut her off "We're receiving a message from the Xenos fleet. I'm playing it over the speaker."

The message played, clear as day, over the multiple speakers throughout the room:


This is the empire of Aquahelper, we hereby claim this system for the empire, and resistance will be met with force.

The pair listened to the message intently, cringing over the translator's pitiful attempt at translating the xenos language.

"Orders, sir?"

The governor looked up "General, we're going to defend this planet, it's our duty. Evacuate the civilians, and prepare our defense."

"Yes, sir!"

A message was sent in response.

Aquahelpian Ships,
This planet and the outlying systems is the sovereign territory of the Holy Imperium of Angenteria, and any challenges to that claim will be met with the Emperor's Divine Light. You are ordered to turn your ships around, and exit the system.

OOC: I'll be hopping in once the fireworks start, hope you don't mind :D

The bridge of the eternal was the command center of the entire fleet. It was primarily a holographic sphere. The sphere was a ship within a ship, able to be ejected from the ship in the event of imminent ship destruction (though doing so would destroy several decks below it) The sphere had its own power, provided by several cold fusion reactors, and its own environmental systems powered by those fusion reactors. It's armor was equivalent to a bunker. The ship had its own armor for the bridge, and the bridge itself was armored. The two armor layers were separated by a lattice of a titanium alloy-carbon nanotube composite. giving the entire thing structural strength.

Inside the bridge officers commanded and managed the entire fleet according to the instruction of the admiral. The officers have ignored the message of the unknown race and now the ships moved at maximum speed into the system. The ships all moved in the holographic map of the system on the bridge, and the fewer enemy ships moved closer, steadily gaining in resolution.

"Weapons free," came the order from the admiral.

The standard method of long range engagement, a necessity here due to the uncertainty of the enemy technology level, was to load the the main coil guns on all equipped ships with a missile slug. This slug would move out from the ship and as it apporached the enemy ships, deploy its missiles in a rough circle, then have the missiles move independently towards the target. The missiles each had a yield of roughly one gigaton and each slug carried 15 missiles.

the ships all fired their slugs. There were 20 ships left, the smaller ships only carried two cannons, the battleships carried four, and the carriers none. That amounted to almost 40 shots fired at once, dumb projectiles until the missiles were deployed. The ships continued to close in, still unaware of how strong the opposing force was.

((OOC: I use PMT tech mostly, high end but still PMT))

Captain Veronius Lex of the Imperial Destroyer Pax Imperialis sat at his command chair on the main bridge. As the captain of the largest ship in the local defense fleet (which only numbered five ships, four of which were light cruisers,) he would be in general command of the defense's efforts in space. At first he resented being posted to patrol some Imperial backwater, but things were finally becoming interesting.

The Angenterian defense fleet was positioned in a roughly standard formation, with the four light cruisers, which carried two main mass driver cannons and a number of missiles each, were positioned in a square formation around the destroyer, which itself carried four main guns (more damaging then the cruiser's own weapons) and a number of torpedoes, more damaging then the cruiser's missiles, but not by much. They were advancing directly towards the alien fleet, with the ships' bow pointing directly towards the xenos, to minimize surface area for targeting.

"Captain." Commander McGrash, the ship's first officer, reported. "The xenos fleet is continuing it's advance toward our position, they're assuming what seems to be a combat formation."

"Do we know how many alien ships still remain in the area?"

"Approximately twenty ships. Ten of their ships seemed to have fled at totally random vectors."

"We'll worry about them later, right now we-"

"Sirs!" A deck officer stopped them. "The Xenos ships have opened fire!"

As if to confirm what the officer just said, their ship began to shake uncontrollably as a number of slugs impacted on the void-shields and exploded.

"Damage report!" The Captain shouted, rising after the initial shock had thrown him to the floor. How he wished he had a mega-particle cannon right about now.

"Minimal damage to our hull, captain; our shields took most of it. However, one of the cruisers' took the brunt of the enemy projectiles, and has sustained heavy damage. Sir, it won't be able to help us."

"Show me."

The viewscreen changed to show the damaged cruiser, named the Penitent Justice. A large hole was torn through it's hull, and the captain could make out the dark uniforms of Navy personnel, sucked through the breach into the vacuum of space. The cruiser broke off formation, and began to slowly drift away.

"Are we able to tell how powerful their weapons are, based on the last attack?" The Captain, however much he wanted, could not break off to help, as there were about twenty ships filled with bloodthirsty aliens in front of their noses.

"Sir, the enemy ships appear to be using a special type of projectile. This projectile would appear to, on approach to it's target, split into many smaller projectiles, causing damage over a larger area. Their level of technology, however, seems to be a small step below our own, as it took a number of hits to penetrate the void-shield of the cruiser."

So all we have to do is not let them take down our shields. The Captain thought. He stood up.

"Return fire immediately! Target the smaller ships!"

"Fire!"

The destroyer and three remaining cruisers came to life, their main guns focusing on the smaller vessels, they erupted into a plethora of projectiles. The projectiles were basic mass-drivers. They traveled toward the enemy, and exploded on impact. This was followed by a volley of twenty-five missiles.

(OOC: I'm presuming i can join you, just ignore me and kick me out if i can''t :rolleyes: )


A pin point of space a great distance away from the sudden battle suddenly burst into a bright light. It expanded as the fabric of space was torn apart to allow 4 ships to "drop" into the fabric of reality; the slip-space rupture closed up as the ships drifted away.

A Ciscilian patrol ship, Designation 529, a large silver tear drop shaped vessel, adjusted it's position to face the sudden activity within system. 3 smaller saucer shaped battle vessles formed a defensive shield around the Ciscilian one. The smaller ones were Dalek ships, the bio-mechanical constructs of the Ciscilian Empire. On board the Desg 526 Cosmonaught Drake assessed the situation.

"Readings?" he yelled across the control room,
"A great number of ships sir!, energy signitures suggest the battle only just started!"
Drake pondered this development,
"We only came here to survey... we shall watch and wait; see what happens. Relay my orders to the Dalek Saucers."
"Aye sir!"

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The Dalek Saucers received their orders and beamed the instructions to the Daleks withen.
"ORDERS RE-CEIVED" one Dalek screeched to the Supreme Dalek,
"FOLLOW GRID DEFENSE PATTERN ZERO-DELTA FIVE" it responded,
"I O-BEY"

The Daleks hovered through the ship assuming emergency battle stations, waiting for a form of input to act upon.

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My technology is advanced yet stagnant. I utilise laser weaponry mostly, but the Ciscilian ships are equipped with Plasma weaponry of varying types, the Saucers are not.

((you can join.. its open... my getting conquered is open to anyone [provided that someone defeats me and someone also finishes defeating whoever meaning that whoever defeats me might not be the one that conquers me]))

[the slugs are basically long range weapons since at the distances they are fired, the slugs are the primary means to get the shells a great distance at a significant speed without wasting valuable fuel used later.. the entire idea of using such a delivery system and number of missiles was to get past point defense]

IC, Bridge
The bridge was still quiet, a calm place of order amid the raging guns of the ship above. The officers quietly watched the battle take place in front of them. Small yellow dots marking fire of weapons streamed over toward the enemy. Slowly the view on the holographic bridge zoomed in on the enemy ships. They were now almost crystal clear in view, the collective viewing power of the fleet forming a multi-gigapixel representation of the ships. The yellow shells were "dumb" and their positions only extrapolations from firing solutions. however, soon enough, there were hundreds of yellow dots as the shells approached the enemy ships. The shells slammed into the enemy ships.

"Sir, there appears to be some type of barrier blocking our shells. It appears to be some sort of projected field, much like that protecting the imperial palace. However, it is also smaller then it and much more focused. Sensors report that one ship's DAF (damage absorption field) has been disabled and several of our missiles have caused grave damage to the ship." A second window popped up showing the enemy ship. It was filled with gaping holes. "The ship is withdrawing from the battle, the enemy ships have opened fire with similar projectiles." The window the the ship closed and the view now focused on the fire of the enemy ships.

"Activate the point defense system!" cried the admiral. The point defense system, as it was called, was a large number of lasers and smaller caliber cannons located all over the ships. The cannons were better called railguns and fired one of three types of shells, solid, flak, or as it was shooting now a explode on contact shell. The shells were not designed to destroy an enemy slug, but to slow it down to the point that the armor could absorb the impact easier and to deflect the shells away from vital areas. The lasers worked on the missiles, attempting to burn though the outer shell and destroy the warhead inside.

onward the projectiles came, the missiles were destroyed from behind the relatively few shells by the lasers, however the oncoming shells posed a larger problem. They were aimed at the smaller ships, those least capable of defending against a hit. Several of the projectiles were deflected. The shells were scattered hits across five ships. Unlike the enemy, aquahelper ships had no shields. Immediately on one ship, which took the brunt of the enemy shells, the status symbol turned from green to red and a detailed damage report began to scroll. The other ships also changed colors, however, they only changed to yellow. Green stood for minimal or no damage, yellow stood for moderate damage, orange stood for heavy damage, and red stood for imminent destruction. The status symbol above the ship now read "crew ejected" and so it was as in the area of hologram around the damaged ships were now numerous white dots, escape pods. All of these attempted to move behind the line as the AI of the abandoned ship (along with it's captain according to tradition) moved off in front of the fleet. It exploded in a brilliant explosion of yellow and red as the fields containing anti-matter dropped and the redundant fields succumbed to the diminishing power supply. On the bridge everyone saluted, and gave their respects to the captain and the lost ship. However, after the quick salute they all went back to their duties. The damage to the other four ships were mainly large holes in the outer armor. However, the shell was caught within the internal lattice work separating the layers of armor. One ship had internal damage with several casualties, but nothing major was hit that was essential to the operation of the ship in a combat state (though the mess hall was hit).

The AI called out "Changing from long range to medium range combat, other ships detected, outer system, current threat rating, minimal, to be confronted at a later time." Medium combat instituted changing the scatter missiles to a solid shot, the solid shot, as has been evidenced by the recent destruction of a ship, was more inaccurate but also transferred a larger amount of energy on one focused area. The activation of another weapon was also instituted, lasers. Lasers had an effective range of several light seconds. however, it had been found that they had best be restricted to close and middle range combat. as the power would be better put to use in a rapid firing of the main cannons. The lasers launched out in front of the shells in an effort to weaken the shields/ hull of the enemy ship directly at the projected point of impact of the shells. To that end each ship was equipped with two-four lasers.

The launched fighters from the carriers also now streamed forth toward the enemy fleet, hopefully they would have no other fighter cover, but the threat from point defense lasers was always great. There were two types of fighters, a bomber, and a fighter-torpedo type. The fighter was faster and more dedicated to hit and run tactics while the bomber was slower, and more heavily armed. The bomber had one defensive turret instead of several forward firing cannons, for main defense. all the fighters, however, had a single point defense lasers to aid in the destruction of enemy missiles. The fighters closed in, while the bombers readied their bombs, bombs, that like missiles, dealt around 1 gt max damage.

The battle was quickly escalating, and it seemed the the ferocity and numbers, not technology as the enemy had a higher rating in that, of aquahelper ships would see the day through.

((If Im godmodding please tell me... btw, the close in combat calls for the deactivation of lasers and the redirection of power to plasma beams, it also calls for the point defense cannons, if not otherwise occupied, to attack enemy ships, since as railguns, all shells carry some power and any impact on enemy shields would result in small, but sustained damage))

"Sir!" A console operator reported. "The enemy is launching fighters!"

"Sir!" Another bellowed "A number of ships have entered the system. The design suggests that it is not with the enemy."

The Captain sat for a moment, taking in the situation.

"Sir, what are your orders?" McGraff asked.

"We can't win this battle with sheer firepower alone; the enemy has too many ships. We need to close distance fast, and rely on our smaller ships and boarding parties. Full speed ahead! Choose targets and fire at will! Once we get close enough, order all ship to launch our drop pods!"

"What about the fighters, sir?"

"We don't have any fighter cover, we'll just have to hope our shields and anti-fighter gunners can deal with them. We have to hold our until the Sector Fleet can arrive."

"Yes, sir!"

With a roar of the engines, the three ships sped towards the xenos fleet, moving at maximum speed, guns blazing.

[Bridge]
"Sir they are ignoring our attacks, their shields are shrugging off what hits. Moreover, they are also rapidly closing in on our position." The AI began to spew out fairly obvious lines of text in a new window.
It read:
Enemy ships approaching

possible reason: boarding actions, lesser numbers have prompted a charge to limit our ability to fire, while at the same time allowing them to board our ships

chance of enemy marine units being equipped with superior weapons: 100%

abnormality: no other ships in system to defend planet,

Possible reason: delaying action, last stand

Most likely reason: delaying action for other ships, number unknown

Suggestion: seal off all decks, ready marines for counter boarding actions, unknown in enemy has theoretical teleportation device, suggested manner of deployment: defense in depth, action must be taken immediately.

The admiral said "AI, inform all ships to get ready to repell boarders, get ready for a sustained fight." an affirmative chirp came from the AI.

The admiral then turned to an officer. "Tell all ships to advance, they can only take three ships, their velocity also won't allow them to easily turn. Therefore the best course of action is to move past the enemy ships and toward the planet in the event that there are enemy reinforcements." The officer nodded and began to relay the orders. However, the admiral spoke again. "Tell one ship to deactivate all weapons and pick up the survivors of the intrepid while broadcasting a 'do not attack message.' " The officer nodded again.

back on the hologram the ship status box changed according to the orders. The subtitle labeled "marine status" was highlighted and showed a color, yellow or green, for deploying or ready. Soon all were green and the ships moved forward.

The ships in front of the fleet were rapidly getting closer. Subsequently all the ships activated the "close in assault plan." Bright beams of hot, bright plasma, shunted from engine waste, was channeled into a short range magnetic confinement field. The field compressed the plasma and hit the other ship at a significant speed. The glaring heat from the plasma only allowed a few seconds of fire, but on unarmored targets, such a heat would even begin to melt the armor on the ships of the aquahelper fleet, the most advanced that aquahelper had.

The railguns also began to switch between targets. It shot at incoming shells and missiles when needed, but primarily it shot streams of slugs at the enemy ships. They glowed white hot with heat as they streamed off to their pulverization on the shields of the enemy ship. Though all this the enemy ships still shot, their superior weapons caused two of the previously damaged ships to drop to code orange. One quickly turned red, and pulled away from the fleet, spewing small white craft that headed to the sole ship left behind, the freedom, one of those hit by the shells earlier in the battle.

The other ships continued shooting. The ships were close now and only the ships directly infront of the incoming ships could fire its main canon. It did that shooting two, white hot slugs directly onto the center of the enemy ships. The three targeted ships did this, each shooting two shells. (but then... even at point blank they can miss if you so wish... I dont care how many of the three ships you decide to grapple or not....)

The remainder of the fleet merely shot missiles and rail gun shells at the enemy ship, bathing it in a constant rain of blue shells, looking like a water shower present back on the home planet. The fighters had been ordered to ignore the ships now that they were at such close range. They were to continue on to the planet itself, softening whatever fighter and anti-space defenses the planet had (then again they are also most likely shielded so it might end up being an effort in futility)

((OOC: I made many assumptions, if any are incorrect just change the incorrect sections))

Cosmonaught Drake observed as what seemed to be the defending fleet suddenly hurtled towards the enemy vessels.
"Assumptions?" he asked his crew,
"Boarding action sir?" one offered,
"Close range weapons?" chimed in another,
"Quite possibly both," Drake replied, scrutinising the screen.

He pondered the situation as the ships grew closer, suddenly the communications screens flared to life,
"Sir! We've intercepted a message!"
"Play it," Drake ordered, the computer warbled the translation through the speakers:

"This is the empire of Aquahelper, we hereby claim this system for the empire, and resistance will be met with force."


Drake pondered the message with an air of mixed contempt and amusement. He was about to comment on the futility of it when the communications station burst once more into life,
"We've got another sir!"
"Play it!" he ordered, leaning forward in anticipation,

"Aquahelpian Ships,
This planet and the outlying systems is the sovereign territory of the Holy Imperium of Angenteria, and any challenges to that claim will be met with the Emperor's Divine Light. You are ordered to turn your ships around, and exit the system."

"And here we have the situation in full!" he declared proudly to his sub-ordinates. never under-estimate the usefullness of wide-band messages." He opened the communication channel to the Dalek Saucers, "Dalek ships, assume control of the situation." He left the communication channel open and awaited specific battle orders from the Daleks.

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"DALEK SUPREME OF SAUCER 736 ASSUME CONTROL!" the Supreme Dalek plugged itself into the control centre and began issuing commands,
"SAUCER 598 MOVE TO BASE AND REQUEST RE-INFORCE-MENTS!"
"SAUCER 278 ASSUME ATTACK POSITION 9!"
"DESG 529 FOLLOW GRID PATTERNS!"
"ALL DALEKS TO BATTLE STATIONS!"

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From the panaramic view of space one of the Dalek ships moved off on an out-system vector. Before forcing a hole into slip-space and dropping into it. The rupture closed up calmly.

The remaining ships however arranged themselves into a formation, the Ciscilian ship took point flanked by the two Dalek Saucers. All vessels began charging up their weapons and maximizing their sheilds, they moved swiftly towards the point of battle between the two fleets; crossing space fast they were to arrive speedily.

[Bridge]
A Large warning screen popped up on the bridge holographic command system. The admiral muttered several profanities.

"Officer, direct the flank (8 ships, 6 smaller 1 battleship and one carrier) to intercept those ships!"

"aye sir" came the reply.

[message to the unknown vessels]
The is the aquahelper empire, you are intruding on a matter that is not of your concern. Please turn back now.


The 8 ships moved quickly toward the unknown ships, hopefully a peaceful solution could be found to these new ships and they would cut the force in half.

((of course.... im expecting to lose here and then get killed in my own system eventually))

[Dalek Saucer 736]

"INCOMING TRANSMISSION!" A Dalek screeched,
"PLAY FOR VIEWING"

"The is the aquahelper empire, you are intruding on a matter that is not of your concern. Please turn back now."

"UNIDENTIFIED VESSLES ON INTERCEPT COURSE!"
"INTENT?"
"AGGRESSIVE!"
"PREPARE TO BROADCAST"

[Message to inbound vessels]

"ALL AGGRESSIVE INFERIOR RACES ARE OF CONCERN TO THE DALEKS! YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED ALONG WITH THE DEFENDING FLEET! THEN THIS WORLD WILL BURN UNTILL IT'S SURFACE IS BUT GLASS!"

The 2 Dalek Saucers and the Ciscilian ship hurtled towards the incoming vessels with their weapons and sheilds charged to maximum.

"SUBJECTS WITHEN RANGE IN 17 SECONDS!"
"MAINTAIN COURSE, OBSERVE ENEMY CONFIGURATION BEFORE FIRING"

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Cosmonaught Drake listened to the incoming transmission and the Daleks reply. He leant back, glad he wasn't directly involved in this. Once a full fleet arrived they would most likely bombard the planets surface with plasma; the Ciscilian Empire had a troubled history, pushed to the edge of extinction so many times that it had an effect on their own attitude, eventually resulting in their xenophobic constructs the Daleks.

He felt his vessel shudder as it increased it's speed, he saw the readings on the holographic display show his weapons ready for firing. He sat on tenterhooks wondering who would make the first move.

(OOC: I have four ships left by the beginning of this post. One of the cruisers was heavily damaged in the first volley.)

Imperial Destroyer
Pax Imperialis

The destroyer, along with the remaining three light cruisers, roared towards the enemy fleet. The destroyer shook uncontrollably, both from the increased speed and the shower of enemy weapons impacting on their shields.

"Sir! The enemy fleet is increasing speed. They're heading directly for the planet!"

"Sir! The enemy fighters have passed us completely, and are also heading for the planet!"

"Sir! Another of the light cruisers has taken a direct hit to their bow! They're abandoning ship!"

"Captain! Void-shield integrity at 50%!"

The captain listened to each update as it streamed in, carefully mulling over his next move.

"Sir! We have intercepted communications between the enemy fleet and the unidentified ships! Relaying them to your console."

The words appeared on the captain's main console.


The is the aquahelper empire, you are intruding on a matter that is not of your concern. Please turn back now.


ALL AGGRESSIVE INFERIOR RACES ARE OF CONCERN TO THE DALEKS! YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED ALONG WITH THE DEFENDING FLEET! THEN THIS WORLD WILL BURN UNTIL IT'S SURFACE IS BUT GLASS!

"I guess that we can count out the other aliens as potential aid." McGraff said, the hint of a chuckle in his voice.

"Captain! Your orders!?" A console operator shouted.

"What is the status of our guardsmen?" The Angenterian Imperial Guard was the main fighting force of the Holy Imperium, consisting of countless men and women from all over. Detachments of such guardsmen were dispatched to many ships in the Navy, mainly for security and boarding actions.

"All squads have reported to their drop pods and stand ready for your orders!" Angenterian drop pods used for boarding actions were not unlike the ones reserved for elite troops on land actions (OOC: Remember that if I ever make it to your planets, Aquahelper). They traveled at the speed of a fighter directly towards the enemy. However, that's where the similarities end. Once they attached themselves to the hull of an enemy ship, a complex network of cutting tools would only need a few seconds to cut it's way through the ship's hull into the corridor of the enemy ship, making a hole big enough for the boarders to fit through.

"Captain, at this rate, the enemy fleet is going to pass right by us, and head directly for the planet." Commander McGraff stated.

"That's right, but we can't discount the unidentified ships either. Right now, the enemy seems to be sending a detachment to intercept them." The Captain outlined a section of the tactical map to his first officer. "Based on the confidence of these 'Daleks' (making the appropriate quotations with his hands), we can assume that their technology is quite superior to what we have available, and that of the other aliens."

"So what do we do?"

"We let the 'Daleks' deal with the detachment of enemies for us. Meanwhile, we will bank up so that the biggest enemy ship passes right below us, giving us time to launch our drop pods."

"Sir, the window of opportunity for that will be only a few seconds. What do we do if it fails?"

"If it fails, we will target the enemies engines with our top guns and open fire with everything we got."

"And the light cruisers?"

"They will slow down, and wait for the enemy to pass us completely. When that happens, they will target the enemy engines as well."

"Your orders have been relayed. We are maneuvering now."

"Sir. The enemy ship is passing directly below us."

"Okay! Launch the pods!"

With that, about two dozen drop pods, filled to the brim with Angenterian Guardsmen, rocketed straight toward the enemy ship.

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Otherium II
PDF Tactical Command

"Governor. The enemy fighters are heading straight towards us!"

"Governor. Captain Lex is attempting a boarding action."

"I see. How are the shield-domes?"

"They have been activated and are holding. However, as you know, while the administrative buildings and main military installations are protected, the majority of the civilian cities are not."

"We can't just leave them to die. How goes their evacuation?"

"A large percentage of the civilians have been relocated to underground shelters. However, many civilians still remain within the cities. We can't evacuate them any faster."

"We'll have to make do with that we have. Continue the evacuation of the civilians, we have to get as many of them to safety as we can."

"Right away, governor."

"Governor, we are receiving an encoded transmission from Sector Command, we are relaying it to the main screen."

The viewscreen in the front of the from changed from a picture of the planet to the image of an older man in a Navy uniform.


This is Fleet Admiral Hawkespur of the Imperial Navy. We have received your transmission and are en route to your position. Your orders are to hold out until we can arrive.

So help is on the way... The governor thought. But the main question hovered over the room.

Will it arrive in time?

(OOC: The boarding operation version of Imperial Guardsmen is armed with a laser carbine or rifle, with the occasional heavy weapon, and reinforced armor. This is assuming, of course, they don't get the crap shot out of their drop-pods.)

On the bridge of the OHC Borealis, Captain Elesto sat staring into the blue wavering depths of Subspace, pondering the deeper meaning of things. His crew and his ship had been on general surveillance for the past two months, spying on the galaxy from the relative safety of Subspace. Of course with Subspace's sensitivity to interior and exterior events things had gotten a little heated, especially with the supernova they barely dodged a week ago, along with an accidental flak barrier deployment that had nearly torn apart the ship and two light year's worth of subspace. Despite this, things had been quite boring. Although there were conflicts and interesting phenomena going on all the time, the Borealis was only allowed to leave it's position if the event in question was within a radius of ten parsecs, and nothing local had occurred...
"Captain, we have multiple Kinzler waves coming from approximately seven point two five three parsecs away! Post-interference amplitudes suggest moderate yield weapon exchanges, most likely projectile based weaponry instead of plasma or non-solid confinement weapons."

Elesto grinned, and tapping a few commands into his armrest console turned to the Tactical Officer.

"Very good Lieutenant, lets take a proper look. ETA from here?"

Elesto waited for the necessary calculations, looking at a star map now being projected on the view screen. After a few seconds the Lieutenant looked up.

"Sir, if we start moving at full speed now, we should reach the destination and revert to real space in about twenty to twenty five seconds at 35% full speed. Shall I proceed?"

Elesto nodded. "Make it so Lieutenant, and put the ship on Cautionary Status. We don't need weapons yet, but the shields should protect us if we revert into any cross fire."

With that, the OHC Borealis sped through the depths of Subspace towards the source of the conflict...

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Several hundred kilometers away from the Angenterian fleet the OHC Borealis reverted into real space, a shimmering Subspace Portal closing behind it. For a second a large bubble crackled around the Borealis, before forming into an invisible particle shield capable of absorbing most kinetic impacts. At seven hundred meters the Borealis was a rare show of Outer Heaven Military might, the Cruiser's hull littered with Beam Arrays, Flak Cannons, Laser Turrets and Missile launchers. After a few moments a transmission was broadcast on all frequencies, and with some translating would say:

This is Captain Elesto of the OHC Borealis.
We have detected a conflict in the surrounding area, and are curious to what sparked the conflict.
If no response is received, or if we are attacked, we will assume a hostile position.
Awaiting a reply, Elesto out.

Even as the Ciscilian and Dalek ships closed the ever decreasing gap between them and the now approaching fleet they detected an anomaly in sub-space, seconds later the anomaly resolved itself into an exit portal bathed in Kerinkov radiation. The Daleks quickly surmised it to be a vessel of similar tech to their own. A few seconds later they picked up a transmission:

"This is Captain Elesto of the OHC Borealis. We have detected a conflict in the surrounding area, and are curious to what sparked the conflict. If no response is received, or if we are attacked, we will assume a hostile position. Awaiting a reply, Elesto out."

As the Daleks processed what to do next Cosmonaught Drake quickly grabbed the communicator and bellowed a message to the Newcomers, Daleks were logical but not innovative, the radio broadcasted across space to the newcomers:

"To the newly discovered extra-terrestial fleet! This is Cosonaught Drake of the Designation 526 of the Ciscilian Empire! On an inbound vector to destroy aggressive forces, the attacking fleet of the Aquahelper Empire, who have initiated un-provoked attacks against the Angenteria forces stationed here." There was a pause as Cosmonaught Drake wondered how to finish, "That is all."

((right... I forgot about the unprotected engines... ah well))
[Brdige]
"Enemy ships slowing to a fraction of their original speed sir." The admiral began to mull over that in his head mumbling all the while before shouting some orders. "They are attempting to target out engines... its too late to stop. All ships initiate full about face while over the enemy ships to present a minimal target to the engine."

"Relaying order" said the commander. On the homogram it could be seen that nearly all the ships were turning as they passed over or under the enemy ships. Their side thrusters burned with a white hot jet of plasma. At the same time the ships spewed the entirety of their close range weapons into the enemy ships. All the lower/ upper plasma cannons and rail guns. However, some of these ships recieved and/or reacted too late to the order.

The enemy ships lanced out with fire on these ships hitting two ship's engine units. One of two engines on each ship were hit, damaged beyond repair. The engines were jettisoned, shut off then tossed into the depths of space. The ships were now limited to only half speed. The same ships also lost half their power as reactor output had to be cut in half to avoid destroying the second engine with overheat. However, one of these ships was hit, also in the area that was not jetisoned and slowly, a patch of red could be seen on the ship. It's status changed to red, the ship was no longer able to work under without an ability to use its reactor. The crew of the ship began to exit the ship in numerous escape pods while the AI of the ship continued to keep the reactor at a minimum level alowing the ship minimal power, all diverted to weapons. The railguns on the surface of the ship shot at the closest enemy, firing away with its weapons. It also launched the entirety of its remaining missile battery at the enemy ships, some 100 missiles.

"Sir, the Imperial is now in a state of code blue. The crew is retreating to the collecting ship. Also, the collecting ship is starting to reach maximum capacity, it will only be able to take one more ship load of crew before leaving the battle."

"Acknowledged" said the admiral. At the same time that he said that numerous thumps resounded throughout the ship.

"Hull Integrity Breached in multiple sections on A Deck. Enemy boarders detected, closing security walls in affected areas, deploying marines to contain boarders." said the AI.

"AI, fill affected areas with Substance J-32" [a sleeping compound] The ship status window, currently showing a map of the top most deck, A deck, now showed that several areas were now filled with gas. The areas beyond these had deployed marines. There were many more men on the flagship due to its larger size, as with all things it was most obviously a delaying action due to the seemingly futile nature of the attempt to take the entire ship (though I suppose it is possible).

"Unknown ships detected. Introductory message labels them as a potential threat, sending out response to unknown ship.

to OHC Borealis

The race known as "Dalek" which has sent a message to you is the most aggressive one here, they have called for the death of all the other ships in this system. We request your help against this fleet.

[With the Dalek]
The 8 ships opened fire with long rage weapons. The same shells that fired before now shot at the Dalek ships. The shells scattered into hundreds of smaller missiles and exploded in a bright array of naquadah enhanced nuclear fire.

Outside the fighting zone sat a small frigate, it had only just recently jumped in to check some interesting reading from this system. Forbidden Ministry sensors were rarely wrong and there was indeed something happening, a war. Over what, the crew didn't know. It was a very small ship, only capable of udpporting a 20-man crew. Half of them were human, the other half were droids. The captain ordered the ship to be put into cloak and move forward to get a better look at the situation.

((OOC: you are cloaked.... I can't do anything about your ship you might want to do some more))

OOC: Nah, I'm just gonna watch a little and then do something. It's more recon than anything else, I'll jump in fully soon enough.

As the Designation 526 hurtled towards the approaching ships flanked by the two Dalek Saucers the missiles impacted against their shields. The 3 ships shields flared brilliant white against the explosions, they held up against most of the explosions but the Desg 526 and Dalek Saucer 736 shields flared and died, allowing a dozen missiles to impact against their surfaces, the explosions destroyed sensor arrays and littered the hulls surface with craters, the Dalek ship wobbled, unstable for a moment as a missile penertrated into a compartment releasing atmosphere, before stabalizing once more.

Deep within the Desgination 526 Cosmonaught Drake felt the ship vibrate slightly more than usual, he tapped the holographic display in front of him, issuing orders.

The Supreme Dalek on the Dalek Saucer 736 issued orders calling for an all out strike.

The 3 vessels unleashed a a continous barrage of pin-point accurate pulse lasers, the Desg 526 fired 2 bursts of plasma which blazed across space, remotely controlled by magnetic fields these sun-temperature balls of liquid gas were not only accurate but deadly, each one hurtled towards a different ship. The Dalek saucers, instead of plasma, instead released a hailstorm of missilies each capable of destroying a small house.

(OOC: For want of better imagery lol )

OOC: "Liquid gas"? How does that work?

IC:

Aboard the scout ship the captain and crew looked on at the conflict. "Wow, quite a show." Said a crew member, "I wonder if we should get in on it." The captain shook his head, "No, we follow protocol. We need to know who here is the 'bad guy' before we do much else. Then we can jump in." The ship began moving slowly around the other ships while maintaining its long distance.

(OOC: Thats what plasma is, gas at such an amazingly high temperature it takes on the properties of a liquid WITHOUT becoming a liquid lol)

OOC: Plasma is considered a state all on its own. And its ionized, super-heated gas. Otherwise it would be contradictory. And if it only took on the properties of liquid it still wouldn't be liquid gas, it would just be gas that acts like a liquid.

OOC: Plasma is considered a state all on its own. And its ionized, super-heated gas. Otherwise it would be contradictory. And if it only took on the properties of liquid it still wouldn't be liquid gas, it would just be gas that acts like a liquid.

(OOC: *holds up hands* alright alright, i know what it is. I was just trying to dumb it down so anyone can understand if they ask again. No offence meant! I just put a metaphorical description for easy envisioning not a scientific description which tends to be a tad less usuful and lead to scientific debates such as these lol.)

OOC: Wasn't offended lol and wasn't trying to be a jackass. Was just trying to figure that out... plus, I'm pretty sure anyone who plays FT would know what plasma is, at least I hope so lol. Anyway, glad we cleared that up, thx.

(OOC: Coming off the properties of plasma and bringing us back to the RP...)

Imperial Destroyer
Pax Imperialis

"Captain, our Guardsmen have infiltrated the enemy vessel, and combat is commencing."

"Captain, our ships have disabled some of the enemy vessels, but the majority of the enemy is still heading towards the planet."

"Captain, incoming missiles!"

"Brace for impact!"

The missiles from the enemy ships slammed into the three remaining vessels. The Captain was thrown to the floor, and a few bridge officers were severely burned by sparking consoles.

"Report status!" Commander McGraff shouted

"Sir! Void-shield integrity is down to 23%."

"Sir! One of the cruisers reports are reporting that it's void-shields are down! However, their systems are still functioning."

"Tell them to abandon ship. There isn't much more they can do."

Captain Lex stood up. He knew that he was reaching the end of his chain. Thanks to his actions, he had disabled or destroyed some of the enemy, and is attempting to board what seems to be their flagship. However, the numbers of the enemy are too great for their measly three vessels to handle. With the majority of the enemy advancing toward the planet, and more unidentified aliens popping up, there wasn't much more he could do. He couldn't rely on the arrival of the Sector Battlefleet, which always seemed to have the worst timing when it came down to this sort of thing.

"Orders, sir?"

"We've done what we can. I don't expect the Guardsmen to take the entire ship, just enough to gain control over the ship's main systems, or cause enough internal damage to force it out of the action. Target and destroy the enemy ships we've immobilized, then set a course back for the planet. Once there, target the nearest enemy and fire at will."

"And the Daleks?"

"I expect the Daleks to more or less annihilate the enemy flank, then proceed towards us. We don't have the strength left to pose much of a threat to them. The only thing that really can is the sector battlefleet, and I'll be damned if they actually arrive in time to help." A murmur of agreement arose around the bridge.

"Alright." The captain said somberly. "Fire!"

The remaining two ships let loose on the disabled enemy ships.
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Aquahelpian ship

"MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!" Major Gerard of the Angenterian Imperial Guard ordered his troops forward through the enemy bulkhead, taking shots at the enemy with his autopistol, his power sword gripped firmly in his other hand. The fighting was quite fierce. The enemy marines, while not as advanced as his troops were, were still putting up an impressive defense. Each drop pod launched carried an elite squad of ten troopers (OOC: Multiply that by twenty drop pods (assuming four were shot down,) that's two-hundred men.) The enemy wouldn't just sit around and let them take over the ship, he guessed. The enemy had managed to set up a defensive barricade, preventing advance, if only for awhile.

"Sergent, toss a promethium (incendiary) grenade over the barricade! Burn them out!"

"Sir!" The Sergent acknowledged "COVER FIRE!"

A wave of laser bolts flew from their hiding spots, while a single promethium grenade flew towards the barricade.

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Otherium II
PDF Tactical Command

"Governor. More unidentified aliens have just broadcast a message. I'm relaying it to your console."

This is Captain Elesto of the OHC Borealis.
We have detected a conflict in the surrounding area, and are curious to what sparked the conflict.
If no response is received, or if we are attacked, we will assume a hostile position.
Awaiting a reply, Elesto out.

"This could work to our advantage." General Ophelius said, reading the message as it appeared. "They seem to want to know what's going on."

"Then why don't we send them our view of the situation?" The Governor replied. "Who knows, they might decide to assist us."

A message was sent in reply:

This is Governor Eisen Sturm of the Holy Imperium of Angenteria to Captain Elesto of the OHC Borealis. We have come under attack by enemy forces known as the Aquahelper Empire, and a force known as the Daleks, who both have aggressive intentions of conquest or destruction. We request your aid in defending the system from the aggressors.

Elesto listened to the three various messages, a frown across his face. All three messages painted a different picture, but it was obvious one side was much less at fault.

"Tactical, put us on Alert Status. Power up Rail Guns and the Beam Array, move us between the Aquahelper fleet and the Angenterian planet and prepare for an engagement."

As red lights flashed and alert sirens sounded throughout the vessel, Elesto watched the conflict play out on the screen. The Aquahelper fleet was closing on the planet, but moving at full speed the Borealis would easily position itself between the fleet and the planet before they got into weapons range. Tapping in a few more commands into his armrest console, Elesto cleared his throat.

Governor Sturm, this is Elesto. After much deliberation, I have decided we are within our rights to assist you and your people.
We are currently on a course that will put us between your planet and the incoming Aquahelper fleet, hopefully this will deter them from any rash action.
However, I will not engage the Aquahelpians nor the Daleks unless they violate the terms I set down or attack us.
If you have any other information or suggestions to give us, now would be the time. Elesto out.

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Shooting through the void, the OHC Borealis closed in on it's designated position. Hundreds of kilometers away from the planet itself, the Borealis would be able to keep the Aquahelper fleet well away from the planet, as well as prevent the risk of any weaponry from falling to the planet. Barely a minute after starting off the Borealis had stopped in it's designated position, the Aquahelper fleet closing in the distance. Sensor readings would warn of high energy readings and multiple high-intensity weapon emplacements across the hull, and anyone with half a brain would realize quickly that taking on the Borealis, even with multiple ships, would be a preferably avoidable endeavour.

Rail Guns charged and the Beam array active, Elesto observed the Aquahelper fleet on the screen carefully, running through his options. With a sigh, he turned to his Tactical Officer.

"Lieutenant, I suggest readying the Flak Cannons as well. Something tells me we'll need a high-intensity Flak Barrier soon."

Opening up a general channel, Elesto cleared his voice, and hoped that this would work.

To all vessels in the area, this is Captain Elesto of the OHC Borealis.
After much deliberation, I have placed my ship between any aggressive forces and the Angenterian world.
While we wish for no conflict, we will open fire on anyone that closes within 2.36 micro-parsecs of the Borealis or the Angenterian world.
This is our only term, however, if anyone opens fire upon us regardless of distance or intent, we will engage with full force.
Elesto out.

Closing the channel, Elesto bit his lip. Around him Guardsmen took up positions near air-locks and blast-doors, and all across the ship Marine forces and Security Officers prepared for a possible boarding operation. There was no way back now, the [b][u]Borealis[u][b] was involved in the conflict. The only question was who would open fire first.

The Daleks communications relays picked up on the transmissions from a man known as "Elesto", sent to the Angenteria forces:

"Governor Sturm, this is Elesto. After much deliberation, I have decided we are within our rights to assist you and your people.
We are currently on a course that will put us between your planet and the incoming Aquahelper fleet, hopefully this will deter them from any rash action.
However, I will not engage the Aquahelpians nor the Daleks unless they violate the terms I set down or attack us.
If you have any other information or suggestions to give us, now would be the time. Elesto out."

As the Daleks minds processed this new information a new message, now directed at "them" played out through the ship:

"Governor Sturm, this is Elesto. After much deliberation, I have decided we are within our rights to assist you and your people.
We are currently on a course that will put us between your planet and the incoming Aquahelper fleet, hopefully this will deter them from any rash action.
However, I will not engage the Aquahelpians nor the Daleks unless they violate the terms I set down or attack us.
If you have any other information or suggestions to give us, now would be the time. Elesto out."

Cosmonaught Drake flicked on his comm to talk to the Daleks,
"Re-process status, Supreme Dalek."
The Supreme Dalek whizzed through statistics and data before arriving at a conclusion, it broadcasted a message across space:

"THE AGGRESSIVE EXPANSIONIST FORCES OF THE AQUAHELPER EMPIRE WILL BE EXTERMINATED. THE DALEKS AND CISCILIAN VESSEL WILL NOT BREACH THE TERMS SET OUT BY THE OUTER HEAVEN FORCES. THE ANGENTERIAN FORCES WILL BE RECLASSIFIED AS NEUTRAL UNTILL THEY ARE VALIDATED AS NON-THREATENING. HENCEFORTH THE ANGENTERIANS WILL FALL UNDER THE DALEK POLICY OF DEFENSE AGAINST AGGRESSIVE ELEMENTS.

THE AQUAHELPER FORCES WILL BE EXTERMINATED."

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Cosmonaught Drake, satisfied with the result turned his attention back to the barrage of weaponry speeding towards the Aquahelper forces.

The crew aboard the cloaked Greywatch ship listened intently. "Interesting," said the captain, "So this is similar to the situation we went through only a few monthes ago." He stood up and thought for a moment, "Comms, send a message through SCN to Prime and tell them what we've found. Also send them a recording of what we've seen, both visual and audio. I wanna know what the council has to say about this." The comms officer nodded and began typing up a quick report. Then he took the files the captain had requested and attached them to the report and send it off. "Sir, its been sent, the Council should have a respons ein a few minutes." The captain nodded, "I love SCN, encrypted and undetectable, on top of it all being fast."

Otherium II
PDF Tactical Command

Within the command center, the governor continued his observation over the unfolding space battle above.

"Governor, we are receiving a message from the alien ship. Playing it on speaker."


Governor Sturm, this is Elesto. After much deliberation, I have decided we are within our rights to assist you and your people.
We are currently on a course that will put us between your planet and the incoming Aquahelper fleet, hopefully this will deter them from any rash action.
However, I will not engage the Aquahelpians nor the Daleks unless they violate the terms I set down or attack us.
If you have any other information or suggestions to give us, now would be the time. Elesto out.

"Excellent. Order Captain Lex to take up formation around the alien ship."

"We're also receiving a message from the Daleks."


"THE AGGRESSIVE EXPANSIONIST FORCES OF THE AQUAHELPER EMPIRE WILL BE EXTERMINATED. THE DALEKS AND CISCILIAN VESSEL WILL NOT BREACH THE TERMS SET OUT BY THE OUTER HEAVEN FORCES. THE ANGENTERIAN FORCES WILL BE RECLASSIFIED AS NEUTRAL UNTILL THEY ARE VALIDATED AS NON-THREATENING. HENCEFORTH THE ANGENTERIANS WILL FALL UNDER THE DALEK POLICY OF DEFENSE AGAINST AGGRESSIVE ELEMENTS.

THE AQUAHELPER FORCES WILL BE EXTERMINATED."

"Looks like the aliens are changing their minds about us." General Ophelius said.

"It's possible, who knows why aliens do what they do. Still, I don't trust them. Let them do what they're doing, but keep an eye on them."

"Yes, sir."

((I did the entire post..... and then pressed post.... but then my computer turned off its the reason for this relatively poor post (in comparison to my original) also 2.36 micro-parsecs= 4.04 light minutes or 72,820,357 km by my rough estimation))

[Bridge of the Aquahelper Flagship [I]Eternal]
The officers still continued on working though the chaos on A-deck. The AI notified the admiral of the ship as to the 4 light minute mark.

"All ships slow reverse to the five minute mark." All the ships acknowledged the order. The order was given because all current, engaged enemies were in front. There were only two ships now. The three ships of the enemy had knocked out destroyed three ships and left one unable to fight as it continued to pick up the escape pods of the destroyed ship.

Another status report showed up, It recommended the use of weapon A-32, the secret weapon on the Eternal. The admiral declined this and the fleet continued fighting. Instead the admiral said "All ships, override medium preferences, the use of a single shell is less effective then numerous missiles."
The enemy shielding apperantly more easily absorbed a single shell then hundreds of missiles. It was then decided by the admiral to switch back to area attack. The next salvo of shells were the long range missiles, the original solitary slugs moved toward the remaining two ships at great speed before breaking into hundreds of gigaton level missiles. resulting in a concentrated nuclear fire engulfing both of the ships in white hot heat.

the admiral then brought up the map of deck A. Several areas were red now. Several of the original ten patches had joined up and they were pushing toward the remaining patches and toward the turbolifts. While the turbolifts were all shut off, they were still the only way to and from each deck except the service tubes. The service tubes were sealed off with numerous lasers and were inaccessible, even to aquahelper soldiers until the foreign soldiers are killed.

[hallway]
The narrow hallways prevented the numerically superior aquahelper forces from using their numbers to the best advantage. The soldiers had created numerous barricades everywhere on the deck. They gradually increased in strength as soldiers built increasingly stronger barricades as the previous ones were slowly overtaken.

At one specific barricade.....

Captain Rogers shouted above the in of the battle when all of a sudden a shout of "Grenade!" rang out. Everyone ran away from the dangerous explosive. It exploded catching some soldiers in the explosion. Burning pieces of white hot incendiaries burned people, melting armor and digging into the skin. These people were quickly dragged back to the nearest medical post where soldiers cut out the burning pieces of metal before they entered into vital organs.

Quickly Captain Rogers quickly began shouting orders. The first was "retreat!" A soldier came up to him and said "The auto defense network is back online." The auto defense net had been knocked out due to a hit earlier in the battle. However, with the quick repair work done by nanobots the defense net was now back online. Drop down armored railguns dropped down from the ceiling shooting at the intruders from all sides. However, there were only a limited amount and it was just another step in a delaying action of attrition. The soldiers again stood against another barricade shooting toward the barricade that was just abandoned/ destroyed.

[Dalek flank, bridge of flank command ship, Carrier Vespian]

The vespian also had a holographic bridge, self contained like the flagship, though not as powerful or with an ability to escape from the ship in the event of imminent destruction. There rear admiral Hei sat on his chair staring into the local map in the center of the bridge. Suddenly countless orange dots streamed toward the small fleet.

“Engage counter measures!” yelled the admiral. The countermeasures soon went out, an equally countless number of counter missiles coupled with rail guns and laser cannons. The resulting lightshow was spectacular and only a few missiles made it though mostly absorbed by the armor of the ships. One ship did report, however, that a missile hit a small missile bank resulting in minor destruction of local armor with some casualties. The enemy pulse lasers hit the black bodies of the ships encased in carbon nanotubes. The carbon nanotubes quickly moved the heat imparted from the lasers away from the area and toward other areas of the ship, along with radiating heat away, and with the use of several advanced systems, added energy to the grid with a large number of thermocouples. The enemy plasma cannons, vaguely confined by a magnetic containment field was absorbed by the stronger magnetic field of the cold plasma that encapsulated the armor of the ship. The cold plasma added the incoming hot plasma to its own mass, quickly increasing the temperature of the plasma in the area. The computer compensated in increased the magnetic field in certain areas while compensating for the fire of rail guns. Soon, the plasma fired was absorbed all over the ship, casuing the ship to glow ever brighter before the magnetic field suddenly deactivated sending the plasma into space. The field soon reformed and a new layer of plasma formed. (like a shield…. That diffuses lasers, doesn’t do anything against projectiles but its neigh 100% effective on absorbing plasma) The only enemy weapons that did any major damage were the missiles, and with the number of missiles compared to the number of ships contained in the fleet, the entire mass of enemy missiles was mostly countered by the aquahelper fleet, whose active defenses were mainly devoted to missiles and projectile attacks. The enemy lasers only caused minor melting of the dense, armor that due to the molecular structure of carbon nanotubes, readily accepted the energy imparted from the laser and spread it over a larger area.

Planet

The slower bombers began to come up on the speculated source of transmissions. several were equipped for anti-bunker operations and climbed into the stratosphere. There they launched several missiles each. These missiles were nuclear hardened building penetrators (NDB weapons). The went down from the high altitude, boosted by a rocket and slambed into the ground before blowing up, transmitting its energy directly though the material that surrounded whatever bunker might have been there. The fighters continued their standard air superiority role while other bombers looked for further evidence of bunkers, except those which the civilians had retreated into (which I assume are separated). Unless a threat was in the city the fighters were to attempt to not damage the city.

((in general projectile weapons, and high power energy weapons are most effective against my ships…. Though for missiles you will need a large number…. Perhaps.. lower technology is sometimes a good thing because more focus is on armor and active defense rather than the more powerful, but all encompassing defense provided by a shield))

edit:
I think the above post is a little godmoddy but ill leave it as it is. my posts aren't all that good sorry

(Aquahelper: If you're aiming for my Tactical Command center, it's deep underground, below the governor's palace, which itself is encased within a shield-dome. We wouldn't place our most important command center in such a vulnerable location.)

Otherium II
PDF Tactical Command

"What was that?" The Governor asked, after a particularly loud noise could be heard from above ground.

"Governor, it appears that the enemy have begun their bombing campaign. We're getting reports from bases around the planet." An officer reported.

"It seems that they are only focusing on military and administrative targets, and are avoiding the city altogether. It seems that they are not going to harm the civilians." Another chimed in.

"Well, that's good to know, but that can also become a double sided blade."

"Sir?"

"Because the enemy is focusing on military targets, more of the enemy is concentrating around things that can possibly fight back, which can hurt us in a ground war."

"We have to stop those bombers from causing too much damage." General Ophelius replied. She got on a coms headset.

"This is General Ophelius to fighter command. Engage at will."

A hanger door opened deep within the forest, and three squadrons of fighters (45 fighters in all) streamed toward the capital city with orders to engage.

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Imperial Destroyer
Pax Imperialis

The Destroyer had just finished off the last disabled alien with it's main guns, blowing it apart with a continuous barrage.

"Enemy destroyed. Captain."

"We've been ordered to return to the planet, lay in the coor-ARGH!"

A sudden blast from the enemy shook the ship violently, slamming the captain's head into his command throne, then throwing him to the metal floor.

"Veronius!" Commander McGraff shouted, watching his Captain tumble to the floor.

The captain stood up, blood flowing down from a gash his forehead. He wiped it off his face.

"Damage Report!"

"Captain, void-shields down to 6%! That last one hit us hard!"

"Sir! The last cruiser was blown apart by the enemy barrage, we-we're the only ones left."

"Our void-shields won't survive another hit like that, sir." McGraff reported

"I know." There wasn't much more he could do. He silently thanked the lesser technology of the enemy. If it were a ship that was more advanced, it's guns would have make easy pickings of his ship.

"Sir?"

"Fire the rest of our missiles at the enemy flagship, then fire the engines toward the planet at full speed. We have to make it to the safety of the undamaged alien vessel."

"What about our guardsmen?"

"They knew the risks of what could happen when they signed up. However, I don't expect the missiles to cause harm to the them. We just have to get the ship out of their weapons range."

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, Fire!"

On the captain's command, a barrage of missiles flew out towards the enemy ship.

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Aquahelpian Flagship
Eternal


"Damnit! We get rid of one obstacle, and another pops up!"
Major Gerard and his men had taken cover behind the barricade he had just taken, pinned by the barrage from the automated guns. The nasty surprise the enemy had in store had cost him three of his men, and another was wounded in the leg, all from the attack from the automated guns.

The automated guns had ground his advance into a halt. While other squads, from what he gathered from com chatter, were making some progress, he was pinned down. He thought for a moment. Bullets whizzed through the air above him. Laser bolts, fired blindly due to the amount of enemy fire, weren't finding their targets as much as he wanted them to.

He could get another grenade out there if he wanted, but that wouldn't stop the railguns. He could focus his attention on the railguns, but that would mean giving the enemy soldiers a blind eye. He did what he could, and improvised.

"Ibim! Bure! Kastin! Focus your fire on the auto-guns!" He ordered, sliding another clip into his autopistol. "The rest of you, keep the enemy's head's down! GO!"

A volley of lasers flew down the corridor.

OOC: 2.36 micro parsecs is equal to 72.821990918 gigameters...equivalent to about half the distance between the Sun and the Earth. A bit larger than I was aiming for, but not ludicrous in this situation.

IC: Elesto allowed himself a grin as Dalek's transmission finished playing. He'd managed to deter them for sure, and by the looks of things the Aquahelper fleet was coming no closer to the Borealis. Smart moves by both species. Turning to the Tactical Officer, Elesto nodded.

"Lieutenant, keep us at Alert status for the moment, I'm not entirely convinced the situation is resolved. Give me a status report on the Angenterians and Aquahelpians."

Turning back to the viewscreen, Elesto watched as more weaponry was exchanged between the aliens. The Tactical Officer gritted his teeth.

"Bad news sir. It appears some Aquahelpian bombers made it down to the planet and have begun a bombing campaign. Our weapons would likely take out large portions of the planet as well as the bombers, and our Fighters aren't cleared in Angenterian airspace, nor have they asked for any help in regards to the bombers. The Pax Imperialis, the Angenterian Destroyer engaging the Aquahelpians, is the only vessel left, and is heavily damaged. By the look of things they're turning about and moving towards us, and the Aquahelpians are giving them all hell for it."

Elesto sighed, and paused to think for a second. Maybe it's time for some daring...

"Deploy two Squadrons of Viper Interceptors and one Squadron of Cobra Gunships. Have them jump over to the Pax Imperialis and form a protective escort barrier around the ship. That should protect the ship long enough to reach us, and if the Aquahelpians are stupid enough to hit one of our ships, then it's weapons free. I trust the Gunships are adequately armed against such a threat?"

The Tactical Officer smiled, on the same page.

"Yes sir, even a quick scan of the Gunships would indicate a multitude of high-powered ordinance. Coupled with that, the speed of the Gunships and the low-tech of the Aquahelpians, they'd be in for a lot of whoop ass sir."

Elesto nodded.

"Have the pilots briefed and open the hangar bay doors when ready. And Lieutenant, cut down on the non-authorsed language will you?"

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Barely a minute after the order was given, twenty four Fighters and twelve Gunships shot out of the Borealis. Leading the group in a Viper Interceptor Fighter was Lieutenant Commander Tetras, a distinguished Fighter pilot specially assigned to the Deep Unknown Space Reconnaissance Project. Glancing at his instruments, Tetras opened up a constant group-wide channel.

"Okay people, you know the drill. All our jump drives are linked. Once the calculations are finished, we jump to within about fifty clicks of the Pax Imperialis. From there we proceed using regular sublight engines, and form a protective escort bubble around the Pax. Now I know some of you are a bit pissed at the idea of our shields being off for the time being," Tetras waited for the chatter to die down, "But it's important. It shows that we're being non-hostile, and it's essentially a one shot kill, so we're free to engage. Any questions?"

Alpha ten decided to pop a question in.

"But what if I'm the one that gets shot out the sky?"

Tetras smirked, as the group wide jump drive calculations were completed.

"Well Dasynyas, it'll be a relief to us all. Jump drives are prepped and calculations are green. Initiate jump on my mark...MARK!"

A few seconds later fifty kilometers from the Pax Imperialis, thirty six Subspace Portals tore into realspace, spouting out the Vipers and Cobras. Sensors readings high levels of weaponry discharges, Tetras turned off the alert alarms and made sure he was strapped in tight.

"Alright people, move to full speed, standard formation, which means Gamma group (The Gunships) are behind us. Once we're within range, activate the autopilot, sit back and pray you don't get hit. Clear?" After a torrent of acknowledgements, Tetras sighed. Moving his Interceptor to full speed, he watched as the Pax Imperialis began to grow. Opening a secure frequency to the Pax, he cleared his throat.

Pax Imperialis, this is Lieutenant Commander Tetras of the 101st.
We have been deployed from the Borealis along with the 95th Gunship Squadron to escort you
back to safe territory.
We'd appreciate you not blowing us away by accident or on purpose.
Also, if you make any sudden speed adjustments, let us know at least
five seconds in advance. Our escort pattern is very rigid, and even a minor
change in speed could lead to us all diving into your hull. Tetras out.

Within seconds, the 101st and the 95th had formed a protective escort bubble around the Pax Imperialis. Each ship orbited the Pax in a random direction at such a speed to be hard to track, but at the same time to increase the likeliness of being hit by incoming ordinance. If the Aquahelpians were going to open fire on the Pax Imperialis, the chances of them hitting the Outer Heaven vessels were high, and with the ordnance the Gunships were packing, the Aquahelpians were unlikely to want to incur their wrath.

Cosmonaught Drake watched as the plasma weaponry was absorbed and rhendered useless. He was quite surprised that such a simple measure could have worked although now that he thought about it, it was perfectly possible. Without a doubt the Daleks would act accordingly.

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"WEAPONS HAVE IMPACTED WITH TARGET!"
"DESTRUCTION REPORT"
"MINIMUM!"
"EXPLAN!"
"MISSILES DESTROYED BY LASERS, LASERS CASUED ONLY MINOR DAMAGE, MAJORITY OF MISSILES INTERCEPTED"

The Supreme Dalek, had it been capable of emotion, would have been furious. Instead it issued new orders.

"INCREASE PULSE LASER FIRE ON THE DAMAGED SHIP"
"AFFIRMATIVE"
"SEND DALEK BOARDING FORCES, RELASE ANOTHER VOLLEY OF MISSILES AND TARGET THE CARRIER."
"ORDER CICSCILIAN SHIP TO FIRE ANOTHER 2 BURSTS OF PLASMA, BUT CONCENTRATE BOTH SHOTS ON 1 SINGLE VESSEL."
"EXPLANATION?"
"MAY CAUSE THE VESSELS EQUIPTMENT TO OVERHEAT RESULTING IN VULNERABILITY."
"I O-BEY!"

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The ships released another barrage of pulse-lasers, this time all focused on the ship relativly damaged by the last fire, they focused on the breached hole area.

The next volley of missiles, around a hundred, zoomed towards the enemies carrier. The Ciscilian ship fired another blast of plasma, the two shots steered towards one of the smaller ships, impacting one after another it was hoped to overload the enemies defense system.

From the Hanger bays boarding craft, defended by a swarm of fighters to protect tem from counter measures, hurtled towards the enemy vessels. The fighters blasted plasma bolts at the enemy as a distraction.

(The boarding craft use an ultra-heated cutting device to essentially drive its way through the exterior armour; think of a hot knife going through butter)

((OOC: I dont have any scanners for ship/ weapon power output, just for the spatial position of targets and weapons))
Bridge

Klaxons blared as the AI shouted out Code 32. code-32 was a rarely used code denoting a massive single targeted missile launch. Due to the nature of the fleet formation, Code-32 resulted in the AI taking control of the ship's positions. The flagship immediately did full reverse. It dropped behind the fleet. Everything on the ship also moved due to the lack of strength in inertial dampening. The fleet, also, in succeeding distances stopped. the created a sort of funnel. The one target of the enemy missiles was also the most protected. Each ship now had optimal firing lines for point defence to work on the missiles. Only lasers could be used firing to the side, but railguns could still fire forwards,

The Missiles came onward toward the flagship but the large amount of coordinated point defence fire from the other ships quickly reduced the countless missiles to a mere handful. These missiles hit the flagship resulting in large craters in the several meter thick armor of the flagship.

The bridge shook in its protective shell, but the ship was strong, the flagship of the fleet and it was designed to operate until the last piece was vaporised.

"Damage report" called out the admiral.

The screen brought up a map of the ship. A text message came up saying Sections B-23-31 are no longer responding on B and C deck. Bulkheads have been closed off. Analysis indicates that damage resulting from three hits on the same area, the first one weakened the armor allowing the second shot to enter the inner layer of armor, and the third missile broke though what remained of the second layer exploding inside the ship. Reports say structural integrity of the area is still good, however, the forward interior areas have been entirely destroyed. All other missiles have been contained on the first and second layer of armor, a majority being trapped between the two layers of armor. In in the destroyed area, several power conduits powering the B cannon have been destroyed, estimated reroute time is three minutes. Point defense is down to 73%. Current estimated repair time to total repair in dry-dock: one week (nanobots.... is mostly fixing armor...)

the admiral sighed it could have been much worse. No doubt the ship looked worse then it did from the outside, however, a majority of the weapons and systems remained intact.

The admiral now noted the enemy gunships. He ordered all the vessels in the fleet to stop using dumb weapons [shells, railguns, and lasers] due to the risk of hitting a neutral gunship. Instead he ordered a full return volley of missiles.

near one hundred missiles now streamed out from the fleet. The missiles were smart, with their own sensor system . They would avoid the unknown race's gunships and go on target minimizing the chance of a casus belli for this unknown race to enter the battle.

ground battle:
((no... it most likely wont get into your structures but I guess it is hoped that it destroyed communications facilities... basic logistical destruction and interdiction and the like))

The fighters now had targets to destroy. The fighters numbered approximately 150 (with 75 bombers.... its about 1.3 carrier loads.. 150 per carrier). They now began to use their superiour numbers against the enemy fighters. The enemy fighters, however, had an advantage, being more well suited to atmospheric combat. Still the aquahelper fighters fought on and used missiles and rail guns against these enemy fighters.

[now im in a rush because I have to go]

Dalek flank

Another ship exploded, that which was damaged. Around 1/3 of the crew got off the ship and now headed toward the recovery area. The same code, Code-32 was issued for the carrier, and once again the enemy missiles were destroyed, except for a few which were caught in the layers of the ship's armor. without any weapons to power, carriers had the strongest point defence of any ship, especially needed due to that same nature which disallows them any major weapons.

The same carrier launched numerous fighters and bombers which sought to intercept the enemy fighters which approached.

the enemy plasma shots came in (I assume on the carrier) and were again caught over in the plasma shield covering the aquahelper carrier. Several warnings were brought up before several portions of the plasma were vented into space, and new plasma made to bring down the temperature to a cooler, but still hot temperature, in order to deter the incoming enemy fighters and boarding craft. Also, with that intention seen. all the ships activated internal defense systems and deployed marines to all outer areas of the ships.

remaining ships: 14/20 (all carriers and battleships remain, 6 losses in cruisers and destroyers) 7/8 on dalek front 7/12 on main front

Drake gripped his chair in frustration, he knew that the Designation 526 was the smallest class vessel in the Ciscilian Armada but still... this was verging on the ridiculous... even as one of the Aquahelper ships exploded he instead focused on the carrier, now using their plasma as a shield against them... He opened a communications link to the Supreme Dalek.

"Whats happening!?" he yelled loosing his patience.
"THE ENEMY FLEET IS UTILISING A MAGNETIC FIELD TO CAPTURE OUR PLASMA." The Supreme Dalek responded.
"WHAT?!?!. Isn't our magnetic field supposed to be the one controlling the plasma?!?! NOT THEIRS!"
"SCANS REVEAL ENEMY VESSELS TO HAVE AN INPERFECT TECHNIQUE FOR CONTROLLING PLASMA. IT IS INEFFECTIVE AT REMOTE CONTROL BUT IS STRONG ENOUGH FOR THEIR PURPOSE TO OVERCOME OUR STRATEGY."
Drake calmed slightly, thinking about it; then he had an idea.
"Our magnetic field is not strong enough at this distance correct?"
"CORRECT"
"But what if the magnetic field was stronger?"
"THEN THERE WOULD BE SUFFICIENT POWER TO EXERT CONTROL OVER THE PLASMA AS IT PASSED THROUGH THEIR MAGNETIC INFLUENCE." Drake smiled, that's what he hoped he would say, he tapped away at his control console.
"Right, new strategy. The Designation 526 comes to point blanks range with... (he highlighted an outlying vessel on his display) this vessel here. We then channel plasma from both turrets into a single one and divert power from specific systems to boost our magnetic field significantly. The result will be a sustained beam of plasma, perhaps only lasting a few seconds but posibly powerful enough to punch it's ways through several decks, but with enough magnetic "ommph" pushing it to overcome their "shield"." He looked up at the Dalek, "What do you think?"
The Supreme Dalek processed the plan for a few seconds, then promptly spun round and began issuing new orders, Drake felt his ship vibrate as it sped up.

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The Ciscilian ship increased in speed has it moved to engage one of the ships on the "left" edge of the ememies formation; as it went it built up it's right turrets plasma content and maxed out it's magnetic output. Preparing to fire when it was at point blank range, it fired a barrage of pulse-lasers at the same vessel as it went along.

The fighters and boarding craft, noting the enemies new formation, split into two groups and swerved sharply away from the centre, instead intending to go round to the "outside" of the formation; one group went left, another went right.

As the Ciscilian vessel sped off the two Dalek Saucers paired up and suddenly hurtled towards the enemies cone formation, intending to pass through the centre and out of the other side. As if suddenly caught in a gravitational pull the two Saucers began to orbit each other even as they moved forward at immense speed. Controlled by two co-ordinating Daleks they were able to safely control missile and pulse-laser fire, sending intermitant burts of pulse-lasers at the enemy as well as groups of missiles; they aimed their fire at a single vessel within the formation.

(OOC: Maybe you'd like to know this Ciscilian ship is around 450 metres long. More or less tiny in comparison to the other Ciscilian ships. The Dalek ships are slightly smaller.)

Imperial Destroyer
Pax Imperialis

"Captain, incoming message from the friendly aliens."

The bridge was becoming more and more chaotic by the minute. Damage control teams made their way through, closing up any open areas, and fixing damaged and sparking consoles. Alarms and emergency lights flooded the deck.


Pax Imperialis, this is Lieutenant Commander Tetras of the 101st. We have been deployed from the Borealis along with the 95th Gunship Squadron to escort you
back to safe territory.
We'd appreciate you not blowing us away by accident or on purpose.
Also, if you make any sudden speed adjustments, let us know at least
five seconds in advance. Our escort pattern is very rigid, and even a minor
change in speed could lead to us all diving into your hull. Tetras out.

"Make the necessary adjustments. Conflict with one angry alien race is bad enough."

"Yes, sir."

"Sir! The aliens have launched another volley of missiles!"

"Status report?"

"Sir, our void-shields aren't going to stand up to another volley."

"We're detecting strange signals coming from the enemy missiles, Captain."

"Whatever they are, I don't want them hitting us! We've taken enough damage as is! Send a message to our new friends, tell them to destroy those missiles!"

A message was sent to the alien gunship commander:

Lieutenant Commander Tetras, this is Captain Lex. We're detecting a number of enemy missiles heading straight towards us. We can't take another volley of missiles. Please destroy them. Out.

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Somewhere in warp-space

(OOC: My reinforcement fleet consists of 15 ships. They're meant to be the reinforcements sent from Sector Command, if you've read my post of page two. Don't worry, they're not invincible.)

Fleet Admiral Hawkespur sat on his command throne in full uniform aboard his battleship, named Emperor's Light. His fleet, which he scraped together from the warships docked at Sector Command, consisted of two battleships, three destroyers (the same class as the Pax Imperialis,) one carrier, five frigates (heavier then the cruisers, but lighter then the destroyers,) and four medium cruisers.

"Admiral, we have arrived at the Otherium system."

"Very good. Send a message to Otherium II informing them of our arrival, and assume battle formation."

"Yes, sir."

Governor Sturm, this is Fleet Admiral Hawkespur. We have arrived to reinforce your defense. Please provide us with all relevant tactical data.

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Otherium II
PDF Tactical Command

A cheer erupted through the command center as the allied reinforcements came into comm-contact.

"Send them a reply." The governor remained rather calm and collected throughout the ordeal, and it was still showing.

Fleet Admiral Hawkespur, this is Governor Sturm. The enemy aggressors, known as the Aquahelpians, are advancing towards the planet. We have only one destroyer remaining, and have formed an alliance with an alien ship known as the OHC Borealis. A separate force, known as the Daleks, are also present, but have stated they will not attack us.

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Imperial Battleship
Emperor's Light

Fleet Admiral Hawkespur, this is Governor Sturm. The enemy aggressors, known as the Aquahelpians, are advancing towards the planet. We have only one destroyer remaining, and have formed an alliance with an alien ship known as the OHC Borealis. A separate force, known as the Daleks, are also present, but have stated they will not attack us.

"The tactical data has been logged into the cogitators." A console operator reported.

"Alright. All ships, advance!"

The Angenterian fleet advanced at full speed towards the fray.

The small Greywatch ship continued to watch the battle that was happening in front of them. A message alert went off on the bridge and the comms officer looked up, "Sir, message from the council. Apparently they want to put in two cruisars, assuming the situation calls for it." The captain rasied an eyebrow, "Only two? On who's side?" The comms officer shook his head, "They want us to determine that." The captain was suprised by this, never had the council given someone else that kind of responsibility. "Prepare an encrypted message to the planet... don't send it though, I don't want to do anything unless we really have to get involved."

((though my crews may be charged with imperialistic fervor, they are not stupid and know an impossible situation.... though that might not be the case with whoever decides to invade my heavily defended home system..... fortress aquahelper anyone attempting that is going to need a major fleet... or several of them depending on technology level.))

[Bridge of the eternal]
The admiral hit his hand on his chair. (surprisingly i do have artificial gravity). The new ships ensured defeat in this battle. The few enemy ships had already taken out a large number of the aquahelper forces. The only real tactical decision was to retreat to the safety of home. To stay here would be paramount to suicide. There was no way of knowing of how many races or how many more ships the enemy had. the only hope now was to hide from society until technology could be developed further.

"Officer, send out code-41" Code 41- was an order to regroup and escape on random vectors. All the ships began to initiate full reverse to converge on a singular point.

((Ill get to the dalek front later... but fyi, they they broken up and scattered towards the meeting point in full reverse))

As Tetras received the Pax's transmission, multiple alarms went off all at once, and the HUD displayed about one hundred missiles inbound. He cursed, and quickly opened up a group-wide channel.

"Okay people, we have missiles inbound! Readings indicate they're guided, and they're going to bypass us and hit the Pax. We can't let that happen. On my mark break into a standard defensive pattern between the Pax and the missiles, and prepare countermeasures."

Flipping a few switches, Tetras watched as various indicators went green. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed hold of the flight controls, and grunted.

"Mark! Break break break!"

All around the Pax, the 101st and 95th slowed to a halt and reformed behind the Pax. Shields activated and weapons ready, Tetras watched as the missiles began to close in.

"Alright people, our sensor packages aren't sophisticated enough to determine exactly how these missiles work, but we have contingencies. Gamma Squadron, load up your Flak Cannons with ionised particle packages and explosive shrapnel. Create a protective barrier between the Pax and the missiles. With any luck, this should confuse the sensor packages enough to stop the majority of the missiles, and the actual flak should take some of them down. Load up your missile tubes with Cluster Missiles, and prepare to launch them at the incoming missiles. Alpha and Beta, we're going to do a direct intercept. Be sure to set your Rail Guns and Laser Cannons to Point Defence, and prepare to use Interceptor missiles in case we let too many through. The missiles are designed for Fighter Intercepts, so hopefully they'll work just as well against the enemy ordinance. Any questions?"

A thick silence told him there wasn't.

"God speed then people. All craft, break off and carry out your orders. Alpha and Beta, form on me!"

Immediately, the Viper Interceptors shot away from the Pax towards the incoming missiles. There wasn't a lot of time left, but with any luck, most of the missiles would be taken out long before they got in range of the Pax. The Cobra Gunships meanwhile began firing their Flak Cannons like crazy, ionised particles and shrapnel quickly filling the space near the Pax. Surrounded on all sides, the Pax was quickly obscured by the ionised particle cloud, although this may render the Pax's own sensors useless.

Tetras gritted his teeth, and watched as the missiles closed into weapons range. Fingers closing on the firing studs, Tetras waited for the lock indicators to turn green.

"Almost there...almost there..."

Within a few seconds, the missiles were in range, everything turning green on his HUD.

"All ships, open fire!"

Immediately, high-speed shells and lasers flooded towards the incoming missiles. While the missiles were indeed smart, the Viper Interceptor's computers were smarter still, weapons tracking the evading missiles. Not knowing how many missiles were taken out, Tetras watched as some of them streaked past, and flipping his ship one eighty, he waited for the rest of the Interceptors to do so.

"All craft, launch missiles!"

At least sixty small missiles bellowed forth from the Cobra Gunships, quickly closing in on the enemy ordinance. From behind, the Viper Interceptors launched their own missiles. Tetras watched as the missiles shot at higher speeds towards the remaining missiles. It was likely that the Gunships would take out a few more, but Tetras was unsure as to how many the Vipers could take out. Engines blazing, the 105th began to move back to the Pax, tracking the missiles as they went. In the distance, the Gunship's own missiles tracked the incoming enemy missiles, and once in range exploded into many smaller cluster missiles, that quickly homed in on the enemy missiles.

The ionised particle field surrounding the Pax was quite thick by now, not even Tetras or his instruments could accurately pinpoint the Pax's status or position. Silently praying, Tetras watched as the missiles got closer to the Gunships and the particle field, and hoped that they'd shot out enough missiles to save the Pax.

OOC: Sorry for the crappy post, but I'm not well. I've avoided forcing losses on you Aquahelper, although I should hope that I've taken out enough missiles to see the Pax to safety. Please post the losses yourself in the next post and state what happens to the rest, but remember that the particle field has flak going off inside it, so likely you'll end up losing a few going through that, not to mention the particles clinging to the missile and screwing up it's sensor data.

With the Aquahelper forces suddenyl retreating rapidly the Daleks plan/test was suddenly rendered useless. The Dalek Saucers swerved off sharply from their original trajectory and proceeded to a meeting place to regroup. The boarding craft and fighters also turned round and returned to the meeting point.

The Designation 526, realising that it wouldn't have the chance to test it's theory on the enemy ships, swerved sharply away from the retreating vessels; releasing the built up plasma into he surrounding space. It to returned to the meeting point.

From there they would await patiently for the next step, they maintained a careful watch on the Aquahelper forces, plotting their every move.

(OOC: What happens to the boarding parties aboard your vessels Aqua? That should be interesting... Also don't bother about updating your post. The end result is the same; make your life easier!)

((battle is lost either way... my forces are going to be leaving the battle soon enough.... though I assume the forces on dalek's front wont be doing so well, and depending on the position of the renforcements i might have problems getting out... you know primary means for destroying missiles are usually counter missiles... only in FT do people have point defence lasers [though many, such as I still have rail guns too... and improvement on CWIS systems))

[with the missiles]
The missiles were quickly cut down by the reaction from the "neutral" forces. The counter measures that the enemy put up knocked out all but a few of the missiles, certainly not enough to destroy both the shielding and penetrate the armor of the ship. However, this was of no consequence to the Eternal and the remaining fleet. the enemy was too advanced and with the addition of so many new ships, a number certainly denoting that the planet was merely a small outpost of a larger empire, ment that any continued battle would be futile without further reinforcements, and with no way to contact home such a thing was impossible.

[Bridge of the Eternal]
"The ships are gathering up, Those from the main front have all made it to the desegnated point." Said an officer. "The fighters are now surrendering"

The guided missiles had ensured that the Outer Heaven forces lacked the Casus Belli needed to enter the battle, but their presense also ment that the forces of Aquahelper could no longer get any closer to the planet, nor could they recover the fighters which were sent down without looking threatening. To that end the fighters on the ground were ordered to destroy all equipment and surrender. It was the only possible alternative.

Now all that remained was to wait for the remainder of the fleet. The vectors were already randomized. None headed back home. The other ships already had their assigned coordinates and the waiting only increased the shame of the people in the fleet.

Delek Front ((I just refeshed the thread.... I assume your bording parties never got on since it wasn't in any of the above posts and they are left with the saucers regrouping... I assume you speak of the ones on my flagship))

All the ships remaining on the dalek front rapidly moved away from all the enemy ships. Any battle would have to be averted. The technology level and numbers of enemy diminished any and all hope for success. With disappointment and shame the forces on the ships turned around and headed toward the meeting point.

[Inside the Eternal]
The marines continued to fight. The enemy had roughly disabled all the auto-turrets around their areas. However, a large portion of the deck still remained under the control of the enemy, the entire path back to their boarding craft only protected by auto turrets, easily disabled by the enemy weapons.

The marines now stood behind barricades, these barricades took the most time to be built, they were made entirely of metal brought up by nanobots from the surrounding area and were impervious to most of the small arms carried by the soldiers. (the decks have a similar composition to armor... just covered with a white covering [think kamino if you have ever seen star wars...]) the barricade was heavily scarred by the continual fire of the two forces.

Another soldier screamed. "alright! this is enough, it is time we took back our ship. Squads 2-6 charge over the barricade and attempt to overwhelm the enemy. so so simultaneously on the whole perimeter. It is time we use our numbers" With a shout the soldiers screamed and rushed over the barricade towards their doom... or perhaps success... ahead of them though a torrent of fire. Soldiers began to fall, only to be picked up by the soldiers behind them only to be used as human shields. the soldiers rushed forwards (such inhumane treatment... but all's fair in war I guess)

((sorry about this horrid post.. .and the last one... im a little busy now

since I do want to get conquered... you could either find the navigation data in the ship wreckage or calculate from my trajectory entering the system.... the continuation of this battle depends on the position of the renforcing fleet. I assume its at the edge of the system so most likely I would jmp before it gets here but I could be wrong))

(This is all I have time for. Time for work.)

Aboard the Eternal

"They're coming right at us!"

"Hold the line, men!" The major shouted. "If we lose, we die!" Bullets coated the barricade they were using for cover. They returned fire accordingly. Luckily for them, they had both the advantage of technology, and a small space.

The major had no idea of the developing situation outside of the ship, all of his efforts focused on the battle in front of him, and the Pax Imperalis' out of range for a short-range comms-bead to reach.

But it was no use. The enemy was relentless. Another two men had already been killed.

"They're using they're own dead as shields!? What animals!"

"We have to pull back down the corridor, or we're going to get slaughtered!"

The major pointed to a soldier armed with an autocannon (fires a lot of shells really fast.) "You! We're pulling back! Cover fire!"

The soldier stood up, bullets whizzing all around him, and his autocannon let loose, spraying solid slug projectiles all over the corridor. Under this cover, the rest of the squad bolted back down the corridor, to a more defensible position.

The major turned, for a split second, and saw the soldier fall over, dead.

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Otherium II
PDF Tactical Command

"Governor, the enemy forces are in full retreat, and the enemy air units are surrendering!"

A loud cheer erupted through the control room.

"Direct the enemy air units to landing areas, and make sure they're secure. I intend to interrogate some of them, maybe learn more about what we're up against."

"Understood, sir."

"Also, tell Captain Lex to dock immediately for repairs. The Admiral can take care of the rest."

"Yes, sir."

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Imperial Battleship
Emperor's Light

Admiral Hawkespur and his fleet sped towards the planet at full speed, but it seems he would be too late to engage the enemy.

"Sir, the enemy fleet is in full retreat. Shall we pursue?"

"No." The admiral replied sternly. "We have no idea where they're retreating too, and we also need to confirm our position here, to make sure these jumpy aliens don't double-cross us."

"Yes, sir."

The admiral sat back in his command throne. "Send a message to all non-Aquahelpian ships in the area. We should plan our next move."

A message was sent as follows.

To all remaining ships in the area,
This is Fleet Admiral Hawkespur of the Holy Imperium of Angenteria. We thank everyone's assistance in our defense. These Aquahelpians have drawn us all into what might be a long and bloody war, unless we can put an immediate end to it. We would like to hold a meeting between all involved parties and discuss a possible retaliatory attack.

Cosmonaught Drake received the message from the Angenterians:

"To all remaining ships in the area,
This is Fleet Admiral Hawkespur of the Holy Imperium of Angenteria. We thank everyone's assistance in our defense. These Aquahelpians have drawn us all into what might be a long and bloody war, unless we can put an immediate end to it. We would like to hold a meeting between all involved parties and discuss a possible retaliatory attack."

He drummed his fingers on his command chair, then opened a link between him and the Supreme Daek which was managing the re-grouping and monitoring of the Aquahelpers.

"When is Grid Fleet 3 Sector 10 due to arrive?"
"A MATTER OF MINUTES"

Drake nodded, plenty of support then. Unlike most races who placed their best defensis at the heart of their territory the Ciscilians had instead done it in reverse, their outermost colonies will not only the most populated but the best defended; with their largest fleets protrolling th eborders it secured their safety.

"Very well" Drake decided, "i shall prepare a message to these people".
He broadcasted a message to the Angenterians:

"To the Agenterian forces.
Indded we have been drawn into a war, quite possibly a long and costly war, but hopefully it will be crushed beneath our might. We will participate in your talks but we shall wait untill my superiors have arrived; one of our fleets is due here soon, to late to finish this battle but soon enough to plan for the next.

Thank you,"

With a sigh Tetras watched as the last few missiles disappeared into the particle cloud. Eventually the sensors registered some hits on the Pax, but certainly not enough to do any critical damage. Opening up a group channel, Tetras cleared his throat.

"Good work team. Looks like the Aquahelpians are retreating. 95th, form up along the Pax, Flak Cannons armed only. 101st, looks like we're done here. Form up on my wing, we're heading back to the Borealis."

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Onboard the Borealis, Elesto shook his head as he watched footage of Tetras' missile intercept. Of course he was in violation of protocol and orders, but at the same time it was imperative to keep the Pax intact. With a sigh, he turned to the Tactical Officer.

"Lieutenant, prepare to rece-"

Suddenly, a beep sounded on Elesto's armrest console. Tapping in a few commands, Elesto listened as Hawkespur's voice filled the Bridge. Nodding, he turned back to the Tactical Officer again.

"I'll muster a response. In the meantime, prepare to receive the Pax and our ships. Be sure to track the Aquahelpian's exit vectors, and once they're out the system, put us back on Cautionary Status."

With an affirmative from the Tactical Officer, Elesto turned back to the viewscreen.

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The Emperor's Light quickly received a response from the Borealis. Elesto could be heard clearing his voice before speaking.

Admiral Hawkespur, this is Captain Elesto of the Borealis.
We have received your transmission, and are prepared to meet over the Aquahelpian threat.
We are currently waiting for the Pax Imperialis and it's escorts to reach us.
Once this has happened, we will rendezvous with you.
Borealis out.

It was now that they Greywatch ship decided to make itself known. It sent an open message pulse throughtout the immediate area around the planet:

<Well that was quite the battle I must say. So, anyone feel like bringing this cloaked ship up to speed on what this entire mess was about? Don't worry, we're not hostile. We don't exactly have a reason to be.>

The ship didn't drop cloak and began slowly moving around, it was still a good ways from the other ships around the planet. It was an interesting bunch, a whole swath of ships from different regions, a perfect chance for first contact, and possibly some new allies. The captain smiled as he sat on the bridge, "Let's see what their response is."

The aquahelper ships soon met up and retreated on various angles, each heading toward a different star, some even on a similar trajectory to home, but none lead home. Another failsafe.... however it might have been too little too late.

[On the flagship Eternal, A Deck]
Dead bodies littered the floor from where the larger caliber autocannon could tear though both the human shields and the soldier behind them. It was a slaughter. However, progress was quickly made (sounds like Korea with the Chinese and Americans....) Parts of the ship had been retaken, forcing the intruders back.

The slight lurch of the ship indicated that the ship once again entered subspace. A message rang out saying "Unknown intruders, lay down your arms and surrender. We have the man power to keep you on this deck for an infinite amount of time. We request that you surrender and put an end to the bloodshed as home is now going to be light years away."

The soldiers waited for the enemy reply.

((I need to finish the ship battle before I can go to my home world/ system))

Imperial Battleship
Emperor's Light

The admiral sat on his command throne with anticipation. Responses flooded in from the alien vessels.

To the Agenterian forces.
Indeed we have been drawn into a war, quite possibly a long and costly war, but hopefully it will be crushed beneath our might. We will participate in your talks but we shall wait untill my superiors have arrived; one of our fleets is due here soon, to late to finish this battle but soon enough to plan for the next.

Admiral Hawkespur, this is Captain Elesto of the Borealis.
We have received your transmission, and are prepared to meet over the Aquahelpian threat.
We are currently waiting for the Pax Imperialis and it's escorts to reach us.
Once this has happened, we will rendezvous with you.
Borealis out.

"Direct them to the planet surface. And lieutenant?"

"Sir?"

"Keep an eye on the Daleks movements. The Daleks, or so I'm told, arrived with intentions to destroy the planet, but have seemed to have changed heart. Inform me if they try anything suspicious."

"Yes, sir."

A message was returned to all ships.

Attention all ships.
Any party that intends to discuss future plans regarding the war is to send a delegation to the designated coordinates on the planet's surface ((OOC: It's the governor's palace.)).

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Otherium II
PDF Tactical Command

"Governor. The Admiral has directed foreign delegations to your palace above ground."

"I with he actually told me these things without us having to monitor their communications." There was a slight pause "I'll see to their arrival. General, you're in charge."

"Yes, governor." The governor left the room to prepare for the alien delegations. The general sank into her command chair.

"General!" A console operator interrupted her train of thought. "We're receiving a message."

"From where?"

"I don't know, but the type of signal shows that the sender is nearby."

"Play it."

Well that was quite the battle I must say. So, anyone feel like bringing this cloaked ship up to speed on what this entire mess was about? Don't worry, we're not hostile. We don't exactly have a reason to be.

"So...they've been there this whole time, and didn't do anything?" The general stated out loud, slightly irritated. Who knew why aliens did anything.

A reply was sent, on all channels and frequencies.

Unidentified ship, this is General Regina Ophelius. You are to decloak your ship immediately, and identify yourselves.[QUOTE]

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Aquahelpian Ship

[QUOTE]
Unknown intruders, lay down your arms and surrender. We have the man power to keep you on this deck for an infinite amount of time. We request that you surrender and put an end to the bloodshed as home is now going to be light years away.

The shots stopped flying as the Angenterian troops listened intently. As if confirming the enemy's message, the ship lurched as it moved into warp-space.

"Sir, we can't just give up." A trooper stated out loud. The men were beginning to despair, but their faith in their commander still held strong.

The major considered his options carefully. They could continue their futile attempt to take the enemy ship, probably ending with them getting killed. They could surrender, and place their lives in the hands of the enemy. Or...

"Sir, what are we going to do?"

The major was not about to let him and his men get captured. There was only one thing, or so he thought, that he could do.

"There's nothing we can do. It's over. However, we are not going to be captured." The men nodded. They knew what he was thinking, and not one of them raised an objection.

The major unsheathed his power sword, and ran out into the corridor.

"FOR EMPEROR AND IMPERIUM, CHARGE!!" He shouted, as he and his men charged down the corridor, into the waiting arms of death.

<No need to rush things. We came in as the battle was underway and are here more under a flag of peace then anything else. Don't believe us? Consider this, if we really wanted to pick a fight, don't you think it would've been more tactically sound to simply try a sneak attack? As you can see, we didn't resort to such measures as there was no reason to. Though, your demand seems very hostile, we do not wish this to come to any sort of armed conflict, however, we cannot un-cloak until we are guaranteed that we will not be fired upon.>

At the edge of the system space frothed and boiled in a silvery white light as multiple slip-space ruptures tore the surrounding space apart. From sub-space emerged the Grid Fleet 3 of Sector 10 entered the system.

310, as it was known, contained an assortment of vessels designed to defend the Ciscilian worlds. It was composed of 3 Assault Carriers, each 3 miles in length, 8 Destroyers, each 1 1/2 miles in length and 19 CCS Battle Cruisers just over 1 mile in length.

The ships drifted in system approaching the planet as Vice Admiral Palleon assessed the report composed by the expidition fleet. He was surprised.

The Dalek forces present in the expidition had, naturally, taken control of the situation. Flagging all vessels which were in combat as potentially dangerous forces and proceeding to engage; standard. What was not standard however was coming across an enemy which was able to deflect the plasma bursts fired by a Ciscilian vessels, a magnetic shield, it was sublime genius the Vice-Admiral thought to himself. The leading officer, Cosmonaught Drake, had proposed a strategy but been unable to implement it in time. Something else which was highly unorthodox was the appearence of an unknown vessel which proclaimed to defend the Angenterians. This of course had forced the Daleks to re-catagorize the entire battle, the Outer Heaven fleet had been classed as Defenders, the Angenterians went from Aggressors to Neutral and the Aquahelpers were labelled Agressors.

Then the battle had ended ubruptly with the Aquahelpers fleet, the Angenterians had called for a conferance and now a cloaked vessel from yet another unknown fleet had appeared. It was shaping up to be a strange day.

The Vice Admiral ordered the Dalek Saucers flanking the Designation 526 to return home, but ordered the tiny 526 to land in his Assault Cruisers hanger so he could meet with this Cosmonaught. He ordered his fleet to close with the Angenterian world and then prepared a message to them:

"To the Angenterians.

This is Vice-Admiral Palleon of the Grid Fleet 3 of Sector 10. I have read the report of the situation and i would firstly like to apologise for the misunderstanding of regarding your people as Aggressors, this experience will most definatly lead to a reshaping of our protocol systems... We are enroute to your world, and i would indeed wish to assertain the nature of our all factions in system. I hope that the Ciscilian Empire can make amends to your people by crushing those who invaded you, following correct protocol of course.

I await your response."

He then turned his attention to an incoming message:

"Well that was quite the battle I must say. So, anyone feel like bringing this cloaked ship up to speed on what this entire mess was about? Don't worry, we're not hostile. We don't exactly have a reason to be."

He contemplated it, multi-layered and ambiguous. Un-proffessional and aloof. He tapped his command chair, for some reason this ship did not quite seem to have the bearing of a standard directly controlled government vessel. Even if a species was generally possessing of a good upbeat personalityit was generally regarded as suicide to act like a complete happy go lucky idiot in front of a fleet of unknow vessels. He smiled, on the other hand he could be wrong. He sent a message in reply:

"This is Vice-Admiral Palleon of the Grid Fleet 3 of Sector 10.

In response to your query it would appear, according to my report, that the race known as Aquahelpers initited hostilities against the Angenterians. Shortly into the battle an expidition fleet of the Ciscilian Empire arrived in system. Following protocol they labelled both fleets aggressive and moved to destroy them both. Then the Outer Heaven forces arrived and defended the Angenterians from further Aquahelper attack. Due to this the Angenterians were relabelled Neutral and the Outer Heaven forces Defensive. The battle continued for some time untill aditional re-inforcements arrived, whereupon the Aquahelpers have proceeded to retreat.

That is my understanding of the situation. [He dropped his formal tone for a moment] If i may be so blunt am i correct in assuming that you are not directly affiliated or commanded by the government which represents your species?

This is Vice-Admiral Palleon, thank you."

Palleon recieved the Angenterians message and ordered his fleet to descend to a point outside of the planets capital. He monitored the continuing messages:

"No need to rush things. We came in as the battle was underway and are here more under a flag of peace then anything else. Don't believe us? Consider this, if we really wanted to pick a fight, don't you think it would've been more tactically sound to simply try a sneak attack? As you can see, we didn't resort to such measures as there was no reason to. Though, your demand seems very hostile, we do not wish this to come to any sort of armed conflict, however, we cannot un-cloak until we are guaranteed that we will not be fired upon."

His pale blue skin darkened, indicating an irritable air. This unknown race was... aloof to the point of insanity. Either they were very thick or very powerful... or quite possibly big headed about their power. Palleon grunted and awaited any more messages being broadcasted.

The voice on the other end changed its tone:

<Ah, I see, a multiple participant battle to defend one's homeworld. This is... to say the least, troubling... but not unheard of. Now then, you say that you decided to engage both fleets? That's quite a protocol, jumping into a situation before collecting sufficient data, at least by my standards. I do, despite your scepticisim, have direct affiliation with my government or at least its military. This is a scout and recon vessel mind you, and as being such there is, one, on reason for me to get involved as it's not my job and could result very easily in my destruction, and two, no reason for me to start giving out information about myself before first collecting some. My happy-go-lucky tone was meant to make the participants of the battle who remained feel relaxed as I am not trying to brood any hostility. Now then, you all seem to be rather nice people, for the moment I can count you all as being 'nuetral forces,' however, until given the order by my commanders, I am not allowed to drop my cloak. Now then, my superiors are as of right now, discussing what I should do next.>

Pelleon recievied the unidentified vessels message, it seemed to be dealing with issues raised by all of them. His already darker than normal complexion turned into a near violet blue colour and his eyes became birght red in response to his increased heartbeat. He was annoyed, he glanced at his ships Supreme Dalek nestled in a control station, he gestured towards the communications station,
"What do you think of this?" he asked incredulously, he often found the Daleks non-emotional attitude reassuring in a weird way.
"INCOMPETAENT" the Supreme Dalek rumbled, Pelleon laughed, calming down slightly. He regained his compsure and opened the communications channel,

"Greywatch vessel,

We understand your prediament and repect your decision to remain hidden. With regard to our protocol on the other hand. Our race has been shaped by many brushes with extinction at the hand of other races. And we have survived each one, we are quite confident about or abilities. Our protocols are intended to ensure that aggressors are restrained in this galaxy. If we [the comm cut out and the Daleks modulated voice rumbled through instead] DALEK AND CISCILIAN VESSELS ARE OF TECHNOLOGICAL SUPERIORITY TO ALL OTHER KNOWN RACES. A SINGLE DALEK COULD WIPE OUT ALL LIFE ON A PLANET. WE [the comm crackled once more] LOGIC!" Palleon bellowed, "Logic dictates that their CAN be technologically superior races! Excuse me Greywatch whilst i deal with this..." [the comm changed once more to accomodate both channels] "EXPLAIN". "It's a matter of logic for gravitys sake... good quantum physics must i spell it out?!? Here, i'm uploading a databank to your system. READ IT!" [the comm changes to it's original state]

I apologise for that, the Daleks are... whats the word, xenophobic. [ahem] Most patriotic things under teh sun but no less... i've lost all formality haven't i? Oh hyperbole it, oh well, what was i saying... dam it... Just ignore me please [laughter], i will probably meet a representative of yours on the planet i presume. Untill then good bye!"

Imperial Battleship
Emperor's Light

Fleet Admiral Hawkespur listened intently to the ongoing communications between the unidentified vessel, which was apparently cloaked, and the Daleks, who have finally identified themselves as part of the Ciscilian Empire, who has revealed it to be more of a misunderstanding of protocol by labeling the defense fleet as "aggressors." He chuckled. He was sure...

His fleet had finally reached the planet, and had taken up a defensive formation around the planet, making sure no other vessel could get through.

"Sir, the main Ciscilian force seems to be emerging from warp-space."

The viewscreen flashed to the entrypoint, as the Ciscilian ships could be seen emerging from the holes in the warp.

He had a message sent back to the Ciscilian Empire. They were doing something suspicious.

Vice-Admiral Palleon, this is Fleet Admiral Hawkespur. We understand that the hostile intentions of your fleet had been a misunderstanding of your engagement protocols. However, as a precaution, we cannot allow your ships to descend to the planetary capital, as your ships seem to be doing. Please take no offense, but we cannot allow any armed force that is not our own so close to our capital city. Your fleet is welcome, however, to remain in orbit of the planet.

He stared at the message for a moment before hitting the "send" button.

After that, he began composing another message, this time to the cloaked ship, who was responding to the name "Greywatch" as the Ciscilians had coined them. Who knows, maybe they had more dealings with them then they did. There was something strange about them. Either they were more powerful then any other ship there, or were just being arrogant. Either way, they had not made a good first impression.

Greywatch vessel, this is Fleet Admiral Hawkespur. What you have witnessed is a battle to protect one of our planets against an invasion force. You are welcome to send a delegation to the designated coordinates to discuss the situation, and discuss future actions.

OOC: ANyone wanna explain to me how you would know the name of my nation when:
1. I'm in cloak in an unmarked ship that wouldn't give you a clue
2. I haven't actually stated my name yet

IC:

The captain smiled, "Well, now they get all friendly." Put a message through to these other Xenophobes on en encrypted channel:

<No worries, we know the type. Perhaps future friendly relations are in order?>

Then a message was sent to the owners of the planet:

<We have recieved word that a diplomat is on the way. We've also recieved orders to decloak. Don't fire when you see us please.>

Like that there was a blue light as energy went across the hull. The ships internal and exerior lights came on and the cloak was dropped. A small black ship with a few yellow stripes painted on it came into view. The ship didn't move, however, it had been ordered not to until further assistance came.

(OOC: I was just going along with the other guys. My bad.)

OOC: np, I just wanted to know

((OOC: I think ill get a reply to that... ahm... charge.. but before that.. do you at all count NS pop.... I usually count it as million=billion and therefore billion=trillion. It allows even new 5 mil nations to have a significant population size allowing them to go to space... Im just wondering.... It also means that the interior of my system is heavily defended [most of it classified so you won't get it out of a group of pilots] since there are 1,000,000,000,000 or so people residing on mainly three planets and associated space colonies at the L points))

OOC: I make up my own pops in FT instead of relying on the NS pops, though that could possibly make my life easier. Of course, having multiple billion pops... think about it. Earth is being pretty f@cked up by 6 bil humans, 100 billion? Imagine the size of an empire like that, take into accoun the resources needed to maintain it.

(OOC: Aquahelper, I kinda intended for you to shoot up all my dudes in my wonderful little charge. As for your population question, I really don't count it in FT times, considering if my nation actually survives that long in the NSverse, it would get so large to actually count, you got billions of people spread out among a bunch of planets, you kinda don't wanna count that.)

OOC: I make up my own pops in FT instead of relying on the NS pops, though that could possibly make my life easier. Of course, having multiple billion pops... think about it. Earth is being pretty f@cked up by 6 bil humans, 100 billion? Imagine the size of an empire like that, take into accoun the resources needed to maintain it.

The earth and its system can theotertically handle up to 20 trillion people, corusaunt in SW galaxy has a city planet and more then several trillion, it is not unreasonable to assume that one system has several trillion people

OOC: Yes but you have to think about how much space you'd have to use, all the resources for one. Knowing people, there'd not be enough to go around, gas giants can't support life so that eliminates a good three planets from the mix. Asteroids would have to be mined to provide resources... all of this is finite, sure, it may work but quality of life would be poor and there's no telling how long it'd all last.

(OOC: Sorry Greywatch if a somehow mentioned your name. I tried to steer clear but i must have failed somewhat... Anyway, in continuing to this little debate. Yes Coruscant DID have several trillion inhabitants BUT it was supplied by thousands of vessels from a hundred different worlds EACH HOUR to keep it supplied.)

Vice-Admiral Palleon received the vessels response:

"No worries, we know the type. Perhaps future friendly relations are in order?"

He was glad that these aliens has not been to perturbed by his brief brawl with the present Supreme Dalek, his fleets scanners also picked up the vessel as it disengaged it's cloaking device. Palleon observed the ship as it dropped it's cloak; it was nothing like the devices the Ciscilians employed, although their cloaking devices were only good for immensly large constructs, they had yet to perfect the technology for a small scale version. Now aware of the ships location he sent a private narrow-beam transmission to the ship:

"We are glad you understand. Paronia and overly defensive behaviour can be perceived as aggression... as has evidently happened here. Friendly relations would indeed be a welcome factor. The Ciscilian Empire has embraced a few other species into our realm but we have neve placed our faith in that beyond our control. Of course, this battle has seemed to change the rules slightly. Friends of our Empire would be most welcome."

Palleon was then distracted by an attendant,
"Sir, the Designation 526 has landed in our hanger, orders?"
"Send this Cosmonaught, what's his name? Drake, to me."
"Yes sir."

He then turned his attention to a message from the Angenterian faction:

"Vice-Admiral Palleon, this is Fleet Admiral Hawkespur. We understand that the hostile intentions of your fleet had been a misunderstanding of your engagement protocols. However, as a precaution, we cannot allow your ships to descend to the planetary capital, as your ships seem to be doing. Please take no offense, but we cannot allow any armed force that is not our own so close to our capital city. Your fleet is welcome, however, to remain in orbit of the planet."

He drummed his fingers on his chair once more, he was becoming more aware of the habit. He pondered for a moment longer,
"Attendant?"
"Yes sir?"
"Prepare my dropship in the hanger and instruct the Cosmonaught to meet me their instead."
"Sir?"
"I'm going to try and earn back their trust, or at least make them not so twitchy"
"Yes sir!"
"Good." he motioned towards the Supreme Dalek, "Await here and monitor the situation. Follow protocol, understood?"
"CONFIRMED. SUPREME DALEK SHALL ASSUME CONTROL IN LEADER ABSENCE BARRING PROTOCOL." Palleon nodded,
"Good, and send down a regular Dalek to accompany me please, i will probably need another view-point and a representative on your side with me."

Palleon sent a message to the Angenterians:

"Your concern is understood and noted. I will order my fleet to orbit your planet whilst myself and a few delegations descend to the designated meeting point. Thank you for this oppertunity."

Palleon strode out of the command centre and utilised a small gravity lift to descend to the correct floor. It then took him 5 minutes of walking to reach the hanger. He greeted the Cosmonaught and Dalek representative with a brief nod and they climbed, or in the Daleks case glided, into the dropship.

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Minutes later the dropship left the assault carriers hanger and headed towards the planets designated meeting place. The Ciscilian fleet meanwhile proceeded to enter orbit with the planet.

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(OOC: The Ciscilian Dropship:

http://images.wikia.com/halo/images/thumb/f/f8/Spirit.JPG/300px-Spirit.JPG

Don't know why i wanted to put a picture on...)

ooc: I'm no joining the thread, but I'd like to say that Coruscant couldn't have supplied itself with resoues as a giant city planet. one star system could not care for a planet that size, especally gas planets. people need to eat, you know.

OOC: Understood and noted
IC:

A few minutes after the Greywatch ship recieved the message another ship dropped out of PSR some kilometers away. PSR was an interesting form of Greywatch travel, mainly because it sent out massive gravatational disturbances whenever a rift was opened. This time was no different and the small recon ship lurched and was pulled in the direction of the rift before engines came on line and kept it from moving to much. Out of the rift came a Greywatch diplomatic ship, one of the first ones Greywatch had bothered to construct. It was about a kilomater long and had no weapons, for this reason it was being escorted by a single Star Shadow cruisar, a three kilometer long ship that was actually the big brother of the typical greywatch recon ship. Star Shadows too possessed cloaking capabilities but in this case, the ship came without any cloak, displaying its sleek design.

<Greywatch Diplomatic transport and escort ship imbound on Greywatch recon ship's current position. Recon ship, prepare to attatch to SS Stalker.>

<Recon ship complying, AG locks are being warmed up as of now.>

The Two new ships came to a stop over the recon ship which promptly did a barrel roll and attatched itself to the bottom of the Star Shadow. The diplomatic ship was sure to stay near its body guard.

<We await landing orders. Until then we will wait here.>

The Supreme Dalek now in control of Palleons fleet registered the gravitational disturbances and kicked into actions,
"TRAIN DETECTION ARRAY ON SECTOR Z.Z.Z.P QUADRANT 3 SECTOR 12 CO-ORDINATES 34 BY 78"
An attendant followed the orders, the Daleks speech appearing in a box at the edge of her screen to allow her to keep up,
"Two ships have entered into normal space, emitting large gravitational forces."
The Dalek analysed the provided data, the smaller of the new vessel was smaller than any ship in this particular Ciscilian fleet, excluding the Designaiton 526, whilst the second vessel was larger than all Ciscilian vessels execept for the 3 Assault Carriers. Information churned through the Daleks enahnced mind.
"MAINTAIN OBSERVATIONS"
"Yes... si-confirmed." The Attendant caught herself, prefixes meant nothing to a Dalek.The Ciscilian fleet now orbiting the planet trained it's sensor arrays on the new comers, intrigued by the first show of power which could match and in many cases surpassed their own.

The captain aboard the Star Shadow looked at his holo-screen, "Interesting. So many different ships..." The tactical officer looked up, "Sir, should I begin scanning?" The captain nodded, "Yes please. Surface scans only, get basics, energy signatures and outputs, any visible weapons. If you can, get types of shielding, don't push it though, keep it small and non-threatening. Keep all our secondary weapons hidden, primary weapons on 5%, and keep shields at 45% for now. Let them know we're friendly." The SS Stalker began doing a small scan sweep, it could be detected very easily by anyone paying attention. The sweep went about five times before the ship updated its databanks with the new information. It promptly began exchanging files and information with the recon vessel. The new world was put into the archives under 'Nuetral Inhabited Systems' and the scans were put into 'Un-IDed Nuetral ships.'

The Ciscilian Fleet registered the probing scans of the newly emerged vessels. It wasn't particuarly intrusive, just indicating that they were not there to just watch the scenery. The Supreme Dalek followed protocal and focused the fleets own sensors at the new ships, making it obvious but non-invasive, the fleet was making it clear they knew what was going on.

((OOC: you are correct, a planet such as cor. has not the ablity to take care of itself, however, that is also because the rest of the system is relatively undeveloped, and in addition it already has the colonial infrastructure to take care of itself. However, If one was to say make large farms out of space colonies, terraform three planets, and have an established intrasystem infrastructure, then yes it is possible to have some 1,000,000,000,000 in an inner system [but I guess that's why Im trying to expand] the inner system is excessively developed and defended in my single system.. only offset by less technology... a good size system could support many trillions of people... expansion is technically unnecessary.... but then again the same could be said of europe and they expanded I am doing the same [oh.... wiki has something on this.... who trusts wiki I dont know but here is is anyway: click here (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Overpopulation#Extraterrestrial_population_projections)))

[Battle- A deck]
The enemy soldiers charge killed many, but in the end the sheer number of aquahelper soldiers won out in the end. The enemy's swords could cut though armor and body. However, with numbers also came volume of fire as as the enemy soldiers came to barricades they were cut down with ruthlessness as they left countless dead bodies in their wake.


[fluid time, two weeks later]
The fleet returned to the system engulfed in shame. The few enemy ships had taken out almost twice their number. The ships slowly moved back into the system. A report was sent back to command via laser and the admiral was expected back home to make a report.

Ad. Nar now sat in a shuttle. behind him was his flagship, undergoing repairs, a near complete refit of damages systems, and a reconstruction of A deck. He was being rushed to a meeting with the Emperor.

The admiral now looked forwards. in front of him was The Intrasystem Trans-light transportation system. it ran though numerous stations in a relatively continual path. Quickly the system indicated green, his ship had been given top priority and other ships were delayed as a result. The shuttle soon activated its engines and moved off into the system. The entire scene flashed blue and yellow as the ship moved into the network, colloquially known as a "jump-gate" system.

Soon the shuttle exited and came upon the homeworld. The entire thing was a city, an Ecumenopolis. it contained almost 300,000,000,000 at the last census, more then half the population of the entire system. It was a sight to behold. A little under half the world was ocean, leading to a limit in its poplation growth and subsequent expansion to space. However, the buildings on the planet were still expanding to the sky. Materials were constantly being brought in from geosynconous factories in space, large asteroids towed in from the belts. The entire planetary system was a mess in space, organized enough to seem chaotic.

The shuttle decneded through the skies directly to the imperial palace. The admiral went out soon as the shuttle landed and was taken directly to see the emperor.

[Imperial Chamber] ((why do I have to be so busy... its summer... I wont be here next week too....))
Here the admiral explained everything that happened in the battle. The emperor ordered the entire nation to full alert and a new wave of military expansion, one to quell this new threat, and to expand the borders of the empire. this included the miniturization of shield technology and the advancements of other protoypes... now all that remained was to see who would strike next, and certainly at this point it seemed as if the aquahelper forces would not be readied in time.

(OOC: It's cool, Aquahelper, I know how life can be. We can probably spend next week planning the INVASION (big capital letters intended) anyway.)

Imperial Battleship
Emperor's Light

"Sir, the Greywatch diplomatic ship has arrived."

The viewscreen changed to show the new arrival, emerging from warp-space.

"How pretty." The Admiral commented, folding his arms. Angenterian warships were not sleek in design (here's an example) (http://andygomez.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/emperor.jpg), but they weren't meant to be. They were designed to be linear hulks with lots of guns, that would inspire fear in their enemies.

"Sir, they are awaiting coordinates to land."

"Did we not just send them?" The Admiral asked, already irritated. Xeno negations was not his forte, and was his most dreaded subject in the Academy.

"I'll send them again, sir."

Greywatch vessel, please proceed to the designated coordinates on the planet's surface.

"Very well." The Admiral said, now rising from his command throne. "I'm heading down to the surface." He turned to the ship's captain, a woman named Lillian Mirandus.

"You're in charge here, captain."

"Yes, sir." She replied, saluting. "Have a safe trip."

A few minutes later, a shuttle departed for the planet's surface.

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Otherium II
Governor Sturm's Palace
Landing Pad Four

Governor Sturm stood by the landing pad, rubbing his hands. The weather was getting colder, now that the winter months were close. Otherium II was not one the legendary Angenterian city-planets, where the entire surface was covered by massive hives towering into the sky, and where some inhabitants would live their entire lives without seeing the sun. Otherium II was a milder planet, with both populated city-centers and a green countryside, dotted with agri-farms.

Beside the governor stood Imperial Confessor Manheim Puritus, head of the Angenterian state church on the planet. Religion plays a huge part in the Holy Imperium of Angenteria, centering around the first Emperor, whose soul was given divine power by the Gods.

The Confessor was flanked by two members of the Ministorum Templare, the military arm of the church, their white armor gleaming in the light. They were armed with laser rifles, which they carried at their side. Because of the immense power of religion, the Church has traditionally not gotten along well with other government organizations, often being seen as fanatical zealots by other officials.

They watched as the Admiral's shuttle touched down on the landing pad, boarding ramp extending to the surface.

Fleet Admiral Hawkespur, escorted by his honor guard of navy troopers sporting black body armor, stepped onto the planet's surface. For the first time, him and Governor Sturm met face-to-face.

"Admiral Hawkespur." The Governor extended a hand "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

The Admiral shook the governor's hand. He was a good man, Hawkespur judged, unlike most of the arrogant and inbred governors he's had the displeasure of meeting. "The honor is mi-"

"Admiral!" Confessor Puritus stepped forward. He did not offer his hand. "I have heard of your exploits. You are truly a servant of the Emperor!"

"The Emperor protects His subjects, Confessor." the Admiral replied, bowing appropriately. Unlike the governor, the Confessor as like most church officials he met. Arrogant, and religious to the point of fanaticism.

"He certainly does."

The Admiral turned his attention to back to the Governor. "The aliens are sending a delegation to participate in planning a counteroffensive."

"So I'm aware. A room has been prepared, and we are awaiting arrival of the delegates."

"Yes, about these 'negotiations.'" Confessor Puritus interrupted. "The church has requested my presence as their delegate. The cunning of these vile aliens should not be underestimated."

"Of...of course, Confessor." The Admiral replied. Already, the church was dabbling in affairs of the military, something that should be left to them. Having a religious zealot in their meeting room was not something they wanted.

"Shall we go, then?" The Governor replied, clearly irritated.

"Yes, let us proceed."

The diplomatic ship followed the SS Stalker into orbit before deploying a small but very fast shuttle down to the surface. The shuttle lit up as it came through the atmosphere and followed the co-ordinates given to a landing pad where it wasted no time in touching down. Out of the back came not a diplomat, not a typical one at least, but something else. It one a Greywatch Drone and it didn't take a genius to see it was an unnatural being. It wore all white, its body inside of white biomechanical power armor. It had no armor, no weapons, and no guards as it didn't need them. Its face would be the big giveaway as its hair, eyes, teeth, and lips were all solid black. It waiting quietly for any further instruction.

OOC: I'm sorry, but I was kinda rushing there, I revised my whole post here.

Otherium II
Governor's Palace

The Governor's com-bead buzzed, and his hand flew to his ear.

"Yes, General....yes...thank you."

"What was that?" The Admiral asked

"It seems our first guest has arrived."

"I'll greet him." The Admiral replied "Proceed to the meeting room."

later...

The Admiral strode out onto the landing pad, spotting the diplomat instantly. At first sight, the alien seemed unnerving, with facial features of all black. The Admiral straightened up, his honor guard tensing behind him. He approached the alien.

"Greetings." He began, forcing out his hand. He didn't know if they recognized handshakes, but he tried anyway. "I am Fleet Admiral Hawkespur, of the Holy Imperium of Angenteria."

The Drone turned with a smile, Drones weren't aware that their appearance, especially their dagger-like teeth, were unnerving to most. The Drone shook the hand, "I am Redemption's Cleaver," the Drone said in a deep voice, "I will be representing Greywatch." The Drone chuckled, "Please, do not be disturbed by my appearance, I wore white for this very occassion."

OOC: np

A few minutes after the Greywatch delegate had arrived, Elesto was prepared to go down to the Planet. He stood in the Hangar Bay dressed in his usual uniform, fully grey, with rank stripes on his shoulders. On his head rested a black Captain's cap, again displaying his rank with three stripes pointing towards the bottom middle (\|/). Behind him Lieutenant Commander Tetras walked to be alongside him, wearing a similar uniform minus the cap. On his shoulders his stripes were slightly different, there were only two with one bent towards the other (\|). Nodding to each other, they set off towards a small shuttlecraft very reminsicent to the Lambda-Class Shuttles the Empire had used once. Boarding the shuttle Tetras closed the boarding ramp as Elesto set foot on the shuttle. They both sat in the cockpit, activating instruments and flipping switches, preparing for take off.

"Lieutenant Commander, congratulations again. The Pax should be able to make it back to it's Fleet thanks to your actions."

Tetras nodded and smiled.

"Thank you sir, that means a lot to me. Ready to meet the delegates down on the surface?"

Elesto laughed and shook his head.

"No way, but it has to be done. Set your nanobots to reconstruct to a standard Terran on the way down, we want to look as least imposing as possible."

Tetras nodded, and placing his hand on a screen closed his eyes. Immediately the Shuttle began to take off, launching out of the Hangar Bay, wings opening. It steered towards the planet, and after a few minutes the Shuttle hit the atmosphere, glowing as the atmospheric friction resisted the shields protecting the shuttle. On board the shuttle Elesto's and Tetras' transformations were complete, the two now looking completely Terran (Human). The Shuttle set down at the designated co-ordinates, and once the boarding ramp set down both Tetras and Elesto walked off the shuttle and onto the Landing Pad. They stood together, waiting for someone to come and greet them.

The Ciscilian dropship descended calmly and gently through the atmosphere, using anti-gravity systems they were able to control their propulsion to the extent that it would not cause dangerous amounts of friction. A few minutes later the dropship gracefully descended upon the designated landing pad. A brief scan revealed that the Outer Heaven representatives and the Greywatch representative had arrived. The dropship came to a stop hal a meter above the ground, hovering, it dropped it's side panel and from withen it emerged Vice-Admiral Palleon and the Dalek unit he had brought with them.

The two mismatched beings stood side by side awaiting to be addressed.

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A Ciscilian:

http://img.anakinweb.com/saga/photos/1/1336_thrawn.jpg

A Dalek:

http://www.freewebs.com/dalek77/dalek.jpg

Greywatch

The Admiral returned the alien's smile.

My, what sharp teeth you have... He thought to himself. But he digressed. He looked again at the Greywatch representative.

"How appropriate." He commented. White certainly dulled the unnerving feeling he felt. Perhaps it was a show of good faith, or perhaps something more dubious...

"Allow me to escort you to the meeting location." He turned and proceeded into the Governor's Palace.



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Outer Heaven

Captain Veronious Lex, a white patch covering his forehead injury, walked briskly out onto the landing pad where the delegation from the OHC Borealis had arrived. After he had made sure the Pax Imperialis had began repairs, he had personally requested that he be the one to greet the Outer Heaven delegates, as a sign of good faith. To his left stood Commander McGraff. They both wore the dark uniforms and officer caps of the Imperial Navy, shoulder stripes signifying the difference in rank.

He instantly recognized the two figures standing at the landing pad opposite them. They looked just like them...

He approached the delegates.

"It is my honor to welcome the delegation of the OHC Borealis. I am Captain Veronius Lex of the Pax Imperalis. I would like to extend my thanks for saving my ship and crew from destruction."

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Ciscilian Empire

General Ophelius strode out onto the landing pad of where the Ciscilian delegate was expected to arrive. She had been ordered by Governor Sturm out of the Tactical Command Center, as they did not want a junior officer to greet the Ciscilian delegation. Flanking her was two troopers of the Otherium II PDF. She straightened her uniform, and fixed the officer's cap on her head. She spotted the two delegates, and briefly pondered over the odd pair they made.

"Welcome to Otherium II." She began. "I am General Regina Ophelius of the Planetary Defense Force." She stretched out her hand. She had no idea if they recognized handshakes, but what the hell.

"Certainly." Said the Drone as it followed. He looked around him, taking in everything. It was one of the first times Greywatch was using a Drone as a diplomatic representative. The Drone saw other ships touching down and their appearances were recorded.

Vice Admiral Palleon stared at the outstretched hand the female offered him. The Dalek roated it's headpiece and focused it's eyestalk on the gesture, then it rotated once more to stare at Palleon. Suddenly a sense of understanding descended upon Palleon and he akwardly seized the offered hand. He gripped her hand and then replied to her initial greeting.

"Thank you. I am Vice-Admiral Palleon, i must say you seem to have a wonderful world here, very very warm, very idyllic. At least in comparison to our home."

He looked sideways at the Dalek which had focused it's eyestalk on Regina Ophelius,

"This is... a Dalek." he paused for a moment as if searching for the right words when the Daleks computer generated voice screeched through the air,

"DALEKS HAVE NO NEED FOR NAMES! I AM A DALEK!"

"And that," Palleon said smiling slightly, "is probably the best explanation you will ever get."

He directed his attention at his continued grip on her hand, he released it akwardly, the Dalek spun it's headpiece to survey the other diplomats, swinging it's middle body segment round it focused the plunger like device on the Outer Heaven and Greywatch delegates. Palleon straightened slightly,

"I'd like to apologise on behalf of the Ciscilian Empire for any... trouble, our protocols may have caused you." He turned and called into the dropship, "Drake!" A moment later Cosmonaught Drake had stepped out and stood besides Palleon.

Palleon turned his attention once more to Regina Ophelius,
"Hopefully we will un-cover in time the precise nature of this averted disaster. This is Cosmonaught Drake, the Commander, if you like, of the Designation 526."

Otherium II
Governor Sturm's Palace

The Governor's Palace was a massive structure that loomed over the capital city. On many Imperial planets, it was the largest structure. Compared to the actual size of the building, the governor would only inhabit a small section, as most of the space would be taken up by administrative offices, law enforcement headquarters, and the command center for the local PDF. It was the center for all governmental interests on the planet.
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Greywatch

Admiral Hawkespur escorted the Greywatch delegate down a long corridor. It was built mostly in typical Gothic architecture, with looming arches and towering columns. Windows from the side allowed light to stream in, illuminating the hallway ahead. Banners of the First Emperor and other holy figures streamed down from the high ceiling. A short ride on a lift led them two massive doors. Guards from the Ministorum Templare stood on either side, at full attention.

"We're here." The admiral finally said, breaking the silence at last. He opened the door.

The meeting room was more high-tech then the rest of the palace, usually reserved for meetings between military officials. A large black circular table sat in the middle of the room, surrounded with black leather chairs. A viewscreen displayed the image of the Imperial Flag. (http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p98/l33t-h4x0r/Imperial_eagle.jpg) Already there was Confessor Puritus, and Governor Sturm himself. The governor was waring his full military uniform, signifying rank, and displayed his ring of office on his finger. The confessor was dressed in his usual white robes. He looked terribly out of place.

"Welcome." Governor Sturm began, a smile on his face. "Please take a seat, and wait for the others to arrive. I am Governor Eisen Sturm, and this is Confessor Manheim Puritus." The Confessor said nothing, and fidgeted with his robe.

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Ciscilian Empire

"It's my pleasure to meet you all." General Ophelius said, smiling slightly. She was glad the alien actually shook her hand. For all she knew, displaying a hand like that could have been a gesture of offense. She was especially taken aback by the Dalek, which seemed to be a artificial lifeform, rather then an angry alien. But she repressed her feelings well.

"Hopefully, we can get past the misunderstanding between us, but I assume glassing planets is something most races wouldn't really take with open arms and little gifts." She said, smiling. "If you'd follow us, we'd be happy to escort you to the meeting room." The guards snapped to attention behind her. The Otherium II PDF was better the most PDF's in the Holy Imperium. More often then naught, PDF's are little more then poorly-trained conscripts with a rifle. Being a borderworld, Otherium II risked attack by aliens more then other Imperial Worlds, and whipped it's PDF into shape. It could give a real Imperial Guard unit a real run for it's money, which was more then other PDF's could ever hope to achieve.

The Drone nodded, "I am Redemption's Cleaver," said the Drone in a deep voice. It took a seat, "Greywatch is quite interested in establishing relations with your world. And perhaps lending a hand in your future battle..." The Drone gave a small smile, once more showing off its teeth. "But I will talk more of that when the time is right."

Palleon nodded, "Yes i do hope you can forgive us. Of course, most species wouldn't live to complain about us glassing them." he paused momentarily, "for that matter none have. Nonetheless many races have been incorporated into the Ciscilian Empire so that they may arise to their true potential! I doubt that your people would wish to be incorporated into our Empire, even if you knew the details, but still, i hope that peace and friendship will be attainable goals. We shall follow you to the meeting room."

The Dalek detected the guards snap to attention and spun immediatly back round to face them, it alternated it's eyestalk and weapon implement between them, snapping from one to the other. Palleon glanced at it,

"Don't worry," he said, intending to assure them, "it won't fire unless i give the order, and it won't even fire if you fire at it; or at me for that matter. Helps to eliminate any accidental wars." He smiled, "Sometimes our protocals get things right."

Following Ophelius he searched around for a friendlier tone of conversation, then he alighted upon one. He stuck out his hand as Ophelius had done, "what does THIS mean exactly?".

Ciscilian Empire

General Ophelius looked at the alien's stuck out hand for a moment, then let out a laugh. Apparently, they had a good sense of humor. Her guards, however, made no change in facial expression, startled by the Dalek's little display.

"It's a greeting." She said, regaining her composure. "Like this." She took his hand with her own, and enlightened the Ciscilian in the basic fundamentals of the handshake. "It's how you formally greet someone you've never met before. Like what we're doing right now." She let the alien's hand go. "However, we really must get going. Governor Sturm is probably getting impatient." The descending lift they were on, as if on cue, came to an abrupt halt. A short walk through the same Gothic hallway led them to the same set of doors, guarded by the same set of Ministorum Templare soldiers.

"After you." She opened the door, a smile on her face. She liked these aliens. They were witty.

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Greywatch & Ciscilian Empire

The Greywatch representative's toothy smile didn't seem to phase Governor Sturm, although the Confessor visibly raised an eyebrow. The Admiral didn't notice, and took his seat next to the Governor.

"You are perfectly welcome to establish friendly relations with us. However, right now we have more urgent matters to deal with then the establishment of an embas-."

"We are an Imperium that expands multiple systems!" The Confessor stated "Binded together by the divine light of our First Emperor." The zealousness of the Confessor was going to be a problem, but there wasn't anything that could be done. It was not healthy to go against the Church.

"Thank you, Confessor." The Governor stated dismissively, irritated at the holy man's outburst. This was the second time he had interrupted someone.

Suddenly, light flooded in from the outside as the door opened again, and a number of figures stood at the doorway.

"That would be our second guest." The governor stated, rising from his seat, and striding over to the doorway.

"Greetings. I am Governor Sturm, executive head of this planet." He, ironically stuck out his hand, not knowing what had just happened with the General and the Ciscilians.

"Thank you, General."

General Ophelius took her seat at the table.

Palleon looked down obviously at the Governor's outsretched hand, and burst out laughing. He seized it firmly and repeated the same fundamental actions Ophelius had shown him, still laughing slightly he apologised,

"Sorry about my outburst of humour" he said smiling broadly, "General Ophelius was enlightening me on the nature and meaning of this greeting." he released the Governor's hand, "delightful" he said to himself more than anyone else. He turned towards the Dalek,

"This is, a Dalek." He said simply. The Dalek turned it's eyestalk towards the Governor and focused upon his face, "don't expect any pleasentries out of it".

Palleon placed his hand on the Cosmonaught's forearm who stood beside him, "This is Cosmonaught Drake. The, ah, i believe your word for it is Captain yes?, of the Designation 526."

Drake inclined his head towards the Governor, "I apologise for any worries i may have caused you" he said simply.

"Drake unfortunatly was following protocol, and in this circumstance he did not have clearence to override the Daleks actions."

The Drone looked up at the people who had just entered but said nothing. It remained seated and expressionless. "Are there any other parties due to arrive? Or can we begin the discussions? I will wait until others have spoken as my forces were not involved in this fight."

OOC: Bah! my old nation is gone!! I had a powerful nation of 10 billion in it. Well looks like I will have to refresh with a new nation. I will also post at the bottom my ships and info.

IC:

Captain Rotas just finished his rounds in engineering when he was called to the bridge. He arrived five minutes later.

"What is the situation Lt.? he asked.

"Sir, we have just recieved a message from our recon drone(it is a small stealth drone) a system over from us."

"Well? Did they find any lifeforms or important info?"

"Yes sir. There was apparently a huge battle and just ended. Apparently there is a people not far from here, since our drone followed them. They were bent on destroying this local system our drone visited."

"So we know the origins of these people?"

"Yes, and our drone followed them. Whats our course sir?"

"Lt. set a course to that drone and have both admirals read up on the situation and follow us." Rotas commanded.

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As soon as the order was given, 100 warships turned their course and suddenly tore a hole into space and jumped into third space and moved out.
There was six heavy battleships, six light battleships, four mass destroyers, six heavy destroyers, thirty light destroyers, three super heavy battleships, fifteen heavy carriers, fifteen light carriers, 5 slipstream cruisers and 10 troop transports entered the third space hole.

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As they entered third space, Captain Rotas was chatting with the two other captains of the other two navies in the combat fleet.

"I am going to send a message to the home world of this sector." the captain said. The other two holoimages noded.

I, Captain John Rotas was one sector(system)away from your planet, I had a drone watch the battle as we approached the sector. I am sorry that these people attacked you. Since they are a threat to the region and to our home world Aummonia. We ask that you come soon to aid us in removing this threat. We will sit outside their sector now with our drone which followed their ships. So we ask for your assistance.

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Light years away:

The prototype Mach II Preditor has been following the lead aggressor ships for quite some time now until they return to their home world.


(ship info: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=472587)

The SS Stalker moved back quickly and its shields came up to 50%. On the bridge things became very active. "Captain, new contacts. A lot of them!" Said the comms officer. The captain grasped her seat, "Dammit, where did they come from?" Then the message played on the bridge and she regained her composure. "Keep Prime up to date about this. Prepare for cloak just in case..." The tactical officer nodded, "Of course."

((while I was hoping to be conquered I was also hoping that it didn't happen because someone sent in a high and mighty fleet to wipe out a fairly low tech nation... how I didn't discover a drone following after multiple jumps... how how the drone even followed giving the myriad of FTL techniques used in NS... I dont know (that being said technically no one sensor unit can technically monitor all the different spatial modifications, different planes of space, time warping, and other theoretical things that can't exist is also technically impossible) btw because I technically use NS pop x1,000 (million= billion) I am a larger nation then you.... but since people dont follow his reasonable usage of NS pop I guess i cant do anything about it

Now for evidence, I point to SW hyper drive, Halo slipstream, and Star Trek Subspace. All these are different, similarly the drive on my ships is different from all of these. to that end, technically no one sensor system from any one of these universes can detect ships from another universe or vice versa. Thus the chance that you have a probe that can see my FTL speed, match it exactly, come out on the same point, and then follow the ship again is highly unlikely. Small drone or not, to say that you can just follow my ships without any prior knowledge is what I take to be an outright God-mod (which I guess in the end doesn't matter anyway as I have said that my position could be found by my initial entry vector)

also after looking over your ships... not even SW ships don't have that much and their ships are somewhat over the top... though SW are the basic around here... I would request that you not have some 10,000 missiles.... today's carrier battle groups can only fire around 1,000 before reloading at a port.... you would need to cover your entire ship in missile pods which equals boom at the first hit 5,000 plasma cannons is also over the top even a 5 km ship would have trouble powering that many... [for evidence I point to the executor class star dreadnaught which according to the star wars wiki is 19km long and has 4,000 main guns.... I assume that means your ship is over 20km long and that is utterly unacceptable for one nation to have more then two or three.... now you have six of these in your fleet... unless you have a massive empire I doubt you would be able to support such a number

now your carriers I find to be worse, today's carriers are around 1/2 km long and carry 100 fighters, now for whatever reason this isn't a good ratio for FT and so I am lenient on this, especially if fighters are drone fighters. However, to fit a thousand in 1km though possible, also mean extremely small craft with an equally short flight time which means I find that the max possible in 1 km is around 300-500 fighters. In star wars 750 m is equal to = 150 manned fighters. There are also 500 droid fighters per 1 km. Your extravagant numbers imply you have exceedingly large ships. albeit, FT is more lenient then MT, even SW numbers, numbers unfesable realisticly, are small in comparison to yours.

sorry it just irks me when someone says "I know where you are even though you did scatter" and then says "I have ships with 5,000 main batteries" Please try to adhere to something remotely realistic... perhaps I came on too harshly... ah well.... sorry if I did))

(OOC: I am sorry but no god-modding here buddy. Sorry if NS screwed me over and erased my old nation that had many times more then your population and IS much more advanced then your nation. As far as you being followed, I left it open for you to discover it anytime, hence the sentence:

The prototype Mach II Preditor has been following the lead aggressor ships for quite some time now until they return to their home world.

I never said I was at your home system yet, just following your ships, if you see them or end up seeing them on your sensors, fine, we will RP that. But until you RP that, we will assume you have not seen them.

As far as the missile count and such, have you seen the size of some of the Star Wars Empire ships? And it is not like you already do not have defenses to knock out half of them...
God, I hate when people tell me how to run my nation and my technology. It is not like I built a super star and sent it right to your planet not even knowing where it is.

Gosh...trust me i am no where near god-modding. If you would like me to cut my fleet in half I will. As far as the number of fighter craft and missiles, I will reamp my fleet information, because I feel like I was screwed over a nation I worked hard for RPing and now it is gone. So I will be the nice guy and reamp my info.

So all, I will reduce the number of ships to 50 and reamp my info on ship stats.

(OOC: I don't really care how many ships are in your empire. YES you CAN have that many fleets and i'm not disagreeing with you, but the whole bloody point of an RPG is to have fun. And that FUN doesn not include you swimming in here with 100 massive ships which are going to sweep aside absoloutly everything. THIS will not be a fun RPG:

"The Aummonia ships unleashed several thousand energy bolts and several thousand missiles."

The Aquahelper planet turned into molten slag.

Game over."

Yeah right! COME ON NOW!!! This is supposed to be about fun not bloody "oh i'm bigger than you so i'm going to crush you). And Aquahelper specified that for this RPG he wanted to be conquered, but not to easily. You seem to violate that goal and point here, either respecify yourself to a fair level that's actually FUN or i'm going to wheel out the rest of my fleets along with the various super weapons which i WASN'T going to employ becuase it would make things BORING!

I'm not continuing posting untill this potential Joy killer is sorted out.

P.S. Your drone couldn't have been following him because you weren't here to se it on him.

:soap:

Sorry Guys. But i doubt if we can continue playing in an interesting manner if this happens.And it was just getting good...

Also Aquahelper. I sound harsh as hell but this just goes against everything, RPGing is about FUN!)

Addition after calming down: I know this sounds incredibly unfair mate but you've got to understand ew're trying to have fun here. And we can't do that if you are not prepared to take a measure of fair play. I was originally going to drag 50 ships in her but can you imagine it? What fun would that make the game? It wouldn't. This is about fun, and although you have the capability to produce fleets numbering in the hundreds does not mean to say that you have to bring them in. To RPG good we all have to step back and think about what we are doing, in the interest of fun. And i'm sorry to say that if you can't see that one fundamental simple principle in this RPG then i'm going to have to ignore you.)

(( OOC: as I say I am rping as a trillion person nation... then yes I most likely have the ability to fend off his ships.... just for the amount of firepower he has.. if he rps equally as extravagantly then I dont think I will unless I start ramming all my military and civilian ships into his fleet... you would need a several hundred ship fleet to conquer my system [unless you are Aummonia with 5,000 turrets per ship... stronger then a super star destroyer in a fraction of the size] and possible advantage that you would have relates solely to technology since I lack in military technology [but apparently excel more in civil technology due to the long period of peace] theoretically I could field some 16,000,000 small ships (all under 800m long) with 3% pop in military then.... however I also find that extravagant and for the reason of "previous lack of threat" and the inadequate time presented to prepare defenses I will then have to reduce this to a fraction of 3% the 3% is instead 0.1% or 1 billion people 400,000,000 will be in a space force while the rest colony and planetary defense. This force is dedicated mostly to anti-pirate activities and maintaining order therefore most of the ships are small, but numerous. Thus I say that I will have relatively few big ships, brought on only by the order of the emperor for new expansion... wait Ill have the ORBAT. The use of small ships means that even a single hit from one of the main weapons of the races here = imminent distruction. However that is slightly offset by extensive point defense systems, much more extensive then any other of the races here which depend more on passive shields. However, that is equally offset by larger projectiles, or a large number of missiles, or directed energy [but not plasma] weapons. Lasers, phasers, grasers, masers or other beam weapons not confined by a magnetic field are effective against my ships, especially higher energy ones (pulse laser? I think with the engagement times a single sustained beam is more effective) I will have around... well Ill post it in my next post.... comment on it then))

OOC: What I wanna know is the size of these ships. 5000 turrets, that's a lot, espescially if each and every one is for plasma. And 10K in missiles, these ships much be MASSIVE, not to mention they must use a butt-load of energy. I can only assume that not ever turret could fire at once without shorting the ship itself.

((basically my nation operates on "fully develop the home system before expanding to the stars"))

((in response to grey above as I have stated... not even the 19km (10 mi or so) star destroyers from star wars has that much firepower [I equate plasma to turbolaser since I think they work by the same principle) if such a thing is not fixed there is always the ignore option.... but no nation FT or not can sport masses of 19km ships.... Rping is about fun but large overly powered ships kill fun))

[1 km Underground, Imperial Command Bunker]

The command bunker was the center of all military operations. It was large, covering about 1 square km underground, all hollowed out and created by nanobots. The entire structure was actually several smaller structures combined into one large bunker by smaller passage ways. the entire facility was powered by geothermal energy, using the energy directly around the bunker at these depths to make anything electric work. the walls of the bunkers were made of a classified material, stronger than steel. It was inches thick. There were two layers. One was the outer wall of each bunker, a wall broken only by several expanding passages between each smaller bunker. The entire hollowed out area was also covered with this alloy, a way to ensure the stability of the walls. The bunkers all rested on large springs, able to withstand any earthquake. The passage ways to the surface were also covered in this material, and the entry ways into the bunkers were all flexible.

The bunker was like a large city, a city with a population of 6,000. It was spartan, to be expected of any military facility. It was the most protected facility on the planet. Other planets and moons had similar, but smaller command centers. This once center, however, had to be able to command the entire system and this was the center for all that. The center of the bunker was the largest of the smaller units. It was like a bridge, designed around a large holographic sphere, large enough to contain all the command systems for the entire system.

The emperor now stood in this command system. The entire solar system had more than 1,000,000,000,000 people in it. The defense system corresponded to the varying densities in population.

The system planetary order is as follows:



Sun
1. Ranu Population 10 million primary industry: antimatter production via energy gained from photovoltaic field (a fictional field projection that traps photons to gain energy) [no atmosphere]

Asteroid Belt, population Primary product: iron, nickel 400 billion in colonies scattered throughout the belt. (built in mined out asteroids, primary usage: heavy industry)

2. Paliu [terraformed] Population 5 billion one moon [no atmosphere] 1 billion primary product: agricultural products (production enhanced by the use of nanobots to artificially speed growth) 25 billion in colonies at Lagrangian points 4 and 5 for the moon and planet-sun system

3. Aquahelper population 11 billion, city-planet 1 moon, terraformed, population 3 billion, rest set aside as nature reserve 62 billion in colonies at Lagrangian points 4 and 5 for the moon and planet-sun system

4. raiu [terraformed] population 6 billion, primary product foodstuffs 2 moons [one terraformed] population 4 billion, 29 billion in colonies at Lagrangian points 4 and 5 for the moon and planet-sun system

asteroid belt, population Primary product: iron, nickel 381 billion in various colonies

5 Nella Gas Giant 16 moons of adequate size total population 4 billion primary product helium/ hydrogen

6. Rell Gas giant 9 moons of adiquate size total population 2 billion primary product helium/ hydrogen

7. Falg Gas giant 14 moons of adiquate size total population 1 billion primary product helium/ hydrogen

8. Trel Gas giant 8 moons of adiquate size total population 250 million primary product helium/ hydrogen

9. Naldo Gas giant 12 moons of adiquate size total population 100 million primary product helium/ hydrogen

outer belt: total population unknown, home of many pirates, secret military bases and otherwise secretive groups. a few minor colonies have been set up but distance is too great to be of any real use

[note: all Lagrangian point colonies are of the island 3 type, population around 20 million each, self supporting, primary product either technology or foodstuff, those in asteroid belts are either hollowed out asteroids, bubble colonies, or island three.]

There were several layers of defence, each increasing in strength. The primary reason for all these layers was the nature of three dimensional space. The defences were spheres, focusing on the ecliptic plane.

The outer defense was automated drones. These drones were small, lightly armored, and basically arsenal ships. They all were basically boxes of missiles, each delivering around 100 missiles. However, they were weak, easily taken out by point defense systems due to cheep construction and low armor. This was the primary defense system for areas 7, 8, and 9.

area 6 was the area of the first major jump-gate hub. Hubs were were all trade routed by default (though since the rings could be moved it didn't have to be the destination) to that end, this station doubled as a combat station, capable of fielding a prototype particle shield system in addition to point defense. The structure was a rectangle, 1km x .5km and had an equivilent power source from the countless number of fuel ships that moved though the hub. The station was a veteran of many small battles, scars on the station testified to that. To that end it is also one of the most protected stations in the outer system.

Two fleets were devoted to Area 6. Each fleet had 100 or so ships, 2 carriers, 4 battleships, 10 cruisers, 20 destroyers and the remainder frigates or smaller. This is the basic composition of all standard fleets in the system. Several small patrol groups lead by a destroyer also paroled the remainder of area 6, especially the asteroids at L 5 and 6 where many pirate bases were located.

Area 5 was the final defense line before the heavily populated Asteroid belt. While the gas giant itself had relatively few defenses, with the exception of orbital coil guns on the moons and a single fleet patrolling within the moon-planetary system The line of defence included a ring of battle stations, smaller then the one at area 6 and with less weaponry. these were spaced about 5 light second apart. There are 30 fleets here. The asteroid belt itself would be declared a free zone (once you break the line the asteroid belt will surrender) in the event that the defense line is breached in order to minimize casualties

Area 4 begins the defense of the inner system. This planet is protected by 50 large space elevators/ coil guns (and I got this idea from halo....) The colonies are protected by 5 fleets. The planet is also protected by a prototype coordinated multi-beam satellite system which uses numerous satellites to fire coordinated particle beams at one point overloading shields and destroying hulls while being hard to take out due to numbers of units.

Area 3 is the capital the most heavily defended area in the system. There are 10 fleets here, high in relation to population. And there are also several defense platforms. There is also a multi-beam satellite system (MBSS). The planet has 100 coil guns

Area 2 is the least important area in the inner system. However, it still has the MBSS and three fleets protecting it. the planet has 50 coil guns

Area 1 is the anti-matter production facility. anti-matter is stored in numerous pods in orbit of the planet. These double as mines. The planet is protected by 2 fleets. and 10 coil guns.

The sun also had minor defenses. These include drones, and a MBSS however, there are few defenses for if a race were to reach the sun Aquahelper would no longer be a nation

The system would withstand any concievable assault, now all that remained was to retaliate for the frustrating defeat of the fleet

((OOC: while this may seem like a lot, please keep in mind that 1, you have better ships then me so a smaller amount can take out a large amount of my ships 2. once you take the outer system full fleet strength is not sustainable for long (though still for several months) due to a lack of hydrogen for fusion [though larger ships use anti-matter] moral will play an issue, 3. if you manage to take the asteroid belt [between areas 4 and 5] cries for capitulation will begin to start. The nation, while war-like, has moral like any nation, and a sustained warfare of attrition will slowly wear down the fanaticism of my troops and citizens so though I may have large fleets, it is entirely possible to defeat me [so just dont call exceeding numbers god moddy for there is a plethora of techniques you can use to defeat me [for example if you are like the rebellion in star wars with fighters that can jump into a system and do hit and run tactics, you might kick out power satellites and so lower the moral of my people... just take the time to think of a conceivable strategy...))

[[[(OOC: I am sorry but no god-modding here buddy. Sorry if NS screwed me over and erased my old nation that had many times more then your population and IS much more advanced then your nation. As far as you being followed, I left it open for you to discover it anytime, hence the sentence:



I never said I was at your home system yet, just following your ships, if you see them or end up seeing them on your sensors, fine, we will RP that. But until you RP that, we will assume you have not seen them.

As far as the missile count and such, have you seen the size of some of the Star Wars Empire ships? And it is not like you already do not have defenses to knock out half of them...
God, I hate when people tell me how to run my nation and my technology. It is not like I built a super star and sent it right to your planet not even knowing where it is.

Gosh...trust me i am no where near god-modding. If you would like me to cut my fleet in half I will. As far as the number of fighter craft and missiles, I will reamp my fleet information, because I feel like I was screwed over a nation I worked hard for RPing and now it is gone. So I will be the nice guy and reamp my info.

So all, I will reduce the number of ships to 50 and reamp my info on ship stats.

you contradict yourself you also say "We will sit outside their sector now with our drone which followed their ships" that means that you did successfully follow, discovered or not. by cannon stats.... not even my entire fleet could knock out more then 10 or so star destroyers due to a lack of power... SW is massively overpowered [for example that 19km ship has the power of our sun... I dont have a dyson sphere to the best of my knowledge and so I dont have the power of one SSD. [to that end your heavy battleship (well you're changing it) has the power of one SSD therefore I automatically lose unless I start ramming ships into your large ship....

oh.. I guess that also means numbers really arn't an issue like the last battle due to the size of the system its mainly technology and weapons on each ship that matter]]]

(OOC: I don't know if i want to continue RPGing now. This arrogant fun killer has completely and utterly obliterated the tone and setting of the entire flaming RPG. For gods sake.. i don't know if i want to RPG with someone who puts his aim of winning over the actualy concept of fun.

EDIT: I want to know, is Aummonium being allowed to join or are we still arguing over the nature of his entrance. Personally i think the idea of him jumping in and saying "Oh look, a race, i think i will obliterate it even though i haven't met it! And whilst i'm at it i will ask some random nearby races to join me in my pointless venture. What a load of tosh.)

I say we keep going.

With him or without him?

( your choice [yours and Angenteria's at least])

(This sounds amazingly mean but i say no. For two reasons.

1. He seems arrogant, from the way he talked it seems as though he's had this near god modding stuff incident before.

2. We have a nicely balanced thing going on here. A good amount of ships and people to attack a heavily fortified system in a near movie like scene of carefully balanced carnage.

What do you think?)

(This sounds amazingly mean but i say no. For two reasons.

1. He seems arrogant, from the way he talked it seems as though he's had this near god modding stuff incident before.

2. We have a nicely balanced thing going on here. A good amount of ships and people to attack a heavily fortified system in a near movie like scene of carefully balanced carnage.

What do you think?)

While it does sound mean, I'd have to agree.

(Thank you. It sounds gorrible doesn't it? But i'm afriad it might damage this briliiant RPG.

Anyway, that's 2 against 1 if Greywolf were to say yes let him in. YAY democracy. I don't like doing this but oh well. If you can just edit your last RPG comments Angenteria and Greywolf. Or just delete them and cary on after them.

P.S. We're at the bit were you're governor met my vice-admiral.)

Otherium II
Governor Sturm's Palace.

The Governor was impressed at General Ophelius' quick lesson on the handshake. Her initiative was duly noted.

"All will be taken care of in due time, Cosmonaught. Since our forces did not actually exchange fire in the battle, perhaps we can forget this little misunderstanding." The Governor was speaking out of turn at this point. It was Admiral Hawkespur's decision when it came to the military now, but he was sure the Admiral thought the same thing.

"If you'd please take a seat." The Governor motioned to a chair.

"That would be very much welcomed" Drake replied,.

The three of them moved towards the table, Drake and Palleon exchanged a look and glanced at one of the chairs before arriving at the same conclusion. Together they moved the chair away from the table and shunted it against the wall, the Dalek glided into the provided space.

"Sorry about that" Palleon said smiling slightly to the Governor.

Palleon then sat to the Daleks left and Drake to it's right, they both took an inquistive look at the man dressed in white at the end of the table.

"Greetings" Palleon started, "I am Vice-Admiral Palleon, this is Cosmonaught Drake, and this is a Dalek. You are?" He smiled in a friendly manner at the man, his red eyes dimming slightly as he became calmer.

OOC: Okay...
1. I agree, though I kinda feel like an ass
2. Where the hell did 'Greywolf' come from? My name is right there on the other pages, it's Greywatch.
3. Are you refering to my Drone or the confessor? Both are dressed in white the last time I checked.

(OOC: I don't know if i want to continue RPGing now. This arrogant fun killer has completely and utterly obliterated the tone and setting of the entire flaming RPG. For gods sake.. i don't know if i want to RPG with someone who puts his aim of winning over the actualy concept of fun.

EDIT: I want to know, is Aummonium being allowed to join or are we still arguing over the nature of his entrance. Personally i think the idea of him jumping in and saying "Oh look, a race, i think i will obliterate it even though i haven't met it! And whilst i'm at it i will ask some random nearby races to join me in my pointless venture. What a load of tosh.)

I just said i am willing to make changes, do you guys even read my posts??????????????????
My god....did you not also see what my old nation was until NS screwed me over? I had a nation that was many times more population and I was told my ship states was just fine. Whatever, you barely know me Utopian Soviet Union, so i do not know how you can make that statement...and reason why i made such a big deal is NO ONE ELSE HAS MADE A BIG DEAL WITH MY SHIPS. But since I thought this thread was going quite well I thought I would join in, but didnt think I would be treated like trash.....

((OOC: I too have larger nations, however, most of the FT one got conquered in "oh I sent in three big capital ships which destroyed all your ships, covered your planet in nuclear winter due to loss of antimatter containment and by the way you are also my subjugated race. after three times Im really cautious now

Well he did indeed say that he would make changes, however I have also yet to see these changes and the size-power ratio of his ships (for that matter i dont even know the sizes of his old ships)

FT is mostly dead... perhaps because of people like me who strive for a little realism. [for that matter most of my nations have used high end PMT tech that is feasible instead of multi-km ships of death] There used to be the day when nations built entire dyson spheres... mega structures of mega structures in years... however no one attempts that or any real mega structure anymore.... [or so I think]

also I looked at the thread your provided... some three or four people commented. that's not enough to say "I got the go-ahead for my fleet" if anything to be on the safe side use RL ratios (the US navy has like total size of its navy x 0.0008 or something like that for number of ships carrier is something like 15:2 [meters:planes] for its carriers) those are grossly underpowered according to FT realism but they will prevent any and all god mods.... though you claim to be a multi bil nation, it is also evident that you do not do much RPing or these terms of realism would have already been addressed (or perhaps not that much RPing in the tactical sense)

I therefore put forth the motion, that if Aummonia wishes to join, we should see the sizes and power of his ships (though numbers are mostly irrelevant since I have several thousand military ships in my system and civilian ships could be commandeered and used as rams if all else fails.... unless he uses his current stats then one of his ships could take out every single one of my ships in under ten salvos) before judging whether or not he joins

however because everyone has technically already voted and the current vote stands at allowance:0 rejection:3 and observation:1 then technically the vote passed (im all in favour of democracy though this is my thread) and if no one is willing to reconsider (which is at least two people) then the thread will go on with an ignore on the actions of Aummonia))

OOC: No, I use 30-45Km ships called Worldslayers. I balance them very well though and never sent more than two or three due to fact they're an absolute bitch to maintain. (Yes, I take things like maintainace into account)

(OOC: Sorry Greywatch, i'm being a real pain in the backside aren't i? lol. Anyway, i'm referring to the confessor. I just got your name confused with what i read)

((OOC: I too have larger nations, however, most of the FT one got conquered in "oh I sent in three big capital ships which destroyed all your ships, covered your planet in nuclear winter due to loss of antimatter containment and by the way you are also my subjugated race. after three times Im really cautious now

Well he did indeed say that he would make changes, however I have also yet to see these changes and the size-power ratio of his ships (for that matter i dont even know the sizes of his old ships)

FT is mostly dead... perhaps because of people like me who strive for a little realism. [for that matter most of my nations have used high end PMT tech that is feasible instead of multi-km ships of death] There used to be the day when nations built entire dyson spheres... mega structures of mega structures in years... however no one attempts that or any real mega structure anymore.... [or so I think]

also I looked at the thread your provided... some three or four people commented. that's not enough to say "I got the go-ahead for my fleet" if anything to be on the safe side use RL ratios (the US navy has like total size of its navy x 0.0008 or something like that for number of ships carrier is something like 15:2 [meters:planes] for its carriers) those are grossly underpowered according to FT realism but they will prevent any and all god mods.... though you claim to be a multi bil nation, it is also evident that you do not do much RPing or these terms of realism would have already been addressed (or perhaps not that much RPing in the tactical sense)

I therefore put forth the motion, that if Aummonia wishes to join, we should see the sizes and power of his ships (though numbers are mostly irrelevant since I have several thousand military ships in my system and civilian ships could be commandeered and used as rams if all else fails.... unless he uses his current stats then one of his ships could take out every single one of my ships in under ten salvos) before judging whether or not he joins

however because everyone has technically already voted and the current vote stands at allowance:0 rejection:3 and observation:1 then technically the vote passed (im all in favour of democracy though this is my thread) and if no one is willing to reconsider (which is at least two people) then the thread will go on with an ignore on the actions of Aummonia))

Well I liked the set up of this story line and was shocked how i was approached this issue by being chewed out instead of be a nice bunch of posters and actually just point out my errors without adding insult to me like calling me arrogant and such. I in teh past never worried about size, i just assumed most of my ships were about the size of most star destroyer size. Forgive me if i play mostly earth history what-if RPs. Here is what i have modified down to size on arms and weapons, i took a look at some star wars websites(wiki) on their ship siz and weapons. Now I am still adding size so you can get a comparison. I truely think this is still a good story line but it was ruined when I was insulted(my intelligence)rudely by Utopian Soviet Union and a few others. I can let it slip by and would still want to join you, because you all look like you RP fairly to what i have read in this thread already.

Also in the past other RPing threads didnt worry so much about my size and number of planes, maybe because we didnt worry about realism, so sorry if i was put on the defensive.

Here is my revised ships for this nations tech(or i think is anyways), please tell me what you think. I also do not see any links of yours that shows sizing for your ships. Can i get a link to get a comparison?

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=560944

((OOC: I too have larger nations, however, most of the FT one got conquered in "oh I sent in three big capital ships which destroyed all your ships, covered your planet in nuclear winter due to loss of antimatter containment and by the way you are also my subjugated race. after three times Im really cautious now

Well he did indeed say that he would make changes, however I have also yet to see these changes and the size-power ratio of his ships (for that matter i dont even know the sizes of his old ships)

FT is mostly dead... perhaps because of people like me who strive for a little realism. [for that matter most of my nations have used high end PMT tech that is feasible instead of multi-km ships of death] There used to be the day when nations built entire dyson spheres... mega structures of mega structures in years... however no one attempts that or any real mega structure anymore.... [or so I think]

also I looked at the thread your provided... some three or four people commented. that's not enough to say "I got the go-ahead for my fleet" if anything to be on the safe side use RL ratios (the US navy has like total size of its navy x 0.0008 or something like that for number of ships carrier is something like 15:2 [meters:planes] for its carriers) those are grossly underpowered according to FT realism but they will prevent any and all god mods.... though you claim to be a multi bil nation, it is also evident that you do not do much RPing or these terms of realism would have already been addressed (or perhaps not that much RPing in the tactical sense)

I therefore put forth the motion, that if Aummonia wishes to join, we should see the sizes and power of his ships (though numbers are mostly irrelevant since I have several thousand military ships in my system and civilian ships could be commandeered and used as rams if all else fails.... unless he uses his current stats then one of his ships could take out every single one of my ships in under ten salvos) before judging whether or not he joins

however because everyone has technically already voted and the current vote stands at allowance:0 rejection:3 and observation:1 then technically the vote passed (im all in favour of democracy though this is my thread) and if no one is willing to reconsider (which is at least two people) then the thread will go on with an ignore on the actions of Aummonia))

Well I liked the set up of this story line and was shocked how i was approached this issue by being chewed out instead of be a nice bunch of posters and actually just point out my errors without adding insult to me like calling me arrogant and such. I in teh past never worried about size, i just assumed most of my ships were about the size of most star destroyer size. Forgive me if i play mostly earth history what-if RPs. Here is what i have modified down to size on arms and weapons, i took a look at some star wars websites(wiki) on their ship siz and weapons. Now I am still adding size so you can get a comparison. I truely think this is still a good story line but it was ruined when I was insulted(my intelligence)rudely by Utopian Soviet Union and a few others. I can let it slip by and would still want to join you, because you all look like you RP fairly to what i have read in this thread already.

Also in the past other RPing threads didnt worry so much about my size and number of planes, maybe because we didnt worry about realism, so sorry if i was put on the defensive.

Here is my revised ships for this nations tech(or i think is anyways), please tell me what you think. I also do not see any links of yours that shows sizing for your ships. Can i get a link to get a comparison?

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=560944

(OOC: I would like to apologise for insulting you. For i know i did so on purpose. My reaction to you was simply due to my complete and utter shock at how you brought yourself into it. My brain literally recoiled in dis-belief as i read through your breakdown of your fleet of 100 ships.

I have to admit here that i was actually disgusted with how you went about it.

I apologise for being degeneratedly insulting and uncivilised, it was unnessacery. But do you see it from our point of view? Your RPG set-up was enough to wipe my fleet off the board along with eveyone elses, you could have probably smashed your way through Aquahelper with relative ease as well.

I was concerned about the fun value of this whole RPG. Now i don't care if Aaquahelper detonates nukes around my fleet and nearly obliterates it becasue this is a RPG, but i will get touchy when people don't take into account how their actions affect the fun value.

My attitude was also further entrenched by this statement you made:

"God, I hate when people tell me how to run my nation and my technology."

I assumed from this that you had had a similar argument before, hence i deducted (jumped to the conclusion) that you were slightly arrogant; now i'm sorry if i mis-judged you but can you see how i infered that from this? Further more it links back to the fun value part. Yes you could support millions of ships but no one wants to Role Play with someone who is happy to send in all of them and wipe eveyone off the board.

With regard to the revised statistics of your ships, i have no problem with any of them except for the super heavy cruiser thing thats 19km long. I can't see how it would move in space or survive in orbit of a planet without being dragged down to the surface, but that's about it. From the things i use to refer to for my ships most of them are of a similar size, except for the assualt carrier which is lsightly more than 3000 meters i think.

Anyway, i apologise once more for acting like a complete and utter prick.

With regard to Aquahelper saying if he should be allowed to continue i am inclined ot say both yes and no.

Yes because this is a free world and anyone should be let in.
And No becasue i like how the RPG has arrived at a nicely balanced state and i'm concerned at how more people arriving will upset it all.

So i cast my vote as neutral.

Unless... Heres a thought, what if the RPG continues with the current people up to the point where we've NEARLY crushed Aquahelper in his home system; so lets say we are half way through his defences, Then Aummonium could come in and try to destroy all of us.

Remeber how you said Aquahelepr that you didn't want the ones who defeated you to be the ones who won? To make things interesting. How's that for an idea?

I once again apologise for being a prick.

OOC: Umm USU, it's quite possible to have ships that size. Again, I have ships 30-45Km in length, I mainly use them as colony/command ship but I still have them. You realize the larger it is the less chance it'll have of being pulled down right? Example: Earth's Moon
Also take into account, large ship: large engines. It's only turning that's a bitch.

It's about power is it not though? The moon is hurling round the earth fast enough to not be pulled down i believe, in fact the moon is moving away at around 1 mm a year.

I would just think that if such ships were to close with a planets atmosphere they'd be dragged down nose first.

UNLESS they used gravity related propulsion i suppose.

But yes i supose you are right, for deep space movement anyway, things may becoe complicated if you get close enough.

P.S. What do you think of my compromising suggestion?

OOC: Problem:
1. I want to keep my ships
2. You realize there's going to be a followup thread which will be one hell of a war
3. What the hell is with people jumping into situations and shooting anything that moves? That's a stupid thing to do, not to mention they'd either have to be warmongers or their military has no disciplin.
4. That's the most tactically unsound thing ever b/c unless it was instantanious (which would be BS) there are going to be reinforcments.

OOC: Reply

1. Run like hell then. You have cloaking abilities do you not?
2. There doesn't have to be. Provided Aaquahelper is obliterated completely it doens't matter if our forces were all wiped out or we ran for the hills. If some of us are up to it we could start the follow up thread. But there doesn't have to be.
3. Thats what my people did remeber. Except they had a reason for it. For that matter it's what Aquahelper did, he aslo had a reason for it. Aummonium could be on a glourious crusade or something. But in all fairness i do think it's "Silly" to just charge in shooting. I suppose that we have reached the point in the RPG where it's far-fetched for other races to join because the reason for it has passed.
5. Instantaneous? Aummonium could have been heading for that system for weeks if we do it my way. And through that he wouldn't be able to call re-inforcements, neither would we for that matter.

Cast your vote Greywatch. Yes or No. Although i suspect what it is.

OOC:
1. Not all of them
2. Prolly will be anyway
3. That's the ref I was making, at this point I believe the thread is closed to semi-closed
4. (or actually you simply skipped to 5) Instintanious mening: 'I appear, your ships are destroyed'

OOC: Sorry for making more errors, i'm shaking at the moment, low sugar level lol.

Anyway, i suppose you are right. The thread is technically closed... ah well. You've been at this longer than me Greywatch, i'll take your knowledge as my view. I say no then unless Aquahelper likes the sound of it. with some tweaking.

OOC: I really don't care all that much, I also try to remain neutral. However, I also try to make sure I have all the facts and, by habit, I play devil's advocate. Anywho, here's a fact: WE NEED AN OOC THREAD!

EDIT: It's up

Getting back to IC stuff...

Meeting Room

Greetings. I am Vice-Admiral Palleon, this is Cosmonaught Drake, and this is a Dalek. You are?


The Confessor suddenly looked up from the table, eyebrow raised. Was the alien talking to him? He looked at the figure seated across from him.

The Governor shot a look at the Confessor, almost expecting him to say something bad.

"I am Confessor Manheim Puritus, representing the interests of the Imperial Church, and therefore, his Holy Majesty Himself!" He faithfully replied, raising his hands in the air, as if he was going to be blessed from the heavens.

"You'll have to forgive him." The Governor said. "The Church is the organized state religion, it's members tend to be quite...."

"Quite what, Governor?" The Confessor cut in, tilting his head.

"Quite devoted to Imperial Affairs, much to our benefit." He replied, a sarcastic smile on his face. It was clear that members of the Church did not get along well with other branches of the Imperial Government.

The Drone raised an eyebrow, Well this is going to be interesting. I do hope that this zealot doesn't get too in the way of negociations.

(OOC: I would like to apologise for insulting you. For i know i did so on purpose. My reaction to you was simply due to my complete and utter shock at how you brought yourself into it. My brain literally recoiled in dis-belief as i read through your breakdown of your fleet of 100 ships.

I have to admit here that i was actually disgusted with how you went about it.

I apologise for being degeneratedly insulting and uncivilised, it was unnessacery. But do you see it from our point of view? Your RPG set-up was enough to wipe my fleet off the board along with eveyone elses, you could have probably smashed your way through Aquahelper with relative ease as well.

I was concerned about the fun value of this whole RPG. Now i don't care if Aaquahelper detonates nukes around my fleet and nearly obliterates it becasue this is a RPG, but i will get touchy when people don't take into account how their actions affect the fun value.

My attitude was also further entrenched by this statement you made:

"God, I hate when people tell me how to run my nation and my technology."

I assumed from this that you had had a similar argument before, hence i deducted (jumped to the conclusion) that you were slightly arrogant; now i'm sorry if i mis-judged you but can you see how i infered that from this? Further more it links back to the fun value part. Yes you could support millions of ships but no one wants to Role Play with someone who is happy to send in all of them and wipe eveyone off the board.

Sorry, maybe I went too far. And I accept your apology.

With regard to the revised statistics of your ships, i have no problem with any of them except for the super heavy cruiser thing thats 19km long. I can't see how it would move in space or survive in orbit of a planet without being dragged down to the surface, but that's about it. From the things i use to refer to for my ships most of them are of a similar size, except for the assualt carrier which is lsightly more than 3000 meters i think.

Well the 19km long ship is similar to the ship Aquahelper pointed out to me. But that can always be edited, i just figured that it is the largest(or going to be)ship i have in the fleet. But eh.

Anyway, i apologise once more for acting like a complete and utter prick.

With regard to Aquahelper saying if he should be allowed to continue i am inclined ot say both yes and no.

Yes because this is a free world and anyone should be let in.
And No becasue i like how the RPG has arrived at a nicely balanced state and i'm concerned at how more people arriving will upset it all.

So i cast my vote as neutral.

Unless... Heres a thought, what if the RPG continues with the current people up to the point where we've NEARLY crushed Aquahelper in his home system; so lets say we are half way through his defences, Then Aummonium could come in and try to destroy all of us.

Remeber how you said Aquahelepr that you didn't want the ones who defeated you to be the ones who won? To make things interesting. How's that for an idea?

I once again apologise for being a prick.

Actually that might not be a bad idea. I can come in as a third party seeing his world under attack and send in a modest(not huge one like i originally stated) or I can be already as alliance of his? But have token forces to help defend or be there already interacting but get dragged into it?

Palleon nodded, a slight frown on his face,

"Organized religion? Of what nature my i ask exactly Confessor? Care to enlighten me about it's nature?"

Palleon calmly waited for a reply, religion was something Ciscilians had always viewed with intrigue and scepticism.

(OOC: I holy you're ready for a history lesson)

At the notion of the Vice-Admiral's question, the Governor felt his stomach twist and turn.

Oh no... He thought to himself.

The Confessor's face suddenly brightened with the chance to enlighten the alien race with the Emperor's Divine Light.

"Our religion began thousands of years ago (OOC: For lack of thinking of an approximate year) with the death of our First Emperor, Talos Riektal. After successfully uniting the separate provinces of the old Dominion of His Majesty (OOC: A tribute to my first nation, which was deleted for inactivity) against it's insane dictator, he successfully established a republic, with delegates from each of the provinces. The Divine Powers took notice of his benevolence, and is it said that on his deathbed, he was visited by an angel of the Divines themselves and, in front of all those present, bestowed his soul with godly power. Since then, the Riektal line has ruled the Holy Imperium as it's Emperors and Empresses, with the High Lords as the modern incarnate of the republic established by Him. We in the Church have dedicated ourselves to the worship of Talos Riektal, who has blessed our people with thousands of years of prosperity. We enforce His Divine Will with our Holy Teachings, and the cleansing power of the Ministorum Templare."

The Drone lifted an eyebrow, Oh dear... New Heaven suddenly comes to mind. The Drone didn't say anything, but it took in all the information for later entry into the Greywatch archives.

Palleon listened, and once the Confessor had finished he thought about it for a moment, the Dalek remained impassive but Drake shared Palleons look of confusion.

Palleon chewed over it for a moment and then as his skin became a lighter shade of blue than normal decided to just say what he was thinking,

"Is that it? Is there no holy pursuit? No supremacy above all? No Salvation? No eternal promise of glory and bliss?"

Palleon thought about adding something else but decided to await the Confessors reply.

The Confessor brightened as he went into detail.

If he brightens any more, we can hang him up and use him as a light fixture. The Admiral thought, silently amused. He was surprised that the good confessor wasn't visibly offended by the alien's question. Or maybe he didn't hear him.

"All Imperial citizens dedicate their lives to the veneration of Him, the reward of which is a place as His side in the afterlife for all eternity. Those who are deemed not worthy by Him have their souls cast into Oblivion, where they are lost in the Great Void forever."

He let that sink in a moment before continuing.

"We take solace in knowing that the First Emperor himself watches over our actions, guiding us along His Divine Path to our Holy Destiny."

"I believe the good Vice-Admiral has been quite enlightened by our beliefs, Confessor." The Governor cut in. It would be best to stop him now, before he began to recite the Litany of Unbelief, which basically holds everything that's not Imperial as heretical and must be burned by His Divine Majesty, which would not be very good for relations right now.

Palleon took it in, now it was starting to sound more "familiar".

"This, Oblivion, whom exactly is cast into it? All non-believers? And what is this Divine Path? Is this Emperor all knowing? Is he the one and only god? Is he all powerful?"

Drake chimed in with the standard Ciscilian comment in such situations,

"Will this all knowing being crush those who stand against him and his faithful followers?"

Palleon nodded, paying close attention to the Confessor.

You idiots... Thought the Drone, Why? Why are you doing this? For what reason must you make him go further? There's a point where curiousity become insanity...

"These people have questions about our faith, Governor. We shouldn't just leave them unanswered." Confessor Puritus retorted, smiling cordially. This was getting most interesting for him.
He paused for a moment, thinking of the other questions.

"As I have stated before, our Emperor was empowered by the Divines themselves, which is proof that there are powers other then Him. These powers are long-standing , venerated since the days Talos Riektal Himself walked among His subjects. You can be assured of His power."

The Imperials present bowed their heads at the mention of the Holy Name.

"The Divine Path is the path that the Emperor has laid out for us to follow. As you may realize, His Will is extremely difficult to decipher, as with most of the Divines. We interpret His Will as best we can, and try to steer the Imperium in the Right direction."

"We dedicate our veneration to these powers as well, the most visible showing of which is the Great Pantheon on Angenteria Prime itself. However, we accept Talos Riektal as our main god, whose Holy Light has guided us for ages."

His voice went down, as he began to explain the darker aspects of the Angenterian Faith.

"As for your other question." He began "Oblivion is the realm of the Demon Gods, where there is nothing but damnation and mutation. Those cursed to live there are the property by the Demon Gods themselves, who twist and turn their souls into horrible abominations, and brainwashed into servitude. Those cults that spring up in this world are seduced by promises of power by such entities, and are nothing more then twisted murderers." He said with disgust.

They think they know what demons are? The Drone shook its head, "So, being blessed by 'the divine' must give him some special abilities or something... am I correct?" The Drone, or rather its creators, was interested now.

Palleon looked side ways at the Greywatch representative, his question was indeed intriguing. It seemed as though the previously silent Reresentative had been drawn in by curiosity at last.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhh" Palleon, let out the Ciscilian equvilant of an "ahhhh".

"So," Palleon continued, thouroughly intrigued by this cascade of information, "Me and my fellow people" he continued,"would we be sent to this Oblivion then?" for not believing in such a high entity?"

Whilst Palleon gazed at the Confessor in an almost enraptured like manner Drake turned subtly slightly in his seat to General Ophelius'. He raised his arm in the same manner in which Palleon had introduced the subject of the handshake and smiiled at her. He held this position for a moment before turning back; a slight grin tugging at his mouth.

The Confessor first turned to the Greywatch representative.

"By being blessed by the divines, he was given the powers equivalent to a God. However He chooses to use His power is for Him and only Him to know."

He turned his attention back to the Vice-Admiral

"Would you be sent to eternal damnation for not submitting to the Emperor's Holy Light? That is for the Emperor to judge."

Admiral Hawkespur felt his nerves calm. He was glad the Confessor wasn't stupid enough to send their potential allies to damnation in Oblivion.

Across the table, General Ophelius chuckled at the Cosmonaught's gesture, covering her smile with her mouth. These people, while very curious, weren't that bad.

"I only bothered to ask because I wondered if his powers were anything like my own." Said the Drone in a low voice. Gods... I believe not in gods or in divide being. Gods who pick favorites do not deserve their titles....

Palleon smiled,

"I like what you said Confessor. We have encountered numerous species who have claimed to know what their gods will is, and attmept to carry it out. Often it involved my kinds destruction, whilst proclaiming that their almighty creator would protect them from all."

Palleon drummed his fingers on the table in thought, "Where was their god when we glassed their planets i wonder..." Palleon trailed off and his eyes brightened significantly along with his skin.

Drake sat up and directed his attention to the Confessor,

"We are... shall i say, most often displeased and dissapointed by the concept of "religion" exhibited by many species. The Ciscilian people were always... athesist... is that the word? Up untill we encountered other races, they directed our attention to the possiblity of an "otherness""

"Shame they often did so with cannons" Palleon laughed, "In any case Confessor, i am delighted to hear that your kind seems to have an appropriate and logical view with regard to higher spirituality. It is a welcome relief from the continuous failed proclamations of sending our race to damnation. I may neve be able to fully appreciate it but who knows, perhaps our people will exchange ideas as well as frienly words."

"Glassing?" Said the Drone, "So you are a race that commits genocide?"

Governor Sturm sat down in relief. The Confessor had at least some shred of diplomatic sense, it seemed.

"I believe the word you're looking for is 'atheist'" General Ophelius replied, sitting up as well.

"The Emperor works in mysterious ways..." The Confessor trailed of, unaware that he just averted a potentially bad situation. "We cannot claim to know His Will."

He turned his attention to the Greywatch representative, who had just posed a question to the Ciscilians.

(OOC: I'll dealwith each party seperatly since we are going to get out of sync.

P.S. Greywatch you are a cunning git lol)

Palleon looked at the Greywatch representative inquisitvly,

"When our hand if forced... then yes... only when we have no other choice."

Palleon looked significantly sadened as his eyes and skin lightened,

"Three races we've been forced to wipe off from the timeline of history, all because they wouldn't stop..."

As Palleon trailed off Drake picked up, anodd tone in his voice,

"History class... " he started, "we learnt about the past things we've been forced to do... the Scagrolax, a religious race demanding the destruction of all "inferior beings" they fought us all the way into our own home system, but then we gained th eupper hand and drove them back to their home planet... then..." Drake broke off, Palleon picked up with a blank impassionate tone.

"Five diplomats we sent, for three weeks we tried to negotiated, each one they killed, all the while blasting at us with what they had left." Palleon flinched, "the holovid archives captured a moment when they launched a nuclear war head at us..." he shuddered and was silent for a moment.

"So yes," he said blankly, "we've done things we are not pleased with. But only when we have no other choice." He straightened up,

"It's up to you to judge us."

The Drone didn't even change its expression, "Genocide to prevent genocide is genocide all the same. Though, I'm glad to see that it was not a genocidal rampage of your part..." The Drone leaned back, "We've dealt with a race that demanded our destruction. We didn't have to wipe them from the face of the universe, we just had to show them they were outnumbered."

Greywatch:

"Thank you for understanding" Palleon replied, "Unfortunatly we were of a similar size, and they would not have stopped, not even when we glassed half a continent in a last ditch desperate attempt at persuading them. Their point was made clear, they would never stop for as long as we, or any race, was still in the present, as opposed to being stuck in the echos of history."

"Fear not, I'm not capable of judging you. If you about my own personal past, you'd understnad why."

Greywatch:

"Care to elaborate?" Palleon asked, "We may as well exchange history to pass the time. The Outer Heaven representative seems to be taking a while..."

"Being a Drone means that I am a multipurpose unit capable of many different things. I can be a diplomat or a killing engine based on the desires of my creators. As should be obvious, I am not a natural being. However, I am also not a machine, I am somewhere in the middle. My statement being that I cannon judge you... it is both because that is not really in my capacity and that over one thousand lives have been taken by my hands. Not because I had something against those lives but because they were on the enemy." The Drone spoke without emotion, there was no sense that anything was actually alive within the being. Its solid black eye didn't even give any indication of where it was looking. It had no expression, it just sat and spoke.

Greywatch:

"You are without emotion then?" Palleon asked, he gestured towards the Dalek, "I suppose you serve a function similar to the Daleks, "An independant species in their own right, but without emotion. It would be interesting to see what would happen if we connected you two up." Palleon smiled slightly, amused by the thought, he shook himself, "I mean no offense of course, it would simply be intriguing to see how you two would... get on?"

"We can develope emotion over time throught interaction with others. However, we can also, 'turn off' our emotions at any time to make ourselves more efficient. Though we are not a species, we are weapons in most cases. But like I said, we're also multipurpose. I am not sure how the Daleks would respond to me."

Greywatch:

Palleon nodded,

"The Daleks have no emotion," Palleon said drumming his fingers absently, "but that is mainly because they were not made with emotions, they cannot however develop them. Daleks are the height of logical thought, the pinnacle of Ciscilian acheivement... unfortunatly it leads to decisions undoubtably alien."

The Dalek spun it's headpiece round and focused it's eye upon the Drone,

"INFORMATION EXCHANGE?" it inquired, Palleon looked surprised and looked at the Greywatch Drone,

"If you say yes lock down your private files." Palleon sat back intrigued, the Dalek extended greeting and interface codes to Drone; pinging it with binary streams.

OOC: Drones aren't machines, they're slightly ethereal beings. I'm going to try and explain this in the OOC thread before going any further.

So that thing isn't a true representation of what that race actually looks like... Governor Sturm had been listening to the conversation between Greywatch and the Ciscilians. He knew there was something odd about the Greywatch rep.

"Now this is interesting." Sturm chimed in. It was certainly something to do while they waited.

The Drone smiled, "I'm afraid I do not possess the capacity to do something like that. I am in no way machine based, though I can give yoou something that may help." The Drone pulled out a small device, "This device it one that I am supposed to give out so that new races can learn about the six races of Greywatch. There is still plenty of space so you can transfer information to and from it with ease." The datapad possessed basic knowledge of Greywatch's four primary races and some information about its two subraces. It also had information about a few of Greywatch's ships, as well as information about Greywatch Prime, the capital planet of the Greywatch Empire. The Drone slid the device across the table, "Will that suffice?"

Palleon grinned, the Dalek readjusted itself.

"I thank you for that, it will be most handy". He picked it up and passed it to the Dalek, the Dalek "gripped" it with it's "plunger" and hummed to itself.

"Sorry for the misunderstanding. But this device... it is most interesting."

Palleon reached inside his uniform and pulled out a small curved oblong device,

"I believe this serves a similar purpose. I was going to use it to help us plan our future movements."

He placed it on the table and switched it on, the area above the device was suddenly filled with a representation of the solar system, including the various ships present in it. He gestured towards the Greywatch Drone,

"Alternativly i can use it to show you other things relating to the Ciscilian Empire." He looked around the people gathered there smiling, "any requests?"

"Well, for the sake of the Greywatch Archives, I would like to ask about your culture. And in return, I can show you something you will not find on that device I just gave you."

"I would be pleased to answer any questions you may have about our people."

"Well seeing that you choose not to believe in religion, do you believe that all religion is bad? And what do your people feel about war? I also wish to know how life could be described in your society. What does your government deem as important matters and how is your society run. How many planets and/or systems do you possess? How many different races exist in your society? These are just a few of the questions I have. I'm sure there will be more."
OOC: Be back in a few, gotta go walk the dog.

"Since this is an Angenterian planet, we would like to ask for a copy of that device as well." The Governor cut in. He had almost lost himself in the exchange of information. This is the part where he got to show off.

"As for us..." He continued, smiling.

He pressed a button on his part of the table, and the lights dimmed. The middle of the table opened, revealing a holo-projector, which slid out onto the tabletop.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a holographic image of the Galaxy. It zoomed in accordingly, until a number of star systems shown. Sturm pressed another button, and a number of those systems were highlighted.

"The Holy Imperium of Angenteria." He stated.

Palleon grinned,

"I will be happy to answer those, now where should i start..."

He frowned, organizing his thoughts,

"Well let's start with your first question, religion. It neve occoured to our people that there is soemthing beyond this life, the idea just neve occoured to us. When we met other races however the idea arose to use but we simply couldn't fully comprhend it. We do not feel what some races may describe as an emptiness with the universe and subsequently our lives. Although that could be considered to be a by product of our societies evolution. We do not think that all religion is bad, although it took us many generations to realise so, seeing as nearly every race held ideas which seemed unreasonably barbaric and illogical.

Our people in general feel war to be a normal occourance forced upon us by external forces. Especially seeing as we were never exposed to a war when we were still anchored to our home planet, the situation there never allowed it, it was a constant struggle to survive. Our first brush with real warfare was due to a blundering pirate like race which wandered the stars taking prisoners and such."

Palleon thought about how life could be described for his people,

"It is... different" he started, struggling slightly, "when we met other races we were suprised at how they endeavoured to find time to do... nothing. Our lives are a constant flurry of work, the government manages all areas of the economy, organzing work and so on, but the time which is not allocated for us to work we instead fill with our own desire to learn and create. As a race we are driven to be continually doing something.

As i said our government manages most thigns. It's main priority is ensuring that the people are cared for safely, be it housing and welfare or simply being happy. Again it stems from our home world times. Our society is deeply democratic, anyone can propose a law and if it finds popular approval it is circulated through our democratic systems for all to see. The government allows the people to decide on the polocies which govern their lives.

Perhaps it would help if i described my races beginnings? We come from a world which was once an ocean covered tropical wonder, numerous species evolved there, but according to our geologists a series of asteroids imapcted with the planet, the result caused significant enivronmental damage and vast amounts of dust and steam to be hurled up into the air, for hundreds of years the planet was covred in clouds, it's temperature lowered and eventually began to freeze over.

My race evolved intelligence from these pressures and developed a logical, analytical approach to the problems faced with it. We becamse very co-operative and hard working. Eventually we retreated underground to the planets warmer interior, it would be around 3000 years before we decided to set foot on it's surface once more, we built a large mobile city which essentially formed our stepping stone to the surface. From there we expanded into space.

Our home world is Ciscilia, a vast snow swept ice ball, it's deep frozen oceans are riddeled with the pasasgeways of our subterranian cities.

We have extended ourselves across 27 solar systems, each one heavily developed. We have not expanded further from our drawn borders, we have all the space we need, so why expand? But aside from these 27 Ciscilian planets there are the worlds of the races which have joined us.

There are the additional 8 worlds of the Klikiss, a hive minded insectoid race/ It was exceedingly war like but highly logical, thankfully we could reason with them and they saw the beenfits of a partnership. Then there is the Dalek home base, Skaro. The Vykkers, an... odd race to say the least, who inhabit a single world called Mudos. Those are the additional members of the Ciscilian Empire, so a total of... 37 worlds."

Palleon tapped the device he had laid out and it's hologram changed to the blue/white ice ball that was Ciscila,

"It's alot to take in, but i hope this information serves you will. Or you at least find it interesting. Any more questions?"

EDIT/ADD:

Suddenly the table burst into life as it displayed a picture of the galaxy. Palleon let out a sound of satisfaction,

"Most impressive." The image of Ciscilia merged with the hologram, Palleon reached out and switched it off, searching his mind he tried to spot the location of the Ciscilian Empire. But the hologram was to large and accurate for him to pin point anything. He turned to the Dalek and removed the data storage device from it's plunger,

"We have copied the data onto our system," he held it out for the Governor, "we've also added some data on the Ciscilian Empire onto it in a sperate file, "please take it".

The Drone smiled, taking in every word as quickly as they were spoken. The 49 other Drones in its pack were picking up on the information as well. It took only ten minutes for the Greywatch Archives to be updated with the new information. When the hologram appeared the Drone was feeling what could only be described as a form of glee. It took in every drop of information presented to in without question. "This is quite an... extravagent display," the Drone said quietly before pulling out another device. It slid the device to the Governor before focusing in on the hologram. Its mind was alive with activity, How much shall I show them. They seem trustworthy, but, should I show them the pride of Greywatch...?

"You can't plan a counteroffensive without a holo-room." Governor Sturm replied. He handed the device to the Admiral, which would be properly examined at a later date.

"I suppose so." Said the Drone quietly. "Speaking of which, what is our next course of action going to be exactly? Greywatch has actually dealt with problems such as this before... though, our situation wasn't as good as yours." The Drone looked away for a moment in thought.

Palleon looked at the Drone,

"What exactly was this situation? If you do not mind me asking. You seem to have more experience in such circumstances than i, or indeed my people have. This entire scenario is something we've never before encountered."

((OOC: they all did indeed lead to star systems, some even close to my own [as this planet is a little further then close or I would have used sleeper ships to make other colonies] however none lead home and so it might cause some confusion... so the initial entry would either cause more confusion or clear it up))

Palleon looked at the Drone,

"What exactly was this situation? If you do not mind me asking. You seem to have more experience in such circumstances than i, or indeed my people have. This entire scenario is something we've never before encountered."

The Drone looked at Palleon, "An unknown race came into one of our systems, a newly aquired one to be exact. The planet they came upon was being used for a new, and reletively young, colony. Only a few second after arriving, these aliens fired upon every ship they saw, most of which were civilian vessels.... Transports, supply ships, merchant ships and such. We lost over a thousand people in only few seconds. Needless to say, Greywatch abandoned diplomacy and sent in reinforcements, and by reinforcements I mean we sent a clear message we were not going to be screwed with. The initial fleet that started the attack on our peopl only possessed about 60 ships... within the first five minutes of Greywatch military arrival, that number became three." The Drone stopped and looked around the room, "I don't believe going any further is neccesary."

Palleon and Drake shared a glance whilst the Dalek focused it's attention once more on the Drone,

"Remind you of anyone?" Palleon said, his voice barely discernable.

Drake thought about it, "Us?"

"Correct." Palleon looked at the Drone thoughtfully, "How far does Greywatches influence extend? If you don't mind me asking that is."

(OOC: Outer Heaven contacted me. He said that in 24 hours (22 from this post, we would have an up date from him. So YAY he has returned.)

"The Greywatch Empire consists of three systems and six races. One race is artificial, one race chooses to stay out of Greywatch affairs completely, if they can at all help it." Said the Drone matter-of-factly. "I would ask how exactly you find similarities between our two peoples..."

Palleon shook his head and waved his hand slightly,

"Not between us. But between my kind and the unidentified race you encountered... excep we wouldn't fire upon neutral forces... Did you ever dicover what this races purpose was?"

"Interesting... You're saying that when you encounter a new race, that you immediately open fire on them? Without care, without warning? This is would be very troubling knowledge..." Said the Drone coldly. "Or is this relating back to what you told our scouting ships, that you attack anyone who is acting with any hostility? Whether it be to you or someone else."

Palleon raised an eyebrow, mildly irritated,

"We attack anyone which displays aggression. With regard to this particular situation with the Angenterians and Aquahelpers, if a Ciscilian had been in command then perhaps we would have only attacked the Aquahelpers, taking the oppertunity to discover what was going on. As it was a Dalek was in command, it followed protocol to the letter. And in the process uncovered a loop hole, thankfully the Outer Heavn forces provided the stimulus to cover that up."

Palleon sat up straighter, eyeing the Drone intently,

"What you have to remember is that the first 3 aliens which we encountered in our history fired upon us without warning, without care and often or not no reason to do so other than some ridiculous religious ideaology. How were we to know what constituted "right" in the this galaxy? Do you know? Does anyone?"

The Drone's expression did not change. "Calm youself, anger only blurs the vision. My point here is that it matters not what you past was... This may seem cruel but listen to my explanation. You say you attack anything displaying aggression, correct? What you are essentially saying is that you yourself will show aggression to anyone else displaying aggression, even if it's not directed at you. So, who, may I ask, made you God? Who gave you permission to stop all fights? Who told you that it is alright to get involved in the affairs of others? You say you hate aggression, yet you show it to others in hostile situations. You fire on both sides without knowing the situation and make yourseves the enemy of both sides. You give other people the right to destroy you in self defense. You rely too much on your 'protocol' and use it as a shield expecting that it will always be right. I am not claiming to be perfect, look at me, I myself was originally made to serve as a killing engine. But I know when something seems wrong. Defense has a limit, if something does not concern you yet you throw yourself into it... that is no longer defensive. You choose openly to destroy anyone who shows any sort of aggression, how many wars have you been in? It's not a good tactic to walk around thinking that you automatically have the right to end other people's fights simply because you had a rough past." The Drone looked straight at Palleon, the only indication it was even doing so was the angle of its head.

Palleon laughed, "Anger? No not at all. Irritation perhaps, but no not anger."

Palleon pondered the Drones words,

"Yes we responed to aggression, no matter who it is directed at, with aggression. But is that not a superior viewpoint? To be intolerant to intolerance? As opposed to standing by passivly watching others obliterate other species whom have no hostile intentions whatsoever.

Our protocol is a logical process. Seemingly insane orders add up with others to result in a complex yet completely logical answer, devoid of all emotion, but cultimating in the defense of the Ciscilian Empire. Our viewpoint, as you put it, is a culural attitude. To discard it as you suggest makes sense in a manner but it goes against an ingrained part of our species, it's a cognitive function of defensive paranioa. In the same way that certain species will use religion to fill the gaps in what they don't know for comfort.

We, to use your inaproppriate description, made ourselves god because if aggressive races run amock throughout the galaxy decimating all life who will they eventually turn on? Us. Our wars and seemingly insane protocols add up the fact that if no aggressive races exist as a threat then there will be no threat to our people."

Palleon shrugged,

"We all see the folly of it, in the same way many religious races see the flaws in their beliefs. But it's ingrained, it isn't something you can remove through cultural tutoring, it's something which has been built into the blu prints of the Ciscilian mind. Defense and paranoia to an unprecedented level. There have been several small attempts to have the protocals re-written but..." he trailed off for a moment,

"We just don't know how." He said simply, "Our best beuracrats have stared dumbfounded at the protocol's they are meant to write and it just seems insane to them when they go to try and do it. I've even looked at it, we can think about change but we can't activly go against it. If the protocols were re-written then we would cope fine i'd imagine. It's just that we... can't."

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"Yes we responed to aggression, no matter who it is directed at, with aggression. But is that not a superior viewpoint?"

"No, I'm afraid it is not. You wish to stop all aggresssion, with which you yourselves, will you eventually destroy yourselves for being aggressive towards others?"

"As opposed to standing by passivly watching others obliterate other species whom have no hostile intentions whatsoever."

"You have contradicted yourself, you said that you wish to stop x from destroying y. Your actions demostrated that if y was defending itself from x, an action that would require aggression, you would destroy both for demostarting aggression. Thus, you have gone against your self-given purpose."

"Our protocol is a logical process."

"Logic is one giant flaw. It ignores things that should not be ignored. It simply discards things that one doesn't deem important, if you cannot balance logic and emotion, you will find this universe is not for you."

"Seemingly insane orders add up with others to result in a complex yet completely logical answer, devoid of all emotion, but cultimating in the defense of the Ciscilian Empire."

"Defense only goes so far."

"Our viewpoint, as you put it, is a culural attitude. To discard it as you suggest makes sense in a manner but it goes against an ingrained part of our species, it's a cognitive function of defensive paranioa. In the same way that certain species will use religion to fill the gaps in what they don't know for comfort."

"I never suggested you discard it. And to an extent, this protocol controls you the same way religion controls other races. Religion and this 'protocol' can be very damaging, though I'm sure you've already realized that."

"We, to use your inaproppriate description, made ourselves god because if aggressive races run amock throughout the galaxy decimating all life who will they eventually turn on? Us. Our wars and seemingly insane protocols add up the fact that if no aggressive races exist as a threat then there will be no threat to our people."

The Drone chuckled, "I believe saying that you like to play god is very appropiate. You think hostile races will eventually turn on you? Yes, they will, but it will not be for the reaons you think. You do not have the power to see into the future, it is as you said. You are paranoid, paranoia only leads to destruction. You wish to eliminate all 'threats?' That will never happen, there's always a thead. What will you do, go on a crusade against an invisible enemy, launch pre-emptive strikes? Your actions make you the perverbial 'bad-guys,' your actions make others want to attack you. If Greywatch had been at war and you had attacked us, we would have given the enemy a chance to work with us to destroy the common threat. You, to an extent, look to make enemies, whether you are fully aware of it or not."

"We all see the folly of it, in the same way many religious races see the flaws in their beliefs. But it's ingrained, it isn't something you can remove through cultural tutoring, it's something which has been built into the blu prints of the Ciscilian mind. Defense and paranoia to an unprecedented level. There have been several small attempts to have the protocals re-written but..."

"Interesting, so it is your religion to an extent. Therefore, it is indeed flawed to some extent."

"We just don't know how." He said simply, "Our best beuracrats have stared dumbfounded at the protocol's they are meant to write and it just seems insane to them when they go to try and do it. I've even looked at it, we can think about change but we can't activly go against it. If the protocols were re-written then we would cope fine i'd imagine. It's just that we... can't."

"Realizing there is a problem is the first step towards solving it."

"No, I'm afraid it is not. You wish to stop all aggresssion, with which you yourselves, will you eventually destroy yourselves for being aggressive towards others?"

"No, for once all hostilities and threats are gone we will have no need to be hostile."

"You have contradicted yourself, you said that you wish to stop x from destroying y. Your actions demostrated that if y was defending itself from x, an action that would require aggression, you would destroy both for demostarting aggression. Thus, you have gone against your self-given purpose."

"Only because we did not know who was who. An error in protocol, a mistake which would have been averted if a Cisclian was in control."

"Logic is one giant flaw. It ignores things that should not be ignored. It simply discards things that one doesn't deem important, if you cannot balance logic and emotion, you will find this universe is not for you."

Palleon raised an eye brow at this,

"You claim to know who fits in with the universe? You assume who is fitting for it and who is not?"

Palleon relaxed slightly as his skin colour lightened,

"Or are you simply saying we don't "fit in" with the mojority of other races?"

"Defense only goes so far."

"Does it? Tell me, do your people maintain a police force or similar to ensure that potential murdereers do not appear and casue havoc? If that not defense for your people? Is it not the same principel we work on except smaller?"

"I never suggested you discard it. And to an extent, this protocol controls you the same way religion controls other races. Religion and this 'protocol' can be very damaging, though I'm sure you've already realized that."

"Indeed," Palleon smiled humourously for a moment, "we tried to get some of our member species to sort the protocol out for us. We handed it to the Klikiss and it turned into full out aggression. We handed it to the Vykkers and they couldn't see the point of it. And as for the various other species we have in... isolation, they would not care to look at it given our history."

"The Drone chuckled, "I believe saying that you like to play god is very appropiate. You think hostile races will eventually turn on you? Yes, they will, but it will not be for the reaons you think. You do not have the power to see into the future, it is as you said. You are paranoid, paranoia only leads to destruction. You wish to eliminate all 'threats?' That will never happen, there's always a thead. What will you do, go on a crusade against an invisible enemy, launch pre-emptive strikes? Your actions make you the perverbial 'bad-guys,' your actions make others want to attack you. If Greywatch had been at war and you had attacked us, we would have given the enemy a chance to work with us to destroy the common threat. You, to an extent, look to make enemies, whether you are fully aware of it or not."

Palleon considered it,

"That is... true. But only to races which are hostile or aggressive, neutral of welcoming races have nothing to fear." He glanced at the Angenterians, "Or so i thought."

"Interesting, so it is your religion to an extent. Therefore, it is indeed flawed to some extent."

Palleon made an odd face,

"It is in no way like religion, there is no invisible man in the sky controlling us. It is simply a... natural reaction of our race. But yes, it is indeed flawed, or at least in todays climate."

"Realizing there is a problem is the first step towards solving it."

Palleon shook his head,

"Not when your race hasn't got the further stepping stone in place for the advancement."

Palleon drummed his fingers on the table for a moment,

"Perhaps if your race were to look at the protocol for us, i'd have to get permission from the Ciscilian Central Beuracracy but... it's worth a go is suppose. It would make a change from the Klikiss telling us to invade and subjugate the surrounding races."

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"No, for once all hostilities and threats are gone we will have no need to be hostile."

"You completely miss my point, you are breeding hostility. What happend if a is have a war with b and you attack both? What happens if a and b are both members of an alliance who did not wish to get involved but you, c, decide to step in. Now you made yourselves the enemy of both alliances. A chain affect ensues."

"Only because we did not know who was who. An error in protocol, a mistake which would have been averted if a Cisclian was in control."

"If you know that is so, will Daleks continue to lead vessels into unknown situations?"

"You claim to know who fits in with the universe? You assume who is fitting for it and who is not?"

"No, but I do claim to recognize you may experience the most turbulence."

"Or are you simply saying we don't "fit in" with the mojority of other races?"

"Take a good look at me. I doubt I fit in anywhere, all I'm saying is that anyone who uses the extreme of something is going to face the most problems. Everything must be in balance."

"Does it? Tell me, do your people maintain a police force or similar to ensure that potential murdereers do not appear and casue havoc? If that not defense for your people? Is it not the same principel we work on except smaller?"

"Yes, it does. You have no idea how far 'my people' will go if we have to. The principle you bring up is different. A criminal does something wrong and we put an end to it. However, we do not chase after the criminal's family and systematiclaly slaughter them all to make sure it never happens again. What do you think this meeting is, half the time government actions do not reflect the ideas of the people. If Greywatch decides to help you, we are not going to 'glass' the surface of planets and kill civillians unless they prove to be a threat to us. So no, police is not a correct way to think of this, at least not in my perspective."

"Indeed," Palleon smiled humourously for a moment, "we tried to get some of our member species to sort the protocol out for us. We handed it to the Klikiss and it turned into full out aggression. We handed it to the Vykkers and they couldn't see the point of it. And as for the various other species we have in... isolation, they would not care to look at it given our history."

"I would love to head the team that tries to dissect your protocol." The Drone laughed, "Tell me, what was the race who was the insectoids, the ones who were, to an extent, Warmongers? Klikiss? We in Greywatch have the Kiixori, a species of alien very similar to that. We have a range of minds who would love to study this, not to mention the 49 other Drone hwo are listening to our conversation. I myself am a hive-minded being, and the other Drones in my pack and I are all working together in pointing out the flaws in your system."

"That is... true. But only to races which are hostile or aggressive, neutral of welcoming races have nothing to fear." He glanced at the Angenterians, "Or so i thought."

The Drone smiled, "What I said about alliances should prove to you that you are wrong. If you attack and alliance member, the once neutral alliance will now act aggressively toward you. You will be the direct cause of their aggression, the same aggression you vow to destroy, ironic. Isn't it?"

"It is in no way like religion, there is no invisible man in the sky controlling us. It is simply a... natural reaction of our race. But yes, it is indeed flawed, or at least in todays climate."

The Drone laughed again, "You seem to know so little. Come now, do you truly believe all religion is based on something invisible? Folly!" The Drone stood up and held out its arm. Suddenly the arm caught on fire, but the suit did not burn, "Do you see this? This is a special ability held by a few in Greywatch. This fire does not burn me but yet it exists to the fullest extent, what does logic say about that?" The fire went out as suddenly as it had come and the Drone seated itself, "Many of us in Greywatch have a religion that states that the gods died and in so doing created all life. Your protocol is something you believe in, abide by, put faith in. To that extent, it IS your religion."

"Not when your race hasn't got the further stepping stone in place for the advancement."

"Believe me, you cannot advance if you never start."

"Perhaps if your race were to look at the protocol for us, i'd have to get permission from the Ciscilian Central Beuracracy but... it's worth a go is suppose. It would make a change from the Klikiss telling us to invade and subjugate the surrounding races."

"As I said, I'd be happy to. Many of us in Greywatch would be happy to accept such a challege. You are speaking to an immortal creature, I need something to entertain me."

"You completely miss my point, you are breeding hostility. What happend if a is have a war with b and you attack both? What happens if a and b are both members of an alliance who did not wish to get involved but you, c, decide to step in. Now you made yourselves the enemy of both alliances. A chain affect ensues."

Palleon frowned for a moment,

"That is true but assuming one out of a and b is the aggressor, and lets assume a is the aggressor, we would only attack a. And yes the allies of a are involved but it would not lead to a + b's allies."

Palleon smiled,

"I do however see your point, we have simply assumed that we have enough power to what we believe needs to be done."

"If you know that is so, will Daleks continue to lead vessels into unknown situations?"

"I can assure you that i will submit a full report addressing the situation."

"No, but I do claim to recognize you may experience the most turbulence."

"From what i've seen so far that could be true."

"Take a good look at me. I doubt I fit in anywhere, all I'm saying is that anyone who uses the extreme of something is going to face the most problems. Everything must be in balance."

"Everything and everyone has a place in this universe" he gestured towards the Dalek, "even synthetic life forms."

"Yes, it does. You have no idea how far 'my people' will go if we have to. The principle you bring up is different. A criminal does something wrong and we put an end to it. However, we do not chase after the criminal's family and systematiclaly slaughter them all to make sure it never happens again. What do you think this meeting is, half the time government actions do not reflect the ideas of the people. If Greywatch decides to help you, we are not going to 'glass' the surface of planets and kill civillians unless they prove to be a threat to us. So no, police is not a correct way to think of this, at least not in my perspective."

"Our government represents the will of the people. You could say the same for the actions of hive minded races as well could you not? And i see the point you make. But what if the criminals family is the same? Ciscilians are "the same" as you put it, there is not much variation in views between our people. Why not say the same for other species?"

"I would love to head the team that tries to dissect your protocol." The Drone laughed, "Tell me, what was the race who was the insectoids, the ones who were, to an extent, Warmongers? Klikiss? We in Greywatch have the Kiixori, a species of alien very similar to that. We have a range of minds who would love to study this, not to mention the 49 other Drone hwo are listening to our conversation. I myself am a hive-minded being, and the other Drones in my pack and I are all working together in pointing out the flaws in your system."

Palleon burst out laughing,

"I can assure you it is indeed a sight. Of course it's only funny in hindsight, a group of Ciscilians trying to find a way round their most basic instincts is not a pretty sight, you should see the squirming and arguing." Palleon shook his head chuckling, "As for the Klikiss, they are logical like us, but without emotion.... well, they have emotion, but it's crude basic ones, the kind of feelings you get when you are superior to someone else, but that is about it for them. They helped us to build the Daleks, they are astoundingly clever." Palleon gestured towards the Drone smiling, "much like yourself actually, except not brutal and bloodthirsty."

The Drone smiled, "What I said about alliances should prove to you that you are wrong. If you attack and alliance member, the once neutral alliance will now act aggressively toward you. You will be the direct cause of their aggression, the same aggression you vow to destroy, ironic. Isn't it?"

"Indeed, i must say... i have nothing to say to that."

The Drone laughed again, "You seem to know so little. Come now, do you truly believe all religion is based on something invisible? Folly!" The Drone stood up and held out its arm. Suddenly the arm caught on fire, but the suit did not burn, "Do you see this? This is a special ability held by a few in Greywatch. This fire does not burn me but yet it exists to the fullest extent, what does logic say about that?" The fire went out as suddenly as it had come and the Drone seated itself, "Many of us in Greywatch have a religion that states that the gods died and in so doing created all life. Your protocol is something you believe in, abide by, put faith in. To that extent, it IS your religion."

Palleon bristled slighty,

"I was generalising, it is normally based on what one cannot explain. As for the fire, i'm driven to logically asume that there is some function which enables you to do such thing. It should not be regarded as "mystical" simply becasue i cannot explain it off hand. I should instead be confident that there is a logical explanation for such things. And our protocol is a beuracratic function, i see not how we have "faith" in it. It's something we follow yes, but not something we submit to.... although..." Palleon trailed off thinking to himself.

"Believe me, you cannot advance if you never start."

"Oh we've started, there is just no way forward. Our instincts if you will do not allow it. Hence a need for others to cover our short comings."

"As I said, I'd be happy to. Many of us in Greywatch would be happy to accept such a challege. You are speaking to an immortal creature, I need something to entertain me."

Palleon laughed,

"if it is what you want i shall make the nessacery arrangements."

"That is true but assuming one out of a and b is the aggressor, and lets assume a is the aggressor, we would only attack a. And yes the allies of a are involved but it would not lead to a + b's allies."

"How would you know if you respond the same way you did here and do not collect the sufficient information to make such a judgement? Or is that something you intend to change?"

"I do however see your point, we have simply assumed that we have enough power to what we believe needs to be done."

"I see..."

"I can assure you that i will submit a full report addressing the situation."

"I see..." The Drone smiled, I'd expect no less...

"Everything and everyone has a place in this universe" he gestured towards the Dalek, "even synthetic life forms."

"That may be true, but sometimes, the universe reacts in strange ways..."

"Our government represents the will of the people. You could say the same for the actions of hive minded races as well could you not? And i see the point you make. But what if the criminals family is the same? Ciscilians are "the same" as you put it, there is not much variation in views between our people. Why not say the same for other species?"

"I can understand that, our government does the same. Of course, hive-minded races have a bit of an advantage do they not. Everyone's thought belong to everyone else, a mental communism if you will. There is no way for one's voice not to be heard. If the criminal's family was the same, we would keep an eye on them, and when they struck we would catch them. And the beauty of it is that it would be perfectly legal. As for species beings the same, having the same feelings toward something etc. That doesn't happen in Greywatch, with six different species, you alway end up with hundreds if not thousands of different arguements.... it's the perverbial situation of: Three people are arguing but your getting four opinions..."

"I can assure you it is indeed a sight. Of course it's only funny in hindsight, a group of Ciscilians trying to find a way round their most basic instincts is not a pretty sight, you should see the squirming and arguing." Palleon shook his head chuckling, "As for the Klikiss, they are logical like us, but without emotion.... well, they have emotion, but it's crude basic ones, the kind of feelings you get when you are superior to someone else, but that is about it for them. They helped us to build the Daleks, they are astoundingly clever." Palleon gestured towards the Drone smiling, "much like yourself actually, except not brutal and bloodthirsty."

The Drone smiled, "I see... well indeed I will like to see this sight. These Klikiss sound like quite the bunch, Kiixori are slightly warmongering only due to the multiple factions. But they can be very reasonable when you get on their good side, 'sucking up' always gets the trick done quickly. Though, they have emotion. Though, you say they are like myself, as you can see, I can develope emotion over time, I just don't start with it."

"Indeed, i must say... i have nothing to say to that."

The Drone only chuckled.

"I was generalising, it is normally based on what one cannot explain. As for the fire, i'm driven to logically asume that there is some function which enables you to do such thing. It should not be regarded as "mystical" simply becasue i cannot explain it off hand. I should instead be confident that there is a logical explanation for such things. And our protocol is a beuracratic function, i see not how we have "faith" in it. It's something we follow yes, but not something we submit to.... although..." Palleon trailed off thinking to himself.

"I see, that is typically true." The Drone smiled as Palleon spoke of the fire he created, "I never really said it was mythical, I know exactly what it is. Though I would have to warn you, this falls out of the range of most science and logic, this is Cryption. It isn't suppose dto be explained, it just is." The Drone then listened to the explanation of protocol, "I do not mean you would submit to it... But do you trust it? Do you believe it will lead you the right way? Is it a system you do not mind living by? I suppose you are right as it does not include a higher power, but that is why I said it was a religion only to an extent."

"Oh we've started, there is just no way forward. Our instincts if you will do not allow it. Hence a need for others to cover our short comings."

"I see..."

"if it is what you want i shall make the nessacery arrangements."

"That is good to hear. Thankyou."

"How would you know if you respond the same way you did here and do not collect the sufficient information to make such a judgement? Or is that something you intend to change?"

"Something we intend to change, although normally it should result in no problems, normally we would have gathered the normal information..." Unless of course this has happened before but we glassed the poor beings before we realised... How will we tell?

"I can understand that, our government does the same. Of course, hive-minded races have a bit of an advantage do they not. Everyone's thought belong to everyone else, a mental communism if you will. There is no way for one's voice not to be heard. If the criminal's family was the same, we would keep an eye on them, and when they struck we would catch them. And the beauty of it is that it would be perfectly legal. As for species beings the same, having the same feelings toward something etc. That doesn't happen in Greywatch, with six different species, you alway end up with hundreds if not thousands of different arguements.... it's the perverbial situation of: Three people are arguing but your getting four opinions..."

"Yes, hive minded races do indeed have a great advantage. Of course, the addition of other races into the Ciscilian Empire has added a greaty diversity of views which the Central Beuracracy has to deal with. We never knew so many diverse opinions and views could exist in a race before we started expanding through the stars."

The Drone smiled, "I see... well indeed I will like to see this sight. These Klikiss sound like quite the bunch, Kiixori are slightly warmongering only due to the multiple factions. But they can be very reasonable when you get on their good side, 'sucking up' always gets the trick done quickly. Though, they have emotion. Though, you say they are like myself, as you can see, I can develope emotion over time, I just don't start with it."

Palleon raised an eye brow,

"The Klikiss have a fundamental urge to dominate over others. When they were on their home planet the various Hive Factions fought each other, capturing members of each as slaves. Once all the Hives had been incorporated into the dominant one they built robots which they could project their will onto. Thank fully however the war we had with them was brief, we engaged in talks and both saw he benefits of joining our empires. If you'd like to meet one... i could always call down one from my Assault Carrier..."

"I see, that is typically true." The Drone smiled as Palleon spoke of the fire he created, "I never really said it was mythical, I know exactly what it is. Though I would have to warn you, this falls out of the range of most science and logic, this is Cryption. It isn't suppose dto be explained, it just is." The Drone then listened to the explanation of protocol, "I do not mean you would submit to it... But do you trust it? Do you believe it will lead you the right way? Is it a system you do not mind living by? I suppose you are right as it does not include a higher power, but that is why I said it was a religion only to an extent."

Palleon looked slightly amused when the Drone spoke of the Cryption,

"Surely there is always an explanation? Perhaps you simply don't have the technology to comprehend it yet? As for the protocol, we do not mind living by it. But we do not trust it nor mis-trust it. It is simply a rule book, and rule books can have flaws, as demonstrated here."

"I see..."

Palleon caught the slight tone in the Drones voice, and had a suspicion h eknew what it was thinking.

"When i say that we can't change it isn't due to not wanting to, or for that matter being able to, it's that we cannot do it ourselves. If though other races were to help us move forward, it would be relativly easy, although we'd be most likely need some form of external support to reassure ourselves whilst we re-adjusted to it..."

"Something we intend to change, although normally it should result in no problems, normally we would have gathered the normal information..."

"Normal information?"

"Yes, hive minded races do indeed have a great advantage. Of course, the addition of other races into the Ciscilian Empire has added a greaty diversity of views which the Central Beuracracy has to deal with. We never knew so many diverse opinions and views could exist in a race before we started expanding through the stars."

"I see... expansion is always good for unlocking new information."

"The Klikiss have a fundamental urge to dominate over others. When they were on their home planet the various Hive Factions fought each other, capturing members of each as slaves. Once all the Hives had been incorporated into the dominant one they built robots which they could project their will onto. Thank fully however the war we had with them was brief, we engaged in talks and both saw he benefits of joining our empires. If you'd like to meet one... i could always call down one from my Assault Carrier..."

"I've seen that before... an urge to dominate... it's a wonder they survived so long... Yes, we also had a bit of a war with te Kiixori, gladly it ended with us gaining their respect. For the nature of this meaning, I believe I shall hold of on meeting a Klikiss until another time..."

"Surely there is always an explanation? Perhaps you simply don't have the technology to comprehend it yet? As for the protocol, we do not mind living by it. But we do not trust it nor mis-trust it. It is simply a rule book, and rule books can have flaws, as demonstrated here."

"Not always, some things don't have explanations because they don't need them. And believe me, humans have, mind you, comprehended it, otherwise my creation would not have been possible. We have a good idea what it is and do not bother to pursue it further unless neccisary." The Drone listened to the explanation of protocol, "I see... I understand now..."

"When i say that we can't change it isn't due to not wanting to, or for that matter being able to, it's that we cannot do it ourselves. If though other races were to help us move forward, it would be relativly easy, although we'd be most likely need some form of external support to reassure ourselves whilst we re-adjusted to it..."

"There is no need to go further, I never doubted you. I believe that if you could go further, you would."

"Normal information?"

"Essentially trying to figure out who is the aggressor and the defendor. And why it came about. Although i can't quite see how the Dalek skipped those protocols..."

"I've seen that before... an urge to dominate... it's a wonder they survived so long... Yes, we also had a bit of a war with te Kiixori, gladly it ended with us gaining their respect. For the nature of this meaning, I believe I shall hold of on meeting a Klikiss until another time..."

"They are exceptionally intelligent. Once they spread to other worlds the Hives began to split again, and so continuing their normal cycle. They were never particuarly concerned with any other races they came across, they're urge to dominate seemed to only stem to members of opposing hives in their species. So in a way most other races they met simply avoided them. It would probably be best for a meeting between you and a Klikiss to be at another time... yes, perhaps you could meet with one of their Queens."

"Not always, some things don't have explanations because they don't need them. And believe me, humans have, mind you, comprehended it, otherwise my creation would not have been possible. We have a good idea what it is and do not bother to pursue it further unless neccisary."COLOR]

"But surely information should be pursued if not just for the purpose of the information itself?"

[COLOR="blue"]"There is no need to go further, I never doubted you. I believe that if you could go further, you would."

"Thank you for understanding."

"Essentially trying to figure out who is the aggressor and the defendor. And why it came about. Although i can't quite see how the Dalek skipped those protocols..."

"That is indeed interesting..."

"They are exceptionally intelligent. Once they spread to other worlds the Hives began to split again, and so continuing their normal cycle. They were never particuarly concerned with any other races they came across, they're urge to dominate seemed to only stem to members of opposing hives in their species. So in a way most other races they met simply avoided them. It would probably be best for a meeting between you and a Klikiss to be at another time... yes, perhaps you could meet with one of their Queens."

"I can imagine why other races would avoid them... meeting a queen... that would be interesting."

"But surely information should be pursued if not just for the purpose of the information itself?"

"We're not like you, knowledge is useful to us but it isn't a hobby. We gather the information we need and nothing more. With something like Cryption, that is best. If an enemy were to somehow break into our archives, they'd find only what little information we have on it and nothing more. Not knowing a subject left, right, and center actually helps us to an extent. Also, we have to pay attention to funding, we're not going to waste time trying to find something out if it isn't going to yeild knowledge that could be absolutely life changing." The Drone was intentionally leaving out small pieces of information, things that didn't need to be know. Its voice wouldn't reflect that however, it spoke in the same semi-monotone.

"Thank you for understanding."

The Drone simply nodded respectfully. "Well then, it seems that we have covered quite a bit in this conversation. I think we may have gotten a little side-tracked..."

"A hobby... that is indeed an interesting way to put it... most apt."

Palleon glanced around at the rooms occupants,

"Yes, we do seem to have been side tracked..."

"Yes well, at least Greywatch's archives will be a little bit fuller. And with some interesting new knowledge to boot." The Drone straightened up, "Well then, whenever our hosts are ready to continue...."

(Since I can't think of a creative topic to talk about here, I'll just go ahead and start the tactical briefing. We can inform Outer Heaven when he arrives.)

Admiral Hawkespur stood up, finding the conversation between the two alien delegates now over. He had made sure that the meeting session was being recorded, so the relevant information about the alien races would be added to their own database.

"Whatever the differences between the uses of protocol and archiving of information, I would like to bring everyones attention back to the matter at hand, meaning the war. Governor, if you will?"

"Of course, Admiral." He pushed a button on his side of the table, and a holo-image of the sector they were in came up over the table.

"Otherium II is located here." The image zoomed in from the sector view, showing a holographic image of Otherium II.

"Our forces are stationed...here." Numerous blips around the planet appeared, the fleets of the different races. Ciscilian, Angenterian, Greywatch, and Outer Heaven vessels shown Yellow, Green, Grey, and Blue, respectively.

"Let's run a quick replay of the battle, shall we?" The blips suddenly cleared, showing just the planet, and four green blips, representing the initial defense fleet.

The replay of the battle ensued. The Aquahelper ships, shown as red blips, appeared on one side of the planet, and began moving inward. The defense fleet formed up, and moved towards them. White dots, representing fire, exchanged between the two fleets. The maneuvers were logged. The arrival of the Dalek ships, represented by yellow blips, had a little holographic image of a Dalek hovering over them (which the Governor had thought quite humorous, as he had just put it together in the few minutes they had met.)

Everything else was recorded nicely in the presentation. From the defense's little exchange of boarding parties all the way up to the retreat of the Aquahelpians.

"I believe that sums up where we are now." Hawkespur stated. "Feel free to use the buttons located on the table in front of you to manipulate the holo-images however you wish. I believe the controls are simple enough."

"Now all we need to know is where everyone stands."

"I see..." Said the Drone as it watched the holo-display. "Its nice to see the entire battle played out..." The Drone nodded, "I assume that when you say, 'where you stand,' you are asking us this in terms of support. Correct?"

"Before we continue." The Admiral went on "We would would like to know whether or not everyone in this room is committed to a full-scale counteroffensive."

The Drone shook its head, "Due to the fact that we came in late, my government will most likely send a fleet only to provide support. We will, most likely, not sending in any of our Planetary Assault Craft, and we most likely not send our Planetary Bombardment Craft. But you can expect to have some very reliable frigates... perhaps even one of our... more interesting spacecraft."

"Good enough for us." The Admiral replied. "And what of the Ciscilians?" He gestured towards the Vice-Admiral.

Palleon and Drake had been humoured by the Dalek hovering over their ships in the hole replay and were now fully convinced that these Angenterians were indeed valuable and well natured beings.

"We will follow our protocol, what's left of it" he said smiling at the Drone, "to the letter. Aggressive races cannot be allowed to run amock in this galaxy, we are compelled to aid you in their... containment. The amount of force we provide in this... pest control session will ultimatly depend on what course we decide to take. Will we engage in recconisance first? Or strike quickly with the forces we have?

But you can be assured Admrial that we will not, for want of our paranoia, allow this race to run around un-checked. We will send ships to destroy their presence in space and we will send troop to subjugate them on their planets.

Although, protocol dictates that you are to lead the assault, so to a degree their fate is for you to decide."

"My council is being informed as we speak, I will know what they intend to send shortly. Is there anything you wish to ask for specifically? Like a certain number of ships... or something else?" Said the Drone. He smiled at Palleon, "Don't worry, I'll try not to completely dismantle your protocol."

"Please be my guest." Palleon said to the Drone, "just do it carefully... more for your sake than ours."

(OOC: Aquahelper, is there a limit to the amount of ships we can send to your system. I mean i have a standard battle group here. Is that at your personal limit or can i send more? It just depends on your conquering preferences.

Although i will only send more ships when it becomes apparent that i can't handle your defenses.

P.S. (I love P.S.) I use slip-space, slip-space means going past normal space, that means i can ignore your outer weapon defenses and go straight for your home planet. Just thought i'd say. ;)

Of course i don't know how the others FTL drives work so i may have to stay with them to push a hole through your defenses... we shall see.)

"With at least 50 minds going over it at once, I think I'll be fine..." The Drone said before coming back to the issue at hand, "If you do not mind me asking, what methods of FTL travel do each of you use? I also need to know roughly what kind of ships you will be using so that Greywatch can bring in the neccissary support."

"Member races of the Ciscilian Empire utilise Slip-Stream drives, which as i'm sure you know essentially rips a hole in space for us to enter sub-space; the Klikiss refined it further with their entry into the Empire.

We have access to other forms of travel but slip-stream is the most effective. The Klikiss for example got no further than Generation Ships to spread to other worlds before we encountered each other, they did on the other hand develop TransPortals which allow instantaneous travel from one portal to the other. Very intricate and complex machines, the mathamatics are mind boggaling, we haven't been able to extend them to other worlds due to the equations involved..." Palleon smiled slightly, "They only developed them to continue waging war against each other, to fulfill their biological urges you might say. What of Greywatch? What methods do you utilise?"

"We use PSR, a form of travel that utilizes Cryption itself to tear a hole in space allowing us to enter what we call, 'the rift.' It allows us to go anywhere we wish in no time at all. It is exclusive to Greywatch for reasons I will not elaborate on. The one catch is that the rift entrance/exit produces intense amounts of gravity that mimic that of a black hole. Needless to say, if one's shield are not propery formatted, any ship pulled in is destroyed..." Said the Drone, "Giving PSR its name. Pressure Space Rift."

"Imperial Navy ships" The Admiral began, leaning forward in his chair "utilize a special type of warp-drive to travel at faster-then-light speeds. While I'm not an engineer, I do know that the drive somehow allows us to temporarily transfer to a separate dimension. In some way, this dimension allows us access to a form of faster-then-light Travel. It's not as advanced or as fancy as your PSR travel, I realize but it gets us there."

"As for our battle strategy..." Admiral Hawkespur stood up.

"The location of our enemy seems to be the hardest part. I'll let General Ophelius explain."

"Thank you, Admiral." Regina smartly replied, rising from her chair. "Since the enemy fled on different escape vectors, we cannot trace them from their retreat. However..." She removed her military greatcoat, placing it on her chair. A holo-image of the planet appeared once again.

"We know that since the enemy arrived... here." She froze frame when the Aquahelpian ships arrived. "We can more or less determine the general direction of their place of departure. We can also assume that they did not change vectors mid-transport, as pre-battle communications with them before your forces arrived indicate they did not expect heavy resistance. Any information that can be provided to their location can make life for everyone much easier."

"Thank you, General." The Admiral said, now rising himself. "We agree that the Aquahelpers need to be subjugated, so that their aggressive tendencies can be pacified. The general strategy is this: a combined space force of the parties involved will attack the enemy's major systems, effectively laying siege to them. Then, a combined force of Angenterian, Ciscilian/Dalek, and Outer Heaven forces, if they are willing, will make landfall on their planets, following a general plan of taking said planet. Does anyone have a different proposal?"

"I have a question. What exactly is Greywatch supposed to do, or are we to be included in the group attacking major systems? And apparently, my council is allowing a single Worldslayer to join us in this battle. How do you all feel about large ships? Most races seem to think we're crazy for having them."

"Just how large is a standard "Worldslayer" supposed to be?"

"Anywhere from 30 to 45 Km. Depending on the model, the resources had at the time, and its primary purpose."

That's some ship... the Admiral thought to himself, trying to estimate how big it is compared to other ships he'd seen, dwarfing them in all respects.

"Thats quite a ship. Of course, you are allowed to bring in whatever ships you wish; we can't stop you from doing that. A ship of that side could defenitally be used to attack the major systems. But keep in mind that we have no intel on just how large the Aquahelpian Empire is, major systems might be all they have.

"Well as I said, it really depends on purpose and model. This may be a commander Worldslayer, in which case it will be our information hub and last line of defense. It may be an all out spacial assault craft which more weapons than any other ship in the Greywatch fleets. Or it may be the Planetary Assault, which means it can literally 'beam' simple and complex structures onto the surface of a planet and, if need be, land on said planet to deploy thousands of land troops, heavy and light vehicles, and even some aircraft."

40 km... that's more than twice as large as the largest ships we have...Palleon thought. The Ciscilian Empires largest warship was ONLY around 15km in length...

"Yes... that is quite a vessel... I have yet to talk to my command but i'd imagine they would deem my fleet well equipped enough to do the job... if not they would most likely send reinforcements. The Research Center is always looking for an oppertunity to test out new devices...

What of the Angenterians? Will you be calling for more ships? Or is the fleet stationed here capable enough?"

Palleon gestured towards the hole display of the Aquahelpers ships exit points,

"We may not know the co-ordinates of the correct vector but i could always send one of my vessels on a reconnasiance mission, to see if the nearby stars are occupied by the Aquahelpers. It would be better than running around not knowing where to go, yes?"

OOC: Apologies for my absence folks! If anyone would care to fill me in on what I've missed, that'd be grand :D I'll respond to Angent's post directed to me about a week back and just interject here, as if Elesto has been here all the long.

IC: Elesto smiled at Lex, and patted Tetras on the shoulder.

"It was our pleasure Captain. I just hope that she'll see service again soon. It was Tetras here that saved you however, it he hadn't devised that missile defence you'd be space junk by now, the Borealis was certainly too far away to do much else than watch!"

Tetras smiled at Elesto's appraisal, and nodded at Lex.

"It was an honour to save your ship. I just hope it'll make whatever relations our nations choose to pursue easier."

And that seemed to be it. Elesto nodded off past Lex.

"I guess we're supposed to follow you?"

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Elesto gritted his teeth, and looked at the Greywatch delegate.

"While I don't object to a swift retaliation, nor our deployment on land as well as space, I'm not comfortable engaging the Aquahelpians on land with such a huge and dangerous ship designed to literally slay worlds. I'd have to ask that if you really insist on using such a vessel that you deploy your troops and other...material on the other side of the planet to us."

Elesto then turned to the Admiral and smiled.

"Admiral, from what I've heard so far Outer Heaven will probably be more than happy to partake in this venture. But I must warn you...our ground forces are infamous for their brutality and strength, even among our own people. You must realise that in deploying us ground side, we'll certainly take the planet, but a lot of innocents will get hurt in the process.

There's also another issue. At this time we have no official reason to join in this assault on Aquahelper. Granted they unfairly attacked you, but they never actually attacked us, and as we aren't in a state of alliance I cannot assist...yet. I do happen to have a copy of BETAC though, Outer Heaven's most important treaty. If you were happy with the terms and to sign, I'd be able to get a full force to this system within thirty six hours."

OOC: ALOT has happened in your absence. And it would be impossible for me to explain i. You'll hate this answer but you're going to have to go through the posts to get a handle on the debates and so on.)

Palleon raised an eyebrow at the Outer Heaven representatives comments. Alliances and orders allready...

Palleon directed his attention at Elesto,

"Firstly sir i would like to thank you for positioning your forces in between our ships and the Angenterians. If you had not done so it may have resulted in truly dreadful results. Also i wouldn't have had th eoppertunity to meet such wonderful people." He waved his hand at the Angenterians gathered there.

"Secondly, i fal to see how you can be disturbed by Greywatch's World Slayer when you have yourself spoken of the brutality of your troops."

Elesto smiled at Palleon, and shook his head.

"Good sir, you misunderstand. I'm not being disturbed at the thought of the planet being killed, I'm disturbed at the thought of my men being killed by that behemoth."

Palleon's mind froze for a moment as he took that clever statement in; then he burst out laughing,

"Very good," he said chuckling, "Well, from the looks of things i will be keeping my troops away from both of you if you have no self control." he shook his head smiling, "we will see what it comes to when we get there, or see what the reconnasance turns up if that's the path we take."

The Drone looked at Elesto, "You misunderstand the purpose of this craft. As I stated, it has three different versions. If you notice, only one of these versions is specifically designed for planetary assaults, yet all three retain the name: Worldslayer. There is a story behind this you must understand. The Worldstarter is Greywatch's signature 30-40 Kilometer colony ship. The Worldslayer is simply the 'big brother' and military version of the Worldstarter. In which case, both ships do not possess planet destroying capabilities, but the first Worldsalyer created was meant to enter the atmosphere of a world and destroy large, important targets. Also, I stated my council will allow a single Worldslayer, they never said which particular model..." The Drone looked for a moment to the others before continuing. "And with that being said, I do not believe the council will grant a PA class Worldslayer because it would be a very slow process for the thing to constantly land and takeoff. "

"We may not know the co-ordinates of the correct vector but i could always send one of my vessels on a reconnasiance mission, to see if the nearby stars are occupied by the Aquahelpers. It would be better than running around not knowing where to go, yes?"

"That would be a good idea." The Admiral replied, satisfied. "I am assuming it won't be detected by enemy sensors or ships?"

The Admiral then turned his attention to the captain of the Borealis.

"We cannot stop your from bringing whatever forces your people wish, Captain. However, if you do decide to land ground forces, try to keep them somewhat restrained. We're going to subjugate the Aquahelpers, not wipe them from the Galaxy. That being said, while I do trust in your good intentions with your treaty..." he took the copy from the Captain, skimming it (OOC: is there a place I can see the text?) "... we're left wondering whether this treaty has come a little bit too soon."

Palleon smiled,

"When our ships exit slip-space it attracts more attention than a nuclear bomb going off. Ciscilian reconnasiance involves not only seeing what the enemy has but also getting a taste of the defenses. I will be sending in a vessel which will scan the system and essentially pell-mell through the system shooting at items of interest to see the reaction."

Palleon grinned,

"Unless of course you don't like it. Alternativly Greywatch could send one of their stealth vessels if they are willing. Failing that i can call for a ship more suited to the task..."

"It really depends on whether or not the council wil allow it. I'm sure they wouldn't mind but I cannot speak for them." The Drone said, looking at Palleon. This also isn't a fight we participated in, so naturally we don't have much to gain or lose here except for possible future allies. It was interesting for a Drone to think to itself, seeing as there were 49 other minds hearing its thoughts.

(OOC: Remember, Aquahelper's away this week, so we really can't do anything that would involve him shooting at us, which is partly the reason I called for a conference in the first place.)

"We would prefer it if there was a way where we can see what they have without alerting them to our presence. We should let them keep guessing when a counterattack will come, instead of telling them that it is imminent."

The Drone nodded, "Indeed. That seems to be the best strategy, catch them off guard..."

OOC: I used to have a copy...but it's gone AWOL. It's basically your usual run of the mill alliance, except we're more like drinking buddies than just friends :P

Elesto nodded at the Admiral.

"Of course I feel the same way, but my nation would be a lot more willing to put forces towards this venture if a state of alliance was in play. I may be able to convince them to send a smaller force, but that may take longer than thirty six hours, it's up to you."

Tetras then cleared his throat.

"As for the issue of stealth, Outer Heaven may have the best solution. Many nations have been known to use Subspace communications over the years to communicate over vast distances near-instantaneously. Outer Heaven uses Subspace for most of it's applications, including FTL travel. While our ships require a lot more power than a mere transmission, we have stealth craft designed for such a task as this one. If we jump in on the edge of one of their systems, the Subspace interference caused by such a jump will easily mix in with other Subspace transmissions. Then it'd take at the most...about half an hour to do a full system run, including planetary scans, recent FTL signatures, Military Recon, the works."

"Are treaties really required in an action such as this Captain Elesto?" Palleon said gesturing at eveyone in general, "Surely this a situation which calls for us to unite in a common cause, as opposed to trying to tie each other down with beuracracy? If our respective people cannot pull through this situation together in the spirit of comradeship then surely there is a fault when we need politicians to hold us together?

As for your idea... it is an improvement over ours, far more stealthy. If you are willing to do so then i say we should try it."

"Very well, that save my council the time of having to decide what to do. Though if you wanted an example of FTL communications, just look at me. We also have the SCN, I don't know anything about your communications system but I can imagine if my council gave you all access to the SCN it would make this oh so much easier."

"Would you care to enlighten us about the nature of this SCN system? We have FTL communications but only when we are withen our own territory."

"The SCN is the Sniper Communications Network. A special Greywatch form of FTL comms that comes with its own special system. That being said, it is practically undetectable by most ships and comes with its own special form of encryption that can only be decoded by ships using SCN. It is one of the branch-offs of PSR." Said the Drone matter-of-factly.

"Taking the level of technology we've seen from the enemy vessels, the probability of the enemy using such slip-stream technology is unlikely." Governor Sturm noted "The only question remaining in terms of reconnaissance is simply who is going to carry it out."

The Admiral inclined his head to Captain Elesto.

While the Angenterian had no doubt of the Captain's good intentions, he did not believe it was a good time for them to talk of alliances. It was more like a temporary cooperation between other races for a greater good.

"While we do not doubt your intentions, we are inclined to agree with the Vice-Admiral. Were these under different circumstances, we would no doubt accept your proposition. However, forming an alliance would create unnecessary hassle, especially from, uhh, 'special interests' within the Holy Imperium." He gestured towards Confessor Puritus, who was eyeing the Admiral suspiciously. "I hope this does not jeopardize the good relations we've so far formed." He said somberly, handing back the treaty. "Hopefully, we can still create such good terms after the present conflict is solved."

Elesto nodded, taking the treaty and placing it back in his pocket.

"Of course, but unfortunately that means that the amount of ships my nation will dedicate to this venture will be fairly reduced to what we would otherwise deploy, but I'm sure with our combined strengths we'll be able to take on our new foe.

As for the recon part of this venture, Outer Heaven would certainly be able to accommodate without BETAC as we always carry out reconnaissance on new sectors of space. The only question is whether you want us to or not."

Palleon looked at Captain Elesto,

"I for one am perfectly happy for you to carryout the recconasiance, i nthe intervening time we will be able to sort out our individual affairs and discuss further relations if deemed purposeful. I for one have a stack of paper work to plow through because of this interesting little scenario."

((OOC: page 15? how much planning did you do.... well ill back... for two weeks then im gone till sept. so attack at will))

(OOC: We did no planning lol, we had an argument and my people had a debate with Greywatch. I suppose i will wait for someone to do the investigation, then we will attack en masse. I'm here till Thursday, then i'm going away for a week.)

(OOC: Since nobody else is saying anything, I'll nominate Outer Heaven for the recon mission.)

"Well then, Captain, perhaps you can lead the recon. team, if you choose to."

((OOC: between conference-recon-attack I'll assume a period of around 1-2 months to martial forces from the various races and attack en-masse it would fit with the time line because I wanted the flag ship to enter the space battle in that time i will have developed rudimentary FTL sensors which will give a few minutes of warning of the attack and FTL comms

several ships will also have prototype weapons like bow lasers or defenses like particle shielding... just please be aware that there are several thousand ships in the system that are military, tens of thousands of civilian [though since you have sensors that can detect power output I assume you will know which are military and which aren't even if they dont look it] ships. The civilian ships are mostly in the inner system and will most likely be moored up for the duration of the battle. That being said there really isn't a limit to the ship number so let it be a big blood bath [ship as in a vessel larger then a fighter.... fighter size craft are even more common used like corporate jets... rather then mass transport or freight]

I also use a form of slip stream but its a different space then most people have [that being said most FTL drives are "slip stream" since they involve imersing the ship into an alternate space... even warp drives usually use the effects of this second space to warp normal space (which would been a nice weapon.... if somewhat godmoddy... I remember there was a warp drive variant in star trek that could destroy a star system) ))

(OOC: In that, once the recon has been conducted (maybe we should have got someoen else to do it since Outer Heaven is a bit sporadic at the moment) i will marshal a large army for the invasion. May fair all out destruction befall us all!!!)

(OOC: Don't we have a thread for OOC? Well, if OH can't do it, do you want to, USU?)

OOC: I can, FTL comms and cloaked ships.
IC:

The Drone looked to the others, "I've recieved word from my council that they could send one of the ships we used when we first arrived here. Or we could send a Star Shadow like the one in orbit. We could call in a Worldslayer to act as a comms hub and it could relay all information gathered to this very command center. Would that be sufficient?"

"I belive that Greywatch, given their aptitude with cloaking technology, should be the ones to performthe recon mission."

OOC: SPORADIC!?! I've been fairly consistent over the past few days, and I only dropped off for a little bit because of work and restarting school. Now both are dealt with I can give as much time to the RP as I did when I started. And where's this OOC thread?

IC: Elesto frowned, and then shrugged.

"If the Greywatchians feel the need to prove themselves, then by all means they can perform the reconnaissance mission themselves. But I'd certainly be careful about using transmissions on a recon mission, chances are they'll be detected by the Aquahelpians. The ship that would be assigned by us would also have a profile of a starfighter...much harder to hit or detect than a larger ship, cloak or not."

Tetras nodded at this.

"Bias aside, I've seen the ship Elesto is recommending. It's certainly much better than anything we've chosen to reveal to you all so far, and they utilise far many more known and unknown stealth techniques than usual. They don't even require or use a cloaking device. But as the Captain said, if the Greywatchians want to undertake this venture to finally contribute something to the Aquahelpians, then I certainly welcome them to do so."

The Drone chuckled and shook its head, "Well if it means that much to you, go ahead and do it yourself. I was just throwing the option out there. We actually don't require any chances to prove ourselves to anyone, we'll be doing that simply by participating in the upcoming battle." The Drone leaned back, "Now then, since you don't seem to trust us... would you rather do it? Or would you like there to be someone looking over our shoulders making sure we don't screw up?"

Palleon's skin turned dark blue and his eyes turned birght red, irritated slightly by the aliens bickering,

"Well, seeing as we are all in this together how's this for a suggesstion. We select the vessel which is best suited to this operation and then each of us provides a representative along with the standard crew. That way we can all watch each other. How's that for an idea?"

Just wanted to say that I've been following this thread and I really do like it so far! Keep up the good work and crush those Aqua helper barbarians!

(OOC: Thankyou!!! I must say it's been going very well! )

The Drone nodded, "Seconded. I agree that your idea seems superior in this case and yeilds the greatest chance on success."

"Excellent, and the others?"

"There's a thought." The Admiral stated. "So whose vessel are we going to use?"

"Outer Heavens or Greywatch's seem most equipped for the task."

"Hmm, so I suppose it comes down to who's the most willing to go. I'm not really sure, I think my Council would rather someone else do it if at all possible. I suppose that means sending Outer Heaven."

"Then it's settled then. Captain, would you send fo-"

"If I may interrupt you, Admiral?" Confessor Puritus spoke, for the first time in hours. "Would it be possible for our delegation to be made up of Ministorum Templars?"

This is a very bold move on part of the Church, the Admiral thought. The Ministorum Templar, while the military arm of the Imperial Church , they were still soldiers. And since the Imperial Guard forces were going to be tied down on the planet, handling the logistics of an large-scale invasion, Ministorum Templars would provide the military mind of Angenterian Guardsmen, without Guardsmen having to actually be there. Plus, it is very unwise to go against the wishes of an Imperial Confessor...

"Of course, Confessor." The Admiral replied, smiling. Here he goes again...

"Excellent. Emperor praise you!"

"As I was saying, Captain." The Admiral continued, turning his attention to the Outer Heaven delegation. "Would you send for your recon ship now?"

Elesto smiled, and nodded at Tetras.

"I'm sure my Lieutenant will be able to do so the moment we get back to our ship. If all goes well, we'll have the Fighter ready within forty hours. But I feel I must clarify something..."

Leaning in, Elesto's gaze sweeped the room, before settling on the Admiral.

"First off, this reconnaissance mission will be carried out in a top secret Stealth Fighter craft. Because of this, that means only three people will be able to carry out the actual reconnaissance. Unfortunately, I doubt our craft are tailored to suit the Greywatchians, and refitting one for that purpose would take many days.

A Gunship will be taking this Fighter to within a few light years of the target system. Whatever delegations you want to go along are more than welcome to reside on the Gunship, but they won't be able to go into the actual system. The Fighter will most likely launch from there and jump to the outskirts of the system, but my Lieutenant will know the logistics a lot better once our analysts at least know what area of space we're in. As I already said, there are only three positions on the Fighter, which are if I recall correctly: A pilot, gunner and analyst. The pilot will need to be one of ours, as the Flight systems are designed for our use only. However, a representative with military experience can hold either of the two positions. If you want someone to come along on the Fighter, we're more than happy to have them analyse or gun for us. We'd just need a couple of hours to walk them through the particulars. Is this acceptable?"

"It is indeed most acceptable" Palleon replied, he looked at everyone in the room, "Now, as im sure i will be correct in saying so that all of us here would indeed like a delegate on the fighter to keep us all informed, now the problem of course is that a Greywatch Drone would be the best choice, unfortunatly as Elesto has stated it is not suited to them. Now i was wondering if perhaps a Klikiss would be able to accompany you? It is hive minded, therefore would be able to keep us all informed back on the main vessel. Also they are mathimatical genius's and would probably be more than suited to analysing your data. Now, they are beetle like in form so it's about if they will fit into the fighter, if you could perhaps remove the chair... it will be more than happy to stand, indeed i don't think i've eve seen one sit down."

The Drone raised an eyebrow, "Sorry, but would you care to elaborate on 'is not suited to us?' If you're wondering if we possess the capacity to do stealth missions, yes we can." The Drone paused, "If you were wondering about our ability to adapt into a new craft, we can do that too. Not all Drones are like me, we have different castes with different purposes. I can put in a request for a specific kind of Drone to serve as gunner or analysis..."

"Would it be possible?" Admiral Hawkespur asked "For one of our delegation to be present in the fighter, while the rest of our party remain on the gunship? Our delegation will consist of four people total." He shot a look at Confessor Puritus, who nodded in agreement.

Palleon looked at the Admiral,

"I would personally be happier if the representative sent had the ability to communicate instantly with the rest of us, so that we all know what is going on and can provide advice accordingly. Hence my suggesstion for a hive minded being."

"Drones are also hive-minded so I don't see the difference..."

Palleon gave the drone a funny amused look,

"If your feelings are being hurt then shall we just let the Outer Heaven forces decide whom to send?"