NationStates Jolt Archive

-Vinny's log, 1300 hours since outbreak.
"Ah, the sweet smell of infected skin. To think, here I am, huddled in this bunker, with no idea of what to do, or what I could do if I got out. Perhaps I should elaborate, after all, I am not writing this for myself, but for future generations. If anyone survives this that is."

"I suppose I should start at the beginning. I'll make it short, and try to get to the point where it's relevant. Born to a traditional Moralite family, 1984, joined the military, several medals, 1st sergeant, you get the idea. Well, after a while my skill with a gun and cool detachment found me a spot in the Specialis Plures. A longtime myth in Moralite legends, but I never suspected that they were real."

"Of course, what could I do but accept? Wandering, accepting orders, guarding them, influencing world events. All to keep CM under wraps until we had gotten ourselves stable enough to avoid a massive 'civilizing' effort from every barbarian and his brother. Foreigners. But, it was my final mission with them that truly changed my life. A simple infiltration, sneak into a prison, rescue a prisoner by the name of '1314.'"

"Well, I didn't fail them, but I first took 1314 for dead after I saw him. Then I noticed the parchment yellow skin, the opened glowing eyes, the sharp, twisted mouth. I was horrified, but I still carried out my mission. Rescuing 1314 was no easy task, seeking to kill me every chance he got, it was certainly a handful getting him out of there. But we soon found that we were too much alike to kill each other, besides, it's hard to kill someone who's saved your back and after you saved theirs too. After a bit, he took on his bandaged look. The one everyone knows. He was a 'semi-infected'. Infected in body but not in mind."

"After a while, we became close friends, although we rarely saw each other. After killing the entire high council of the Specialis Plures, our paths drew us apart, although intersecting on occasion. When I became VP of CM, I was elated. I could stop the 'infection' project before it got out of hand. I was wrong of course, the President blocked me every which way. Eventually the virus broke out. Know, for my reader who presumably does not know the symptoms of the 'Infection virus', it is a simple one. Destruction of higher brain functions, increased metabolism, glowing eyes, superhuman strength, parchment-yellow skin. You get the picture."

"After a while it was wiped out, but the following Civil War wiped all memory of government folly. I had to fake my own death to protect CM. Lots of useless time wasted ahead, I had a few operations to keep myself from old age. As the only surviving person who had any knowledge of the 'Infection 'and 'Perfection' virus', I had to stay alive, to wipe them out completely. The next few decades flew by, no one from the outside, isolated incidents coming in, not really interesting or relevant."

"By the time we had taken off to the stars, old age was beginning to creep up on me, something neither surgery nor nanites can fully stop. Even 1314 believed me dead. I wonder if he'll forgive me. I hope he will."

"Some madman thought he could perfect the 'Infection' virus, or maybe he just wanted revenge on the human race as a whole. No matter the cause, he released both the 'Infection' and 'Perfection' virus' out on the planet Propesita. I managed to stop him before he could release it to any other planets. Luckily, I'm immune to both virus'. Unfortunately, the other 97% of Propesita was not."

"Most of the remaining humans were butchered before anyone could get a signal off. I sit here now in a bunker with four other humans, two of which I suspect are infected will turn soon. I don't know if I should kill them now, or wait until I'm sure."

-Vinny's log, 2000 hours since outbreak.
"If you're reading this right now, please forgive me for what I have done. I wish to write no more of it, and if you cannot tell what I'm talking about, you're a fool."

-Vinny's log, 2300 hours since outbreak.
"The infected still beat at the doors. Perhaps I should elaborate on the 'Perfection' virus. It acts much like the 'Infection' virus, except without the destruction of higher brain functions, and an added taste for blood. And the pre-infection amnesia. This makes them far more dangerous. As far as I know, there isn't anything on Propesita that can get through to this bunker. At least, I hope there isn't."

-Vinny's log, 2600 hours since outbreak.
"I managed to cobble together an old-fashioned radio. With the entire Moralite fleet on exploration, I doubt anyone will hear me, but every little chance counts..."

OOC: Do you mind if I warp in a battle group to investigate this? Since I assume the journals are in the message?

OOC: Do you mind if I warp in a battle group to investigate this? Since I assume the journals are in the message?

OOC: Sure... If you won't leave in the middle like last time.:(

OOC: Last time was because I got left by others in your thread.

IC: The message by this hidden and unknown vice president of the Moralites went deep into the stars, echoing its message of destruction and help, along with information of a virus that acted like something one would see in a horror movie. This message was eventually received by a communications outpost on the edge of the Sol system, from which it was quickly relayed to High Command. The commanders of the Colonial forces were astonished. That something of this magnitude could be made, and that people would actually revive such a horrific plague was shocking, frightening. However, they did know this was an opportunity. Not only to wipe out this infection and ensure it never reached out past the world it had in its grip, but to study it and advance their medical science to whole new levels.

So it was after a meeting with the President, that High Command sent out a battle group, three frigates, two assault missile frigates, two cruisers, and a destroyer, along with a convoy of transports which would carry the troops, material and vehicles to conduct a campaign to pacify and cleanse the planet. Their job was to find any survivors, while also buying time for the medical teams to get the data they needed, as well as getting data from facilities on the planet. Any data from this unknown nation could potentially speed up their technological process. Then, once they were done and had retreated to the transports, the planet would then be bombarded. A plague lik this could not be defeated on the ground. It was an awful thing to do, and the generals, along with the president, had argued for hours. But, there was no other way without sacrificing hundreds of soldiers to death and infection. More than they already were.

So, it was that the Battle Group Alpha's wormholes opened in space and the eight ships shot forth from the gateways, with a flurry of transports clustered about them for protection. Interceptor squadrons were immediately launched, as the ships moved forward to get orbital control of the planet. Probes were launched, some detailed to get data on the system and anything in it, while others shot through the atmosphere and began to bring in data about the planet, scanning for the source of the radio transmission and any facilities with larger than normal transmissions.

As all this went on, Commander John Linton stood on the bridge of the Miracle, the UCS destroyer, overseeing all this. For now, he could only wait for information to come in on the situation. He was not landing anything until he could be sure they weren't walking into a massacre.

(ooc: Tag and reserved for post)

Third Extragalactic Exploratory and Astrographic Fleet, Second Battalion, Fourth Squadron. Flagship UES Magellan.

..."Brrzzzt...I doubt anyone will hear ...(static)... little chance counts..."

"Thats all we could pick up, sir. It looks like it ends there. Sounds like some kind of plague, doesn't it?"

Captain Tycho, currently in command of the fourth squadron, nodded, "Like something out of a 90's zombie movie. What're those old games your kid plays? Something-Evil?"

"Resident Evil, sir. Its a bit different...but I guess the basic idea is the same." Lieutenant Black, the ships communications officer, shrugged.

"Right. Anyway, it sounds like he doesn't expect much in the way of help. Maybe we ought to drop by. Whats our inventory, Orcini?"

Orcini was the commander of the ships marine compliment, "If the virus or whatever is contagious, I suggest we use hardsuits, sir. We've got two RX-5's, which should do fine if the locals are only using their fists or small arms. All of my marines all have standard HEC gear as well."
"Other than that..." The marine consulted a display, "Six CAF's, two APC's and a scout buggy. I recommend we get into orbit and see if we can get some details on terrain and so forth before we make any plans. Some of these aliens have some strange ideas about what constitutes a good living environment."

Tycho nodded. Last week they'd found a tribal society of silicone-based lifeforms who seemed quite comfortable lounging in a pool of molten metal on their planets surface.
"Right. Go tell your men to expect the unexpected or whatever it is you fellows do. We'll warp to the transmissions PO and see what we can see."

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It took a day or two, but the little fleet, an explorer ship, two mid-sized corvettes and the marine transport ship, popped out of warp in the standard lightshow of blinding color and light. A Lovecraftian horror of unimaginable power attempted to follow them, but went unnoticed and promptly ceased to exist when it found out the hard way that physics as it knew them didn't apply in this universe.
It didn't take long for them to notice that they had company.

Unknown vessels, this is the Republic of Earth Exploratory vessel Magellan, responding to a distress call from this planet. Can we assume you're here on the same business?

OOC: I might join this... throw in a few FMs here and there.

Vincent handled the gun carefully as he stepped over the infected bodies, looking up towards the sky. Having abandoned all hope as the groans and screeches grew ever closer, he held his other hand tightly on the detonator he readied himself for his final battle. But then he noticed something far up into the sky. Something that looked a lot like a space vessel... Running inside the bunker, he tapped out another message. " This is Vincent Gambino, are you aware of the planetary situation?"

Back on Noctisdivu, a small, thin man rushed into the Senatorial chambers. " Sirs! We have several unknown ships entering our space! What should we do?"
Five minutes later a short message was sent out. " Please identify yourselves and your purpose for being in Moralite space."

Bump, still open.

The Klikiss Hive Ships monitored the realms of sub-space. Normal messages in real-space were amplified and projected across the whole of existence. Available to anyone who cared to unravel the mechanics of the fabric of space and time.

That, was of course, what the Klikiss had done, then they had joined the Ascendency, applying their knowledge to serve their purpose. Now they patrolled the universes between the universe, sub-space, slip-space, whatever it was that twisted beneath reality.

So when the Moralites message echoed across space the Klikiss naturally picked it up, driven by voracious curiosity they performed an quantum jump, appearing in the system from which the message originated. The Breedex assessed the world, and picked up a new message, beaming out from the planet:

"Please identify yourselves and your purpose for being in Moralite space."

The Breedex deemed the world safe to approach, and brought the immense termite mound shaped vessel down into the atmosphere, broadcasting as she went through the ships artifical voice:

"Greetings from the Ciscilian Ascendency, i am a Klikiss Breedex, a queen, director, manager and governor as would be recognised in your culture. We have detected your message and have to come to investigate and react in an appropriate measure."

The Klikiss Hive Ships monitored the realms of sub-space. Normal messages in real-space were amplified and projected across the whole of existence. Available to anyone who cared to unravel the mechanics of the fabric of space and time.

That, was of course, what the Klikiss had done, then they had joined the Ascendency, applying their knowledge to serve their purpose. Now they patrolled the universes between the universe, sub-space, slip-space, whatever it was that twisted beneath reality.

So when the Moralites message echoed across space the Klikiss naturally picked it up, driven by voracious curiosity they performed an quantum jump, appearing in the system from which the message originated. The Breedex assessed the world, and picked up a new message, beaming out from the planet:

"Please identify yourselves and your purpose for being in Moralite space."

The Breedex deemed the world safe to approach, and brought the immense termite mound shaped vessel down into the atmosphere, broadcasting as she went through the ships artifical voice:

"Greetings from the Ciscilian Ascendency, i am a Klikiss Breedex, a queen, director, manager and governor as would be recognised in your culture. We have detected your message and have to come to investigate and react in an appropriate measure."

"Commander, they said we sent out a message! Is there any outgoing Moralite transmitters?" Commander Wilkins shrugged. "I can check, but if anything powerful enough to slip past our sensors unnoticed got out, it's encoded extremely well." Leaning down, Wilkins held down the transmission button. "Listener 4408, this is Caesar, any transmissions of strength 8.0 or greater?" A few minutes of silence, and then "Nothing since the fleet took off, a few weak radio signals, but nothing we send out. Maybe some fool messing around on an antique ham radio? Listener 4408 out." Commander Wilkins shook his head. "I need a message sent through Lucius, relay as ordered..."

"Please relay aforementioned message, as we have no official incoming or outgoing powerful enough to escape Moralite space, over."

The Klikiss hive mind buzzed in irritation, they sent the message they had picked up:

"Please identify yourselves and your purpose for being in Moralite space."

The Breedex calculated the odds of these beings being able to unravel the fabric of space and time and effectivly deduce, compute and predict the relational quantum nature of the particles of nature.

She decided it was unlikely, she sent a message to the beings:

"We have knowledge of such things which allow us to pick up even simple transmissions, messages and even communiqes between electronic based equiptment. Provided we are looking in the right place at the right time."

The Klikiss hive mind buzzed in irritation, they sent the message they had picked up:

"Please identify yourselves and your purpose for being in Moralite space."

The Breedex calculated the odds of these beings being able to unravel the fabric of space and time and effectivly deduce, compute and predict the relational quantum nature of the particles of nature.

She decided it was unlikely, she sent a message to the beings:

"We have knowledge of such things which allow us to pick up even simple transmissions, messages and even communiqes between electronic based equiptment. Provided we are looking in the right place at the right time."
"What in the-... Commander, you deal with this, they just looped our question back to us."

"This is Raven Commander Caesar, please relay the message that brought you here, not our question."

The entire Klikiss colony on the Hive ship stopped moving for a whole five seconds as the Breedex fumed in irritation, the calm artificial voice however sounded non-plussed as eve as the Breedex tried once more:

"This is the message we picked up via sup-space relationary ripples, "Please identify yourselves and your purpose for being in Moralite space.". We isolated it's point of origination and followed it here."

The entire Klikiss colony on the Hive ship stopped moving for a whole five seconds as the Breedex fumed in irritation, the calm artificial voice however sounded non-plussed as eve as the Breedex tried once more:

"This is the message we picked up via sup-space relationary ripples, "Please identify yourselves and your purpose for being in Moralite space.". We isolated it's point of origination and followed it here."
"Wha? Why did you follow it if it wasn't addressed to you, assuming you weren't in Moralite space at the time?"

"We were intrigued. Intelligent life is hard to come by. Life is easy to come by, but not intelligence."

"We were intrigued. Intelligent life is hard to come by. Life is easy to come by, but not intelligence."

He sighed. Explorers. Just like the fleet. "Well, we currently have a situation on our hands, so if you don't mind, we have to contact the other ships."

The Breedex hummed, clicked and generally made other sounds of confusion. The message was ambiguous,

"Do you require assistance?"

(OOC: The Hive Ships is 13 kilometers long. Thought i'd just throw that out there)

The Breedex hummed, clicked and generally made other sounds of confusion. The message was ambiguous,

"Do you require assistance?"

(OOC: The Hive Ships is 13 kilometers long. Thought i'd just throw that out there)
OOC: Remember, this is not a intro thread. The rest of the Moralites don't know about the outbreak yet.

"No." Commander Wilkins was quick and to the point. he was growing tired of this continually worthless (In his eyes at least) conversation, and itching to find out what those battlegroups were...

A few Forbidden Ministry ship arrived on scene from PSR. They were sure to exit a few AUs away and immediately moved away from the rift, stealth modes in full swing. The message the FM had picked up was an interesting one. It was the kind of thing they felt inclined to look into, but like all Forbidden Ministry missions this one was based on stealth. The ships moved swiftly forward.

OOC: I know that.

The Breedex clicked irritably. If a Klikiss did something they expected it to lead up to something. A relativly indifferent alien race wasn't going to stand in it's narrow minded and determined way. She decided to give it one more go:

"Your world seems to be subject to some form of rampant and ravaging micro-organism which appears to have severly affected the biosphere, including your own people... are you sure you require no help?... or is this some form cultural event your species undertakes?"

OOC: I know that.

The Breedex clicked irritably. If a Klikiss did something they expected it to lead up to something. A relativly indifferent alien race wasn't going to stand in it's narrow minded and determined way. She decided to give it one more go:

"Your world seems to be subject to some form of rampant and ravaging micro-organism which appears to have severly affected the biosphere, including your own people... are you sure you require no help?... or is this some form cultural event your species undertakes?"
"What? Lucius, is it flu season? They're talking about some sort of microorganism causing trouble." Lucius nodded. "My son just caught the bug yesterday, no big problem." Wilkins turned back to the Communicator.

"Indeed, one might say it is cultural event, but not one we enjoy. We require no assistance with it."

OOC: Stealth mode = cloak, sorry I didn't make that clear enough

OOC: Stealth mode = cloak, sorry I didn't make that clear enough

OOC: What does your cloaking device consist of? What does it hide, just visual, or what?

The entire colony did nothing for about two minutes. The Breedex just sat there thinking about everything. That was untill one of their quantum-atomic-relativity drives picked up something entering and moving through the system. They trained their optical sensors on the area; nothing. They followed with magnetic, heat and radiation signitures. Nothing.

But on the quantum-atomic-relativity drive something which resolved into a clearly artificial object surrounded by a blur of light frequencies stood out clear as day on the Klikiss's screens. Pleased that something else apart from some stubborn indifferent aliens were here she watched it's progress but giving no indication she knewit was there. The ship simply hung above the world.

OOC: It's FM style, so basically another way of saying "you don't see me until I want you to." Very high end.

OOC: It's FM style, so basically another way of saying "you don't see me until I want you to." Very high end.

OOC: With regard to the above would you want me to doctor my post?

OOC: It's FM style, so basically another way of saying "you don't see me until I want you to." Very high end.

OOC: edited.

OOC: Nah, that'll be fine.
IC:

The ships moved forward past everything else that didn't concern them. What they wanted was to find out where that message came from and what it was about. The Fobidden Ministry was an odd group, they occassionally worked for Greywatch as weapons designers, black ops, and performers of other tasks. They were most famous, and sometimes infamous for their Drones, 'the demons of the Greywatch military.' The ships were small, each one was only meant to hold about forty people, they were black when not in cloak, and often very sleek and ominous in appearance. Aboard each craft their were a collection of Drones, faction members, and other dark warriors that would serve in any upcoming fight. What the Forbidden lacked in ships strength, in made up for and then some with infantry. The three vessels kept their trajectory set, when the time was right they would enter the atmosphere. For now, though, it would be interesting to watch the others in the area, two of which seemed very familiar.

(OOC: Ok. I'll just sit untill something intresting happens lol)

OOC: Just to let you know, GW, you came in several AU's out. It;s going to be a while before you even reach the planet.


The Captain watched as data rolled in, the planet was fairly normal, although the cities and other parts of their society's infrastructure were badly damaged. Along with thousands of infected people going around looking for survivors to rip apart, this was one doomed planet. The drones made another sweep and as they did so, intercepted two messages. One was from the planet, the other from within the system. John quickly read both messages and then began to reply.

To the planet:

"Vincent, this is Captain Linton of the Colonial Navy of Telros. We have come in response to your distress call. We know of the infection and the current state of the populace. Unless you have any other ideas, we plan on finding you and anyone else still alive, evacuating them and then cleansing the planet. A ground campaign is far too risky and would cause too many lives to be lost."

To the Moralites:

"This is Captain Linton of the Colonial Navy of Telros, I was informed by a distress call that a planet was under assault by some biological infection let loose. We assumed you were the ones whom sent the call."

He sat back and began to wait for replies to that when the FTL warning alert rang out, signaling that someone was entering the system. The screen focused on openings that blasted open to disgorge four ships. After detecting their scans washing over their ships, they received a message from them.


Unknown vessels, this is the Republic of Earth Exploratory vessel Magellan, responding to a distress call from this planet. Can we assume you're here on the same business?

"I am Captain Linton of Battle Group Alpha, the Unified Colonies of Telros. We, too, are responding to the distress call. Sending over the data we have accumulated so far. This planet is a mess. Most of the populace has been turned into some kind of mindless creatures, and the survivor are very few. We are planning on rescuing them and then cleansing the planet."

Shortly after this, the alarm went off again and the Hive ship appeared on their sensors. It immediately began to send our and receive signals from the planet that had demanded why the Colonials were here. Odd, but they must have somehow gotten it, possibly the message repeated.

As this all went on, he began to pick a place where he would land troops and set up a field base. There was no such place, so it would have to be blasted and made into a safe area for landing. He would not move ahead, however. Since this planet was part of some empire, he would have to talk it over with the system government.

OOC: Alright, I am only going to say this one more time, since the last couple threads it got ignored by all but CM and a few others. I have to go to college on Mon, Wed, and Fri, 8 to 3:30 on the first two days, 9 to 1:50 on Fri. Not to mention time to do homework and whatnot, so I am not going to be on as much as by other people. So, I am going to KINDLY ask, that ALL participants, currently and in the future, do NOT leave me behind five pages or something when I am not on.

I don't care if its just two people not affecting me at all in the rp. It's bad ettiquette, for one, and two I have to go past all that stuff, reading it to ensure it doesn't affect me. I am not saying put a halt to it two posts in, but don't go six pages without thinking that maybe some of us need time to catch up and post.

OOC: Just to let you know, GW, you came in several AU's out. It;s going to be a while before you even reach the planet.


The Captain watched as data rolled in, the planet was fairly normal, although the cities and other parts of their society's infrastructure were badly damaged. Along with thousands of infected people going around looking for survivors to rip apart, this was one doomed planet. The drones made another sweep and as they did so, intercepted two messages. One was from the planet, the other from within the system. John quickly read both messages and then began to reply.

To the planet:

"Vincent, this is Captain Linton of the Colonial Navy of Telros. We have come in response to your distress call. We know of the infection and the current state of the populace. Unless you have any other ideas, we plan on finding you and anyone else still alive, evacuating them and then cleansing the planet. A ground campaign is far too risky and would cause too many lives to be lost."

To the Moralites:

"This is Captain Linton of the Colonial Navy of Telros, I was informed by a distress call that a planet was under assault by some biological infection let loose. We assumed you were the ones whom sent the call."

He sat back and began to wait for replies to that when the FTL warning alert rang out, signaling that someone was entering the system. The screen focused on openings that blasted open to disgorge four ships. After detecting their scans washing over their ships, they received a message from them.



"I am Captain Linton of Battle Group Alpha, the Unified Colonies of Telros. We, too, are responding to the distress call. Sending over the data we have accumulated so far. This planet is a mess. Most of the populace has been turned into some kind of mindless creatures, and the survivor are very few. We are planning on rescuing them and then cleansing the planet."

Shortly after this, the alarm went off again and the Hive ship appeared on their sensors. It immediately began to send our and receive signals from the planet that had demanded why the Colonials were here. Odd, but they must have somehow gotten it, possibly the message repeated.

As this all went on, he began to pick a place where he would land troops and set up a field base. There was no such place, so it would have to be blasted and made into a safe area for landing. He would not move ahead, however. Since this planet was part of some empire, he would have to talk it over with the system government.

OOC: Alright, I am only going to say this one more time, since the last couple threads it got ignored by all but CM and a few others. I have to go to college on Mon, Wed, and Fri, 8 to 3:30 on the first two days, 9 to 1:50 on Fri. Not to mention time to do homework and whatnot, so I am not going to be on as much as by other people. So, I am going to KINDLY ask, that ALL participants, currently and in the future, do NOT leave me behind five pages or something when I am not on.

I don't care if its just two people not affecting me at all in the rp. It's bad ettiquette, for one, and two I have to go past all that stuff, reading it to ensure it doesn't affect me. I am not saying put a halt to it two posts in, but don't go six pages without thinking that maybe some of us need time to catch up and post.

OOC: Gotcha.

Vincent shook his head. Turning on the radio, he responded grimly: "Don't. Don't try to come in and rescue anyone, don't try and land, and most importantly, DON'T BLAST THE PLANET unless you have something akin to a few gigatons of nuclear devices. Nothing else will stop these monsters. That or brain-seeking missiles." He gave a humorless laugh. "Maybe there will be a few of us left, but a sacrifice of a million or so is a fair trade for the well being of humanity as a whole."

"Sir! He's talking about some sort of virus! A viral outbreak on one of our planets." Wilkins face turned a ghostly white. "Lucius, is he talking about-" "I don't know sir."

Lucius turned to Commander Wilkins. "They're sending the data now. I'm decoding and...." Lucius twitched. "Oh...My...God...It's just like my Grandfather said..."

"This is Moralite Commander Wilkins, we cannot help you in this. When the fleet comes back, we will quarantine the planet. Before that, we ask that you stay off the planet, and although we cannot stop you, we request it as a matter of your personal safety. Caesar out."

Bump.

OOC: Everyone has disapeared.

OOC: Everyone has disapeared.

OOC: *Sniff* it's a curse... This ALWAYS happens...

OOC: Guess you'll just have to be patient for once. You and I are notorious for speed posting.

OOC: Guess you'll just have to be patient for once. You and I are notorious for speed posting.
OOC: I'm no good at being patient...:p

(OOC: I'll kick start it again lol. If only your people hadn't been rude to mine we would have gotten somewhere ;P lol)

The Breedex listened to the exchange, the aliens didn't know they had an out break on their own world? How bizzare. The Breedex quickly thought about the situation and decided to do something about it, or at least investigate. The Hive ship began descending slowly towards the planets surface, searching for a large enough space which was clear of... well everything; as she descended she broadcasted a message:

"We are curious as to the nature of this micro-organism, how exactly does it work? Any informaiton you have would be useful, perhaps we could adi you in some form."

(OOC: Essentially i would like to know what it does and how it does it. I intend to land and then i'll erveal the effects (if any) it wll have on the Klikiss. Just see how it goes lol)

(OOC: I'll kick start it again lol. If only your people hadn't been rude to mine we would have gotten somewhere ;P lol)

The Breedex listened to the exchange, the aliens didn't know they had an out break on their own world? How bizzare. The Breedex quickly thought about the situation and decided to do something about it, or at least investigate. The Hive ship began descending slowly towards the planets surface, searching for a large enough space which was clear of... well everything; as she descended she broadcasted a message:

"We are curious as to the nature of this micro-organism, how exactly does it work? Any informaiton you have would be useful, perhaps we could adi you in some form."

(OOC: Essentially i would like to know what it does and how it does it. I intend to land and then i'll erveal the effects (if any) it wll have on the Klikiss. Just see how it goes lol)

Vincent quickly transmitted his message through his small radio: "Don't try to aid us, just get out of here! I'll tell you everything I know about the virus, just DON'T LAND! The virus spreads through water, bodily fluids, and even skin contact. It turns human skin an unhealthy parchment yellow, and rots off bits and pieces in some of the more severe cases. It then procedes to destroy most upper brain functions and fuels the creatures with a taste for flesh and not much else. The metabolism is increased tenfold at least, and the sheer regenerative abilities of the infected insure survival in all except extended periods of streaming hot lead being poured into them. Vincent shrugged, despite knowing that they couldn't see them. "Or whatever other weapons you have. Almost anything works. The eyes will often glow an eerie red around this point. Time from infection to 'turning' is usually around 26 hours, 24 of which show no signs, one of which is spent in an unwakeable dream-like state, and the last hour being the poor man watching as his humanity is ripped away from him. The other virus is the 'perfection' virus. Similar, except for the fact that they retain most higher brain functions, and have a pre-infection amnesia. Rather then a taste for flesh, they gain a taste for blood.

Linton looked at the reply from Vincent and chuckled. Opening his part of the channel, he replied. "Vincent, you do not know Colonial protocol, and that is understandable. We have untold nuclear missiles, since they are one of our main armaments in battle, and we also have a fleet-busting thermo-nuclear bomb. This thing has, again and again, been shown to cause untold damage to at least one half of the planet. So, we have plenty of nukes.

I understand your need to keep us off the planet, I really do. However, I am not the kind of man to let you or any other survivors stay down there to face this living hell. We caught all the recordings you did, Vincent, the discussions on the virus' and what they do. All of the soldiers, down to the ground-pounding grunts know. And they all volunteered for this assignment. We know what can happen to us and we have accepted it, that was the prerequisite for this mission. If you can give us your coordinates and the coordinates of anyone else you know still surviving on that planet, I ask you to give them to me. We do not have only soldiers, Vincent, to handle the infected. We have armored mechs, tanks, and other things they cannot break through. We can hold them off without too much loss of life. Let me help, Vincent. I won't be stuck here, watching a planet have the last bits of its life suffocated, doing nothing."

He paused as he received the message from the Moralite government and he responded. "I don't see how a quarantine will help. Once the survivors are all dead or rescued, there will be no way to reclaim this planet without some kind of miracle cure that restores these people completely or a bloodbath of a military campaign to cleanse it. However, the decision as to its fate is up to you. I will not land soldiers, but I am going to do a rescue. Survivors still remain and I will not stand here and endure their suffering because of this infection."

in deadspace, a Red Talon patrol picked up the call for help. Relaying it to Sanctuary, a response team was sent out to the unknown world.

A black/purple rift opened in space in the system that sent the message. A single Victory class strike carrier escorted by six flayer class destroyers and twelve Hunter class frigates. The ships exited the rift in a rough guard formation around the carrier. Its scanners reaching out, scanning for the signals origin while broadcasting their own message.

"This is an emergency response fleet from the Mercenary Republic of Red Talons. We come in peace to offer military and humanitarian aid to the planet of Propesita. This is Admiral Achedyn commanding the carrier End-Game. Please respond."

The message would repeat every few minutes as the small fleet scanned the system. Picking up various other ships in the area.

-On board the carrier End-Game.-

"Admiral, I'm reading multiple contacts, as well as ongoing communications between some of the contacts and one of the planets in the system." The admiral nodded to the sensors officer who had spoken up. "Set in a course at one quarter impulse. Inform the fleet to keep their guard positions, keep weapons on standby and powered down. I dont want to give the impression of being a hostile force..."

The nineteen ships moves slowly towards the planet. Keeping in a defensive formation around the carrier in its center. Their turrets were kept in sunken bays, giving the ships the appearance of being unarmed. Their flat black hulls unbroken by any markings save for on their bow they bore the Red Talons paw and cross insignia.

Linton looked at the reply from Vincent and chuckled. Opening his part of the channel, he replied. "Vincent, you do not know Colonial protocol, and that is understandable. We have untold nuclear missiles, since they are one of our main armaments in battle, and we also have a fleet-busting thermo-nuclear bomb. This thing has, again and again, been shown to cause untold damage to at least one half of the planet. So, we have plenty of nukes.

I understand your need to keep us off the planet, I really do. However, I am not the kind of man to let you or any other survivors stay down there to face this living hell. We caught all the recordings you did, Vincent, the discussions on the virus' and what they do. All of the soldiers, down to the ground-pounding grunts know. And they all volunteered for this assignment. We know what can happen to us and we have accepted it, that was the prerequisite for this mission. If you can give us your coordinates and the coordinates of anyone else you know still surviving on that planet, I ask you to give them to me. We do not have only soldiers, Vincent, to handle the infected. We have armored mechs, tanks, and other things they cannot break through. We can hold them off without too much loss of life. Let me help, Vincent. I won't be stuck here, watching a planet have the last bits of its life suffocated, doing nothing."

He paused as he received the message from the Moralite government and he responded. "I don't see how a quarantine will help. Once the survivors are all dead or rescued, there will be no way to reclaim this planet without some kind of miracle cure that restores these people completely or a bloodbath of a military campaign to cleanse it. However, the decision as to its fate is up to you. I will not land soldiers, but I am going to do a rescue. Survivors still remain and I will not stand here and endure their suffering because of this infection."
"No! Wait! You don't understand, they *Static* it'll *More Static*" Vincent slammed his fist down onto the malfunctioning radio, smashing it into a thousand pieces. "Damn."

"You don't understand. We've withstood this plague, this infection before." Moralite Commander Wilkins said. "It almost wiped us out back on the homeplanet. Now there's two, and one knows how to make use of any weaponry it can find, if it's the long abandoned "Perfection" virus, which we believe it is. There isn't much that can stop them, other then the fact that they physically cannot eat each other. I don't want to nuke the planet, and the senate is willing to wait a few decades. Do whatever you like, but I warn you, no good will come of it. Caesar off."

in deadspace, a Red Talon patrol picked up the call for help. Relaying it to Sanctuary, a response team was sent out to the unknown world.

A black/purple rift opened in space in the system that sent the message. A single Victory class strike carrier escorted by six flayer class destroyers and twelve Hunter class frigates. The ships exited the rift in a rough guard formation around the carrier. Its scanners reaching out, scanning for the signals origin while broadcasting their own message.

"This is an emergency response fleet from the Mercenary Republic of Red Talons. We come in peace to offer military and humanitarian aid to the planet of Propesita. This is Admiral Achedyn commanding the carrier End-Game. Please respond."

The message would repeat every few minutes as the small fleet scanned the system. Picking up various other ships in the area.

-On board the carrier End-Game.-

"Admiral, I'm reading multiple contacts, as well as ongoing communications between some of the contacts and one of the planets in the system." The admiral nodded to the sensors officer who had spoken up. "Set in a course at one quarter impulse. Inform the fleet to keep their guard positions, keep weapons on standby and powered down. I dont want to give the impression of being a hostile force..."

The nineteen ships moves slowly towards the planet. Keeping in a defensive formation around the carrier in its center. Their turrets were kept in sunken bays, giving the ships the appearance of being unarmed. Their flat black hulls unbroken by any markings save for on their bow they bore the Red Talons paw and cross insignia.
"Sir, requesting permission to loop the warning message?" Commander Wilkins nodded. "Permission granted Lucius." "You don't understand. We've withstood this plague, this infection before." The message looped, over and over again. "It almost wiped us out back on the homeplanet. Now there's two, and one knows how to make use of any weaponry it can find, if it's the long abandoned "Perfection" virus, which we believe it is. There isn't much that can stop them, other then the fact that they physically cannot eat each other. I don't want to nuke the planet, and the senate is willing to wait a few decades. Do whatever you like, but I warn you, no good will come of it. Caesar off."

The Breedex received the message explaning the virus, her ship continued to descend approaching the surface:

"Although this virus may be lethal to your kind we are not in any manner related to humanoids. For that matter the sub-castes which i control through a hive mind do not possence any sembelance of independant cognitive function. As such, we won't be affected. Further more, we can aid you. Secondly, a have robotic Klikiss which i can send out if the need calls for it."

The Breedex received the message explaning the virus, her ship continued to descend approaching the surface:

"Although this virus may be lethal to your kind we are not in any manner related to humanoids. For that matter the sub-castes which i control through a hive mind do not possence any sembelance of independant cognitive function. As such, we won't be affected. Further more, we can aid you. Secondly, a have robotic Klikiss which i can send out if the need calls for it."

As their ship came down towards the surface, many poorly clothed individuals began to scatter in every direction. Several gunshots rang out, firing at the Breedex ship...

Bump for those who have forgotten

OOC: BUMP for those who have FORGOTTEN!

OOC: Gonna have me a timeskip so the FM can jump in.

The Breedex duly noted the few shots which rang out at her ship, she assumed these were the survivors. Not entierly sure if it was a government response or simply citizens panicking she decided not to retaliate, instead allowing her automatic gravity defense system to open micro blac holes to swallow the shots.

The immense Hive ship hovered a mile above the planets surface, a great smooth trapezoid shaped section of the hull shimmered suddenly, revealing a hanger bay from which emerged two dozen of Klikiss transports. They descended towards the ground, picking out a fairly flat spot of ground, they touched down, dropping ramps and releasing a great variety of Klikiss sub-castes including a great towering chrome coloured Domate and several dozen spiked, ridged warriors armed with spears and trumpet like guns who spread out across the area. The Klikiss moved like one, picking out a spot the drones, directed by the Domate, began to construct something...

The Breedex duly noted the few shots which rang out at her ship, she assumed these were the survivors. Not entierly sure if it was a government response or simply citizens panicking she decided not to retaliate, instead allowing her automatic gravity defense system to open micro blac holes to swallow the shots.

The immense Hive ship hovered a mile above the planets surface, a great smooth trapezoid shaped section of the hull shimmered suddenly, revealing a hanger bay from which emerged two dozen of Klikiss transports. They descended towards the ground, picking out a fairly flat spot of ground, they touched down, dropping ramps and releasing a great variety of Klikiss sub-castes including a great towering chrome coloured Domate and several dozen spiked, ridged warriors armed with spears and trumpet like guns who spread out across the area. The Klikiss moved like one, picking out a spot the drones, directed by the Domate, began to construct something...
Suddenly, hordes of Infected began to charge the area, biting and clawing on every possible thing they could get their hands on. Their attack was perfect, almost as if it was planned as they swarmed the area with their red eyes and inhuman teeth...

The cloaked FM ships began coming through the atmosphere at high speed on the other side of the planet from the large group. They wanted no one to interfere with their business. The shields of the ships would light up a bright purple as they came through. Now it was time to locate the exact source of the message and touch down.

The Klikiss pulled themselves into a protective ring around the trapezoid shaped stone slab they were building from the ground up, it was about one stoery high now but incomplete, metal components poked out of the top, the drones continued to crawl over it, adding blocks of stone and inserting metal parts; oblivious to the battle.

The warriors utilised large trombone like devices as guns. The belched bright green balls of energy, possesing the speed and impact force of a connon ball, the energy ball exploded like a missile when it impacted against something, ground, tree, rabid raving infected human...

The Klikiss Hive ship, hovering safely in the air, switched on it's external teleportal, allowing hundreds of air borne Klikiss drones armed with the trombone like weapons to fly out, spewing the green balls of energy at anything tt wasn't Klikiss or made by Klikiss; the Breedex felt a sense of enjoyment, it was like the Great Swarm, only easier.