OPEN FIELD, UNIDENTIFIED FRINGE WORLD, JUST OUTSIDE DOMINION SPACE.



A young priest of Rhodull, clad in standard "True" bio-plating, strode down the ramp of his modest cruiser-class ship. The RCS Unity was a proud vessel, but not large enough to be worthy of any high-ranking priests. As such, the youthful True found himself in a position of authority that he wasn't yet used to.

He glanced over his shoulder, at the platoon of missionaries behind him. As boldly as he could, he shouted his command.

"Disperse and explore. This world doesn't seem overly developed. If you encounter locals, remain passive, and signal the ship immediately. Now commence the conversion, in the glorious name of Rhodull!"

The True sprang forward, marching outward from the ramp in various directions. Seeing them depart, the priest paused for a moment, meditating on his surroundings. He recounted his lessons at the Rhodullvard Academy, where he learned to detect nearby life. As the warmth of the other True moved further and further away, he felt nothing.

"Hmmm", he pondered to himself, "perhaps the ship's engines are producing too much warmth."

Stepping further outward, away from the vessel, he searched for a high-point in the field. A few moments of walking later, he came upon a moderate hill. Climbing to the top, he again paused. Honing his senses, he began his meditative search. His first distraction was the sun, beaming down upon him. This planet was relatively close to its star, its warmth too, was distracting.

"I must venture further."

Marching alone, in a different direction from his missionaries, the priest sought for some shade, to shield him from the radiance above him. A short while later, he came to the field's edge, where a treeline began. At last, he would be able to achieve the necessary concentration.

Rustling through the branches, he felt the cool shade wash over him. Unlike most other races, the True don't find comfort in coolness. Rather, the sensation of blocking one's self from warmth is quite unpleasant, almost painful. Nonetheless, it made his detection of thermal energy all the more acute. Again, he meditated...

... And there it was, a gathering of animalistic life-forms, not much further into the trees. These would be his first conversions, outside of SURTR-owned space. Excitement filled the young priest's mind. This would bring a great deal of honour to his family, and to himself, to return to the homeworlds with so many new worshipers.

He marched onward, faster and faster, knocking branches to the side as he eagerly approached the group. Drawing nearer, the shape of their thermal energy became more vivid to him. They were humanoid...

no... they were... human.

Breaking through the trees, he came upon a small village, tucked away in the forest. Sensing the radiation coming off of the buildings, he noticed they weren't standard human structures. There was no concrete, no steel, no glass. They were mostly wood, with some kind of stone composing their roofs.



As he entered the village, a few of the locals screamed and ran away from the towering invader. Others, presumably the men, grabbed weapons and began encircling the alien. Their weapons were primitive, spears, swords, and clubs. They posed no threat to the priest's bio-armour.

"Greetings, my brothers!" the priest began, in standard human dialect. "Today is a day of great blessings, of great fortune and joy. The sunlight that shines upon you today, brings new life to your village."

The locals responded with ferocious shouting, and by brandishing their weapons threateningly. The priest couldn't understand what they were saying. It wasn't standard human-speak, nor was it any of the common dialects, and it certainly wasn't the language of any of the other races. The priest stood puzzled. Why would these humans be so primitive? Their technology was far beyond spears and swords, by the time they began colonizing additional worlds.

A large, confident human stepped forward, and began speaking very slowly to the priest. He appeared to be some sort of military leader, for the village.

"Knee, Sure, Shay!" the human bellowed. "Gow, Sue, Woah, Knee, Sure, Shay!"

The human's speech was completely broken. The priest had no idea what the man was saying, but given the situation, it was likely that he was asking for self-identification.

"I am Rhell, priest of Rhodull", the dark alien responded, his voice echoing outward from the holes in his exoskeletal head.

"Way, Shuh-Muh, Knee Lie Juh-Lee."

Now the priest was completely baffled. He hadn't the faintest idea what the human was attempting to communicate. He tapped his left arm, and messaged back to the ship.

"Attention crew", he began, "I have encountered intelligent, human life. Track my coordinates, and you will find their village. We require adaptive translation technology. Their language is not in the database. It is likely derived from an older human dialect, as they seem to be quite technologically primitive."

His suite resonated with the response.

"At your will, father, we will begin the programming, and will transport a translator to your location, and begin the calibration for a new entry into the database."

This second, echoing voice, was enough to provoke several of the guards. They charged the priest, and began prodding him with their spears and swords. Reflexively, he knocked a couple of them out of the way. This prompted the rest to begin their assault as well. Regretting his initial response, the priest attempted to stands still as possible, to not provoke them further. He stood there, awkwardly, as they hacked away at his armour, to little effect.

"I may not be able to speak to you, but the songs of Rhodull pierce all hearts."

The priest began emitting a low, rhythmic hum. Among the True, this song was considered to be inescapably soothing and calming. He hoped it would pacify the locals. To the contrary, however, children that were looking upon the scene began to cry in fear of the deep grumbling sound. This only enraged the guards further, who began calling for reinforcements.

Soon, arrows joined the spears and swords, pelting the confused priest as he stood at the edge of town. Disheartened, the priest again contacted the ship.

"Brothers, upon further investigation, I don't believe the locals to be friendly to our kind. Return the translator to the ship. We require one of our human brothers, if we wish to spread the good news."

"Father", the voice responded, "Our only humans are the engineering staff. They are not educated as representatives of radiant Rhodull."

"Do you question the orders of Rhodull's chosen?" the priest responded, growing increasingly irritated with the whole situation.

"Certainly not, father, blessed be your decision, the the name of Rhodull."

The priest rose up to full height, as a procession of local monks joined the guards, and began waving religious instruments at him and chanting. Apparently, the locals thought him to be some sort of demon, that they could cast away with spells. Ultimately frustrated and off-put, the priest turned around and walked back into the forest, as the locals began cheering behind him. No doubt, they believed that their monks had just banished the demon. This would only strengthen their faith in their current religion, and make the conversion all that much more difficult.

The priest grumbled angrily to himself, as he marched back to the ship. He hoped, deeply, that the locals would treat his human engineers more hospitably than they treated him.

Totalist Union. Sector 0021. System 092-B. Planet JHS-294



It was a day of celebration for the Totalist Army in JHS-294. The last pockets of Collective troops had been wiped out and preparations were already underway for the next phase of the campaign against the Collective. The one big push that would see the accursed robots wiped out from the Universe once and for all. Or so the propaganda boasted.

Dvarza's division, the 294th, had spent the last weeks in a rather comfortable situation. By the time the relief fleet arrived they had been reduced to less than a company's worth of troops, just one of the many units decimated in the last desperate Collectivist attack. And so while the cleanup was carried out by fresher units, the 294th stayed in the rearguard for rest and refit. They even had received a few medals from the Generalissimo himself during the larger ceremonies earlier this week.

The only downside, in Dvarza's opinion, was the nature of the reinforcements they had received. As a rule, most of the original effective of the 294th was from the planet itself. But now it looked like the Directorate had decided to flood their division with a bunch of snotty arrogant kids fresh out of the academies of the Core. Even the new crop of privates walked around like they were worth anything. Tensions were already building up beneath the surface between the veterans and the newbies, but so far nothing substantial had happened. Thanks in no small part to Commissar's Nigri efforts to ensure the “smooth integration” of the new elements within the divisional structure.

The Commissar in question had just entered the officer's mess hall, calling everyone's attention as he started going around the tables talking and chatting with the officers. Who by this point had spent the last couple of hours consuming the divisional stocks of Victory Gin.

Lieutenant Dvarza watched the Commissar with hungry eyes. Or more specifically, the bowl he was carrying, almost overfilling with the familiar black and red wrapping of the chocolate bars. The Lieutenant could feel her mouth watering already. When Commissar Nigri finally reached her table, the Lieutenant felt her body tense in anticipation. Chocolate rations had almost completely ran out during the two years of battle against the Collective, with little priority put into producing more. Dvarza could actually count the number of times she had eaten chocolate in one hand. And that was because as an officer she had access to vastly more resources and privileges than a mere conscript.

Now, now she was looking at more chocolate than she had seen in the last two years combined. Someone more philosophically inclined could make some statement about how this represented the change of fortunes and the inevitable triumph of the State. But the Lieutenant herself was too busy keeping a respectable behavior. It would do no good to jump at the Commissar, chocolates or not, Dvarza hadn't gotten this far just to get executed for that.

“...And here's yours.” Commissar Nigri smiled as he handed the Lieutenant a chocolate bar. “Might want to wipe your chin though.” He quipped before moving on to the next table filled with equally eager officers.

Dvarza paid him no heed, hurriedly tearing through the wrapping. She stopped to appreciate the moment, the scent of the chocolate, the delicious looking texture. She was going to make this one last. When the Lieutenant finally gave the first bite she couldn't contain herself. So sweet, and it melted in her mouth too. By the Supreme Director, if only she could have more chocolate she would gladly charge an entire platoon of heavy walkers.

“Do you want a room, Lieutenant?” One of the new Captains asked, a big nosed young man, Dvarza hadn't bothered learning his name yet, there were simply too many newbies to keep track of. He had already finished his chocolate and was filling a glass with Victory Gin.

“I like chocolate, nothing wrong with that.” Dvarza replied, staring at the Captain. “Trust me, Captain. Had you fought the last two years in my shoes, you would be doing the same.”

“I was never that fond of chocolate, to be honest.” The Captain replied with a dismissive wave. “Give me gin any day of the week over that.” He emptied his glass, wincing slightly he continued. “But to each his own.”

Dvarza shrugged and returned to her chocolate. Victory Gin was good, but it could never beat a bar of quality Victory Chocolate.

“Celebration may be good and all.” Another of the new officers spoke up, or rather slurred, the newbie had more than her fair share of gin by this point. Dvarza also hadn't learned her name too. “But I don't see why we have to waste so much time.”

“You do realize the Commissar can't hear you from here, right?” Lieutenant Pozharsky teased, this one was probably the oldest living member of the division

“It may be surprising to the likes of you.” The young Lieutenant replied, glaring at Pozharsky. “But not everyone has to put up a front for the Commissars.” She took a sip of gin. “Though I'm sure you've mastered it after two years hiding in the trenches like vermin.”

Dvarza tensed in her seat and Pozharsky went red with rage. Big Nose cringed and looked at the veterans apologetically while the two other men on the table were looking way too eager to see how this was going to end.

“I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you.” Pozharky gritted his teeth before taking another shot of gin.

“Please! We are doing your lot a favor.” The Lieutenant snapped back. “Your little band of provincials is now finally able to see real soldiers in action.” Lieutenant Bitchface, as Dvarza had decided to call her from now on, grinned at Pozharsky, an arrogant and obnoxious thing that made Dvarza's blood boil. “You might even learn a thing or two. We all know that you need it.”

That was enough to make Pozharsky jump on the table to strangle Bitchface, followed by Dvarza herself, who had broken a bottle on the head of another officer who tried to intervene. Soon the whole officer's mess had descended into chaos as dozens of drunken men and women got into the fight, most without even bothering with the reason.

Dvarza dodged a punch thrown by Big Nose and kicked him in the gut, sending the Captain straight into the ground. She turned to look for Pozharsky only to see him pinning Bitchface on the ground with his large hands wrapped around her throat, cursing and spitting wildly at her.

With that taken care of Dvarza rushed to help another veteran officer, Major Orestes, against a trio of assailants. Two Captains and a Lieutenant by their uniforms. Capitalizing on the surprise element, Dvarza jumped in from behind, knocking out the Lieutenant with a chair to the head before throwing it against one of the Captains, who got hit in the back. The last foe remaining realized her predicament and started backing away, but neither Dvarza nor Orestes were willing to let her get away so easily.

Unfortunately for everyone that was the time the Commissar chose to appear. Storming into the room in full body armor, gas mask and followed by three squads of infantry. That sight was enough to make Dvarza's drunken brain realize the sheer scale of the shit she had gotten into.

She had crapped her pants even before the paralyzing gas started flooding the hall.

“I can't even go to the bathroom without returning to a warzone.” Commissar Nigri's voice was distorted by the gas mask's speakers as he walked around the fallen officers. Or so Dvarza assumed, her head was stuck looking towards the roof.

“This kind of behavior is unbecoming of officers of the Totalist Army. You shame your uniform, the Party and the Supreme Director.” Nigri continued, now directly above Dvarza, and if not for the gas she would probably be shaking in fear. She was going to die, executed like some sort of coward traitor after surviving two years in the meat grinder. All because some bitch couldn't keep her mouth shut.

“But I am a merciful man, and I believe that we can still overcome our differences, for the good of the war effort. So, I will not have you killed for this shameful display.” He turned his head down to look directly at the paralyzed Lieutenant. “Grab and lock them up boys! A night stewing in their own shit and 15 lashes ought to make our good officers reflect on their mistakes. And then we all will have a long talk.”

Dvarza felt two pair of arms lifting her up, though all she saw was the ground as her head swayed listlessly as they carried her away. But not even the paralysis nor the liquid waste running down her legs could damper her overwhelming relief. Just 15 lashes and a night locked up? That was as good as it got.

Totalist Union. Sector 0021. System 092-B. Aboard Floating Fortress AA-#04. In orbit of Planet JHS-294



Director Dollabella-Rybalsky kissed his silver baton and took a deep breath before striding confidently into the balcony. Dressed into the finery worth of his office, the black uniform of the Generalissimo of the Totalist State. As he stepped closer to the pulpit, the hundreds of men and women gathered in the speech hall of the AA-#04 cheered wildly, chanting his name and saluting repeatedly. The Generalissimo allowed himself to bask in the feeling of well earned adoration. The Armed Forces loved their leader almost as much as they loved the Supreme Director. As it should be.

“My brothers and sisters!” He started, adopting his well practiced speech voice, letting the microphones carry his words to the crowd. “Two years ago our glorious State was violated by the mechanic plague of Agonis! Now, I can finally say that our worlds are safe once again!”

The Generalissimo paused, letting the crowd cheer for some moments.

“But our struggle is not yet over!” He shouted into the microphone, raising his fist. “We have won the battle but the war rages on. Some within our government have suggested that we make peace with the Collective.” He sneered, internally reveling as he saw similar reactions from the crowd. “They say we have done enough. That we should conserve our strength and negotiate from a position of force, just as we did so many times with the hated Oligarchs of Albion and the Premier of Cymele.” He shook his head theatrically. “They do not understand that this enemy is unlike any other we have faced before. These are not the Red Guard of the People or the Federal Marines. The Collective is not a nation of men and xeno. It's not a state defending a misguided ideology. The Collective is a single being with many bodies. A plague with a trillion swords! A hungry monster that seeks to rape and burn our lands! Peace with the Collective will only come when we have torn down their hateful Queen piece by piece!”

Dollabella-Rybalsky paused to catch his breath for a moment as the crowd continued cheering.

“Make no mistake, brothers and sisters, the path ahead is not easy. Our enemy, though wounded is still a formidable foe. But that means nothing in the end! Let the trillions dead be from Agonis, let their lands be burned, raped and reduced to ash. Let their twisted Queen despair and cry as she sees her domain crumple around her! THE PARTY WAS, THE PARTY IS AND THE PARTY WILL ALWAYS BE TRIUMPHANT!

The Director waited until the cheering died down before continuing:

“We must push forward, on every world, on every moon, on EVERY INCH OF GROUND WE MUST FIGHT AND KILL THEM! ON EVERY WORLD WE MUST TOPPLE THEIR HOLD! ON EVERY BATTLEFRONT WE MUST ANNIHILATE THEIR TWISTED MONSTROSITIES! ON EVERY CONTINENT THEIR CITIES WILL BE REDUCED TO RADIOACTIVE ASH BENEATH THE GUNS OF OUR ARMIES! NO STOPPING! NO STEPPING BACK! WE GO ONLY FORWARD UNTIL THE VERY LAST ROBOT AND ABOMINATION IS REDUCED TO SCRAP METAL! THE SUPREME DIRECTOR IS WATCHING! DO NOT LET HIM DOWN!”

Summary:

-Shameless padding. Nothing of worth added to the big picture

World of Kasius
Fringes of Collective Space
Kasius, a pristine garden world like that of Earth when it was at its prime, during the Golden Age of the Old Imperium, before the fall. Now like all others, it is a scarred battleground as forces of the Resistance and the Collective fight their neverending war for supremacy. Kasius however, was a world of great significance, it is here that leaders of the Resistance are based, or at least a segment of High Command. The overall operations of the Resistance are split into four Theaters of Regional Operations, Alpha, Delta, Beta and Epsilon, each was overseen by A subbranch of High Command. And it is here the Collective had planned on their major offensive against the rebel leaders of the Alpha Theater, after some years of tracking down Alpha Command to their latest location.

Ruins of New Izuno
Current Headquarters of Alpha Command
Just moments before HRF Invasion

"Hostiles on advance!" A soldier cried out, firing from cover along with several other humans and an aldzur.

"Come get some!" An Hexanagallion soldier snarled and roared, firing a heavy machine gun towards the charging rejected grunts. "I can do this all day assholes!" He continued unloading lead on the barely-seniant cyborgs until he heard several clicking sounds. "Reload!" He yelled, but before he got the chance, he was pulled down. "Masu! get in cover you crazy idiot!" shouted the human next to him, pulling him down with all his might behind the safety of the makeshift walls they set up. "You're a goddamn sniper's magnet!" he shouted over the gunfire. Masu simply made a smiling-like expression with his mandibles, "Hah! I'd say let them try at it!"

The Sergeant frowned to the over confident Hexanagallion. "You're no good dead to the Squad, soldier." He replied as he placed two fingers over the right side of his head. "Control, this is Echo One, we're facing some heavy fire here, requesting some backup ASAP." A response came as a feminine voice replied. "Roger that Echo One, we're sending armor support on your way."

"Much appreciated Control." The Sergeant then turned is gaze back to a Ge'He as he tinkered with a power generator, pressing down keys. "How are those Auto Turrets Sull?"

"I'm working as fast as possible sarge!" He replied, frantically trying to turn the generator on. "You stupid piece of crap! Turn on damn you!" He kept shouting at the generator as it refused to power the auto guns that would reinforce their forward position. He then resorted to smashing it in frustration, however, in his recklessness he was out in the open briefly, and was shot in the arm. "Gah!" he yelped, falling to the ground in agony. "Medic!" The Sergeant cried out, and without delay a young woman rushed over and dragged the injured Sull away into cover. The sergeant proceeded to fire blindly at the collective troops, and before they knew it, a Collective Main Battle Walker came crashing through, followed a mess of varusch troopers, the machine turned it's gaze and aimed towards the defenders, ready to fire it's main gun. "Ah shit.." the sergeant said, and right before his eyes, before they were t die, the very same walker exploded, forcing the varusch to scatter.

The group of soldiers all looked up in sheer awe as they witnessed something extraordinary, a fleet of alien ships hung over them, didn't matter if they were friend or foe, in the moment, salvation had come, a possible end to this war once and for all.

Command and Operations Center
In the center of this ramshackled base, located deeper in the city, General Itinus Kosh of Alpha Command and several others watched over a holo-display of the city battle, over a dozen platoons-worth of men add equipment were struggling across several locations around the city, a few squads such as Echo were left to guard small entry points leading to the base. The room begun to tremor, dirt and dust falling as they were being shelled by Collective artillery.

"Damn it, they got us cornered, and they're not letting up." The General said as he glued his eyes to the battlefield, Collective forces making a slow advance in great numbers. He turned to his Second in Command, a fellow Aldzur. "Any word on those reinforcements?"

"Other cells that have yet to report in are forming up, however..they won't arrive soon enough.."

"Damnnit!" he cursed, his fist slamming against the table. "We'll be dead before they get here..." soon however, alarms were set off, sirens crying out. "Now what?"

"Sir..." One of the Operators spoke up. "We got additional contacts approaching the city, and I don't believe it, but...they're engaging Collective troops."
@POOHEAD189

“Jeonha, I recommend a diplomatic mission to the Dominion. We must make them feel like they need us.”
“I agree, jeonha.”
King Seo Tae Sun massaged his temples. He was in the uncomfortable position of leading the crisis committee that had been convened in the reaction to the Dominion’s conquest of Earth. Sitting with the governors of the Kingdom had been a tiresome procedure for him all his life and it wouldn’t be easier for his daughter in the future. Right now, though, she had the task of making sure that Admiral Tae had all the necessary supplies she would need to efficiently defend the border.

“I think we should secure alliances first before we deal with the Dominion”, the governor of the Silla province pronounced breaking the silence. “With that in our hand, we might have some leverage against the dominion.”
“He has a point.”, a couple of governors murmured in agreement including the one of Jin, one of the provinces caught in between the two Dominion borders, which was highly unusual since they, naturally, were known for their fear of the Dominion and would support anything to keep the fiend off their borders.

A little bit of prattle was going on between the sector’s representatives when King Seo raised himself out of the chair he was sitting on and, under the eyes of everybody watching slowly marched towards the map of the known empires that was on the table and put down his finger onto a coloured blob that represented a nation.

“There. The governor of Silla is right. We can’t afford trying to deal with the Dominion without any backup. Now, if we can get a deal with Musashi we’d have one of the biggest navies in the galaxy on our side… and!” The King lifted his finger in the air. “Musashi has very recently signed a defensive pact with the Dominion. If we can shove ourselves in between that, we might be able to secure the status quo.”

With a smile on their faces, the governors of Silla and Jin nodded while others called the King a genius. Seo Tae Sun was used to that kind of sucking up to him and didn’t even acknowledge the career politicians who did so. His opinion on these… creatures was already well known in the Kingdom and even his daughter caught on to it and seemed to continue his “tradition” of hating the slimy politicians. But he could not do without them.

King Seo motioned for the governors to rise. “I thank you all for your advice, now, however, I ask you to return to your posts and make sure your sectors remain peaceful. Yang Ji Han’s mission will fail if we don’t assure him that he has the popular support and maintain that support, good day, gentlemen.”

After King Seo Tae Sun delivered his final statement, he left through the door to the palace grounds to seek out his wife, who was with head diplomat Yang Ji Han and his crew.





“Ae Ri! Could you shower faster! You don’t need to preen every single one of your feathers!” A young Tatara called out through the hallway of the Pyeong-on. It was a tiny ship, just barely enough room for the three people currently living in it. One bathroom, one bathtub, one bedroom and two beds, which prompted the two girls to sleep in the same bed.

The young, just barely eighteen, Tatara was called Sang Na Mi and she was currently complaining about her bedmate and companion, Yeo Ae Ri, a Nyali of the same age.
Right now, the latter was using said only bathtub in the entire spacecraft.

It was an arduous task, this mission to Musashi, especially in such cramped conditions. But all three, including their teacher and lead diplomat on this mission, Yang Ji Han, had gotten to know each other quite well during that time and now greatly appreciated each other’s presence… even if Ae Ri was hogging the shower all the time.

Soon they would arrive in Musashi’s space and then they three would be responsible for Cheonsang’s survival or demise.

Totalist Space
Along the edges of some nameless system in the Totalist State, a lone Divine class warship exits FTL, a rare occurrence for the Collective to be sending just one ship. However, it was sent on an even more unheard of occasion, this ship was sent on a "diplomatic" mission, for centuries the Collective knew not of this word, every world and civilization they came across, they simply made demands and waged war if said demands are not met. This mission was an entirely alien concept to them, the Seven never bow to a foe, they simple prepare for the next wave of an invasion, but recent events have shown that some particular civilizations will not simple be on the defensive forever, and very soon the Collective will have to fight their own defensive war on two fronts, something the Seven wish to avoid at any cost.

The Collective vessel continued its journey deep in the system, sending out signals to alert any nearby totalist warships of its arrival.

The signal was intercepted by the sizable armada using the system as a staging ground. Immediately both the fleet and the ground forces deployed in the system went into full alert, expecting a Collective battlefleet to emerge soon after. Several hours passed before the local Totalist command decided to consider the possibility of trusting the Collective.

A message was sent ordering the Collective vessel to land in an out of the way asteroid orbiting the fifth planet of the system, as a small squadron was detatched to shadow the hostile vessel. Meanwhile, the purpose of the Collective's mission was relayed back to the Generalissimo himself, who decided to humour the request. Despiste the fact that no one actually believed that the Collective would accept the Party's terms.

After some time had passed, the Collective ship made way for the asteroid field, making its landing on one of the larger asteroids. Elsewhere, aboard the ship, in the Command Center, a cloaked woman had passed through sliding doors, garnering the attention of the very small skeleton crew of eight Agaathi. Once the cloaked had been unveiled, it is revealed this woman was of the quite elusive Ascended, her eyes glowing a shade of green, with small strips of whatever technology made her this way running down from her forehead to her chin. It was very rare to see her kind outside the walled cities on Collective Worlds. "Connect with their channels." she turned to and ordered one of the Agaathi servants.

"Yes, my lady." he replied as he pressed down some keys in a brisk pace.

"Let us pray to the Seven they see reason." she said to herself.

"Hostile ship." Came the voice, filled with evident disgust despite the garbled transmission. "We will be rerouting your communications channel. Do you have any holographic transmission equipment in your ship?"

"That we do." she replied. "I'm standing before the device."

"These are the codes you need to use." The voice replied and soon after the codes arrived through the comm channel.

One of the Agaathi servants entered the code, the holo-projection device sparking with life, scanning the woman for a brief moment before a holo image of the Totalist Generalissimo himself materializing right before her. "Greetings, I am Jana, Third Speaker of the Seven."

"I am the Director of Peace, Generalissimo Alexander Dollabella-Rybalsky." He replied, face carefully kept stoic. "And I am told you have come with terms for us. Be quick"

"Gladly, I come before you on orders by the Seven, we know what you intend to do next, and we wish to avoid this at all cost. We simple wished offer a gift of everlasting life, and I admit we...acted too rash in your refusal. However, reconsider, otherwise the death toll will mount in the millions upon millions for both sides. Reconsider our gift to your people, wouldn't you rather live in peace as my people live now? Free of war, sickness and death."

The Generalissimo laughed at her. "A gift? Oh no! What terrible misunderstanding!" He continued sarcastically. "Surely we can reconsider the whole situation based on this little tidbit of information." He chuckled lightly as he shook his head. "No, no, no. You have come here because the rotten toaster you call Queen has realized that she has bitten more than she could chew. Now you are looking to save yourself." The Generalissimo cleared his throat. "I will be transmitting our terms right now. Accept them all or we shall finish what you started."

Soon after the Collective vessel received a series of documents detailing the Totalist terms for peace. They consisted of large scale transfers of territory and technology along with the disarmament of the Collective and the establishment of hundreds of military bases throughout their remaining territory, along with the inclusion of the Agonis Collective as a member of the Totalist Sphere, essentially reducing it to a puppet state.

The Speaker read over the terms, her neutral expression slowly degrading into disgust and anger. "This is unacceptable!" she cried out, about to show her true colors. "Bowing down to inferior beings like you!? ." she paused for but a moment, and continued. "Absolutely disgusting...very well then, Director. If you wish to enact these demands, you'll have to do so the hard way, be prepared."

"We are more than prepared, Speaker." The Director smiled. "The entire might of the Party is arrayed against you. And from what I've heard, new enemies seem to be popping out every day now for you." He paused. "It may take a decade or a century, but mark my words, abomination, the end of your state is coming. You are just delaying the inevitable now."

"Cut off comms." the Speaker ordered. In that instant, the holo image of the director faded away. "Fire all weapons, if they wil not see reason, we fight to the death."

When the comms were cut, the Director gave similar orders for the squadron shadowing the Collective vessel. And just as Jana's ship unleashed its first salvo, so did the Totalist ships. In the end, the larger Totalist force managed to dispatch the hostile vessel with relative ease.

(Collab @PyroDash888 @Darkspleen)



The diplomatic party from Cheongsang had, upon arrival at the Imperial Palace, been led through a seeming maze of hallways and corridors till they reached what their escort had told them was a holo-room. The holo-room was supposedly a fairly small sized room located in the heart of the palace, but once inside the diplomatic party was greeted not by a small circular room but a forest of cherry blossom trees that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Directly in front of them stood a woman dressed in a dark purple hanfu. Her back was too them as they entered. The woman slowly turned to look at her guests, revealing the mask she wore, as she said “I hear that you have arrived from a far away country. On behalf of the Empire of Musashi allow me to welcome you. I am Yamamoto Saeko, second princess of the Empire.”

The man who was in the lead of the delegation bowed and flashed a friendly and honest smile.
“You honour us with your presence, princess. I am Yang Ji Han, first royal diplomat of the Cheonsang Kingdom. My companions here are Sang Na Mi”, he pointed at the cream scaled Tatara, “and Yeo Ae Ri” he motioned to the Nyali who was proudly presenting her green plumage.

After both had bowed as well, Ji Han continued: “Let me cut right to the chase, princess. I come to you in dire times for our country. Our entire nation is shocked over the Dominion’s conquest of Earth. When we left our capital, there were protests everywhere, in every major city on every planet condemning that conquest.” He paused to take a breath and waved his arm making clear for one of his companions to continue for him.

The Tatara Sang Na Mi took it upon herself to do so. “Ah, we have not come here to complain to you about that conquest. Earth is simply a planet most of our citizens adore as the symbol of our culture. No, the reason why we come to you now is a lot more dire and threatening to our very existence and, for non-humans, like me and Ae Ri, our life.” From her head, a cloth covering her head tumbled to the ground revealing her two horns and her white hair.

“Our navy might be strong and powerful, but we cannot dream of measuring up against the power of the Dominion, which we believe is plotting to invade us and, once again, throw our peaceful nation into chaos and death.” Once more, Na Mi bowed and took a step back, her face clearly distorted with worry and a little bit of sorrow.

Saeko quietly listened to the three diplomats from Cheonsang, her eyes lingering on Sang Na Mi and Yeo Ae Ri. When they had finished speaking she remained silent for a moment, taking in what they had said. She could follow what they had said to its logical conclusion, but decided it would be for the best to not jump to conclusions.

“And what would you have Musashi do Yang-dono?” She simply asked. She shifted her gaze to Na Mi, her eyes roaming over the Tatara’s exotic, as far as Saeko was concerned, features. “Are you asking us to fight a war for you?” She now shifted her gaze to Yeo Ae Ri “Or are you asking Musashi to intervene diplomatically?” Now she faced Yang again. “Or is there something else you desire?”

This time, Yeo Ae Ri spoke up. “Ah, of course we would not dare ask of you to declare a war, jeoha. We know that you have signed a defensive pact with the Dominion and a war would violate that treaty, naturally. We merely wish for your nation to assure our independence. In return”, a slight smirk formed on the corners of her mouth, “we might be able to assist your… crusade that you are preparing at the moment. You shouldn’t really be surprised that we know this, it is quite obvious for people from a country that has been constantly preparing for war for about twenty years now.”

“Is that so?” Saeko seemed to ponder what Yeo had said, though given that her face was hidden from view it was hard to tell what she might be thinking. After a moment she said “I am interested in what sort of aid you would be willing to provide Yeo-dono.” She shifted her gaze to Sang. “And I must confess that I am even more interested in your species. Are you two really not humans? Despite some of your… features you two look distinctly human.” Her tone possessed not a hint of disgust as she spoke. She took a few steps towards Sang and leaned towards her slightly to peer at her wings. After a moment she looked down at Sang’s clothes. “If I am not mistaken Sang-dono,” She said, “your clothes looks somewhat similar to the traditional clothing of ancient Korea.”

Sang Na Mi chuckled and spread out her wings to allow the princess to take a better, closer look. “You are not all too wrong to assume such. Our scientists are currently hard at work going after a hypothesis where both of our races are related to bronze age, or earlier, humans. It has not been proven yet, but it seems highly likely that we are related to each other.
And concerning the clothing. Yes, they are a modified version of traditional Korean clothing. Although we do not wear it all the time, we do wear this form of it for formal occasions such as this or national celebrations.”

Yang Ji Han smiled at the young diplomat’s exchange. He was a veteran of his craft, but for his two companions, this was the first official diplomatic trip and he was quite happy about their performance so far.
“Jeoha, we would be able to afford transferring the First Fleet to your space, however, our warp drives are very slow, so I propose something, so far, only we have been able to use, which would also prove invaluable for bilateral trade. A hyperspace gate that connects to our capital, Silla. We will provide the blueprints for your engineers to fabricate it and our side is already standing. How does this sound?” He pulled out a datapad and holo-projected said blueprint above the device.

Saeko glanced at the blueprint but for a second before locking her eyes onto Yeo’s green plumage. “I understand.” She stated. “You wish to establish a highway of sorts between our two countries. And are willing to aid us in our own upcoming war. I am… intrigued by your proposal.” At last she shifted her attention back to Yang and the blueprint he was displaying.

“We may be able to work out a trade deal,” Saeko continued, “but that would have to be negotiated at a later date. Hmmm….. At the very least I can offer you some territory by the Imperial palace in which you can establish a permanent embassy.”

Saeko’s eyes were inevitably drawn back to Sang’s wings. For a moment she tilted her chin up, revealing some bruising on her neck, but they were only visible for a moment. “Where exactly is your homeland?”

“I thank you for that.” Yang bowed before Sang Na Mi took it upon herself to answer the princess’ question. She reached into a pouch she was carrying on the belt and took out an old fashioned paper map, rolled it out in front of herself and pointed at a tiny yellow area almost completely enveloped by the Dominion.
“This is the Cheonsang Kingdom, the Heavenly Kingdom, our home. We only have a tiny area, but we have a lot of resources. A lot, a lot of resources. We have three beautiful nebulae, who are our goddesses for saving us when the Imperium annexed us. As such, we love our homeland and would give everything to keep it intact.”

It took Saeko just a moment to realize the possible importance of Cheonsang’s position. “I believe I can understand some of your… concern given your homelands location” Saeko said. “If you are willing to grant Musashi armed forces and civilian merchants transit rights from your… gate to Dominion space I will ensure that Musashi guarantee your country’s independence. Would that be acceptable to your… pardon me for asking, but what is the title of your country’s ruler?”

“This is more than acceptable, this is absolutely perfect, for both of us.” Yeo was positively gleaming when exclaiming this and her eyes were shining with joy. For her it meant, her family would be able to live in peace and safely without having to worry about the threat of genocidal extinction. “Ah, our country is a Triarchy. The King, the Queen and the heir, our beloved and ever popular princess Mi Ran; All three rule with the same amount of power and say in governmental matters and important actions have to be decided upon by all three unanimously.”

“Here my uncle, the Emperor, rules alone” Saeko commented. “Although his daughter, my brother, and I have been increasingly helping him with the administration of the Imperial government.” She paused for a moment, something seemingly occurred to her. “Your journey here certainly must have been a long one, especially if your warp drives are slow. You must be exhausted from your travels. If you’d like I offer you three some rooms to stay in here in the Imperial palace until the construction of your embassy is completed.”

Ji Han cast a questioning glance to his partners who both nodded acknowledgingly. “We would be honoured to be your guests. And we might be able to guide your engineers in their quest to build our connecting gate as well. Otherwise it will be quite difficult for our fleet to get here, I figure.”

“I am certain that can be arranged.” Saeko said. She looked at each of the Cheonsang diplomats in turn before stating “I must be honest, the dynamics of your relationship with each other eludes me. Which one of you is the superior?”

“That, jeoha, would be me.” Yang Ji Han exclaimed smiling. “I am fairly experienced in diplomatic matters, whereas for the two ladies, this is their first actual diplomatic mission. They are performing marvelously for that fact, are they not?”

With a graceful and playful bow Yeo Ae Ri replied. “For all intents and purposes Yang Ji Han-nim is our teacher. However, when you spend two months on a cramped ship with two other people, you do tend to grow closer… especially when you have to share a bathroom and sleeping quarters. Or you start to hate each other… which luckily never happened. Na Mi and I, though, were friends already back in school, but we still got to know about each other more than we thought we would.” Meanwhile, Sang Na Mi buried her face in her clawed hand with a slight red tinge colouring her cheeks. “Yeah… more or less...”, she muttered.

“Your students are performing excellently Yang-dono” Saeko said after letting out a laugh. “Though I suspect you’ll be stuck with them for a bit longer.” She sounded genuinely amused by Sang and Yeo’s interaction. “Your ship must have been quite small if you were sharing sleeping quarters. That will not be an issue here. You each will be given your own room to stay in, unless you wish to share accommodations.” She paused for a moment. “Is such… proximity the norm in Cheonsang?”

All three bowed politely once more. “We thank you a lot for this.”, Yang said while his head was down. After their heads were upright again, Na Mi giggled a bit. “No, no. Not everywhere. There are groups who practice a very tight bonding of communities and apparently both the Tatara and the Nyali once lived in such close communities more often, which would explain why we can adjust to it quite well. However, in our normal lives, we live like humans do and the humans in Cheonsang live pretty similar to your people.”
“And the palace is pretty empty most of the time and feels inhumanly big, so it was a nice change for a while.”, Ae Ri jumped in. “Also…”, she tilted her head curiously. “If I am allowed to ask, jeoha, is there a certain reason why you are wearing that mask? If I am out of place to ask such, please reprimand me…”

“Oh course not Yeo-dono” Saeko said. She reached up and tapped her mask with a single finger. “We are very… particular about our social hierarchy here.” She said. “And it would not do to show one’s face to a member of a lower class.” She paused for a moment before adding “A soldier is not obligated to show his face to a commoner, just as a noble need not reveal his face to a soldier. And I, being a member of the Imperial family, need not reveal my face to members of the aristocracy. I hope that sufficiently answers your question.”

Sang put a claw onto Ae Ri’s head to sort of tell her that her question was not something a diplomat should ask. But she still responded to the princess. “In the past, we used to have such a strong system of social statuses. But around the time when we managed to reestablish ourselves in our homesystems after we managed to push the falling Imperium out, our reigning royal family thought, such a rigid social system was not necessary anymore.
So we phased it out. We still have a system of high respect amongst each other, though, such as calling somebody you esteem to be socially higher than you ‘nim’, like I do with Yang Ji Han-nim, instead of ‘ssi’, which I did call Ae Ri before we were friends. There are also some more things, but they are more or less formality between citizens of our country and not relevant to any foreigners wanting to visit.” Na Mi smiled again as she, a little bit upset, glared Ae Ri right into the eyes, who flinched and returned an apologetic look, before glancing up to the princess again, pretty much grinning now.

“That is… interesting” Saeko allowed. “I would be most interested in hearing more about your homeland, but I am afraid that I have some duties I must attend to soon. Hmmm…. If you would like I could have some local clothing procured for you. A gift from me to each of you.”

“That won’t be necessary. We appreciate your offer, though, jeoha. We are thankful for the deal we made. Our country and Yeo Ae Ri and Sang Na Mi’s races owe their survival to you” Yang Ji Han bowed one final time before his two companions did the same thing. Then all three were led outside and to their rooms.

As the chambers projectors hummed to life Woolsey’s downcast expression materialized a moment before his body, almost immediately provoking looks of concern from all but a few of the Chancellors. They all knew why they were here today, and to see their ambassador and former colleague in such spirits was nothing but foreboding. Almost cautiously Kaela Sevaren stood to greet him, “Ambassador Woolsey, as always it is good to see you. We received your preliminary report and have convened as you requested, would you care to elaborate on what details you included in your missive?”

Woolsey nodded, but before he could speak a rather distraught looking Chancellor Cooper interjected, “Is it true?” Leaning over her podium as if to hear Woolsey’s words more clearly she continued, “Has that fool of an Emperor truly done something so asinine?”

Woolsey rubbed his temples and straightened his slumped posture before he looked up to Cooper on her podium, “All too true—unfortunately. It seems the Princess Yuki has been disowned and disinherited by the Emperor. From what I have gathered it seems at the urging of Uther she endeavoured to prevent the war with the Second Imperium in contravention of her father’s orders; as it is now the Princess Yuki will never sit on the throne.”

A silence fell on the room and the Chancellors exchanged tense glances among themselves, none of them keen on being the first to speak. As if taking responsibility for asking Woolsey Chancellor Cooper swallowed and spoke, her voice clearly uncertain, “What… Has become of the Princess? Did her efforts bear any fruit? Do we know at least that?”

Woolsey sighed and scratched his chin, “I know not the Princess Yuki’s fate Chancellor, but I imagine the fleet she was travelling aboard will bring her back to Musashi in chains. From what I have heard the Emperors reaction was extreme, and I do not expect her to fair well.” He paused and massaged his brow a moment, as if contemplating the irony that led him to delivering this news. Glancing up and scanning the faces of the assembled Cabinet members he spoke again, “As for her efforts, at least it seems Musashi will not invade the Second Imperium as soon as was expected. Though… I would not attribute that solely to the Princess Yuki.”

Cooper perked up a bit at that, perhaps there was someone else in Musashi they could reason with? With a tinge more confidence than before she questioned, “If not Yuki, who managed to stay the Emperors hand?”

Woolsey caught Coopers gaze and held it uncompromisingly as he spoke, “It was the Princess Saeko Chancellor.”

Cooper deflated, the hope in her eyes falling to nothing. Below the slightest smile formed on Woolsey’s lips, but none noticed as a slam resounded though the chamber and Ainsworth bellowed, “What does it matter who stopped the Emperor? You heard the Ambassador, the old fool will invade soon enough anyway, regardless of what we hope. The Princess Yuki may have truly been an ally of ours like many here insisted, but then it’s no surprise she’s been removed. We should never have involved ourselves with a state that, may I remind this Cabinet, declared war upon us!”

Many murmured their support, but regardless of Ainsworth words the toxic looks they directed at Chancellor Cooper were clear. She’d made the last mistake she was going to on this Cabinet. Woolsey almost felt for her, but the sight of Emperor Ryu choking Saeko was far too fresh for him to sympathize. Shaking his head he looked away from Ainsworth and to Sevaren, “Certainly, we may have made the wrong decision when it came to the Princess Saeko, but cutting relations with Musashi is rash. The Emperor is also rumored to have made threats against the Remnants, if nothing else we must ensure those threats never become reality. Neither heir can help us with that now, but they are not the only ones in the court of Musashi. I advise that we attempt to win over the higher officials in the nation, if we cannot be friends with Musashi we can at least influence it to stay out of our affairs.”

Sevaren mulled it over and peered down at Woolsey, looking for any cue that might imply his words were influenced by emotions brought forth by recent events, and finding none. Sitting up behind her podium she addressed the whole of the Cabinet, “Woolsey brings up valid points, we cannot sever our ties with Musashi, regardless of how much we may regret our actions.” Sevaren glanced pitifully at the despondent Cooper and went on, “I also agree with his assertion that should make allies within the Imperial court of Musashi. However, we must not fall prey to the delusion that we can continue as if this means nothing. Chancellor Ainsworth is right, if Yuki was disowned now she was always going to be.”

“First the report of him strangling his niece, that was enough to make us question this Emperor Ryu, but now word of him rejecting his daughter? I believe it is clear to all of us that the Emperor of Musashi is unstable, and dangerous.” Sevaren looked around the room challenging anyone to disagree, “Beyond that with no reasonable candidates to replace him we are faced with a difficult situation, no matter how much the court loves this nation of ours they do not rule Musashi. As a result I move that this Cabinet enacts a policy, that should Musashi launch a war of aggression against the Second Imperium or any other sovereign nation, we will condemn them and prepare ourselves for the possibility of conflict. A nation run by a madman cannot be left unchecked.”

The Cabinet was silent, but soon burst into cheers of support, even Ainsworth nodding in favour of the First Chancellor. For his part Woolsey could only stand in a daze, Sevaren had always been an advocate for peace, so what was this? As if voicing his confusion the voice of Chancellor Espanta rang out, “First Chancellor, did you forget we have a treaty with the Empire? We cannot simply run to the aid of whomever they choose to invade.”

Sevaren nodded, but spoke threateningly, “Normally Chancellor, we could not. However, if the foolish Emperor of Musashi thinks he can violate the word of his diplomats by disavowing them he is mistaken. Do not forget it was the Princess Yuki who negotiated our peace treaty.” Just then she stopped and turned to Woolsey, her expression softening, ”That having been said, I do not wish for war, and while we shall not shy away from it we must do all in our power to prevent it. Ambassador, you are to win over as much of the court as you are able to that end, but Musashi shall know our positon if the Emperor marches to war. If there is any sense left in his head he will back down, or else he will be brought to heel.”

Woolsey looked at her dumbstruck and nodded meekly, “Very well First Chancellor.” Before vanishing into the air.

Despite recent jarring events in the Imperial court life went on. Xaio Xiang's inauguration as the new minister of foreign affairs was a comparably minor event as far as things in the Imperial palace went. It had been overshadowed by the apparent betrayal of Princess Yuki the day before and, even had that not been the case, many in the Imperial court simply didn't understand just how important the new ministry of foreign affairs was likely to become. Even so some twenty ministers of the Imperial court as well as a handful of military officers were present. Not to mention a number of foreign dignitaries who had been invited as well. Princess Saeko was even present, although she was in a poor mood and kept mostly to herself. Of great interest to the foreigners was the fact that the inauguration was a no mask event, one of the few instances in which all present were expected to not wear a mask.

The inauguration had consisted of a speech from Xiang's uncle and several other ministers of the court, a fine dinner, and live music being played. After nearly two hours of speeches and dinner the guests were at last allowed to mingle and speak to each other and Xaio Xiang

After the wonderful speeches James had removed himself while they ate however and when he returned he sought out the new foreign minister Xiang who oddly enough was alone at her table no doubt tired from all work she had put into creating a new ministry. As James approached she barely noticed till he addressed himself. "Hello, minister Xiang-dono." He smiled as she turned to him.

"Conrad-dono" Xiang said as she looked up at him. "I hope you have found the festivities to your liking."

James nodded "Indeed it has been. However it is a shame that Yuki-denka or would it be something else after what happened. Though I wish I could have told her uther wouldn't play nice it took me a lot to get the Dominion earth." James said with a frown as he looked at her.

"I would advise you to never use the denka honorific when for Yuki-san again" Xiang said. "The Emperor has officially disowned her. And unfortunately things are moving a tad quicker than I would like." She frowned. "I'll need to prepare for certain eventualities."

"Anything I can do to help? Perhaps talk to some ministers or Faust? Also I've heard some rumors are these to be desired about Saeko-denka?" James asked as he moved towards an open chair near Xiang.

"Hmm.... Well we can talk about specifics at a later date. And Rumors? What rumors?" She asked with a perfectly innocent expression. "I don't know of any rumors. Of course if these rumors you speak of cast Saeko-denka in a favorable light... I suppose they are a good thing. No?"

As he took a seat he gave a Chuckle "One could suppose so. Now one other matter, as you are now a minister Xiang-dono will I be dealing with a new liason or will I be able to count on you so as to further our endeavors?" James asked with a clear expression on his face

"Well Conrad-dono" Xiang said. "Seeing as how my ministry has just been formed I have a very limited number of subordinates. As it is they are too busy and inexperienced to meet with foreign dignitaries, so I'll continue to be in your care as your liasion. For now. In the foreseeable future I'll be delegating those responsibilities to my subordinates."

"I should hope these subordinates are not as interesting as yourself. I wouldn't wish to make new deals with a new faces." James said as he began to get up. "We should speak soon as many plans have been altered." James stood there waiting for a reply.

"Our trade negotiations are still valid" Xiang narrowed her eyes slightly, "so long as you don't decide to go behind my back. And yes, we shall be speaking soon about our plans for the future."

James chuckled once more "Of course, now Xiang-dono enjoy yourself it's your party after all get to know some. While I must go speak to Saeko-denka." James then began to walk towards the seated and saddened Saeko-denka.

Saeko seemingly radiated an aura that kept others away, as none of the Musashi ministers or military officers dared come close to her. She sat alone, sipping a cup of sake, as she looked at her countrymen celebrate. As James approached she looked at him out of the corner of her eye but otherwise did not respond to his presence.

As James approached the princess he gave a small bow "Saeko-denka, why are you upset this is a lovely affair one in which you could get to know the foreign diplomats more closely, yet you sit here alone and sad." He said in a soft voice.

"I don't know about in the Dominion," Saeko said with a frigid tone, "but here it is common practice to mourn the loss of a family member." She raised her cup as if to toast something before taking a long sip. She placed the now empty cup on the table before saying. "Get me another one." It was not phrased as a suggestion.

"While it is indeed customary to grieve for the loss of one close to them, I sadly have no one close save for Faust." James took a moment to look around and seeing no servant he replied "Of course, Saeko-denka but might I know what you were drinking?" James asked curiously.

Just a few hours earlier, in the Cheonsang diplomat's quarters, Yang Ji Han was busy filling out paperwork, Yeo Ae Ri helping him, when he invitation to the inauguration party of a new foreign minister for Musashi. "Na Mi-ssi, I would like it if you went on your own to represent Cheonsang at that party. Enjoy yourself, but make sure you don't embarrass our country." Yang smiled.

When Sang Na Mi arrived at the party, she felt uncomfortable from the stares she was getting from all around her. She knew nobody here and wondered why even Yang suggested her to "enjoy" the party. So far, she wasn't, that's for sure. Nobody wanted anything to do with her and she really felt out of place.

From the buffet she grabbed a glass of some alcoholic liquid and shoved all of its contents into her mouth. This was when she spotted the figure of Princess... Saeko, was it?
She seemed to be not very engaged in the discussion with the man she was talking to right now.

With the glass of sake in her left claw and her wings folded as close to her body as possible and with a lot of control in her tail not to sideswipe one of the guests she had to move past, Na Mi moved over to the princess. Seeing the empty glass in the princess' hand, Na Mi, when she was close enough, held out her arm and offered the princess the glass.

"Jeoha, I'm very sorry about your... sister? Cousin? My heartfelt sympathy."

"Sake Conrad-dono" Saeko was saying, waving him off, as Sang approached. She turned to the other woman as she spoke. "You have my thanks. Although she was a cousin I always saw her as an older sister." She sniffled as she took the offered glass muttering a quiet "Thank you" before taking a long sip.

"From what I have heard so far", Sang exclaimed, "It seems to me that even your royal family could use a lot of diplomatic training still. And, if I may say so, you might start working together, no? You are one family, ruling one nation. It seems logical to me that you should all pull together for the fate of your country." Her right claw had found its way onto her head and into her hair where she thoughtfully scratched the skin underneath.

As James took the glass and began to walk towards the buffet table he hid his annoyance well. Why would this princess who's beliefs are to make everyone she can more like the Musashi people be speaking to a foreign dragon. He thought about this as he reached the table and got a glass of Sake, before turning around and returning to the princess.

"Unfortunately" Saeko said before draining the contents of her glass, "we have drastically different views of what the future of our country should be. Ah thank you Conrad-dono." Saeko took the offered glass. "At times these views are compatible with each other," She said before taking a sip. "But more often then not they are incompatible. I had hoped to bring my brother and cousin together, but perhaps I was just dreaming."

She looked at James as she said "What would you do if Faust-sama's intentions for the Dominion were radically different from your own? Would you simply do as you were told or would you push your own agenda?"

"D...Dominion?!" At this reveal, Sang Na Mi was not only surprised but also visibly scared. Slowly she retreated closer towards the princess. Desperately, she tried to hide it, but it was of no avail. Her feeble attempt at concealing her fright was quite unsuccessful as her wings were trying to unfold themselves to make herself look bigger. "You are with the Dominion?"

As James handed the drink to Saeko, he looked back towards the dragon lady he began to nod slowly "Yes I am, but you have nothing to worry from myself. I'm here as a diplomat and wish to show the best the Dominion has to offer." He looked toward Saeko as he continued "At least that is hopefully how I've been. Though as for your question Saeko-Denka, my relationship with Faust is an old one. He trusts and values my ideals usually if I have a differing opinion I'd confront him about it though never in front of others where he would appear weak. Usually he'll follow them though on certain issues we're further apart then I'd like." He said with a side smile.

"And that was the type of working relationship I had hoped to eventually build with my cousin" Saeko's gaze shifted towards the floor. "But now...." She slowly shook her head, her eyes closed for a moment. "And fear not Sang-dono," She discretely reached out and took hold of the tatara's hand, "Even if Conrad-dono was the foulest type of oni you would not fear him so long as you were at my side. Not that he is anything to fear, of course." She flashed James a quick smile before taking another sip from her glass. "Conrad-dono is a man of restraint and rationality, am I right?"

James returned the smile "Of course Saeko-Denka" he then looked up toward the dragon lady "I must apologize for not recognizing who you are. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Executis James Conrad of the Dominion. Who might you be?" He said in a soft calming voice

Calmed down for the moment Na Mi's wings folded back up again. Of course she still didn't trust him, but she loosened up a little. "Greetings. I am sorry for being impolite. My name is Sang Na Mi, rookie diplomat of the Cheonsang Kingdom's delegation. Also... I am quite aware of your country's position on... beings like me and I would apologize for my appearance, if I weren't as fond of it as I am." A little smirk managed to find its way onto her face.

"While my country may not be fond of aliens such as yourself. Those opinions no way reflect my own personal views." He gave a small smile "In fact I think you look rather pleasant especially your wings I'm sure they'd look more beautiful while you're flying." James said as he gave a small wink to her.

A small shudder crawled over her skin making her scales tingle. "My mother always told me: 'Na Mi, never trust anybody from the Dominion, even if they complement your looks.'" She paused for a minute before laughing. "She didn't actually say that, but she might as well have. And yes, I look absolutely stunning while flying, thank you very much."

"I am sure it is quite a sight to behold" Saeko gave Sang's hand a light squeeze before releasing it. "And while I don't necessarily agree that everyone from the Dominion are untrustworthy I do agree that one must wearily watch those who give out compliments based solely on appearance."

James gave a small chuckle "Sadly that's all I have to judge Na Mi by. I've yet to meet with her in person." He then looked down to saeko, "As for you Princess, You also look lovely and have the diplomatic skills to match. As I've heard it after your encounter with the emperor and whatever happened. You still protected Ambassador Woolsey from a would be assassin. That is something I doubt many would do after having a bad encounter as I've heard you had." James smiled before taking a seat near Saeko-Denka.

A look of surprise flickered across Saeko's face before it was hidden behind a mask of neutrality. "Why thank you Conrad-dono" Was all she said before shifting her attention to her glass, taking a long sip of sake.

James Smiled "Of course, I give credit where credit is due." James then looked up to Na Mi "And you my lady I hope to speak with you and your fellow diplomats soon so that credit maybe given to all those who are deserving." James once again looked to Saeko-Denka

Na Mi failtly smiled. "I am sure, Yang-seosaengnim will be... delighted to meet you. He's been looking forward to a challenge and the dealings with Musashi were quite easy." In a quick moment of shock, she flicked her head towards Saeko and bowed her head. "No offence to you, princess. It wasn't meant derogatory. It was more of a compliment."

"None taken." Saeko said. "Naturally those who love the same things get along easily. They make the best friends and allies" She raised her glass in mock salute before taking a long sip. Having drained it of its contents she placed the glass down on the table before her.

"Would you like some more Saeko-Denka?" James asked as he began to reach for the glass.

"Naturally." Na Mi smiled as she raised her glass as well. "So, princess? Has my presence cheered you up sufficiently? It seemed like you were not enjoying yourself with this James here." She threw an evil-ish look at him.

Saeko handed James her glass, he began to walk away to grab another drink then as she regarded Sang with a deep frown. "How can I enjoy myself when apparently I, and I alone, am distraught over my cousin’s fate? Well... besides the Confederate ambassador" She lazily gestured in the general direction that Woolsey, who was apparently quite drunk by this point, could be found. "Ah, but court life must go on." She let out a laugh devoid of mirth.

Sang's wings fold open and droop down towards the ground. "I am so sorry, princess... If she was anything like you, I would have liked her. Alas, I didn't have the chance to meet her, sadly." A little bit hesitant, Na Ni dared to close the distance to Princess Saeko and lay a clawed hand onto her shoulder. "I hope", she whispered, "that your cousin escapes so that, one day, when you're sitting on that throne, you can invite her back home..."

Saeko rested a hand over Sang's as she closed her eyes. "As do I." She whispered in response. "I suspect she would have liked you had you two met." She raised her voice as she said "Perhaps I have had a tad too much to drink." She slowly rose to her feet, only to teeter. At last she found stability as she leaned on Sang for support offering a quiet "My apologies Sang-dono."

As the Princess leaned on her, Na Mi had to laugh a little, but softly. This wasn't the first time for her that someone needed her to lean on, but not this literal. "If you wish, jeoha, I can escort you to your quarters. No need to exort yourself too much.", she offered with a confident, but gentle smile.

As James returned with a glass in each hand he smiled before seeing saeko-denka attempting to stand. "Princess, are you alright? Would you like some help to your room?" He said with a smile before setting down the glasses

"Don't worry, James Conrad-nim, I got her. She will be alright.", Sang exclaimed slightly smirking at the man. James eyes narrowed on the girl but he said nothing waiting for the princess’s response.

Saeko looked at James, then Sang, then back to James before commenting "The scandalous rumors that would be spread were you to be seen taking me to my room would be of epic proportions. I think I'll allow... Sang-dono the honor. I do appreciate the gesture though Conrad-dono." She seemed oblivious to the almost palpable tension between Sang and James.

"I doubt the rumors would spread as much as you think." James said with a smile before turning to Na Mi "Though it seems the princess has given you the honor. Please do take good care of her on the way back. It would be very odd should something happen. Princess perhaps tomorrow we may speak as with yuki-san's unfortunate occurrence plans have changed." James said with a smile. As the two departed.

Na Mi nodded towards James and slowly, under the suspicious eyes of those watching, guided the Princess out of the room and, almost wordlessly helped Princess Saeko to her room. "Have a good rest, jeoha. I will see you soon. And don't forget, Confucius said, 'We should feel sorrow, but not sink under its oppression.'" Sang smiled happily.

Saeko took a few steps into her room before turning back to Sang. She gingerly reached out towards Sang as she asked "Perhaps you could keep me afloat for the night?"

Very surprised and a little overwhelmed Sang'd heart started pounding like mad. "What... what are you suggesting I do?"

"What do you think I'm suggesting?" Saeko said with a raised eyebrow and smile.

"I don't know... tell me what to do..." Na Mi still looked unsure, but she knew, that whatever the princess wanted, it would be okay to do so. "I can grant you company during the night, if you so wish..."

"Come here" She said, her arms poised to embrace Sang if she would take but a few steps towards her. Her smile seemed just a tad wider then it had been moments ago.

Reassured by Saeko's smile, Na Mi moved right into Saeko’s embrace. "Are you sure about this, Princess? Isn't this just the alcohol talking?" She wanted to make sure that everything was in order and what she was about to do was not against the Princess' wishes.

"It is" Saeko said, not specifying which question she was answering as she wrapped her arms around Sang. "Sometimes" She whispered into Sang's ear, "It is better to speak less."



“We appear to be having difficulty establishing a secure comm line with the homeland” The captain of Yuki’s flagship said, having come to visit her in her personal quarters to personally give the report. “It may take a little longer before we will be able to receive anything from Bushu.” He gave Yuki a sad smile.

“Thank you captain.” Yuki returned the smile. “Do you know how much time I have left?”

The captain slowly shook his head. “It’s hard to say. I’ve been doing all I can to buy you as much time as I can… but it’s only a matter of time before the Takao’s captain figures out what’s going on. At best you have a day, maybe two. More likely I can buy you another three hours.” He let out a sigh before commenting “At least the Dominion forces here haven’t let the cat out of the bag. Think they haven’t heard the news?”

Yuki let out her own sigh before saying “They may just be watching to see what happens. In the end it doesn’t matter.”

“Are you sure you don’t wish to flee?” There was a hint of hope in the captain’s voice. That hope was crushed when Yuki’s response was a shake of her head. “It was an honor serving under you.” The captain said as he rendered a salute.

“The honor was mine captain.” Yuki returned the salute. “And thank you for everything. It is because of you that I will get to see the same sky that my ancestors once lived under.” As the captain left Yuki walked to the small holo-room connected to her room.

After recording and sending a message to her faithful retainer Kau Rong, Saeko, and a few choice members of the Imperial court she began recording a message to the First Chancellor of the Confederation. “Sevaren-sama” Yuki began, “I had wished to visit your fair country again once things had settled down, but I’m afraid that such a trip will never occur. I am sure that word of my fall from power has reached you by now. My… demise is now inevitable.” She let out a long sigh, her eyes becoming moist, as she added “Perhaps it was my destiny to find an end such as this. I… would like to think that I sacrificed myself in order to secure peace, but….” She let the thought trail off. “Perhaps I am allowing my own naivety to blind me to the futility of it all. I can sense the mood here…. In this fleet I am currently traveling with. The men and women of this fleet are good people. Loyal people. And I can tell that many of them are loyal to me personally. If I asked them they would defend me with their lives, even if it means fighting against my father. I am their princess after all.” She gave a self-deprecating smile. “If I asked them they would likely follow me back to Musashi and help me take the throne by force of arms. But I will not.” She closed her eyes as she shook her head. “The thought of asking these brave men and women to turn traitor scares me. And even if I succeeded in such an endeavor and took the throne it would mean the end of rule by law in the Empire.”

She smiled again, this one tinged by both amusement and sorrow. “Perhaps that sounds odd to you, hearing that about Musashi. But it is true. Though he might think he wields absolute power my father does not. At least not while the planetary governments are still able to resist him.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “You might think me a coward for not rising up against my father. For just accepting my own demise. Perhaps I am. But I will not tear apart my homeland. No, I will find my end here, under the same sky that my ancestors once looked up at thousands of years ago. I ask that you honor my memory and burn incense for me once I am gone. I will be waiting for you on the other side Sevaren-sama.” She paused before adding with a smile “And please give Woolsey-sama my regards.”



The carrier, battleship, five cruisers, seven destroyers, and four corvettes that made up Yuki’s fleet quickly established a geostationary orbit around Earth. The leading elements of an invasion force was dispatched to the island of Taiwan, which quickly fell to Musashi troops. Musashi aircraft began a mission to establish air superiority throughout the entire East Asia region even as the cruisers and battleship made preparations for limited orbital strikes.

None of this mattered to Yuki. Shortly after sending her recorded messages out she hoped into her personal Toryu fighter and headed down for Earth. It was there that she spent the next hour, disregarding all warnings of possible enemy aircraft or the threat of anti-aircraft fire. In the end none of it mattered anyways. Whether it was from an Earth based anti-aircraft gun or her father’s katana, one way or another Yuki would be gone.

She was flying over the Yellow Sea, enjoying the sight of the beautiful Pacific Ocean, when a message tore her attention away from her surroundings. “Yuki-hime” The familiar voice of her flagship’s captain said, “It would seem that your time is up. Word of your father’s orders has already spread throughout the fleet. A squadron of fighters will be upon you momentarily.”

“Thank you captain” Was all Yuki said before she broke communications contact with the carrier.

Within moments she was being hailed by a nearby squadron of Toryu fighters. “Gale dancer, Gale dancer, this is Dragon flight. You are to immediately change course for high orbit and prepare to return to carrier. Confirm receipt of orders and comply.”

“This is Gale dancer.” Yuki answered. “Negative. I will not return.”

“Gale dancer this is Dragon flight leader, if you do not change course immediately we will open fire. Confirm receipt of orders and comply. Immediately.”

“Gale dancer, negative.” Yuki responded again.

“This is not an idle threat Gale dancer. Change course immediately.” Yuki’s fighter released the tell tail sound of another craft locking onto her. A quick glance down at her computer confirmed that she had four distinct locks on her.

“Gale dancer to Dragon flight leader” Yuki said. “Confirm threat is not idle. I will not comply with your orders.” She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her body was ready to fight or take flight, even if her mind wasn’t.

“Damn it Yuki-hime, don’t make me do this.”

“Sorry Dragon flight” Yuki ground her teeth at the absurdity of it all. Only now that her death was seconds away did she allow herself to feel rage at how unfair the situation was. How dare her father call her a traitor. How dare she be cast aside for following what she felt was the right thing to do. She didn’t want this! She didn’t want to die!

As Dragon flight released missile to down her craft she felt her body move seemingly on its own. She brought her Toryu fighter into a dive as she fired off a set of countermeasures. The countermeasures distracted the missiles long enough for her to dive to relative safety, however Dragon flight remained close on her tail and where now opening up with their particle beam weapons. She brought her fighter out of its dive, juking and jinking to stay alive as she tried to figure out what to do. “Surrender Yuki-hime, it’s not too late.”

Her eyes flew to look at her radar momentarily, noticing a group of six Zero fighters descending from orbit straight towards her. It was odd, given that the fighters of Dragon flight where more than enough to take her out, but then perhaps they were just being cautious. Either way she would at least make them work to take her out. She tipped her fighter’s nose up, allow wind resistance to slow her enough that the other fighters flew past her, she then leveled her fighter out and hit the throttle, putting her on the tail of one of her pursuers. She fired with her particle beam, but missed. And then she was busy dodging as the rest of Dragon flight was on her six again.

She could feel them boxing her in slowly. Within a matter of seconds, she would have nowhere to go. Her life was to be measured in mere moments. She braced herself for the cold embrace of death. But right as she was about to be shot down a miracle happened. The fighters of Dragon flight broke off, frantically dodging as the six Zero’s Yuki had noticed descending from orbit earlier reached the area and began firing their particle beams.

“Yuki-hime” The leader of the Zero’s radioed her, “Please change your heading for a high orbit around Earth. We’ll cover you.”

“What the hell is going on?” Yuki demanded as she raised her fighter’s nose towards the sky.

“It’s complete chaos up there. It’s impossible to tell which ship is trying to follow orders from the homeland and which is trying to protect you. We need to get you out of here now. There’s enough comm traffic flying between our ships that the Dominion navy is going to figure out what’s going on. Things are going to get messy if they decide to intervene. Once you get to orbit we’ll get you out of here. I promise.”

“I… thank you.” Was all Yuki could manage. She would not give up. Not while she still drew breath.

Earth, Aboard the Maledict.

Faust sat comfortably in the bowels of his command ship. Around him was a small army of guards, officers and crewmen. It was a place where he was seemingly untouchable. Below his very feet was a war for the future of mankind. A war that he had long waited for. Now that he was there, it almost unreal. He was finally there but he felt empty, like it was too easy. It was true that the campaign for earth was coming to a close. Over half of this world belonged to the dominion at this point.

"Admiral, I am taking a walk." Faust said.

"Is your seat uncomfortable?" The admiral replied.

"No, I just need a walk. It's been a long day." Faust proclaimed as he rose from the seat.

He was quick to exit the room and proceeded to do a few light stretches before strolling from the bridge. Faust would stop from room to room, examining all of the operations centers, weapon controls, and even the various backup consoles for the other various systems. It was a complex machine built solely for war. Something he was very proud and fond of. But he still felt uneasy, something just felt off.

"Faust." A shadowy voice said.

He placed his hand on a small pistol's grip and spun around but nothing was there. "The hell?" he said to himself. As he turned forward, a figure had appeared and with a motion, Faust's pistol disintegrated.

"You." Faust said with a scowl.

"Faust, I have come to inform you of an event occurring in the Imperium, seemingly coinciding with the failure in Musashi." the shadowy figure announced.

"Yes, I've heard of the 'great' betrayal. And the situation unfolding on the surface with the rightful empress of Musashi." Faust replied.

The figure sharpened his gaze upon Faust, "You must not allow her safety among your people. She must be kept away and sent back to Musashi."

"And why do you care?" he said quickly.

"There are things in motion that cannot be stopped." the figure replied.

A devilish grin drew across the figures lips, "The events to unfold soon requires skill and haste, something of which you are quite capable. You must invade the Imperium before it grows stronger. I have already spoken to Bragga and he has agreed to strike as well."

"You consort with the horde? what happens when we achieve victory? they then turn on me and slaughter trillions?"

The Figure tossed a small holographic emitter to Faust. With little examining he activated it, showing a sphere with two long spindles at each end. "What is this?"

"An insurance policy. This weapon can distort reality at any location you provide. Creating a singularity at any victim of your choosing." the figure said, still grinning.

"This..." Faust replied as he deactivated the emitter and placed it in a pocket. "What exactly do you gain from this?"

"Do not concern yourself with my affairs, Faust. You merely need to accept the tools I have given you. Have the items provided in the past not helped you achieve your goals?" The figure said.

Faust gave a slight nod, "You are right."

"Indeed I am. Have faith in what I do for you, Faust."

The figure turned and slowly moved through the hallway, and from beyond Faust's ears, "Some are so easy to control." he whispered before vanishing in a black cloud.

Faust pulled the emitter from his pocket and activated it once more. As Faust stared at the image, he activated the comms to the bridge, "Admiral, I want the Princess secured and James Conrad recalled immediately. Also, Send word to Morinth. Operation Trinity begins."





On a strange uncharted world untainted by the monster that is industry, played host to a small flickering fire. Surrounded by six creatures that were silent. This silence was broken as a large Sankar strode from a nearby wooden hut. Its heavy scales were ornate with tattoos. Its heavy steps placed large prints in the grass and mud before sitting gracefully among the six.

"Welcome to you, Bragga." A tisk tisky said.

"I dreamt of the shadowed man." Bragga said grimly.

"He say the words once more?" The Tisk said.

"Yes. He says the humans will make war upon us once more."

"Then we fight and kill them first." was the words of an Archan.

Bragga shifted in place before leaning towards the fire. "They will all die."

The group nodded in agreement as Bragga spoke once more. "There is no honor in what they do. making their will ours." He said, grasping a long metal spear. It's ornate handle was capped with a long golden blade. "I will cut their hearts out. Make them see it beat before they die."

As they sat around the fire, the nights sky was not lit by stars, but by the lights of a thousand ships.

-

Far from the peaceful worlds in the core of horde space, the border facilities of the Imperium sat vigilant. Their guns forever trained on the void that housed a trillion warriors, drooling and hissing for their next meal, the realm of mankind. It was true that the horde had been actively engaging the Imperials for centuries now, raiding border worlds before either fleeing or being destroyed from the mighty remnant fleets. The centuries of raids had given the horde a reputation for being a force unable to stand up to humanity, or any nation for that matter. A sort of militia against the standing armies.

How untrue this was, ships bigger than the biggest dreadnoughts drifted quietly, housing legions of bloodthirsty troops. Other ships, built solely for the destruction of fleets escorted them. Contrary to popular belief, the horde did possess advanced technologies stolen from other races in the past. And with these technologies did they stay relevant and feared. This powerful force would be put to the test in the coming storm.. one that a shadowed figure lorded over with devious intent.

-

On the borders of the other nations, Horde ships could be seen quickly running scans of border patrols before fading back into the clouds of dust and sheer darkness of what is known as barbarian space. Nothing of this magnitude has been seen, where a military power that dwarfed all others combined through sheer numbers was prepared to unleash a flood of death and destruction on the free peoples of the galaxy.








It was absolute chaos, many were reporting on the situation that would forever shape the future,

"It has been confirmed, the event will be taking place tomorrow at Hanhe' palace."

"No one can give specifics as authorities are refusing to comment."

"How has it come to this?"

"Many suspicions have been placed among different groups, including nations."

"The riots in the streets are growing, as is active supporters."

"Military blockades have been placed among the Musashi border, finally halting the refugee routes."

A woman in heels, carrying an umbrella in one hand and a mic in the other slowly spoke in a sad tone.

"It is confirmed, we must reluctantly report.. Generalissimo and Regent, Lawrence Tos Aktsar-Remavir, has passed away early this morning."

-

Uther's eyes were wide with anticipation, his long time friend Lawrence was dead and he stood before an amassing crowd. Most were cheering for him but towards the back, the protesters of this revelation were tearing at the gates, only paused by obvious gunpoint of Imperial soldiers. He had looked over the pact that he was forced to see through, that should either party pass, by any means.. The other shall assume control of both nations, until a proper heir was announced. The two men had long believed that it would take the death of one to unite the once glorious nation. It was close to that by now anyway with various corporations and even shared military assets.

At the Second Imperium's Capitol, A podium was the only thing between him and the crowd, a massive gathering in the face of their government building's courtyard. Only by rolling an ancient copper coin on his knuckles, did calm his nerves. With a deep breath he lowered his head and gently motioned for people to sit. As the crowed obeyed, even including the protesters, he cleared his throat and took one last sip from a small water cup.

"I am here to publicly announce that my close friend, Lawrence Tos Aktsar-Remavir, is in fact not among us any more. His memory is that of adversity and triumph. Many had thought him a conqueror which his military distinction proves, however his biggest act of war was the conquering of fear itself. Before he was appointed by popular vote, the second Imperium was in shambles. Fear ran amok in the shadow of the Horde and the other powers that gazed hungrily upon them. People ran in fear at the very mention of barbarian movement.

Then Lawrence had arrived to quell those fears and with a swift and decisive hand, gathered the meager forces he had and crushed the hordes that were pillaging the lands. After doing so, he did his best to sway other nations, including my own into his growing web of alliances. I long admired him for his ability to bring resolve to any situation presented. His faith in the cause of a new, tolerant Imperium should be evident has he himself was not of man kind. Did it matter though? No, It did not. There was never a moment in my mind that he was not fit for that position and it is with great respect for your people that you agreed.

But these trying times forced us all into pacts and parlays. And I reluctantly must announce the pact that he and I made long ago. One that is designed solely to protect the people of this new dawn. I am to assume the control of both nations until a new heir is appointed."

A massive gasp roared across the crowd, with some shouting words of heresy and lies. He motioned for them to silence once more.

"I know it is a lot to take in and this physical document will be made public, for all to see. But to the matter at hand. We must remain strong and not let this seemingly outlandish announcement shatter our resolve. Will you be seen as cowards and deserters of your nations true identity? But what is your identity? Lawrence believed in a unified Imperium, one he had spoke of many times publicly."

At this point, crowds were starting to become swayed by Uther's words, remembering the many times he had spoke of joining with the Core Imperium for all reasons, but mainly survival.

"To continue our independence in these trying times... We are faced with threats from all sides, be it horde invaders and extremists who would do everything in their power to see us destroyed, or the powers that attempt to shift their culture and beliefs onto our people, subverting their freedom to a sick and twisted religion. These times call for friendship and mutual respect, these times call for a unity not seen since the Imperium centuries ago but unlike them we will not build our empire on fear but with boundless devotion to our common cause."

A deep breath and resolve threw Uther into a thunderous tone and it flowed from him, captivating the masses before him. Many had stood up and were now letting our cheers at the ideals Uther had spoke of.

"This bright new future is only attained by the efforts of each individual. Only by submitting to the belief of a solidified and powerful force that can defend the rights of every man woman and child, can we thrive in safety and security."

So I say this, Let no man conspire against another, let no man fail to protect his neighbor, have faith in the forces that we have entrusted our lives with. Believe in yourself, Believe in us."

"For we shall prevail."

An Unnamed system in Commonwealth Territory, Onboard the starship "Twitching Finger"



After a few hours of Low alert status the Constructor ship and its escorts, including the Research ship Twitching Finger orbited one of the gas giants in close formation, each ship a mere 150,000 Kilometers away from eachother, The Crew of the ships intermingled in virtual reality, Wormhole Communication was fairly expensive and was not used often for casual conversation so they flew in this close formation to minimize communication lag. One of the crewmembers of the Katticara was hosting a movie night "Implausible Feats: Children Of Fate" an ancient Pre-Technocracy era animated series, Larger than life heroes Conflicting with eachother over how power is to be used. Children of Fate was generally considered on ancient Iskata to be one of the 'deepest' of the "Implausible Feats" storylines questioning ethical theories and providing a metaphysical explanation of the strange supernatural occurances in the "Implausible Feats Series"

In the middle of the broadcast the virtual world was filled with bright light and sounds "ATTENTION! UNIDENTIFIED VESSEL DETECTED" The Crew of the Twitching Finger quickly plugged into their consoles, The sensor officer started uploading the information to the rest of the fleet "Unidentified FTL signature detected, Does not conform to Kia or Enemy technology, Anomalously low energy from warp exit"

One of the ships engineers scanned through the data "More efficiency perhaps? Ship design is nothing like the Enemies, Will have to get in a little closer to gather more information. If this species is more advanced than we are it is likely they have already detected our operations in this system."

The mission director relayed a message to the Drunken Scuffle "Mission Director Kalipot here, Unidentified vessel in system, Unknown species, No indication its the enemy Follow First contact protocol 48-B"

The Drunken Scuffle, as the protocol suggested, aimed all of its weapons at the unidentified starship while launching a barrage of missiles, the missiles did not head towards the alien starship but instead flew in chaotic formations around the frigate prepared to launch towards the enemy ship at a moments notice.

Palatine
High Orbit
Before making their planetfall towards palatine, a small orb shaped device, an observer satellite was silently watching the new arrivals, scanning the ship for threat potential and life signs, two of which had been detected aboard the small alien vessel. Normally, this wouldn't register a blip on the radar, however, due to the recent...defeats by the Totalist State, the possibility of this vessel being of their origin is too much of a great risk to dismiss in the vast algorithm, and as dictated by said algorithm, the local garrison has been alerted of the intruding vessel's presence, and to make sure these visitors do not return home.

Palatine, Waltonberg, a few hours after the skirmish
David and his crew did not reach too far after their encounter with the collective troops, maybe passing a block or two before the weariness was finally setting in. The David had then decided to bunk in an old abandoned toy store for the mean time, to get their rest and energy before returning to camp.

And there they were, all fast asleep after a hard day's work, all for except David, standing in watch for any enemy movement along the streets, watching out from the wide hole in the left side of the store's main entrance. The sun close to setting, he stood there in silence before a voice called out to him. "David?" A familiar feminine voice spoke. He turned to face the woman. "Feeling better Jess?"

"More or less" she replied. "But..what about you? You've been kinda quiet since the fight."

"Ah, it's nothing...just thinking."

"About what?" jess asked.

"About all this." he replied. "What are we even fighting for anymore?"

"We're fighting to be flesh and blood, to be free." she replied.

"But that's just it, we bleed and die...and for what? Those goddamn machines get stronger by the day...and we lose more people by the day.."

Jessica's facial expression has a scene of concerning and sadness, drawing closer to David, placing her hand over his left cheek. "Don't blame yourself for buck. It was unavoidable."

"I know..I just can't help but feel responsible." all was quiet for a moment as the two drew closer, embracing one another for a brief moment, ending with with a kiss before separating. "Thanks darling." he said to her.

"No problem hotshot." she said with a smile. "...Mind If I watch with you?"

"Be my gu-" David was interrupted by a sudden loud booming noise coming from above, taking notice of a ship landing near by. "Shit!" he cursed as he ran to the others. "Everyone get up and get your weapons!!" he cried out frantically. "We got Muncs coming in!"

The Vessel slowed rapidly and flared its nose upward as it closed with the ground, engines whining against the strain of gravity. The whining slowly subsided as the craft eased its way onto the ground, kicking up dust and rubble before finally shutting down. It would be eerily silent for what must of felt like an eternity before the long hiss of a hatch opening could be heard.
Chev quickly stuck his head out of the ship, looking around a bit before gingerly taking the steps down. He stopped at the bottom and looked around again, before nervously stepping out onto the ruined street. “ Yep, 70 percent nitrogen and 20 percent oxygen…. its breathable” Kiyvch said though his breathing mask as he calmly walked down the stairs. “ Good” Chev said before ripping off the mask and goggle assembly, “ I always hated these things” he finished. Chev smacked his lips together like he was tasting the air, before grimacing slightly “ Tastes metallic..” he quipped still grimacing. “ Really? Kiyvch answered before taking his own mask off and nodding in approval.
Kiyvch ran a hand over his closely cropped hair, surveying the square before them. It looked like there was a battle here and recently, bodies laid about and craters still smoldered from the event. " Shit..." Chev said in a somber voice, " This must be what Bactria looked like during the war..." he said with a slight chuckle. Kiyvch nodded and looked up towards the skyline, looking into the many empty windows that eyed them. " Nervous?" Chev quipped with another chuckle, walking farther away from the ship. " I feel like we are being watched..." Kiyvch said bluntly, " Don't stray too far from the ship Faustus" he nearly barked before hurrying back into the ship.
Chev shook his head as he slowly turned around and made his way back to the ship, he didn't want to worry his friend too much. The sound of a crank caught his attention as he walked back to the ship, his gaze snapping to the antenna rising on the top of the ship. Chev chuckled again and walked up to the ships steps, turning around the sit on the second to last step.
"Alright, I logged this and sent our entire log back home. I say we leave this place and go explore that nice grassland planet a few million miles back". Chev shook his head and looked up at the sky " I think there is something worth finding here, I think we should find out what this is.."

Not too far, a pair of Drone Combat Dropships speed towards the landing site of the alien craft, no doubt their rather loud approach has been noticed, nonetheless, they pressed on, preparing to either apprehend or most likely, kill these visitors.

Meanwhile, David and his now alert group make a controlled dash across the blocks they've previously passed, slowly reaching their destination of the supposed Collective starship, as they moved, Cole had heard another said quickly approaching from behind. "We got more Muncs! duck!" immediately everyone paused and fell on their front sides, avoiding the gaze of the droships. "What the hell's going on?" David said as they proceeded to move onward.

Rage flashed across Kiyvch's face " We have no business here! I have no intentions of dying on some......." he yelled before abruptly stopping and looking up. " The fuck...." Chev said as he looked up hearing faint droning of the Munc dropships quickly growing increasingly louder. " I think we are going to find out whats going on here" Kiyvch said, sounding absolutely terrified.
" Go! warm the engines" Chev shouted " Ill go.....do something to buy us time". Without another thought Kiyvch ducked in side and Chev sprang from the steps, running towards the nearest dead body. Half sliding to a stop, Chev shakily picked up a munc rifle and sprinted back towards the ship. The sound of the engines warming up could barely be heard over the now almost deafening sound of the dropships as they passed over the buildings.

The dropships loomed over the ship, encircling it around, their nose-tipped guns targeting the ship, all the while, the sidedoors slide open as Varusch soldiers jumped from out the ship to the ground, followed by their Agaathi Commander, soon the Hol Ship was surrounded by a dozen homunculi, of which consisted of nine varusch soldiers, two of their larger brute cousins, and a lone Agaathi Officer. The Agaathi stepped forward, towards the frightened alien. "By Order of the Seven, this ship and your crew are now property of the Agonis Collective and are to be properly processed there after, surrender now or die."

Chev watched the dropships pass over them and surround the ship, dropping the rifle down to his waist before dropping it at the foot of the steps. The cannon coming off the nose of the dropship were bigger then their engines, easily enough to destroy the MX-20 in one shot. Chev sat there dumbfounded as he was surrounded, before his gaze snapped to the humanoid figure approaching him. With a blank stare, he listened to the creature speak before slowly shaking his head
" What?" he said, just starting to pay attention to what what happening around him. He slowly tilted his head to the side and peered around the Agaathi, looking at the varusch and their brutes with a horrified expression

The rebels now return to the site of their last battle, hiding behind behind assorted rubble, observing the situation at hand, David peeked out ever so slowly. He noticed the new arrivals and their ship, it looked nothing like your typical Collective warship, and the two aliens looked nothing like the Muncs. "A new breed? Don't look much." he whispered.

"What's going on?" Jess whispered to him.

"Muncs holding some people at gun point." David replied. "They're not ours though...they're skin is..different."

"Outsiders maybe?"

"Maybe, lets hang back for a while, see how this goes."

Kiyvch knew something was going on at this point and eased his way towards the port windows. Barely raising his head above the window threshold, he could make out the Munc foot soldiers and brutes. Observing for only a second, Kiyvch dropped down to the floor and moved to the other side of the window, barely peaking his head over to observe the Agaathi.

" What the fuck..." he mouthed as he dropped back down to the floor, " What have we done this time". Kiyvch frantically looked around the interior of the ship for anything to defend himself with, regretting the fact that he brought no weapons. He crawled his way to the back of the ship and quietly opened a footlocker in the crew quarters. The edge of a scabbard was sticking out from under a thing layer of clothes. Without a second thought Kiyvch hastily pulled the sheathed blade from the foot locker and forcefully removed the blade from the sheath.

The sword hummed quietly as the edge of the blade quickly turned a sinister red. Swords still held a important place in the Hol military. Used mostly as a tool, the military gladius saw action up until the end of the Three Centuries War. The blade's edge was lined with tiny micro-teeth that moved in a sawing motion when pulled from the sheath. As a result of the teeth's movement, the edge of the blade glowed red hot.

Slowly making his way back to the ships hatch, Kiyvch pressed himself against the edge of the bulkhead and waited for a time to strike.

The moment of silence was irritating the Agaathi Captain, waving his hand to one the varusch, the creature stepping forward to Chev as it slammed the butt of its rifle against him, chev falling to the ground, the Agaathi kneeling down to face him. "I won't ask again. Surrender. Now."

From their hiding spot, David and his group watched, that little stunt by the muncs confirmation that these people are in danger. "...Get ready to fight."

Without much reply, the rest of the squad pulled out their weapons, ready to ambush the collective soldiers. David had his sniper ready, taking aim of the captain, not too concerned about his comprised position. Without saying a word, he pulled the trigger, the Agaathi Captain falling to the right on the ground in a pool of blood and brain matter.

In a misguided attempt to save his friend Kyivch lept from the ship, jumping the short flight of steps. The sniper's bullet got their first however, showering Kiyvch with blood and brain matter as he landed on the falling body of the Agaathi.

" Shit..." he said quite loudly as he realized that he was now quite exposed and obviously hostile. Time seemed to slowly tick by as he observed his situation, his head slowly traversing towards towards the nearest varusch. The two seemed to stare at each other for a moment in surprise before either training or protocol kicked in, as the varusch slowly began to level its rifle.

With another crack of a rifle, time suddenly returned to normal as Kiyvch lept forward, taking two long stride before driving the blade into the trooper's sternum. The sword hissed as the red hot blade made contact with liquid, half cauterizing the wound before he retracted it, spraying the off color liquid all over the place.

In that instant, the other rebels charged out, discharging their assault rifles and pistols at the other varsuch soldiers in the surprise attack. One of the brutes, shrugging off the bullets, turned towards the new attackers, unleashing a hail of laser bolts from its heavy ripper gun. Cole had taking a hit near his ribs, falling to the ground in pain. David quickly fired another shot at the brute, taking it down for good. "Get over here!" he shouted towards the two aliens, motioning his hand for them to run over to his location. Cila ran over to Cole, shouldering him as they fled back into cover. Jess following behind. Meanwhile above, the two dropships were charging up their nose-tipped guns.

Chev recovered from the blow just as Kiyvch skewered the trooper, slowly picking himself up on his hands and knees. Even through all the gunfire, Chev could hear David's voice booming over the sound of combat. The pair immediately looked towards the group of rebels with fear and relief as they watched them battle the aliens.

" They want us to go to them" Kiyvch yelled, nodding his head towards the group.

" Lets..." Chev got out before another whining sound caught his attention. The sound of weapons charging is relatively universal and he knew what is was the second he heard it. " The ship..." Chev said as they both looked back towards their masterpiece.

" Go! to them!" Kiyvch yelled as he sprinted back towards the ship, nearly jumping up the steps. Chev didn't argue, he quickly got to his feet and began sprinting towards the rebels.

Kiyvch knew what he wanted to do, quickly removing the safety from the twin 88mm cannon that sat on top of the MX-20. A whirring sound could be heard as the cannon reacted to the control input traversing up towards the first dropship before it fired. The report from the cannon in atmosphere shook the rubble on the street made an large shockwave in the air. Before the shell from the last shot hit the ground the second cannon fired, matching the report of the first as the second shell rocketed towards the dropship.

The first dropship was losing its altitude, one of its jets damaged beyond repair from the attack, spiraling downward towards the ruins, now a smoking and flaming wreckage. The Second Dropship had its main gun primed for engagement, and fired an overcharged laser shot toward the Hol starship, destroying it in that one shot, once it had loss track of the rebels and Hol, the dropship flew off elsewhere.

The laser ripped though the aft of the ship, melting the barrels of the cannon and most of the reactor cooling infrastructure. Leaving a smoldering hole straight though the top and bottom of the ship. It didn't take long for the master alarm to start going off as the reactor quickly began to malfunction. With another curse, Kiyvch lept from his control panel and looked around the ship for a moment. 'What was I forgetting? was there anything I needed'? He thought before ripping the hard drive out of the main computer and picking up the lone sheath on the ground before leaping from the ship. He could almost hear the master alarm get louder as he ran from the vessel, counting down the time before the reactor melted down.

" Take cover! Get Down"! he yelled as he ran for the group, swiping his hand outward in a shooing motion before reaching the rest of the group. Vaulting the rubble, Kiyvch landed amongst the rebels before the core of his ship exploded.

Once the ship exploded, the rest of the group ducked in cover as shrapnel from the ship scattered through all corners of the area, after a few moments pass, David peeked out, seeing no enemy in sight. "I think we're in the clear." he said as he stood up, mounting his rifle atop his back and turned to the two strangers. "We better get out soon, more will be coming." With that, David and his squad walked away from the skirmish site, making the journey home.

Its not like they had a choice, did they know the rebels? No, but they couldn't stay where they were. They had nowhere to go, stranded in the middle of some alien warzone. Kiyvch wachted as one of the humanoids said something in their direction before getting up and walking away. The pair didn't have to ask, they knew to either follow the rebels and live or die in some foreign square to an enemy no one knew they had.

" We are probably going to give our dispatch a heart attack" Chev said, groaning to get up as the pain in his ribs grew " It will take an hour for notice of our destruction to reach Itil. They will have to send someone" he finished with a half chuckle

Kiyvch shook his head and walked after the rebels, unable to really think of anything to say " Yea..." he quipped as he looked at the dried blood on his hands...." Yea"

Somewhere Between Palatine and Iitl
Task Force 1
A few hours after the skirmish

" Sir"?! a crewman said as he quickly rushed a piece of paper over to the captain " Update from HQ, its barely 30 minutes old"

' MX-20 reported destroyed..............Weapons discharge detected before destruction' he thought silent as he read

' Conduct BDA and either confirm the deaths of Faustus Borov and Kiyvch Haldane or rendezvous with the pair and investigate the nature of their circumstances'

With a thoughtful hum the captain turned to page where only one sentence dominated the page

' The probability of hostile parties on the planet are high, you have received full authorization for military action' the captain read with a sigh before placing the paper down on his lap.

Running a hand through his thinning black hair, the captain sighed again " Helmsman, increase to flank speed. Push the reactor to 110% and make haste towards our destination, would you kindly". A crisp " Aye Sir" was the response before the vessel physically shuddered a bit

" Oh....and beat to quarters" he finished rather flatly, like this was just another day at work.

As James search around the palace looking for Saeko his heart felt saddened. As he was unsure of how the future looked. Would the Dominion go to war or is he just being recalled to claim earth with faust. As unlikely as it was James had to think positive he had done so much in two centuries yet all could crumble so soon and he'd be left with nothing. Just before he gave up hope however he saw Saeko in the hallway "Princess" he called out to her if it wasn't for his he would have be frightened but he must stay strong as he walked towards the princess.


"Ah Conrad-dono" Saeko said as she turned towards James. She slowly walked towards him, gesturing for her bodyguards to take up position further up and down the hall. She had a tired look about her, but it was not the weary type of tired. It was the type one suffered after staying up till two a.m. to watch TV. "What brings you to the Imperial palace today?" She asked.

"Well Princess I wanted to tell you personally that I've been recalled by Faust. Is there somewhere we could speak quietly?" James asked some what tired from looking for her.

"Hmmm.... Well follow me" Saeko began to lead the way. "You said you were being recalled. What for? Is there something afoot in the Dominion?"


"I can only guess but that is why I'd prefer to speak to you alone behind closed doors." James said he followed her.


"I see. Very well then. Nice weather we've been having" Saeko commented as she led James through the halls of the Imperial palace. "It will only be a matter of time before the skies here are overcast and storms a daily occurance. Ah! Here we are." One of her guards was holding a side door open for them. She led the way into the small room. "Now then, what was it you wanted to talk about?" She asked as the guard closed the door, sealing the two of them in alone.


"If I'm being recalled then that means plans are in motion and war will soon begin especially with Uther's increase in territory. I want to make sure you're going to be safe and Musashi is prepared." He said as he began to take off his mask as they were alone.


Saeko slowly removed her own mask as she asked "Will the Dominion be fighting Uther's Remnants?" Her expression was one of worry and anxiety. Despite this one could clearly see that the gears of her mind were moving as she mulled over the situation and its possible consequences. "Yes. Yes I will be safe here and Musashi has been prepared to fight a war for some time now. I am grateful for your warning Conrad-dono."

"I can only guess. I assume at the very least we'll be fighting Uther I'm sure others will join." James then began to slow down and look at her "Why would I be worried about the future empress of Musashi. Besides we are nearly the same. Both in our pssonic connection but more I can feel it." James said with a smile as he looked into her eyes.

"Naturally. We are both servants of the gods afterall." Saeko said, her mouth forming into a smile. "I am sure they shall grant you success in whatever endevour you undertake back in the Dominion. I shall be praying for your success."

James slowly nodded "Indeed we're both servants of the gods." James then took a moment clearly nervous of what he was about to say "Seako-Denka," James looked away clearly to shy to say.

"What is it Conrad-dono? Ah, do you wish to converse with the gods?"

James raised eyebrow curiously "What do you mean converse with the gods?"

"I mean exactly what I say" Saeko answered. "They speak to and through me. Perhaps they will be willing to speak to you."

"What do the gods say to you princess? Do they give you fortune or merely advise you?" He asked misunderstanding what she meant.

She laughed before answering "Fortunes? Don't be silly. Advise, orders, prophecies. There is so much they can tell, if you but open up your mind." She held a hand out to him. "I will act as a medium for you, if you wish to hear them."

James shook his head "I don't think that'd be a wise decision. We're both strong beings if we were to do something like that I'm afraird of what could happen. Perhaps you could tell me what they think of me?" He asked in a calm manner.

Her hand fell to her side as she closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly upwards. For a minute she simply stood there, but then she opened her mouth. "You... are destinied to be remembered for all time. You shall be the catalyst that brings great change to the galaxy. They..." She suddenly seemed strained, "will not tell me what this change will be, only that its effects will be felt for generations." Sweat was forming on her forehead as her breathing became labored. "I see... I see...."

James eyes widened perhaps she could speak to something greater or perhaps something was playing tricks on her. Yet James wanted to know more and so he pushed "What is it that you see Princess?" James asked

"I see... Who is that. There is someone with..." She gasped for breath. "Emperor. Is that a man or a woman?" Her expression became pained. "I... What is this?"

James began to wonder perhaps this wasn't the future she saw perhaps it was the past that day 200 and some year ago when he ended the Imperium and brought about this "What's going on Princess what do you see. Do you need help?" He said louder waiting for confirmation.

"I don't understand... Why?" She shifted her head, eyes still closed, towards a far portion of the room. "Is this inevitable? Is... this...."

James turned his head to the part of the room Saeko looked at slowly backing up next to Saeko. "What is inevitable?" James said as he looked back at her

For a moment Saeko didn't reply, simply standing there. Suddenly she repulsed, as if struck by some great force, just barely remaining standing. She slowly turned towards James as she opened her eyes, a wide smile spreading across her face. "That..." She said, "is for us to know and you to find out." If a person's eyes were a window to one's soul, then Saeko's eyes were a window to something that didn't belong there. "You had best hurry James Conrad."

James looked to Saeko in the eyes. He then grabbed her shoulders "What's going on? Tell me." he said angrily.

As he touched Saeko a thousand distinct voices could be heard, each one seeming to say something, although it was impossible to make out what was actually being said. Saeko looked at where James touched her and shook her head. "We are not obligated to answer that." The smile on Saeko's face widened further. "You are wondering what we are exactly." She laughed. "Perhaps you shall find out one day. Now if you will take your leave Saeko-chan has found this whole conversation to be overly taxing."

James let go and backed away confused unsure of what to do. "Why fight we could work together if you're as powerful as you say."

Saeko laughed. "Who said anything about power?" It almost sounded like their were other voices whispering in the room now. "We have no need for your arbitrary rankings." Saeko laughed again, ending the laugh in a fit of coughs. "We shall do as is necessary. Nothing more nothing less. You are free to do as you please," Saeko looked at James, "so long as it does not interfere with us."

James smiled "If you truely believe me to be of little use of powerful then you all are mistaken and not what you claim to be. I suggest you leave the Princess alone." James eyes narrowed as he looked at her.

Saeko responded with a laugh lacking mirth. "In all times and places are there those who believe that all revolves around them. We assure you it does not. Your destiny lies not here. It never has nor will it ever. And before you dared to tell us to leave her alone perhaps you should not have pushed dear Saeko-chan so far. It was your thirst for knowledge that let us in afterall. Ah... but we have truly pushed her too far. It would be unfortunate for her to suffer from any... lasting side effects. We will not be speaking again James Conrad."

Saeko closed her eyes, her body convulsing as the whispers of those not present ceased one by one. When the last one had been silenced Saeko's legs gave out from under her and she collapsed to the floor gasping for breath.

James knelt down next to her and held her "Princess are you alright? It seems as though something terrible happened do you remember anything?" He asked truely worrisome.

"I... am fine" Saeko's sweat drenched face possessed a euphoric expression. "But you... need to hurry. Now." She took a deep breath before saying "I don't understand what, but something is being set into motion."

James nodded slowly "Very well then Princess, I will go. But I hope to see you soon in the future." James then stood up and headed off.

The Abrik Talot Space Station, Ⱥthistan ℱederation

The elevator came to a stop at the top level of the station, home to the headquarters of the Federation's military. It was the command center of the Federation to control the armies, navies, and air forces of every country in the world. It also served as the president's control center, where they are kept informed about current situations in the world. The command center didn't expect for some sort of alien vessel to head straight for their homeworld. It was time to prove that the command center was useful.

“What's the situation with the vessel?” the man asked one of the guys on the computers.

“We still don't know.” the guy answered as he was still looking at the computer. Roshawna tried to look like he wasn't scared about the possibility of war with unknown forces. He kept a straight face on as he saw the man starting to walk away. It was until the guy stopped them from leaving.

“Wait. We have footage coming in for the Priucan navy that was on patrol near the city of Cleim.” the guy said as he went straight to the footage. Everyone circled the screen as the footage began. It showed the ship as a loud booming sound was heard. Then, the ships started to fire at the vessel and nothing happened as the ship kept going towards the city. The navy tired to move out of the way, but they were too slow as some of the ships were destroyed as soon as the crashed into the body of water.

The last seconds of the footage saw the ship dragging into the city before the footage was ruined by the body of water heading towards the ship. The people in the command center couldn't believe it themselves. Roshawna asked the guy, “Have we heard anything about the news outlet?” The guy realized that they could be filming the crash site and started to look for news outlets in Cleim.

He found several of them had just arrived at the crash site and clicked on one of them and everyone started to watch.

Cleim, Priuca, Ⱥthistan ℱederation

“Are we on the air?” the reporter questioned the camera operator as she was checking herself out. They were in their news van as they were driving towards the crash site while the sounds of sirens could be heard around the city. “Yes.” the operator said as he pointed the camera at her as he put down the mirror and grabbed the microphone next to her.

“Hello and welcome to the news. We are bringing you, the viewers, footage of the crash site for the first time. It's possible that the unknown vessel could belong to an alien race that has advanced technology. We haven't heard anything from the chief of police, the mayor, and the government of Priuca about the situation. They could be watching at this moment-.”

“We are here!” the driver shouted as he stopped the van and looked around the area.

“Alright, we have just arrived at the site. I will get the door open and we'll get to the site on foot.” she proclaimed as she got one hand on the microphone and another on the handle. She pressed the handle and pushed the door opened. They were shocked by the impact as they got out of the van. The driver stayed near the van as he saw people going to the site as well.

She looked around before facing the camera and saying to the viewers, “This is terrifying. We are hearing crying and screaming along with sirens for the emergency response teams to help the wounded.”

They kept walking forward as they saw more and more people heading for the site as well. She kept speaking as she tried to walk backwards to keep an eye on the camera. “People are coming to take pictures of this historic moment. We are trying to set up nearby the crash site, but there are so many people here.”

She kept walking until she couldn't get ahead anymore and decided to stay here. The camera operator set up to view both the reporter and the people behind her. The smoke started to clear up as they got a better view of the crashed vessel and he couldn't believe the size of it. She turned around the saw the large ship as she almost dropped her microphone out of shock. She gasped in shock and horror of seeing the ship for the first time. People were also shocked by the ship. Then, it started to move since it crashed. The camera operator started to film the ship as a piece of the alien vessel begun to move, it seemed to be a large door was opening.

Everyone was dead silent as the boarding ramp followed behind the door and crashed down to the ground. Then, a small creature exited out of the ship. It was scared and confused by the large crowd.

“Holy shit.” the woman said silently as she saw the creature for the first time.

Everyone couldn't believe that they are seeing an alien for the first time in their lifetime. This encounter will be forever historic to billions of people in this world. Then, a child with his father approached the creature. The father held out his hand towards the creature in hopes of achieving peace for his nation. The creature grabbed his hand in sign of friendship, but it had something else in mind as it growled and made a wide grin. Then, the creature attacked the father.

People were horrified by the sudden attack on the father as the child scared in horror. They began to run as more of them came out of the vessel and started to attack everyone. The woman looked at the camera operator in horror and shouted to him, “Run!”

They started to run away from the creatures as people were screaming in horror or pain. So many people were in the impact zone that it was impossible to not bump into someone. The camera operator still held on tight to his camera as it was still on, meaning that people around the world saw the attack. Gunshots could be heard as an officer tried to fire at them with his gun, but he would realize that it was a big mistake. The creatures mauled the officer after killing one of their own.

The news crew was near their van as the creatures were getting closer. The driver opened the door and yelled, “Get in!”

The woman ran towards the van, hoping that she could reach it. The camera operator was the first one to reach to the van as he got inside and placed down the camera. The driver raced towards the driver seat to leave as soon as the woman got inside. The operator saw the woman as she came closer to the van, but the creatures were heading towards them as well. However, he couldn't leave her behind to get killed. So, he reached out to her with his hand as she was near him.

The driver started to leave as things were getting too hot for him to handle. She saw his hand and grabbed it as the van as leaving the zone. With all of his strength, he managed to pull her into the van. The driver managed to leave the area by running over one of the creatures. They left at a perfect time as larger creatures with weapons started to exit out of the ship. The news crew was breathing heavily after running away from them.

She hugged and thanked the operator for saving her life. He smiled and hugged back as he was about to cry with tears of joy. The woman pointed to the camera and asked, “Is this thing still on?”

The man nodded as he grabbed it and looked at the camera before turning it off.

The Abrik Talot Space Station, Ⱥthistan ℱederation

“Wow.” the guy said in shock of the whole situation. He checked other news channels, but most of the news crews at the zone were killed in the matter of seconds as footage of their murders were watched by billions of people. Roshawna watched the whole thing played out as he walked towards him and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you. Without your help, we won't know what's going on.” he maintained a positive outlook to the horrible situation.

The guy nodded and said to him, “Your welcome, sir. My name is Dejen Iyasu.” He was selected to help out the Federation with this station. And he was a hacker for the Echua military, meaning that he was an excellent hacker. Since Echuna funded on cyberwarfare more than any other, he got training from the best of the best. He managed to hack into news stations and private channels without setting off any alarms. That's why the Federation always looked for the best.

“Keep up the hard work, Dejen.” Roshawna ensured Dejen before walking to the hologramed map of Cleim. This war against unknown forces began with the invasion of Cleim and it'll end at Cleim.

Cleim, Priuca, Ⱥthistan ℱederation

Captain Rasjog Phulsawal looked in horror as the ship was still in one piece despite the sudden crash landing. She had ordered the fleet to move away from the ship's impact zone; but, it was too late. Five ships were lost in the matter of seconds and two more were sunk by the waves. The remaining fleet didn't know what to do next. The captain went back outside to where Private Varinder Ganwan was at.

He was looking at the ship as the smoke cleared up. The captain walked to the private and asked him, “Are you alright?”

The private turned towards the captain and said, “Besides being scared to death, I am alright.”

He sighed as he still was looking at the massive ship and the collapsed skyscrapers. Thousands were dead as the ship dragged across the city. Even if people tried to run away, they were crushed by the ship. Sirens could be heard all over the city as everyone was trying to respond to the situation. Then, they heard something much worse. Screaming. The captain, with her earpiece on, called the commander. “What the hell is going on?” she demanded the answers as gunshots could be heard. “Holy shit.” the private said as he realized what was going on. He stepped back for the guardrail and turned to the captain as she waited for answers.

“There are still aliens aboard the ship.” he answered her question. She didn't want to believe it. The crash must of killed all of the crew members. There was no way that they could survive a crash like that. If they could survive this crash, then they are unstoppable.

“That's impossible. The crash would of killed everyone aboard the ship.” she proclaimed as she couldn't believe that life was still on board.

“Just think about it. How was the ship able to crash and then drag it across the body of water? And how else is it still able to 'bloom'?This was planned.” Ganwan hypothesized the idea of aliens aboard the ship.

She knew that the private was right, but she needed answers for Priuca Command. She kept trying to contact him, but all attempts had failed. Until, she was called to the combat information center for a debrief about the situation in Cleim. She requested that the private came along to the CIC and he agreed. They arrived at the center moments before Priuca Command updated the situation in Cleim. Ganwan was right, aliens were still alive on the ship and they have started their attack on the citizens.

The Priuca Command told the remaining fleet that ground forces were coming in the matter of hours, but the air force would arrive in the matter of seconds to provide aid to the attack on the ship. The ground forces would set up camp nearby Grace Tunnel and Koriu Bridge before advancing to the city. At these points, they will set up headquarters to establish communications with Priuca Command and the Federation forces. The captain and the other crew members heard that as they saluted and went back to their jobs.

Phulsawal ordered all ships to aim their guns at the ship and wait until the air support arrived. It took them a few minutes to set up and redirect the ship's gun to aim at the vessel. By the time that they had set up, the air force arrived within the airspace of Cleim. She kept an eye out for the air support, which were just several jets. As soon as the jets got nearby the fleet, she ordered all ships to fire at the vessel with their guns. With the support of the jets, she thought that the ship would finally blow up.

But, nothing happened to it as the smoke cleared up and the ship was still 'blooming'. She kept getting more pissed off that the ship wasn't destroyed as she kept ordering all ships to fire. It would be awhile before the ships would run out of bullets to use on the ship.

Second Imperium capital world, Carina Prime

High above the world of Carina, Civilian and Military ships alike had gathered for not only the Funeral of the beloved Regent Lawrence, but the ascension of Uther of the now united Core and Second Imperium. It was a mixture of tension from the revelation and joy from the prospect of unity as some civilian ships utilized their defensive weapons to shoot off fireworks, with warships automated defenses frantically and futilely tracking the high volume of shells. Unknown to the majority of the gathering in orbit was the arrival of one of the Confederations largest warships to date.

With little to no announcement beyond private diplomatic communications SSCSS Article XVI dropped out of warp above the planet alongside its escorts, quickly coming to dominate the space above the world. The Sixteen was a ship built nearly a century ago, but its current appearance belied that purported age. Bristling with weapons and hangar bays the vessel was tremendously vast, a monolithic example of an asset that had simply been too useful to throw away. Quickly broadcasting its intent to observe the festivities the Sixteen settled into a high orbit above most of the civilian vessels, its escorts looking like insects buzzing around their queen.

Then again, as she’d be quick to say herself, Anastasia Kozlovskaya may as well have been the formations queen. That same queen of an Admiral had made her way onto one of the destroyers in her flotilla and was enroute to the planet nearly from the moment their orbit had been established. Watching an external screen idly as the destroyers atmospheric wings unfolded and the atmosphere buffeted the vessel Anastasia reflected with a satisfied grin on how conveniently things had worked out. She wasn’t uncouth enough to celebrate the Regent's death but… Well, it was better this way than if he’d ended up as dust on the vanguard of the defense against Musashi.

The beauty of the city ahead was marred only by the dull gray tones of the darkening skies above. The overcast setting had played on many people’s spirits as they rushed to cover from the small drops of water, knowing the rush that was to follow. All across the destroyer this was evident but still ahead was lights that tore through smoke and fog on a whim, the docking lights that had drew vessels in time and time again.

Carina Vestov United Spaceport was one of the Second Imperiums largest surface docks ever built and seeing it from above would be a clear testament to a builders resolve. On the surface were rows of military ships and one vacant spot that Admiral Anastasia's vessel was destined to park. There were open air ramps on both sides of the dock as well as ports for enclosed walkways. Standing at the leading open air ramp was a small shuttle and four military officers awaiting patiently for the Confederacy’s envoy.

As the ship gently took its place alongside the throng and the ramps extended Anastasia stood and yawned. Taking a second to ensure the condition of her dress whites in a nearby digital mirror she donned her cap and made her way to the docking ramp before descending it with a smile and an amiable wave.

The trip to the Imperial palace was peaceful and upon arriving, She was welcomed graciously by dignitaries and civilians alike, all knew of the Confederacy and its, albeit subtle, assistance to the Core Imperium, assistance that they hoped and prayed would be received to them as well. Hope was hard to come by in this day and age.

“Ah, My Anastasia.” A voice called from the opening door of the Palace. Uther had arrived personally to greet his acquaintance from the Confederacy. “It is a pleasure to meet you once again Admiral. This is indeed a strange time for you to arrive, no? I however am assuming your visit is not about the festivities.”

“You’re right to assume, Uther.” Taking her cap off and holding it under her left arm Anastasia extended a hand and smiled genuinely, “Though I’m sure I and my men will enjoy them to their fullest while we’re guests on your world.”

Uther nodded, “Indeed they will.” He motioned towards a smaller door at the side of a set of grand stairs. It was an unassuming one that was shaded by a single white tree. Inside the door was another simple hallway that ended with a small, simple room. Adorned with various pictures and weapons along the walls. It was Lawrence’s private room in life, “Cozy in here, reminiscent of our first meeting in my flagship. Wouldn’t you agree? I suppose we should get to the nature of your visit.”

He motioned to a seat for the Confederacy Admiral before seating himself. As he placed his now clasped hands upon the table, he rose a brow, “What is it you wished to discuss.”

Anastasia glanced around the homely room before fixing on Uther, “Nothing less than the very thing we’ve already discussed. The unity of the Imperiums under your person has all but ended any debate as to whether Musashi has legal cause to condemn our association and cooperation. I am again offering you a formal alliance Uther, for it seems that no matter how regrettably it has come about, our ‘one day’ has already arrived.”

Uther nodded again and withdrew his hands from the table. “An Alliance.” he said. “I will pose a similar question this time then, if you do not mind.” He strummed his fingers on the table for a moment, “As of now I have no formal agreement with Musashi and their aspirations of ‘invading’ the second imperium are still fresh in my mind. If war were to occur between my nation, and Musashi, what side would you choose?”

Her smile grew almost wicked, “Why Uther, formal or not the Princess Yuki gave you certain assurances did she not? Perhaps the Emperor can disavow her and claim she never acted in his name, but it cannot be refuted that in your meeting she acted with equal authority to when she signed a peace treaty with my nation. Second Imperium or just Imperium, she promised you aid and peace, and if the Emperor disregards that he breaks the same word that once ended the Laioning crises.” Leaning closer Anastasia grinned and took care to articulate every word clearly, “My government cannot trust a man that breaks the word of his representatives, and we cannot abide unwarranted aggression from our neighbours. Should Yamamoto Ryu act so incautiously as to declare war upon you, for the first time in his pampered life he will learn the consequences of one’s actions.”

Uther slowly pinched his nose, “You see, back during your conflict, you had not only Yuki’s blessing but also the Emperor’s. In this case, who is more powerful? The deposed princess that controls little or the Emperor who controls the military.” He lowered his hand and leaned back. “By technicality, he never broke his word as by sending Yuki away made any pact null. The reason I continue to bring this point up is that I need allies that will legitimately support me in times of war, not be torn between two nations.” He sighed, “I understand politics in your nation is difficult due to the democratic process but I need an absolute. With Barbarians on one hand, A Psychopath on the other, I have to have solidarity in any decision or pact made.”

“Obviously there are extreme circumstances that if I were in your shoes I’d break a pact, things like Genocide. But I must ask again, If there is a war between the Imperium and Musashi, Who will the Confederacy side with.”

Anastasia met Uthers gaze and spoke calmly, but with conviction, “If there can be no peace, then the Confederation will fight with those who have not shed the blood of its children. My government was clear on this, if it comes to open conflict you will have the full might of the Sovereign Confederate Armed Forces behind you. I can assure you of that. We have a man in Musashi who will try and talk them off doing something as foolish as you propose, but should war come and your Imperium fall it will mean nothing less than the beginning of the end for the Confederation. First Chancellor Sevaren sees this for what it is, and it is on her orders I am here today.”

There was no emotion on Uthers’ face as he pondered this thought. “Let us discuss the terms of said Alliance, seeing as we have come to an understanding. What of trade tarrifs, what of shared embargos against universal failures like Faust for example. How committed is this Alliance in regards to economic sanctions.”

Laying her folded hands in her lap and leaning back a tad Anastasia looked as if she’d been freed of some great stress, “Tariffs will be lowered, across the board, save for specific luxury goods in some of the Confederations member states, but those are of little concern. As for embargoes, my government sees Faust’s actions over the past decade as an atrocity beyond comprehension, in his case and in regard to all who would follow his footsteps we are totally committed to sanctions.”

Uther smiled genuine, something he hadn’t himself done in a long time. “I see these terms as acceptable. Far greater than I had initially imagined they would be. I will claim this not to be as they say, brown nosing, however, I am, and have been very thankful for your nations assistance over the years. God knows these second Imperium folks need the help.”

He sighed, “There is one last thing I would request of my future ally. If it is not too much to ask. My second Imperium allies possesses many powerful weapons that have saved their lives time and time again, however with the movements of the horde now unchecked through the northern borders, they find themselves desperately outnumbered and overwhelmed. Honest, they are drawing their very reserves.. Ships from before the imperium fell.. Would the Confederacy supply arms and ships to the beleaguered men and women of those areas?”

Anastasia raised a brow and rested her chin on an open palm, “Do recall Uther, we previously agreed to eliminate the restrictions on your Imperium buying arms… That said,” she grinned again, “I’m quite certain my government would be more than willing to offer you as much as we we can spare on loan, interest free given our new relationship. The Barbarians are a problem we need to address as urgently as Faust, after all for years we have ended up receiving the bulk of those refugees Musashi took in from the conflict.”

“You bring a fair point. Seeing as I’ve yet to see much in regards to the imperium arms deal accomplished so far. To be honest, It is mostly my fault as other things had preoccupied my time.. The death of my dear friend being the front and foremost.” He shook his head and gazed about the room. Pictures not only of military nature but also what would be obviously Lawrence’s family seemed to draw Uther in. “It’s amazing how short of a life we all truly have. But enough sentimentality, was there any other good news you wished to bestow upon me today?”

Her smile fell for a moment and Anastasia looked vacantly to the rooms ceiling, “That was all I was sent to ask of you today Uther and perhaps in time we’ll meet again, but for now I imagine you wish to mourn and prepare. As you once said, what’s coming is inevitable, but I don’t see a reason for us to fret over it relentlessly until it happens.” Looking back to Uther she beamed warmly, “Once the celebration of your ascension wraps up I’ll make my departure, but it was good to meet with you, especially to realize what our last encounter had failed to accomplish.”

“Indeed. I wasn’t quite confident that meeting you would accomplish anything, as was the outcome before. Though now I feel as if we found our common ground. Not leader to leader but soldier to soldier.” He outreached his hand, “It has been a pleasure, Now go enjoy the festivities. I fear that this may be among the last we are privileged to.”

She took his hand and stood, “And I fear you may be right.”

(At that same reception from earlier)

Steve Woolsey had been imbibing rather… Liberally for the duration of the celebration, only pausing in his quest for intoxication to repeat vapid greetings whenever an official wandered close enough to introduce themselves. After he’d heard the news of Yuki’s disownment earlier in the week and conveyed it to the Cabinet he’d been in a rather dour mood, his temper such that he’d been all but avoided as a leper by the embassies staff.

So it was fortuitous when he received an invitation to a party celebrating that woman Xiao Xiang’s ascension to Foreign Minister of Musashi. On some level he was well aware of the significance of the event, but the bleak reality that’d been thrust upon him mere days earlier had led him to see the occasion as little more than an excuse to ingest a rather irresponsible amount of alcohol. Such was the mood of the Confederation’s ambassador, yet it was soon to shift dramatically.

Looking up between drinks Woolsey spotted Sir Kessel, the ambassador of the Commonwealth, casually strolling up to him. With a somewhat clumsy wave Woolsey greeted him, “Ambassador.”

"Ambassador Woolsey," Kessel replied formally. Kessel noted Woolsey's off kilter wave and generally distant look. Bold move getting drunk at an event like this, though if rumours were to be believed, Woolsey had every reason to be drinking. And why not? It was a party after all. Following that line of thought, Kessel produced a flask from inside his jacket and took a swig. "Enjoying the party?" he asked.

Woolsey glanced around for a moment as if slightly confused by Kessels statement before simply gesturing to the glass in his hand, "It has been a... A most hospitible gathering Ambassador Kessel."

"Hopsitable indeed. Its nice to have everyone out of those masks." He snagged a glass of punch from a passing server and poured some of the contents of his flask into it. "Still, the atmosphere seems a bit dour. I suppose its not everyday the heir-apparent gets disowned."

Woolsey only nodded and downed the rest of his drink. Drumming his fingers against the table he looked over to Kessel, "You have a talent for understatement Ambassador... But I suppose you- you're not wrong. Tell me, what do you think of that debacle then?"

Kessel took a drink and mulled it over. "It seems...overly harsh. Certainly not the way we do things back home, but then we don't put Royals in charge of diplomacy. I'd be out of a job were it otherwise. But it's not really my place to criticize Musashi domestic policy; I'm just supposed to grin and bear it."

"Isn't it always..." Looking over to Xiang Woolsey commented, "At least somebody's grin is the real thing. To think I hadn't even heard of that woman before we bumped into eachother after- Well it doesn't matter. I imagine she'll be the one we end up talking to from now on, not bloody likley another Princess will end up chatting with me. Every one that does seem to come off worse for it."

"So I'd heard," Kessel commented, then turned his gaze over to Xiang. "Still, I'll be glad to have more opportunities to speak with Xaio Xiang. She's young, but seems to have an excellent head for diplomacy, and many other laudable qualities."

Perking up a bit Woolsey raised a brow and smiled, if weakly, for the first time all night, "Other laudable qualities eh? It's a shame, but I don't know too much about Miss Xiao, why dont you educate me a bit on what those... Qualities might be."

Kessel laughed. "Well she has keen instincts, excellent education, but she's not afraid to get her hands dirty. I also believe she's a talented...orator." He chuckled again and took another drink. The Yanissan concoction from his flask was taking effect, and Kessel felt distinctly more relaxed than he had a minute ago.

Abandoning all pretense Woolsey began to, of all things, giggle. Grabbing Kessel and pulling him closer he spoke hushedly, "You know, I'm sure she'd just love to hear those compliments of yours Ambassador, you should go and say hello. She might even be kind enough to," Woolsey barely kept himself composed, "recite a speech for you."

Kessel laughed amiably. "Yes it might help foster closer relations. The things I do for Queen and Country." With that, he set off to track down Xaio Xiang, having not yet complimented her on her recent appointment. As he went Woolsey snickered between drinks and watched .

Kessel added himself to the line of fawners in front of Xaio Xiang, graciously waiting his turn. When it finally was his turn, he boldly leaned in close to Xiang and kissed her on both cheeks. Seeing her confusion, he was quick to explain. "Excuse me Xiang-dono; it is a tradition in the Commonwealth. A gesture we reserve for greetings upon great accomplishments, such as your own that we celebrate tonight."

"A tradition? Is that all that was?" She asked, her mouth forming into a wide smile. Her face had become flushed from either all that she had to drink or something else. "I fear that I will never truly understand you foreigners." She simply looked at him for a moment before asking "Have you enjoyed the party Kessel-sama?"

"I've enjoyed immensely, minister-" and then there came a sound.

Craning his neck to see Kessel properly Woolsey shot his Commonwealth counterpart a thumbs up and cheered, "Wooooooooo! Your the uh... The Ambassador!" Though it was unlikley Kessel heard it clearly over the noise of the party. Drawing a number of looks Woolsey waved his spectators off and went to take yet another drink.

Kessel shook his head. "You must forgive Ambassador Woolsey, Xiang-dono. He has overheard certain, ah...salacious rumours regarding the two of us."

"Salacious rumors? How dreadful. What would your mother have to say about that?" She raised a hand to mask her lower face, although it was clear she was still smiling behind it.

"Ah...minister, you wouldn't care to know. My mother was raised on a particularly liberal planet in the Commonwealth, and she had very progressive views on such subjets. However, apparently among the staff and servants of the embassy quarter here on Bushu, we are already an item. Oh how they gossip!" Kessel said, ever so delicately.

"Oh I know all about servants and rumors." Xiang said. "They need just the slightest of excuses and off they go, running wild." She leaned towards Kessel ever so slightly as she whispered "But what ever could have set them off this time?"

"I find myself wondering the same thing, Xiang-dono." He paused for a moment, contemplating the vivid ribbons of color now in his vision thanks to the Yanissan drink. "Oh, incidentally Minister, would you have time to drop by my office later? My government replied with some specifics regarding our new trade deal, and I confess I am most anxious to discuss them with you. Only good can come of closer relations...between our nations."

"Hmmmmm.... I concur. Our nations have so much to gain by having warm relations. And of course one or both of us must lead the way." Xiang slowly swept her gaze around the room before returning it to Kessel. "Hmmm shall we do our negotiations later tomorrow, or later... tonight?"

Kessel flashed her a small grin. "As I said Minister, I am most anxious to discuss them. If your schedule permits, please find me in my office later tonight."

"That I shall if time permits" Xiang said with a smile of her own. "Ah... but if you could, please do what you can to prevent those salacious rumors from spreading too far. I fear my uncle would have a heart attack if her heard something so scandelous." Her expression darkened as she added in hushed tones "And I would hate for the Emperor to question my loyalty."

"I shall take every measure to ensure that my staff cease such childish blabber. I look forward to discussing trade conditions with you, Xiang dono. For now, I shall leave you to your party." With that, Kessel turned away, and made his way back to Woolsey, flashing the Confederate Ambassador a lopsided grin on the way.

Wordlessly, though with a giddy smile, Woolsey gave Kessel a subdued high five and sat him down. There was a great deal to drink, and only so much time.

Dominion Warship, Axcavear,





It had not been but one day since leaving the nation of Musashi, a trip that was to be long and arduous as the Excavear travelled with its precious cargo, the Executus James Conrad. The bright azure blue lights of the engines made little impact upon the vast emptiness of space. This space was even more so empty, the old space lanes that were once bristling with activity was now a secret passage between the nations. Through the ship, crew members came and went as time just seemed to creep by.



The Silence was broken when James had been signaled by the ships captain, a young male named Captain Dirk Persing. "Executus, please excuse my interruption but I would be most honored if you joined my officers and I aboard the bridge."



James rather confused by the Capitan but had agreed to go. Having been somewhat shaken by the princess earlier he headed toward the bridge unsure of what was to come.



Inside the bridge sat a collection of officers, all watching their various displays. The Captain however was standing, staring out of the bridge. As the door opened, the entire bridge staff, as always, rose to salute a senior officer. "Ah! Executus. It is a pleasure to see you. I was weary that you may or may not be comfortable from your real lack of interaction over the past day."



James returned the salute back to the crew allowing them to get back to work before he focused his attention on the captain "I'm always comfortable in the company of Dominion loyalists forgive me though I'm not a social man." As James walked closer towards the captain "Now what did you want that you requested my presence up here?" He said as he raised an eyebrow curiously.



"Well, Sir, I have been detecting various sensor glitches, and our port engine operating at low performance for the last hour. I was debating on whether to attempt to dock at an Imperial shipyard as there is a port in the nearest system. Although it does bring us far off course. With your presence, I wanted to defer to your judgement."



"Captain, if something horrific were to happen without checking out the problems would there be time to fix it in space or do you truly believe the best course of action is to head to an Imperial Shipyard?" He asked as he looked out into the vast space.



The Captain shook his head. "If we were to shut our engines down, we would have to wait at a minimum of a day for them to cool down if we were to fix it ourselves. Docking at the shipyard could take far less time but given the tension that exists between our two nations.. I thought it wise to ask you."



James thought about it for a moment "Captain, how long do you think we have until we'd desperately have to deal with he engine?" he turned around to face him.



"Sir, that is the unknown we are dealing with. It could be fine for the next fifty years or it could break down before we even make another light-year. This is a situation where a diplomat would have to make that call as we are not in friendly territory."



James began to nod slowly "Very well bring us to the nearest Imperial Shipyard we need to get our sensors fixed anyways. Is that all captain?"



"Yes sir, thank you sir. I will inform you once we arrive." He said with confidence before issuing orders. Things seemed to calm down now as the crew resumed normal function. Ahead in space all seemed quiet once more until once again, James would be forced into a decision.



The sensors officer turned towards the conn "Captain! incoming Imperial ships, Three Ganymedes on a direct intercept course, they will arrive within moments. Nearest Dominion ships are in excess of ten days out."



Persing ran his fingers across his chin, "This could turn into a incident real fast sir, This is a warship, not a diplomatic vessel. What are your orders?"



"Hail the command ship let's see if they're open to chat." James smiled



"No response. We have them on long range view." the sensors officer replied, Persing turned to him, "Show it on screen."



The Image was not what anyone would expect nor want. The three vessels were travelling at flank speed, one still leaking plasma fire and another missing one of its side bays. "Sir.. what are your orders." Persing said, confused.



James began rubbing his chin confused "Seems like the three ships were damaged from a fight the question is who did they fight. Us or something else. Keep the shields up and continue hailing them for a response but press forward to the Imperial Shipyard."



The sensors officer turned his head, "This is the Dominion warship Axcavear to command, We are currently in a situation with three Imperium warships on an direct intercept course. Requesting any assistance.." He repeated the message before leaning back, "Well, that's it. Comms are jammed. Hopefully the message got out."



Persing stood up, offering the captains chair to James. "Alright, go to red alert. all shields and weapons to full." Klaxons sounded across the halls and with discipline and precision, crews did not panic but hurried to their designated positions.



As the Imperium ships drew closer, they showed no intent of slowing down and when they reached shortwave range, the Sensors officer turned to James, "They are broadcasting an SOS, stating that the station has been destroyed. It appears they.." The captain interrupted, "Magnify behind the Imperium ships.. Oh... my." he said, seeing an image that sent fear to his very core.



The Horde had arrived.



James ignored the seat and instead walked closer toward the wide view screen. "Captain, looks like we'll have to hope the engine will be fine. Plot a new course for Dominion space. Draw power from the weapons if needed but keep the shield on standby we'll leave the Remnants for those beasts."



"Yes sir." Persing said before issuing the orders. As power flooded the damaged engine, the entire ship began to shake. In engineering, the lead officer yelled, "no no no!!" as fuses began to short. "Damn." he said as engine three burnt out.



"Captain, this is Engineering. Our FTL drive is gone."



Persing took a deep breath, "Fine. Hail the Imperium ships, they wont make it as the horde ships are moving too fast. All crews man battle stations, as if they haven't already.."



Turrets aimed towards the barely visible horde ships as the three imperium ships took up position near the Axcavear. There was an dreadful silence across all three ships as the miasma of blood thirsty foes drew upon them. "Executus, Any advice?"



"Find the command ship, and if possible fire everything at it. Aside from that I hope everyone here was able to make final good byes." James then looked on as the horde drew ever closer.



The Captain stood tall with his fists clinched against the oncoming swarm. "Link our battle net with the Imperiums. Launch all fighters, load all torpedo tubes with wide area photon warheads. If we do fail here, it will be written that we took as many with us as we could."



It was as if the entire crew was thinking along with the Captain as fighters were already launching as he gave the order and soon thereafter the Imperium ships had launched theirs. "Keep all ships in defensive formations. Fighters target enemy strike craft and munitions. We will wear them down."



Less than thirty minutes later, the first shot was fired from the lead Imperium cruiser. The heavy Kinetic round flew into the darkness of space, failing to strike a target but completely disorienting various horde warship. The shot did its job as it forced the Horde into battle formations early, giving the Four ships a general idea of what all was coming their way.



As the Horde drew closer, large battleships opened their main guns in large volleys, sending shells right through the Allied ships battle lines. There were no hits as the distance between the ships enabled defensive movement. Even though the chance for a hit was low, The Allied ships returned the fire in kind, launching a volley of kinetic shots at high velocity into their lines.



An hour of cat and mouse seemed to go on as both sides lobbed heavy munitions back and fourth. A couple lucky hits struck Horde vessels as their formations were much tighter than the Allies Four ships. It was a true staring contest as both sides tested the mettle of the other with long range attacks.



The third hour was when the Horde blinked first, rushing a mix of fighters and light frigates directly towards the Allied ships. The Allied Excelsior and Trident fighters turned to an aggressive posture but did not fly off to engage, rather they targetted the incoming fighters with their longer range precision weaponry.



There was a awkward silence and anticipation as the two navies drew close but was rudely awakened as the order was finally given, "Fire! Engage Engage!"



As if they needed motivation.



All around the Four Allied ships, bright lights flickered as the many weapons fired into the horde lines, striking and destroying countless fighters and a large number of frigates. Not a single fighter reached the Allied ships lines, prompting the Horde to launch yet another wave.



Six hours into the battle, The fighters had finally met the Horde in combat, bright streaks of light darted all around the four ships as the defending fighters did their best to halt the destruction caused by the Horde strikevcraft. The Capital ships let loose in massive volleys, long range flak rounds outside the defending fighters range, as sort of a long distance shield and up close, rapid fire precision auto-guns and point defense lasers picked off ship after ship.



The Enemy frigates were smart and stayed just outside the lines where torpedoes were of any effect. and instead utilized mid range kinetic weaponry that for the most part were bounced from the four ships impressive shielding.



It had been seven hours of hard fighting before the Horde ships retreated to their long range lines. The damage they had done was irreparable though, the already heavily damaged Ganymede was dead in the water and taking direct hits from the long range shots. The other Allied ships did their best to deflect the incoming rounds but there were too many for them to absorb and with a flash that rivaled a star, the engine drive of the first exploded.



Fires rushed through the ship at such speed that it was impossible to escape. It was a sad day when nearly two thousand men and women died in a heart beat. It seemed that this was a beacon for the Horde as once again they rushed in, but as quickly as they rushed, they fell back. It was a test to see how much the ships had left in them. Persing was smart about it and refused to launch his still re-arming fighters. Giving the Horde no information.



Twelve hours, Twelve entire hours of long range slugging seemed to have no foreseeable end. The Engineers worked frantically to restart the drive core to enable escape but once more, the Horde struck and this time.. they brought their big guns.



Fighters dived and dodged while ships rolled off any conceivable axis as the three ships entered a knife fight with the enemy heavy ships. Point blank shots with the heavy range guns did tremendous damage, as the first shot blew open one of the Ganymedes side bays. Shot after shot was absorbed or bounced by shields on the Axcavear but time was running out, as strong as it was, it was only time before the heavy shots would bring its defenses down.



Thirteen hours in, the Dominion ship had taken considerable damage, secondary plating had failed across many decks while the engineering bay had more or less vented into space by a well placed particle weapon. By the fourteenth hour, there were no more Allied fighters and the now two remaining ships were barely clinging to life. Worse though is that horde reinforcements had arrived and were entering the situation, with one ship being of an class equal to a Titan.



A perfect blast from the titans' main gun send the last Ganymede in half, with the aft end flying rapidly backward and the fore in a quick roll. Persing, now bloodied from an explosion that had sent the bridge crew to the floor earlier sounded across the ship, "All hands. All hands. Attention, Abandon shi-" Before he could finish, a well placed shot rocked the entire bridge crew to the ground again, killing over half from concussions.



"Executus, any last orders? is there anything we can do?" Persing said, watching as escape pods launched, only to be picked off by fighters and frigates that were now circling the drifting Dominion warship.



James barely heard the captain as he looked out into the open battle field before turning around "Well escape doesn't seem as much of an option. Try and hail the horde command ship and if our engines are online have the ship advance to the enemy fleet as fast as possible." James then turned around "At least make it your last order before you head to an escape pod." James narrowed his eyes into the horde fleet.



The Captain shook his head in desparation, "Our engines are offline and comms are out.. and if you haven't noticed, they are shooting our escape pods, they are relentless bas-.." He couldn't continue as his last gasp for air was followed a cold silence. There were few left alive aboard the ship as those who saw the pods launching were smart enough to not join them.



The massive horde ship completely overtook the Dominion cruiser, drawing a blanket of pure shadow upon it. The awe was cut short as various energy weapons cut the ships bow clean off, then the next section. Carving it into six distinct pieces. It seemed pointless to anyone but it was effective in killing all but those in the command super structure, which was rocked once more as massive clamps smashed into the sides of it. Glass shattered and air vented from sealed rooms and decks as the arms firmly held what was left of the Axcavear.



Knocking could be heard on the outer plates as well as the sound of metel being ripped open with heavy machines and high powred torches. The Dominion marines were taken completely off gaurd as the Horde warriors burst through the very walls. Then the heavy footsteps, clanking towards james.. until a pause and a loud huff was heard. There was various grunts before the main bridge door was slowly ripped open by giant claws.



There was nothing standing between this creature and the last Dominion life aboard the ship. A massive beast covered in tattoos and teeth dripping with anticipation. It growled, "One survived." Behind him, four Toxogondii snarled as they crept into the room.

James face clear of any expression turn around. "Indeed one did, though I suspect not for long." He said looking at the 5 beasts inside the room with him.

"Your lack of confidence does mirror your comment. Do you welcome death with such eagerness?"

James chuckled "You killed my crew, three other ships and a station at least I'm sure there were more. I'm just going off the facts. I'd love to live though that decision is up to you." James said as he narrowed his eyes on the leader.

The beast had no ability to smile, but if it could, there would definitely be one. "Pathetic" it said, now walking forward. The four Toxogondii lowered to all fours and climbed throughout the room, encircling James.

As James stood his ground as he looked around at the things "You're just going to kill a man who some how survived this entire thing and not even ask how?" James then looked back at the leader "I would think you'd be a little curious given that your battle tactics were equal if not better then the 4 ships that stood before you."

Bragga snarled, "No. I do not care." With that, he clinched his clawed fist and started heavily walking towards James. His right hand then reached to his waist where a one-handed Axe was positioned, it had obviously seen blood before as the blade was dark and stained, as well as chips in the edge as well.

"Tsk Tsk. Though if we are to fight. Can I trust that you'll honor me with one to one combat?" James said as he readied himself.

The Beast growled, "Honor is unimportant." it said before lunging with its clawed hand first, at the same time, two of the Toxogondii's reared and jumped towards James to attack, meanwhile, the other two crawled across the wall to achieve flanking positions.

As James dropped his form revealing his true alien self. Two of his arms held the claw away from reaching him. He used his pssonic power to pick up and throw equipment from the bridge at the two on the walls while he pulled the alien beast closer to himself as well as attempting to dodge the two behind him.

With James valiant efforts to throw off the first two Toxogondii successful, forcing them to dodge, the second two quickly recovered and shot back towards James. All the while though, James preoccupied with holding Bragga's one arm, was not able to defend against the other which held the Axe.

As the dust settled, Only Bragga stood and with an apathetic heart, he turned away. In space, the Horde reclaimed its many casualties and stripped many components of the Allied ships. Before long there were only husks of the once mighty warships. Only then did the Dominion fleet arrive, to see one destroyed Dominion ship along with three Imperial ones. All signs of the Horde being involved was long gone, only the realization that Fausts' second in command had died in combat.

This was a dark day indeed for the Galaxy as the seemingly calmed Faust was about to get a rude awakening.

“Its nice to speak to you again Woolsey-sama” Xiang said as she sat down. She placed her mask down on Woolsey’s desk as she made herself comfortable. “I do recall seeing you at the party the other day, but we both seemed preoccupied by other things at the time.”

Woolsey winced at the mention of the party, something he was quite glad the mask covered in the moment it took for him to remove it. After that particular affair he’d had a rather hard time recovering without the usual medicine he’d used back when he was a head of state and nothing was too expensive. Speaking warmly he welcomed Xiang, “Indeed, we each had matters to attend to at the time. That said Foreign Minister it’s a pleasure to meet with you again, what brings you here today?”

“I figured I would drop in and formally introduce myself to the Confederate ambassador.” Xiang said with a warm smile. “Perhaps conduct some official business or simply talk in a less than official capacity.” She shot Woolsey an expression that was somehow both innocent and yet hinted that she meant something slightly different than what she had actually said. “I don’t suppose there is anything specific you need to bring to my attention, is there?”

“Actually Foreign Minister,” Woolsey paused and drummed his fingers on the table, “There is something. I had intended to inform your office later today, but seeing as you’re here well… You’ve doubtless heard already, but the Imperiums have unified under Uther and in light of this my government has taken measures to solidify our preexisting warm relations with him. A formal alliance was struck just the other day by one of our Admirals.”

Xiang opened her mouth slightly, only to close it. Finally she asked “This is not just a mutual defense pact then? But a full offensive alliance?”

Woolsey shifted in his seat, “Offensive? I suppose such a thing may be possible under the agreement but Uther has enough to contend with already, as does my government. No the alliance was agreed upon to check certain and pressing threats, such as the barbarian hordes that the Imperium now shields both our great nations from.”

“Or other threats such as Musashi” Xiang asked with a raised eyebrow. She raised a hand to forestall any counter Woolsey might have said. “I suppose something like this occurring was inevitable. Especially given the presence of certain individuals in our government.” She didn’t specific what ‘our government’ meant. “Do you mind if I say something that is purely off the record Woolsey-sama?”

With a sigh Woolsey tapped a small device on his desk, almost immediately the rooms windows turned a dizzying black and the noise from outside seemed to die off, “Please do Foreign Minister.”

“I sincerely hope” Xiang shook her head, “No pray that there is enough time for me to implement certain… changes in the Imperial Court before things come to a head between the Dominion and Uther’s Imperium.”

“And you have my honest gratitude for having that attitude.” Woolsey curled his drumming fingers into a fist and tapped it against the desk, “I’ve tried my damnedest to ensure our nations would never again know conflict, but you can clearly see I’m not the player I used to be. Following orders has been a new thing for me and… I fear I could have done better on more occasions than I like to think about. To know others realize there’s more to gain in peace is reassuring, to say the least.”

“It is a true pity that you found yourself removed from power and Yuki-hime in chains. I truly do fear that we may all find ourselves embroiled in a war all too soon.” Xiang let out a sigh before giving Woolsey a pointed look. “If we do find each other at war…” She seemed hesitant to continue. “If Uther’s Imperium fell Musashi would be… more than willing to help negotiate peace with the Confederation with the goal being as few Confederate concessions as possible. Should the reverse happen: were the Dominion to fall, would the Confederation be willing to show… mercy as well?”

Taking in the harsh reality of the request Woolsey rubbed his eyes resignedly and glanced down before looking to Xiang, “You have my assurance that I will do everything in my power to ensure that should such an… Eventuality be realized the Confederation would seek to preserve the integrity and honor of Musashi as well as it can. I’m not what I was, but I’ve not lost every contact I know overnight and to be frank many still owe me favours. I just wish we never even had to have this talk.”

“As am I Woolsey-sama.” Xiang inclined her head for a moment. “However it always helps to have a plan for both the most likely outcome and the worst possible outcome. Unfortunately those two things are looking very similar right now. On another note should something….” She seemed even more reluctant to continue then she was before “cause a sudden regime change in Musashi during a war, might your government be willing to negotiate a white peace?”

“Sevaren doesn’t want war,” Woolsey smiled weakly, “If such an offer were to come I seriously doubt it’d be refused, unless something severe happened in my own government. Then again with Cooper…” Shaking his head he continued, “I digress though. If we’re to plan for the worst I have a request for Musashi… Should things fall in your favour totally and my Confederation face the very worst outcome I’d beg you for one thing, please ensure the freedom of the people. I know it may seem an absurd thing to ask, but it took a century to forge the democracy I’ve enjoyed, and that century saw atrocities even Faust would balk at.”

“I’ll be honest with you Woolsey-sama. My influence over the Imperial court is very likely less than your’s over your own government; however, I would do all in my power to reduce, if not eliminate, your people’s possible suffering. And perhaps my station will rise high enough to allow me to do so. If not I will do what I can to convince the Imperial family, though… Shoichi-denka is unlikely to listen to me.” She shivered. “I do hope that Saeko-sama is the one that obtains the throne…”

“Irony…” Woolsey resisted the impulse to retrieve the whisky in his desk, “I’m sure you have an inkling of what happened that day we first met, but I’ll say I’m like to die regretting it. Anyways, you have my thanks for your promises. The future might not be what we wished it, but so long as we’re alive it’s not lost.”

“Indeed. The future looks grim and seems to be rushing at us far faster than I would have liked.” Xiang let out a sigh. “I would have liked to have had more time to secure the throne for Saeko.” She brought a hand up to her face and made a mock did-I-say-that face. “We both know that Shoichi-denka sitting on the throne will benefit neither of our countries. Thankfully Yuki-hime was not the only spare available…” That last part was mumbled, as if more for herself then for Woolsey.

“Mmmmm.” Woolsey raised an eyebrow at her last statement but hummed his agreement despondently and looked at a black window, “Preposterous that we have to hide discussions of peace. Well, regardless of what happens you have my sincere thanks for all this, and I wish you luck in whatever trials are ahead. I have an unfortunate feeling that this may be the last time we speak.”

“Perhaps, perhaps not.” Xiang said. “I for one will be pushing to allow any country we may be at war with to continue to operate its embassy here. That would allow for a more… expedited peace process I believe. But that is besides the point. I am ready to resume speaking ‘officially’ if you are Woolsey-sama.”

Woolsey straightened himself and nodded before tapping the same control from earlier, instantly letting in a burst of sound and light. Resuming as if nothing had happened Woolsey smiled falsely, “So I assure you, Musashi has nothing to fear from this alliance.”

“I’m pleased to hear that” Xiang answered with an innocent expression that increasingly looked less innocent the more someone saw it. “Of course. As the Emperor has said previously: we seek no conflict with the Confederation. Well Woolsey-sama, is there anything else you’d like to discuss while I’m here?”

“I feel that will be all Foreign Minister, It’s my feeling this has been a very productive meeting.” Woolsey gave her a knowing look but kept his lips frozen into the insincere expression of satisfaction he wore.

“That it has.” Xiang said as she rose to her feet. “I shall be taking my leave. If you have need to speak to me, just contact the Imperial palace.” She put on her mask as she said “Have a good day ambassador” and made her exit.

The Thrum of the engines filled the ear holes of all 100 Hexanagallions in the Axe-Head landing craft. As they neared the battlefield, the dropship began to shudder and shake due to the thrusters below decreasing speed. It would not be enough to keep them from hitting planetside like a cannon ball. But it would be enough for them to cause damage to their foes' morale, and slow enough for them to survive the impact whole and battle ready.

Wearing the finest armor among his fleet, Battle Commander Krux's crimson color stood out among the Reavers he was about to lead into battle. The planet (and indeed the system) was now fully under their assault, and if their intelligence was correct, they would have complete victory within two days. The problem was not in the attack, but in how the machines worked in unison. Krux fully expected the whole of the Agonis Collective to verge on this system soon enough. It was why they did a three front attack. Their main forces were in this system. Two other battle fleets were sent to two different systems that would be less than heavily guarded.

What's more. Krux had received word in the past day or so that the rumors were indeed true. Organic Slaves were being used, and were in need of glorious liberation. Freedom fighters had been reported recently, but no contact had been given as of yet. They would find out soon enough.

"Brothers!" he cried, placing his helmet upon his raptor-like head and giving out a roar that would make his ancestors proud. Just as hundreds more were doing similar maneuvers across the planet, 10 Axe-Head drop ships would land in a curve, surrounding this entrenchment of Agonis machines and abominations and giving every unit of 100 warriors quick access to enemy flesh. "Are you ready to rip open the chest cavity of this of this System!"

"WE SHALL FEAST, BATTLE COMMANDER!"

Krux let out a roar, and he was answered by one hundred righteous Hexanagallion cries back, savage and ready. With a sudden burst of stillness, they had hit the soil of Kasius, their Axe-Head dropships opening up with a dramatic slowness. Their energy shields powered on, and their Xarkonian weapons held at the ready, over a thousand Reavers stormed the entrenchment with Krux at the fore, wielding a savage Battle Axe and blade-like Energy Buckler at his left. Little did he know, he was to be the first to meet this so called 'Kasius Resistance'.
@Sigma

Duranin
Approach vector

Javelin considered donning a persona for her mission on Duranin. They were useful tools, certainly. When operatives like Javelin assumed a persona, no amount of torture or psionic probing couold pierce through the intensive psycho-conditioning that masked their true nature. On the downside, adopting a persona so thoroughly could make it difficult to disengage. More than one operative had suffered complications over the years, and become so convinced of their assumed identities that they were no longer useful.

Ultimately, Javelin decided against assuming a full persona, deeming it unnecessary. She would rely on more primitive espionage tools; a good old fashioned disguise and cover story. She selected an appropriate one: Sarah O’Connor, rogue trader and dashing ruffian. Javelin opened up a storage container in her ship’s hold and began assembling Sarah’s gear; A long, patched overcoat, two gleaming Delvon F9 pistols, a liberal application of grime, and a wide brimmed hat completed the ensemble. Javelin’s fingers briefly caressed a massive sniper rifle on one wall of the cargo container, but she turned away. It was not the kind of weapon any civilian would have reason to carry around.

With her ship set in auto-defence mode in a vaguely secure landing field, Javelin set off into the city, such as it was. Duranin was an example of how the Commonwealth abused its ‘colonial’ worlds. Not the worst example; Javelin didn’t see any work animals pulling carts, but still not a pretty place. Air cars were few and far between; groundcars were far more common, mostly powered by miniaturized fission reactors, but some belched smoke and exhaust, evidence of internal combustion engines. The great skyscrapers of the city were largely empty and beginning to crumble. Abandoned storefronts and warehouses were everywhere, the bones of a dying world. The people were quiet, sullen even, and largely kept to themselves, backs bent, eyes lowered.

Javelin had access to the latest census data for Duranin, incomplete as it was, so she knew approximately where to look for James Gallagher. She made her way by groundcar to his last reported residence. It was empty, of course, because nothing was ever easy. So Javelin began checking bars and pubs. While massive taxes and rampant exploitation had crushed just about every local industry on Duranin, interstellar megacorps were the main source of income for the average Duranin resident. Without the protection of citizenship, residents could expect miserable pay and atrocious working conditions. Regardless, booz was something that always sold well.

It didn’t take her too long to track down Gallagher. She asked after him at a handful of establishments, under the pretense he owed her money. Soon enough, she discovered he was a shift manager at the local branch of one of the interstellar corps and she made her way to the work site. His office was empty, but a thorough investigation uncovered a hidden door behind his closet. Then the irony tinge of blood hit her nostrils. Something was wrong. Within the hidden storage room the sight was a bloody on. James Gallagher, or at least what remained of him, had spilled his innards over most of the floor. A trail of blood leading from the entrance to the far end of the room where his body lay implied he’d crawled, or been dragged, after his assailant first attacked. A charred and gaping hole in his lower leg spoke of a shot being fired, and it corresponded with a neat hole in floor by the entrance, but that wasn’t nearly enough to explain the viscera spread around him. There was a gash over his stomach from where his innards had spilled out, and by the location of his intestines it looked like it’d been inflicted halfway through his desperate escape.

The rest of him didn’t look much better. A boot mark indicated his throat had been crushed just so, enough for him to breath but so that he’d be incapable of speech. His arms bore similar gashes to his stomach, but ones that conveniently avoided his arteries in favour of muscles, some of which hung off him. The man was a ruin, but the grotesqueries inflicted upon him spoke of a particular kind of murderer. Whoever did this had enjoyed it, relished it enough that they’d taking care to sustain the man’s suffering as long as possible. Beyond that though, it was precise. Not many knew where a man could suffer cuts like those and live for long enough to see the look in his eyes, and most of those that did were either waiting for their executions or on government payroll in the more unsavoury states of the galaxy.

The surrounding room had been ransacked, but not totally. The racks around the room were empty, and the computers left were slag, but Gallagher’s corpse and everything he was carrying had been left untouched. That was a mistake. Javelin quickly rifled through Gallagher’s clothing and found a scrap of paper, ‘Darin, 13, old Pestroyka warehouse’, There was a date as well; tomorrow evening. How convenient. Javelin gave the storage room another sweep to make sure she hadn’t missed anything, then set off, sealing the hidden area behind her. This was an interesting development, but her priorities hadn’t necessarily changed. Besides, if someone was looking to eliminate members of Talon, they’d certainly show up at the scheduled meeting. Two birds with one stone then. Javelin almost smiled. She certainly appreciated efficiency.

Udena, Collective Fringe Systems.


Captain Suburov, of the 900th Black Banner Assault regiment, watched as his men finished unloading the small cargo ship they had managed to slip into Collective space. They had but a small shipment of weapons and supplies with them. Only enough to "give the locals a taste" as General Bocanegra had put it.

The Totalists had landed their craft in an out of the way part of the planet. Amid some ruined township too small and worthless to garner any kind of meaningful attention by the Collective forces. The coordinates had been sent by the local rebels, one of the many cells contacted by the Ministry of Peace in preparation for Operation 093-B/10.

"Sir!" One of his soldiers called through the comm. "We are detecting movement in our sensors. Must be our contacts."

Suburov smiled beneath his mask. As soon as this was done with he could get away from this hellhole of a planet. He would probably return very soon anyway, but then he would be merely another soldier among the billions in the ranks of the army. Much safer in his opinion, he accessed the sensor data on his helmet HUD and moved towards the path of the oncoming contacts.

"Form up troops, let's get this over with already." He ordered, and soon the black armored troops assumed a parade formation behind him.

From the distance a rusted, barely held together heap of an armored truck was on approach to the rendezvous point as it kicked up a trail of sand in its wake, passing through the ruined town's gates, slowly coming to a stop near the center, where the Captain and his men were waiting.

The armored truck soon came to a halt in front of the cargo ship, several armed aliens stepping out from the truck's hold, and two humans stepping out from the driver and passenger seats. One of the humans was a man in his fifties, and was dressed in fine military attire, and certainly was more finely dressed then his rather ragged and rough compatriots.

The more finely dressed man approached the Captain, hands behind his back. He then extended his left hand towards the captain with a wide smile, despite the rather intimidating armor. "General Walt Tarson of the Epsilon Division."

Captain Suburov lifted the face mask of his helmet, revealing a generic faced man with several vibrant red scars coming from his neck into his cheeks anc chin and a pair of cybernetic eyes, rather tame by Black Banner standards.

"Captain Astanas Suburov, Totalist Army." He smiled back in a passable English, shaking the General's hand. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I belie you must be eager to get this business over with."

The General nodded with a slight chuckle. "Correct, my friend, won't be too soon before they know." he paused as he loosened his grip. "I'm rather surprised you managed to bypass the Collective's Sensor Network, very impressed."

"The Directorate of Sciences has been working on ways to fight the Collective ever since they first hit us." Suburov replied as he turned towards the ship, motioning for the rebels to follow him. "From what I've heard they've got a couple more surprises in store for the big push."

The Captain led them to one of the metal crates, shouting for a nearby soldier to open in in Newspeak.

"Unfortunately the ship couldn't carry a lot of cargo. "So you will have to make this count." He turned to the General, handing him a pistol from the crate. "We got several more of these ships equipped to evade their sensors, but you shouldn't expect enough supplies to take on the Collective yourself. Though we will try to bring the things your personnel asked for during our talks."

The General observed the pistol, and couldn't help be grin like an idiot, enjoying every detail. "Haven't seen such a fine weapon in years, we often had to loot or craft our own crudely made weaponry." General Tarson continued to observe every detail. After he was done enjoying himself, he handed the weapon to one of his subordinates, he turned his attention back to Captain Suburov. "You're right, the Collective has some nasty surprises in store for you." he paused for a moment and then continued. "The Collective have all sorts of expriements going on on Agnois, we once kept tabs on such projects, but...they set loose their abominations on us, nothing like what we previously fought."

Tarson sighed deeply, and looked to the captain once more. "All I can say is this, the Collective have been holding out on us, the deeper you go in their domain, the more experimental the Machines will get."

"We aren't exactly holding back either, General." Suburov smiled at him. "And we got a trick or two in our sleeve. Besides, from what I've heard, the vultures around the Collective have finally smelled the stink and are moving in to get their share of these planets while the robots are distracted. Every day that passes is a day that the Collective gains a new enemy." He chuckled. "We will win this, with your help. Even though some within the State would prefer to fight the Collective alone."

General Tarson smiled once more, and once again extended his hand. "Some of my people aren't exactly trusting of you folk, but whatever happens, I'm glad to have you to fight by our side, we'll finally be free of those infernal machines once and for all. So we'll take whatever help we'll get."

You don't have any other choice went unsaid as Suburov ordered his men to help the rebels load up the truck.

"We will enter in contact with you soon General." He said. "As soon as we secure another safe channel we will be able to maintain regular contact." Suburov then handed the General a small book. "This has been specially developed for this campaign. It's a book filled with codes and cryptography information. Our people will start using these codes from now on and I suggest you do the same."

"Much appreciated, Captain." The General said as he took the book. "We'll have our forces adapt to the book's instructions, by the time you arrive, we'll be ready."

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Udena
High Orbit
One Month Later



The Day has finally arrived, after weeks of preparations, the Udenan Rebels were bracing themselves for the arirval of the Totalist Invasion Fleet, thw fleet jumping in the system had caught the attenion of the Collective as they had amassed their own fleet to repeal the totalists. Over a thousand Collective Ships sat in orbit of Udena, ready to begin the first battle of the campaign.

The massive Totalist Armada, outnumbering the Collective defenders by a margin of 1.5, assumed battle formations quickly. Concentrating their forces around the two Floating Fortresses that acted as command centers of the fleet. In several other of the Fringe Systems, Totalist fleets of varied sizes were also launching their own attack. The plan called for the Collective forces to be overwhelmed by multiple attacks all through the front, not all of them would succeed. But as far as Totalist doctrine was concerned, one or two breakthroughs would be enough to seize the initiative in the sector.

The Collective Ships in orbit moved into defense formations, the numerous corvette and frigate class ships forming into square formations, protection the templeships, carriers and the lone Command Ship. All the while, said ships unleash swarms of thousands upon thousands of fighter drones, all of whom formed a hollow sphere around the entirety of the defense fleet.

The Totalist fleet unleashed its own strike craft as the ships moved closer to the Collective fleet. While they closed in, a smaller section of the fleet moved out of the larger formation, heading along the edges of the system to outmaneuver the Collective forces while the bulk of the Totalist ships drove on to catch their attention.

Reacting to the closely approaching Totalist ships, the Collective fighter drones scattered, all converging on the large gathering of Totalist vessels, soon the rest of the fleet soon followed.

The Totalist strike craft did not take the bait, instead remaining around their fleet and the cover of their guns and point defense weapons. Meanwhile, the second force continued to move around the edges of the system. Changing their course slightly to take the Collective from the rear.

The Collective Fleet, within visual range of the Totalist ships, begun their attack, the drone strike craft making their advanced towards the enemy fleet, pressing on despite thousands of them were destroyed in droves by PD turrets and enemy fighters, the first screen wave soon followed afterward, the smaller capital ships scattering and had attempted to to encircle the enemy fleet, all the while, the main group provided fire ship via missiles and long range plasma beams.

The Totalist formation shifted and grew more scattered as the ships engaged the first enemy wave to stop their encirclement. Fighters shifted their focus solely to the enemy drone fighters while bombers targeted the enemy ships closest to them. The two Floating Fortresses focused their fire on taking down enemy capital ships with their long range guns while the rest of the main fleet engaged the first wave. Then the rest of the Totalist fleet struck from the rear.

Hundreds of ship were lost in the encirclement, those few that had survived, had begun to fire everything they had against the Totalist fleet, missiles, directed energy weapons, all of it. The drone fighters, bombers and interceptors proceeded to fight their organic counterparts within the totalist fleet itself, a dangerous game of survival for the pilots of the Totalist strike craft, as they both had to contend with relentless collective drone craft, and avoid any deadly collisions with friendly capital ships.

However, the battle was turning in their favor as the Totalists sprung their trap upon the Collective. As their second battle group assault the main command group from the rear, the Command Ship and its escort now under heavy fire on both sides.

The battle had taken its toll on the Totalist fleet, though not as bad as the Collective's. And as the most damaged ships withdrew from the battle to the relative safety of the edge of the system, the Totalist fleet unleashed its full might against the Collective command ship. From the smallest fighter cannon to the largest caliber railgun of the Floating Fortresses.

Before long, the Command ship's shields gave in from the unrelenting assault, the ship breaking apart from the continued barrage. The AI aboard retreating back to Udena to prepare for the ground war. Soon the Collective fleet was in chaos, some in retreat, while others power down.

With the battle in space won the Totalists pressed forward. Making emergency repairs and clearing up the bodies from their battle stations, the Totalist ships moved on into Udena's orbit as smaller squadrons were detached to hunt down the remaining Collective ships and destroy the powerless husks just in case.

It was then that the Totalist transport ships warped into the system and as they did so, the Totalists sent the signal for the rebels to act. Striking against Collective positions all across the planet just as the fleet in orbit did the same, obliterating targets wherever the rebels couldn't strike or simply weren't worth capturing. Several more ships were damaged or destroyed by planet-bound weapons, but without the support of their own fleet these installations were quickly dealt with by the combined Totalist firepower and rebel forces.

With the Floating Fortresses in position, the first wave of the Totalist vanguard was unleashed as thousands of dropships carrying the Black Banner divisions streamed into the planet. Landing in pre-planned positions either under rebel control or cleared by orbital bombardment.

The AI who had been given command over the Ude System had fled back to his fortress situated in the Northern Polar regions on the planet, a structure similar in design of the Divine Citadel on Agonis, if a bit smaller in size. Deep in the core, the AI manifested in his physical form, a generic-looking humanoid shell emerging from a wall, hooked to a large devise, the body soon sparked with life as it leapt down to the ground. The once dark circular room was lit ablaze as a large holo-map of the planet formed in the center. "Lord Magnus will not be pleased..." the Machine spoke. "No matter, I will deal with these pests before word spreads."

Meanwhile, the Totalist forces on the ground continued to expand their areas of control with support from the fleet as the Floating Fortresses shifted some of their fire to the assumed location of the enemy headquarters. Based on intel from the rebels and sensor and transmission readings coming from the northern pole. Meanwhile, the troop transports carrying the bulk of the Totalist forces designated to the operation in Ude had now finally received clearance to land on the planet. Mostly inside whatever strip of land was suitable for landing and wasn't under Collective control.

The Udena Citadel came under heavy fire as the orbiting Totalist fleet bombarded the Northern Polar Regions, the shields protecting the large structure giving in as the salvos penetrated the structure itself, walls and cellings came crashing down all around the AI Commander.

As the bombardment of the Citadel intensified, the first Totalist units disembarked in the area, just outside of the Citadel's range. These troops would start to prepare the groundwork for the planned assault, establishing the necessary logistical and support infrastructure.

Meanwhile all across the planet, Totalist and rebel forces with generous orbital support overcame the Collective defenders. And as the weeks passed and more and more of Udena was liberated, the Totalist build-up in the North Pole was going at full steam.

Finally, after almost a month of constant bombardment and preparation the Totalists launched their assault on the Citadel. Conventional doctrine would suggest simply destroying the facility. But General Bocanegra was under direct orders from the Generalissimo himself to make sure to salvage whatever technology and intel she could from the Collectivists. The fact that she had opted to precede her assault on the enemy hq, which intelligence assumed would be a treasure trove for the Totalists, with a month long orbital bombardment would not earn her points with High Command. But she was willing to bet that her performance in the rest of the battle would make up for it.

Even after all the preparation, the Collectivists still managed to put up an admirable fight considering their circumstances. Shredding the penal battalions and rebel troops used as the first wave. Nevertheless, the correlation of forces was simply too lopsided for the battle to end in any other way. And after a week and half fighting amid half-ruined buildings, Captain Suburov raised the battle flag of the 900th regiment alongside the Totalist White Arrows in Black at the top of the last remaining tower.

Mop up operations would last a few more weeks, but for all intents and purposes the system was in Totalist hands..