The circle around the landship kept holding strong. The landship's cannons, when they shot the swarm, tore large holes through it, killing many of the creatures with the big explosion from the shells it fired. The flak guns, that would normally be used for anti-aircraft were extra effective against the compact, large swarms of the creatures, because of the large explosion radius of the flak warheads they were firing. Despite their size, the creatures seemed pretty weak against the many bullets and explosive ordnace the infantry, mechanized vehicles, and landship fired, and they were often dealt with swiftly and effectively. Then however, an a large part of an entire platoon of infantry stationed at the same point along the line had to reload at the same time, and thus the vehicles around it were unable to deal with the massive swarms of the enemy coming from both the front and the side and slaughtering the platoon of soldiers. After the initial breach in the line was made, all hell broke loose. The Khaganate's armies preferred mobile combat, but they couldn't use such a strategy against the massive swarms of the enemy. Mechanized vehicles drove randomly in a desperate attempt to get the best position to fire at the swarm, some even colliding into eachother. Small groups of infantrymen with IFVs tried to attack as many creatures as possible, and several commanders that were present on the battlefield tried to bring order to the chaos, to no avail. In the landship, the emergency warning system was set to red alert, and sirens blared and red lights flashed as men and women frantically gathered their weapons and combat gear to prepare for the eventual boarding of the landship. Meanwhile the landship cannons happily kept shooting away at the creatures as they emerged from the three giant holes, vaporizing many of them instantly and leaving behind only the mangled bodies and red blood of the aliens. The people in the bridge did not give any orders to change the aim of the cannons, as they could easily shoot the large groups of Khaganate infantry and vehicles that were now gathered around the landship. Despite the chaos, General Anderson was calmy talking with the Kurultai in her office, mostly oblivious to the carnage outside as her commanders commanded the battle.

James Maleski, now sergeant of his Task Force, Phalanx Alpha, was eating in Site 5's mess hall. He and Phalanx Alpha had been transferred to Site 5, a new site near the former eastern border of the Lanist Khaganate that had been built to be both closer to any new dangers discovered by the push into unclaimed territory, and also to be closer to the new factories the Autonomous Industrial Robots were building. He had been promoted to sergeant for his actions in eliminating the giant stink monster, and also resolving the situation with the strange omnipotent being that came from outer space in a green cylinder peacefully, rather than with its elimination. He had taken the daily meal from the food counter, which today happened to be chicken legs with potatoes and some vegetables, although it was either that or nutrition bars nearly every day. He was talking to his team, enjoying his meal while clad in the standard non-combat uniform of the Omega Order, a dark blue T-shirt with the Omega Order's symbol, the greek letter omega with a lightning, and camo pants, when the whole site's warning system was set to red alert. Phalanx Alpha immediately ran to their assigned briefing room, passing many other teams along the way. James could see members of AXE, Anti Xeno Echo, a squad-sized team specializing in combating extraterrestrial threats, running to their room. He also saw many of the other specialised teams that particular Omega Order Site had on duty at the moment. Phalanx Alpha was more of a general task force, not having any specialization, but they were so good at what they did they were easily sent out on missions when some other teams weren't available. As soon as the team reached its briefing room whatever, they were sent to a larger briefing room, where Site 5's commander was briefing both Phalanx Alpha and a lot of the other teams. "At 7 AM in the morning, the landship fleet of the newest landship encountered a massive swarm of creatures coming from three large holes in the ground." He said, as a large screen behind him showed the current territory of the Lanist Khaganate, and the location of the landship fleet right at the edge of the eastern border. "Phalanx Alpha and Doom Squad, you will be dropping on the landship, clearing out the hostiles and going inside to retrieve as many survivors as possible. Anvil Regiment, and Flaming Army, you will come from the North and flank the swarm. We have intel General Nurzhan is already coming from the south to help out the landship fleet. That will be all" James and Phalanx Alpha immediately made their way to the armory, were a whole bunch of shiny new weapons were waiting for them. Phalanx Alpha had been assigned to test out the new GS-1 Power Suit, a suit of extremely advanced, green power armor, with an orange visor at the helmet. The team picked up their weapons and gear and went to their dropship, which was also new, because they were in a new Site. After completing the necessary pre-flight checks James could see many other dropships taking of as well. He saw the Anvil regiment driving off in their vehicles, MBTs and IFVs, and the Flaming Army taking of in their helicopters, as they were an air support unit. After what seemed to be an hour of flying, they finally reached the landship fleet, seeing that it was already heavily damaged. He and his team waited a few seconds, and then jumped out the vehicle, knowing they would arrive safely because of anti-kinetic landing technology in their boots meaning they didn't need a parachute to drop.

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"Very well. I'll gladly send you some latest equipment of the Republic in pursuing the Yahupi Confederacy for the national prosperity. Also, the Resident General will be committed and arrived to your capital soon in a given advice on how to modernize the country. Listen to him closely and choosing a right choice will made a progress of your nation, but as long as the people aren't pro-traditionalists or anti-modernization of course." taught by Veilletes Ambassador while orderly placed his documents into his file bag.

In the meantime, we're currently lacked a field of our doctrine, the land military and thus unable to send a margin forces to seize control of those islands. So don't expect a sizable reinforcements from the Republic and only given a small allocation of troops by 25,000 volunteering infantrymen to the colonial front, excluded the navy and the airforce." Told by the Veilletes Ambassador about their army standing.

"Lastly and before I'll return to an office of ministry, if you need more fighting capabilities against the natives, there was some mercenary contracts from Alfieq's Army that I do bring along during this negotiation trip, where foreign paid soldiers are willingly to fight for food and money in return of their military services. So, if you need more manpower, you may ask the Resident General to set the contracts for those AA mercenaries to combat against the Yahupi, but as long as your economy might've able to sustain that long enough to defeat them before crashing down... All right, that's all I could've asked for, and see you in the next diplomatic event." said by the Veilletes Ambassador explaining about Alfieq's Army MERC contracts before he packing up and leave the capital.

The Ambassador nodded. "Acknowledged." he said to him. The ambassador sighed once he was gone. "I sure hope I have done good..." he muttered to himself, thinking about what will happen to the Federation in the future. The Veilletes Republic would be a good Ally to the Federation, though this Modernization process will likely take a good amount of time, plenty of land to Modernize in the Federation.

The Ambassador sent a letter to the Commander and his associates about what the Ambassador has managed to work out with the Veilletes Ambassador. Once he arrives at the capital he can see that is large and grand, and many people here seem to live a 'lavish' life style in luxury. Though he and his associates are met up by a few officers and soldiers who show them the way to the Commander's building, named the 'Laxion Building'. Named after one of the great warriors who fought against the Yahupi when they invaded and enslaved his tribe, he survived and managed to foil some of their invasion plans, but unfortunately he was killed by a lone Yahupi soldier a few years ago.

In the Laxion building the Veilletes Ambassador and his associates are met by the Commander's guards who are in black and white military uniforms. These guards inform the Veilletes Ambassador and his people that a meeting is scheduled soon. Once the meeting starts a little while later they are taken down a hallway and to the right. 2 big double doors, in very elegant style are entered on through. Inside is a large round table. The Commander and his associates were there along with a few advisors. Guarding the doors to another room were 3 guards.

The people sitting at the table looked at the Veilletes Ambassador and his associates as they sat down at seats they were directed to. The Sub Commander, Charles Backhouse took a sip of a glass of water before clearing his throat.

"So...about this 'modernization' process? How do you invision this process to begin?" he asked, politely.

(I hope I am not overstepping my creative freedom here.)

The construction of a small, village-sized colony has been completed. 20 housings now dot the landscape claimed by the UFO fleet. In addition, there seems to be a larger structure in the center of the colony. It is a gargantuan, pure white rectangle with no visible windows and seems to have no entrance. The building phase is done for now.

Now, it is time to make it more habitable.

A green forcefield covers the claimed area, beginning just at the edge of the claimed surface.

All of the aliens go inside as a sudden heatwave envelops the claimed area. Soon all the grass, plants, trees and anything else green starts to sear and burst into flames. The rectangular structure faintly glows red during this event.
After every bit of grass and other plantlife has been burned, UFOs colored a dark red fly around at a steady pace while shining down a bright orange beam down at the ground from the bottom part of the UFO, the dirt is converted to a reddish brown dust, like that on the surface of Mars, only it is more vibrant and there is a bright red fog covering the ground. Soon the entire claimed area is converted into a Martian landscape, and the heatwave cools down to the temperature of the surface of Mars. The gravity is also changed to exactly how it is on Mars, and the atmosphere slowly begins to morph, like almost everything else, into how it is on Mars.

The forcefield seems to retain the conditions inside the colony and keep them from changing, even the gravity.
Now, it feels a bit more like home.

Most of the UFOs pass through the forcefield and fly off back into space to never be seen again. Only a fraction of the UFOs remain, and they go up to the rectangular structure. A small panel opens up as the UFOs enter it in a single file line. Just as the last one goes through the panel closes up seamlessly.

Now everything is set up.

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"Very well. I'll gladly send you some latest equipment of the Republic in pursuing the Yahupi Confederacy for the national prosperity. Also, the Resident General will be committed and arrived to your capital soon in a given advice on how to modernize the country. Listen to him closely and choosing a right choice will made a progress of your nation, but as long as the people aren't pro-traditionalists or anti-modernization of course." taught by Veilletes Ambassador while orderly placed his documents into his file bag.

In the meantime, we're currently lacked a field of our doctrine, the land military and thus unable to send a margin forces to seize control of those islands. So don't expect a sizable reinforcements from the Republic and only given a small allocation of troops by 25,000 volunteering infantrymen to the colonial front, excluded the navy and the airforce." Told by the Veilletes Ambassador about their army standing.

"Lastly and before I'll return to an office of ministry, if you need more fighting capabilities against the natives, there was some mercenary contracts from Alfieq's Army that I do bring along during this negotiation trip, where foreign paid soldiers are willingly to fight for food and money in return of their military services. So, if you need more manpower, you may ask the Resident General to set the contracts for those AA mercenaries to combat against the Yahupi, but as long as your economy might've able to sustain that long enough to defeat them before crashing down... All right, that's all I could've asked for, and see you in the next diplomatic event." said by the Veilletes Ambassador explaining about Alfieq's Army MERC contracts before he packing up and leave the capital.

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The Convoy Approaches near Lanist Khaganate waters.

The Diplomats of AA and Kronfurter has sent 3 unarmed transport ships along with a destroyer escorts for a daring return to a same area where the Kronfurter's Third Expeditionary Fleet and Force were recently once held in a dispute. They're all raised with an actual Alfieq's Army flag along with a fully white with a middle blue stripe as secondary to show their fleet was coming for a peaceful neutrality and not wishes to cause any further, deteriorated relations between the AA and Lanist Khaganate.

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Veilletes Ambassador's New Mission to Trogo Kingdom, from The Federation.

The Veilletes Ambassador has entered their own transport ship to set sail directly at the Trogo Kingdom for another unusual proposals in order for the Veilletes Republic to stay reverent and recognizable comparing to their bigger dissents, the Alfieq's Army whom only manage to contact one foreign nation at the moment.

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Alfieq's Army Expanded West to Integrate More People of a Former Empire.

Recently, Alfieq's Army has expanded its influences to their western parts of the territories. Nothing has much to explain about that time except 'to increase weapon productions' and 'to introduce a revolutionized military education' as told by one of the officers under Alfieq's Army military HQ.

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Canal Project continuing to work as planned.

The great Canal Project to link the island lake and the ocean was going all right at the moment. "This will ensure the economic flow for solely to bring ridiculously cheap materials and crash resources market all over the oceania like there's no tomorrow, as once it was completed that is." reported by Soldier #622.

"This is a Trogo Naval Service Patrol. Prepare to be searched under the Foreign Intervention Act. Acts of aggression will be not tolerated."

Eventually, the large colony ship finally made its way down to the specified landing site, and the people rushed out in a frenzy like it was Black Friday, but in reverse as they were dumping all of their supplies in designated plots, followed by construction bots rapidly building their new residences.

The shadow was looking out the window onto the scene below, sipping from a mug of coffee. He was already organizing a grand plan. After the housing was built, factories, plantations and mines would be set up in the surrounding areas. Preliminary scans of the surrounding area proved that the specific site on the planet was loaded with minerals and metals, crucial to the development of the area. As the advisors were filing back into the meeting room, he turned around and looked to them for the progress report.

A new businessman went first. "The economic projections are bright, boss. All is according to schedule, and we will be turning a profit very soon." After the shadow nodded the businessman returned to his seat.
The next person, a scientist and a mage, was brought to his attention. "I have detected evidence of other interdimensional powers that may interfere with our plans. I'm not sure we should proceed with this endeavor, especially if they prove hostile."
The original businessman piped out "I knew we should have sent the armada..."
While the shadow seethed at the insubordination of the original businessman, he waved the magic/scientific advisor's concerns away, and glared at the rest of the advisors, as if daring them to make another comment.
Then a military lieutenant nervously stood to attention. "Sir, the envoys are ready to make contact with the other nations."
The shadow, visibly calming down, spoke for the first time since they landed. "Good, send them on my command. They are adequately packed with goods, correct?"
The lieutenant announced "Yes, of course, sir." He swiftly marched out of the room and barked at nearby aides to get it done.

He then continued with his lecture.
"As I was saying beforehand, once we send our diplomatic envoys and set up a local industry, it is in our best interests to initiate trade with the lesser powers peacefully. In the meantime, we should build up our military defenses, make sure that the other interdimensional powers don't mess with us. Any more questions?"
As the shadow darkly stared into the souls of the advisors, they were cowed enough to not argue any further. After the moment had passed he had returned to his normal self, clapping his hands. "Good! Meeting adjourned."

The advisors all got down on a knee and put both clenched fists above their heads, pointing to the shadow. In unison, they bellowed "Glory to Shupoli!" They proceeded to march out of the room, with the shadow following quickly after, grinning.

Once he had returned to his office, he gave the order to launch the diplomatic and trade envoys. Great, lumbering treasure airships, loaded with manufactured goods, soared toward the other powers, with peaceful intentions but also shielded to protect from danger.

It was quiet over at the Martian Colony, a group of five Martians can be seen moving towards the rectangular structure. They move like octopuses, gliding along the rocky, misty surface of the colony ground. If anyone had seen it, they would have thought it was eerie, but oddly graceful. It's almost like each tentacle has a mind of it's own. The two Martians in front start to converse.

"We have built enough multi-purpose civilian housings to contain all 300 members of this colony, but I am unsure of what we will do next."

It's tone is completely flat, it's voice doesn't raise or lower at all during the whole time it was speaking.

"Our advisors have said we have to establish contact with other human colonies, or "nations" as they are called."

Their voices are exactly alike, and it still has the same, unchanging tone.

"I assume we will send a small group of our spacecraft to other nations."

"That assumption is correct. We will send one group at a time."

"Why are we sending only one group at a time?"

"To not overwhelm the researchers at the main research tower."

"I understand. I assume we will be telling the rest about our advisor's commands."

"That assumption is not correct, we will be onboard one of the spacecraft. Our advisors have already told it to the researchers at the main research tower."

"What is our task?"

"We shall be the ones collecting data, mainly about human behavior."

"I understand"

The group arrives at the rectangular structure, which they seem to call "The Main Research Tower." As they reach the tower, a large panel in the front of the building opens up, revealing a white hallway which ends in a circular room that has strange mechanical elements incorporated into it. The room, which is white with dark green lines going in a vertical direction, is perfectly symmetrical on each half apart from what looks to be a keypad on the right side of the wall. The group enters as the panel closes behind them, and they step into the center of the circular room.

"I much prefer this teleportation technology over elevator technology, do you agree, Eirora?" It says while inputting the numbers 0012 onto the keypad-like device located on only one side of the room.

"Yes."

After the other Martian presses another button, the lines on the walls glow intensely green as the wall starts spinning. The spinning gradually increases speed as a whirring, energetic noise fills the hallway and the ears of the Martians. Suddenly, in a bright, electric flash of green, the group disappears and the spinning slows down to a halt.

In another part of the building, a bright flash of green light bombards the surrounding area with a lime tint before the group suddenly materializes in another circular room, exactly like that of the one they just entered. The teleporter that the Martians came through leads to a (surprise surprise) white landing bay. This particular day it is silent, it usually is filled with the sound of ships landing, taking off, and being repaired. The group makes their way to a silver UFO with a single neon green, vertical light fixed around it's perimeter. A ramp opens and extends to the floor as a blinding white light shines from the entryway. The crew of 5 promptly enters the UFO as the ramp closes up behind them.

The UFO slowly hovers up into the air as one of the walls slides upwards and opens into the outside. As soon as it is completely open the UFO almost instantly accelerates to speeds comparable to a jet and within a few minutes reaches the forcefield. The UFO doesn't stop at all and just passes through the field.

The UFO soars through the sky like a shooting star, flying in a perfectly straight line. It does not possess the grace that the Martians had when walking, in fact, it looks... unnatural. It looks like it is completely still, yet moving very fast. Almost like something out of a surreal dream. It slows down as it approaches the border of The Federation...

Gulls cries were the first major sound in the port as the men began to move at the navy pier of the southern port town. Tucked back in a bay, split by a narrow river the naval and civilian port as Camuleis was by no means a major institution or significant naval center. But it was also by no means particularly small. Housing both the local command for the Guaârde fo Coât – the coast guard – and the Armee Màrine – the military marine – it would have been, if half the infrastructure were not military be large enough to be a significant commercial port. That would be too if there was any commercial reason for it to be used as such.

As it largely stood, the civilian and military uses of the port was divided by almost half a kilometer's worth of open water and a large yellow brick and plaster surface wall that had to have at least been raised during the years of the Revolution. Its ramparts capped by a roof that was less for safety and more for decoration, a sheet of eloquent moss-covered red ceramic shingles. For its utilitarian purpose, it helped to shield the parked yachts, speed boats, pontoons, small fishing boats, and other civilian-use craft from the larger wakes of the military's docked armaments and the base's own garrison.

While the sun was only a bare suggestion on the horizon, the rosy fingers of dawn slinking back to give way to the golden sheet of morning, the silver white glow of the base-side lights still shown in the waking light as the garrison at the base rolled into action. Of particular focus in the operations on shore was the large, mid-sized warship tied down at birth, its massive arm-width mooring lines groaning at the shifting weight of the bobbing warship as a bridge was extended to its deck and loading craned spun to life to begin the process of outfitting it for its coming mission.

Pallets packed tightly with boxes of ammunition, rations, and spare equipment were hoisted up into the air to be lowered down with a gentle thud on the gray deck of the warship. Attending sailors in their dark navy-blue pants sans-culottes, bright orange helmets, and puffy sleeved cotton shirts worked around the loaded pallets, thrusting jacks into them and hauling them off to cargo lifts. On the bridge the active crew boarded, with their rifles secured at their backs with their personal bags and heavy duffel bag in one hand. With a raise of the hand, they tipped their wide-brimmed hats to an on deck officer who saluted them as they stepped onboard.

“What's the details on the mission?” asked an officer, standing over a table. The table itself was a large computer monitor showing a map of the area south of the capital and cutting off just below the extant colonial provinces. Several stacked napkins on the side of the screen protected it from a coffee cup steaming on the edge.

The conference room was sparse, save for the broad windows that looked out at the loaded scene outside the office. The open shutters letting in the cool morning ocean air, with its smell of salt and oil and the sounds of the harbor outside. The shouting of men, beeping of machines, and the slow steady alarm of the lifts and cranes in use being let into the briefing.

“The missing vessel last checked in on its radio 28 hours after leaving port,” a commanding sailor said, “At the coordinates of 100 South, 300 West. It was a commercial freighter, so everyone saw it leave port. Its disappearance at sea fits a pattern of disappearance from pirate-related activity from Donsiclia.

“Donsiclia, which is still recovering from a major civil war following a coup has not had the resources or time apparently to ever crack down. Because of the tentative instability of the government, crime has been rampant and its been difficult. As such, it's particularly understandable.”

“Commander Delecoix, if I didn't know better I would say you're sympathetic.” a third officer said, laughing before he drank a cup of warm tea.

The three men in the room were officers in the navy. As such they had foregone the ruffled sleeved white shirt of the common mariner. They wore long coats instead, fastened tightly across the chests with silver or gold buttons. They were so blue as to be almost black, and the white collars that rose from the shoulders held the men's necks tight. The collars too came to a single lapel, that folded left across the breast, where the badges of rank were pinned.

Commander Delecoix cut a tall figure with broad shoulders. His wide thoughtful brow gave him a brutish demeanor that hid his empathetic intelligence. Both his complexion and his eyes were a light brown. “It's important to understand.” he said briskly, “We're not dealing with a race of barbarians, like the Yahupois or many of the others out west.”

“Might it be associated with them, now that you've raised that question?” asked the officer drinking tea. He was a boyish looking man, with a round chin and bright wild eyes. He smiled openly at the suggestion. Excited almost if so, but more smirking at the joke the thought was.

“Captain Gilliard.” Delecoix groaned, “No, it is not. I in fact don't see any particular reason to venture any further west than Zandor. Though should it turn out to be the case I would expect you to report back and let the international office handle it.” he said in a groan.

“So what sort of support can we expect to receive?” the other officer at the table asked. He leaned off of the screen and crossed his hands behind his back.

“Well intelligence is working on the ground to find any leads. If anyone might no of anyone and where they would go. The international office is trying to get the Donsiclimon government to throw us mercy and give us some chivalry. There hasn't been any updates to it when I received the mission report, so I doubt anything had changed. Either way, I will be forwarding any change in information to you on your hunt, Captain Gaspar.”

Captain – First Captain – Gaspar nodded. Tall, almost to the point of competing with Delecoix for height he was a thin reflective sort. He turned his eyes – light green, silvery and distant and seemingly aloof – back down to the table and looked down at it. “Right,” he began, reaching into his pocket for a tablet-like device. He captured control of the map and began, “To clarify with you, commander. What we have is a ship lost at these coordinates...” the map zoomed in to crop closer to the area in question. Leaving the coast in view and context a dot was placed far off the northern shore of Donsiclia, that stretch of land between the southern reach of Auclairé proper at the Deparmon fo Verde-Sümd and of the extant Deparmon Colonia Sain Sumogne.

From here the details of the coast were clearer, defined. The various bays, harbor, outcroppings, and mouths of the small rivers and streams that poured in from Donsiclia's rocky inland. “What sort of history do we have in any of the towns here?” Gaspar asked.

“It varies.” Delecoix answered him. “We have confirmed a few for pirate activity. In such cases we were able to scare them up. But this depends on how readily they can be identified. As always we need permission to actually enter and last the alert was given they were making headway on it. We are expecting a green light to enter by the time you arrive. I would advise you milk out the journey by some twenty-four hours just in case.”

“Understood.” Gaspar said.

“Oh, how I wish for the coup days of shelling them, no matter whose waters were whose.” Gilliard said, Gaspar's subordinate. He spoke in reference to the international response of the Donsicilian coup-turned revolution. The regional governments had banded together to attempt to coordinate a response to the abuses of the then government against its own people, and of certain revolutionary groups targeting the nation's minorities.

“This isn't then.” Delecoix told him, with a stern heavy tone.

“I know.” said Gilliard.

“So at the end of the day, we're not getting a lot of information?” asked Gaspar

“No, that's all up to you to find out, or for someone else. At the end of the day you're roll is to simply locate the ship physically, arrest or eliminate the pirates if need be, and bring the ship and its crew home. Supporting work will be done more-or-less third party and you'll be appraised of any changes.

“I've asked to outfit you with some equipment, if I may.” Delecoix began, he had his own tablet. Gaspar let him have control. The map was removed and a blue print render was brought out.

“You have on board in your equipment three new SW4 reconnaissance drones.” the commander said. On the screen an image of a rudimentary-looking airplane was projected. Its statistical specifications listed alongside he began to more-or-less recount them, “With a range of close to sixty kilometers, it can subsist on battery power for nine hours of constant flight. It broadcasts video feed at 4k resolution and can zoom in on a grapefruit at sea at 2200 meters. Its flight ceiling is 48 kilometers, and at two-and a half meters long and six wide it is small enough to appear on radar like a seabird. At 60 kilograms, most of the sailors in your crew should be able to care it.

“Its water tight and buoyant, if need be it can be launched from a catapult on deck or in the water. It can be controlled through broadcast to your usual consoles, or even handled through a VR headset by its pilot.”

“Impressive. Are we going to have anything else?”

“If you ever need to go online I've signed off a couple LOVs for you and your men. Same as always, boat them onto shore and drive around.” Delecoix said, “That's it.

“I've sent additional mission details to your email as well. This contains the target ship's designation and crew roster including names and photos. You'll be able to read up on the specification of the ship and its history. As you go, both you make sure to read it and use it if you feel anything is necessary in your ship briefing. Now, good luck, captains.”

The two stood straight, and gave their commander a slight bow. There was little need for ceremonial formality between them. With that, the briefing had come to a close and they headed out for their ship.

“I'll be honest.” Gilliard began, “I'm not excited for the mission. But I like the thought of those drones.”

“Have you re-certified for remote surveillance?” asked Gaspar.

“I'm sure I am. I'll have a look at the operations manual when we get on deck.”

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The Ambassador nodded. "Acknowledged." he said to him. The ambassador sighed once he was gone. "I sure hope I have done good..." he muttered to himself, thinking about what will happen to the Federation in the future. The Veilletes Republic would be a good Ally to the Federation, though this Modernization process will likely take a good amount of time, plenty of land to Modernize in the Federation.

The Ambassador sent a letter to the Commander and his associates about what the Ambassador has managed to work out with the Veilletes Ambassador. Once he arrives at the capital he can see that is large and grand, and many people here seem to live a 'lavish' life style in luxury. Though he and his associates are met up by a few officers and soldiers who show them the way to the Commander's building, named the 'Laxion Building'. Named after one of the great warriors who fought against the Yahupi when they invaded and enslaved his tribe, he survived and managed to foil some of their invasion plans, but unfortunately he was killed by a lone Yahupi soldier a few years ago.

In the Laxion building the Veilletes Ambassador and his associates are met by the Commander's guards who are in black and white military uniforms. These guards inform the Veilletes Ambassador and his people that a meeting is scheduled soon. Once the meeting starts a little while later they are taken down a hallway and to the right. 2 big double doors, in very elegant style are entered on through. Inside is a large round table. The Commander and his associates were there along with a few advisors. Guarding the doors to another room were 3 guards.

The people sitting at the table looked at the Veilletes Ambassador and his associates as they sat down at seats they were directed to. The Sub Commander, Charles Backhouse took a sip of a glass of water before clearing his throat.

"So...about this 'modernization' process? How do you invision this process to begin?" he asked, politely.

(I hope I am not overstepping my creative freedom here.)

Right at the Laxion Building on a certain meeting was held, the Resident General eloquently spoke about the steps on how to modernize a nation. But before he can do anything about it, he's going to have an introduction about himself as a Resident General.

"Don't be a little rash my good sir, as for which it is I, the Resident General. Also you can called me Darston for advising you, the leader of The Federation in a momentarily wits to becoming a newly acquired civilized nation in just like the rest of us by an accordance to our findings of the world." as the Resident General stood up and presented themselves at the meeting.

He'll then proceed the idea of government and social reforms.

"In order to become a better world of tomorrow my sir, you should have started with a most important key to get as many of your people to adapt. Social and Government Reforms are the first step. You can't simply sweep everything under a single rug with every introduced things that you find sir, as it takes time for everyone in your nation to slowly learned a new ways of becoming a newly modernized nation." told by the Resident General.

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The Veilletes Expeditionary Navy approaches at one of the island's strait in an aftermath of Veilletes - Federation treaty to acquired new colonial territories for expanding their free naval trade networks to the Veilletes Republic.

The armed forces of coming towards that said island consisted of at least 8 undefined warships in between a large class gap from destroyers to battleships, and 4 large armed transport ships containing at a minimum of 8,000 maritime infantrymen with a standard assault packages, along with a light amphibious vehicles that are suited for a naval invasion.



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"This is a Trogo Naval Service Patrol. Prepare to be searched under the Foreign Intervention Act. Acts of aggression will be not tolerated."

"Understood, you may inter-search the Veilletes diplomatic ship, but don't ruin anything inside alright?" said by the captain.

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Right at the Laxion Building on a certain meeting was held, the Resident General eloquently spoke about the steps on how to modernize a nation. But before he can do anything about it, he's going to have an introduction about himself as a Resident General.

"Don't be a little rash my good sir, as for which it is I, the Resident General. Also you can called me Darston for advising you, the leader of The Federation in a momentarily wits to becoming a newly acquired civilized nation in just like the rest of us by an accordance to our findings of the world." as the Resident General stood up and presented themselves at the meeting.

He'll then proceed the idea of government and social reforms.

"In order to become a better world of tomorrow my sir, you should have started with a most important key to get as many of your people to adapt. Social and Government Reforms are the first step. You can't simply sweep everything under a single rug with every introduced things that you find sir, as it takes time for everyone in your nation to slowly learned a new ways of becoming a newly modernized nation." told by the Resident General.

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Veilletes Expeditionary Navy has enroute to Yahupi Island.

The Veilletes Expeditionary Navy approaches at one of the island's strait in an aftermath of Veilletes - Federation treaty to acquired new colonial territories for expanding their free naval trade networks to the Veilletes Republic.

The armed forces of coming towards that said island consisted of at least 8 undefined warships in between a large class gap from destroyers to battleships, and 4 large armed transport ships containing at a minimum of 8,000 maritime infantrymen with a standard assault packages, along with a light amphibious vehicles that are suited for a naval invasion.



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"Understood, you may inter-search the Veilletes diplomatic ship, but don't ruin anything inside alright?" said by the captain.

The light-destroyer approaches. It appears to lack weapons, on the outside at least. The ship is very bleak looking. Flat sides with only a small painted emblem and bridge windows as a consolation for the grey paint. Probably designed to avoid radar detection.
The radio frequencies in the area are full of high-pitched static, jammed in essence.

The buzzing of small propellers can be heard amid the quiet sea. It's some sort of a large octocopter, about the size of a washing machine, but a lot more aerodynamic. It seems to be getting closer, much faster then that slow ship.

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The Convoy Approaches near Lanist Khaganate waters.

The Diplomats of AA and Kronfurter has sent 3 unarmed transport ships along with a destroyer escorts for a daring return to a same area where the Kronfurter's Third Expeditionary Fleet and Force were recently once held in a dispute. They're all raised with an actual Alfieq's Army flag along with a fully white with a middle blue stripe as secondary to show their fleet was coming for a peaceful neutrality and not wishes to cause any further, deteriorated relations between the AA and Lanist Khaganate.

As soon as the convoy reached the Khaganate Territorial Waters, a strip of ocean claimed by the Lanist Khaganate extending from the Khaganate's baseline that ran from the northern outpost on the fringe of the North Pole and the peninsula to its south, to the new southern area that had been recently claimed by the Lanist Khaganate, three massive creature-like ships slowly rose from the ocean to the sea surface around the convoy. They had a thick dark grey metal carapace with a rounded triangular front, attached to it was an relatively small main body with three long tentacles covered in many smaller metal plates for maximum flexibility. Beneath its carapace there were three stripes of light extending from the middle to the end. On either side of its main body that was attached to the carapace there were four spheres of blue light, possibly lamps. Two electric waterjet engines were attached behind these lights, proving extra thrust if the tentacles were to fail. These ships were the Naval Military Robot ships, modeled after massive alien creatures the Lanist Khaganate found on ocean planets that had been conquered by the Lanist Khaganate. They also had several cannons and missile launchers on their back, and as soon as the top of the carapace was fully out of the water the cannons pointed at the convoy. At the same time, the convoy and its escort received a radio message coming from the east, asking "Who are you and what do you want?"


General Arman Nurzhan, clad in a newer, better protected version of the bright yellow power armor he had used in the western beach incident, having been sent to lead the relief force coming from the southern border of the Khagnate to help out the landship fleet, was standing on a hilltop, overseeing the battle between the fleet and the alien horde coming from three holes to the east. They had come as quickly as they could, but it may have been too late as he already saw that the swarm had broken through the line around the landship that was supposed to be there, and upon getting binoculars he could even see some of the creatures were getting onto the landship. Nevertheless, their arrival was entirely unknown to the alien swarm, and they were getting ready to attack them as soon as possible. Artillery was setting up on the hills, tank squads were preparing an assault, and long-range air support was on its way from the southern border. General Nurzhan had already ordered some of the combat engineers, equipped with quick-build tools using nanotechnology, to start building some fortifications to observe the battle from a distance as he liked it. Arman and his commanders waited a bit more, watching the battlefield for the right moment to strike, when General Nurzhan spotted a small group of tanks and infantry right next to the landship that had regrouped and was pushing the aliens once again, growing bigger every minute as they helped free their surrounded comrades. General Nurzhan yelled "Attack!" and the great thunder of guns of an organized assault began once again. The artillery that had set themselves up on the hill began firing first, taking out a vast amount of aliens in the swarm in front of the new group of soldiers, and reducing the amount of creatures that were attempting to board the landship to effectively zero. Then the tank squads and IFVs rolled forwards, flanking the alien creatures and taking them out easily as artillery cut out a path for them in the swarm. Planes flew overhead, their engines roaring as they dropped their missiles and bombs near the giant holes, closing one of them entirely because of the sheer amount of explosions that were destroying it. There was no surrender. The aliens, incapable of thought but feeding, killing and defending their territory that apparently consisted of the large holes in the ground, did not really understand what was happening at all, and so were easily slaughtered by the many soldiers of the Khaganate.

General Nurzhan himself lead a small group of men wearing the same power armor as he into the battlefield. He had developed this power armor from the original experimental version, and had given this to some of the best infantrymen he know were serving in the region where he had command. He was going to board the landship and rescue its crew. The group of eleven soldiers ran towards it, taking out the creatures along the way as he searched for a small emergency exit that he knew of because he had been given a tour of the landship by General Anderson when she came to visit the southern border he was fortifying to mock him of because she had been given command of a landship fleet and he hadn't. This would prove to be General Anderson's salvation however. As soon as they found the emergency exit they simply kicked the door in, being able to do it due to the utter weight and strength of the power armor. When they all entered the landship they were immediately greeted by a full hallway of aliens, but gunned them down with remarkable ease.

The fall from the dropship was long, but finally Phalanx Alpha and Doom Squad had arrived, and they landed right on top of the bridge. Knowing it was one of their only options, James went to the windows at the front of the bridge and simply broke it by kicking it, being able to destroy the bulletproof window because of the GS-1 Power Suit they were wearing. To their disbelief, the bridge was completely full, and all the crew that were supposed to be there were present. He had expected there to be an evacuation but didn't see anything when they were still outside.
"Who are you and what are you doing here? You probably do not even have permission to be in here" A man said. This had to be the captain of the landship James concluded from the look of his uniform.
"We are from OO, we were sent here to help you." James replied.
"The crew of the landship is already holding back the alien menace, however," Jord Artac said, deep in thought because he forgot something that was wrong "General Anderson is still down there. The aliens had already taken over the lower levels of the landship and I want you to check if she's okay."
"Understood." James replied, and they went to the nearest elevator, going straight to the level where they knew the general's office was located. As soon as the elevator arrived, Phalanx Alpha was met by a lot of aliens standing in the corridor. The task force slowly advanced towards where the general's office was supposed to be. They pushed forward, shooting the enemy in front of them, while using flamethrowers to clear out the bodies they left behind. Doom Squad had taken another route, and was now fighting the enemies in the front of the landship while Phalanx Alpha was fighting the aliens in the middle.

General Katie Anderson had been inside of her office during the entire battle, letting her commanders direct the battle while she was talking with the Kurultai. General Nurzhan had already left because he had to help the landship fleet. What she did not know however, was that the landship had been boarded by the alien creatures as she had given the specific order to her commanders and landship crew not to disturb her while she was meeting with the Kurultai. Then, she heard thumping on the thick metal door to her office, and she immediately suspected what was going on outside. She was wearing nothing but her general's uniform consisting of a white shirt, a green jacket with four stars on the shoulder, signifying her rank, and a green knee-length skirt. The only weapon she had was a pistol, given to her in the case of an assault on the landship. She aimed it at the door, and then at least a dozen of the aliens burst through it as they broke the door. She started shooting them but was soon overwhelmed and driven to a corner, where she could smell the stench of the aliens as one of them turned back its arm, preparing for a final blow. She closed her eyes preparing for her death, when the weight of the creature abruptly dissapeared. She opened her eyes again, and standing on front of her were 10 people in dark green suits of power armor, busy clearing out the aliens. Suddenly, a man with white hair clad in yellow walked through the door, and she recognized General Nurzhan. Arman helped her to her feet, but to her relief didn't say anything snarky about what had happened.

Eventually the Anvil Regiment and Flaming Army Omega Order task forces came from the north, surprising the alien creatures once again. Both task forces crushed the alien swarm between the Task Forces and General Nurzhan's relief force, and drove many of the alien creatures straight into the relief army, completely destroying most of the swarm. Both the relief force, OOTFs and the remainder of the landship fleet then drove the alien swarm back to their holes, where they kept them at bay until a thermonuclear bomb was brought in from a storage depot inside the original Khaganate's borders. All of the Khaganate's forces withdrew to a safe distance, and the bomb was ignited, completely destroying the holes and the alien hives within. So ended the Battle of the Eastern Frontier.

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The battle for the Trafal authority buildings is over. The rebels staked out longer then expected, supplies must have been stashed in the buildings beforehand. This will have consequences for the personnel at the facility.
Temporary offices have been erected until the decimated buildings are renovated.

The army learned new things. They hope to improve for the next battle.

The local state Trafal police force is to be severely punished, its force is to be reduced to 5,000 and certain responsibilities transferred to the overreaching state police, the Polistsi and the army. For example, the Trafal authority chambers will now be protected by the Army with Trafal police only as token at the front.

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Queen Freja puts in place a new law, "Survey of Affairs Act". This gives the Army the permission to spy on civilians by any means to prevent future terrorist incidents and to provide counter-espionage.

It seems the UFO is taking more time to get to The Federation than was expected. Back at the Main Research Tower, A Martian steps into a teleporter and in a flash of green light, appears in a white room with a large circular table in the center. It has nothing holding it up and appears to be levitating. At the table is a single Martian, but not in the usual attire. (or lack of attire) It is covered entirely in a silver fabric, except for it's head, which is uncovered.

"The ship we sent has taken longer than expected to reach it's destination, I, and several others, request we send out another ship to establish contact with another nation."

The Martian at the table stares blankly for about 5 seconds, being almost entirely still except for the gentle writhing of it's tentacles. Then the silence is broken by it suddenly speaking.

"Request accepted."

And with that, another group of 5 enters a UFO, and in almost the exact same fashion as before, takes off. This time it is heading towards Alfieq's Army.

Meanwhile, with the ship heading to the Federation...

The UFO has slowed down dramatically, one minute it was passing the speed of a bullet train, but it was gradually getting slower. One of the data collectors onboard approaches one of the 2 pilots.

"Our ship was going at 425 MPH, but we have slowed down to 96 MPH, what is the reason for this?"

"I do not know, but it was not my doing. Ask the ship's engineer to check the fuel cells to see if there is any damage.

"Understood, but how could they be damaged?

"The escape of the specimens in cell 7721 caused massive damage to many parts of Mothership #25217, including the main landing bay. Minor damage could have been caused by the other specimens that escaped during the incident."

"Understood."

As the Martian goes to the ship's engineer, the UFO is about a third of the way before it arrives at the border of the Federation, but at rate in which the speed is dropping, it will still take a long time before it arrives.
Thankfully, it won't take as nearly as long for the engineer to sort things out.

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The light-destroyer approaches. It appears to lack weapons, on the outside at least. The ship is very bleak looking. Flat sides with only a small painted emblem and bridge windows as a consolation for the grey paint. Probably designed to avoid radar detection.
The radio frequencies in the area are full of high-pitched static, jammed in essence.

The buzzing of small propellers can be heard amid the quiet sea. It's some sort of a large octocopter, about the size of a washing machine, but a lot more aerodynamic. It seems to be getting closer, much faster then that slow ship.

The Diplomatic Ship was slowly heading closer to the mainland of Trogo Kingdom, waiting for other things to happen.

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As soon as the convoy reached the Khaganate Territorial Waters, a strip of ocean claimed by the Lanist Khaganate extending from the Khaganate's baseline that ran from the northern outpost on the fringe of the North Pole and the peninsula to its south, to the new southern area that had been recently claimed by the Lanist Khaganate, three massive creature-like ships slowly rose from the ocean to the sea surface around the convoy. They had a thick dark grey metal carapace with a rounded triangular front, attached to it was an relatively small main body with three long tentacles covered in many smaller metal plates for maximum flexibility. Beneath its carapace there were three stripes of light extending from the middle to the end. On either side of its main body that was attached to the carapace there were four spheres of blue light, possibly lamps. Two electric waterjet engines were attached behind these lights, proving extra thrust if the tentacles were to fail. These ships were the Naval Military Robot ships, modeled after massive alien creatures the Lanist Khaganate found on ocean planets that had been conquered by the Lanist Khaganate. They also had several cannons and missile launchers on their back, and as soon as the top of the carapace was fully out of the water the cannons pointed at the convoy. At the same time, the convoy and its escort received a radio message coming from the east, asking "Who are you and what do you want?"

The captain of the AA convoy proceeds to use that radio frequency and begin with a reasonable conversation.

"We are the Militarist Army of the adversaries for wishes to have a small negotiation on attaining a peaceful relations in between our coastal borders. We do not cause any harm nor rotten in a way of retaining neutrality of the nations." said the captain.

The destroyer escorts are keeping in a closed formation and protecting the unarmed transport ships from any sudden strikes from those unknown creatures.

It seems the UFO is taking more time to get to The Federation than was expected. Back at the Main Research Tower, A Martian steps into a teleporter and in a flash of green light, appears in a white room with a large circular table in the center. It has nothing holding it up and appears to be levitating. At the table is a single Martian, but not in the usual attire. (or lack of attire) It is covered entirely in a silver fabric, except for it's head, which is uncovered.

"The ship we sent has taken longer than expected to reach it's destination, I, and several others, request we send out another ship to establish contact with another nation."

The Martian at the table stares blankly for about 5 seconds, being almost entirely still except for the gentle writhing of it's tentacles. Then the silence is broken by it suddenly speaking.

"Request accepted."

And with that, another group of 5 enters a UFO, and in almost the exact same fashion as before, takes off. This time it is heading towards Alfieq's Army.

Meanwhile, with the ship heading to the Federation...

The UFO has slowed down dramatically, one minute it was passing the speed of a bullet train, but it was gradually getting slower. One of the data collectors onboard approaches one of the 2 pilots.

"Our ship was going at 425 MPH, but we have slowed down to 96 MPH, what is the reason for this?"

"I do not know, but it was not my doing. Ask the ship's engineer to check the fuel cells to see if there is any damage.

"Understood, but how could they be damaged?

"The escape of the specimens in cell 7721 caused massive damage to many parts of Mothership #25217, including the main landing bay. Minor damage could have been caused by the other specimens that escaped during the incident."

"Understood."

As the Martian goes to the ship's engineer, the UFO is about a third of the way before it arrives at the border of the Federation, but at rate in which the speed is dropping, it will still take a long time before it arrives.
Thankfully, it won't take as nearly as long for the engineer to sort things out.

The soldiers at one of many outposts were stand ready for an unknown UFO to arrive.

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They more or less agreed with what Darston, the Resident General said. They nodded in agreement. Charles Backhouse has taken his turn to speak for now, and not the Commander himself will speak. "So, as for these social and government reforms...what might they be?" he asked, inquisitively. The others at the table took a few notes about what was being said, before one of them took a drink of a glass of water.

Meanwhile in a research center somewhere a pair of scienists were analyzing and going over the finds from expediton #776 near the Rolonov Mines, in the State of Misoz. The site was quarantined and these blue stones were removed from the area.

The leader of this investigation was currently at a meeting with a few of his associates in an nearby room about what should be done about these stones. They had decided to further investigate these stones and see if they are valuable or useful in any manner. They might make a good profit to the Federation.

One of the scientists suggested to the group that they would do a chemical composition analysis about these stones.

After this, no known elements were found, however they resembled a form of Apatite and some other form of crystal.

One of the scientists looked at it under a magnifying glass. "The amount of light coming from these things is astonishing, Daxston." she remarked.

"Indeed. What are these things? Some form of ancient artifact?" another scientist asked.

"Doesn't seem like it. If they were an artifact, they would probably have symbols on them, or a more angular shape. These things look raw, whatever they are." she stated.

"Well then. Lets continue with that streak and hardness test, Sydney." he said to her.

She unlocked a drawer on a nearby shelf and pulled out a fresh glass plate, aswell as a streak plate which was a small and flat white slab. She set these 2 things down, the other scientist walked over and sat down on a chair next to her. He took a silent whiff of her longe blonde hair, it smelled like...some form of flowers? She didn't notice this though as she began her test. She took one of the stones, which was about the size of a clenched fist and scratched it across the glass plate. It definitely scratched that.

Moving on, she scratched it across the white plate which left behind a brilliant Azure blue streak on the streak plate. "Harder than glass, blue streak. Lets see what else this can scratch. I'll see if it can scratch Quartz." he stated and got up from his chair and picked up a piece of quartz which was sitting on the counter. He took it with him as he went to sit back down on the chair.

He sat it down on the table they were working at and scratched the blue stone across the Quartz. It did indeed scratch. "We now know it has a hardness stronger than that of Quartz." he said.

"What should we name it?" the other scientist asked.

"Hmm...lets name this stone...Undasite." he replied.

"Sounds good enough. Lets continue with our tests." she said.

Suddenly door opened in and 2 of the head scientists of this investigation walked in. "What have you found?" the shorter, fatter one asked, glaring at them through his pair of glasses.

They relayed the various information they have found to the 2 who just walked in. While one of the superiors was talking to the other, one of the scientists touched the blue stone and held it. It had a slightly electrical feeling. She could feel...water but there wasn't any water there. She held it for longer and the stone seemed to glow brighter. For some reason she couldn't look away as the glow got brighter and the feeling of water increased and increased until there was a bright flash, which blinded some of the other scientists who were looking at what she was doing.

She was blasted back by a force, though that Undasite stone still remained clasped in her hand. She had passed out.

"Greg, get a medical team in here. She might be hurt." one of the scientists said. Greg, walked out and proceeded down the hall to get the attention of the medical staff who were in another area of the building about this incident.

Meanwhile, the scientist who had passed out was in a dream. A blue dream. She was floating in water, water was all around her. The sunlight from the 'surface' above illuminated the water. It was salt water, she wasn't drowning but simply just floated there for a few seconds. That is when she saw a blue light in the deep, down there...down there...

It was calling out to her. She swam towards it and before long she found herself next to a blue, glowing sphere. She reached out to touch this sphere, it felt perfectly smooth and cold. She could also sense something within this sphere, some form of presence within it. She didn't know what it was. That is when she awoke.

She awoke on a medical bed. She must have been taken away. They asked if she was alright, and she said that her head hurts, pretty bad. She had to stay here for now, doctor's orders.

She felt different. She just...felt different. Its not a painful different, its the unknown sort of different. What were those blue stones? Sydney questioned within her mind.

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Meanwhile, the Federation advanced further into the northern Yahpi territories. Though, no slaves were alive as they were all on the ground, shot to death before they could ever see the light of freedom. The invading Veilletes forces were met by flaming spiked cannonballs and musket fire along with screaming Yahupi warriors chanting various religious chants as they fought. These Yahupi were probably quickly defeated though some of them hid in buildings and in bushes, when Veilletes soldiers came by they shot and slaughtered them mercilessly. The Yahupi won't simply be defeated without a long, hard battle.

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As the UFO arrives in Federation territory, it can see some sprawling cities and towns about the area. These people aren't very advanced by the looks of things, though their architecture is something to at least be somewhat impressed about. People looked up in curiosity, wondering what those glowing lights in the sky could be. What could they be?

As the UFO arrives in Federation territory, it can see some sprawling cities and towns about the area. These people aren't very advanced by the looks of things, though their architecture is something to at least be somewhat impressed about. People looked up in curiosity, wondering what those glowing lights in the sky could be. What could they be?

The UFO slowly sputters into the Federation territory, but starts to regain speed. The problem appears to be fixed. The ship's engineer approaches the pilot, having good news to bear.

"The fuel cells are all intact, the only problem is that they were knocked out of place. I have put them back in properly, the ship should run without any more problems now."

"This is good, but what do you think caused them to be out of place?"

"It is definitely related to the incident involving Specimens 7721-A and B breaking out of their enclosure, but I think this ship was thankfully not damaged."

"But the ship was working fine when we took off, why did our ship slow down while we were in flight?"

"The fuel cells surrounding the ones that were out of place were unusually loose. I assume some of the cells fell out of place during takeoff but I do not know what caused them to become loose."

"Understood."
"We are now landing in an unknown human territory. Use standard procedure given by our Advisors."

The UFO then slowly descends down, the people can now clearly see a it's completely silver hull and the large, glowing green light coming from the bottom. It lands on top of the nearest building, extending 4 landing legs, arranged in cardinal directions. It waits.

The soldiers at one of many outposts were stand ready for an unknown UFO to arrive.

The UFO stops at the first outpost it sees and lands. It waits for the soldiers to do something.

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The Diplomatic Ship was slowly heading closer to the mainland of Trogo Kingdom, waiting for other things to happen.

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The captain of the AA convoy proceeds to use that radio frequency and begin with a reasonable conversation.

"We are the Militarist Army of the adversaries for wishes to have a small negotiation on attaining a peaceful relations in between our coastal borders. We do not cause any harm nor rotten in a way of retaining neutrality of the nations." said the captain.

The destroyer escorts are keeping in a closed formation and protecting the unarmed transport ships from any sudden strikes from those unknown creatures.

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The soldiers at one of many outposts were stand ready for an unknown UFO to arrive.

The octocopter lands on the deck of the diplomatic vessel. Its rotors power down and some sort of white smoke wafts off the top of it.
Parts of its exterior fold open, and a startling blue light emits from all 8 sides that blinds those too close. A high pitched screeching emits from it, quite loud and bothersome.

This assault on human senses lasts for 10 seconds, as the blue light fades in and out. The deafening screech stops and so does the lights. The hatches on its center column close and the copter engages the loud enough motors and hovers into the air.
Then, blue lasers trace a faint cube around the octocopter, and those 6 sides begin to become opaque, eventually its nearly impossible to see the octocopter as it flies back to the destroyer, covered in a sky-blue box light box.

The captain of the AA convoy proceeds to use that radio frequency and begin with a reasonable conversation.

"We are the Militarist Army of the adversaries for wishes to have a small negotiation on attaining a peaceful relations in between our coastal borders. We do not cause any harm nor rotten in a way of retaining neutrality of the nations." said the captain.

The destroyer escorts are keeping in a closed formation and protecting the unarmed transport ships from any sudden strikes from those unknown creatures.

"Alright, " The radio operator responded "You will be escorted towards the nearest port. Please follow the three ships that should be around you. We will be keeping a close eye on you."

The radio channel was closed. The radio operator rubbed his eyes. "It's those weird guys from the west again." He said to his colleague sitting on the opposite side of the room, "I want you to go straight to the commander and report this. I will contact the capital to tell them we've got visitors."

The other man walked to his commander's office. He knocked twice.

"You may come in." Came from inside the room.

As soon as the man entered the commander asked "What is the situation?"

"The NMR ships have intercepted a convoy with destroyer escorts claiming to be a convoy from the 'Militarist Army'. We suspect they are from the same group of people that landed on our shore a while ago. They say they want to negotiate about something, but I couldn't quite understand what. My colleague already started contacting the capital to ask for one of our diplomats."

"Alright then," The commander replied, "Give orders to the NMR ships to escort them to the nearest port. Make sure the shore batteries know they can't shoot at the convoy, but tell them to keep an eye on it in case they do something stupid. Get the diplomat the Khan sends to the port as well."

"Yes sir!" The man replied, and he went to do all of those things.

Meanwhile the radio operator contacted the capital to tell the news of this new nation, in the capital the Khan made the decision to send the diplomat Stephen Michel as envoy, as he had the most experience with this new unknown nation because he was there when they landed on Khaganate soil.

The Creature-like NMR ships slowly started moving in one direction, towards the port where the convoy was supposed to be greeted.
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Stephen Michel, one of the best diplomats of the Lanist Khaganate, had been drinking a cup of hot coffee when he got the call from Khan Yuri Lanist, telling him that he should get to the western coast immediately, even telling which port he was supposed to go to.
"Seriously?" Stephen said after he received the news from Yuri Lanist, nearly spitting out his coffee.

"Yes, Stephen," Yuri replied, "It seems that the mysterious nation to the west has decided to pay us a visit once again. I do not want this to turn out like last time, so make your way towards the specified location as soon as possible. Understood"

"Understood, sir" Stephen said as he hang up the call. He swallowed. This is going to be hard he thought to himself. He got to the nearest governmental helipad and called for a helicopter. The area around the shore didn't really have any train connection yet, so most transport was done via air. "Get me to port 6" he told the pilot. The helicopter took off and went west, arriving at the port nearly an hour later.
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The landship fleet slowly withdrew from the crater created by the thermonuclear bomb. They were already far away enough to be unaffected by the fireball, air blast and radiation from the nuke. General Nurzhan had sent the relief force away to the south again, and the Omega Order's Flaming Army and Anvil Regiment were going back to Site 5. Doom Squad and Phalanx Alpha were still on board, currently patrolling the landship to find any more of the alien creatures they were fighting but an hour ago.

General Nurzhan was with General Anderson in one of the many interrogation rooms the landship had for interrogating people that they captured when conquering towns and villages. He was sitting on the opposite side of the table of General Anderson.

"So what happened for you to get in a situation so dire that required both me and the Omega Order to help you?" Arman asked.

Katie, still slightly in shock from the terrifying event she had been in earlier, replied "Well, I had received a map from an old tribal chief, who claimed it would lead me to great treasure, as long as we let them surrender."

"And it didn't occur to you that this may have been a trick and the chieftain didn't want his entire tribe to be slaughtered because they tried actively fighting back?" Arman said, his voice slowly getting louder.

"No! I thought I could've retrieved the treasure and brought it back home to give it to the Khaganate."

"You do realise that you brought the entire landship, the fleet and its crew in grave danger do you? Do you even know why we built these landships in the first place? As a general you should!" General Nurzhan was now shouting.

Katie shrank from his sudden outburst "Yes, I mean no" she replied. In truth she did know, she had learned it at the Khaganate Military Academy of course, but she was too stressed to think properly at the moment.

Arman spoke calmer now, seeing the effect of his loud voice on the general sitting on the other side of the table "The landships are there to serve as a rallying point to the rest of the Khaganate army. It's supposed to inspire hope into the rest of the soldiers and instill fear in the foes we want to surrender, so there will be no further bloodshed. On these massive threads there's more than just weapons and armor. There are also many munition depots, medical stations, communication equipment and everything that's needed for the landship fleet logistics so long campaigns can be maintained without extremely lengthy supply lines. In the lower levels there are garages to repair the tanks and IFVs. From it generals like you can command armies over an entire continent. We had to get in four Omega Order task forces here to save the remains of your fleet and the landship. They should not be used for personal gain. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir" Katie said, although she was technically higher in rank than him because she was in command of a landship fleet, an honour not many of the Khaganate's generals have been given.

"Good. I'll be going back to the south now. You may go whenever you feel like it, general." Arman said. With those words he stood up and left, getting back to his army and going back to the southern front.

General Katie Anderson put her hands on her face and wept for a while.