NationStates Jolt Archive

"Report."

"Earthlike, industrial society. Developed from agriculture to industrialization over three hundred years. Under observation pre-expansion. With the expansion of our exclusion zone, tagged for removal."

A holographic map sat atop a table. A casual flick of a hand saw it swept away, lovingly replaced with a paper map.

"Exclusion zone was formerly five thousand, five hundred lightyears. Probes have confirmed a lack of starfaring sentient species within six thousand. There are only another fifty-two sentient species within the new exclusion zone, with another four hundred thirty-six with a possiblity of sentience within ten thousand years. They'll be wiped as soon as the Javelin is cleared for departure."

If one was to look in the room, it would reveal there was only a single man there. Seemingly, he was talking to himself. This analysis was entirely correct.

He sighed, stood up, and pushed his chair into the table. The table vanished, the stained teak becoming disassociated atoms once more.

The room was small, the walls wooden. A sword hung on the wall, but that too disappeared. After a moment, the entire setup evaporated, and the man hung in the emptiness of space, a single matter-annihilation generator cloaking his body in a swathe of sheer power.

He thought into the emptiness of space, seeking for minds attuned to his.

<Are we cleared for departure?>

<<You are, Mister Angleworthy. Your ship has been deemed spaceworthy, and kinetic harpoons have been sent into your gravitic control radii. Scour off the cities first, just in case they're one of those pesky industrial societies who've discovered FTL radios. Then take your time stripping the atmosphere, and tag the world for consumption. We'll send along a plunger to turn it into a usable resource as soon as the system is wholly cleared.

<Fine. I admit I don't fully understand the rationale behind obliterating sentient species. Or rather, I don't agree with it.

<<The decision has been made for you. It is necessary, and the larger the exclusion zone, the lower the chance of discovery. Not that the Spire is really all that discoverable in any case. It hardly exists in most fractalities, for one. Nevertheless, it's your first assignment. Destroy the Korichu, and if interlopers arrive, convince them it was a terrible accident.>>

<Understood.>

The hyperdense ball of matter floated away from an impossibly long spire, and winked out of existence. It was hardly pretty, but it radiated enough energy to be considered perhaps a dreadnought. Enough gravity to be considered on par with some moons. Half a second after it left, it arrived at Korichu.

The world sat below him, twinkling, blue, with the occasional puff of white cloud shading over the lush continents. In the seas, life teemed, thousands of steamers running across the oceans, some catching masses of fish, others carrying important messages from land to land.

This wasn't, to be entirely honest, all that important. A single blob of steel found itself suddenly accelerated to half-c, obliterating half the world's population at a single blow. The ship quietly waited to orbit around to the other side, and threw another one.

"Atmosphere. Almost accounted for. Probably a few thousand of the population left, too."

He looked down at the surface. A lot of heat, a lot of light. A lot of radiation. Apparently there'd been enough uranium compressed down there to set off a few nuclear reactions. He hadn't known that.

The world was black and smouldering, but the atmosphere was still intact. The ship moved again, finding itself about halfway out-system. A small asteroid belt orbited this sun, and a single asteroid was simply a classical way to down a world's atmosphere. At slower speeds, it might just wipe out life. But at the speed this asteroid had just been accelerated to, it'd hit the world in just under half an hour, stripping its atmosphere, and putting it rather off-orbit, enough to send it spiralling into the sun. Not that it'd really be necessary.

The ship coalesced into a more traditional shape - neutronium with an annihilation generator and star-drive strapped on was certainly effective for some circumstances, but it wasn't as efficient in the long-term, especially when it came to life-support.

Now, to wait. Hopefully, nobody would show up. After all, the evidence was a little incriminating, especially if they'd known there was life on the world before.

James Angleworthy coughed quietly, and sat down to enjoy a hot cup of tea, an unnecessary luxury fabricated from his ship's energy supplies. Still, he enjoyed it, and it'd give him something to do as he counted down. There was really only the question on someone arriving...

Unfortunately for Hyperspatial Travel, ten years ago the society had requested annexation by the Federation of Mewsland, located mostly in the galaxy six million light years away, while one of their ships was on an exploratory mission. A large starbase sat in orbit on the side hidden to the HT ship, with a good number of ships inside, including Voyager (MCC-1701), on an annual inspection of Base 100 Alpha.

Mew) Everything looks good. Let's get back to-

Science) Unidentified vessel approaching, sir.

Mew) Mew to Voyager! Twelve to beam up!

Back on the bridge of Voyager, everyone had already started departing procedure, along with a few other ships.

Everyone) We're ready, sir!

Mew) Good! Let's go! Reverse at 1/4 luminal!

Helm) Going reverse on subluminal drive.

Science) Sir? The world has just been destroyed!

Mew) Open a channel to the unknown.

Comms) Channel open.

Mew) This is President Mew Mæow II of the Federation of Mewsland. State the reason you have destroyed one of our planets.

<<You didn't NOTICE?>>

<I noticed. I just didn't think it was a starship. Looked more like an industrial or nuclear scrapball.>

<<Bullshit. You just didn't scan the other side of the planet coming in. It's not as if the extra few seconds involved would've been HARD. I mean, honestly. I give you a simple task and you manage to completely fuck it up. If you'd be so good as to go into cleanup mode, I'd really appreciate it. If you can manage that.>>

<Fine, you got me. I was over-enthusiastic. Want me to kill everything?>

<<Don't be ridiculous. They probably have ansibles. Even if you kill them all, word will get out. Use a traditional excuse. Something most people would believe.>>

<Any ideas?>

<<It's YOUR mission. Besides, it's not exactly a hard one. All you had to do was wipe a world clean of defenseless life. A blind monkey could do that. Redeem yourself by getting our PR back-on-track.>>

James coughed quietly, and spoke into a transmitter. Radio waves were simple enough to receive, and he assumed the other ships could understand Basic.

"This planet is within the six-thousand lightyear exclusion zone for.."

He paused. He needed a credible lie, and needed one fast.

"This is strictly classified. A biological infection-form has been released approximately six thousand lightyears from this point. Almost indestructible, it feeds on sentient life, growing as it goes. Unfortunately, this planet had to be wiped clean of life in order to starve said infection-form. We advise you leave the area immediately, as you are vulnerable as well."

He wiped his forehead.

<<Seriously? Biologicals? Infections? James, if you get to pilot a TEA TRAY after this, I'll resign my Admiralty.>>

Mew) There's no such form here. We have just recently scanned the area within the next seven thousand light years. There's no such form within this area. Now tell me why you really destroyed this planet, and tell me the truth, or my ships will open fire and destroy your vessel.

<Needing a little help here, oh admiralo. Though they're lying through their teeth, I know that. If they'd scanned as far as they'd said they did, they would've found the Spire. And if they'd found the Spire, we would've killed them all, no?>

<<Fine. Permission to kill absolutely fucking everything granted.>>

<You quite serious there?>

<<You could say that. Some ridiculous interventionist minor power trying to save the natives. I refuse to have our safety compromised by space-hippies. So, here's the deal. I've got a script designed for this sort of situation. Upload it to your radio, send it to them, give them a few moments to leave, and then start shooting. Start shooting a whole lot.>>

<This is hardly normal Admiralty policy.>

<<What are you talking about? We'll shoot at anyone, provided they're not a civilized power. It's not as if there are that many civilized powers left in the universe, after all.>>

James grunted.

"Fine, fine. I really wanted this to be a simple routine operation. I guess that's what you get, old son."

Transmission to Mewsland Forces
Interlopers, your presence is not appreciated here. The Fifth Realm has recently decided to expand the interdiction and safety zone around certain strategic assets to six thousand lightyears. Every single star within that radii has been safely purged of life and non-Realm craft in order to ensure that these assets are not threatened. This star is now under the interdiction of the Fifth Realm, and is hence Fifth Realm territory. Any previous claims are void, and any attempt to enforce them will be dealt with swiftly and harshly. Kindly don't fire on my craft. I'm fifteen lightminutes away as is, and it's not as if you can hit me. Rest assured that, one way or another, you are also leaving this system.

After a moment, the former hull and teacup James had been using disappeared, leaving once more a naked torus of neutronium, slowly being annihilated in order to produce the energy needed to defend against any attacks.

The Blacken Sphere flowed through its FTL way of travel, the twenty six constructed by the Technonaut Collective. Its Master was at its console looking over sensor data and other bland facts when its noted something unusual. Rereading the data it checked old charts with the new charts several times until it was certain, someone or something was destroying a number of planets in a specific manner, most had some sort of life before their destruction but most hadn't been far enough to cause the destruction the Spheres had detected.
Is something troubling you?
Yes, this.
Most unusual.
Indeed, the sudden disappearance of a number of planetary gravity wells is most unusual specially when the only ones that seemed to have been destroyed use to have some sort of lifeforms on them.
Sentient ones?
Not always, but 72% of them did.
Let us guess you wish to investigate.
If it wouldn't be to much of a problem.
Sigh, we guess not. Do you have anywhere in particular?
This one seems as good as any, it has just recently been felt.

The Sphere briefly lit up as it made a midcourse correction bringing it in line to drop out where an Earthlike, industrial society use to be...

Mew) If you fire on this ship, there will be war, and believe me, you don't want a species in control of an ENTIRE galaxy (and their allies) bearing down on you. Depart this system immediately. We are a civilized power in all ways, I can tell you that much.

OOC: Umm, Mewsland, that message burst that talked about the Spire is not something YOU would have heard. It was to his Admiralty and something. So claiming to know it is godmodding. Also, owning an entire galaxy is quite impossible at your population level and while you can use it for background or something else, you can't inflate your ships and army and pop.

Place Holder until tomorrow

OOC: I am going to have to ask that you modify that one, Mewsland. I may have made myself a little unclear, and if that's the case, I apologize. Italicized text with << tags is a transmission to James from James's commander, italicized text with < tags is a transmission to James's commander from James. Only messages obviously precluded by things like "James spoke into a transmitter... and assumed other species could understand Basic" and Transmission to Mewsland Forces are things you're actually going to pick up.

And, yeah. What Telros said. Your NS population is your measure of power, not your claims to control. So you're a tiddler at best. Keep in mind when I said "civilized power", the Realm doesn't measure civilization by such arbitrary measures as culture, intelligence, and history. We do it by firepower.

(OOC: I guessed. Most nations like you have something like it. Plus, I remember seeing it in another thread)

(Also OOC: The population was for when I ran Mewsland as MT. I chose to go to FT not too long ago and adjusted everything as such.)

(And again, OOC: Okay... You want firepower, you'll get firepower. As in a self-destructing ship lodged in your stardrive section. Now do you really want firepower?)

OOC: One, you can adjust your RP population as you wish. But your NS population is still directly equivalent to your entire fleet's power. Your power can be smaller if you want, but not bigger.

And two, you wouldn't be the first to try. But you're more than welcome to do so.

With that settled, back to the IC!

(OOC: The NS population is my fleet's power, but the RP population of the Galaxy stands at about three hundred billion. Large, but that's what it needs to be)

OOC: S'my point. If you could just edit your post so that it removes references to my fleet messaging one another, we can get back to the IC.

OOC:While I have only tried FT twice, both times with it dying because the person who started it left on us, I wouldn't mind trying my hand at this one. If you have no problem, I will send an exploration fleet which will pick you both up. Oh, and please excuse my most likely lacking capability at FT RP, as I said, I have only tried my hand at such twice.

Cute. Go ahead, try and make me leave.

First things first, FTLi up. Eight lightseconds was plenty. Nothing was getting in, nothing was getting out, unless it was turned off. At least, not at faster-than-light speeds. Secondarily.. James smiled. Gravshields pulsed once, just to check. He'd have to throw out a sensor orb out the back, and use that to collect electromagnetic wave-scans, and pulse away all inbound radiation from the Mewsland ships. A fairly rudimentary protective measure, but one good enough to prevent him being hit.

Thirdly, he fired. If the Mewsland ships didn't change course, they'd each be hit with a pulse of maser radiation powerful enough to fry an ocean.

And now, to wait.

Your move, el presidente.

(OOC: And just to be clear, FTLi means no FTL. That generally includes sensors and communications, so no automagically calling in backup or reporting anything until the FTLi goes down.)

The Sphere dropped out just as the Hyper's FTLi(which I oocly really don't like extending much past a ship's surface but heh her/his thread her/his rules.) activated on the opposite side of the planet of the two groups.
Hmm, that planets seen better days.
Indeed, starting scans now, we aren’t likely to find much though.
One survivor would be enough for a reclamation, more would be nice. Any signs of what did this?
We are detecting two groups on the far side of the planet, haven’t got a confirmation on their specs yet. One of them is likely to have done this or happened upon it like we did.
Possibly alert us if you find any survivors. We’ll try and figure out whom else is out there…

(OOC: We have a starbase right here.)

Science) Sir? Detecting a superluminal inhibitor coming! And also maser radiation!

Mew) Well, the masers will have no effect, but the inhibitor will! Engage tractor beam on the starbase and accelerate to luminal speed before it hits! This system is already Warp Space unstable as it is, a superluminal inhibitor blast could cause tears! Tell them they just wrote their own epitaph unless the superluminal inhibitor is shut down.

OOC: MEANWHILE!!! dundundun

OOC: Also, Bryn, since when does FTLi stop tfl comms? wouldnt that be oh i dunno, a COMMS JAMMING ECM weapon?

IC: A scouting detail, having located a broken world spiraling into its systems sun, had started what would become the largest evacuation effort in the known galaxy. RTMR light medium and heavy freighters popped into the planets atmosphere and into its orbit like popcorn. swarming to retrieve the various survivors. before the planet spun too close to its sun. Long range gravitic sensors picking up a similar situation in a dozen other planets in the 'general' area.(i use the word in the most vague sense). They would repeat this rescue process a dozen times before what happened next.

After a time, a similar fleet showed up in this system. apparently blundering into a first contact. The convoy was a few hundred cargo vessels, accompanied by a single Victory class carrier and two Cerberus ships of the line. There was also a number of small escort frigates sprinkled through the transports.

The captain of the carrier growled as he saw the state of yet another planet. "Right then, start in on this one. Inform Pegasis command that we've got another batch incoming." He was cut off by the sensors officer. "Sir, detecting vessels in the system. Picking up weapons discharges as well as an active interdictor field. I'm reading three seperate vessel signatures. One appears to be.. Yes, Mewsland." The captain nodded. Right then. Give me a general broadcast to the area."

"This is Captain Nelson of the Red Talons Mercenary Republic vessel Angels-Flight, to all sentients in the system. We are acting as a rescue force for a recent string of planetary holocausts. We would like the nation responsible to contact us directly so that we may resolve any possibilities that would limit or remove the need for such a waste of life."

OOC: Also, Bryn, since when does FTLi stop tfl comms? wouldnt that be oh i dunno, a COMMS JAMMING ECM weapon?
OOC: Since they're FTL and that's what FTLi does.

Stars twinkled like a thousand gems scattered across the empty blackness of space. Within the distance, a large moon and several ships appeared, trading comms. Suddenly in a burst of blue light, a Nike (http://z10.invisionfree.com/Universal_Defense/index.php?showtopic=104) class battle cruiser dropped out of hyperspace. Her name was HMS Orion, which had been sent ahead to investigate the region. For many years planets had been dissappearing, and entire species were being instantly wiped out by some unknown force.
She quickly began to close her Warshawski Sail, for it could be easily damaged. Off in the distance her captain, Graith Dr'klow, was watching the two vessels begin to exchange fire. While they were still far off, such that the exchanges appeared to be mere pin-pricks of light, computer enhancement showed that one of the vessels had deployed a FTL communications jammer. While this would inhibit communications within their vicinity, at the range Orion was at it would make no difference.
"Comm, send off a message to Daiwiz. Message is as follows: We have discovered several ships currently firing upon one another, a vessel that appears to have been carved out of a moon, and several freighters. The planet they are surrounding has been wiped of all life. We are currently investigating. Message ends." He said gruffly.
Without turning, he ordered helm to set a course to the planet at 80% military power. They would arrive within four hours. Hopefully the homeworld will have gotten the message within that time.

OOC:Is this fine? I might send some reinforcements in the form of cruisers and frigates, since its a full-fledged scout force. They would take quite a while to get there though.

OOC: How on earth do you detect maser radiation inbound? It comes in at lightspeed. That's the whole reason you use em guns as opposed to c-fracs. They're less powerful on the whole, but harder to dodge.

Technonauts, I tend to find a few lightseconds prevents the old "lol massive bullet dropped right off your hull gg" that used to predominate II RP.

Ooh, and Red Talons, everyone is dead. There's a possibility of people living if they were far underground, but the surface is a nice shiny glass as it is.

Daiwiz, you're fine. I like you, besides.

IC: "Huh. They're leaving. That works."

James smiled. He'd glassed their world, but he didn't want to be mean about it, nosiree.

Odd.. ships were jumping in around the planet, and doing... something. They appeared to be... landing. Oh, and there was a transmission. He ignored it. It probably wasn't all that important.

He hadn't noticed the Daiwiz vessel yet - with FTLi up, there was no real possibility of using FTL sensors, and so he was relying on reliable old active sensors to scout out the system for him. That would probably be at least a few minutes.

OOC:You like me O.o I'v only seen you like five times before lmfao. Or atleast, so far as I can remember. I might'v roleplayed with you over the summer...Hmm...Too...Many...RP's! From what I'v seen of you, you are a good RPer and person lol. Also, my RPing sucks this week cause I'm designing weapons mostly, and I'm sick at the same time...

"Comms, how long until we are within comm range with the various ships?" Graith drawled out.
"Five minutes, sir, but the distance means the transmission will take several minutes to reach their sensors thanks to that jammer." A woman in a red and green space suit denoting her as the head communications officer said, without looking up from her display. "I suggest you compose your message now sir, that way we can fire it off when we come into range."
"Yes. Message is as follows:"
To: All parties in orbit around destroyed planet

This is HMS Orion. We are of the Space Empire of Daiwiz. We have been sent to investigate the mysterious dissapearence of multiple worlds and sentient life forms within this systems. We see that we have come too late to save this world, however we wish to bring those that have done such to justice. If you have any knowledge whatsoever as to whom is responsible, please inform us. This message is broadcasting on all wave lengths. Do not fire upon us, or we shall be forced to return fire, and so you will most certainly be destroyed. We have reinforcements on the way. Thank you.

"But sir, we can't be certain we will be getting any reinforcements. The task force would still be an hour away, assuming they left as soon as our message reached them." The com officer blurted out in surprise.
"Yet they do not know that." Graith murmered loud enough for her to hear. Now it was a waiting game, as they sped towards the multitude of ships forming around the glass ball that once a planet.

OOC: How on earth do you detect maser radiation inbound? It comes in at lightspeed. That's the whole reason you use em guns as opposed to c-fracs. They're less powerful on the whole, but harder to dodge.

Technonauts, I tend to find a few lightseconds prevents the old "lol massive bullet dropped right off your hull gg" that used to predominate II RP.

Ooh, and Red Talons, everyone is dead. There's a possibility of people living if they were far underground, but the surface is a nice shiny glass as it is.

Daiwiz, you're fine. I like you, besides.

IC: "Huh. They're leaving. That works."

James smiled. He'd glassed their world, but he didn't want to be mean about it, nosiree.

Odd.. ships were jumping in around the planet, and doing... something. They appeared to be... landing. Oh, and there was a transmission. He ignored it. It probably wasn't all that important.

He hadn't noticed the Daiwiz vessel yet - with FTLi up, there was no real possibility of using FTL sensors, and so he was relying on reliable old active sensors to scout out the system for him. That would probably be at least a few minutes.

(OOC: Okay. You fire off a superluminal inhibitor, and then you fire something at superluminal speed? Plus, I think fifteen minutes gives them plenty of time to react)

(OOC: Okay. You fire off a superluminal inhibitor, and then you fire something at superluminal speed? Plus, I think eighty seconds gives them plenty of time to react)
OOC: Stop being bad at RPing and worse at science.

OOC:Be nice Bryn...Try and be diplomatic, otherwise it will sound like flaming.

OOC:

Why can't anyone kill each other with a little bit of dignity? Lets look at the statistics here. HT is a much, much, larger nation. He's got a clearly demonstrated will to annihilate worlds that have really no capability to threaten them based on potential. Now Mewsland is a small, very small, nation with limited combat capability thanks to his lack of attritional and strategic depth based on his population. Essentially, this is a really bad idea for Mewsland to continue overt operations at this time because when he does lose this battle, he will be hard pressed to replace his losses for the inevitable defense of his homeworld(s) against this threat.

My two cents on this one is that Mewsland get the hell out of here with what little he knows about his enemy and find allies. Otherwise he will go down with nothing more than a bang and a whimper and this threat that Hyperspatial Travel represents will continue to menace the galaxy behind a veil of anonymity.

OOC:Well, if he messages me informing me that Hyperspatial Travel is the one responsible for the destruction of said worlds, my battlecruiser will join in on his side. I also have reinforcements that will be there in about 1.5-2 hours. RP time anyways.

Once clear of the FTLi, moving at .75 luminal, Voyager, as well as Enterprise and Constitution, received Daiwiz' message.

Comms) We have just received a message from Daiwiz, sir.

Mew) On audio.

This is HMS Orion. We are of the Space Empire of Daiwiz. We have been sent to investigate the mysterious dissapearence of multiple worlds and sentient life forms within this systems. We see that we have come too late to save this world, however we wish to bring those that have done such to justice. If you have any knowledge whatsoever as to whom is responsible, please inform us. This message is broadcasting on all wave lengths. Do not fire upon us, or we shall be forced to return fire, and so you will most certainly be destroyed. We have reinforcements on the way. Thank you.

Mew) This is President Mew Maeow II of the Federation of Mewsland. We have just found the people- a bang as the controls on the superluminal drive exploded as a result of the Warp Space tears- responsible for the destruction of the planets. The nation of Hyperspatial Travel, also known as the Fifth Realm, have opened an "exclusion zone" of six thousand light years, extended from five thousand, five hundred. The expanded area of the exclusion zone (five hundred light years) contains fifteen Mewsland systems. The destruction of a Mewsland planet, as well as the revocation of Mewsland's claim to this system, are sufficient basis to have war declared as soon as we have enough allies. We are about to "open fire" on you, but be aware, this is merely a data burst on what we know about these people.

"Wonderful. The more advanced of the two is the one that is causing the problems. How long until they are within weapons range?" Graith growled out.
"Exactly 1.5 minutes sir. Bringing turrets into firing positions now." Spoke the Cheif Gunner as he rapidly began to type upon the keyboard. Outside, doors began to roll down, revealing the barrels of laser cannons, Grasers*, and multiple missile batteries.
"Turn on the Sidewall, and bring us into position for a full broadside upon the Hyperspatial Travel warship. Prepare to launch half** our Proton Torpedoes, and 10 Mk 16 MDM's. (http://z10.invisionfree.com/Universal_Defense/index.php?showtopic=106) Hopefully we can shut down their drives. Fire when ready." As these last words were said, hundreds of missiles streaked forth from Orion as she began to turn, facing the enemy with her full broadside, and the Sidewall.

[size=0]OOC:You can read about what a Sidewall is in my description of the Nike class.
*A Graser is This. (http://honorverse.wikia.com/wiki/Space_Weapons_Technology#Graser) I base my ships off of HonorVerse vessels, btw.
**The total of proton torpedoes she carries is 600. So 300 have been launched. They are still susceptible to point defense, and countermissiles obviously though.

OOC: Mewsland, I activated a superluminal inhibitor, and then fired something at LUMINAL speed. FTLi doesn't stop radiation.

IC: Glittering pearls of light shimmered around the torus of neutronium, each one unfolding delicately into a single elegant shape. Blues and greens and hues of scarcely imaginable delight found themselves painted on whirling spheroids, each one a small distance away from the craft itself.

"Sssdeath.", James mumbled.

Three thousand years of warfare, and these... creatures thought that they could stop him? Millenia of running, of hiding from powers that fed on stars and ripped the walls between dimensions apart, and their safety was threatened once again?

No. Not again. Memories flashed in front of his eyes, each too painful to fully recall. This time, they would not be the ones dying. It would be someone else. Perhaps this was a rather cavalier attitude to take, but idealism didn't stop, hadn't stopped the glassing of a single world. Couldn't stop it.

He blinked, and found his consciousness vastly expanded. Refracting pulses of light bent by the sheer mass of his craft found use as storage, used by his mind. He chuckled.

You have no idea who you're dealing with. Though I'll be sure to change that.

Arrogance. It was a fine beginning. He could never quite manage the extra senses and euphoria without it, and besides: he had enough to be arrogant about.

A brief thought brought up full gravitic power, easily enough to push any incoming radiation away. Of course, this had the added effect of leaving him sensor-blind towards the enemy ships - which was why he had the tiny whirling probes. They would be pulled in his wake, and detect radiation for him. He could sense space-time distortions - mass signatures - by himself, that was hardly an issue.

The Mewslanders. They were hardly an issue. Of course, their world had been destroyed, but... nevertheless. Nothing he'd seen of them indicated any sort of firepower, though it was a distinct possibility. This "Space Empire of Daiwiz", though. More power, and apparently gravtech. Not particularly sophisticated, but it didn't really need to be. If he missed a single breacher missile, he could end up disabled or dead.

First, we move.

Fairly slow, fairly slow. Maybe twenty thousand gees. But fast enough to give him enough time to respond to those missiles, which was the important factor right now.

Second, we go into bat.

Bursts of maser radiation started popping MDMs - anything sporting that sort of gravtech needed it.

"Hm. Primitive breacher missiles. That, or they're designed to crack open a different sort of gravitic shield. Either way, they're dangerous enough."

A massively-expanding cloud of chaff found its way towards the proton torpedoes, distracting a few - destroying a few more. It wasn't particularly aimed.

Now, what to use when it came to the actual killing? Missiles? No, too easily deflected. The same with c-fracs, and crushing those ships with pure gravitic power would just be plain wasteful. After a moment's consideration, the blob of neutronium raced through the proton torpedoes, carefully shielded from any and all radiation. Of course, it was blind for the moment, but it could tell where the enemy ships were simply via their mass signatures. A few of the torpedoes exploded, but he was reasonably protected. He'd probably be outrunning them, in any case. Within just a few minutes, he'd be right next to the Daiwiz ships, with enough power to simply crush them into neutronium.

Third, let's play ball. Your turn to catch!

Incoming message.
This is HMS Orion. We are of the Space Empire of Daiwiz. We have been sent to investigate the mysterious disappearance of multiple worlds and sentient life forms within this systems. We see that we have come too late to save this world, however we wish to bring those that have done such to justice. If you have any knowledge whatsoever as to whom is responsible, please inform us. This message is broadcasting on all wave lengths. Do not fire upon us, or we shall be forced to return fire, and so you will most certainly be destroyed. We have reinforcements on the way. Thank you.
Hmm, so someone else also noticed. They are also abit aggravating with that last part. Wish we could find some survivors, would make this whole mess a whole lot easier.
Indeed it would, but we aren't detecting awhole lot past the single cell stage still alive down there.
No point in staying around then, if you would do the honors?
I would indeed.
With that the Sphere shimmered as its thrusters came online, increasing its orbital velocity enough for it to start to push away from the doomed planet and the traces of life still on it, a narrower beam of light encoded in the normal frequencies and stuffed with words in the common language angled away from the sphere heading towards the aggravating ship.

"We do not fully understand who or what did this to this planet or others in this sector but our sensor datas and other information has just been beamed to your ship.(ooc along with a little surprise for later commutations) If you or any of your kind is able to find any survivors of this or any other similarly destroyed planet we greatly wish to meet them."

Mew) Transmit the same message we sent to Daiwiz to the Technonaut vessels.

This is President Mew Maeow II of the Federation of Mewsland. We have just found the people responsible for the destruction of the planets. The nation of Hyperspatial Travel, also known as the Fifth Realm, have opened an "exclusion zone" of six thousand light years, extended from five thousand, five hundred. The expanded area of the exclusion zone (five hundred light years) contains fifteen Mewsland systems. The destruction of a Mewsland planet, as well as the revocation of Mewsland's claim to this system, are sufficient basis to have war declared as soon as we have enough allies. We are about to "open fire" on you, but be aware, this is merely a data burst on what we know about these people.

Mew) Tell Daiwiz' Orion to watch out! We're about to ignite the hydrogen gas pockets in Warp Space. It'll cause a pretty big explosion.

Comms) Aye sir.

Mew) Full axis rotation to port!

Helm) Aye, sir.

The computer made a beep-beep-beep sound to show that it registered the orders.

Mew) Fire all ventral phasers!

Tactical) Ventral phasers, aye.

Sixteen phaser shots were fired, two from each ventral array, igniting all the gas pockets.

Mew) Helm! Take us out of Warp Space!

As the fighting started, a cloaked ship wandered by the system take note of the incident. For now, it would do nothing but watch the proceedings. If someone versed in psychic abilities was around, though, they would notice something of a shadow darken the area around the cloaked ship...

bump for Daiwiz (It's kinda hard to do anything before he responds, seeing as I'm speeding straight at him)

OOC: Hey, Mewsland. It seems as if Daiwiz is dead for all intents and purposes. Are you cool playing on as though his ship isn't there?

OOC: Bluuuoormmp.

((I talk to Daiwiz in the Universal Defense Storefront thread. Try harping at him/her there.))

((Bump for Daiwiz. Going once.))

OOC:Sorry about that. My net died on me awhile back, and forgot about this lol. Will get a post hopefully tonight, possibly tommorrow. If I forget again, then feel free to take command of my ship. I also have several vessels en-route, including some of your designs, and my Kratique class Super-Dreadnought. I now remember why I only rarely do FT. It makes my head hurt XD Too many strange words that I have never heard before lol. I become a wiki regular when I join a FT.

((Okay))

((I regret that I must take my leave. I have too much stuff in RL to take part in this, I barely have enough time to take part in "Operation Trinity Glare." It is a very good idea and such lol. I give Mewsland control over my vessels. Sorry. I may be able to re-join in the future. If you will have me.))

((Okay. Hope you can come back soon.))