Tyranids

"Revise your comment, it is of no use for negotiation. We cannot simply kill all life, there must be something you actually want." The Overseer said with a frown

Clones

They weren't the same as the others here, that had become increasingly obvious, from the first reading of their minds this was obvious. These "Equestrians" knew them as "Triarians". They were also separate from the Equestrians. And they were test subjects.
Their knowledge had bee easy to take, they didn't have these "Psionics". The younglings had taken a lot of
useful information from their minds. Names, places, purpose... Intentions.
They were a separate race and were test subjects, captives if you will. This was similar to the concept that they found called "Racism". And they had been "Cloned" from a "Sample" taken from another "Triarian" by force on a planet of their kind.
They were "Prisoners", basically. As far as they knew, they were essentially children that had been torn from their parents.

I'm afraid...
We all are, but we must return home
It's so far away. I want my parents.
We leave, today. And we'll get them for hurting our brother
Did they...
Just look at him, it must be them.
What if we get caught...
Don't worry... We'll go home, you'll see.
And then we'll find our parents and they'll tell Vahlen off and she won't be bad anymore?
Yeah, that's right, Vahlen will be good once the others tell her off!

Ayaerid Empire

On the secret headquarters of the People's Ayaerid Republic, a movement that demands secularization and the immediate establishment of a socialist republic on the Ayaerid Empire

"Halt right there! You... you are Yhogytj Opdonp?" a guard asked to the imperial governor of the Ebryrian system.

"Yes, my fellow gentlemen." He did the tounge and eyes movements which prove he knows there's a secularist movement on the building which looks like a hill. As soon as he said this, four guards surrounded him, they analized his whole body with their hand scanners and after proving he had nothing that could mean that he was possibily spying on them, they pulled their plasma rifles on his neck.

"Are you sure that he has nothing around him that could mean he's spying on me?" A voice yelled from the inside.

"Yes, my sir. He has nothing that could put on risk the whole operation" A guard replied.

They took him inside and they cuffed his hands and feet to make sure he won't try to run away.

"An imperial governor trying to join this movement, specially someone that until now has proven to be very zealous of the Yerahid? That's the first time this movement has seen anything like this". Gotlon Yonrlo, leader of the movement told him. Golton seemed both exited and concerned. Why would a governor join a rebellion to overthrow the Yerahid? He was interviewed for two hours. After this time, he was allowed to come back to his seat as a governor under the threat that, if he tried to get rid of his guards in any way, be directly or indirectly, he will be shot.

The governor promised full support should a secularist rebellion outbreak and gave the movement full plans of every single spaceship currently in use, which was possible thanks to his many contacts in the army and the government. When he is informed the rebellion is to unleash in a short time, he will move all the spaceships possible and let them be piloted by rebels.

Size of the Empire:

15 stars, 11 with planets and 4 planets on the empire are naturally (no isolation from the enviroment is needed) inhabitable.

Republic of Ardal

"My general! I heard something intresting has happened!" Official Aktoz Eaukkohh asked to General Iddkeki Lkjkiare, who seems very exited.

"Well, you see my fellow Aktoz, remember we have been at war with the People's Republic of Okstana for some time?" Iddkeki replied

"Yes, my sir"

"Well, today we finally mananged to land (soon to explain land military forces in my nations) into the homeland of the mythical Empire of the Yirav. The enemy forces are strong, but we have brought thousands of men and our ships are blockading the enemy's supply lines."

Aktoz was jumping of happiness. He couldn't believe what he has been listening, the enemies which for so many years threatened to destroy the republic are about to lose a planet of historical importance.

Size of the republic:
7 stars, 6 with planets and 2 planets are naturally inhabitable.

The now Tyranid Overseer remained still for a few moments not seeming to comprehend.

"You make the mistake of believing we can be dislodged from our purpose. We are offering you time to flee in exchange for something of equal value, the keys to a more biomass rich world perhaps. You must choose now, no more questions."

The Zenomthrope seethed with energy as the horde outside writhed in anticipation of the coming feast. This planet would be consumed with or without the life forms inhabiting it.

Tactical Breakthrough
After centuries of the Thzeer Bombs' existences, only now have this thought came into fruition. Aside from habitation purposes, the radiation device could also be used to:
- shield territories against invaders (with a higher stockpile, this could be more feasible. Researches are now being mainly focused on producing such bombs faster.)
- provide a decent advantage in combat, space, ground or et cetera (deploy and activate the device on the battlefield, more effective for radiation-unshielded ships)
- mark resource grounds private (prevent stealing of resources by making them dangerous to handle, automatically they become irradiated under the atmosphere, but this could be applicable to space-stored resources)

Because of such importance, a new section on the status updates will be added.

Current Status
Current Worlds: 8
Ships: 280 +10 each update (300 fighters)
- 2 factories in construction, each adding 5 to construction rate
Thzeer Bomb Stockpile: 43

MrFoxNews said
The now Tyranid Overseer remained still for a few moments not seeming to comprehend."You make the mistake of believing we can be dislodged from our purpose. We are offering you time to flee in exchange for something of equal value, the keys to a more biomass rich world perhaps. You must choose now, no more questions."The Zenomthrope seethed with energy as the horde outside writhed in anticipation of the coming feast. This planet would be consumed with or without the life forms inhabiting it.

"Your logic is questionable, but current worlds should be maintained for the time being. I make now an offer, you shall leave this location immediately and proceed to the following coordinates. They correspond with a known planet of a technologically and thus militarily inferior but large nation known as the Equestrian Empire. Proceed to this location, further planet locations will be given to your after you have forgone your siege of this pitiful world. I should warn you this pitiful world might explode and kill many of you and possibly sections of your fleet if you reject my offer." The Spectre said, leaning forwards "Awaiting response."

Clones hate cloning

The clones slipped through the hallways. Escaping had been relatively easy, once a certain Griffon had been suitably disposed of by being led astray by some sounds that they had made. They paused, as one of them dropped down their brother. They mumbled for a second, but his eyes were alight with orange, and he was muttering incoherently. Their attempts to silence him were fruitless. Finally, one of them simply placed their hand over his mouth as they moved him. They were lost... that much was obvious. Maybe it would have been wise to try and assimilate information of the layout from the minds of the Equestrians, but they had failed to do so and were now wandering around aimlessly, hoping to find the hanger bay. Oops...

Clone Escape
Suddenly on either side of the hallway they were on doors came down, and the now sealed space was flooded with some kind of gas. They noticed that they could no longer use the Psionic Powers, and were quickly falling asleep. The last thing they saw before hitting the floor was Vahlen stepping through, looking down on them as if they were children and they had been naughty.

Vahlen's Lab
The clones fell groggy, and they could barely move. They also were still cut off from there psionic powers.

"The gas is effective then. I have also built the Psi-Blockers, expensive, but they will prevent the next batch from spreading there Psionics out of the room or using Psionic powers on us. These clones were valuable still though, we managed to isolate the male gene and they revealed a lot about there developmental stages to use." said the one they knew as Black Marble

"I shall dispose of them. They know to much." said Vahlen

They fell asleep again, and the last thing they saw when they woke up one more time was giant blades, as there bodies were ripped up and converted into pure bio-mass.

The creature that had once been the overseer writhed as if in pain.

"This world is no longer yours we have already started the process of consuming it. leave now and you will be spared, fail to do so and you will be consumed. This is your final chance at survival. You have nothing to threaten us with. "

((Bastard, now you've made me have to fast forward my plot point))

Vahlens lab, Where the...

The male's psiblocker quite literally broke it's self, and his eyes lit up. Not the usual orange but a sickly green as the blades coming for him were destroyed.
"Who. Are. You." It hissed, the stench of death and decay on it's breath, sickly green gas emitting from it's mouth as it spoke "You provided this, but you are not one of them, nor are you one of the ones before them. You are new..." He turned his head to the destroyed children "You are dark enough to be them, but you are not them, you are... you reek... Who! Are! You!" It's voice got more angry, as if enraged by being in the location far away from where it was supposed to be. Fires erupted around it as the doors of the room closed and locked themselves, parts of the roof cracking "And my soldiers have been executed by you
He paused for a few moments. This was not correct. They wouldn't He let out a sickening laughter "Eons in the earth, locked away. They break open my chamber and release me, and you provide the solution to all my problems." The being folded it's arms "And now you will tell me where they are" It said as it's eyes intensified, giving a dark laughter once again

Tyranids

"Oh no? This world has a fail safe, if I give the order it will explode and destroy all your forces on the planet and quite possibly a portion of your fleet. A full stream Dark Energy to the planets core. Nasty results when those mix together. Still so confident that you want to try and take the world? Overwatch, prepare Endgame for this world"
"Cannot comply, Endgame already prepared." The AI reported, and there was a voice over from the Overwatch program running in the same room as the former overseer.
"Endgame already prepared" The Spectre leant towards the screen
"Final chance. Leave now and never come back. If you want to gamble with it, don't blame us when it all goes boom" He warned with a smug smile on his face "We've given you the location of a more worthwhile meal, are you really going to waste your time on the scraps we have here?"

Vahlen's Lab
Vahlen next action was so sudden and fast that the thing could not stop it. She hit a button that had been hidden behind a computer, and soon red lights were flashing, and a robotic male voice was broadcasted across the site.

"WARNING. Site wide quarantine initiated. All personnel please report to the nearest safe room, safe rooms will seal in 15 minutes." broadcasted the robotic voice.
Black Marble was quick to act as well. He suddenly had what looked like more Psi-Blockers, however unlike the one he was wearing previously it was impossible to break. He tossed another one of these to Vahlen.

"Put it on! Its warded with magic, he can't break it!" shouted Black Marble to Vahlen, they ran up to Vahlen's office, and the door was sealed behind them. A behemoth of steel and metal. Vahlen teleported all her research notes and the DNA samples far away, out of reach of the plague. She also uploaded copies to a secure server on Equiis, including the structure of the DNA which would allow her to replicate via bio-mass.

Vahlen grabbed a vial under her desk, labled for emergencies. She plugged into a small slot next to her office door, and it flooded the lab

"Vahlen what was that?" asked Black Marble.

"Deatheater Virus. Yes I know its Dark Magic but the High Archmage gave it to me for emergencies. It is attuned to Triarii DNA, and while that thing will resist longer it will kill him eventually." replied Vahlen. They hurred out a emergency exit in Vahlen's office, running as fast as possible to the nearest safe room.

The Plague turned it's head up to the sky. Beautiful to hear their voices again. And... was that data? A warning? He raised his hand and it's energies were scrambled, making it unreadable and useless. Nobody was warning the Triarii of anything, nobody! The Plague gave a smug-snake style smile, not realising he had inadvertently helped the Collective in the long term. It simple moved through the lab, ignoring the silly little magical virus. He was the Plague, did they think they could give a virus a virus? Foolish creatures. He looked to the vents that were flooding in the virus, and called it forth. A sample hung in the air in front of him, and his eyes rapidly twitched, as displayed by the sudden, jerky movements of the glow. This was hilarious, in it's own little way. He snapped his fingers, a vial flowing forwards from across the room and into his hand, and he clasped the sample of the virus into it. The Aetherii's servants would taste this. He yelled aloud for Vahlens convenience
"Come here, Good Doctor... cure this virus... You cannot avoid me. You killed my army, slowed my progress... but your kind will pay dearly for that, and you will make an excellent replacement... Don't bother crying for help, or trying to send out another message... warning the oh-so-great Aetherii, no doubt! I destroyed it, all messages will be destroyed, all information sent, any form of energy you use, evaporated and scrambled... You have killed my army... you have added time to a sentence I never deserved, so the only message your people will get from me is thus: Hide your children, here I come. Close your mind become a victim!"

The biomass of his former army lay on the floor beneath him, he raised his hands slowly, and from it crawled a plague of small insects, which followed behind him like flies to a corpse. They slowly but surely broke their way through the door in Vahlens lab, a small hole in the center allowing the access of the small insects. They proceeded to open the door and through came the plague himself, staring around the office. He snatched the Deatheater Virus from the slot in the wall. He crossed the room and disconnected the teleporter from the network, placed his hands against the wall, breaking through it too the powercables... and then proceeded to set a voltage through it which fired the bases electronics. The approached the teleporter again, green energy hopping from his hands to activate it, before laughing as part of his army of bugs went through it, following after whereever Vahlen had sent her research notes, intent on death and destruction. He then proceeded to move his hand and obliterated the teleportation device by collapsing a section of the roof on it. He turned his head to the remaining bugs
"Fetch me their bodies. Kill all that stands iny our path" He ordered, and the little creatures scurried off. He closed his eyes

In front of Vahlen and Marble

In front of Vahlen appeared a blast of green light, before a booming voice "It makes you mad, it makes you hate; There's no cure beyond this state. Far too bad and much too late, close your eyes accept your fate" It said, and then the light disappeared again, leaving nothing in front of them... nothing visible at least...

"Then you have chosen death. Thank you for the meal" The overseer said with an intellect it had yet to display.

The Tyranids outside swarmed across the Nexus in seconds tearing holes in the walls and swarming inside killing all in their path.

In orbit the fleet pulled out from the planet slightly so as to not be caught in a possible blast.

((Your World is terra formed up the ass for the Tyranids to eat not to mention it's pumping toxic into the air with each second. You should have just left.))

((The Collective doesn't care, they have pretty much no rights for any of their people, the individuals on the planet are mostly Kyn and Civilis Protectione, thus expendable and replaceable.))

From the ship

The Officer gestured to the commander, who turned the ship around and made a short jump away from the planet
"Endgame" He said... and then a few moments later there were a string of implosions across the surface, earth quakes, followed by ash and sulfer and magma spewing out of the ground... a few moments later, it was all consumed by a growing black ball, with a slight blueish orange tint around it, pulsating for a few moments as it consumed the planet and everything 2000 km in any direction around it's atmosphere. A few moments later, it imploded in on it's self and let out a dull, ringing sound as it disappeared, leaving no trace of the planet behind. "Excellent. I trust the contact now knows we mean business, and shan't be bothering us again. Prepare for jump to Nova Fenirus"

The Tyranid Fleet watched as it's organisms on the planets surface were destroyed. A minimal lose but none the less it was a loss that would not go unpunished I'm the future.

Given that the Hive Mind could not locate the preys worlds it would have to follow the coordinates provided. And so the Tyranid Fleet began moving toward equestrian space.

Equestrian Contact
The head of research stood there, and looked at the Equestrians with a taunting laugh. "Nothing really, I was going to offer a trip to, their isn't really a word for it in this language, but the closest we can get is breeding world for the Victorians." He then walked over to a small holographic device, and showed a planet. "It isn't really a breeding world, but that is one of the things the Victorians do, and only the Emperor, and two other Alexanders have ever visited these worlds beyond the breedminds, which are Alexandrians stationed in an underground bunker in the planet who control the Victorians living on top, but are unable to see what they do." He then continued through a few more slides. "The purpose of these planets are only known by the Emperor, and the breedminds, and I intend to understand why to further my research into Victorian biology, so my offer is that you send a group of scientist with me in order to study the Victorians. You will learn more about these creatures, and you yourself may find something your looking for or are interested in, all information will be shared, but we must do this without the Emperor's expressed permission." He then sat back down taking another sip of the wine he had laid out. "Are you interested?"

INVASION PLAN LOG
No. 2
Ships allocated for invasion: 45
Troops: 200,000
Average fleet strength: Moderate.
Target: World Designation 288-Therymae ((LCF planet))
Purpose:
-Retrieve and assimilate technology
-Expand
-Assert strength

Type: FACE, DECEIVE, DOMINATE.
Today we seek strength. Today we will find recognition, both from ourselves and to the galactic community. Henceforth, let it be known that on this exact moment, our armies will stand up, with their heads held up high, fly between the voids between worlds, and bring glory to the Ceramus, who shall be destined to be eternally in its Golden Age, for ever and ever.

Let it be known that we are not a simple group of Qouruxes. Let it be known that we are not just six limbed, winged species, who have the power of the arcane and telekinesis just for no purpose. Let it be known that we will be one of the civilizations that will stand up, reach the farther skies, and touch them...in the literal sense! Prepare, prosper, and pry the fruit of glory open!

ET until arrival: 2 turns

Current Status
Current Worlds: 8
Ships: 290 +10 each update (300 fighters) (50 now allocated for plan)
- 2 factories in construction, each adding 5 to construction rate (1 turn left until finish)
Thzeer Bomb Stockpile: 45

The Lab
Vahlen and Marble used the last of the mana in there bodies, teleporting into a safe room as it sealed. What happened next to the Plague was unexpected to it, it and its swarm of insect things were suddenly surrounded, a circle of Archmages along with the Princesses themselves preventing it from moving, trapping it. Celestia looked at the plague, uttering only a few unintelligible words, before a black pit opened up beneath the plague's host body, its was still incapable of movement, and trapped within the body. It fell into the void, where it found it self in a world from where it could not escape. Tartrus. The Equestrians version of hell, Faust's prison for the demons and other evil forces of the galaxy.

Later that day
The Princesses, Black Marble, and the High Archmage discussed. The research project would continue. There notes were enough to begin sub-race creation, as well as make sure all were fully developed. They even had memories prepared to make them think as if they had lived there entire life when they had only come out of a pod after being grown in it a few weeks. The project would not be hindered further.

Alexandrians
"I shall take it to the Princesses, they need a say in this. Goodbye my friend."
The Archmage and is guard left.

AS the body drifted towards 'hell' (What a silly conception, arrogant beasts), the green faded from it's eyes and it died, being forced through the hole. Plague would not be stopped. Plague had many forms you see, true pestilence as the little ones knew it, but plague could also be viewed as calamity. And no, it would not be stopped by the beast races, it would crush the little ones. An alliance of the most powerful races of the universe had failed to do more than lock it in a box, it would not be trapped by beasts.
One could be plagued by many things. Sorrow, Hatred, Disease... and a nation could be plagued by War. He was not about to let the fiends of the beast-god win a fight with him. He was sure that the other races would be very intrigued to know of the Equestrian child slaughter.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend... although still my enemy" He hissed, and the Uber Aetherii took note as he turned slowly, then his eyes widened
"You're a myth" It said in disbelief, but the plague took form, a cloud of insects and shook it's 'head'
"I'm angry, that's what I am. I came back to destroy YOU and the beast god dare stop me." It muttered bitterly, approaching "Your childrens children were butchered, and they breathed in the stentch of their flesh." It's words became smoother, seductive and poisionous
"I thought as much." The Aetherii said, unfazed "But you will not tell the Triarii"
"No. You will. They are warping your work."
"What?" The Uber Aetherii's voice hardened, along with the features of his face under his headdress
"They want to create a new race, from your millennia of hard work they wish to clone their own. They think they will succeed within a matter of years... foolish beasts. None the less little one, they are playing with your work" The Plague smiled, it had him now. The Triarii shared Aetherii DNA, the Uber Aetherii was not about to let it slip "Ah, little one, you didn't know?"
"I thought they were wasting their time, they succeeded" The plagues eyes lit up suddenly, and the Aetherii paused, before nodding slowly. Plague was a backstabbing, rotten little carcass, but he was not their focus for now. He could be used to for a shaky alliance
"Of course, I have my terms for this information" The plague said with a grin "You are to release the siblings you are holding."
"After 50,000 years of imprisonment? The Darkness won't be seeing release any time soon." The Plague's expression hardened
"We'll see about that" he said, fading away as the insects seemed to vanish. The Uber Aetherii turned to the other two beside him
"Inform the Triarii that we are going to war." He said, and the others nodded grimly. "Nobody steals our work."

And inter weaved with the energies of space, plague laughed at his work...

Current Status
Current Worlds: 8
Ships: 310 +20 each update (300 fighters)
- Allocated:
- 50: Invasion
- 10: Diplomacy
- 2 factories done
Thzeer Bomb Stockpile: 46

ET UNTIL FACE, DECIEVE, DOMINATE: 1 turn

CONTACT PLAN: Fellowship
Intended Species: 59-QQR (Ayaerid Empire)
Purpose: Further improve the recognition of the Ceramus, and find assistance for further advancement.
Diplomatic Fleet Size: 10
Average Strength: Low
Diplomatic Method: Trade and Online Communication
ET until arrival: 1 turn

Tartrus
The Plague could not send messages outside of Tartrus. It was trapped, and its powers several weakened. The Aetherii knew nothing.

Research Labs
Vahlen watched as she destroyed all of the research, and the DNA samples. It was not worth the trouble, and she did feel a bit bad about what she did to the clones. She deleted the remote research, and ended up telling the Princesses and Duck they need to take a more humane approach in the future.

Union of Space-Faring Nations
The Equestrians have purposed a meeting, on Equiis this time, for a Union between the two nations, of which other nations could join later. They already have many things planned but they wish the Lakfalle Cooperative to send diplomats so they may show them what they have planned for the treaty and so it can be discussed. They also said that scientists have successfully broken open and replicated a anti-proton streamer, and have sent the design specs to the Lakfalle Cooperative.

Research Department Discovery

The Department of Archaeological discoveries has announced that they are beginning to translate some text from computer data bases left by Zonan. It hasn't been stated how (Their delving into memories and stories of the guardians, forcing them to translate the text, which is hard as they RARELY use text, etc)

Military Updates

Reinforcement forces are being deployed on research planets for "more protection" (Classified purpose=hunt and gather as many guardians as possible for translations)

Unknown Contact Space (Keyguy)

A Gortru class ship along with two(three truthfully, one is cloaked) Kalimas appeared in the new Contact's space. A message was sent.

"Apologies for the long arrival, this is the contact from the distress signal. Awaiting."

As the three ships waited, the third Kalima simply flew at a safe distance and attempted to gather information from the contact.

Production

In light of the new discoveries of sentient species, production has been ramped up for building new and updated ships. It is proposed to have over 50 new ships in line by the end of the second or third year.

30 Gortrus (Updated weaponry and armor)- 5%

25 Markhams- 2%

This would normally devastate the research department and department of archaeology, however with recent discoveries this isn't a major issue anymore.