NationStates Jolt Archive

( Chapter III )

-Two weeks into the war, Gaian Home Coreworld System

Gaian Palace Tree-

The skyline had seen better days. Imaldris looked out as he saw more than a few smoldering signs of a C-faction assault raid that had been put down, more than a bit bloodily as reports indicated.

The thought rummaged through his head, as he heard in rather hurried footsteps. "We're here! Dang it, let's just do it already!"

Imaldris looks back as Yurika and Akito rush in quite literally, Akito adding to start off 'cheerfully'... "Had to avoid a C-faction Star raid of all things just getting down here. Emerald Fleet is returning from another interception assault."

Keiichi just sighed, just as sleep deprived, at least to the external senses, if not to internal biology, as the rest of them here. "Two weeks of constant attacks." ...little else being said. Belldandy for her part was just silent, war never having been her preference in all these Ages. She felt helpless, as Imaldris walked over and asked of an equally haggard Arch-Commander. "Progress on the invasions?"

The Angelic sighed out.. ":: The beachheads are limited to a seven kilometer radii each. The lack of additional adequate support getting through has limited them to more than raiding attacks to keep us at bay. Their tenacity we should well know why this has lasted this long. ::"

Imaldris nods, and then hits a Comm button. "Bring up the latest."

A large holo-globe emerges above the Council U-round table, with the center a small abstraction of the System. Around, the one parsec line that the Comm-Orb doppelganger signal had limited enemy Fold Nav-comptrollers to, and where now, eighty-six percent of all the battles have been limited. The rest we're still feeling. On and off.

We've neutralized every assault thrown at us, but... we've lost close to a thousand vessels by now. Most of them Droid and Synthetic, but a good seventeen percent of that is Bioform led.

We're losing."

"Poor form." ..came a still cross, if more reserved voice, as most looked at the sight of the Lady Princessa, this as Isarra leaned at the main entryway of the chamber. Belldandy looked over as much as any, more in her son's defense, as Imladris just remarked. "From a numbers standpoint, I cannot say other than the truth. The Greater Warfleets we do not have here, milady.

But I haven't given up yet."

Isarra just shrugged, not ready yet to throw her weight of things in. Instead they heard Yurika speak up next. "We 'have' thrown off the... enemy... from the docks. Enough resource transports have gotten through to the designated collection points, to have repaired seventy percent of the Asset damage already. The Comm-Orb tactic is giving us time.

I just wish we could get the captured units turned around faster."

Imaldris sighed. "I'll deal with that when we are ready. First we have the Needle Plan to deal with. Hopefully to end this all quickly."

Nearby, Commander Arandus spoke up. "Has there been any word from the other Sectors outside ours?"

Belldandy spoke up.. "Washu informs she and Skuld are on schedule. No attacks on the Dornalians are reported as yet. No word of an attack on the Ganoxians yet either for helping us so far, but...

...belief in Creation's thread is too valid in my mind."

Imaldris mulled over that, as I`pa`thru remarked next to Arandus's left. "To be honest, we're lucky to be alive right now. No further Foundation attacks, no attacks on other civilizations yet. Should things be like this, if that Sar`nor has as many vessels and units, even if Synthetic led and all, as Intel warned?"

"Something about that indeed." Imaldris remarked, leaning on the Council table head.

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-Journey Sar`nor-

":: This state of affairs is too conventional, given our capabilities. This is getting intolerable, our losses to a numerically inferior, even if technologically superior, foe. Familial or nor. ::"

One Droid-Synthetic General series just looked back at six more of the same model type. All save one, the one with actual delineation markings of the 'head' of Lady Creation's forces. One of black scarring that could only come from a direct battle with a Dark Ascendancy Dark Lord.

How was not of point, as the unit just remarked. ":: And yet, this is the tactic her Ladyship commands. Our numbers still can eventually overwhelm theirs, and cause actions we can expect. An attack on our position is likely very soon. It's likely our position will be compromised if we remain as well. ::"

Another separate unit, all seven of them having the same vocal actuators, remarks to this point, in a stern manner. ":: We should move now, despite what else. Our attempts to counter the Nanite program tactic have failed. If they get any here, it's over for her Ladyships's plans. ::"

The main General cocks his head, as if he were smiling in a fashion. ":: Her Ladyship has instructed me in this regard. ::"

Their own holo-globe changes over from a similar format that the Council on Coreworld was viewing, to one encompassing much of the Milky Way Core Galaxy. The General points, the scalded, silvery-blue sheen hand pointing in several areas, that light up generally as he speaks.

":: We know that two other civilizations have come to the aid of our cousins. These Dornalians, and the Ganoxians, we have seen tested already. Turning them away from our cousins is unlikely, from after action reports.

Her Ladyship wishes to drag others into the War. This as both furthering the Trial, and as a distraction. ::"

":: A distraction? ::"

":: Yes. Her ladyship wishes to target worlds belonging to these two civilizations. ::"

The Fedral Union...

Mythrandir...

":: Others may be added, at a moments notice, as situation dictate, during this new operation. The plan will be to force the main bulk of the... False followers, of their fleets, from the defense of their Navigational Cordon, to prevent attacks on these civilizations. It is hoped that one of them turns against our cousins, and through us, they become blamed, and force additional civilizations to join in against both our sides. The confusion this could create, would give us time for the next phase to be conducted.

Her Ladyship will then conduct the War as she primarily intends. You two.. ::" ..an aim of eyes at two similar looking General units.. ":: ...will attack them in one hour. Give them little quarter, and broadcast our name as if that of our brethren. By the time they all realize, it will all be done. ::"

One General then asked, sensing more at hand here. ":: And what, will be done in this stead? ::"

The primary Arch-General slit his silver-violet eyes or the Synthetic. ":: Something that will give us each, resources not seen since the wars of the Dark Eternals. A reward befit 'proper' Gaians. ::"

The other Generals semi bow, but most just look at each other.

Something of this, felt.... dark...

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She was concentrating so hard....

...if this worked, she would finally have the same ability that gave her primal Gaian kin of so long ago, a decided advantage over everyone in this Galaxy. She just had to finalize what she had in mind, 'their' only chance of winning this War. At least... as She saw it...

Her eyes sheened with speckles of gray, swimming with raw power that flowed through her, understanding at the limits of science and magic alike, where universal core forces were at her beck, if not immediate call. Instead, she only needed solace, and time.

And those two weeks were up.

Lady Creation was so close. So, so close...


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"I will take Diamond Fleet, and assault the Sar`nor myself. Sapphire Fleet will be as back up."

Keiichi asks quickly, as Yurika is stunned by this sudden announcement. "It can't be that easy you know!"

"And waiting for further attacks isn't what they are expecting anyway. Plus we need to show we can take it to them as well. Object all ye want, this part I 'will' be conducting. I'm giving defense authority to Serene for the remaining fleets that Yurika isn't commanding. Arandus and our team will be with me.

We attack in one hour."

Isarra almost said something, but was cut off more effectively, as Yurika shoutted.. "If you fail, especially if they hit you full blast with that superlaser that copped us bad, then...

..Sire, I should go. Emerald Fleet can do the same job as Diamond."

Imaldris blinked a tic. A number of worried faces looked at him, he had to look away, before stressing. "No. NAY I sayeth. False or not, no matter else, I need to try and reach Creation again myself.

I just....."

Akito snapped enough to object as well. "...I know it was all personal, but don't do this, like this!"

Imaldris however didn't respond as expected. "...something is wrong with her. I need to know why. I don't plan on absconding myself of words, if that is your worry. There's something else entirely here. Something.... behind 'all' of this. Not just the War."

Everyone could only look, as he restated. "One hour. If I fear I am right, we'll know what to do next. Besides, Lind would kill me if I died now."

That brought a few smiles.

An explosion outside, well below at the base of the Palace Tree, killed that.

A sudden sight of an Angel God of all things at a nearby overlook archway just made Imladris as annoyed, as stunned most others. The only words said next before Imladris reacted to a quick challenge. "What a day, ever and ever."

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((OC- This is the continuation of the war. All participating parties please read the following OOC thread post. ))

Lind teleported down as soon as she heard, right at the entrance of the Council Chambers. As soon as she appeared however, she had to side step an Angel God that got literally throw out by her scruff, rather comically at that, as Imaldris's tone snaps from within! "Come back when you have some skill!!"

The intruder is caught by two strong pairs of Avian arms and led away crying... happily? "I've never been beaten so expertly before."

Lind sees and then looked over dryly at Imaldris, whom emerges with a decent huff, adjusting his gauntlets. "Having fun in my stead?"

Imaldris grumbles. "I thought the Angel God class was tougher than that! Blow up a Cruiser and all yeah, but at least stand up to me for more than two seconds! Ergh!"

Yurika just walks up and pats Imlade's right shoulder. "Down bucko, down."

Lind then hears back to the point. "And you keep up the front here Advisor Milady."

Lind quickly asked, and heard in turn what was about to transpire. Lind tried her usual up in his total face routine, as she informed.. "And you were going to tell me when?"

Imladris however imposes his will. "Not this time Milove. That Sar`nor has to be dealt with. 'You' will assist Advisor Yurika on continuing the defense, as well as keep eye on enemy fleet actions beyond us.

After we can spar as proper."

Lind didn't respond, austere as usual, though Yurika patted the same shoulder again. "I said 'down' bucko. Sheesh you youngins listen ill."

Explanations would be painful. Instead Imladris turned to his mother, and asked.. "Milady... uh.. mother? Could you contact the Ganoxians and see if a formal conference can be set up?"

Belldandy read his mind nicely, more than just through the Hikari Link too. "Yes my son. Another solid ally to send some of our resources would help both our causes."

Imladris gave quick nods or looks to the others, before turning and caressing Lind's chin, before striding off. Lind then sighed, as Yurika then added 'again'. "Gee, does not the word 'down' work for ye both?"

"Hardly to a solid nay." Lind smirked out. Just doing 'that' much stunned the ancient, nigh youthful Admiral.

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Two large Fleet Groups stood ready. deployment of thirty something each (each fleet) of mixed Old Republic, Imperial and Separatist model classes, with a Droid Kushan Mothership each, gave both assault groups the ability needed to sow untold confusion to come.

Both Droid Generals sent their code signals to proceed.

The war was ready to spread. It 'was' as simple as that.

Andrew Jackson Memorial Shipyard-Military Complex, Nova Louisiana SSR

Officially, the maps still read the newly renovated Andrew Jackson Memorial Shipyard and the Gaian installations attached as the "Andrew Jackson Memorial Shipyard." The complex itself was somewhat large, so work could continue on regular military vessels without distrupting the sensitive business within. And, on the surface, it looked like not many things had changed, but for the increased security and debris around some of the docks.

However, within the world of top Dornalian authorities--that is, that inner circle of the Comrade Premier, the Commissar of Foreign Affairs and her charges--it was known as the "The Yard."

It was a title that unofficially denoted in a hidden subtext the fact it was producting not just Dornalian ships, but in restricted zones in the shipyard and on the planet itself kept locked so tight it was a wonder anybody got let in at all through the endless pickets of Navy Masters-At-Arms, Marines, People's Acolytes, and sixty different digital defenses, Gaian vessels and awesome new weapons to fight an awesome war against the seemingly unstoppable C-Faction.

And, in a facility built in an abandoned warehouse near the Gaian base on the surface, a new generation of warriors was being trained using technologies the Gaians themselves provided.

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"Alright, bishies! Let's go!"

The men then kept running and running laps around the empty warehouse, pounding pavement to the tune of "I dunno what I've been told/Seefaction Pussy is Mighty Cold!" Wearing distinctly green fatigues, an OD Green unlike any color the Workers State used, they eventually were blown to attention by an angry whistle by a nearby Sergeant, whilst Doctor Edelmira Tennenbaum, the woman who had helped engineer this project, was supervising it all.

"Alright, sumbitches! Line up and grab yer suits!" the Sergeant barked

At that, several racks with hangers came up, and these had some rather unusual looking vests, suits and helmets on them. All looked rather primitive, deceptively like a bastardized version of a US World War II Marine translated into a futuristic context. The men looked reluctantly at them before going up to get their suits.

After putting them on, the Sergeant motioned to a nearby Doctor Tennenbaum, who said simply, "Gentlemen, you have been not told why you are here, only knowing that you are here all because you have done something stellar in your combat records or are of exceptional ability. Many of you are veterans of the Nova Louisianan Wars, the Battle of Mirfak--those few that made it out--the Yevonese War, the United Mankind War, or some war of some sort. Either way, you have proven yourselves."

She then pointed to one man and said, "You there? What's your name?"

"Sergeant Smynkowski, formerly of the People's Navy Marine Corps 1st Marine Division, now commander of first squad, Dornalian Special Warfare Group."

Tennenbaum nodded and asked coyly but curiously, "Ah. Tell me Private, what do you know of the United States Marines?"

Smynkowski replied robotically, "I heard about them as one of the great Martial Cultures we had to study in basic, ma'am!"

Tennenbaum nodded and said, "Indeed." Looking at the crowd of men, she then said, proudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, that Martial Culture you heard Sergeant Smynkowski speak of slew a god. When the United States dropped atomic weapons on Japan in August of ninteenhundred and fortyfive, with by then Marines having driven the Japanese to the homelands from their island bases in bloody fighting, they didn't just beat a nation. They took down a divine emperor, and made him renounce his divinity and forever be only a ceremonial figurehead, good for marine biology but not much else."

She then coughed and said, "You are continuign that legacy. We live in an age of heroes and gods. We are now fighting gods--or beings that are so technologically advanced that they are gods--that would destroy us. Just as the Marines destroyed their divine foe, so shall we."

There were murmurs around the room now. Was she an athiest?

"Now, I am no athiest, no matter what I may think. I respect divine power and respect the sanctity of gods. But, I propose we take the fight to them, to prove to those gods that men have a few tricks up their sleeve, and that we are willing to protect ourselves from those evil deities who would wish to kill those that we are not willing to be killed!"

Murmurs of agreement now filled the room.

"Now, brothers and sisters, it pleases me to announce you are all now part of Project Godcutter. Begin testing and sparring now, so we may have an idea of these suits' power. Be not lax, for we must know. Thank you."

With that, she grew silent, and tests began.

OOC: Not the best post, but I am kinda drowsy.

The first blow of a pitched battle had been struck outside the doors of the White Tower on Mythrandir. Shouts from the fighting drifted along the breezes of the frigid winter air which were only slightly drowned out in the falling snow. A thick blanket of snow already covered the ground within the walls of the great city while the clouds overhead promised more of the fluffy coating.

What were once hedge rows of rose bushes, were now snow covered walls that served as protection as the two armies fought it out in the snow dug trenches. Tiny hands dug into the ground and gathered up as much information as their fingers could hold. Each one knew that their objective was pure and simple. Find the opposing army and bring them down.

A winged helmet of the Mythrandir guard peered up over the lip of the snow trench. Looking around the open garden, a head too small for the heavy helm, scoured the snow for his opponent. The little boy slid down to the belly of the trench and nodded to his companions. All of them understood that there was no sign of the enemy so it was time to move up and out to put and end to harrying attacks that their enemy has employed throughout the battle.

Jumping to catch the edge of the trench, their leader pulled himself up and onto the packed snow that so many feet had trodden. All was quiet save for the wind blowing through open face of the silver helm. Forming up behind him, the commander's army began moving forward to their first point, the fountain.

Everything was proceeding as hoped which only gave the team more courage as they continued on. A slight rustle off to the side caused them all to stop. Waving them forward, he lead his team to investigate the sound coming from one of the many rose walls. Another sound drew their attention further in but something didn't feel right. Turning to push his team back the other way, the leader caught a glimpse of what his suspicions were warning him of.

From behind came the attack as one of his teammates was laid low. Snowballs began filling the air and the children ran back to their trench for protection. Return fire came from the trench as the other children making up the opposing army charged out into the garden. Snowballs flew back and forth as the icy weapon of choice collided the fur coats of the children playing.

The Elders and a number of the Citadel Guards watched in amusement as the children played. It was the day of the Winter Festival and the sky had opened up with enough snow to warrant the name for the day. Sebastian had invited a number of the city's children into the gardens to play in the snow. It had started out with the children building snow sculptures or just rolling around in the cold until someone let loose a snowball. To the onlookers, it appeared as if some unspoken rule had been broken and thus war was declared.

A number of the children had come over asking to borrow some of the armor belonging to the guards. Smiling, the guards relinquished helms and capes for the children to use in their mock battle. How small the children appeared when those great helms were placed on their heads or when the children had to hop so as to not trip over their capes.

It was times like these that made Elder Sebastian pleased that he had become an Elder. Watching the children play and enjoy their innocence gave his duties meaning and life fulfillment.

"Everyone! Come inside! I've got hot Cocoa and cookies!" said the voice that fulfilled the other half of his life. Sebastian turned with a smile to see his wife, Sarah, waving from the threshold of the Tower.

It was as if some silent truce had been called. Every child alike halted what they were doing at the beckoning. Screams of joy rang in the winter air as they ran for the Tower, crowding around the skirt hem of Sarah.

The woman turned to the older gathering. “Elders, bring yourselves inside and warm up around the fire. There’s enough drink and food for you as well.”

Sebastian shook the snow from his heavy fur coat and nudged his friends onward. “Elders, Captains, my faithful companions; let’s get out of this winter mix and enjoy the pleasures of innocence.”

“Bah, ain’t ‘nough cookies dere to fill da belly of a dwarf.” Thrandur grunted and trudged through the snow to enter the White Tower. The others shared a laugh and followed the hungry but otherwise pleasant, dwarf.

The Terran Federation was at a time of great peace , things were calm, people were happy , it was ten years after the steppe empire was driven from the alpha quadrant, ten years to the day. President Logan sat at his desk, his eyes focusing on a holographic report that fluttered just above his desktop. What he was looking at where the latest poll numbers, he smiled to him self as he saw a fifty percent approval rating. This was due in large part that he wasn’t a war time president, and things had been good, economically , militarily and diplomatically. Logan flicked the holo screen off and sat back on his chair his hands folded, he swung around looking out of a large well decorated window with long blue and gold drapes. His eyes where focused on the massive city that surrounded his office, pillars of metal and white stretching as far as the eye can see strait in to the sky, various shapes and sizes of them streaking in to the blue cloudless brightly lit sky.

Mean while at the Hyperion ship yards...

The cold blackness of space was broken by the odd glow of the red stormy nebula, violently it mixed and turned particle streams rushing forth every witch way, this violent torrent of ionized plasma and particle storms concealed some thing very dear to the union. It was one of the largest most advanced shipyards in the alpha quadrant. The shipyards where abuzz with activity the massive metal string like tendrils Serviced many ships, ranging from massive behemoths to small mini frigates, these ships stayed dock on these fluid like tendrils, tentacle like appanages sliding out from the docking ports in to the super structure of the ships. How ever deeper inside the complex in between massive ring world like things, and service tendrils there was a particular prize. A heavily modified Specter class cruiser, only known as the warlord. The warlord was a massive ship just as all specter cruisers are, over two thousand meters long, its body was sleek and smooth, it wasn’t grey or blue or even metal it seemed, it was a yellow form with black coloring randomly spaced with yellow. This was the first of what was to become many of the same design. An advanced bio ship its form paling in comparison to the metal utilitarian structure built around it , in contrast to its construction. It lay silent, like a beast awaiting to be woken from its hibernation to feast on enemy souls. It was nearly complete, only a few more components to the beast needed to be installed inside.

Back on Savara..

The day was an inferno, Mr John Barnett stood in the center of a massive city looking around, his white loose and laid back suit in sync with the rest of the city, pastel colored building ran down a boulevard lined by small and mid sized sky scrapers, the sun was beading down on him and the white metal ground, his black shoes reflecting some of it , he started to walk down the strip, hundreds of people seemingly passing him every moment talking to each other, or speaking in to their imbedded holophones. Barnett was a local federal agent in charge of various things, including ports. He mumbled to him self as he walked down the long strip, various holographic signs popping up on the sides of the contrasting buildings advertising products. Music echoed through the streets like old eighties style earth music, it ripped through the street , being played from various people on the corner and inside of the establishments. The sky was filled with the usual shuttle traffic, and people on the ground were rushing on to the street corner transpads to teleport themselves where ever they needed to go, of course some had personal transporters implanted or small chips to automatically teleport themselves with out the use of pads.




John mumbled to him self yet again passing by two some what... under dressed ladies. One blonde one Burnett, both with widely attractive forms and large mounds on their chests hidden only by a small string covering the more Impolite parts.


“A hundred and five, bloody hell thank god for these frictionless air suits”...

He smiled at the ladies and winked, his holographic sun glasses displaying information on every thing from Temperature , to distances to bio scans to explosive scans. Of course like some of his colleges back at the buero, he’d opted not to get these sort of biometrics implanted inside of his eyes and head. He slipped around the corner of an ally, to this small bar nestled inside of a blue and white pastel colored building that was two stories tall, it had a tan over hang, he walked in to the significantly cooler yet festive environment, his blue eyes peering over the large crowd of various people , he smiled walking towards the bar, sitting down he said to the bar tender, keeping his eye on the crowd.

“Hey buddy, get me two malt sea knockers, im waitin for some one”

The bartender was a holographic avatar, she smiled and bowed her form flickering as the particles and gravatic that made up her body manipulated various things, she responded.


“Heh, sea knocker eh... Must be quite a guest, who’s the lucky lady or man?”

John looked up and said with a some what laid back tone.

“It’s a man who works at the manifold nexus, and its not a date.. Its information about... a shipment of certain items coming in, you wouldn’t happen to know any thing about that would you?”


“Of course I don’t Mr Bernett , you know I'm never involved in those certain activities..”

“Save it sweet pea” he responded harshly “I know you well enough to know you know a lot of people so give it to me strait before this bozo comes along and tries to lead me on the wrong path, and I end up trying to make a deal with some one that knows my cover and wants to kill me. Or may I remind you about various illegal alterations to your programing you and others have made that could get you shut down for rewriting or even worse put in a cyber prison..”

“Ok .. Ok” she said almost pleadingly “you got me, the guy is gonna lead you on the strait and narrow, he knows who’s shipping the stuff in at the nexus , lets just say they are from out of town. What ever this stuff is .. Its big and their supposed to be shipping back some other goods but I don’t know what they are honest I don’t.”

She said this as she put of the two blue frothy drinks on the black table top, another eighties song starting to play, the pink neon lights around the bar table counter and ceiling corners contrasting with the blue ones on the floor and around the doors. As the song blue moon began to play a balding man walked up, he was in a white some what odd looking jump suit, only it wasn’t tight to his body but loose, his neck was sealed, it was all white with some gold lines running like wires through his form.

John looked over and sighed , he sat back picking up his sea breeze knocker and looked over to the man motioning him over, the balding man rushed over seemingly quickly sitting down at the stool, John took a sip of the tangy sweet liquor tasting blue liquid , he smiled putting the glass down.

“What ups Kim?”

The man responded saying as he took his glass sipping it as well.

“Nothing much man, Right so lets get down to business. We have a shipment of exotic goods coming in from some place, the transcends wouldn’t tell me what it was but I hear its some good shit.”

“Wait... The Transcends are involved in this?!” John exclaimed

“Yeah... where have you been dude its been obvious from the start, who else can push this stuff.. Frankly I knew you would like the idea so I waited to tell you”

The man responded with a laugh.

“Yeah its like a surprise party in my pants.. Any way your getting stuff in, but do you send stuff out?”

John sat back sipping on his blue drink again, looking at the man do the same.

Kim responded placing one hand on his own lap.

“Well We’re sending out weapons.. Good grade weapons, disruptors.. Muskets... even crossbow luanchers. Mainly small arms.”

John smiled and said “I see.. Well we can do this thing then, because what if I told you I have access to various weapon suppliers”

Obviously Barnett was lying but he could get the stuff any way for show at least.

Kim smiled and laughed a bit “

Well then we have a deal, im sure our benefactors might look proudly on this, come with me with the cash tomorrow , down by Vice port industrial area, we’ll make the exchange there..”

The president, the senate nor any one in the government knew where the guns were going or what supplies were bing imported, the transcends kept their business very hushed.. It was odd john thought never has a transcend been involved with some sort of illicit activity such as this, it was unheard of they where beyond the material plane, constricted only to the manifold nexus’s they communally inhabit creating literally their own universe. Thinking beyond flesh bone and even empathic thoughts...

One of the Droid Generals growled as the other equivalent Fleet Commander snapped in kind. ":: Do try to cause 'some' damage, this foray must have tears behind it to count. ::"

And in harsh kind. ":: I'll expect you to 'try' the same. ::"

":: SILENCE! ::" ..came the Arch-General's voice snapped out. ":: These synthetic emotional outbursts do not befit our programming. Focus on your assigned duties if you wish not to be replaced. We 'do' have backup units of our kind to use, if your results do not meet Her Par of needs. ::"

":: Yes General. ::" ...came both of them back. At that, both began snapping orders to their mainly Droid piloted warships. Their standard preparatory routines having little note, as both fleets made ready.

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Imladris gave a quick look over at his Holo-status screen, and saw Diamond Fleet was ready. Sapphire was on standby. The sounds of readying for battle just as imperative.

"Hope you're not going without us."

Imaldris looked behind him... "Gee, my triad best friends? Like I could."

Arandus, I`pa`thru and Karl walk up as a Glassian Commander comes up. "The Fleet Envelope Fold is ready. Your order sire?"

"Same drill as all the other battles so far. This time a formal Alpha strike as soon as we arrive."

There was little sweeter sound than a well oiled crew, especially one that I`pa`thru snapped double into action without Imaldris intending it. Karl just grimaced. "She's on the ball today."

"WHAT WAS THAT!??!"

"Nothin."

Imaldris just whispered to Arandus. "Time in the Regen-unit hasn't changed them."

They both ignored the 'looks' they got, as Arandus calls out. "Give the count!"

":: ~ Two minutes to Fleet Fold. ~ ::"

The overcomm just heightened the sense of battle in their hearts. Imladris just whispered. "Let this War end today."

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"No! The power conduits will be better if the wrapping spiderglass is at 77% around the iso-feed lines! 75% will just leak too much waveguide into the info-lines!"

"Stop overlaying everything Skuld! 75% is good enough to handle combat needs!"

"Not if we interfere with systems and 'keep' our guys from even fighting!!"

"Your way is 'just' as effective there lady!!"

Saki just walked by (fast) as a Valkyrian Commander with her just rolled her eyes. "Washu and Skuld, Skuld and Washu."

"Aye, such a pair."

They look at the keels already well taking shape. However one keel was starting to take an entirely unexpected shape, a surprise the Gaian contingent had suddenly planned, no less than three days into the project.

But what? (Not that the arguing was telling much.)

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Belldandy and Keiichi walked simply to the Foreign Advisory Office, Keiichi remarking as the Office was still relatively ill used. "Hate to say it, but I miss Peorth."

"Yes my dear."

Belldandy then walked over and called out. "Please locate our Ganoxian allies still inSystem please."

":: ~ Locating Milady. ::" ..came from an all around encompassing Synthetic voice-comm. Belldandy waited with her hands across her low abdomen, while Keiichi leaned on a nearby desk of white marble and living wood of the Palace Tree itself.

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": We are Folding now General! :"

This essentially the same report, exacting even, from two Droid Commanders, as two Fleets suddenly Folded from view of the Sar`nor, more than sixty various craft in three distinct focus groups in each fleet, attempting to both cause heavy damage and land assault Droids and Angel Gods, each on some form of a primary target, all left in a blaze of gleaming light.

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It was caught by Command Core-palace Tree immediately! "Two new enemy Folds commencing!!"

The Avian Commander on constant duty, having kept awake mainly by simu-sleep packs that gave artificial stimulant to the REM cycle, among other sleep aids that managed to not require a citizen soul to actually sleep, just looked over, having seen too many enemy Folds in the past week to bother get excited about anymore. "~ Calm dear. Triangulate from Comm-Orbs and report as usual. ~"

"Aye.... uh.... oh crud... Sir, they're not headed for us."

That perked the Avian up more than before. "~ Is it as warned? ~"

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((OC- Need some 'idea' where they both end up. Up to individual authors to say where.))

Tennenbaum got to sit back as she witnessed a spectacle perfectly suited for Hollywood. The men started out slow at first. Kicking dummies, participating in live fire drills at paper targets, performing gymnastic routines in record time and generally doing most standard miltary drill. Tennenbaum stood back and nodded, taking down the results. She then smiled, and then nodded. This went on for about an hour.

Then, Tennenbaum, in her generally spastic style upped the ante. She then said, "Javier, I have to configure a few things. Please instruct the men to increase the power settings on their suits and add live sparring with one another." Javier nodded, and called for the men to assemble. Before long, they did so, and Javier said simply, "Sirs, the Doctor has instructed you to increase the power settings on your personal suits. And to add on a large component of personal sparring."

Before long, the men increased the power settings on their suits, and begin sparring with one another after doing their drills. The sights and sounds immediately ramped up from being mundanely superhuman to absoluely absurdly flashy and powerful. Men and women lept into the air, punching and kicking one another as they lept off the walls, hovered in the air, and projected blasts of energy at one another. It got to the point where the combat nearly spilled outside, whereupon Tennenbaum called it to a halt.

She made some notes, and smiled. Things were going well.

Amongst the multiple systems in all of the universe, one sat in the midst of an all encompassing asteroid belt. The system itself was rather unremarkable as only one world was inhabited. Planet Thralk was home to an exotic race of griffons that now held power on the Elder Council as they were brought into the fold of the Kingdom of Mythrandir so long ago.

During that time, the asteroid belt had been fortified as it was seen as a wonderful means of defense. Now dubbed Jericho, the wall surrounding the Aero System was a silent sentry on the constant lookout for any would be invader that would seek to strike once more at Mythrandir and take away all that they held precious in their lives. Squadrons of goblin fighters were on constant patrol along with the Knights as the moved from rock to rock on their inspections. But only the surface of Jericho's defense was seen by this while the rest of its life thrived from within.

Floating above the planet Thralk, rested the 4th fleet of Mythrandir commanded by Captain Shazir and Captain Raven Claw. The dark elf and griffon made an ironic pair though complimented one another perfectly. Shazir was not one to hold to the religious nuances of the griffons. Preferring to bask in the moments of Chaos as was by the teaching of the Goddess Urshula, the dark elf held a certain respect in the Forge with not many others willing to work alongside him. However, Raven Claw was different. The midnight black feathered creature did not seem to care in the least for Shazir's practices nor did they affect his judgment during battle. It was for that reason that Shazir had come to develop a sort of fondness for the griffon.

Still, Raven Claw was one of several thousand and Shazir never counted anyone among friends that were not of his own kind.

Shazir's fleet had positioned themselves around the planetary defense in their typical formation as they ran inspections of incoming and outgoing ships. Protecting Thralk was an assignment that often bored the dark elf since few knew of its location or even of its existence. How he longed for the glory of battle where armies would clash and the screams of the dead and dying would fill the air. Unfortunately such joyous sounds would never reach his pointed ears in the vacuum of space.

Perhaps that was why he envied Lieutenant Tark, the only other dark elf that had accompanied him to guard Thralk. Tark was now commander of the garrison Warriors on Thralk and its ground defense. Just as Shazir was preparing to jump for his shift on the system's patrol, Tark had put in a request to transfer to Thralk for a time. Shazir didn't understand why since home was back on Mythrandir but he was never one to care about personal lives. All that mattered was Tark had the chance to sink his blade into an opponent's flesh and watch life vanish from their eyes. Perhaps Urshula would grant him the thrill of open battle once more.

As the Captain's thoughts wondered the vastness of time and space, a siren sounded throughout the Avenger Battleship. Shazir leaned forward in his throne chair to better study the situation. His crew hurried back to their stations and went to work tapping through their runic alphabet to pull up orders and the cause for the ship's sensors sounding.

"Status?" Shazir asked with mild interest.

"Captain. We've detected an unknown fleet that has jumped in system. Ship designs match a few of our databases, mostly information given to us by allies but nothing we've encounter personally. Should I alert the Elders?"

Shazir waved a hand at the woman to silence the notion. "Don't bother. Contact the ships first then inform Lieutenant Tark that he may want to prepare for a ground assault. Link Captain Raven Claw with us as well."

"Already done Captain."

The dark elf raised a white eyebrow at the spunky woman officer. "Very well."

Raven Claw's image folded into existence on the bridge. The griffon's birdlike head bobbed ever so slightly as he spoke through his translator. "I have noted the unexpected arrival as well. Bodes ill it does."

"If they've come looking for a fight, then they've come to the right place. Take control of arming the defense grid and contacting Jericho command. I'll speak with our 'guests' and lieutenant Tark."

The griffon nodded his head just as the screen melted away like sand in the wind. Communications were quickly sent through system to outlying posts and down to planet Thralk alerting commanders of the potential threat.

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Tark had transferred to the griffon home world simply because he needed to be further from the Elders until he could control the hunger urges of his now sentient blade. Control had been the constant battle between the dark elf and sword but for the time being, Tark had won every encounter. That did not excuse the possibility that one of the Elders might discover his secret.

So it was with that precaution that Tark found himself on the tropical world of Thralk. Any other dark elf would have been burdened by the sunlight and humidity that was a constant companion, but Tark's relationship with the entrap Childer spirit from the old Balroggan world of Byron.

Tark entered into the control room of SIREN, one of the many massive communication arrays that kept all of the kingdom linked together. A message came through the wire and one of the guards played it through.

The dark elf crossed his arms and rested them easily on the hilt of his volatile blade. "So, someone has come knocking on our door. Rally the Warriors and activate the Uruks. I want squadrons of goblin fighters ready to cover the air."

"Yes lieutenant."

Tark walked out into the sunlight then looked up, with a hand shielding his eyes, as if he could see into space itself and the very potential invaders. From his hip came the familiar mental probing.

Feed me.

The dark elf felt the hilt of his blade and smiled. "Patience. Wars come and go but we are eternal."

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Attention unknown fleet. You have entered our sovereign space. State your origins and your intentions. Failure to comply will result in your termination.

(Apologies for the lack of quality but I wanted to get this up before I left for the weekend. I should be back in town Monday.)

Captain Lingun, or rather admiral, finally was getting some well deserved rest once again, this time Jilneas was commanding the bridge in his stead allowing him to sleep, "Play time can come later," she whispered into his ear before he walked off smiling. His fleet never left the system since it was attacked almost two weeks ago, defending an ally against what seemed to be all of civilization's very enemy. In actuality another battlegroup had entered the system to reinforce Lingun, GSF Battlegroup-F06, Floron, with Fleet Admiral Dmitri Usolev in command. in addition with some replacements for the two other severely exhausted groups. Beforehand, Lingun watched as heavily damaged ships manage to limp away in jury rigged hyperdrives reminiscent of the ones Frenck managed to pull out of his ass on the Belldandy's "two year tour" in one of the "calms", as some personnel have begun to call the period in between attacks. The fresh bloods began to set up in position around the planet much like the previous two had done two weeks ago. With the authority of the council Lingun had been given a battlefield promotion to fleet admiral and command of the three battlegroups, christening it Expeditionary Fleet L-01, to which his crew gave a small celebratory cheer for his promotion and the formation of the new fleet, noting that he had deserved it, after staying in the battle with them all for so long. Lingun only smirked a little at the cheer, but got right back to business shortly after, to which the crew smiled as they continued their work for their commander. Usolev chimed in with a congratulatory message and began to work with Lingun on strategy, deciding where his group would do best.

Five minutes into his rest he was suddenly awakened by some sort of alarm, to which he reached out his arm to set it. A display switched on, showing Jilneas a bit confused as to what Lingun was doing. "Um...this isn't a wake up call, stop trying to hit snooze, sir."

"Huh..? Wha..?"

"Sir we are receiving a message from our allies, they wish to set up a formal conference at some point."

"I'm on my way," he said groggily fumbling out of bed. He walked into the bridge still buttoning up his tunic, his uniform now updated to his current rank, and sat down at the TacDis. "Alright, whats going on now?"

"They're interested in meeting with us on a formal matter," Jilneas reminded him once again.

"Well lets see. Locally I don't see any viable meeting places without being found out and blown to smithereens," he said turning on HoloDis 5.\

Jilneas nodded as she leaned down next to him, "What about Iron Gate?"

"What about Iron Gate? That's in New Ganoxa, are you suggesting we hole the meeting there?"

"Well I always imagine it to be a sort of conference holding world. What with the scenery and such?"

Lingun narrowed his eyes at her, "You just want to go there..?"

"Trust me its a good place for the meeting. Its not very populated due to it being Class 3 and its away from more populated worlds in the system, like our home."

"And you just want to go there..."

Jilneas paused a little then conceded with a nod, not looking into Lingun as he chuckled a little. "Alright, alright," he turned his chair over to the comms.

"This is Fleet Admiral Lingun replying to Gaian allies over location of a formal conference. Noting that the situation here is too hot to conduct such a meeting, I suggest that we have it someplace not in a combat zone, yet. My suggestion would be a world within my home system of New Ganoxa, on the volcanic world of Iron Gate. We sending information (http://z15.invisionfree.com/Ganoxa/index.php?showtopic=39) on this world and coordinates to you as we speak."

Sensor outpost thirty one near system 091A..

“Commander” Said a young male ensign suspended in an anti -grav field with three dimensional renditions of space around him, allowing him to see objects several light years away.

An older commander responded his brown eyes peering up to the young man suspended in the field, he said with an intrigued voice. “You have some thing ensign?”

The ensign nodded, he shifted his body over looking down to the commander saying in a calm and collective voice.

“Sir we’re detecting faster than light signatures and several ships entering federation space”

“What!” the commander exclaimed standing up from his hovering chair, his blue uniform well pressed and well kept, he placed his hands behind him folding them.


“They are of unknown origin and signature..”

The commander quickly looked up to the ensign again starting to bark orders in a clam yet urgent voice.


“Alert any ships or groups in the area, lets hope they don’t come towards this star system before those ships can intercept them the station is to be put on status two alert I repeat status two”

The ensign nodded, suddenly two avatars appeared, shimmering in to existence, their smooth female forms lit with bright white lights, they looked to the commander said in tandem”

“Sir shall we engage automated defense systems as well?”

The commander responded sitting back down on his hovering chair.

“Yes but keep them on passive only if things get hairy then let loose”

“Yes sir” the avatars responded, suddenly the stations lights became dimmer the large yet quite command center went from light to dark, holographic renditions of space around it began poping up every place replacing normal consoles , images of ships battle groups and other things could be seen.

5th fleet Carrier Task force 54, UTS John Adams ... several light years from incursion..

Commander styles Looked up at the holographic monitor, the battle avatar standing next to him in her Athena like war armor rendition. Styles looked over to her and asked with a hand on his chin as if he was thinking.

“What have you received from the outpost by that planet? Any indication of hostile movement?”

“None yet sir” she said in a tough commanding voice that echoed through the massive command center of the Abraham Lincoln class carrier.

Styles grunted slightly and then said “All-right prepare fro tactical jump , condition red...”

the female avatar nodded, with that the twelve ship force began to open white and blue portals a portal for each ship the portals crackled with energy, tendrils of lighting like power stretching forth and out in to the quotidian darkness of space , they were sucked in each portal closing behind them . the John Adams was a massive 4 km long battle carrier Its form was ominous and imposing. It was escorted by two smaller yet equally imposing 2 km cruisers. Smaller destroyers and frigates made up the rest of the fleet . Several moments passed , the dark mundane space above the ships that had appeared dangerously close to a federation world became violent, crackling slip points ripped through the darkness, the three larger ships moving in first, ominously slowing over the other ships. The smaller fleet flanked them opening slip points on either side as well as above and bellow making the fleet form in a defensive loose formation. Their forms where loomed in the darkness, like great sleeping beast ready to punish those fool hearty enough to fool with them.

Commander styles, growled slightly, his uniform was well pressed and fit well on him, he had a slender build with brown hair and blue eyes, he placed his hand on a holographic console in front of him it flickered sending pulses of various colors over his pale skin. He didn’t like the situation at all but he wasn’t about to start a shooting mach with unknowns. He looked up to Athena the avatar warring the Greek armor and said.

“Send a message to them all channels don’t engage the faster than light inhibitor just yet, we don’t know what they want..”

The avatar nodded, she began to speak in a harsh tough yet diplomatic voice at the same time, her voice echoed through channels towards the unknown contacts.

“This is the United Terran Ship John Adams, you have entered Terran space, please identify yourselves at once..”

The large Command center became darker with red klaxons starting to blare, the ship was on full alert its defensive shields online but its weapon systems still passive. Styles awaited a reply standing up again placing his hands behind his back.

The Federation had become incredibly more militarized due to its encounter with various factions, as well as the need to secure the alpha quadrant, the heart and soul of the federation was dedicated to defending its freedom civilians and military personnel alike. They would fight tooth and nail to protect their sovereignty. For every light year of space an enemy would move in to, they would make sure they would be up to their heads in blood....

Belldandy's eternal patience was well rewarded, as the Ganoxian coordinates were received. Keiichi looked at them and blinked. "Volcanic? Might need to update the skin protection nanites a bit."

Bell giggled and then answered back to... "Fleet Admiral Lingun. I'd like to personally attend to discuss an allied placement of our resources, to benefit both our star realms. The situation is as imperative to us, as it is beneficial to your citizen souls. Please inform when a time of meeting is acceptable to your auspices. We await with patience as required."

"Nice."

Belldandy just smiled back to her love of many Ages.

Their smiles however were doused when Serene's voice snaps into the chamber Office overComm! ":: C-faction vessels are attacking two other nations Advisors!!! ::"

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:: Attention unknown fleet. You have entered our sovereign space. State your origins and your intentions. Failure to comply will result in your termination. ::

:: This is the United Terran Ship John Adams, you have entered Terran space, please identify yourselves at once. ::

What came back in return, was essentially an exact signal, despite it being two separate signals, that were broadcast very widely open, with the same image of a silvery-pearlescent Droid General type unit, with a voice modulator and mind with only one harsh intent.

:: ~ By Her Will, we are here to make War. Our IFF will identify us as the lost of the Ascended that have come with blood and fire in our tone. By Her said Will, you will all Die! ~ ::

Such was their programming, training, and routine makeup, that both Generals, in two different places, order at the same exact moment 'there' as well... ":: Release all units! Combat Mapping Scanners to maximum! hardcode all data to Sar`nor for the Second Waves! All weapons free and at will!!

Make them fight for their lives!! ::"

The mixed sight of gleaming white hulls of several warship classes, lead by an SSD each, suddenly seemed to explode out, as starfighters and mecha, piloted and Synthetic alike, flood out in a good torrent, as the forward Separatist Class Frigates and Victory, Venator and Acclamator warships begin moving forward, while the Droid General then orders for the Droid Battleship Carriers.. ":: Prepare to Short Fold to interior targets for immediate invasion. I want fear in their hearts by the end of this day! ::"

": Acknowledged. :" A Droid Commander snapped and made the necessary orders to the onboard units.

As soon as the very forward elements of the two fleets drew barely even close, their initial fire of blue laced death lanced out to whatever initial effect!!

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Imaldris stabbed his head forward!! "What did you say!??!"

The Persocom just gulped back. "Two enemy fleets are attacking other nations. We're still attempting to identify who's."

Imaldris felt very cold, as the Fold ZPC ignition cycle reached it's zenith. "Tis... is bad." ...as Diamond Fleet began it's own Fold to try and end the War.

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Lind and Serene just looked as Belldandy's holoimage imparted. ":: We need to send something to stop them. ::"

Lind then snaps. "I'll take the Valkyrian Fleet to one of the target and assist."

Serene nods, before Yurika's image pops up!! ":: I heard! I'll take Emerald Fleet and two Droid Fleets to back up. Lind, you will take two as well! ::"

Lind nods stiff! "Let's go then!"

Serene adds. "I'll keep an eye on the home front."

They didn't dally, and appropriate personages teleported onsite as fast as Gaian physics allowed. Getting the fleets to ready and Fold would take several minutes to coordinate.

This left both targets to their initial fate.

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Saki heard just as soon after. She ran up and told the news to a shocked Washu and Skuld!

"Oh, this could be very very bad for us." Washu quickly assessed.

Skuld gulped. "Could another nation mistake our older vessels for our own? No one else knows our IFF codes yet."

Washu only looked away.

"We can start as soon as possible. Admiral Usolev can take over command of my fleet in my stead while I am away. Also I am sure the Council will attend in one way or another."

Jilneas was smiling a bit at the thought of visiting the world, to which Lingun sighed, they were going to the world for diplomatic reasons not for some vacation. Oh well, better make the most of this, Lingun shrugged.

Several minutes later

"Sir command protocol has been successfully transferred to the Floron, and hyperdrive coordinates are set." a tech reported.

"Alright, prepare for jump."

"Yes sir, jumping in 5...4...3...2...1."

The Belldandy was seen breaking from the fleet formations and sped off into hyperspace towards their destination of Iron Gate.

Meanwhile in the mess hall Nisa looked on as Seli slept on the table not eating, nor touching his food. Due to the constant attacks his unit, First Platoon, was sent out on special missions in Shield fighters, to obtain every piece of information on the enemy to the point of gathering physical samples such as wreckage and debris. His snoring brought a piece of mind to Nisa as she simply smiled and picked up his plate, heading for the counter. Suddenly she felt a tug on her dress. A little surprised she looked back and found that Seli was the one that did so, looking up.

"Where are you going with that?" he asked smiling, a bit still exhausted but he had worked up the energy to at least enjoy Nisa's food. Nisa placed the plate back down, smiling back and sat beside him.

"How is it?"

"I love it. Your cooking always cheers me up." he said with his mouth full, still stuffing more food.

"Its rude to speak with your mouth full, as my grandma always said."

Seli swallowed the food quickly, "Sorry." he smiled rubbing his head.

Nisa picked up both plates and headed for the counter once again, looking back only to find Seli sleeping once more, this time with more of a smile than a frown. Nisa simply let him rest and sat down by his side, till she fell asleep on the table just watching him be so peaceful.

As all that occurred, Tennenbaum's little pet project was unfolding smoothly enough. By now, the personnel had been given lectures about the capabilities of their power suits, with Tennenbaum jawing away as she poked at images on a blackboard that consisted of schematics and statistics, with frequent quizzes and practical exercises on the care and maitenance of their new war machines. Whatever the men didn't memorize by Tennenbaum's finely honed educational process was drilled in later on by the occasional use of what the Marine Commandos dubbed "Direct Learning." It was a practice that basically consisted of using a combination of Force Suggestion and Subliminal Messaging to drill in the tough subject whilst the subject was asleep, or hypnotized, or likely both. Admittedly, Tennenbaum was no fan of the procedure, and remarked it was better suited to the realms of science fiction (OOC: The procedure is partially adapted from Heinlein's original "Starship Troopers.").

Runs and marches were made in them, PT was made in them, and even more sparring exercises and weapons training were made in them. In particular, the men got used to their new arms. Though hefty and somewhat old-looking, even with modern furniture on the guns, Tennenbaum had to bring in extra blast shields to contain the explosions generated. And, there was the little matter of the nuclear RPGs. The men were shipped to another part of Nova Louisiana, a desolate world, to test out their deadly new toys. Needless to say, many explosions were witnessed, all mushroom shape, all of considerable force.

It was on this desolate world that she was contacted by General Graves, her handler. But that's something for another thread. For now, the only thought on her mind was how to produce something that would win wars, especially with the sights she knew at the Battle of Andy Jackson. Even safe in her lab in Buenos Aires, she knew the C-faction wasn't anything to shake a stick at. And as she escorted her men back to the planet below Andy Jackson to billet them for the night, she mused and wondered, "What now?"

She would get her chance soon enough.

The shields on the ships rippled as they were hit, a cornucopia of blue and white rippling across the surface of the bubble shield as the beams struck them. Klaxons blared, red light bathed the bridge.
Styles stood up quickly, they hadn’t even given his message a chance, quickly looking over to the female avatar he nodded barking out orders in a stern manner.

“All batteries return fire I repeat all batteries return fire, load all missile tubes, launch all fighters, Fire SKV’s at the largest ship Engage gravatic ECM suites!”

Order after order was followed, personnel, droids, holographic avatars all working in tandem. Every ship in the carrier group unleashed their fury the mundane darkness of space that was broken by enemy fire was soon to be bathed in death and the blood.

Electro magnetic launchers energized with a buzz, large archer I missiles where loaded and primed tubes opened up with a hiss. A crackling sound was heard through out the decks near the tubes this was the sigh that missiles where on their way already, hundreds upon hundreds of missiles rippled out one by one in rapid succession from each tube, the hue of blue from their engines appearing several meters away from the hull making them race towards the enemy ships. Hulls rippled to life, thousands of white and blue crackling disruptor beams flung out in to space arching towards various enemy ships at once. Red conversion beams followed suit, slicing through space followed by packets of white pulses rapidly firing from what seemed to be every point along the hulls of the ships. SKV shells raced from the gun emplacements that opened up along the hull of the larger battle carriers, shells bolted out in to the darkness of space with a yellow hue over them, at 80% they quickly gained space, as they got close enough to unleash their payloads the shells imploded, crushing themselves in to a dark crackling point that seemed to expand for a little bit, arcs of invisible radiation spread out from these points as they traveled disrupting space, gravity and absorbing light in to them like the lord of darkness him self space and light bent in to them swirling in to a distorted yet fascinating pattern .



SA-22 Stalkers and SA-42H Dragon furies where launched, Major Michel M Johnson was piloting the former, the screaming stalkers they were called Part of the CVF-950 squadron. He Placed his hand on the control surface gripping it tightly as the fighter it self was lunged from the side pods of the ships , hundreds of fighters from each cruiser and the battle carrier it self swarmed space to intercept enemy craft. The stalker jerked slightly as it was pushed out leaving the fighter bay. Mike jerked the stick to the side making the fighter bank violently and on a dime to the right calling out on the D space radio he said.

“This is Alpha Tango Calling out Bravo tango, all units brake baring vector one niner eight fiver , I repeat all units brake and engage the enemy but hang back of those capital ships draw them away”

The swarm of federation fighters broke, each of them forming in to squadrons of four or five, they hung back as order vectoring and baking in erratic maneuvers side to side up and down, the hue of blue from their engines resonating out in to space , Mike’s sensors locked on to an enemy mobile suit, he pulled back hard on the control stick jerking his SA-22 stalker up on a dime, his megneto drives roaring out, the noise reverberating through the cockpit, sweat dripping over his masked forehead. He tapped down on the stick, two bays opened up with haste under the craft letting loose two missiles, rolling the craft to the side and banking away he watched as the missiles guided towards their targets at high speeds, the hue of blue racing behind them. Not giving any one time to lock on to him he banked to the other direction making sure his maneuver where erratic, he strafed from side to side up and down and even diagonally moving at extreme speeds. The rest of the fighters did the same, letting loose torrents upon torrents of missiles banking to every witch side swarming around each other and strafing to confuse the enemy even engaging tactical slip jumps at a few points. Huffing with adrenaline Mike called out again as he pulled the stick back and forth side to side and up to down.

“All fighters keep the pressure on, keep ranged fire if you need to close, close and gun these bastards down!”

Styles looked onward, space was now bathed in the elegance of federation fire power space was being sliced by beams of crackling power every witch way , his eyes focusing on the utter ominous event that was unfolding. He looked up to the female avatar who was standing by looking out with him, he ordered in a soft voice.

“Start maneuver alpha beta omega... I want our ships to confuse the hell out of them!”

This was a common maneuver in open space combat, the fleet would jump to random points swarming the enemy from medium to long ranges firing bursts of fire for short periods of time in both closing and distancing maneuvers using FTL, space was of course three dimensional so ships would hit the top of the formations, bottom of the formations and both sides front and back at the same time. Fighting was done any place from point blank range to medium range (several million KM) to long range ( a light minuet - an AU or two). Slip points crackled open engulfing the small task force fighters slip jumped as well appearing at another random spot, it was done in rapid succession another volley of fire racing towards the enemy at high speeds as they came to stop again. This maneuver also called from the implication of FTLi to jam all jumping abilities of enemy forces this would be deactivated for a split second as ships jumped around , the AI’s on the ships were advanced enough to make calculations in the femto meters.

Archer Missiles had their own mini jump systems, and they were equipped with Gravatic shield busters capable of penetrating shield systems and exploding inside of them, missile after missile raced forth jumping towards the enemy fleet using slip point maneuvers making them appear at random vectors every time they jumped, which was often.

Terran Federation central command, New Sol:


“Sir we have an incoming transmission from carrier task force 52..” Said a young ensign standing in the middle of a massively crowded yet quiet command center, holographic monitors that lined every wall and console around the center. flickering on to different views of different events going on around the galaxy.


“Put It through” Said a balding man in a well pressed blue uniform.

Styles appeared on the monitor looking towards the other man, he had a serious face, his eyes carrying the look of serious news.

“General Patton, we have a problem, we have a major incursion in to federation territory, several elements of an enemy fleet. They appear to be Gaian in origin..”

The general Nodded he sighed a bit responding.

“We know we have enemy forces detected on their way deeper in to federation territory, we have set our Defcon status to defcon one, I'm going to order the full mobilization of all home based assets as per the presidents authorization. We didn’t know what these ships where until you told us..”


Styles nodded a bit “I suppose there’s no R & R for the crew for a while then...”


Patton nodded “ not until we find what the response by the president and senate will be..”

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Presidential office...

“Gaian’s?” President Logan said leaning back on his hovering leather like chair, two holographic panels opened hovering above his desk, he looked over to his secretary of defense, Emily Clark..


She responded “yes sir.. Gaian’s.. Out of no place, it makes no sense we where never hostile to them, the last time our ships met where several centuries ago..” she said with a professional voice.


“Your right.. It doesn’t make sense” Logan responded placing his hands on the desk folding them..


“Ill have to get the senate in session have the secretary of state do it, but wait until this battle is over, and get me a live feed..”

Glorious battle ensued at the silent prayer of the dark elf captain aboard his own Avenger Battleship, Urshula. Even as the forward goblin fighters met the hail of destruction from the invaders, a small smile spread on Shazir's dark complexion. Chaos was the overlord of all wars and no greater was that revelation than when immersed in the heart of the pounding beast that was battle. Already its tumultuous energies coursed through Shazir's body as he basked in its glory.

The inner chambers of the command room grew dim as they prepared for the following onslaught. Hot intensive fire washed over the ship's hull only to be absorbed by the Mythril ore coating the heavier vessels in the fleet. Veins coursing through the ore throbbed as if alive while they soaked up the heat keeping the vital crew inside safe from harm.

Shazir clenched his gauntlet fist and slammed it on the stone arm rest of his throne chair as his grin grew wider. "Open fire! Tear them to pieces!"

Just as the command was being followed, the communications officer of the ship shot back at Shazir. "Captain! The enemy has just jumped into our midst. I count their number at twenty."

The young female officer was not afraid of hiding her surprise. "Twenty craft against five hundred of our own. They must be suicidal."

"All the more reason to finish them quickly." If these invaders were suicidal, then it simply made the battle all that more delicious to the dark elf captain. Orders flew from ship to ship as formations tightened up to form a wall of metal in front of the planet. The Myths were no strangers to fighting over their homes and all knew what was at stake in a battle of this nature. Any tyrant attempting to steal their rightful freedoms would find an adversary that was far from willing to bow down.

Ships attacked with all the determination of someone protecting their family and homes. Wraiths worked as flying cannons while dancing through the battle. Angellic Cruisers kept a buffer between the enemy and the heavier ships of the Forge, being agile and equipped with decent weaponry. Horde Cruisers filled the space between them and the enemy with pulse cannon fire, searing lasers, and blossoms of missiles. The Avenger Battleships waded into the brawl with their main energy cannon charged. Twin white hot beams of energy pointed themselves at two targets with the force of the galaxy itself expanding.

The amount of firepower taking place on the field looked as if a new star was being born. The Myths flying above Thralk would not surrender the planet so easily, regardless of what the invaders wanted. As the enemy pushed harder towards the planet, it became clear what they were intending.

"Communications, contact Lieutenant Tark and have him ready for imminent ground battle. Also I want that defense system online and giving us support. Get Jericho command out here to help out with hitting them from the back."

"Yes Captain, right away."

----

Tark was already in the process of readying his forces for a ground attack. Wyvern riders were in the air along with a squadron of goblin fighters for air support. Defenses had been dug to protect the settlements and heavy units of artillery were being rolled out to make the enemy pay for every inch of dirt it gained.

All the while, the sentient sword at his hip hungered for blood and carnage. Tark ignored the mental intrusions for now as there was no doubt in his mind that the Balroggan Childer spirit would get its wish. The lieutenant already had SIREN preparing the Uruks for battle with the latest analysis of data being streamed into their brains for memory retention. The few Warriors on Thralk were already scouting out weaknesses in their own defense and making their own preparations for the coming fight.

Their main priority was protecting the griffon towers and the settlers' homesteads and thus their defense plans reflected such. Banners resembling the rising phoenix snapped in the humid air as they made ready for battle.

----

With Shazir and Raven Claw not backing down in the least at the invaders, the Wall of Jericho and the planetary defense systems came on line. Golem Warriors made short jumps across the system to reach the battle. Each Golem acted as an extension of the Warrior that piloted them since each one carried a shield and energy blade along with other armaments. While they moved as fast as possible through the system, a message was sent back to Mythrandir informing the Elders of the recent events.

Defenses surrounding Thralk hummed with life as the energy satellites charged and prepared to fire. Accelerator turrets hardly needed the time though as they quickly locked on to the invaders and sent large rocks hurtling at the enemy, on the outskirts of the Myth fleet, at speeds near light.

----

Sebastian smiled at his wife while she handed out warm drinks and hot cookies to the little children. A roaring fire burned in the hearth as she went about her work. Children smiled up her at each turn, grateful for the care that she and the Elders gave them. Warmth filled the room not only from the fire but from the good spirits inside. Friends were amongst friends in the hall as they shared old stories and tales while the children warmed themselves by the fire.

A sentry burst in through the outer doors with an urgent look on his face. The warmth of the room and their spirits seemed to be stolen away with the snow the flew in behind him. Bowing deeply in respect and apologies, the guard handed the rolled parchment to Sebastian. "From Jericho, Elder."

Sebastian nodded wondering what could be contained in the scroll. "Warm yourself by the fire."

"Thank you Elder."

Elder Sebastian unrolled the parchment and began reading the message. His blue eyes roamed over every rune and digested the meaning of such a message. Finished, he crushed the paper in his fist and motioned for his companions to follow him into Elder Hall.

Alurial looked at the human quizzically. "What did the message say?"

Sebastian handed the crinkled paper over to the elf. "Thralk has been invaded. Captains Shazir and Raven's Claw have met the enemy in battle. Lieutenant Thralk is preparing for a ground attack which looks imminent."

Shocked expressions hung on every face as they could not fathom a reason for invasion from anyone. War Mistress was the most collected of them all though. "Do we know who is attacking?"

"No. It seems some unknown tyrant has come knocking again."

"Then what would you like to do?"

Sebastian rubbed his brow for a moment. "The problem is that the enemy force is so small that it is possible that it could be a feint to divert our attention while a larger force strikes at Mythrandir itself."

Captain Lukien nodded his agreement. "We should still help Captain Shazir. Perhaps it is time we looked outside our borders for help."

"It pains me to admit it but perhaps you are right. I do not want another battle over Mythrandir like before. We need to squash that attack before someone hits here harder. Alert Admiral Haldir to prepare for an attack on Mythrandir along with bringing Captain Drulgar in with his elf friend. I want Dag'goroth up and running with as many Uruks as possible coming to the fight. Perhaps we can send a few to Thralks as reinforcements."

Alurial waved her hand dismissively. "That is all well and good but who do you have in mind for coming to aid at Thralk?"

Sebastian thought for a moment then pulled an orb free from his fur vest pocket. "SIREN link to Los Angeles, Earth. I would like to contact the New Dornalians. Priority message."

It wasn't long before Sebastian was connected to the New Dornalian communication reception. The floating black orb scanned his image and sent a holographic image back to New Dornalian for verification on his identity.

"This is Elder Sebastian of Mythrandir. I am calling to ask for your assistance in a matter most urgent. One of our territories has come under attack by an unknown force. Currently the Aero System is being invaded and our forces there have met them head on. We are expecting an immediate ground attack on planet Thralk. While we believe we can hold them for the time, the current technological make up of the few enemy ships is unknown.

It is my belief that this is merely a feint and a larger force may attempt to strike at Mythrandir itself. In order to be prepared for such a case, we ask for your help in putting a stop to the fighting over Thralk."

Alurial waved her hand dismissively. "That is all well and good but who do you have in mind for coming to aid at Thralk?"

Sebastian thought for a moment then pulled an orb free from his fur vest pocket. "SIREN link to Los Angeles, Earth. I would like to contact the New Dornalians. Priority message."

It wasn't long before Sebastian was connected to the New Dornalian communication reception. The floating black orb scanned his image and sent a holographic image back to New Dornalian for verification on his identity.

"This is Elder Sebastian of Mythrandir. I am calling to ask for your assistance in a matter most urgent. One of our territories has come under attack by an unknown force. Currently the Aero System is being invaded and our forces there have met them head on. We are expecting an immediate ground attack on planet Thralk. While we believe we can hold them for the time, the current technological make up of the few enemy ships is unknown.

It is my belief that this is merely a feint and a larger force may attempt to strike at Mythrandir itself. In order to be prepared for such a case, we ask for your help in putting a stop to the fighting over Thralk."

Los Angeles, Earth SSR, New Dornalia

The JRCCC was busy with the activities of the moment. Gaian troubles, Colonial troubles....it was all busy, all rather sudden. Then, the message sent by SIREN from Mythrandir to New Dornalia. As the Commissariat of Foreign Affairs had first recieved the message, it was quickly fielded to the JRCCC in San Diego for quick response.

Premier MacIntyre was taking a break off to the side, wiping his brow. He didn't feel like a drink--the duties of recent days made him not want to drink recently. Then, an aide delivered the message.

He looked at it, and said, "Technological makeup unknown?"

The Aide said, "Yes sir."

MacIntyre thought for a moment, and then said, "Send this to Cortes. Tell him to scrape together a Battlegroup to send to the system and equip it with lots of our best dakka. We're a little on edge here in the JRCCC."

The aide nodded and said, "Yes sir."

---------------

Jack Cortes sat, watching the War Room's monitors as he heard Carla practicing her speech for the public on the note she had recieved from the Abh. The Aide delivered the note, along with Maccy's order.

Cortes said with a sigh, "We're on the edge of Armageddon from the Gaian C-Faction and the Colonial Crisis, and he wants to send a Battlegroup to aid Mythrandir?" He leaned into the console, and looked at the note. "Hmm...technological makeup unknown...threat possibly may escalate....I need to formulate an appropriate reply. Perhaps something similar to the Gaian contingency."

Stroking his chin, he said, "Hmm.....I suppose I can spare a group and the right weapons." He then hit a few buttons, and located a spare Battlegroup near Luxembourgia. He then said, "Tell the Myth that we are sending assistance. One Battlegroup from Luxembourgia, with a Commodore Stuyvesant at its head, due in ETA three hours. He should be familiar to them, he's an elf. Tell Stuyvesant to bring Marines and a Red Army contingent, we've got to prepare ground defenses and a strong aerospace defense by the sounds of things."

The Aide complied, and before long, the group was sent with this reply message:

"Attention Elder Sebastian--

The Workers State has heard your reply and will send help. We are sending a battlegroup of ships and a contingent of Red Army units to assist in defending Thralk. We would send more but other emergencies prevent us from sending more men, regretfully. The battlegroup will be coming soon, and will hail upon arrival."

-TFU Front-

":: These biologicals are well advanced. A worthy tool to abscond when they seek to destroy 'us', of our fools brethren. ::" ..this the on scene Synthetic General quips as his forward screens are afire with their approaching foe.

A Droid Commander comes up, a bright gold glean of it's edgings denoting it's 'rank'. ": Sir. :" ..before relaying tactical data directly to him. Between this and the Hikari Datalink network from the entire fleet, the General drew a quick picture of what was happening.

":: Swarming tactics intended to fool us. An antiquated ploy, even if their weapons are not so. ::" ...this as forward portions of the C-faction fleet here, were slowly being obliterated. More slowly than the TFU foe may have expected, as the hyper-AI comptrollers, in concert with the Hikari Seeds aboard each warship, learned from each incoming attack.

The General put his AI enhanced faith in their technology, Dimensional Shields and what not, to adjust long enough to set the trap. It knew the 'rescuers' would be coming in mere moments. The entire General unit Cache in active service, were no fools, and after enough battles after all these weeks, the intent was to let the 'heros' come, and be sucked into a massive trap.

---

-Myth Front-

Both Generals set this. This version saw their own enemy being pushed back more readily than expected. This despite several casualties so far.

From this General's link... ":: Equivalent to Chronosian level technology. Another fine ploy to use against 'us'. A reminder of the Dark Eternal War Archives, this foe is.

Let us see how they care for this... ::"

---

-TFU Front-

":: ...fire two volleys of Foundation Torpedoes. Let the confusion reign for utterance! ::"

This while even as Gaian various mecha swarmed in the midst of their TFU foes, the more damage they took, the more they 'also' learned. This meant a lot of casualties, done very willingly at that, as a second wave of troop transports launched from the Republic Warship Classes, way too far for effective planetary landing. This soon became clear as any that were destroyed enroute to the massive furball, then 'popped' out squads of Angel Gods, their blue shimmering shielding-fields leaving serene blue trails that their authors didn't conduct very serenely.

Their Key Staffs made sure of that, even targeting towards the larger TFU capital ships as the Gaian caused furball advanced in about all directions, the Gaian C-force moving to mix it up with their enemy, even as the TFU fired their powerful weapons.

The C-faction force responded in kind as three clusters of Foundation Torpedoes raced out into general space, amongst the TFU force.

---

-Myth Front-

The same for the Myth force, as another three clusters shot out. Other than the difference of the enemy type, the battle was proceeding essentially similar. As was the result of the Torpedoes...

...immense balls of brilliant light that annihalated anything within for a good three to five kilometer space. Everything else around them was tossed about badly. Even the Gaian vessels were pushed back a good distance, which played to the following tactic.

---

-Both fronts-

As soon as the Foundation Torpedoes lost initial force momentum of the initial kinetic discharge, during the quantum annihilation phase, the accompanying Droid Battleships Short Fold Jumped to the nearest major planet in each System. This placed them perilously close for major invasion incursions.

Each General had a simple order for these. ":: Land an OZ and sap their resources to the last. The more of a scar, the better the salt we'll sow in later. ::"

And both sets of twin Droid Battleships would expend themselves to that effect.

---

-Valkyrian Order Fleet-

Little could be said for each Commander, as Lind and Yurika looked at each other over Holocomm.

":: ~ A very good drink when we all get back. ~ ::"

Lind just looked back. "I'd say you're buying, but we don't use a standard currency. I'll bring the bottle my betrothed is hiding when ready."

Yurika just winks before her image blinks out.

"Sheesh." ...from behind Lind, as Ras folds her arms. "Do you intend to abuse your bud for all that he is?"

Lind in kind... "Intended is already being done."

Ras betrayed a good giggle, as the overcomm... ":: ~ Three minutes to Fleet envelope Fold! All Commands acknowledge! ~ ::"

Lind lost her bemused glint, in favor of a battle hardened one. "Do not wait for orders my Valkyrians. On arrival, fire on a positive lock."

Ras nodded and relayed the order.

--

-Emerald Fleet-

Yurika held her own arm rests, a bit too tight.

Akito standing next to her, just held his arms folded, as the crew around them was settling in for the Jump.

"Akito?"

"Yeah?" ..looking down.

"Are we going to make it?"

The question didn't mean just for the coming battle. Akito sighed and tried to remain strong. "Yeah. We can. Everyone knows what to do, and to be done."

Yurika took a stiff breath from it, and clenched on it. "Yeah. We can indeed."

It was the little things that ever counted. This before the major ones.

---

-Palace Tree-

Isarra just sighed. It seemed all she could do. "Anything else I should know Advisor?"

Belldandy just smiled, if solemnly. "I apologize, but you would be the ranking member of the Council. Leaving you in charge while Keiichi and I are away, is wise. Simply put, just do what is needed, as you see fit."

Isarra just shook her head. "I do not know if I can. Nothing can be done simply anymore. It makes me wonder if my Father knew of any of this. If foresight aided at all." ..she looks directly at Belldandy. "Do we have any wisdom left?"

Belldandy gave a far calmer response than should have been acceptable. "We are still here. We are alive now, and I believe that is what your Father wanted for us. For everything you have a right to question, just be sure to remember to have a faith that we are indeed not 'done'. Not now, nor ever.

You should remember that."

"Of your son, indeed I do. For myself, I am not as strong. Not yet. I need some time to assert that."

"We'll make that time."

Belldandy and Isarra look, as Keiichi now stands nearby. Belldandy nods. Keiichi then remarks. "We need to get going. The escort fleet is ready."

"Yes." ...Belldandy nods, then turns, and looks at Isarra. She then gives the Lady Princessa a good hug. "We'll be back."

Isarra smirks over Bell's shoulder. "Don't stay out too late."

All too soon, Isarra was alone. Very alone. It seemed she was all that was left of the ancient Council.

The light seemed to be going out.

---

Or it seemed to be heading different places.

One soon arrives at the very outskirts of the Iron Gate orbital plane. Belldandy and Keiichi, hand in hand, wait patiently for any incoming signals. Other than a common IFF ping signal, they kept silent for a bit in case of a C-faction arrival of any kind.

---

-Sar`nor-

Diamond Fleet arrives. Everyone sets at a snap ready to fire. Imaldris snaps out as well... "All vessels acquire and...... and....... what the Light?"

....to face nothing but empty space.

A general Persocom voice on the bridge: "Where the blight did they go?"

Imaldris snaps quickly... "Gravimetric tracing now! Check for anything on the Comm-Orb net! I want to know where they went!" ...this is pounced upon by several Sections, as Imaldris hopes... I hope this all wasn't just Creation's doing.

If it is, we may be in for much worse.

(I believe I understand the gist of what you have going on. If anyone doesn't add up with what you are trying to do, send me a telegram to talk and I'll have this response fixed.)

Blow for blow was exchanged between to the two opposing sides as one fought for conquest and the other fought to protect their home. Ships twisted and contorted as they were torn apart by compounding explosions. Energy ignited the darkness as they crossed the expanse between the two fleets. Missiles darted through the sky like fireflies on the night air.

Captain Shazir watched the magnificent show in silent joy as the two forces clashed. Even as his own commands were erased from existence in marvelous fireballs, still he smiled as his devilish grin was revealed in each flash of light. The forces of the battle all flowed through him from the explosions and energy outside the ship's hull to the slight vibration as the ship rocked each time it fired an ordinance.

His mirth was stolen by a quick burst of explosions. "Report on our forward lines. What the hells just happened?"

"Captain, we're picking up some sort of spacial disturbance up ahead."

Shazir sat forward and intertwined his fingers before his face. "Contact the Wraith squadrons and see what they can tell us."

"I can't sir. We have lost contact with the Wraiths at the front of our lines. I am picking up a few on transponders but that is all I have. Most of the forward line simply disappeared."

The dark elf simmered upon his throne as this enemy proved more troublesome than desired. Warning sirens sounded throughout the ship causing Shazir to growl at his second officer. "Now what?"

"Distortion behind our lines. Reading several ships. It looks as if they mean to pass us by and try to invade directly. Possibly drop ships or heavy war vessels, it is difficult to tell."

Shazir's smirk returned to his dark features. "The fools. They've pinned themselves between the planet's defense grid and our own ships. Have the rest of the fleet deal with the remnant of the enemy, we'll handle the ones that broke off from the rest of the herd. Link Captain Raven Claw to us. Launch goblin fighters for the rest of the fleet and have them run preliminary scans over the enemy's ships. I want the defense grid firing everything it has. How long until the reinforcements from Jericho arrive?"

"They are about five minutes out. Captain Raven Claw's battleship is now in communication with our own. All goblin fighters have been launched."

Fighters launched from the bellies of a number of Myth war ships and swarmed towards the invading fleet. Speeds unattainable by most organisms, the fighters screamed towards the enemy ships and blasted away with scanners to get an overall view of the layout of the hull of every ship. Wraiths retreated behind the Angelic Cruisers thanks to the considerable damage they had undertaken. Horde Battlecruisers waded in with heavy weaponry in an even more stubborn attempt to hold the line against incursion.

On the opposite end, Shazir and his griffon counterpart took up an attack on the rear of the ships that had jumped behind them. Defense weaponry surrounding the planet opened up with a thunderous greeting as heavy energy weapons erupted from their orbiting satellites. Large mass accelerators sent massive rounds screaming towards the invaders while Shazir and Raven Claw were hot on their heels.

Somewhere around Thralk

"What is our ETA?"

Gracie, the Ship's AI, replied, "We're approaching Thralk now, sir," her avatar reading a map and holding a toothpick in the corner of her mouth, bespectacled and staring at it intensely.

Commodore Stuyvesant, himself bespectacled and standing at the command console of the Gimme a Bullet, replied, "Excellent." Checking in with the Tactical Officer and the Chief Armorer, his weaponry was in tiptop shape. He then was simply apprised by Gracie of the following: "We're in country. Brace for fightin'!"

At that, the Tactical Officer said, "Sir, we got something on sensors."

Stuyvesant merely said, "Onscreen."

The view on the main screen was one of combat. And it showed some very familiar vessels. Raising an eyebrow, Stuyvesant asked Gracie, "Gracie, run those enemy vessels through the databanks. Which is what?"

A few seconds later, Gracie, once more bespectacled and smiling with a book in hand, said, "Well, subjects identified as CIS-style warships. Acclimators, and all. But...scans indicate they've been heavily upgunned. Similar to those found in Nova Louisiana a few weeks back."

Stuyvesant then frowned and said, "So, it seems we're facing them again." Pumping his hand in his fist, he then ordered, "Once all units phased in, move in to engage the bulk of the enemy force from the flank, combat box formation to maximize fire--and charge that D3G. Also, please patch me through to the Myth."

Establishing comms, the Myth would be greeted by the sight of a bespectacled elf, speaking in a German accent, wearing a uniform that was a mix of a Soviet and an American uniform. He then spoke, saying, "Attention Myth command. This is the NDS Gimme A Bullet, and associated Battlegroup, Commodore Ulrik Stuyvesant commanding. We have come to render assistance, and are currently phasing in country due to the technical issues with our jump drives. Once phase in is complete, we will begin engaging hostiles. Enjoy."

Gracie then popped in after he made the message and said, "Phase in time will be ETA five minutes, according to the Bosun Jump Calc."

"Good to know," Stuyvesant said.

Enemy fire rippled across the capital ships shield systems crackling with energy, the blue hue of the force fields obvious as fire struck them. Styles growled and started to bark out orders as his ship was struck with enemy fire from each side.

“All batteries time on target full auto track, fire at will I repeat fire at will!”

His orders reverberated throughout the bridge, he sank back on to his chair sighing . SKV guns and energy batteries opened fire crackling purple pulses beams of energy flew from every ship joining the hundreds of white beams and blue pulses.

Space was lit up with a cornucopia of different colors as the federation ships fired back with might. Missiles flew from the VLS a hue of blue streaming behind them as they jumped toward their targets guiding.


The battle carrier fired with a fury, beams pulses missiles and shells rushing out towards every ship, mass fire lighting up the space in between them and their targets. The two cruisers flanked from either side of the enemy fleet pouring their own suppressive fire at them. The multi layered point defense took care of missiles and fighters that where incoming, interceptor systems shot out high speed pulses of energy, beams and missiles in a combination of firing patterns, Puffin HTK’s rushed out of the Quad tubed missile systems of the interceptor emplacements shrieking through space.

Mean while Major M as he was called had to land back on the carrier, his stalker was damaged by a missile hit but took it thanks to its shield he hopped out of the cock pit inside of his flight suit. He nodded to the chief saying. “Get me my auxiliary craft”


The Chief responded.

“Its In bay three, alright people get this stalker fixed and ready to move out again move it!”

Major M rushed down the force walk towards the bay, the door opened rushing open with a swoosh. The cockpit of the SA-40 was already open twelve missiles where mounted externally on the X foil craft , he jumped in to the sleek craft, the cock pit closed, the avionics where slightly different but just as advanced. The holo senors popped out and rotated 360 degrees showing the relative location of his craft in the center. He flicked on the comn as he secured his mask.

“This is alpha tango ready to go..”

The avatar responded quickly “Alpha tango you are cleared for launch”

The sleek fighter was placed in to launch position by the rack the bays opened and it was let loose, it rushed out in to the darkness of space, its four engines glowing blue white hot.


He was already in the heat of battle, his squadron formed up behind him, the thought long and hard, the fighter began to move faster and faster with every telepathic command, he pulled on the control stick hard, he saw a few fighters getting hit by enemy missile.

Of course they took a few hits, his own fighters shield system rippled as he was hit by a missile, the craft shook violently, he pulled on the stick hard and fast, the fighter maneuvered with utmost haste turning on a dime, pushing down on the button on the stick a hail of pulses rushed from his four guns, the fighter started to strafe avoiding another missile, his squadron split up strafing and firing their guns, thousands of pulses per second flew out their crackling white shells lighting up what ever part of space wasn’t already lit.

He pushed another button on the same stick, two missiles detached from the X foil wings, they rushed out with a glow of blue behind them, they automatically started to track on his target. He pulled again going brake neck speed strafing the fighter at high Gees, the X foil fighter swung around rushing at high speeds once more.


The major was sweating beads of liquid dribbled from his forehead as he clutched his controls avoiding both friendly an enemy fire , his small craft and his squadron mates where in the middle of a torrent of federation fire going the hostile’s way, he watched as furious beams of crackling death lit up the night sky pulses missiles and black sucking voids appeared all around him.

Mean while Styles smiled, his eyes focusing on the counter fire his ships where spreading. The carrier shook as it was hit by enemy fire, shields rippling once more. The Avatar appeared with haste.

“ Sir Shields are being drained by the fire in some sections, we might want to allocate resources to them.”

Several Destroyers where raked by fire. Flaming gashes along their thick hulls appeared as they where hit, flaming pits appeared as well, the ships continued to fight however, the destroyers and light cruisers fired back with full fury pulses and beams raking out in to space joining with their larger counter parts in counter fire.

Styles looked up to the avatar and nodded as he saw some of his ships being damaged. He barked out an order.

“Close on their flag ship, charge forward main guns shove us right in to their maw!”

The carrier moved forward, its batteries blazing at all directions, missiles and shells flying out from tubes and pop up guns, beams shirking in to space followed by pulses hundreds of them all around. The massive main guns of the carrier where rated strong enough to kill a planet. Four Heavy Neutron / disruptor beams made up the main gun array of the ship. Fighters on each side used gun and missile firing every thing they had. Thousands of pulses raced from the fighter craft, missiles auto guided towards their target.

As the TFU weaponry impressed, they did impact with the power of several suns worth. But planet killing power was something Gaian technology had been formed from learned examples replete in their own history. As such the immediate impacts of weaponry from 'any' of the assaulted force zones found it hard to get through Gaian shields and hulls. This a reminder of an empire-republic that wouldn't have stood as long as it did, if not for learning all they could from their myriad enemies and potential foes.

The few Gaian vessels that died early on both Battle Theaters gave their adjoining kin the information needed to adjust to the various fire incoming. Weaponry used didn't adjust as much, as they relied on just pounding the heck out of their foe's own defenses without mercy. After the Foundation Torpedoes settle 'down' their effects, it comes down to the C-forces ability to pummel away, while their mixed starfighter/mecha/Angel God wings harried TFU and Myth forces, even despite the stiff odds.

All this, for a grand trap intended.

---

-Myth Front-

The General stabbed his intent direly.. ":: Without fail! Land on their world and consume both ourselves in the fire! The confusion will lay waste to their coordination and future compassion. ::"

": SIR!! :"

The Synthetic General turns to Strategema. ":: What is it?! ::"

": Another fleet is approaching the System! Scans categorize them from the defeat at the New Dornalian Star System! :"

":: Indeed. ::" ...the General watches as several Myth warships start to approach his SSD more than directly. ":: Let them come. But be sure to place a future tasking to punish them by. Soon. ::"

A heavy explosion shows a Gaian Acclamator finally succumbing to no less than fifteen different vessels firing upon it. And that was one of the smaller Gaian vessels.

The General then hears from an Angel God behind it. "Milord. Signals indicate a False Fleet approaching. Another signal from Sar`nor as well, as you asked for."

":: Yes. ::" ..the General does not turn unto.

---

-Sar`nor-

A massive gravitational pulse follows the arrival of the Journey Sar`nor to it's final destination. The Goddess looks up, a mix of emotions combating each other in introspection...

":: My Lady. ::"

Creation senses her chosen Champion. "(~ Send out whatever is needed to ensure all eyes are turned away from my next action. ~)"

The Arch-General remarks... ":: By your Will, but to ask I dare of your intent? ::"

A most un-Gaian tone returns... "(~ This form, it's power is vast. I intend to tap it for all it has, and bring about a much larger conflict, than ever would be wanted.

To make worlds, stars, and even a war machine, such is 'such' an ease for this form.

Even if I must all but expire it to do so. All the wretched better. ~)"

The Arch-General cranes his head, but feels his code 'pushed'.

"(~ Go. Make your War for me. I will make for you a new War from it. ~)"

The Synthetic blindly obeys. ":: Yes My Mistress. By your Will. ::"

The moment Creation is left alone, a dark chuckle seeps forth. A rather ashen one, intending to finish the job for good this time.

---

-TFU Front-

": Battleship Transports have arrived Sir! :"

The General then hears... ": A target enemy fleet is arriving in thirty seconds! Composed of... :"

":: Yes, our proper enemy to expunge arrives. Prepare to Short Fold in the midst of them, to better confuse our victims better. ::"

": At once Sir! :" ...both combat units snap. The General keeps it's own eye on a battle that is as chaotic, as it is pointless. All the C-faction needs, is to dupe the TFU fleet into attacking both Gaian fleets, while 'more' C-faction forces arrive, as planned.

The General wondered if the TFU souls had compassion to realize they were going to kill off the incoming Gaians for them. Even if likely they are to survive, knowing the General's own programming, the scars would reverberate, into who knows what for this Galaxy.

An exploding C-faction CIS Recusant warship just attested to how desperate the TFU fought for a cause playing right into the C-faction's own hands.

----

-Diamond Fleet-

Imaldris clenched both hands tightly, knowing his calm was fighting against fear of what Creation was doing in her own fathoms. Mulling this was soon interjected by a Valkyrian. "Sir. We've found her."

Imaldris just looked as the Valkyrian of short green hair explained. "Comm-Orbs detail the location at the edge of this Galaxy, along the very end of the ancient Carina-Sagittarius Arm."

"Fold there immediately. Same combat parameters. I want of them not a chance!"

The Valkyrian shouts the order across, though most are already acting on such immediately. All know the stakes.

---

As are two more Gaian Home Fleets, about to arrive to a terrible result.

This while both C-faction fleets begin planetary invasion operation, with little more objective than mass scale raiding and scouring, making both TFU and Myth forces fight for their lives. Familiar CIS-Republic transport craft are accompanied by Gaian FACAF Dropships with Mech and MS Suit support. The fight to the surfaces are as dire as the fights in space are.

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-Sar`nor-

This as Six more C-faction fleets detach for the springing of the trap at last.

Whether they are spotted however, is another matter, one the C-Faction sees little care in at the moment. The sight coming however would be of even far more disbelief, in the coming hour.

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-Iron Gate Sector-

At least one soul was hoping against this, as Lady Belldandy waited, Lord Keiichi no less...

Major M pushed back his control stick banking the SA-42G, the craft strafed and turned 360 in .5 seconds , He thought hard about speed , sweat dribbling from his fore head, the fighter rushed towards the swarming enemy craft, strafing at high speeds pumping out chaff , gravatic decoys and false IFF reading beacons from both side of the aft section. Turning and maneuvering he pulled and pushed the control stick, firing off salvos of pulse fire from his four wing root mounted pulse cannons, thousands of rounds poured out from them, the crackling energy bolts flying in to space towards an unsuspecting enemy, two of his squadron mates where already blown out of the sky. Many Fighters in this battle started using counter measures, ECM was ramped up by ships and fighters alike, going through countless frequencies.

Mean while multiple SA42G squadrons let loose torrent upon torrent of anti capital ship missile fire, using miniaturize archer missiles. Archer missiles and their smaller fighter carried versions had high yield MIRV and single anti matter warheads. The fighters banked away as soon as they let loose their missiles.

Several fighters rushed from behind the carrier avoiding enemy and friendly fire rushing towards the enemy fighters firing full fury, pulse cannons and missiles. The battle carrier was shook again and again my blast the main guns powered up as the craft rushed towards the flag ship. Styles saw the ship come in to view as his crafts forward shields rippled again and again shaking the craft.

“Fire!”

He yelled out , four points on the massive carriers hull light up with a stream of white and yellow fire, the main beams crackled out in to space raking towards the enemy ship, at full power there was a constant stream of planet kill energy per second.

The carrier continued to blaze weapons all along its hull beams pulses missiles and SKV’s crackling out in to every witch corner at enemy ships.

The UTS concord a Hyperion class Light cruiser was in bad shape its hull was aflame, one of its engines gone, weapon strikes continued along bare hull now as its shields collapsed pits and gashes burnt as commander Richard Morgan stood on the destroyed tattered bridge flames shot out from behind him as he slammed the control panel looking up to his XO saying.

“Do we have shields yet!”

“Negative!” she responded

“Damn it im not going to go out like this and neither is this ship, These fuckers are going to hell if I have any thing to do with it! All power to the remaining engines, set magazines to timed overload reactor core to self destruct! Give me ramming speed!”

The Xo nodded imputing a manual command klaxons began to blare widely the remaining three engines flared up with a stream of white hot particles, the ship started to bolt towards one of the more massive capital ship. The commanders eyes narrowed blood dribbled from a wound on his fore head, the holographic screens flickered as the ship approached 50 % the speed of light hopefully they would reach terminal velocity in time, the magazine detonation counted down, the crew held their breath, the reactor core started its overload sequence the ship barreled closer and closer.

A destroyed was already gone in the rest of the small task force, a light cruiser was disabled fighters where getting a bit less numbers but holding on to their numbers despite being out numbered. Reinforcements where three minuets away Time seemed to slow down .


The remaining ships turned all their fire power on multiple targets, beams raked across space, pulses and missiles and shells followed behind at high speed, fighters broke formation, oddly enough each federation ship knew what they where doing, they where organize due to the hyper sentient AI’s built in to every ship every fighter and even every missile. The Federation fleet was in loose formation split up between the multiple arks. Interceptor grids ran hot, missiles pulses and beams raked out against enemy torpedoes and missiles, and fighters thousands of pulses beams and small missiles filled the sky, one million RPM brilliant pebble launchers filled the sky with Depleted uranium rounds flying at C frac speeds.


Mean while all around the federation planets where preparing for assault, the rapid reaction fleets had been called out the federation military industrial complex was operational.


On soh jin PAF platoons armed up, Mobile Infantry Units suited up in to their semi bio powered armor, their sleek yet strong looking and bulky forms changing color with active camouflage. Solder after solder and marine after marine grabbed their equipment, double barreled disruptor rifles, chain disruptors , Man portable missile launchers, beam rifles, and Browning .50 Cal magnetic machine guns.. Tanks HERC’s and autowars prepared for a fight, Auto wars of various sizes scampered out the most massive class of auto war the leviathan class was numerous on sohjin It was lined next to M4A9 Sherman and super Sherman tanks, HERC’s and smaller auto wars.

OOC: Ganoxa/Communistic Govts asked me to post this for him, as he's having technical difficulties at the moment.

IC:

As a person would look out of the numerous tourist, freight, or military vessels that crowded the space above Iron Gate, they can view the luminous volcanic activity of the planet. The splendor of this world's seas of fire, especially on the dark side where it was more spectacular. James looked at Silva's eyes as they lit up with each of the major volcanoes constantly erupting as the Belldandy moved closes to the main station of the Equatorial Orbiting Ring. "Amazing isn't it?" he asked.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked back.

"Oh, I visited the system plenty of times, mostly for the ship's constant refits."

Silva punched him in the arm, "And you didn't take me?!"

"This was before we got intimate. "

"Still!"

"Well you seemed to be busy at the time, I didn't want to bother you. Anyways that was the past and--"

"Admiral we are nearing the station. Can you return to the bridge please with Captain Jilneas?" Lingun was interrupted

"We'll be right there," he turned off the comms and looked at Silva, "as I was saying we'll make the most of this now!" he smiled, pecking her on the cheek.

Silva smiled back at him and walked behind him towards the bridge.

Several hours later Admiral of the Armada, Robert Brivun, sat in his command chair on the G.A.S. Forellia, the flagship of the First Fleet Group consisting the First through Fifth battlegroups in the system. Suddenly an alert came up on his TacDis, "Captain?"

"We are detecting several contacts entering the system. It appears to be the allied faction of the Gaians. Course of action?"

"Have the first battlegroup close in and take up escort positions around their ship. The rest of the fleet are to patrol the area. With exception of the artillery and carrier forces, they are to stick near the planet."

"Yes sir relaying orders."

As the Forellia moved up, Brivun opened his comms.

"This is Robert Brivun, Admiral of the Armada of the Ganoxian Alliance. I am placing one battlegroup to escort your ship to the planet. You are to dock with the main docking station of the Equatorial Orbital Ring, and then will be transferred to Haven City. Enjoy your stay and welcome to Iron Gate on behalf of the Ganoxian people."

Men and women fought over a world that might not have been their home, but they fought as if their very children looked up at them with fearful eyes begging them to save them from certain destruction. Elf, human, dwarf, and griffon all gave their blood willingly as they dueled with the evil force that assailed them. Their hearts and souls were thrown into the heat of battle, totally consuming them as ships were torn apart and explosions sent their remains floating through the darkness of space. No tale would ever tell the full story of their valor nor could any song composed by bards move enough patrons to tears that would do the brave souls over Thralk justice.

Even with the apparent advantage of numbers that rallied behind the Mythrandir banner, evil had its own weapons that proved fatal to any that strayed too close. Screams of protests rocked ships along the Mythrandir line as the hulls of ships absorbed the brunt of attacks while returning their own volleys back into the heart of the enemy. The bulk of both fleets fell into a desperate pitched battle launching every stinging arrow they possessed while refusing to back down.

Such a scene of death and destruction would surely have been beautiful for Captain Shazir to behold but his thoughts traveled elsewhere. Before him lay ships of the invaders that were attempting to land on the planet below. Perhaps some would slither passed the orbital defenses, ground defenses, and the two Avenger battleships; but, the dark elf was determined to send as many of them burning to the dark abyssal as possible.

Missiles streaked from his and Captain Raven Claw's ships as they tried drawing attention. They did not bother to close the distance since there was no point with the orbital systems already punishing every inch of space that the evil tyrants dared to cross. Pulse cannons sent shivers coursing through the ships as their many turrets let fly their ordinance at the backs of the enemy. Energy beams streaked out from the planet to strike at the ships while high speed rounds screamed through space to collide with anything in its wake.

"How much longer until the main cannon has recharged?" The dark elf never let his azure eyes leave the scene of the battle as his gauntlet encased fingers lightly tapped on his throne chair.

One of his officers made the necessary checks at her station before answering. "A few more minutes, Captain."

"Very well. Inform me the moment we are ready to fire again."

"Captain!"

Shazir growled as he turned his attention to the officer that called out to him. "What?"

"We have just detected another fleet arriving in the system. New Dornalian by all indication. Also, the Jericho support has just arrived. Golems report making contact with smaller enemy craft. They have begun their attacks."

The dark elf Captain relaxed slightly in his seat. "I see. Bid our friends welcome to the battle. Also, inform Lieutenant Tark that he should expect company shortly down on his position."

"Yes Captain."

Styuvesant looked ahead at the scene. So far, it seemed the enemy had most of their attention on breaking the Myth lines. A perfect opportunity, perhaps, to assault one of their flanks and do some damage.

"We've got an SSD up ahead, and a lot of bad guys," Gracie warned. "What do you wanna do?"

Stuyvesant said calmly, "Are we close to the enemy?"

Gracie's avatar nodded.

"Good. Target their lead vessel, and fire the Duplex Drive Demolisher Gun at it. Follow up with several People's Hammer Antimatter Torpedoes. That should wake them up. Also, order all units to engage, if they haven't done so--keep them busy."

With that, the Dornalians began zooming to meet the C-Faction forces. Armed and ready, they began unleashing volleys of torpedo and Demolisher Gun fire upon the enemy ships, keeping in their box formations to make themselves a very prickly target for any assaulting force. Komsomols and all others hung around the Combat Box, preparing to meet the challenge of any Angel Gods or fighters the enemy had. Stuyvesant had the sense they would bring them close once he attacked.

And, out of the Gimme A Bullet, a massive beam of light shot out, aiming for the C-Faction General's SSD, sure enough, followed with several People's Hammer torpedoes, their 10,000+ pound payloads giving them a distinct profile as they zoomed across space to the objective. Stuyvesant knew that the C-Faction had hardened and improved their stock "Star Wars" type weapons, as they were known in the People's Navy, like most navies did. He hoped this would at the least help out his friends, and slam into a few enemy ships along the way.

The chaos would have made a Chronosian proud....

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-Myth Front-

It seemed the C-faction assault had hit a head here. Vaunted as their technology was, they still were being beaten down slowly, as the C-faction invasion force was completely cut off, during it's own assault to the planet below. Their original fleet assault support, was caught up badly in trying to push through a literal wall of Mythrandir warship fire. The casualties had started to mount as a Victory class finally exploded from the onslaught, it's Hikari Seed flaring away before hundreds of Gaian Synthetics and Souls died.

And then the Droid General here watched the Dornalian assault. ":: Brace for impact!!! ::"

The beam and it's supporting torpedoes raced through, catching enough of a glancing blow from a blocking ISD-X Class to take it out, and scald the surface of the SSD itself. The blast jostled the General to it's left knee strut. A Droid shouts out. ": Several mid ship decks have been destroyed! :"

": Enemy faction fleet is arriving! :"

It was as good as being saved, as far as the General knew...

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-TFU Front-

This General series version watched as their battle wasn't going as far. It's own ships were trying to keep from being separated by a force who was managing to match them so far. It was mainly starfighter type class craft, and stellar infantry support that were dying out there.

": The Invasion force has arrived, but are reporting... :"

":: It does not matter. ::"

The Angel God nearby winced as the General just seethed. ":: It's all just a distraction, in the end. ::"

": Enemy fleet is now arriving! :"

---

-Myth Front arrival point-

Yurika watched as her fleet began to arrive from Hikari Space. "You know the drill!!"

A similar make Gaian Home Fleet Group was arriving, all but echoing the C-faction's arrival, down to tactics and essentially all else! The arriving Gaians didn't realize to Yurika's coming mistake, how much alike their main enemy was, to the eye of one that didn't have reason to see either fleet as anything different! Yurika however wasn't thinking of that term, as Emerald Fleet arrives, with it's large Droid Fleet support!

---

-TFU Front arrival point-

The same wasn't the same of the Valkyrian Fleet Order Group, as this version was quite unique, primarily by their blood red coloration, verses the White Diamond versions that adorned most of the rest of Fleet Command. Not to mention most were cruisers, a few supporting Warships of larger common Gaian classes, reformatted to the Valkyrian Standard.

Their arrival was however just as uncertain, as Lind watched her fleet arrive into a total conflict!

"Release all squadrons!"

"Do it! Do it!!"

Lind and Ras in order see the battle begin to unfold, and are about to snap out their next orders...

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:: ~ This is Robert Brivun, Admiral of the Armada of the Ganoxian Alliance. I am placing one battlegroup to escort your ship to the planet. You are to dock with the main docking station of the Equatorial Orbital Ring, and then will be transferred to Haven City. Enjoy your stay and welcome to Iron Gate on behalf of the Ganoxian people. ~ ::

Keiichi replies on behalf... "Understood. We're moving on assigned approach."

Belldandy meanwhile was in a strong prayer. Keiichi noticed this, and worriedly asks. "Love? Are you...?"

"Something bad.... is about to happen."

Keiichi almost canceled the whole trip, and find out what was going on. "(The last time she said that, the Dark Rip happened.)"

And hence they did not leave. Not until news came to them.

----

-Both Fronts-

It was essentially the same order. Both C-faction fleets were suddenly ordered to change engagement protocols at 'all' costs! ":: Short Fold and engage our primary foe! Send the Snare Signal at once!!!! ::"

It was such a frightening display, as upon both battle zones, Gaian Home forces that were arriving, in large force that tripled the number of Gaian vessels in the immediate area, between both sides, while the original battles were 'still' being waged, then suddenly took a enormous SNAP TO, as a few seconds into the arrival of Emerald Fleet and Sapphire Fleet, to Mythrandir and Fedral Union space respectively, both remaining C-faction fleets Short Fold in the same manner as the Invasion Battleship-Transports had done, this time however into the utter thick amongst their stunned cousins!

---

Akito shouts at the sight of the lead SSD of the C-faction Myth invasion force, popping of enlightened flare atop of their upper six! "What are they..."

---

"...DOING!!??!"

Lind snaps off of Ras's yelp, and barks! "Reorient shields!!" ..before the first 'new' blasts just shudder her to a hand rail!

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-Diamond Fleet-

"There it is!!!"

Imladris stabs to a standing motion! "Talk to me!"

"Acquiring...." ...from Tactica, before Strategema and Navigational both snap... "SIRE!!!"

Imladris however sees it... "Oh shalm`fak!"

A future age version of a curse, aptly describes the departure signatures of several distinct C-faction fleets, from in front of the Sar`nor itself! He quickly snaps... "WARN ALL EFFECTIVE COMMANDS OF INCOMING FORCES!!! RELAY NOW!!!"

"SIRE!!" Tactica suddenly shouts, as a Valkyrian stands at the sight of their fleet being borne down upon by a large C-faction fleet of their own! Imaldris just snaps... "Gamma Pattern Spread Sixteen! Get those nanites going now!!!"

And incoming angle weapons fire arrives...

---

-Myth front-

Yurika was holding on for dear life! Several harsh calls of overwhelming fire was coming across her ears! Akito just interprets. "They knew we were coming?"

"Wouldn't put it past them love."

This as their viewports seemed to have lost sight of space beyond it, what with how much warship fire was just SCREAMING at them, and all about them alone!

---

-TFU Front-

No less so explosive here! Ras just shouted to Lind, despite all the slamming sounds of hitting fire! (Yes 'that' much!) "Should I tell you it's bad already?"

"So give them back our measure! Stop complaining about it!"

"More folds incoming!!!"

Ras/Lind: "What!?!?"

---

And to 'then' top it all off as a last to shock and agape by, each sudden sprung trap three more C-faction fleet groups arrive 'each'! In seconds, hundreds of Gaian vessels on both fronts, combined, are fighting the effect of utter struggle and desperation, with total torrents of weaponry ablaze everywhere!

The TFU Front General just said it as best as either of them could. ":: Now, strangle them, and draw in our original victims to add to the tragedy. The Invasion surfaces forces can be sacrificed now. All that matters now, it to break their will, at the cost of us all if need be.

I want them all annihalated!!!!! ::"

The Angel God near, felt something wrong there....

...both Front never would see something this desperate again, and 'still' the fights against the TFU and Myth Fleets continued, which meant for the Dornalians, their day got a WHOLE lot busier!

---

And to 'then' top it all off as a last to shock and agape by, each sudden sprung trap three more C-faction fleet groups arrive 'each'! In seconds, hundreds of Gaian vessels on both fronts, combined, are fighting the effect of utter struggle and desperation, with total torrents of weaponry ablaze everywhere!

The TFU Front General just said it as best as either of them could. ":: Now, strangle them, and draw in our original victims to add to the tragedy. The Invasion surfaces forces can be sacrificed now. All that matters now, it to break their will, at the cost of us all if need be.

I want them all annihalated!!!!! ::"

The Angel God near, felt something wrong there....

...both Front never would see something this desperate again, and 'still' the fights against the TFU and Myth Fleets continued, which meant for the Dornalians, their day got a WHOLE lot busier!

The sudden rush of good and bad guys in one massive crush, dueling and jockeying for position, made Stuyvesant's chirpy AI assistant's avatar stare in disbelief. Indeed, the combat box formation and the Dornalian Fleet seemed paltry in comparison to the enemy now being faced. Then again, this really didn't faze Stuyvesant much. One of the first things taught at the Naval War College was to never give up, and frankly that lesson wasn't about to be discarded.

Looking at the tactical displays, Stuyvesant knew that the situation looked like it was a huge crush. Gracie said as much, saying, "Commodore, the situation looks dangerous. Multiple hostiles inbound, enemy forces intermingled with friendlies. Recommend hit and run engagement with surgical strikes."

The elf said, studying the screens, "We go after the reinforcements. Instruct all units to form up on my ship, and proceed to break combat, and jump to stop the C-Faction reinforcements from linking up with their allies. If they've done so, then we engage them from the rear and strike them using caracole tactics."

"A nice idea. Let's see if they fall for it," Gracie replied.

With that, the Dornalians warped closer to the action, near the reinforcements for the C-Faction. Immediately thereafter, a shower of fire descended upon them, with volleys of torpedoes and Demolisher Gun fire being used as the Dornalians began manuvering in a tactic known to cavalrymen since ancient times--the Parthian, or Caracole shot. Snaking back and forth and up and down, they fired as they kept moving, aiming to unleash broadsides upon the newly arrived C-Faction troops for their intransigence. In the meantime, the D3G was beginning to charge again....

As the the First Battlegroup escorted the Gaian delegation towards the planet, the visitors could see the various ships being built in the shipyards of the Equatorial Orbital Ring as they approached the main docking station. From their starboard side they could see a colony ship, a huge vesse (http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/KporColony2.jpg)l containing an entire city section in encased in a bubble of transparisteel and temporal shielding made for colonists as they traveled through deep space as it explored for a suitable planet to settle. leaving the ring on its way to New Ganoxa to begin its colonization mission into deep space. Also one would take notice of the various defense satellites (http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/CCPrototype.jpg) and (http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/SpaceCommunicationsStation.jpg) stations (http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/SpaceStation.jpg) orbiting the planet as it was a vital lifeline of ships for the the Alliance. As the delegation's ship entered the general docking area of the main facility, with the planet's scenery of a fiery sea, the battlegroup dispersed into defensive positions around the planet.

"Welcome to Iron Gate, please enjoy your stay," a station control officer said to the incoming visitors. As the delegation would disembark they would come to meet a familiar face of that of Admiral James Lingun and his executive officer Captain Silva Jilneas.

"I'm glad that you have came. How was your trip?" he opened gesturing for Belldandy and Keiichi to walk with him and Jilneas to the shuttle that will take them to the Haven City.

Sensing a slight tremor reverberating throughout the invading fleet signalling a slight hesitation in their resolve, the Mythrandir vessels crafted in the Forge pushed with all their might against the onslaught. Attacks became more intense and fierce as they grabbed a hold of every reclaimed inch of space to drive back the enemy. The chaos of battle ensued as ships erupted spewing the bodies of the lost crew out into the vacuum of space while others continued the brutal assault on anything nearby. More and more ships threw themselves at the foe only adding to the building funeral pyre that was accumulating around Thralk.

But suddenly a stillness came over the battle as more ships arrived in system. Spirits that were once enraged with the flames of war were suddenly dashed at the sight of the massive reinforcements. No longer were emotions ruling the day as Myth ships reformed their lines and disengaged as best they could to reassess their current predicament. Warning lights flashed at Captain Shazir as he hunted his prey. Infuriated that his attention was stolen elsewhere, the dark elf stormed from his throne to see what new development was so urgent to demand his attention.

A grin creased his dark features when he spied the gathering on the other end of the battle field. "So they have brought friends. Redirect the Golems to engage their reinforcements. I want the rest of the fleet focused on clearing out their frontlines before advancing on the second fleet. We cannot let their numbers swell."

"Yes Captain."

Massive armored giants flew through space with their pilots directing them toward the lighter craft of the reinforcement fleet. Energy blades ignited in their gauntlet fists while missiles streaked from launchers towards the newly arrived light drones. It was to be a quick overwhelming attack to reduce the numbers among the reinforcements before they even had a chance to rendezvous with the already engaged enemy fleet.

Surprise rocked the Mythrandir lines as one fleet group disappeared only to attack the other. Shazir called out for the attacks to cease but it was too late for the Golems since their missiles were already launched. They were ordered to return to the Mythrandir lines until the entire ordeal could be sorted out.

"Put me in contact with the Dornalians. Perhaps they can make sense of this mess."

The young officer worked feverishly at her station until she had the proper runes aligned and the connection established. "Ready, captain."

The dark armored image of the dark elf departed towards the Dornalian lead ship that had sent an earlier message. "This is Captain Shazir of the 5th fleet in Mythrandir. Perhaps you may be able to shed some light on this situation and can identify friend from foe."

(Hopefully this related to what was being said. If anything needs to be edited, please let me know.)

The dark armored image of the dark elf departed towards the Dornalian lead ship that had sent an earlier message. "This is Captain Shazir of the 5th fleet in Mythrandir. Perhaps you may be able to shed some light on this situation and can identify friend from foe."

(Hopefully this related to what was being said. If anything needs to be edited, please let me know.)

Stuyvesant replied quickly, "I can and will. I am sending you all needed information posthaste, so your gunners can know who to shoot. If all else fails, aim for the ships I'm shooting at, we can hotlink your guns to our telemetry if you so desire. Good luck."

The information was then quickly sent to Shazir, in the form of rather useful information for any IFF system the Myth possessed. Mainly consisting of what the Dornalians knew about C-Faction ship types, insignia, and other such things to differentiate them from the Home Faction--what could be said about the latter was bundled with the package as well--the info was delivered in both English, and thanks to Gracie's abilities to perform machine translation, Shazir's own language.

Enemy fire ripped though one of the heavy cruisers, its hull was gashed by beams of energy and pitted by bolts of fire as its shields collapsed , flaming bits of metal peeled off of the hull as the ship maneuvered to place its strong shields against enemy fire. Multiple smaller ships of the small task force where decimated.

And so it begins...

As enemy fire crackled through the darkness of space, slicing at the federation ships, hundreds of slip points opened, crackling in to existence. Tendrils of energy arching out in to the darkness of space. Masses of metal swarms poured out in to normal space. Commander Styles was on the bridge of the battle carrier in charge of the group that was being mauled by the enemy. He sighed in relief as he saw capital ships along with hundreds of escorts and fighters pour out of slip points. Flames shot out of panels behind him, sparks of energy arched through holo panels in front of him, his ships shields rippled with a slight hue of blue with fire arching across its body.

Major M pulled back on the control stick as hard as he could strafing his fighter as it did a complete 360 in .02 seconds its guns coming to bare on the nearest enemy fighter, his squadron mates did the same. He pressed down on the fire button, sweat pooling under his chin as it dribbled from his fore head. Bullet like pulse discharges raced forth lighting up that area of space , a few taps on the button let loose thousands upon thousands of white blue hot energy rounds that ripped through space. Using thought to control the speed of his craft the SA-42 Bolted, white hot particle streams flowing from its four engines, it strafed to the side flipping over again. A smile cam over his face as he placed yet another fighter in his gun sights. He repeated this move erratically again and again. Other fighters did the same, going as fast as they could.

Elements of local fleets had jumped in numbering about a hundred ships, they slip pointed in to the center of the enemy formation along with fighters.

The total amount of federation ships numbered now at 306.

The groups inside of the enemy formations began to maneuver widely firing every thing they had, quickly and precisely. Hundreds of fighters used their GAU-8 Hellfire pulse chain guns and Anti cap torpedoes to further the effects of the escort raid.

As soon as the masses of friendly reenforcements entered normal space, the darkness crackled to life, thousands upon thousands of missiles, beams pulses, SKV’s ripped through the void of space. Escorts and frigates moved forward at high speed firing every thing they had as they where in the first ranks of ships. The second rank was dominated by Cruisers and heavy capital ship elements awaiting the withdraw of the escorts. Other capital ship elements flanked each side as well as ventral and dorsal flanks firing volleys upon volleys of fire. Hundreds of fighters swarmed behind enemy units thousands of bullet like pulses hundreds of space to space missiles streaming out towards the enemy formations.

Styles looked up and smiled his eyes focusing on the lead ship the UTS Abraham Lincoln. Quickly he started to bark out orders his hands resting on the holo console in-front him. His voice rang out through QE secured Transmissions.

“All units engage faster than light inhibitor systems, jam their jump drives with every thing we have we’ll trap them! Then I want all cruisers and battle ships to engage the flanks”

The buzz and crackle of FTLI reverberated through space, the sheer amount of energy poured in to the system rendered any sort of faster than light travel utterly useless, and even doubled as an Electronic counter measure. Now with the full fury of the federation fleet coming down upon the enemy no one would know what will happen. Thousands of pulses beams, crackled and sliced through the darkness of space, lighting it up with a cornucopia of colors SKV’s exploded violently crackling with power, Teratons upon teratons of missile ordinance spamed space. A second fleet was gathering inside of the SohJin system ready to jump and support the current forces battling out side of it.

The Federation was using an odd tactic, they had just used FTLi to cut off the C-fraction fleets from their FTL drives, and had surrounded them as best they could firing every thing they had in to them. Ships that had jumped in to the center of the enemy formation where using speed and agility to distract them and cause cumulative damage. ECM filled space , along with static, false Federation ship readings and various other things to confuse and jam the enemy communications and sensors.


The Tactic was simple, the front of the fleet was composed of escorts they would advanced and fire off as many shots as they could get before retreating behind the flanks of capital ships, heavy cruisers made up the right flank, light cruisers the left. These heavy capital ships with the support of the lighter ships where firing every thing they had in to the side’s of the C-fraction fleet, the center elements where made up of escorts, and the hundred ships dedicated to getting with in the ranks of the enemy had every thing planned out in tandem with this tactic.