Hello and Welcome to The galactic news network. Today marks the first Broadcast of the network. I welcome you all and thank you for joining us here today. For the last 20 years the Krall Republic had been silent, ever since the Krall-Shan War. with little to no activity outside of Krall space. Today GNN has informed of renewed military activity as scout ships and colony ships have been sighted in Shan space. Eye witnesses report Krall Military ships and colony ships Hovering in what has deemed Imperial space, tales of boarding and enslavement of civilian crews caught are common, The Republic has yet to release a statement. The Shan Government is currently preparing a military action should these events continue. In Happier news, The Gali government celebrates its 25th anniversary of its founding during the worst part of The Krall-Shan war. Citizens of the kingdom rejoice they celebrate the support of the Shan during the war, and line the streets to see the Territorial army march and celebrate the brave men and women of the patriotic army for fighting for their freedom. The King has announced no new plans to increase the standing army or to institute a mandatory conscription for his people leaving it as one of the smallest standing armies in the galaxy., Will will renew the Contract with the Shan to allow the Shan to use their naval bases.

Over in halamshiral (translated in human language is "holy court") is the land where all avian creatures came from. The land where the people hold all their traditions to high value and above all follow the religion of the divine. The land itself was bustling with life and their were colors ranging from mundane to the most beautiful of wing colors. To the untrained eye seemed peaceful but what all seriphians know its that their is a civil war going on. The people morn the loss of their emperor: emperor Lucien the 2nd. While the service was held with the highest of honor to the people and was made an event it didn't take long before the battle for the throne had begun unfortunately their were 3 legitimate heirs to the emperors rainbow throne. Their were 3 sons all great rulers in their own rights but this was the entire world that hung on the decision of who would be the next emperor. The first son was the eldest and as a result was sent to the battlefield more times then one would dare to count and has become a great general leading the warriors into great battles in the name for his once great father. As a result it has made him war loving enjoying the adrenaline and magnificence that comes with fighting and of course because of this he was the least subtle and would not let anyone assume that they could order him around other then his own father but now that the leash has been cut the bull has been let loose and if crowned will no doubt become an expansionist hoping to expand their reach beyond their own borders. The middle child was just that the middle child since he has not been to war he has spent his days with the people interacting and helping any he could and to the people he was known as "the peoples emperor". This child was the most persuasive of the 3 and is a fine diplomat able to get his way using his own intelligence to coerce his opponents to his favor. If he became emperor it would surly mean a new beginning of peace and virtue for the people of halamshiral. Then finally their was the youngest child and as such he was treated as the child since his older brothers were considered "the heir and the spare" so as a result he has taken to the underground of halamshiral and made friends in dark places, able to work the people through blackmail and assassination he would be a choice of people wanting to see change but not see how it happened. This child did not want war nor did he want to go into peace talks and pretend to care about the other races plights and instead will choose to blackmail them to follow him or simply kill them. This son COULD do great things for his people but anyone else would need to be wary of joining him although he has never been one to backstab those that have helped him in a significant way. The turmoil in halamshiral has come to a stand still and requires the aid of another race to join and help these politics reach their end....

… (*Intercepted public broadcast*) Welcome to the Federal News Network. This is your host Tyba Botowoi. “Good day viewers and indeed welcome.” “In an astounding announcement today, Councillor Feru Ma Nemi of the Kerilata system resigned her post in the Federation parliament after her ‘Bogoti Social Party’ lost the Kerilata system’s local elections against the ‘United Reformation Front’ of her chief competitor, the local business man Deraku Va Korta.” “Councillor Ma Nemi explained her actions in a very short press event with the following statement: ‘I cannot pretend to represent the will of my people when I do not possess their support.’” “While certainly understandable, this move leaves the Kerilata system without a voice in the Federal parliament, at least until a new representative is chosen and approved by the Chairman and her election comity.” “URF leader, Deraku Va Korta has already stepped forward as a candidate for councillor, further citing that ‘Miss Ma Nemi desires to undermine the position of the new Kerilata government by stripping them of a Federal voice, but that the URF will not be bullied and take immediate action.’” “In other news, the infamous terrorist Kokar Opi has been sentenced to lifelong imprisonment in the maximum security ‘Alca Ring’ orbital facility around the gas giant Alca in the Baratho system.” “Opi has claimed responsibility for the bombing of the Melathak Federal Building on Maro last year, killing five and injuring fourteen others as well as a score of other incidents including the murder of Federal Navy veteran and mother of five, Asai No Mithra three years past.” “Remarkably, several dozen individuals appeared at the Courthouse in Maro Matha at the conclusion of the trial to support what they call ‘a hero for a free and independent Maro’. These individuals then proceeded to harass the security personnel of the courthouse as well as the families of Opi’s victims after which all were promptly detained. Seven of those, have now officially been charged with criminal harassment.” “In our final story, famous actress Mop Vossi has announced she will be releasing her very first music video later this month. While the star of the erotic drama ‘Passions on Red Sands’ and the romantic comedy ‘my three husbands’ certainly has a voice that carries well on screen, many remain sceptical that she can also make it in the radically different music scene.” “’Only time will tell.’ To quote her most famous line from Sands.” “That was it for now, we will return in seven hours with more news including the results of the presently ongoing Hand Egg match between the Toraval Rovers and the Muki Deliverers. Until then, this was Tyba Botowoi, signing off.” … (*Intercepted Low level encrypted Military communication.) From: Admiral Fodo Bu Moko, commander, fifth fleet. To: High-admiral Miso Go Diras, commander in chief, Federation Navy. Greetings High-Admiral, You will be pleased to know that the relays have been secured against any form of attack. Any alien wishing to enter the Federation home sector will first have to contend with the dreadnaughts of the fifth fleet. However, we have intercepted several potential alien communication sources during our recent scouting runs through the rest of the relay network. Details of these will be sent to you personally by means of grade five encrypted burst transmissions. As per your direct orders, contact with the aliens will be avoided at all times. On a more personal note: my best wishes for the birth of your second grandchild. May the little one be healthy and strong. Your loyal servant and friend, Admiral Fodo Bu Moko. … Summary: The Kimo sit securely in their relatively isolated home sector and keep the only mass relay leading into it locked down tightly. They are however conducting military reconnaissance missions throughout the network and have found signs of activity by other races. In their home sector, there appears to be slight political unrest in one of their minor systems (Kerilata) and in one of their major systems (Maro) a suppression campaign against small rebel groups has been concluded with the capture of one of their leaders (the ‘terrorist’ Kokar Opi)

For the first time in two years, the Concave of Medrengard had been called together. For the first time in over two years, the various factions of the Nur'xal people put aside their differences, licked whatever wounds they might have had and rearmed for what was no doubt going to be a raid from one or more of the other factions once the truce of the Concave was over and done with. Depending on what world you were on, there was either an air of excitement or dread; For the first time in nearly a century a follower of Angron had passed the trail of their war god and ascended to the title of Warmaster. For the first time in nearly a century the numberous warbands of Angron worshipers were united under a single banner and historically that was a sign that the followers of other gods needed to enhance their defenses now while they still had the chance. Veterans of the prior Warmaster of Angron were already predicting at least a decade of hardship ahead. But the truce of the Conclave would be honored. On the same ground that the first leaders of the coalition gathered in order to create it stood a round table with five chairs, each one occupied by its current rightful owner. Representing Fulgrim was Grand Princess Alanna, her emerald scales catching the light and showcasing why she was considered the most beautiful and desirable of the Nur'xal. Seated next to her on her left and representing Magus was Grand Arch-Sorcerer Lucius, much smaller then the others present with cloudy sky blue scales and a third eye in the middle of his forehead that, on closer inspect never seemed to stop ogling Grand Princess Alanna. Seated to the left of Lucius was the chair of the Caretaker of Medrengard Oin. His complexion and rather fetching purple scales suggested that he was a descendant of Callax but his position as Caretaker proved that his loyalties were to all four gods and their Nur'xal people as a whole. Seated to the right of Alanna were the pocketed marked and sick looking green scales of High Grand Alchemist Medi, the representative of the god Mortarion. The final chair belonged to the newest Grand High Warlord and recently ascendant Warmaster of Angron Sif, daughter of Dusk. She was the biggest out of all five seated, her scales burnt a rich red that seemed to inflame the blood of those who saw them. She was the one who had called together the conclave shortly after ascending to her newly earned titles. Holding herself in a manner that would have made her father proud, Sif began with a simple statement. "I'm going to be Grand Warmaster. Throw whatever trails you need to at me to make that happen." It took a few seconds for a response to come. When it did, it was Grand Princess Alanna who asked "Why?" "Because we've spent hundreds if not thousands of years sharping our claws and teeth against each other. It's time we stopped trying to bleed ourselves dry and find something to test ourselves against proper." Sif answered bluntly. "I'm already sending out a few scout ships to see what we can find. Now are you going to give me the stupid trials or not?" ..................................................... Conclusion: The Nur'xal followers of their war god Angron have united and are currently sending scouts out in order to locate a xeno world while their leader Sif is working to bring the followers of the other patron gods into the fold and unite their people in a crusade!

//Hive Ship Mia, in high orbit above the colony world of Limia// Prelate Veicc shifted from one foot to the other, as he gazed into the holo display that hovered just above a table in his darkened quarters, a map of the planet below them turned lazily on its axis. To most the planet of Limia would be worthless, vast wastes stretching out across its surface, massive dust storms ravaging whatever had not already succumbed to the pale beige. To most it would seem as none could live here, but it was here that his people made homes, in the lost, forgotten and dead places of the galaxy. Veicc stayed that way for a good while simply watching the display of the planet turn, musing on this and that, that was until a soft chirping broke his concentration. Dismissing the Planetary Display, the Prelate pulled up a console in its place. The light of the room slowly brightened to normal levels, leaving Veicc with a slight twinge of annoyance. Sensing this, his Ventri began to stir, but kept their place, all but one tat clambered out and into the air, the high pitched humming of its wings filling the air as it launched itself into a tight orbit around the Prelate. A chuckle emanated from Veicc as he laid his hand on the holo plate for bio-metric verification, he had always found a form of solace in these small creatures. The pad beeped as the chirping stopped as the four emitters on the corners of the table angled themselves to produce a new image. The form that was rendered was that of Exarch Seri, a recent addition to the Exarch council, but as of late a good addition, she had proved her worth many times over as a calculated risk taker as well as a logical thinker. As her form finished materializing, she bowed quickly "Prelate, I hope I am not interrupting anything." Veicc held out his hand, the Ventri that had been flying around landing in his upturned palm "Nothing of import Exarch, nothing of import. At least nothing that cannot be put aside. And please be at ease, your making me tense just watching you through the com." Relaxing visibly the Exarch took a deep breath before continuing "Im sorry this could not wait until you got back to Sele, but the other Exarchs, as well as I, thought it was better if you were informed now. We have received word from a few scouts in the Outer Territories. It seems that a few scouts have been detected moving through the relays, as of right now we are confidant that they are unaware to our knowing of them, as they are continuing on a predictable path." This got Veicc's full attention, even the Ventri perked up as if it was interested. "Scouts? What race and where from? and where are they going?" Clearing her throat Seri began to answer the questions "We are not quite sure what sire they hail from, there technology is... new. They also seem to avoid using the pathways, however if they continue along their present course they will reach Miris in less than two weeks." Veicc's face hardened, scouts or no Miris was more than a simple outer territory outpost, it housed a decent population and had potential to grow, even in the Outer territories. "Task a few scouts to tail these new interlopers, they are to remain undetected and simply observe, any breach of this and they will answer to me personally. I want to see what our inquisitive friends will do, in the mean time summon the other Exarchs, I want at least a quarter of them in system by the time I arrive. Also contact the closest Outer Fleet and place it on standby." Seri bowed once more "It will be done as you instruct Prelate. Wisdom guide you." "and may knowledge light your path Exarch." With that he cut the transmission, and turned toward his door. As he strode towards it, the small ventri clambered back up his arm and back into its hibernation place where it settled, unphased by the brisk pace. As the door silently slid open the Prelate was flanked by two large armored figures that had been waiting outside the door, each wore an ornate variation of the Hive Guard Armor, and carried with them a wickedly sharp glaive. Their faces were covered by featureless porcelain white masks, only the black holes for the eyes broke their surface. Continuing on, now flanked by his guards Prelate Veicc moved towards the bridge, he wanted to make this order personally. ------ The Mia broke orbit within the hour, its own guards flanking it, the battleships "Relentless Intent" and "Dauntless Will". The three moved towards the relay, and from there to Sele. ------- Summery: The Karilac have begun quietly watching their relays, and following any scouts that enter their space. The entire Dominion has been quietly moved to an alert status as a Nur'xal scout nears one of their outer colonies, and the Exarchs have been summoned to the homeworld, for what however remains to be seen.

GGN Report:

Base Level Military communication. Encryption level two. (Intercepted by Seraphians) From: Fifth fleet second Stealth Reconnaissance Group. (SRG-2) To: Fifth fleet central command. Alien race known as ‘Seraphians’ contacted by two (2) additional alien races. Context appears political. Both races want dominance over local politics in order to gain allies on a larger, so far unknown scene. Tsoni institute researchers recommend no Kimo involvement in the matter unless war is brought to the Seraphians from either alien race. Stealth Reconnaissance will continue and Seraphian as well as alien signals will be monitored. (*Intercepted public broadcast transmitted on a hijacked government feed*) “People of Maro! Rise up against Federation oppression and those in the capital that associate themselves with it! We must fight! Fight and free ourselves from their shackles! For Maro! For Freedom!” (*Intercepted public news article.*) Maro 25-13-3211 by Baku Son Hirhanen There have been several unconfirmed reports that Federation army units are being readied for deployment on Maro, likely in the light of the recent hijacking of several government media channels and the message contained therein from the Movement for Independent Maro (MIM). Local officials however have urged the Federation to remain on the side lines and allow the Maro government council to continue its operations to apprehend the members of MIM before the movement turns violent. Federation officials have so far maintained that no army boots will tread on Maro’s surface unless the council cannot guarantee the safety of federal citizens from violent terrorists. Summary: The Federation is secretly monitoring the Seraphians and those they are in contact with but have decided to remain uninvolved in local politics. Meanwhile, civil unrest is brewing once more on the strategic world of Maro where local Independence Movements are stirring up trouble.

Tizca Tizca, the shrine world of the God Magus. A bastion of the sciences and home to some of the greatest minds that the Nur'xal had to offer. However, behind the technology and the beautiful towers of industry there was a darkness and blood lust that rivaled that of Angron himself; Political power plays to ascend the ladder of rank occurred often and those cast off the rungs rarely survived the fall. Yet it was in the personal laboratories of Grand Arch-Sorcerer Lucius himself that Sif found herself standing in with a handful of her most loyal warriors to act as bodyguards to ensure that the little bastard didn't try anything funny. Despite her best efforts to get the tests over and done with, Sif had to put up with the fact that the worshipers of the other gods needed to come up with tests worthy of the position that she sort to claim. After waiting for almost a week, Lucius had declared that Magus had granted him a vision of the test worthy of his patronage. And so Sif stood in the sleazy little worm's laboratory, standing in front of a manufactured chamber that looked... old. Like something that had been dug out of one of Tizca's trash piles and then had more junk wielded to it for good measure. Lucius himself stood in front of the machine, his minions running around to perform their tasks. Turning towards Lucius, Sif simply asked "What is your game, Sorcerer?" The slur against his title caused a flash of anger to cross Lucius's face for a moment but it was quickly replaced with a shit eating grin so fake that it was clear he wasn't even trying to hide his pleasure of what he foresaw as the upcoming death of an enemy. "Quite simple really. This-" the relic junk chamber was pointed to. "Is one of the prototypes of the biotic infusers that was constructed shortly after Tizca was settled. It had a low success rate and more often then not those that went into it either died quickly and painfully from being ripped apart at the macrobiotic level or died slowly and painfully from a wave of tumors and other mutations without ever feeling a single scrap of biotic energy, but those that made it were blessed with powerful biotic magics to wield." "We have enhanced this unit to increase the possibilities. In theory this machine would bestow the biotic magics of a demi-god on those who enter, but with the increased reward comes an increase in risk; Only one that Magus has personally taken an interest and investment in would have any chance of surviving the process. All others will die. All you have to do to become the Warmaster of Magus is step into the chamber. If the Master of Change has truly decided that you will carry out his will as his Avatar then you will receive his blessing; If not, you die painfully. Simple as that." The shit eating grin on Lucius's face widened a little as a sadistic glint appeared in his three eyes. Sif looked at the machine before her with uncertainty. Not fear per-say but wary cation. Could the little leech be trusted? Of course he couldn't be. The little bastard had managed to raise to power on Tizca after all. But at the end of the day, this was the only way to get the followers of Magus on board with the rest of her forces and as loathsome as they were, the biotic sorcerers had their uses. Taking some comfit in the fact that one of her instructions to her honor guard before arriving on planet was that in the event of her death they were to skin Lucius alive in her memory, Sif took a deep breath and stepped forwards, crossing the threshold of destiny and placing her fate in that hands of Magus. The metal door of the chamber slammed shut behind her as buttons were pushed and the machine was brought to life. This was going to be painful one way or the other... ......................................................................... Unknown Space, Angron's Glare The scout ship Angron's Glare had come to a stop some distance away from a planet, its pilot Razorwind staring at a planet some distance away. The ship's systems had scanned the planet and had uncovered what appeared to be some kind of war that was happening on the planet itself. His equipment wasn't good enough to pick up what the tides of battle were or even what was actually fighting the battles at the range he was seated at, but there was no mistaking the signs of conflict and hopefully he was far enough away that they wouldn't see him. Razorwind felt his blood boil with a desire to land on the planet and take the chance to test out his axe against these unknown xeno's, but he knew that he had a much grander purpose to perform first. His desire for combat would be indulged soon enough. Once the location of the planet was safely recorded, Razorwind turned Angron's Glare from the battle field to come and started the journey back home. The Warmaster would be pleased by this discovery. .................................... Summary: Warmaster of Angron Sif has started the trail required to win over the followers of Magus faction of her people and bring them under her banner. The Angron scouting vessel Angron's Glare has discovered the Seraphians homeworld and is currently on its way back home to report the discovery. The warbands of planet Angron have started to merge and organize into several different but larger warbands while transport ships and supplies are organized for their future operations.

a week has passed since the fight for the throne has begun and every citizen of the planet has chosen their side on who should lead and who should leave. So far it seems that the first son named Lorenzo (since I wouldn't know how to make alien avian names) has amassed most of the military under his banner being pro military will give him the advantage in the fighting however the second son named Angelo has gotten the people to join under him and as such are ready to make rallies for others to join and if not will work towards getting the people under the other sons to be indisposed if need be but prince Angelo has said to use it as a last resort. The third son however has yet to make a move as he and most of his contacts are on the moon of the planet laying low until the heat dies down. The tension is rising on the planet and it seemed that two races have put their support towards Angelo and Lorenzo. Lorenzo- also known as the red wing first Lorenzo was grinning as he got a message from one of his men saying that the krall have decided to support him in his right to rule as the first born. good their smart to join up with us, otherwise it might have gotten messy for them later on if they didn't support us." Lorenzo said with an almost evil grin as he made sure to put his men on the streets and patrol the area in case they find any of the supporters for his brothers "Angelo and Mark have no idea what it takes to rule an empire, it takes hard work and dedication am I right men! he called out and his men roared in agreement to him as they went to work getting everything set to start off the fights. Angelo- also known as the silver winged second Angelo was in the citadel with the other people waiting for the preacher to finish his sermon for the day then he asked for the prince Angelo to step up and say a few words about the tension rising over the throne. Angelo politely tried to decline but everyone kind of twisted his arm so he got up thanked the father and went up to the podium everyone I want to thank you for coming today as is our custom. Everything that's been happening has been tough I know you are all afraid this might break out into a civil war well I wont lie, my eldest brother Lorenzo will probably start it soon. Everyone just remember that no matter what happens I will be here for you, a kingdom without its people is just barren land and I will not forget those that will help me rise to my fathers throne, may he rest in peace. Angelo said bowing and while the room did feel tense they all clapped for him thanking him for his honesty as Angelo left hearing that some race was trying to help him get to the throne, Angelo wanted to thank them but he wouldn't know how. for now he will assume that they will come to his aid when asked as he left to go and help the people get prepared for what may end up being a great civil war to break out... Mark- also known as the shadow wing third mark was sleeping on his makeshift throne in his hideout on the moon hearing talk that their would be a civil war and that other aliens were going to support his bigger brothers don't care, just make sure that they don't bother us and to get our contacts up to this moon as soon as possible, last thing I want is for my network to go tits up because my brothers are brawling it out.

GNN

Intercepted private recording. *static* “…Ok… right, test test… Ok.” “This is the personal audio log of Ami Dikari, Maintenance technician for Tsoni institute field team 5, recording on alien world A-623-2.” *loud breath* “Ok so this is day 5 of our operation here. Now I haven’t made one of these since back when we were on the ship over here so this might be an extra-long one. The reason for this is mainly that we’ve been so damn busy installing all the equipment and prefabs that we haven’t had any time for ourselves until now… we’re pretty set up here now and have most of our buildings up, quite the sight if I can say so. We’ve got a small city here really, there being 500 of us here at the main site and about a hundred or so more at the various outer posts. Oh and that’s not mentioning the 200 marines they have protecting us here… security is tight what with that alien ship that attacked our surveyor a while ago. There’s a cruiser and four frigates in orbit as well as that massive marine detachment down here and those guys have drones to do patrols and hunt down anything dumb enough to try and get at us over land. I’ve seen them unload at least two of those big high altitude recon drones and they have at least a hundred little scouts hovering all around the place. As soon as those guys spot a threat they’ll have the gun drones and those cool miniature gunships pound the crap out of it… Anyways, we’re safe here. But this planet!” *Excited breath* “Oh by Mitha the planet! It’s gorgeous. There’s green everywhere and all manner of wondrous creatures about. One species in particular is really a sight… they’re about the size of a person when you see them but really they’re just bags of gas. They float about and just eat greenery so they’re harmless but still fascinating. Our biology division is already studying them. And then there’s the ruins. We’ve only been here for a few days but our people have already unearthed a large part of what used to be a massive spire habitat. The aliens that lived in them were about twice our size judging from the size of the halls and rooms but were bipedal just like us. They called this world ‘Aedan Praime’ [*Eden Prime*] or words of that pronunciation if the researchers are to be believed. They found a partially intact document you see, a tourist guide of sorts. 95% of it was corrupted over time but the bits and pieces that remained have already yielded the locations of at least three other settlements… That’s not even the best of it. I’ve overheard some of the scientists talking and they said this may very well be the mythical world mentioned in ‘the Shepard’ where the Oomanity [*humanity*-*human*] race first encountered the great evil. If that is true then this is a great discovery indeed! Maybe the Federation will authorise a colony to be built here. The first past the home relay… Anyone living here would have to wear warm clothing though. I mean the atmosphere is perfectly breathable but it’s quite cold here… only 5 degrees Gikka! [*24°C*] *distant sound of a PA system* “…I have to go now. The marines need help hooking those big laser guns on the perimeter up to our power grid. I’ll definitely make more logs in the future.* *from slightly farther away* “Ami Dikari signing off!” … Base Level Military communication. Encryption level two. (intercepted by the Shan.) From: Fifth fleet fourth Stealth Reconnaissance Group (SRG-4) To: Fifth fleet central command. Message: Discovered possible hostile alien battlegroup. 2 Dreadnaught class vessels, 18 cruiser and 26 frigate class. Target is holding position in system B-002. Please advise. Response: Remain hidden and monitor alien fleet movements. Fifth fleet is in state of readiness in case of alien assault against Federation assets. Continue communications over level three channels. ... Base Level Military communication. Encryption level two. (Intercepted by Seraphians and Shan) From: Fifth fleet second Stealth Reconnaissance Group. (SRG-2) To: Fifth fleet central command. Message: Seraphian internal conflict rapidly devolving into civil war. Scientists at odds about wether or not Federation military forces should intervene and act as peacekeepers. Alien presence in system intensifying. Possible war between competing races, scientists fear conflict may severely impact native Seraphian population. Minority are advocating Federation space blockade to prevent alien troops from landing. Please advise on new course of action. Response: Continue current mission according to set parameters. Federation military intervention is deemed impossible due to increased alien presence. Low level sentient species isn’t deemed strategically valuable enough to risk war with one or more galactic powers. Summary: The Kimo have established an archaeological operation on Eden Prime and continue to excavate the Human ruins there. The intercepted message also reveals that a Kimo surveyor came under attack at some point in the recent past though by whom and why remains unclear. Additionally, the message also unknowingly details most of the defences the Kimo have in place. In another sector of the Galaxy, Kimo scouts have discovered a Krall battlegroup likely stationed to defend or strike against the Shan. The Shan have intercepted the message but the Krall remain unaware of their discovery. In the Seraphian civil war, the Kimo remain neutral. They consider any action safe for quietly monitoring the situation to be too risky.

//The Dominion, Sele// The sounds of the council reached the prelate's ears long before he even came to the doors. Two voices dominated the air, it seemed that Exarch Bruta and Exarch Thant were going at it again, both seemed confused as to why they were suddenly called to the homeworld. "good" the thought to himself, the two exarchs were constantly at one another's throats, off appearing as the black and white of an argument and anyway to get them both off balance was a good way to keep them focused on the larger picture over their petty squabbles. Rounding one last corners Veicc reached the doors to the council chambers, massive stone double doors that had carvings of the old stories etched into their surface, they were guarded by a fair number of the white masked Hivegaurds, who opened the doors as the Prelate approached. Like all Karilac architecture the chamber was deep underground and was carved from the living stone, the different stones giving the room an ethereal look. Size wise the chamber was a long room, a few hundred feet long, and at least half its length wide. Its high vaulted ceilings were supported by columns that run the length of the room at 30 foot intervals, also far above the ground were openings from which observers could peer down at the proceedings. In the center of the room sat a large raised stone table, its smooth surface covered in the colors of different Hives and around which sat the Exarchs. Behind the Exarchs table, on the back wall of the room was the Prelate's throne, a large chair that was hewn from the rock and draped in the ornamentation, colors and flags of the Dominion as a whole. It sat higher than the table, as to be able to look down on all the Exarchs at once, and was thus only reachable by the set of stairs that seemed to also be the original stone, all in all however it appeared quite modest. A hush fell over the council as Veicc lead his guard into the room. With the whisper of cloth all the Exarchs slowly got to their feet and bowed the Prelate as he passed. Veicc groaned internally, he hated all the ceremony, but it was tradition. Mounting the stairs Veicc left his guard at the base of the stairs and took his seat, motioning for the Exarchs to sit as well. An invitation they took silently. "My Exarchs" Veicc began, scanning the assembled host. "I am sure you are all itching to know why I have summoned you here, today. The truth of the matter is there is a... new matter that requires our attention." A murmur ran through the Galleries above and the Exarchs table, looks were exchanged, but all fell silent as Veicc held up his hand for silence "There are now confirmed reports of a new race, one that does not use the pathways. One of their scouts seem to be headed towards Miris." There was a pause then the murmurs erupted in stereo, questions began to be thrown around "What are they doing there?" "What kind of weapons do they wield?""Dose this mean we shall wage another scourge war?" "My Sire!" A voice rang out, browbeating its way above the others, Bruta's. Standing up the Exarch continued "Surely there is no cause for alarm, the must be simply a wayward traveler or explorer. Let it reach Miris unmolested. It will observe a colony, nothing more. We have more pressing concerns at the moment that could have ramifications into the future " "Ramifications? Bha." Another voice rose, a voice of contention, Thant's. "You propose we let this scout go? so what, we can focus on a civil war that is not our own? They dug themselves this hole, the best wecan do is fill it, or leave it and focus on our own concerns, mainly a potentially hostile ship!" "You shortsighted, Nal!" Bruta swore "You would shoot one of the sisters if they presented themselves to you!" All went silent at the oath, even Thant seemed taken aback, though sadly it was only a moment. "You seek to insult me here! You were born no warrior, how can you be a Karilac? You have no spine, not even the Ventri could eat you away enough to find it!" Bruta's eyes narrowed as he drew himself up to his full height. His response was not verbal, instead his Ventri began to swarm around him as he reached for his belt. He was issuing a challenge, one Thant seemed intent on answering. Veicc had seen enough, he begaai to stand "That's enough." He stated calmly. Still the two began to move away form the table, both keeping eye contact. At this point Veicc begain to get... angry, as he did he felt a familiar buzz along his skin. "I said that was, ENOUGH." With the last word he unleashed a pulse of crackling blue energy that created not only a thunderclap, but amplified his voice. "You will stop acting like Hachlings and calm yourselves, you will act like Exarchs and return to your seats. Or I will answer both your challenges myself and see you twitching on this floor. Understood?" The last question was dangerously quiet and only hastened the two's return to their seats. "Now I have already ordered a response fleet to be organized, but I am going to send a reinforcement garrison to Miris, and will continue to keep you all ready to form a war fleet should the need arise. In the mean time, we will observe this scout. And weigh our options for and interference in this Civil War." ------ //Dominion Outer Territories, Miris// The garrison commander breathed out heavily, sending a burst of air that disrupted the falling ash. He had just gotten word that the unknown scout was now in range. This unnerved him, he was not afraid, just... apprehensive about the unknown. Still he had received word via scatterburst that a double garrison was to arrive within another week, bolstering his numbers on the ground, armor and in aerospace defense. Still as he looked up through the thin ash cloud choked atmosphere, he still felt off balance, as if he was anticipating something. ---- Summery: The Dominion have began to observe the scout with intent interest, they have bolstered the effectiveness of Miris's garrison, and have begun to take an interest in the Civil War, though their hand has not yet been shown. Tempers faired at the Exarch council, but they were quickly doused.

Tizca Grand Arch-Sorcerer Lucius was worried. One did not become the ruler of Tizca without developing a healthy sense of caution and paranoia because overconfidence and arrogance were sins that were often punished by death. It wasn't the upstarts 'honor' guard that were worrying him either; No doubt they would attempt to avenge their mistress when she died. He had already accounted for that attempt on his life and measures had been taken. No, what concerned him was that the process had been going for several hours now and the bitch wasn't dead. In fact the equipment reveled that her vital signs were positively healthy, if in horrific pain. This was not how things were supposed to go. Lucius had designed this test so that it would be fatal to anyone stupid enough to try it but, at least in theory anyway, have enough of a chance to be successful that he couldn't be accused of cheating. You could stack the board heavily against the test taker, but there just had to be enough wiggle room to make it possible for them to dream of success. So why wouldn't she die?! Like a funeral knell, the machine stopped pumping in the blessed substance of Magus into the chamber. After a life time of seconds had passed, the door started to swing open. Kneeling in the center of the room was Sif, but there had been... changes. The most noticeable of them was the fact that her scales had gone from a blood red to a reddish purple color, notable even through the sheer aura of biotic sorcery that was leaking from her body. The fact that one of her eyes had clearly paid the price for the process and was now a sickening mess of blue and white mixed together in an otherwise dead eye, the fact that she was breathing and her heart was beating was a sign that Magus had blessed her... That she... With a cry that bellowed fury, Lucius channeled his biotics into a kick that had once beheaded a challenging Angron warrior and sent it flying towards the still weakened Sif. Before the blow had a chance to land, Sif herself seemed to disappear... only to reappear right in front of him, her biotic encased fist already being thrown towards his face. It was the last thing that Grand Arch-Sorcerer Lucius would ever see. ...................................................................... Several days later As much as it irked her, Sif had to admit that she had needed to take several days after her ascension to Warmaster of Magus to rest, recover and retrain herself. The ordeal had taken a great deal out of her so her quest to unite her people under her banner would have to pause at least long enough to regain her strength. She also needed to be taught how to control her new biotic magic, but even the sorcerers of Magus had to admit that her usage of their magics was vastly different from their own. She tended to enhance her physical might instead of using it as an end in an of itself; That suited her just fine. Reducing that worm Lucius's head to a red mist with a single punch had become one of her new treasured moments in life. The fallout for killing the former Grand Arch-Sorcerer had been non existent after his foolish attempt to take her life after she past the trail of Magus became public knowledge. He had broken one of the few pacts that the followers of Magus actually enforced and had he survived her fury he would not have been around for much longer. A new Grand Arch-Sorcerer was currently being sorted out amongst those that could compete for the title, but Sif didn't really care about the outcome of that as long as the new title holder followed her orders and did as they were told. Lucius's elite forces had already been offered to her as a down payment of sorts for her crusade while the rest of Tizca got itself organized under the new management. They had already been instructed to join up with the first warband to get itself ready to move out. Sif looked towards one of her new found Magus advisers "Have proper precautions been prepared?" The adviser... She couldn't remember his name, nodded his head. "Indeed. The parts have already been safely locked away and study is being undertaken with the gravest of caution. What information we have already discovered has been made public. Your scout will be avenged when we run into his attackers." "And the report from the Angron's Glare has been made public as well?" "Yes Mistress Sif. New recruits from all the worlds are already flocking to join up with the existing warbands for the honor of being among the first to claim Xeno soil." Sif smiled hungrily as she simply answered "Good. Inform the first warband that is prepared to head out that they will have the honor of securing and holding a foothold. Any further operations are up is up to them, but a foothold needs to be secured above all else." ....................................... Summary: Warmaster of Angron Sif has taken on the title of Warmaster of Magus and thus has earned the loyalty and support of the Followers of Magus. Warmaster Sif has also gained access to biotic abilities that have never been seen before (Consider her the Subject Zero level version of a Vanguard). Reports from the scouts have started to trickle back in, both positive and negative. A target has already been chosen and the first Warband ready to leave will set sail with warriors of Angron, several squads of elite Magus followers and followers of the other gods that wish to get in on the glory. The betrayal of Grand Arch-Sorcerer Lucius has resulted in his death having little to no fallout against Warmaster Sif and a new Grand Arch-Sorcerer is well underway to being declared.

As the next week had past so did the rise in tension, their has finally been a declaration of war from the red brother finally beginning his attack against his younger brother who was occupying the cities and using the people to perform guerilla hit and runs against the large force of armies controlled by Lorenzo. Although Lorenzo has the larger force it also cuts his ability to fight in the cities impaired while the younger brother Angelo has taken to using defense and smart strategies against his older brother. Tensions have already begun causing fights all over the cities and even the civilians have thrown their support with Angelo wanting his voice to be theirs and to represent them. Angelo has not gone on the offensive but that does not mean he is not fighting back every advance Lorenzo has made to get into the cities. Lorenzo has mobilized his troops to attack the cities in all angles and any which way he can think of. Lorenzo would not loose to his younger brothers and will own the thrown as he used brute force to get his brother to surrender his title to the throne. Mark however has stayed out of the fight all together since he is on the moon he has not been forced into combat as of yet since he will strike down and take out whichever wins knowing that their forces will be weakened from fighting each other and even with Mark's limited troops he will be able to prevail he will simply wait till they both wear each other down before striking...

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(Intercepted private video recording from Eden Prime, found hidden in the files of a general civilian broadcast in order to evade security checks.) (It appears to have been made with an improvised helmet camera) The recorder activates in a dimly lit room. A young Kimo’s face comes into view. He looks very excited about something. “Hey sis, I’m sending you this the usual way because I’ll lose my job and get sued all the way to Barada if anyone finds out I’m recording here…. Anyway, you’ll never guess who just landed here so I’ll just show you.” The point of view now shifts to that of the young Kimo and he climbs out of the prefab building he was in through a hatch in the ceiling. The sudden amount of light makes it hard to see anything until the camera refocuses, revealing the impressive sight from atop the building. In the distance, rolling plains spread out as far as the eye can see, interrupted only in a few places by an outcropping of rock or a small patch of trees. A river glimmers in the distance and white clouds drift across a faintly red sky. There are many more prefab buildings around the one the Kimo is standing on, most are storage units, living spaces, common areas and basic laboratory facilities but there are some more advanced units as well. A massive dome has been constructed over the excavation site and a very large communications tower has been erected near the main military barracks, which have been dug in. A discerning eye may also notice the various defensive measures that have been taken. On the perimeter of the compound containing the main buildings, a dirt mound has been created atop which stands a security fence of about a metre-and-a-half high. Kimo marines can be seen manning this defensive circle from reinforced trenches and four metal bunkers, each equipped with a heavy laser cannon capable of destroying incoming airborne as well as ground targets. There are also strange new turret-like devices mounted on the rooftops of various buildings. They don’t resemble anything that is officially in active service with the Federation armed forces for the moment and appear to be SAM-launchers or sentry guns, though their true function is a mystery so far. “Ok now, I’ll try to zoom.” The Kimo’s voice is heard again and the camera focusses on a landing pad in the centre of the compound where a military shuttle has landed. Before the shuttle stand several prominent members of the research staff stationed on Eden Prime as well as a small marine compliment. The scientists are in conversation with a female Kimo and her assistant, a quick search reveals she is in fact professor-doctor Kass Need, the famous lead researcher of the Tsoni institute. Important to note as well are her two bodyguards, wearing new heavy combat harnesses painted in the bright blue colour of the Federation Intelligence Service. One of them looks vaguely in the direction of the Kimo making the recording and this spooks him. He quickly moves back down into the prefab building he climbed out of and takes off his helmet. “See… that’s her isn’t it? I’ll try to get an autograph from her to so I can send it to you. Now I really have to go sis, lots of love.” The recording ends here. … (General broadcast to all Federation military vessels operating beyond the home relay) New standing orders in light of alien armed conflict: All Kimo military vessels are to remain uninvolved in alien on alien fighting unless said fighting enters the 20Ly perimeter around the Home relay or the 5Ly perimeter around A-623 in which case Fifth fleet is authorised to deploy overwhelming force to guarantee Federation neutrality. All contact with alien species is prohibited. If aliens attempt contact on their own, refer to section 422-01 of fleet manual and respond with pre-recorded ‘first contact’ message before notifying fleet headquarters. … Summary: the famous and highly important Kimo scientist Kass Need has been sighted on Eden prime and all other races within range now have detailed knowledge about the compound there and of its ground defences. The Federation has further declared it will not get involved in any alien on alien fighting anywhere.

Seraphian home system From the darkness of the void, they came. First the scouting fighters to make sure that the path was clear, then the frigates to offer cover and support for the scouts. The cruisers arrived shortly after the landing zone was secured to ensure that it stayed that way before finally the flagship Judgement of Carrionof warband Blood Harvest arrived in system. They would have the honor of first contact with the heathen xeno's that lived in this system and they would be the ones to enlighten them of the might of the true gods. As the heavily armed and armored ships sailed silently through the void of space towards the planet, the scouts went ahead to scan the planet for a good foothold on the planet proper. Several possible sites were found and considered before one was finally selected. It was admittingly a little ways away from the nearest settlement but the remoteness only helped ensure its tactical value, nestled between three mountains with only one side open enough to allow access to and from the chosen site. There was a lake there that was being fed by a river from the mountains but its safety would have to be confirmed by some of the Mortarion agents that had come along for the right to say they were among the first to set foot here before it was considered a drinking source. There were even defensive positions that could be taken on the mountains surrounding the landing site that would be taken and secured alongside the rest of the foothold. The ships of warband Blood Harvest arranged themselves above the chosen landing zone, their intention to ensure that this corridor of entry would remained open and secure for supplies, warriors and equipment that needed to go planet side or things that needed to be sent off world. And anything that tried to interfere with that would wind up very much dead. Without fanfare but with an atmosphere of excitement none the less, landfall was made. ................................. Summary: The warband Blood Harvest has made landfall on the Seraphian home world and is currently working overtime to ensure their foothold on the planet. Warmaster Sif is currently ongoing recovery and training in her new biotic powers back on Tizca.

//Saraphim Space// With a slight crackle of energy the Hidden Hand translated out of the Pathway and into Saraphim space. The small corvette took only a slight moment to orient itself on target before it's engines roared to life, propelling it forward and away from the Pathway's gate, also leaving a small box like satellite that began a slow rotation as it stayed relatively close to the Pathway gate. Soon a planet came into view, as well as a battle group of ships. Inside the bridge the ship master clenched his teeth and slightly altered the approach pattern, bringing the small ship into a slingshot trajectory around the moon, keeping it hidden from sight from the landing ships. As the Hand rounded the moon its true target, a battle torn city on the cusp of the night side of the planet. Turning over itself the Corvette dived into the atmosphere, a resounding boom echoing from it's entry. Almost as soon as it had entered it began to pull up turning towards part of the city that was not far from the frontlines, but far enough that it was safe. As it passed over five small pods detached themselves from the underside of the ship, which broke contact and brought itself out of the atmosphere. The pods fell like falling stars, streaks of light in the darkening sky. As they neared the ground large plates began to sheer slightly off of the pods, acting like airbrakes, and small retro thrusters fired up slowing them even further. The result was a hard but survivable landing in what was once probably a city park, that now lays quiet with only the echos of far off battle being the parks only inhabitance. With a hiss each pod opened to reveal their own occupants. Five figures, all clad in customized Darkheart armor slowly emerged from the pods to regain some stability in their legs after the drop. After a brief moment one of the figures, who's mask was etched with a Cheshire grin, raised raised their right hand and made a few quick gestures. A silent knowing passed through the rest of the squad who retrieved their weapons from the pods and formed up on the commander. Slowly they moved away from their LZ into the city, making sure to take backstreets and to stick to the shadows to avoid detection from militia patrols. At near to midnight they reached their destination, the base of Angelo. Slowly they began to make their way around the complex looking for a good entry point, and found one in the form of a drowsy guard, slowly creeping up to him one of the armored figure reached out and seized his nose and mouth, speeding along the sleeping procedure, albeit slightly more aggressively. The squad made its way in, using their "sight" to see any guards before they were even aware of the figures. Finally after some time and a bit of cat and mouse they made it to their destination, the section of wall below Angelo's window. A few more hand gestures and silent words from the commander and the squad readied themselves, two takeing position at the base of the wall and another backing up a matte brown cylinder in hand. Running forward the one with the cylinder was launched upwards by the the two at the bottom of the wall. Reaching out the figure seized the window sill and plased the cylinder right beneath it. With a slight thump the cylinder drove a piton into the wall as well as a few support claws that flicked out from the sides. A length of cable fell from the back of the cylinder as the first figure silently climbed into the room, each figure using the piton/cable to follow suit. What they found inside was a a bedroom, a decently sized bed with nightstands, a table with chairs and a couple dressers and mirrors. Angelo himself was in the room, staying up pouring over some maps of the city. The commander motioned to the squad, each keeping their weapons in a passive stance, and moved forward slowly. When they were about 6 feet away they dropped to one knee and bent their head "Rightful heir Angelo of the Saraphim sire. We have come to deliver you a communication." the voice was soft and feminine, obviously not trying to startle him too much. While the once beautiful city now war torn and bruised from the conflict the milita was everywhere taking patrols and they did not notice the new comers and if they did it was only a glimpse of them. When Angelo heard the feminine voice talk to him Angelo first thought was to grab his sword but when she called him the rightful heir and say she was here to convey a message Angelo put a hand on his sword before saying if you wanted to speak to me then you could have simply told the guards that you were here for a peaceful talk. Unlike my brothers I will not kill those that come to speak on the matter of negotiations. What is your message he said turning to the group and although not attaching them or calling the guards he kept his hand on his sword The commander reached to her belt, retrieving a small pyramidal device. Placing on the ground in front of her the device began to open slowly revealing a complex matrix of emitters and receivers. With a small whrr the emitters began to activate, at first only a static sound could be heard as a hologram formed above it, bus as it linked with the Hand's own communications in orbit the image stabilized and the static stopped. The image of Prelate Veicc formed out of the slightly red tinted hologram "Greetings Heir Angelo of the Saraphims, I greet you on behalf of the Dominion as an equal. I apologize for the secrecy of this meeting, but certain factors have forced us to keep our interest in this matter hidden for now. As for why we are here know that we simply wish to help you end this conflict, not to conquer but to put and end to the madness and suffering. With this I offer you my support and that of the Dominion, both on the field and with the rebuilding after the fact. In return all we wish is to open up negations and trade between us. As you are well aware, you have a very unique element that we wish to investigate further, and in doing so further us both. Also as a token of good will I give you full use of this infiltration team, they have served me very well in the past, and use of the Corvette in orbit, it has been modified as a torpedo ship and for stealth operations. If you have any questions or concerns now would be the time to voice them, the scatterburst transmitter on the Corvette can only operate for so long without compromising their position." Angelo listened to the hologram and understood that they wanted to help him and end the conflict however Angelo couldn't tell if their intentions were peaceful or so they could lay the ground work to make his planet a puppet nation with them ruling. Angelo would never let that happen and he had to be cautions about how he handled getting their help he couldn't deny the help because he wanted this conflict to end and make sure all the civilians go home to their families in the end but he couldn't afford to be careless in how he will rule when this is over. I understand however I don't believe in their being an uneven deal. I know you will want something in return for this help and I will happy to open up negotiations for our vapor. However I want you to remember that I will not allow another species to dictate how I will run my people. I will rule my people fairly and bring them into cultural glory, if you swear by your gods that you have no intention of controlling my people then I will accept the help and afterward begin a trade route that will make us both stronger in the long run. If you cant agree then I will say no to your help. Angelo said making sure that their term were clear about everything and that this deal wouldn't bite him in the ass down the line... Veicc smiled and placed his hand on his chest, bowing his head as he spoke "If that is what it takes my fellow sire, then I swear by the fulfilled ones and the sisters that raised us. I swear that we have no intention of creating a puppet or of conquering your space, that our intentions a true and that we only wish to further the both of us." After this he raised his head again to look at Angelo, his expression serious. "I swear to them and to you." Angelo gave a nod and a smile then placed his sword on the ground stabbing the ground so that the gold hilt was facing upward putting his hand on top of it this is a tradition with my people, when both parties put their hand on the hilt its an agreement to the aid offered is both appreciated and will be used as dictated. As I am the one who is accepting the deal my hand is the first and you being the one who offered it put your hand on it and the deal will be completedAngelo said and although this was an old custom used back in the days of the rebellions of his fathers time he thought their would be no other way then this to make it official in this time of strife... Veicc grinned "As you wish, so shall it be." His hologram extended its hand to place it on the swords hilt. As he did this the commander rose from her kneeling position and stepped forward extending her left hand, palm up. "My equal, we also have a tradition of new allies, one that can not be done by way of communications like this. Place your hand on the commanders palm up if you would." Veicc extended his own, laying it on a hand that had entered the transmission. "It does not take long, but this is only step one." Angelo nodded a little and did as he asked putting his hand on the commanders palm up wondering what this would mean by "not done in way of communication" The commander's hand closed in a vice grip, as did the hand that Veicc had placed his on. Out of the commanders armor came a single Ventri, crawling from the forearm. It rose on it's back legs for a moment as it surveyed the environment around it and began to crawl down the commanders arm and onto Angelo's, continuing up onto the exposed underside of the forearm. In the hologram the same thing was happening to Veicc, who simply stared at the small creature. With a small screech both creatures as if working in tandem across the stars began moveing across the forearm, small scratches and a marking of deep blue being left in their path. They moved quickly, drawing out a symbol on the tissue. The symbol was made up of a straight line, who's middle was bisected by a curved line which was capped by a short horizontal line. The entire symbol was about an inch and a half to two inches long and a third of that wide. After their work was completed, the Ventri returned to their respective hosts who withdrew their hands. "Thus we have marked together, and thus our oaths are made resolute." Veicc said as he turned his own arm towards Angelo the mark clearly visible on his arm. "I am sorry my friend for any discomfort, I now realize I should have warned you beforehand. The scratches they gave should heal quickly, if you wish the Commander can take a look at it for you." Angelo looked confused when he felt the commanders grip his hand tightly then he saw what may have been a parasite come from the arm and when he said brace himself Angelo flinched and groaned in the pain slightly when he finally got his hand back he gripped his arm slightly. Although Angelo didn't want to speak ill of another's customs at least his was painless and didn't involve some freaky parasite biting him to leave a bunch of scratches ill just make sure to wrap my arm, im just hoping that the....whatever you have isn't poisonous to my kind or this would be a very bad start to ]our friendship Angelo said simply rubbing his arm knowing that they were two completely different species would mean different physiologies and that meant that they would have different tolerances. Their are parasites in the seriphian homeworld of course but those were either really big like a tree or smaller then a feather the big ones could be used as beasts of burden when in war while the small ones were poisonous to certain degrees depending on species but what he just got bit by was as big as his arm and completely different from what Angelo was ever warned about in his studies. Veicc laughed "Do not worry, they are quite clean creatures, they actually abhor uncleanliness more than some of the more sentient races. As for poison they carry none, and they themselves are not poisonous to any race we have encountered thus far." The hologram flickered slightly "Ah, it seems our time is now at an end. As I said I leave you this team, if you have any questions they will answer, if you need anything done, they will do it. I will keep you informed, but expect support within the week." with that the Prelate bowed slightly and the transmission faded out, leaving the room in its original light. The Commander stepped back slightly as her squad stepped forward, all bowed their heads. "What would you have us do?" came their unanimous question Angelo sighed softly and once the pain finally stopped he let go of his arm and saw the new symbol bitten on his flesh which apparently marked him as making a vow to his ally. Again painful and disturbing but good to know he wasn't going to die from a poison bug. He turned to the squad and decided to put then to use in doing what they we'd apparently trained to do, sneak. since you could sneak in here with relative ease that's what I'll have you do. My brother Lorenzo is stationed outside the city in a fort, I need all information you can gather in the place and it's defenses --------- //Hidden Hand, orbit above Saraphim homeworld// The shipmaster sighed as he cut off the communications, they had been a bit longer than anticipated and he worried about any of the larger ships getting a fix on their location. Still this was the best time to observe the other ships, especially the landing ships. Slowly gathering as much data as he could without alerting them the shipmaster compiled a report before breaking his current orbit to once again hide the Hand on the far side of the moon. Activating the FTL communications he sent a small scatterburst containing the file before returning to orbit and powering down to minimal standby to further avoid detection. --------- //Sele, Prelate's Palace// Prelate Veicc stepped out of the transmitter ring a slight grin on his face, that had gone better than expected. Looking down at his arm he traced his finger along the dark blue lines, his flesh still slightly raw from the process, but the simple symbol held a meaning far above that of a simple oath. It was said that the same symbol was once used by the sisters to mark those that guarded them, or gave their all for them, and now it marked those linked in purpose and conviction. "The pieces of the great game are now in motion." He thought to himself. Breathing in deeply he banished the grin from his face and turned to step back into the Transmitter Ring. After a few moments the form of Exarch Seri materialized in front of him. "The board is set Exarch, continue preparations and wait my arrival at the Fulfilled's Rest. I want to be able to move within the week." He said, his tone business like. After she bowed and spoke her compliance, Veicc cut the transmission. Leaving the ring he began to walk towards the main hall of the Palace when he was joined by his guards. "Sir, the reinforcements have arrived at the Dminion-Krall Gate and have gone into high alert.", Veicc nodded "Good tell them to keep near the defence platforms and not to make and hostile movements through the gate.". "Sir" the other spoke up, "We have also received word that the unknowns have been spotted in mass numbers at the Saraphim homeworld. This cause Veicc some pause, "Interesting. Get me all the data that has been sent I will reveiw it en-rout to the Rest." ------ Summery: The Dominon has given Angelo their support, at first in the form of the elite infultration team and the Hand, but they are amassing a fleet at Fulfilled's Rest (Omega Station) and will be en-route and ready to engage within the week (getting to the world in the next week/post). They have reinforced their boarder with the Krall in preparation for showing their hand in the Seraphim matter and have taken note of the Nur'xal invasion. ((Done in Colab with Jangel, thanks again))

no prob, now things will get interesting)) The war has started to escalate throughout the planet and their are war torn battlefields already being formed from the militia and the army fighting eachother on different fronts. While Lorenzo still had the advantage in power and strength Angelo had the power of the people on his side and as a result had more numbers to compensate for their lack of strength or training. The vapor warriors are not picking sides in this war however saying they will not fight the people and will only serve to the true king and since their is none they will do nothing. Angelo had the infiltration unites that were given to him by the dominion put to use as they fed Angelo and his officers information on his brothers troop movements and any weaknesses in their formations. Although Angelo has gotten his brothers forces to be pushed back from the main battlefields they are still holding their own in the forts from the rebellions of their fathers age. They were fortified and had armaments to counter the numbers that Angelo had so the time being the peaceful brother had the advantage in taking the battlefields but how long will that last? Mark couldn't help but laugh at the situation that his brothers were in thinking that the big bad brother Lorenzo was getting beaten by civilians apparently his older brother Angelo had some skill in this game of war after all...

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