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FNN News flash....

“Hello my names Rafael B Anderson Welcome to the Six o clock evening news. “

The older man shifted in his chair the holo cameras broadcasting and recoding everything. He continued with a stiff voice

“The Federation Government Today announced that all Federation Fleets and troops will be mobilized and ready to fight, this move comes on the heels of the Haven station fiasco, the President said and I quote.

“We don’t know where their coming from or what they have planned so best be ready and on our heels, we also have threats from other nations”


He went on to say that Federation ships troops and reserve forces will be deployed to do fleet exercises never staying in one place for to long, this is increasingly worrying the public as our poll shows. 75% of the public Is wondering the true motives behind this mobilization. 25 % are already readying themselves for evacuation.”


We go to the streets of New Earth now for details.

A young woman reporter idly appeared on the screen.


“Evening Rafael!” She said
the man responded “Evening Johana. What do you have for us?”

“Well “ ..the woman started to speak out

“Apparently people are really worried about what’s going on government officials, this local bar owner said people have been flooding in to his place..”

a Middle aged well dressed man appeared on screen and started to speak

“ Yeah, we got people comin in from all over the place in there, We don’t know what the hell is going on the G man hasn’t told us much Its good for business at least.”

he cut off..

“Back to you” The woman trailed off. The older man in the studio came back on.

“We will keep you posted with future updates for now Goodnight..

A catchy ABC like tune started to play...

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UNS Home world: Capitol City: Hume:

"Incoming Prime one, Prime two, confirmed."

"Landing pad, Prime Minster and Head of State are confirmed. All personal prepare..."

A small luxury ship swept over the sea of green tress towards the UNS High Command base, or as the public liked to call it " The Mole's Hole". Slowing down it executed it's final landing sequence. It's two front wings pulled back till it was a stop, hovering. Then the back wings containing the engines followed suit until he craft was safely on the ground. The Prime Minister exited the craft and was escorted onto a 'Cooper cart.

"They're in the 'coopers."

The carts then made there way down a long and dark tunnel. The soldiers saluted the Prime Minster as the carts sped past them. After a few minutes and several hundred meters from the planets surface it came to an halt.

Greeting them was the Minister of Defence. "Mr. Prime Minister. You were able to see Mrs. Hume safely I take it?" Spoke the Defence Minister.

"Uh, yes, yes, Pat, she, uh, that is Mrs. Hume wasn't too happy about well, you know ,but she's okay now, I guess."

"Good to hear it sir." Said the Head of State just recently arriving to the room.

Ignoring the Head of State the Prime Minister responded the Defence Minister. "What's our Situation?"

"Western Sector: Federal Union ship massing, allegedly response to Eastern alarmism-"

"Uh, that might possible be genuine. This week we've both been on full alert..." interrupted the Head of State.

"Ahem, the question is, what do we do next?

The Prime Minster sat down staring intently at the giant information screen. Finally he responed:

"Simply we do what we came down here for: We stay at Defcon two, and we sit...


and we wait.



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Romandeos and known Coreidan Borders ,Several light years from Star Base 192...

Over two hundred warships from the fifth fleet where spread along several million Km’s their forms glinting in soft yellow hued light coming from a local star, their bodies silhouetted against the masses of distant and close stars.

The UTF Prometheus was at the head of the fleet, It was the sister battle ship to the Hyperion Just completed at the tyrian shipyards. Admiral Winston Hughes was in command, his commanders cap was rather neatly placed upon his head, his blue eyes peered out of the holo port, He sat on his chair idly puffing upon a cigar, smoke arising from its lit tip.

The Federation Had mobilized their own massive forces now amassed upon their former allies borders.

He folded one leg over the other , two fleets mobilized along two borders at least known borders .

Winston picked up a book he placed a hand over his cigar and ashed it then put it in his mouth again inhaling deeply. He idly started to flick through the book, the book was the holy bible.

He was a religious man one of the more.. .standard older earth religions. He knew if war came it would be on a defensive front and he would most likely be one of the first to die. Their weapons where hot their shields where up klaxons blared with read, all personal stood at battle stations and heightened alert. Fighters maneuvered and strafed doing erratic maneuvers around the larger capital ships. Maps from probes and path finder projects displayed every thing from local sector space to power signature.

Probes used long range sensors with the help of ships along the borders of both territories.

UNS Home world: Capitol City: Hume:

The information room was a buzz. Men were everywhere trying a intercept calls and find out what the hell was going on. If the Intel was right the Federal union had invaded the border of a foreign government. The Minister of Defence was quick to denounce the recent activity.

"Prime Minister sir, the chances of spill over into our regions is slim to none." The Minister of defence said calmly.

"We can't take that chance, we need to mobilise the middle fleet!" Spoke a worried Head of State. "We can't risk. the possible of a breach into our lands."

The Prime Minster stood up from his commanding chair. Loudly proclaiming to the two bickering men. "We will mobilise a Force Recon team to scout their borders. If they report that our interests will be threatened... I will send in the middle fleet."



UNS Colony:

Major Roman exited a elevator.He was obviously stressed. Double and trip checking his uniform making sure everything was in place. Major Roman had good reason to be nervous. He was located at the Center for the advancement of Weapons and Defence technologies. Commonly known for the worst accidental death ratio in the sector. Also known as the most prestigious Center in the UNS. Lasers, Phasers, Shields and the like were researched, developed and tested here. The problem was they seldom manged to work.

Passing through a room covered in thick translucent gel he opened the doors to his designation:

CONTROL ROOM A

The room was huge, it was the size of two football fields and a half. The space was put to use as large crates were stacked everywhere creating a maze. Standing a few meters in front of him was a UNS scientist busy working away on a obscure table.

"Excuse me sir, I was told to meet one of you here." Spoke Major Roman. The scientist turned his head, his face smiling brightly like a child at Christmas.

"Grenadier Major Roman! I was expecting you, come, come. Take a look at this." The scientist said beckoning him over. "I present to you the Infantry rife of the future." The scientist pause for dramatic effect. "...The Archer-Class Infantry assault rife!" He said proudly.

"Err... that's great but how does it work?" Responded Roman.

"Glad you asked m'boy. The upper barrel fires high intently EMP bolts, we measured them at six-thousand BPM's. While the lower component is a pump action..." The scientist pulled back the pump handle. "...Gauss-propelled Titanium alloy Slug thrower, crude but effective." Finished the scientist, releasing the pump it gave a satisfying *click*.

"Very crude." Criticized Roman heaving an extra Archer from the work table.

"Well... uh... Kinetics have come a long way in just a few short years Major... heh, please be careful.


"And too imbalanced. How are my men suppose to use these?" asked Roman.

"I'm sure you'll find the time to train while heading to Hope." Said a growling annoyed scientist.

"Shit, they've invaded Hope?"

"Not yet, but High Command wants you their anyway Major. So please if you come back dead, don't stain the Archers."