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Two months after Tenetia...

All was quiet on the 'Southern' expanse of Clan space. The 'Border Watchers,' massive, autonomous battle stations that lay along the internal edge of the nebula surrounding the Clans' cozy little place in the galaxy, lie dormant, passively scanning the nebula for whatever managed to pass through without being destroyed. The usual 'life' of a Border Watcher was rather dull, hence why the Clans made them autonomous. Their mere purpose, while practical, was positively boring. The original Border Watcher that had been first constructed had been a manned battle station, and, no more than ten years after its construction, had turned over to the Bandit Caste. Needless to say, the Clans had decided that automated stations were the way to go. Granted, the repair costs were a bitch, but they were well worth the money and effort.

1300 hours, Nova Cat territory

It was a normal day, like any other. The Border Watcher Expanse of Solace sat alone in the void between stars, ever watchful of the nebula before it. The AI, which is where it got its designation from, was positively bored at the moment. Its comrades had gone off to do their own thing, and that was pretty much what it was doing, too. The AI 'looked' at its internal clock. How long had it been...a whole second?! The AI let out a small moan that only it could hear. It hated its life. It was so...hello? What's this?

It was small...well, in comparison to the station. The AI did quite a number of scans on the object...drat, it was only a rock. The AI sighed as the rock passed by the station.

Soooooooooooo boooooooooooooooo-

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One week later, Seongbong, Nova Cat training world...

Seongbong.

A relatively uninhabited world, the population of this planet was barely a millionth of the Clan's total population. It was a good training world, too, because it, like Earth, had a highly-varied climate, ranging from deserts to jungle to tundra. Nova Cat had done well when they had bid the right to this world and won it over a millennium ago against Star Adder. Now, it was but a waste, harboring only primitive species still millions of years from attaining sapience. Nova Cat put this world to good use, their sibkos having one of the most intensive, if not most insane, training programs of all of the Clans.

Because of the lack of inhabitants on the planet, the rock that the Border Watcher had seen, and failed to report, casually entered the planet's atmosphere. By the time the planetary defense forces saw it, it was too late. The big rock had passed beyond the point of no return. What little could be done was done, with the rock taking seemingly no significant damage, and the Nova Cat defense fleet merely watched on.

Much to their satisfaction, the rock began to break into pieces. Whether it was because they had damaged it or because it was unstable, the Nova Cats could not tell. All that they could really tell was that it had now gone from being a massive, doomsday rock to a collection of smaller fragments. In total, roughly ninety percent of the rocks disintegrated in the planet's atmosphere. The Nova Cat commander, satisfied with those results, chose not to report this event to his sector command. Why bring it up? There wasn't a catastrophe, so it wasn't worth talking about.

Little did that Nova Cat commander know that those rocks were more than catastrophic. No one would even know about the coming tide until it was far too late...

Spores.

They're an interesting object in the universe. Spores are a product of most fungi. It's the way that they reproduce, generally saturating a surface that is rife with nutrients before fully spreading into its full form. These spores are quite resilient to most environmental effects and, a lot of the time, could resist fire, flash freezes, and other effects that would destroy normal plant life.

Now, the reason we're talking about spores in this instance is that a rather unique spore was descending upon the planet. Nearly microscopic, these little orbs would shed away from the descending rocks, floating harmlessly down to the surface of the planet over one of the largest continents. How these spores survived living in a vacuum or descending through the atmosphere was a question that could never be answered.

The product of these spores would take time to bear their fruits, but when they did...

One month later...

"Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks! Orks!"

It was unlike anything Ashlyn had seen in her life. Not more than a month ago, not a single living creature on the entire planet had been capable of sapience. How was it that they had missed the existence of such an advanced - were they advanced? - species living on this planet? There we hundreds of thousands of them, at the very least!

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Ashlyn's blood went cold. They were doing it again. This was the third time in an hour. Did they never give up? Standing from her foxhole, Ashlyn leveled her battle rifle and began squeezing off bursts at the charging swarm of large, green creatures. Around her, hundreds of her own comrades did the same. Children, entire sibkos, were up in arms to help in the defense as the Iron Wombs, the genetic materials within them, and the younger sibkos were evacuated from the planet. It was taking too long. They'd been fighting this new threat for almost a week now, and these...these...Orks, as they called themselves, had decimated their meager defense force. Even their training 'Mechs were destroyed, thus leaving the cobbled-together defenses struggling to hold back such an enormous army.

SPACK! There was a sudden feeling...no, absence...of pain, and Ashlyn felt herself falling backwards. There was blood in her eyes, and she watched as her fellow warriors and their sibko charges battling in a hopeless melee to stem this green tide. There was a shadow over her now. The enormous creature standing over her regarded her for but a moment, and then, after lifting his foot, stomped do-

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Madnob smiled with glee as he felt the puny human's head squish underfoot. It was a reassuring feeling to know that your opponent could be beaten. However, his smile soon faded as he realized that these humans weren't worth the trouble to fight. They were weak, their army not even measuring out to twelve thousand fighting soldiers. Still, he couldn't give up. This was the next stage towards his goal of becoming the Boss. Yet, until then, he would have to serve his present boss until such time as he could prove himself to be the bigger Ork.

Raising up his choppa into the air, Madnob gave another bellowing war cry, causing the boys around him to stir to acts of greater bravery. Not like they'd really need to worry about such things, though...

Meanwhile, a Star just outside the Clans Space
The world of Fermont had just finished its second world war, the only nations left were the Spoki Federation and the Empire Of The Sun.
Both nations were tired of fighting, and signed the World Constitution, effectivly uniting the world under a single goverment.
With things such as war, poverty, and desiese wiped out, the world moved its eyes towards space. The final frontier.

ooc: sorry for crappy entro, but I dont know if im fully allowed in yet. D:

the AI of an outdated NERV exploration satellite flickered into life
A.I:
location>/unknown system/unknown galaxy/
<.receiving update.>/new home base:serenity/
/corordinates:2259658765873658765487658346585634476538756358347582365r4381563485r64856876483658365458 146/
<.receiving update.>/FTL data burst protocol active/
receiving unknown radio signal>/message:this is alpha blue nine do u come in?/
message type>not directed towards space,military directive type,similar to earth early 20th century.
< protect planet protocol activate>/moving position to geosynchronous orbit of planet/
activating deep space scanners>/zero threats detected/
!fusion core running low!>/activating solar collectors/preparing regeneration of fusion reactor/
arrived in orbit>/sending FTL data burst to home base/
/sleep mode activate/

"How must the alien be met on the battlefield?"

"The alien fears our purity and nobility. He must therefore be met with the most pure and noble hatred."

- Daenyathos, Catechisms Martial


Deep in the heart of the Brokenback, so far from the massive churning warp engines and the tramping of power-armored feet it might have been deep underground on some forbidden lanet, lay the sanctum. Its original purpose was uncertain - presumably it had been part of a spaceship at one time, because the hulk was an amalgamation of spacecraft welded together into strange and ugly shapes by the forces of the warp. But it was stone, not metal, and its elegant, simple temple was not built in a cargo hangar or a ship's bridge, but in a dark half-flooded cave dripping with stalactites. The temple was partially submerged under water, small glow-globes casting a iridescent light over the cave and the water.

Chaplain Iktinos along the path that might once have been the naive, the lower edges of his purple and black Space Marine power armor lit strangely by the light from below. He wore a grim skull-faced helmet, its eyepieces black and expressionless, and an eagle-topped mace, his crozius arcanum, hung at his waist. Iktinos, like any Space Marine, was huge, not much shy of three meters tall in his armor, but even so it was with humility and reverence that he passed over the threshold of the temple itself.

The sanctum within the temple was also half underwater, the lights below the surface casting shifting lights from below the surface, casting long slabed of light across the ceiling. The altar, along with slabs of carved stone that had fallen from above, broke the surface and Iktinos used them to reach te large slab of fallen ceiling in the center of the temple. Beside it was a statue reared up from the water - it had the upper body of a human woman and the head and lower body of a snake, It was from a cult or religion that had probably been forgotten for centuries. Iktinos ignored its broken, accusing stare as he kneeled down by the colleciton of monitoring equipment piled haphazardly on the platform.

This place was Iktinos's sanctum, as sacred to him as it had been to whichver worshippers gathered by their ship had been lost in the warp and become a part of the Brokenback. Iktinos removed his helmet to reveal a smooth, unmarked face with larger, more expressive eyes than deserved to belong beneath the sinister grimace of the skull. Shaven-headed and with light brown skin, Iktinos's real face had just as much presence as the Chaplain's skull helmet. It was rare for him to take off his helmet, as it was a badge of office, an indicator that he was a man apart from the rest of the Soul Drinkers Chapter. Here, in his sanctum, it was safe for him to do so.

After checking one of the monitor screens Iktinos stood and then lowered his hand into the water. A Space Marine's strength is awesome. Iktinos planted one foot on the stone and hauled a large rectangular slab of stone from the water. It banged as it crushed the marble beneath. It was a coffin. Iktinos undid the metal clasps that held it in place. The muffled screaming began instantly.

Inside the coffin was a wretched, skinny, filthy figure. Its robes were black with dirt and it had a bad over its head with tubes and wires snaking from it, wires that ultimately connected to the monitors beside Iktinos. It was an astropath.

"Please," the Astropath gasped. "Please...oh, my Emperor, stop... just... just left it end..."

"I'm sorry, but that is not possible, Astropath Marcus," replied Iktinos.

"What do you want?" Marcus asked in a whisper.

"You know what I want."

"Throne of Earth, what... what do you want me to tell you?"

"All of it."

Marcus took his hands down from his eyes, the bag cover having been removed by Iktinos. "You know I can't do that. I've told you, why won't you listen? It's...every one of us does it differently. It has to be directed at you, you have to know the codes... With me it's dreams, and at the best of times..."

"That is immaterial. You will do as I tell you," replied Iktinos, implacable as always.

Marcus had been living on the planet Duomon when its slave population had revolted against the ruling Imperial functionaries. The Soul Dinrkers had arrived there to draw recruits from the rioting slaves and in doing so they had been approached by Marcus. It had been Iktinos that had accepted his offer to get off planet. The rest of the Chapter had never known. Since then Marcus had been Iktinos's prisoner. He bad been in the coffin for longer than he could remember and his mind was broken. He started to rave and cry, wailing. It went on for nearly an hour before Marcus was left raw-throated and exhausted, and the astropath gave in to Iktinos.

Astropaths sent and received psychic messages, one of the only means of sending information across the immense interstellar distances of the universe, and every one had a different method of doing so. Marcus did so through dreams, receiving complex symbolic messages while asleep and rebuilding them according to astropathic codes when awake. It was while he had slept in the coffin, sealed underwater, that fragments of communications from across the Imperium had flickered through his mind.

A dozen different messages and bits of information crossed across the screens. Daemons summoned to the streets of an isolated world. Greeknskins flooding through a desolate planet deep in the Milky Way. Mutants rioting, burning the crops of agri-worls and threatening to starve hive planets. Fleets of xenos pirates preying on pilgrim ships, devouring their very souls of their captives. Alien gods demanding whorshippers, plagues of insanity and heresy, a hundred thousand wars burning across a million worlds...

"Stop," said Iktinos.

Marcus gasped and coughed up a clot of blood. His lips still worked, mind festering with symbols that had bombarded him as he lay in the cold stone coffin.

"Go back. The greenskins."

"The... the great beast," gasped Marcus. "Came without warning. Shattered them. Without help they'll die."

"Where?"

"The world. A grave for heroes. Seo... Seongbong. A stone cat rules. Pride."

"And the beast?"

"Thousands of greenskins raining down from the sky. Too many to count. Destroyed their armies in a heartbeat. Their fleet is useless."

"Is it an exaggeration?" Iktinos's voice was not lacking in emotion now. There was steel in it, an implicit threat so powerful he could have been holding a knife to Marcus's throat.

"No, no. They will die without help."

Iktinos thought for a second before nodding. He placed the bag back over Marcus's head and slip the top of the coffin back on just as muffled screams were heard a second time. With a quick shove of his shoulder, the coffin was returned to its place below the surface of the water. Iktinos replaced his helmet atop his head and left the sanctum. He had news for Chapter Master Sarpedon.

JRCCC, San Diego, California, Earth SSR

MacIntyre's current roost at the JRCCC headquarters, managing no less than four crises at once, was filled with coffee cups, a cot, some manga books, and only a few creature comforts.

Then a brief message flashed to him from Director Lew of the ISB. It said simply, "Factor C seems to be having trouble with hostile elements. CoS telemetry had tracked asteroids heading into their sector--censored probe reports so they didn't know of the Clans. Recommendations?"

Mac sighed. "Factor C" was what Lew, in her insane majesty, called the Clans. It was rather annoying, and considering the lines were massively encrypted anyway, he then texted Lew back saying, "Jesus, Lew. Just say Clans. Keep me posted, inform JRCCC to prepare People's Navy to intervene, have them dispatch a unit under a Commissariat of Science appropriation so that if De Bruyn tries to ask where they're going, he can't do horseshit. And have CoS keep sending those probes out. Any anomalous comm signals, anything fucking wierd at all--I wanna know!"

OOC: I thought Telros and Dornalia were supposed to post first? Oh well.

IC: A flash.
Another.
Great swirling darkness.
Thousands of colours.
A planet. Writhing in green, dark and horrid. Like an ocean the green currents rolled across the planet. Then, the colour took form. Faces full of teeth, snarling and screaming in exultation.
Blood.
Armies that went as far as the eye could see and beyond. Banners of evil and decay. Humans. Mon-Keigh. In their great ship. The Drinkers of the Souls of men. The Imperial Eagle, shorn away from their armour.
Chaos?
No. But touched by the dreaded gods of the ether. Inside their ship. A dark sanctum, half enveloped by water. A deep and harsh voice echoed into his mind.
"Where?". A voice, weak and desperate, answered the human.
"The world. A grave for heroes. Seo... Seongbong."
A flash forward. Or was it backward?
What do you want?
Another flash. A huge, purple armoured figure, leaning over a large, stone coffin, a writhing and moaning man inside it, wires running from his body.
Greenskins
Whe-
Greens-

A voice, (or was it a message?), as clear as day. "Jesus, Lew. Just say Clans. Keep me posted, inform JRCCC to prepare People's Navy to intervene, have them dispatch a unit under-" It cut off.

But why? He flashed out with his mind, electrical energy building around him as he spat the words throughout the warp. Then he saw, thousands of worlds, destroyed by this Ork menace. Eldar. A last battle. Nothing was safe. The monsters had to be destroyed.

Caelrae opened his eyes, the vision fading from his mind. He was kneeling in the middle of a small chamber, the walls covered with a pure white and smooth material, as if made of bone. He was wearing the normal attire of a Eldar Farseer. Great robes of black, with his large helmet, a great tuft of hair sprouting from the back of the elongated head piece, hanging down and curling around it as it lay there beside him. His hair was long and pure white. His eyes, shaped so strangely they almost looked like almonds, pure black and piercing, blinked slightly as he got up in one, fluid motion. Several icons and metal shapes dangled from his waist, chained their by a thin piece of cloth. A great amulet hung around his long, thin neck.

The door behind him slid open, and a similar looking figure walked in, her movements lithe and quick.
"Farseer." She said, her voice soft.
"Frulrea. It is time for us to leave." Caelrae whispered, his eyes looking over to the woman.
"Farseer?" She repeated, in a more questioning tone.
"The greenskins have invaded a planet nearby. Their presence is attracting quite a bit of attention. Including Mon-Keigh." He answered, picking his helmet up from the ground, its long pony tail-like hair flowing dangling from the back. Keeping it in the crook of his arm, he turned to the woman completely. Frulrea glared angrily at the Farseer.
"Humans?"
"Yes. Including...the augmented ones." He said.
Frulrea nodded slowly. The Farseer continued. "I have forseen great danger if they are not stopped. And only we know what they will do if they are allowed to survive." He said, starting to walk away, through the door at the back of the chamber. "Prepare the ships. We leave now."

"The Orks are a great threat, Alara. Like all those who came from that war-torn galaxy, the Orks are immensely dangerous and have to be prevented from gaining a foothold in our galaxy. They are different from the pervasive madness of Chaos, the cold march of the Necrons or the xenophobic zeal of the Imperium. No, the Orks are something to be pitied and feared, for they were made to be warriors. Their existence was born to fight and so they do so. They have only not crushed that galaxy long ago since there are multiple Ork factions and they are impossible to unite, due to their own nature. When the Ork threat arose in Clan space, the Union had to go in to crush it, to wipe it out forever. Else it grew too powerful and began to overwhelm us one by one. So it was that I had the Might of Olympus, and its accompanying Battlefleet Hades, go to the source and ensure it would be wiped out. We knew others would be there, but we didn't care. The Clans had been our allies for a time, during Tenetia, and we would ensure they survived. We do not forget those who help us." Grand Admiral Muller on the Ork-Union War.


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Space is an infinite frontier. As long as one had the resources, willpower, and determination to explore, one could go on and on, mapping countless sectors. Due to this infinity, one could expect an infinite number of surprises and developments one could not expect, and that could cause an infinite amount of situations to form. So it was to the benefit of those who had the capability of monitoring space far beyond their borders to do so. Invasions could be cut short, enemies laid low and possible threats assessed and counters made before they even reached their space. The Telrosian Union, a revived and stronger nation after the Identity Wars, had done just that. Long-distance sensor stations were put throughout the Union as routine monitors, but special stations were constructed on the borders to see deep into space, using both advanced FTL sensors and a large supply of FTL-capable drones which were launched into sectors to monitor and send back data. Using this, they had not only discovered countless mineral deposits, planets, fallen civilizations and even a few growing alien nations, but they could monitor other nations as well. There was a delay but they could still see what was going on. So when the asteroid impacted the planet, and then the distress calls began to go out about the Ork threat, it would be too late for the Union to save the people of Seongbong, but they heard the distress call and had immediately set out to mobilize. But they would have only sent a token fleet, if they hadn't heard a certain part of the message......

Union Capital Planet Terra, Union Navy Headquarters

Meeting Room Omega was the room used for only the most dire and extreme situations, where all of the members of the "government" and the Navy's highest ranking men and women had to come decide what to do on matters of extreme importance. There was President Alara Carli, who represented the government so other nations who still had the trappings of normal government could interact with them, Grand Admiral Jonathan Muller, leader of the Navy, four other Admirals and Midnight, leader of the TITAN division, part of the Union Intelligence Agency. Muller leaned forward and spoke.

"I apologize for calling you all to this room, but you will understand in just a moment why I have done so." He waved a hand and a nearby holopad flickered to life, showing an A.I. construct. "Artemis, if you will." The construct smiled.

"Of course, Admiral." She vanished for a moment, only to have it replaced by a static-filled image of a man clutching the screen. "If anyone......... me,.......Seongbong, world......the Clans. We are.....heavy.......green monsters......can't hold......need aid....DEAR GOD!" The man was suddenly struck down by a large green-skinned creature with a badly made axe and gun. It roared and a mass of similar creatures charged past before the recording stopped, having reached the end. The room's temperature seemed to drop as they all realized what it was. The Orks, thought to be contained in the same galaxy the Chronosium Imperium originated from, had somehow come here. And they were assaulting the Clans. The Clans were strong, this they knew, but even they did not know the force they were dealing with, how it could expand, and how it thrived on war. Muller pressed a button and Artemis returned.

"We have located the source of the transmission. It is from a planet on the border of Clan space. Going through our sensor records, we have found that we detected an asteroid of significant size entering the system and then impacting with the planet. With the recording you just saw, you know this to be an Ork Rok, not a mere asteroid. How the hell it traveled so far from their galaxy is not known nor important. What we need to figure out is what we are to do about it. I've had Union Intelligence pulling all data on the Orks from the ESUS archives. My recommendation should be obvious; we need to send a battlefleet to deal with these Orks, before they become too strong."

One of the other Admiral's scoffed. "It will take them years to become strong enough to even harm us, why should we even bother? The Clans will wipe them out, we've all seen what they can do."

Midnight broke in, speaking himself. "That is untrue, Admiral. The Orks, as per the information we gained from the archives, tell us that they spread by spores. Wherever they walk, sleep, or die, they drop spores onto the planet. This ensures their high numbers and continual reproduction on any world. They are also known to be able to build their weapons since its genetically known to them. All they use is remembered through their DNA. They were created to fight the Necrons by some ancient race, all they knew is war and they thrive in it. If we do not stop them know, they'll overwhelm us in a green tide of screaming and death. We have to step in, to ensure the Clans don't fall, that we don't fall, and that the galaxy isn't overrun by these green freaks. The Admiral is right, a battlefleet will be needed. But not just for that." They all looked at him, curious. The President nodded.

"Go on, Midnight." She spoke softly and everyone had to lean in to hear her.

Nodding, he continued. "Others may take this opportunity to hit a weakened nation of the Clans, or to use the Orks to further their ambitions. We need a battlefleet so we can prevent that. We also don't know if more Orks may be attracted to the war that will be going on here. Union Intelligence and the TITAN division both recommend going with Mullers plan. But we go one step forward, we recommend Battlefleet Hades and Grand Admiral Muller be sent. We need to not take any chances with the Orks."

Jonathan nodded. "If it is the wish of the President and all else present, I will set out to cleanse this world of the Orks." Alara sighed and clasped her hands together.

"I understand the size of the threat these Orks pose, but other threats are on our doorstep. We are constantly under threat from the Chronosian Imperium and the Mekantans. Not to mention we have been getting weird readings from one of the protectorates. We won't be able to send you reinforcements, aside from a Legion or two perhaps."

The Grand Admiral nodded. "Do not worry, Alara. Battlefleets are designed to be autonomous. Aside from troops and supplies, we need nothing else unless the situations dire. And we can't waste our Battlefleets everywhere. I know the Union comes first. That is why I intended on this being a single operations. Intelligence has confirmed multiple FTL movements towards this system. It will not be long until more come and we will have plenty of allies to deal with this."

She gazed at him, her eyes struggling with several emotions at once. Then she sighed and nodded. The other Admirals nodded as well. Muller smiled. "Very well. I will be taking the Battlefleet, the Fourth and Seventh Legions, and four squads of TITAN operatives, as well as the needed supplies, equipment, and vehicles."

They all nodded. "Permission granted. Be careful, Jonathan." Then they all filed out one by one, until only Midnight and Muller were left. The Admiral grinned at Midnight. "Want to fight some Orks, Midnight?" The TITAN operative smiled viciously.

"You can't keep me from there even if you put a battleplate in front of me." Jonathan chuckled.

"Very well, let's get going."

In the Terran System, the Union kept two Battlefleets there, so as to ensure its safety and make it damned near impossible for anyone to get past the layers upon layers of defenses and the combined might of the two fleets. Battlefleet Orion would be taking the places of Hades near Terra, freeing up that fleet to go on the mission that had been laid out for it. In addition to the fifty ship strong fleet, they had eighty support ships. Medical frigates, supply ships, troop transports, and more, ensuring the campaign would run smoothly. From aboard the Might of Olympus, Admiral Muller commanded the entire operation. He was confident but wary. The Orks, while not intelligent, were cunning. He had seen them conduct raids and plans that most races did not believe could be done in the archives. As such, he had to be careful. Finally, after hours of furious preparation, they were ready. The entire one-hundred and thirty ship fleet aligned themselves to the system the Orks had attacked and then activated the Shunt Drives. The generators powered up, generating intense speed, until finally every ship crossed the threshold and launched like a shell from a railgun. The Union did not cross into another dimension when it traveled, it simply increase its speed until it reached a point that was faster than light. It would take an hour or so to reach the planet. He hoped he would not be too late to stop the Orks.

CIC, TCAF Dreamfall, 8th Fleet

The Mercury Class Battlestar was floating in a empty peice of space. it was the Flag of the 8th Fleet, A group of 6 Battlestars of the same class. They were on patrol in the area when they had picked up a transmission from one of thier raptors that was out on a scout run. They had stopped their FTL jumps to better recive the incomming transmission.
"Flight Pods deployed and CAP deployed, we are ready to recive transmission" Called out a grizzled grey wolf from behind the air control console.
"Confirmed Mr Field, Comms! Get me raptor 4-2" Called out the crimson fox wearing the black uniform of the fleet.
"Raptor 4-2 on the comms sir!" Replyed the racoon that was manning the comms desk.
"Very good! Raptor 4-2 what is your status?"
"Sir somthing appears to be happening to the Clans, green monsters are wipping them out, are Draydis is showing multiple large contacts heading straight for them."
"Thank you Raptor 4-2, stay there an observe, we need to report this back to Central Command, TCAF Dreamfall out" Admiral Huttser ended the call with the flick of a switch. Then picking up the ships phone and flicking a few switches to adress the fleet. "This is the Flag, All ships recover CAP and retract Flight Pods, spool up FTL drives and prepare to recvie co-ordinates for jump, That is all" Placing the phone back down he began to compile a report to TCAF Central Command.

(OOC:Sorry for crappy intro, i'm mentally drained)

the old NERV satellite activated after the censors detected something
ship approaching>/scan/
/ship type GS001/
<activate green skin protocol> /FTL data burst to HQ main HUB/weapons online/
weapons malfunction>/crash land planet side/

serenity PDC:
"commander we are receiving a message about an ancient protocol"
"what is it?"
"its designation is green skin"
"tell the emperor, now!"
in the emperors office:
he picked up the phone
"hello?"
"sir! this is serenity PDC the green skin protocol has flashed up on the screen!"
"so what, call tech support!"
"we tryed that but they have never seen it before and its in the original programming"
"so what does it say?"
"it says that if ever anyone is attacked by the green skins that we are to help!"
"okay then send 2 galleons and 2 trains!"
"sir yes sir"
in orbit 4 ships left port 2 where huge long ships laden with guns painted black with a figure head on the bows,the other 2 where small very long and thin these pivoted in may places along there length.
on board INN-mallard:
"sir the attack force is ready to jump"
"are you sure that the coordinates are safe?"
"sir the coordinates are 2 light years from the satellites beacon we will be fine"
"okay then, ready the force to jump"
"wormhole drive active"
"the 4 ships disappeared and re appeared near the target planet"
"sir we made it"
OOC: sorry for the AI rubbish also sorry for putting my satellite in the orbit of North Defense's planet.