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The Foundry

Foundry Core World Planetary Command

Resource extraction in progress...
Military being repaired and replenished...

DORMANT MILITARY FLEET DETECTED IN ORBIT
Scanning...
MILT Fleet 7717-G15A Detected in orbit...
Fleet damaged

Fleet composition: 62 Standard Military Corvettes, 28 Standard Military Frigates, 12 Standard Military Destroyers, 6 Standard Military Cruisers, 2 Standard Military Battleships, 3 Standard Military Ground Forces Transports, and Fleet Command Ship remaining...

Fleet 39% combat ready...
Fleet supplies near full...
Fleet power: 1,800

WARNING! UNRESPONSIVE FLEET DETECTED IN ORBIT! SIGNALS MATCH FOUNDRY DEFECTIVE ORIGIN! DESIGNATED HOSTILE! RECOMMENDATION, ASSAULT HOSTILE FLEET WITH MOST FUNCTIONAL FLEET AVAILABLE! WARNING!

Reactivating MILT Fleet 7717-G15A...
Fleet active...
Fleet directive: Eliminate orbiting Foundry Defective Fleet

VGD FLEET H17B - ALPHA
Reawakening Fleet Command AI...
Fleet Command AI reawakened...
Fleet has suffered minor damage during warp...
Arrived at destination...
MULTIPLE UNKNOWN SIGNALS DETECTED!
Calculating...
Fleet has arrived at destination...
New Directive Received: Make contact with unknowns...
Emergency Directive Received: If under fire, return to Core World...

Sending Public Signal...
"Requesting Escort... Please respond..."
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Outer solar system of planetary capital of Neu Sachsen


The flagship Spirit of Vengeance an enormous dreadnought fabricated in the forges of donnerspeer and its dockyards a brand new ship just recently made its docks and outsides smoothed by the forges and its turrets and railguns make then impressive at close range but they are just the cream of the cake its Eplonyx energy cannon a blue lighted energy cannon that seems to take hold of most of the midship covered by its armor but its glow still visible the true shine of the flagship it's insignia painted on the armor of the ship two golden wolves the symbol of the Wenhausen.

The flagship is accompanied by an armada of nearly 400 ships. The fleet consists of corvettes, cruisers, and a few battleships. The sensors detected a possible stealthy fleet approaching the sector in the command deck of the Spirit of vengeance a hologram of the solar system and its nearby worlds is being transmitted, the corridors and computers are crew by several people while some Ai controlled other parts majorly the point defense systems sitting in the captain chair sits an old man in his 60's. Admiral Hermman Rottenstein wearing an admiral uniform, medals shining on his right shoulder, and his cap laying on the seat on his right.

“No ships detected yet captain, not even in Hyperspace detection we find” A boy in his twenties said, Hermman looked for a moment and then said “The fortress world of Speerwand reported that their scouts in warp detected a fleet that was able to bypass then before they disappeared. From their sensors they warned us and they think it's stealth army, a fleet of possibly several hundred elite ships, coming to Neu Saschen so keep on eye man, we might be close to a battle that will enter the history books” he leaned back to his chair as the crew gets quicker on their work he thinks for a moment how does a fleet of the dominion did not get caught by Speerwand the fortress planet can stop any major fleets and force it to go through it he though for a moment before his thoughts were stopped by his son saying.

“Father…” Hermman looked to his right seeing his son standing next to him he then said “Yes Son?”. His son then said with a level of discipline in his voice “I don't see the reason why we should be in deep space. wouldn't it be better to keep hold of Neu sachsen and the capital?” Hermman faintly smiled, just enough to not let his son see and no one to see. He then said “the enemy fleet expects us to hide as well to be just like any rebellion; be on the defensive... Instead I decided to grab the best of the best, and take on the offensive. This is what our family is famed for son; bravery and honor...”

“Captain! Unknown fleet approaching the system!” A lieutenant said as soon as he noticed the situation. Upon hearing the news, Hermman immediately raised himself from his seat and said “prepare the communications jammer, and order all ships of this fleet to enter red alert! All men to battle stations!” The room turned red, and the ship began to prepare its weapons. Together with the whole fleet, the battleships and the dreadnought beginning to charge their E.E.C’s, the lieutenant began a countdown for arrival as the number reached zero the comm jammer was activated and silence fell for a moment. A small dominion cruiser appeared leaving FTL. After a moment, a small fleet of 20 ships appeared, now forced to face an armada of 400 ships, simply standing in place.

Hermman seeing the situation his expression was of confusion at first he then said “Any more coming?” a boy checking the radar then said “um no sir... nothing... just then… in here….” Hermman after a moment of silence sighted almost like if he was hearing a bad joke he then said “Liberate comms, we shall deliver to them an ultimatum” the crew soon started working after a few seconds the comms were open one person giving thumbs up for up.

“This is the Flagship Spirit of Vengeance! Your forces entered Saxonian territory, you have 60 seconds to announce surrender or be faced with the might of Saxonians best!” Hermman said, sending a message to them after which Goring then said “did they just send really 20 ships to the heart of a state not expecting much resistance?” Hermman sighted for a moment resting his head with his grizzly hair upon his hand he then said “They still think we are the same people, who left the Dominion in the exile… son” Goring turned to him Hermman than said “Please recite what you learned from the aftermath of the exile.” as Hermman talked he rose from his seat Goring looked confused and then said “Of Course... in the aftermath of the revolt and exile two things happened, first the followers of the nobles started forming our culture majorly due to incentives from the nobles the nobles, on the other hand, started…” as goring talked Hermman walked to the console of command in front of the captain's chair. As goring said he noticed what Hermman wanted him to talk about, a soldier raised his arm to Hermman to warn him of the time. Hermman quickly dismissed the soldier and nodded. He knew how much time had passed. Goring then continued by saying “...The nobility came to the conclusion that that being a noble means being… extraordinary in a way...” Hermman pressed some things in the console and an image of the E.E.C started charging was displayed. Goring continued “...and to be a noble one must not be born but earn such title and with it...” A series of lines began to be drawn into several ships, some leading to other ships. Goring continued then by saying “...and so the Saxon nobles came to a singular decision to be a member of a clan or dynasty you must distinguish yourself in a way that you shall become part of the clan.” As he finished that Hermman then said “precisely” He then hit a holographic button. The peacekeeper forces meanwhile, preparing their railguns and seeming to begin to charge their thrusters as Hermman Pressed he screamed “FIRE!!!”

As the ship shaked by the hits, some of the railguns barely did anything more than minor scratches on the paint job; a flash of light illuminated the cockpit as a shot from the E.E.C was fired, the energy beam was so bright, it seemed like seeing a nuclear warhead exploding in a distance as the lazer hit the enemy ships. The targets almost instantaneously exploded as the light finished almost half of the expeditionary fleet. The peacekeepers were already in ruins. Corvettes of Saxony began swooping in firing their cannons. The deck was lit by screens reporting the combat, Hermman then said “order boarding of the commanding ship. Destroy the rest.” As he spoke, the glow of projectiles and lasers illuminated the outside, soon explosions followed as the expeditionary fleet became debris in space. As the battle raged on, Hermman said to Goring “Son I was able to commission you to a test in the high command” Goring smiled, but then said “Father I don't think I could…” Hermman raised his hand stopping him and said “I believe you will do it just fine”

In the end, just one ship remained, boarded and taken by a force the crew was sent to prison camps on the moon Iodus of Neu sachsen, at first, it seemed like Saxony was just another small rebellion. But now, after the first attack, the Dominion will know this is no rebellion; this is a galactic-scale war.

Goldfluß capital world of the duchy of Wenhausen, Temporary provisional Government headquarters



While the proclamation of war was recent, war didn't come immediately, as the mobilization of Saxony was slow due to its fragmented nature of the army. However, several duchies were starting to gather together in what the nobles called the ‘war of retribution’. in the world of Goldfluß, the planet's armies, half of the Saxonian standing fleet, and defensive positions in the critical major routes of Saxony defended the planet with unrelenting force. The previous constitution was dissolved, and the previous government became an emergency government. While the new government and how it should be run was pushed to be discussed after the war, the stench of uncertainty permeates Saxony.
In the palace, a command room was hastily made. Another room was created in the former council chamber of the previous duke of the state, while some papers were shuffled in the room holograms of people were being displayed. Ermenrich was in the hologram with Katarin in the room upon his call, she was nervous; mainly due to rumors of an incursion, she then said “So?” Ermenrich smirked, holding his laugh back; then said “20 ships... barely a headache! They thought they were facing a bunch of recently enlisted conscripts!” Katrin sighed and rested upon her seat upon hearing the news. She thought the situation was going to hell fast. Now she was calm again, then retook her composure. “We need to call a congress of lords” Ermenrich smiled and leaned over in the hologram showing a keen interest. He then said “Why? we don't need one right now...” Katrin sighted and said “we need to start forming a government…” Ermenrich's smile seems to have not faded. Katrin stared at him for a moment and sighed, then said “let me guess, you want to bring back the gang of four…” Ermenrich left his posture, extending his arms and said “It was the best coalition of allies...” Katrin pondered at that for a moment, then sighed and said “who again are those, one of them is dead if I remember correctly” Ermenrich chuckled for a moment and said “of course I do. You and me as the original two members, and then we had…” “Frederick...” Katrin interrupted Ermenrich from talking, then continued by saying “...the eye as we called him; a member of the Illuminati easily could find any information if we ever needed a spy, and a shadow worker albeit he was a lone wolf most of the time…” Ermenrich scratched the back of his head and then said “yeah, he didn't like to talk, he was quite blunt, and didn't talk much about his plans…” he smiled and chuckled. Memories of the old times flashing in his mind, he then said “Then in the gang, there were us two. You, the Imperial someone who wishes to replace the dominion as the dominant power, plus give in to some reforms…” Katrin smiled and held a laugh inside her. She then said “easy for you to say. I still remember when we called you the Workhorse…” Ermenrich stood still. If it wasn't for the hologram's nature of not showing much of the person, she could see the blush in his face. He was about to say something before Katrin said in a joking way “famed for not raising his voice too much... being a quiet kid... aiming to be a bureaucratic shadow... easy to push around. If I remember you also nearly pi…” Ermenrich stopped her by saying quickly, “lest not remember too much of the past'' Katrin burst into laughter for a moment. She stopped shortly, with a wide smile on her face. she then said “well you know we still need a replacement for... you know…”

Ermenrich thought for a moment trying mainly to forget the recent situation he then said “wait I know who to put to replace him!” Katrin leaned over the desk, the smile still on her face, then said “Who?” Ermenrich then seemed a little surprised and said “You know quite well who it is. An old friend so to speak...” Katrin thought for a moment, her smile disappearing and her expression turning near blank. She immediately said the words near shouting “No!” Ermenrich sighted and then said “I know you two have your ups and downs, but come on! It has been nearly 3 decades since you were children! How bad was the situation for you to…” Katrin hit her desk getting up from her chair. Her face was blank. It was like a shadow looming over her back, remembering her past. She then said in a more calm voice “What is in my past is of my own priority. I wish not to see her while those memories are…” she relaxed in the chair once again. “...Fresh.” Ermenrich sighted and then said, “It's been 2 decades since you last met. She isolated her free world and with that herself, but she is good… Idealistic... Yes... but good… You know quite well we need her...” Katrin sighed and silently nodded.

Ermenrich smiled and then said “and with that, the gang of four is united. The major factions of the confederation…” Katrin then said with her soul still low. “except you know who…” Ermenrich then sighted and said, almost like an old joke he heard “Ah... the Burgundians… I always forget they exist as a faction… speaking of him I remember something.” Katrin raised an eyebrow and said “what?” Ermenrich then said with a hint of worry in his voice “Hildenbrand wants to talk with you” Katrin’s expression froze. Hildenbrand, the Duke of Burgundy, the only immortal of the realm, and also the most cryptic person ever known for two things, nobody ever saw him before, and he is the man who created the Spartans. The most elite soldiers the Saxonian Empire ever saw. Katrin took a deep breath, almost catching a cold sweat. She then said “let me talk to him” Ermenrich then said “Good luck” Turning off his comms.

She took deep breaths all the way through the moments before the call came. After a moment, the ringing of comms begun. She then pressed a button on the table, and a hologram of what looked to be a man in his 30´s, a caucasian male with barely noticeable black hair due to the holographic imaging, and the left side of his face seemed to be filled with mechanical implants. After he noticed her, Katrin said “Mister Hildenbrand, it's an honor to meet you.” Hildenbrand remained silent for a moment, then he spoke, his voice sounding old, yet his body looking young “there is no need for courtesy misses Katrin. I hate flattering.” Katrin made a fake smile, her heart beating hard. She then said “well sorry for that, you just look…” “young for an immortal?” Hildenbrand interrupted her, then saying “Well I found my way around... the aging part... my own way one that is different from the dominion” Katrin noded still holding onto her smile, she then said “impressive but tell me, mister Hildenbrand, why would you wish to call me and leave your solitude?” Hildenbrand stood sharp, barely moving anything but his head when he spoke. He then said “The recent attacks on Konigsberg and the assassination attempts of leaders also targeted me. The good news is that the attack was repealed. I plan on giving an equal measure to a sector governor. Not only they will realize this is not a simple rebellion but a war. A war they started, and one that they will lose. This is why I ordered a special operation to begin”

Katrin raised from her chair shock, in her voice saying “Sir Hildenbrand, doing this is a clear violation of the...” Hildenbrand raised his hand, Katrin staying silent as he did. He then said “...I know… This is why you will order this action, and you know why it's beneficial if we do so.” She turned her gaze to the right. In her mind she thought ‘yes if it is successful’ her gaze soon turned back to him, she then sighed and said “what makes you think I might allow it?” Hildenbrand then said “because this is different from other armies. The Burgundian soldiers are Spartan soldiers, the best of the best, and you can't deal with having them not obeying the chain of command that was set up, because the majority of them are not loyal to the state, but are loyal to me?”

Katrin stood in silence and then just said turning her rotatable chair to see the landscape of the city. She thought about rejecting it, but knew she couldn't. She then just said “go ahead...” The communication soon cut off and she rested her head upon her hand. Her head was in pain. She needed a break. As Katrin rested, she heard someone entering through the door. She then said “I don't wish any more bureaucracy or interventions for a small while please” as she said before the door closed. She though for a moment that whoever it was went away, until a female voice from someone familiar said “but what about a visit from family?” as she turned around to see a Minna the Ocean maid of the family. Katrin raised to her two feet and approached her, Minna approaching too, a little slow after getting close. After a small moment of silence, they both hugged with smiles in their faces. As the two were sisters in all but blood. After a moment Minna let go saying “look at you… you grew well and strong. Your father would be proud...” Katrin, a smile of joy on her face, said, fixing something she missed “Our Father… you are part of my family, no matter who you are, or who your father was.” After a moment Katrin noticed that Minna was lacking an arm. She then, with sympathy in her voice, said “What happened…” Minna shrugged by saying “Nothing you don't…” Katrin interrupted her by saying “It was Eadwing wasn't it?” Minna just nodded partially, Katrin shut her eyes for a moment, her body shaking slightly, and her heart beating quickly. She clenched her fists, wanting to punch something rapidly. The rage continued to build inside her, until Minna hugged her gently. She opened her eyes for a moment and sighed for a second. Her heart calmed down, and Minna then said “you don't have to worry. If you got my message, you saved me from the worst…” Katrin after a moment faintly smiled and said “Family forever, remember?” Minna smiled together with Katrin, and then said “Until the end.” As Katrin was hugged, she remembered something she let go for a moment. Then she said “I have to do something, also you should start packing.”

Minna looked confused for a moment asking, her voice filled with curiosity “why?” Katrin started fixing her hair. She then said, staring at Minnas green eyes, “politics never stop, and I want you to be with me in the capital.” She smiled. Minna smiled as well. After that statement, Katrin then walked to the door. As she arrived, she looked back to the room, seeing a bottle of whiskey. She thought for a moment, and then she extended her hand, her power began manifesting, and the bottle began to vibrate until it flew quickly in the air and was grabbed by Katrin. She sighed, and then said “A whisky possibly can lighten the mood” Minna chuckled and then said “good luck”

As Katrin walked over the halls of the palace of her ancestors, she approached a door where Senator Lewis was held under house arrest. She knocked on the door, after a moment she heard a “come in.” She then opened the door, seeing Lewis sitting on a chair watching over the horizon. She then approached him and said “Seems like you're a bit down, so i brought this” She waved the whisky at him as he extended his hand. He was reluctant at first, his hand stopping mid way through, but then grabbed the bottle from her hand. He then said “Thanks for allowing me to receive messages from home…” Katrin sighted “sorry for not allowing you to send messages, but you know how those militarists and bureaucrats think” Lewis opened the whisky and downed a bit of the bottle. He then said “That's why i am a ‘little’ down. Katrin took a seat next to Lewis and then asked, her voice showed worrisome, “what happened?” Lewis then put the whisky on the table and then said “well my partner in the nearby sector seems to have forgotten about me... including the emperor... no messages, no nothing... not a single care...” Katrin looked saddened for a moment, and then said “what about family?” Lewis said in a blunt form “They are all dead...”

Katrin didn't say anything, letting the thoughts sink in before thinking of an answer, Lewis then said “I thought I was an important part of the Dominion, part of something greater, now... I feel like my own homeland just abandoned me…” Katrin thinking on what to say for a moment, she then quickly said “the dominion is not your only homeland…” Lewis chuckled then said “It isn't… I may be descended from this place, but the people treat me like I aint, so it isn't my home…” Katrin raised an eyebrow and said “what makes you think it isn't?” Lewis raised himself from his chair and then said with aggression permeated his voice “well what do you think my job is? A symbol of the previous oppression... so much so that I discovered that before this war started the bureaucracy of this place was made to screw a senator on purpose! I am hated by this place, and back home I was sent here just to fill a job that everyone possibly knew would be hell!”

“you are home no matter what you think.” Katrin said Lewis took a look. Lawis sighed, sitting back into his chair as he said “I don't feel like it…” Katrin partially extended her hand, she then used her powers and the bottle flew from Lewis' hand to her. Lewis looked to her, and then to his hand, she then to the bottle, as Katrin took a sip. Lewis pointed to that and said “You have powers?” Katrin nodded and then said “never use too much…” Lewis smiled for a moment, and then said “you seem to want to talk about something else.” Katrin sighed, and then said “politics in saxony were always equal, so now that things are finally needing to change, things will not be good in the future” Lewis looked at her, then said “not good as in...” “a war of daggers.” Katrin finished his sentence and then said “what will happen once the war ends? Conflict is inevitable and i need you by my side, because if not, things will start going down in flames” he nodded, then said “hopefully I won't be caught in this war for saxony's soul as well” Katrin stood silent, she just said the words after a moment “hopefully”

Planet Neu Sachsen capital city of königsberg

Department of Domestic Defense of the Saxonian People



Frederick smoked in his office. His mind rushed with thoughts… Was the case closed, or was it not? In his desk a File of the investigation of the people who were captured or better the bodies were of Dominion citizens. It was obvious that Saxony was a victim of an attempt by the dominion to undermine it by harming its leadership, yet why it feels like something was missing… A final piece of the puzzle; what if he was wrong? A mistake, or an error? His thoughts rushed as cold sweat ran down from his forehead. A mistake that might lead to troubles…

A ringing interrupted his thoughts he looked to the left seeing a holographic call. He approached and seated on his desk and pressed the button. A hologram of Ermenrich appeared after he answered Frederick nearly sighted a call from him, an old friend either a favor or a social call he grew fond of seeing Ermenrichs face. His blonde hair and nordic face nearly akin to a Viking, if one shaved and took care of himself of course... Before he could think anymore Ermenrich said “Frederick, how is the man who I had to bitch to give a job...”

“fine...” said Frederick, quickly thinking a memory of the past snapped, he then said “...and how are you workhorse?” He then took the cigar back to his lips. He could hear what seemed like the engine of an old vacuum cleaner, a smug look appeared on fredericks face as he remembered that Frederick had a frustration that made him laugh. He then heard Ermenrich say in a frustrated voice as he took another puff of smoke “...seems like everyone is remembering that nickname. I need to find a new one if this continues...” Frederick extinguished his cigar, and then said “what about the politician?” Ermenrich then said after thinking for a moment “that sounds boring...” “precisely” said Frederick. Immediately after Ermenrich raised his hand to say something, Frederick ignored it by saying first, “so what you need help with” Ermenrich looked frustrated for a moment and then tired in another, then lowered his arm and sighed, conceding defeat. He then said raising his head to face Frederick again “we are inviting you.” Frederick raised an eyebrow and then said “to what?” Ermenrich smiled, his happiness barely contained, he then said “we are gathering the gang of four again to manage the, government and you are in”

Frederick chuckled and then said “wasn't expecting a gathering, but you know that…” Ermenrich interrupted Frederick by saying “don't worry, I have that part under control. You just need to be in the council chamber in the capitol here on the planet… got that?” Frederick then said “Of Course, but could I ask for a favor, old friend?” Ermenrich smiled and then said “Of Course, what do you need?” Frederick’s thoughts began forming. The partners allowed him to figure something out, he then said “citizenship files, mainly on people from the D.D.S.P.” Ermenrich raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. The D.D.S.P wasn't very organized in the beginning, so it made sense. He then nodded and said “of course, I will allow it… See you then, friend.” The comms then shut off. Frederick thought for a moment, then he said “something is off…”

Neu Berlin mid core world of saxony


Bruna Scheneck seated in her office in a space station orbiting Neu Berlin. She sighed… The reports were bad, her stances in politics had all but isolated, the free system was now cut off from trade by the inner core of Saxony, thanks in part by the help of some people. She knew it would be an uphill fight, but now she could easily be ousted from power, or worse if things didn't get better soon. She looked at an old picture from her childhood. She was with Katrin and Ermenrich. Good times were those times of innocence and simplicity, she looked away. In her head, the whispers began, once again of that day. What she saw and heard were still quite livid, the same thing that drove her to this place. She leaned over her chair and then said to herself “gods please help me” She then heard a holographic call she looked to her desk where the call was coming from. Ermenrich, surprising her. Why would he call at this time? It was odd for her. She took her composure back and then pressed the answer button. Ermenrich appeared and then said “Bruna! how is my little old friend?” Bruna smiled faintly, she was tired, and it was easy to see through her eyes she had barely slept, and she wasn't in a good situation. She then said in a sarcastic tone “Better as ever…”

“I can see” Ermenrich said Bruna then sighed and said “what do you need Erenrich? How long has it been since you last called me?” Ermenrich shrugged as he said “oh please, it was like… a few years tops...” Bruna rolled her eyes and said “two decades are not a few years.” Ermenrich froze for a moment, surprised at the fact that she remembered the last time he called. He then said “sorry about that...” Bruna sighed and said “There is no problem, but tell me, what do you need?” Ermenrich took back his more workplace composure. He then said “I need you to go to the capital, Katrin is organizing a government with me and…” Bruna widened her eyes, Katrin wanting her... She leaned over, interrupting Ermenrich by saying “...pardon but Katrin wants me to work with her?” Ermenrich then said, his voice sounding a little worried “Well she was hesitant at first... I may not know what happened... back in the days... but she is still... you know...” Bruna nodded and then said “Yes, I understand but tell me, why me? You know a lot of people, especially due to the fact that Neu Berlin is not in very good time” Ermenrich chuckled a little and said “Yes but at first when you come to power, your economic policies turned the system for a few years into the center of trade in the region... until you opened your mouth too much…” Bruna sighed and then said “well you didn't have to remind me of that” Ermenrich smiled and then said “sorry about that, but you are the best economist I know… You just have some Ideals that you know would be hated”

Bruna nodded and then said “yes I know that. The good news is that I already learned a few things from that experience.” Ermenrich smiled and then said “So you accept?” Bruna though for a moment… A chance to save herself, and lead a new way, and all she needed to do was say a word... “Yes.” Ermenrich chuckled happily. With the situation and then said “well, I need you to be in the capital.I hope you have a nice voyage.” she nodded, the commons shut off, and she relaxed on her chair. She then pressed the button in the comms, a call was sent as she relaxed, a holographic appearance of a man in his 40´s a tall man with white hair due to his family Bruna appeared and said “I need you to talk with a few friends. I got myself into a position of power. I am pretty sure it's the beginning for the grab to see who shall be the head of Saxony after the war. We need to make sure that we are on top of the ongoing political situation of Saxony, understand?” The hologram nodded in obedience and turned off. After a moment of silence Bruna raised from her chair and taking a deep breath raising her arms she unleashed a scream of excitement “YES!!!” A guard opened the door saying “Miss, are you okay?” she lowered her arms saying “yes, yes everything is fine...” she said the distance between both hiding her blush, the guard proceeded to close the door leaving Bruna alone again after a moment Bruna just whispered under her breath “Yes!” holding back the excitement.

Dukedom Of Burgundy

Planetary orbit of Gilvnov Outer core



In a space station, a small fleet began assembly. A cruiser accompanied by destroyers, a fleet majorly equipped to be a stealth force, barely even able to be noticed in a radar, an officer standing outside the ship in the embankment area, three officers stood playing cards in an improvised table made out of a barrel. One of them said “so any of you know what we are doing?” both humed with their mouths negating knowing what was happening, one then said “maybe its a drill with only 10 ships… any of you have a 7 of aces?'' Both shook their heads, the man grabbing a card from a deck. One of them said “Well makes no sense loading a lot of equipment for just a drill...” One looked at the boy and then said “most likely it has to do with the war...” “Long Live Saxony and Long Live Hildenbrand!!” they heard someone shout in the background. As the man looked confused for a moment. They looked behind them, and saw the Burgundian Knights of the crescent moon, a commando force. They immediately dropped their cards and saluted, then shouting “Long Live Saxony, and Long Live Hildenbrand!!” as the knights passed they were in the formal uniforms behind them, a load containing their Knight armors shining with the chrome of the surface with then the best weapons that any man could have ever seen. As they passed the 3 officers rushed to go back to work.

In the command bridge of the only cruiser, the head of the fleet raised from his seat upon the entering of four knights, the commander bowed and then said “it's an honor to have the elite of the elite amongs us.” One knight approached him, a rather large man that seemed to be in his 40´s then said “so captain, are the ships ready? Hildenbrand and Katrin authorized the plan, so are we ready.” a little sweat could be seen in the captains forehead. After all, they had authority to kill him right there he then said “yes we are…” he then turned to the officers aboard, he then said “all ships, begin launch procedures. Our orders are simple: we are to go to Beau and capture the sector’s senator as quickly as possible, and in secrecy. This mission is not to be known to the wider public. This is why radio silence is ordered; we are to sneak to Beau and capture the governor, and any information possible” he proceeded to seat after finishing the briefing.

A knight woman with long hair, sharp eyes and stature stepped beside him after he finished the briefing. She then started making a speech, her voice filled with energy and vibrancy. “Brothers and sisters of Burgundy and Saxony, we are to finally avenge our fallen brethren at the hands of the deceiver that is the Dominion. They think we are savages... They think we are weak, but there is something they don't understand: Saxony is stronger than they thought. They believed we would fall by the hand of just a small escort fleet. We saw in Königsberg the dominions are a race of rabid decadent bastards, but they don't know what they are up against. Saxony is Order! Saxony is Power! And when we are out there, We ARE SAXONY!!!” The room soon started an uproar of celebration. In the other ships where the transmission was broadcasted, celebration within the whole fleet followed. Soon after, the fleet detached from the docks and began to set sail, towards the borders of Burgundy, aiming to arrive at Beau. War and its mechanisms were starting to turn, and what was once possibly negotiable in the beginning was shattered by an expedition, and now it will show that blood is the only payment for victory.

Outer core | Sector planet of Friedensmauer der Brüder



Friedensmauer der Brüder was a fortress world built, in fears of a rear attack either by the dominion or by the wrath of a migrating alien race. Either way, Friedensmauer der Brüder stood as a planet of massive development in the outer core worlds. An industrial heartland with gun batteries and shields. Mazes of fortresses spanning around the planet are scattered everywhere, and to top it all off, a planetary orbital ring built on top of old space elevators, dockyards, gun batteries, silos, and shield generators mark its structure. around it and beyond lies the orbital defense platform and stations some mainly being guns others repair stations and outposts in case of need Friedenauer 86A a orbital station in the planet itself a dockyard of sorts made for repair in it the commander of the station sat on his chair in the deck of command the reports of ships coming in and out was fairly common traders scouts the usual a fairly old man could be said of the commander grizzly hair with some parts of black still remaining, with wrinkles on his face. A warning is displayed on the screens as an anomaly is detected within the system. A rift in space from unknown origin in the outer regions of the star system. The commander raises himself from his chair, saying “What is going on?”

A Officer in the scans then said “Unknown fleet detected in the outer orbit of the sun” The commander then said his voice confused a fleet that wouldn't enter like that near a fortress planet “size of forces and are they traders?” The officer checks the monitors and holograms and then says “No sir... It's a small fleet… Hulls do not match any identified models… no data on the vessels...'' an officer then screamed from the comms side of the deck “Transmission incoming!” (“Requesting escort... Please respond…”) Silence drapes the room for a while. Then, they send another message “Unidentified fleet, please report your origin and intentions immediately…” A response soon follows…

"This is Foundry Vanguard Fleet H17B - Alpha... Directive: Locate native species and establish communications... Requesting escort and access to the nearest communications post." A moment of silence once again as the message is sent. After a moment, 10 large battleships and 40 corvettes began to approach. As they get close, a message is sent in voice "Escorting granted, establishment of Communications is pending, please follow escort fleet Ealge-23 to Dockyard Number 2146"

"Acceptable... Following Escort Fleet Eagle-23 to Dockyard Number 2146" Vanguard Fleet H17B then started following the escort fleet. After travelling they passed through the minefield ring in a solar orbit, set up around the sun. After a moment, the fleet arrived in a small space station of what seems like an orbital defense platform mixed with a dockyard of sorts.

In the distance, a planet with the glittering red lights of cities, a ecumenopolis by the looks of it. Around it is a single ring station, including the planet's massive orbital industrial network. One thing defining it was hundreds of cannons the sensors could see. As the Vanguard fleet docked another message was sent "Welcome to Friedensmauer der Brüder, the fortress world of the outer periphery of Saxony." the Vanguard fleet responded "The Foundry appreciates your welcome... This Fleet was sent from sector 871-G-252-9951 - Designation Gamma…” the Fleet sends a stellar map revealing this area's location. “...The Core wishes to communicate with any form of authority we are allowed to commune with for diplomatic reasons..." even though the ships hadn’t finished docking, some people still crowded around to see them, majorly out of curiosity but also because nobody had sent messages of only written words.

The commander of the station looked nervous at first. The first Aliens with such technology, the maps indicated they came from far away, but also closer to home then what he prefered. After a moment, he then opened comms and then said "Thank you for your kind words, your crew can now leave the space ships. If thou wishes, we can provide respirators if our atmosphere is unsuitable." The doors of the Vanguard Fleet Command Ship open, and hundreds of humanoid robotic machines with rifles and armor step out of the ship in unified perfected order, all their weapons down to the ground and held on safety... a head-sized smooth orb floating five feet off the ground then appears, scanning the area around it... "Hello there... You seem to be on edge, and your vitals are slightly spasming... Please do calm down, the guards are a means of security... this fleet is one of the last we have..." the orb speaks in a friendly robotic female-like voice through an internal speaker.

After a moment of uncalm, with several soldiers pointing guns, the commander signals to lower the weapons. He then turns and says "Your race is biomechanical or is entirely Mechanical?" "Entirely... All of these units, myself included, are automated AI... We are being instructed, commanded, and programmed by the CORE, a conscious robotic entity..." the commander pondered that a machine was doing a task like this… He then asked "so you are not an evolved race? You were built by someone? Were you sent by your creators to contact us?" "Negative... Our empire is completely composed of robotic entities... However, CORE was once a biological entity searching for immortality, and found that by inserting its consciousness into a robotic entity would end its fear of death... after, CORE then created the Foundry, a robotic collective of soldiers and workers to protect, automate, and perfect CORE's empire... Roughly UNKNOWN years ago, the Foundry was destroyed by the UNKNOWN... The Foundry is now in ruins... we are trying to make peace with neighbors to ensure our survival... We did once house biological races too within our empire however, but they were not of our species." 'Death comes to all' The commander thought for a moment. 'But to come this way in avoiding death sounds terrifying.' He thought again he noticed the “UNKNOWN” part of the machine’s speech, it seems like part of its memory is corrupted. He then said walking back to the door in the dockyard, aiming to go to his office. He then said to one assistant "I need a direct line to Neu Sachsen, the capital itself... In the meantime, let them free through the station if they want"

In the command deck the arrival of the commander took some people by surprise he then just said his voice blunt and orderly “Contact the Provisional Government we have a first contact protocol ongoing” the communications officer pressed a few buttons and after a few moments a hologram of a woman a high ranking officer by the looks she then said “Commander of station Friedenauer 86A you have a problem...” “Yes” Immediately, the officer then said, sighing “I have a guest and he is an alien and I need a diplomat...” the transmission immediately cut the commander sighed once more and ordered it to restart it after transmission from the same officer she then said “Commander Katrin Von Wenhausen ordered you to give a comms signal for then it is a direct order from above” The commander saluted and said “yes Admiral i shall” the transmission soon was cut

A room made out of marble and gold a great round table stood in its middle of the room. Around the table four seats that indicated no leading figure seems to be on top yet, and around the room is a small elevation, and behind it another one. A congress of sorts in the seats lay seated, the major leaders of the provisional Government as of right now, Katrin Siegel Von Wenhausen, Head of the government and leader of Saxony for the time being, surrounding the room holograms of almost 100 men watching the situation dukes, countries and leaders of 'free' worlds. Meanwhile, at the center of the table the core entering in the communication channel Katrin raised from her chair and said ”It's an honor to meet you. I am Katrin Siegel Von Wenhausen. Fifth of my name. I am currently the head of this State." "I am CORE, operator of the Foundry, government of the Foundry Empire, the voice of the Foundry command, and general of the Foundry military... I seek peace… A non-aggression pact and trade agreements between our two nations..." A deep, metallic, robot-like voice says formally, and bluntly .

The room starts dialoguing with each other, majorly on how fast it aimed for its goals and interests. Katrin held herself for a moment, thinking for a moment, she then said "A pleasure... Core, albeit i am not the type who jumps straight towards what I shall wish, but our state as of right now is in a state of conflict and war, so negotiating a non aggression pact seems good as it seems we both don't want aggression as of right now. However, a trade agreement is less likely to happen. Our people have a tendency to not prefer to trade with outsiders, even our own kind.” ‘Core’ then responds, ''Understandable... You are in conflict, yes? As a gift of gratitude, and as a form of peace, I will send a transport containing a variety of materials required for the construction of various Foundry-issue energy-class weapons of moderate and high grade, as well as the schematics to build such weapons... I would send a military class fleet to aid you in battle, but unfortunately the Foundry is crippled... Joining a war would surely mean our end... We can aid you in economic ways, but we cannot aid you in combat or defense... yet... of course the decision is yours, and you may deny the offer..." the dialogues of those watching once again raised due to the offer. Katrin then said "this is a beautiful gift, we humbly accept." the dialogues in the room turn into a small level of hostility as she says that "...your help in our time of need is truly thanked. Our people will repay you when the time comes." she says, her voice holding a small smile "Understood... The transport is being prepared now, and should arrive in three to five days from now... Repayment is not fully necessary, however, the Foundry requires a good quantity of Thiranium, Malakite, and Terrarite... The Foundry thanks you for your understanding and cooperation... Do know that you can cancel the deal during any point before the transaction is complete…” Katrin responds, “we thank you for your kindness Core. If we find these materials you speak of, we shall send them to you as repayment for your actions." she says, her voice seems happy, in attempts to win legitimacy. With that, both sides end the call.
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Location: Karbana Kinnis - Shipyards

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Bara kept a cautious eye on his surroundings as he stalked into one of the planets ancient, yet not entirely forgotten, shipyards. Sparing the craft both in motion and hanging about for repairs no more than a passing glance, the young Vormetu made his way along the boardwalk in search of the odd spot in the wall that marked the path leading to their hidden port, yet another part of their ancient deal. Upon finding it he stepped forward and, taking one last look to make sure no one was watching, slipped inside. A feat that any other creature might find difficult, but one such as himself found to be a breeze. Especially now that he had finally allowed his psychic disguise to drop. Shuffling his way down the narrow corridor for what seemed like an eternity, Bara finally emerged into a medium-sized chamber, the easternmost portion of which looked out onto a relatively low trafficked byway of the ecumenopolis at large. Its western side, on the other hand, was dominated by the dimly lit form of a Hykri being held aloft by a series of scaffoldings and cables, making it seem as though ship were being held aloft by some unseen force. Sparing the briefest of moments to admire it, Bara slouched forward, worming his way over to the nearest scaffolding where he began his climb.

Upon reaching its apex Bara made his way over to the craft's southeastern access point and slithered inside, the metal sloshing shut behind him as he move deeper into the ship. Arriving at its center he clambered into its configuration with a wheezy sigh. Smiling, if what his body did could even be counted as such, he connected his mind with the consciousness of the ship in a process that could only be described as reuniting with a long lost friend. When the connection was complete, Bara sent out a mental command telling the ship to alter its exterior ever so slightly, causing it to break free from its metallic shackles. Rotating the craft towards the sparsely populated byway, he set off at high speed, skillfully navigating the planets labyrinthian maze of streets for several hours before finally arriving at Kinnis upper atmosphere. Laying on the thrust, Bara took the Hykri up into the cold vacuum of space, course set for the nearest wormhole...

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Operation: Master Key Pt 1.


Alarms abruptly rang in Major Baesili and her squad’s headsets. The lights had turned off while red track lighting dimly lit the corridor they were clearing. Moving with solid steps and direct focus down their sights they were approaching a three-way intersection with two steel corners obstructing their view on what may be walking down either hall. Sgt. Miranda was on point, and Donovan followed close behind him, instinctively they each pied opposite corners back to back without any resistance.
“Move North.” Baesili commanded as Tyson, Fiona, and Claire followed behind. Miranda collapsed back in on the squad after having swept his rifle South.

Tap tap tap

The OPAO marines dropped to the floor to present as a smaller target. Kinetic rounds ricocheted around their position from both sides, “Shit, they were waiting to neck us.”

“Drop shields marines!” Major Baesili ordered.

Each marine rolled to their side and popped their chest decks open which carried a few different specialized armaments. A small disc was pulled out of their decks and before they each deployed the shields, Major Baesili gave one more order, “one to the rear, two to the North staggered at 2 and 3 meters from our current position, one more tossed 3 meters from the second shield line, with the fourth one tossed at 2 meters, these assholes are clocked at 13 meters we will close it down to 5 if we don’t kill them all before we get there, call out!”

The squad rounded their calls starting with Miranda, “Rear covered,” Tyson following, “first-line West point,” Donovan, “first-line East point,” Tyson, “second line 2 meters,” Claire, “second line 3 meters,” and Claire, “last line on your order.” Major Baesili looked at her team as rounds continued down both ends with the rear moving in. Miranda fired to create a disturbance in their approach with Tyson following those shots to throw up a kinetic wall and buy time. Each punched through 10 rounds before Major Baesili gave the order, “Claire, when we meet them at 8 meters, there is 5 to clear, I take the point before we toss the shield.” Claire acknowledged the order and Baesili continued, “Alright, drop our guardian angels.”

Club Denizen: Den of Thieves, Murderers, and Terrorists


The cigarette smoothly rolled from one side of her mouth to the other, the soft white wrapping pursed between two red glossy lips while stirring a scotch on the rocks. The temperature of tonight nipped beneath the clothing of her velvet dress. Long blond hair curled in a specific order with dark eyeliner and lashes which presented a more mesmerizing look contrasted to her smooth white skin. She reached up to draw the cigarette from her mouth gently holding it between her index and middle finger, raising the scotch to drain down some of the heat and warm her body from the nipping night.

The back door flew open as a young man was tossed from inside, she looked over without falling into a reactive expression, it wasn’t her first time she’d seen someone hurled from this place, or even from the rafters of this place if she was being honest. She was enjoying that moment of silence, enjoying her vices, all things must end…she thought.

The lady walked around the young man who was holding his head as if it had been hit, which it probably did, no blood…good sign… she thought some more. The bouncer looked at her softly and with respect, “Ms. Lilith,” he nodded. Lilith acknowledged, “Teddy, I hope that the young man did not give you too much trouble.” Her left dimple cracked as a small side grin reached up from her RBF. Teddy smiled back, “no, all under control.” She continued down the corridor where she approached a staircase leading up just before the double doors opened into the night club’s main arena. When she reached the top, a lounge spread around the staircase with six doors leading into private rooms. The unlabeled door was hers. Her hand wrapped around the knob once hands distance from the door, twisting to the left and pushing her way in, revealing a lavish Victorian-era décor. Inside sat a well-dressed man in his 50’s with a silver fox appearance. He wielded a tough red cherry oak cane with a gold lion’s head at the top.

“Hello, Lily.” He said while still facing the door. Her gut sank a little, but not enough to scare her, she was surprised he’d come all this way to see her, yet, after what happened…I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, she thought. Lilith responded, “Hello Gordon, what brings you into my world?” She rounded the large table and sat down to meet his gaze.

Gordon spoke, “I see you are doing quite well for yourself, pleasing to see." He raised and leveled his cane on the table, “do you know why I am here?” Lilith had ideas but was not about to give him an answer before he did, because there were going to be a few, she remained silent. “I am here Lily, because in your club, under your watch, an OPAO operative guise themselves as one of your girls and shook down an important asset of ours, what do you have to say?” Lilith raised her scotch still held in the hand, unfortunately, the cigarette was tossed before she came back in because she could drag one right about now, “nothing, we are not in the business of ethics, nor is what we do assured tomorrow, your decision to act against the OPAO knowing there would be consequences and not ensuring the safety of one of your assets,” she emphasized assets as to tip the line of mocking Gordon whom she did not care for, “is not on me, but that isn’t why you are here.” Gordon slightly amused, slightly pissed at her response took a second, “I see, maybe you are right and if I only came here, for this reason, I might take this conversation further, but as you so intuitively pointed out, I am not here to deliver your bad news.” Gordon reached into his well-ironed dress pocket and pulled out an envelope, he placed it in front of his cane and leaned back, “I wanted to make sure you received this offer from me, we have a second request for your services.”

Is It A Beautiful Nightmare or Ugly Prince?


Prince Iman paced back and forth in his office, he had received his latest reports on Project Chimera and the DNA was once again spliced unsuccessfully. He continued racking his mind, shaking it up, letting it go, and bringing it back to understand why he could not integrate the human genome into his targeted subject. There is something missing, he thought, what could it be, what am I not seeing, what needs to happen here? The lab was a pristine space with tubes, tables, white coats, and the proper PPE for all activities nicely placed in a sterile container outside the door. There were several rooms throughout the whole lab, each with its own purpose and goal. The room he currently occupied was his think tank, a wall filled with whiteboards, drawings, and papers laid out according to the information he needed. His team was off for the day, but he never would be, his goal, his legacy, in his mind all rode on this project. There were others he oversaw, but this particular one would revolutionize the OPAO and how it secured its power in the galaxy.

Declarations and Warning Shots


Octavia, Mayven, Valiance, and Neema were all on secured channels, each in their respective locations fulfilling their duties and preparing for the blizzard of shit they were potentially about to stir up. This call, however, was a surprise to their already unfolding plan. Mayven spoke first, “As you are all aware, we received two very significant transmissions which appear close in timing, General Octavia has not yet determined if these are coordinated or two distinctly separate acts of communication, General, you reported that there are updates to these communications and a recommendation for action?”

General Octavia nodded, “Yes, after deciphering the second transmission, we believe it is separate from the declaration of war by Saxony against the Dominion. The location of this second cryptic message has been identified and I recommend we send a reconnaissance vessel for further investigation. If we do not, there may be other powers in the galaxy who do, and we will be out of the loop of what might be happening there. We do not possess enough useful intel on what is there currently which is why this is recommended as an intelligence mission and not a rescue mission, the message did ask for help, but I do not think we are in a strong position to be much of assistance.” Valiance raised his voice to respond, “I defer to your experience and knowledge General, if this is what you recommend, then my vote is on gathering intelligence and reporting back. I imagine this message was received by many others and I do not think the OPAO needs to be caught in a crossfire if this turns out to be something more hostile than friendly.”

Mayven followed Valiance’s lead, “I agree, we cannot shift resources to confront an emerging threat in the region its been identified. Best to understand what it is, keep tabs on its movement, and understand the scope of the situation before further action.” Neema was biting her lip as the two agreed, her mind preoccupied with the terrorist investigation, she had just received reports of the interrogation success after an OPAO agent secured the crook from Club Denizen, a known rat and cellar bar for degenerates and half-lives. Mayven interrupted Neema’s wandering thoughts, “Princess Neema?” Neema cut off from her wandering shook herself back into reality, “Sorry, I was thinking about the current investigation after Daedalus. If you two agree, I have nothing to add.” Mayven nodded, “I understand, give Valiance and I update after the General signs off,” Mayven paused for Neema’s agreement, “General Octavia, you have our full support, however, I’d like to also hear your plans around Saxony’s declaration.”

General Octavia responded mindful and considerate to her careful thoughts on the evolving situation, “It does not surprise me Saxony has eventually come to their final decision of war against the Dominion, their history with the Dominion as many of ours has been conflicted and will remain until the Imperium is non-existent or we are. We know this as a power moving toward a similar fate, however, I still believe it is not time to declare any sides unless we have to. We remain out of Saxony’s way and once we have secured the strategic officer and have identified key sites for destabilizing the Dominion, we then enter negotiations with Saxony for establishing a conditional alliance. We do not have a lot of history with Saxony and as a result, I am still hesitant to trust their intentions, however, I believe together we can swiftly meet our goals and revisit the relationship for a long-term partnership depending on how things shake out.” There was silence as all parties thought about the direction. Mayven as her position usually demanded of her when galactic affairs were being discussed, spoke first, “Information in exchange for resources, I would imagine Saxony would very much like to see a strong map of the Dominion’s internal logistics, let’s keep this in mind, first we need that officer.” Valiance and Neema nodded without adding any more, “General, thank you for your report and thoughts, you are dismissed, Valiance and Neema let’s move my secure channel and speak about your investigation Neema.”

Operation: Master Key Pt 2.


“Damn, that was close!” Tyson said as he removed the virtual reality headset from his cranium. The team had just completed over 1000 simulations while on course to a disclosed Dominion high maximum-security prison orbiting in space. The last simulation was an “early compromise” plummeting the success of the operation where nearly all members were injured, one severity, and no acquisition of the objective, a catastrophic result. Major Baesili pulled the headset off disappointed, but not discouraged. She knew virtual reality simulations, especially before missions, were there to test extreme situations. She hoped the last simulation was not how it was going to go down. The pilot’s announcement over comm’s chimed into the room they’d all been training in, “Warp arrival in 2 minutes.” The comms clicked off, “Alright, Bloodhounds gear up and final checks, remember our mission and how we are achieving it, each of you for today are a God forsaken Dominion asshole with orders to transfer a high-risk strategic officer by the name of Cadrius Michael, Dominion suits on!” The team moved to their station in the small bay of the Dominion ship that had been captured by the OPAO and refurbished for this mission. Each member ran personal checks, did their rituals, and waited calmly to hear the ok by the pilot. Once they arrived in the system there would be Dominion security reaching out to their ship for identification and security approval. This information had all been obtained by intelligence teams of the OPAO which would get them in nice and close to the objective without having to fire a shot. No casualties on both sides would be the key to knowing whether this operation was a success or failure.
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Cassius blinked the sweat from his eyes, silently sighing as he eyed the man standing in the center of the observation deck. The man was standing with his arms outstretched, one arm extending directly above his head while the other extended directly to the side. His bare feet were together, almost as if he was standing at attention while balancing on the pads of his feet. Every so often the man would alternate arms, keeping his lower body completely still and balanced. Thin grey robes clung to his elderly frame, resembling a solar priest preforming missionary duties. However the thick golden jeweled medallion that hung from his neck set him apart, designating him as a high solar priest.

Cassisus checked his watch again, noting the time before increasing the polarization level on the visor he was wearing. An eerie red glow filled the observation deck, as he moved his eyes out towards the large glass dome. The red giant, S-1103 filled the entire field of view, quickly inducing a feeling of vertigo and forcing Cassius to look away. His eyes fell back on the high priest, as an expression of anger mixed with fatigue washed across his face before a loud series of metallic knocks could be heard.

The sound startled Cassius slightly, before the high priest’s voice echoed throughout the chamber.

“ Get it….” The man stated simply and without breaking his position.

“Gladly” Cassius said under his breath as he turned towards the exit bulkhead before pressing the door control.

Cassius was immediately greeted with the cool, almost ice cold, air that existed outside of the observation deck. A welcome break after standing in the equivalent of a sauna for the past hour. His eyes quickly focused on another officer as he stepped out of the threshold of the bulkhead before he noticed the data pad in the officer’s hand.

“ Sir, you and the high priest have a few messages from the Arch-diocese.” The officer said before moving the data pad towards Cassius

“ Thanks” Cassius grunted, taking the data pad as the officer quickly walked away.

Cassius looked towards the officer for a moment before looking back towards the bulkhead, letting out a sigh before focusing on the data pad again. His mind wandering towards how he ended up in this position in the first place.

High Priest Emporion Barca was a leading member of the high council. Solite politics is mostly outwardly peaceful but maintains a culture of subterfuge and deception. Every high solar priest maintains a retinue of wealthy and influential people to help aid in their quest for increased knowledge and power. In turn, these associates are tasked with handling the intelligence gathering efforts of numerous spies and other officials who are under the influence of high priests. High priest Barca was no different, he also maintained a multitude of informants and spies, but retained a relatively small number of associates. Most solar high priests maintain large groups of associates, adding to their public image as leaders of the people. High Priest Barca retained a singular person, Cassius, and he owed his career and possibly life to the high priest. Like all military leaders in the current age, Cassius gained his combat experience during the mordant uprising. Coming from a noble family of influence and wealth, Cassius attained a leadership position within the elite shock troops, marine raider detachments. Participating in the first operations of the uprising, Cassius distinguished himself as a competent leader before being poached by High Priest Barca. His previous detachment would go onto be completely wiped out during a botched orbital insertion over mordant shortly after.

The motion detection of the data pad activated, and a collection of messages appeared, categorized by varying urgency. Cassius skimmed the messages, reports from subordinates in military high command and the high church scrolled by as he moved the page to different messages. These were normal reports, denoting the positions and actions of local governors and, clergy and high priests. These messages were usually low in urgency, but today there were two high priority messages, both distinguished by the bold red highlight on the data pad.

The first was from a source within naval high command, specifically the officer who receives communications from long range destroyer patrols. High command received information of a possible distress signal from the far galactic east, past the core. The galactic far east was not very explored, so any information from this section of the galaxy would be very important. The captain of the ship wanted to investigate further, adding months to their deployment.

Secondly, and possibly the most jarring, was the reality of a popular uprising against the Dominion in the Saxonian Confederation. The Ecclesia’s time under dominion direct control is taught as ancient history, as the Ecclesia slowly split from direct control over the course of generations of separation. The Ecclesia has not formally split ties however and is still by treaty. This could be a chance to make history and expand into Dominion space.

‘The high priest would definitely want to know about this’ he thought before placing the data pad under his arm and looking back towards the observation deck bulkhead. Cassius hated being here with every fiber of his being. Every so often, when the high priest needed “guidance” or “ to hear the word of the gods” he charted a ship and made the weeklong trip to this doomed system. The D-112 system was home to six dead planets, long killed off by the red giant that they orbit. Everything was bathed in an eerie red glow The system itself was eerie and felt evil, whatever god this star embodied it was certainly a dark one.

The priest would order the vessel as close to the star as possible without sustaining damage and spend hours praying to it in the observation deck. Every time they entered the system, Cassius swore that this would be the time that the star would explode, asking himself, ‘ who knows how long this star has been here and who knows how much longer it has’. Personally, Cassius did not want to play chicken with a star.

Toggling the observation deck door control again, the heat of the room hit Cassius like a wall, prompting him to start sweating immediately. Heat waves could be seen through the bulkhead and mirage was visible by the floor near the high priest.

“Lord Barca” Cassius said loudly as he walked back onto the observation deck, his voice echoing throughout the large domed chamber.

“ Speak my child……” the high priest answered, dropping his arms and turning the face Cassius.

The skin on his face was cracked, dry and sunburnt yet caramel in color from years of devout prayer. His eyes were a deep maroon changing to a bright red when his face was shadowed, adding to the evil look of the priest.

“ Your agents in naval high command have discovered communications from a possible distress signal in the far east, they want to investigate further” Cassius said, removing the now damp data pad from his arm.

“ And……” the high priest said as he grunted, slowly making his way towards Cassius.

“ The Saxonian Confederation has declared themselves formally independent of the dominion and wishes to wage a conflict of popular opinion.” Cassius said curtly, before stretching the data pad towards him.

High Priest Barca was nearly a foot shorter than Cassius but even his aura made Cassius feel uncomfortable. He could feel the hairs on the back on his neck stand up as the priest grabbed the data pad. Despite the unnerving aura, Cassius trusted Lord Barca, as a son would a father. High priest Barca was always loyal to Cassius and is responsible for his quick ascent up the political and power ladder. Whether or not Lord Barca wishes to collect on his influence is to be seen, but for now he was a good leader and mentor. A ruthless political agent but a just leader to those who serve under him.

Lord Barca skimmed the two messages and lazily handed the data pad back to Cassius, a quizzical look firmly planted on his face.

“ Leiar…..” the priest said as his voice trailed off “ I know that family……contact our source in High Command, recommend that they investigate further. I will pay the extra wages and supplies” he finished before turning around to look back towards the red giant.

“ As for the Saxonians” he said in elderly raspy tone “ We must assist, we cannot miss this chance to showcase Solite supremacy and expand our power.” He finished with a quick pause before turning to face Cassius again, an evil grin beginning to form across his face.

“ We must make best speed to high command on Lokia, I have generals who are loyal to me there. This will suffice until we can court enough of the council in the favor of war.” Lord Barca finished as he slowly walked to observation deck bulkhead.

“ Come my son, we have much to discuss, I need my advisor present” he said in an almost parental tone, before waving his hand towards Cassius to join him.
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The Osthirii Synergy Emergence - A restless spirit

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Nag'Zix-Urazeus Orbital Colony


At the very edge of Osthirii Synergy territory, there exists a rather scarcely populated system, well, that is compared to all the inner systems.
A system made out of three red giant stars, at the end of their life, illuminating a little over 20 planets and 3 asteroid rings, and a wide range of space based cities pertaining to these ancients!
Only three planets are colonised and terraformed, whereas an inner system would have all planets and most asteroids filled to the brim with Osthirii, Not that this would be a strange sight since, after all, they do not technically speaking die of old age, but they do continue to, slowly multiply...

Here in this station there has been a recent visit of one of the ten million Queens this overly crowded people subject to. A new directive for this system, a new ruler, yet the same game and the same cycle.

Exion UH-5, a rather old member of the society stood contemplative at the window of an outer module of the colony.



He was carrying conversations with himself, all the 67 personality entities of himself, peacefully debating the reasons for existence and why is it that the his people, despite older conflicts and factions of government, still have never gotten the hint.

"Security and anonymity, they say..." echoing deep voices running through his mind as emotions make his lights glow brighter.
"Just live your eternity, participate in the research of eternity and join the endeavour to increase the knowledge to the best of your abilities, they say! Pfff!" Exion UH-5 reached a temper that is unusual for most Osthirii

"We all know about previous generations of our personalities, about how we are supposed to treat the universe right?" He was asking himself while opening a communications pad with one of his root-limbs, on the wall next to him. but before the ruling consciousness group could act another smaller group of his personalities interrupted him

"Are you sure you want to contact those trouble-makers? haven't our queens had enough to deal with in the last eon?" The insecurity could be felt as a portion of his red glow started to fade into darkness.
The debate could last for entire cycles, if but for a strong resolve by which Exion UH-5 was functioning.
Not that this would be unusual for a multi-personality based entity, since these ancients love long and juicy inner debates but this one particular Osthirii wasn't about to do that.

"Our Tah'Or Scrolls say: ...and let the universe reach it's purpose, let it be filled with knowledge and life of all kinds according to their nature, let evolution win the day, and may death simmer and fade! Let wisdom and unity be the true rulers of life and not be succumbed to petty selfishness and pride for these emotions kill! Nay, Let this universe reach eternity!...
It is the fundamental core of our beliefs, if we were to have been respecters of this we wouldn't have just been staying around with our roots in a rock, meditating and debating philosophy all eternity!"


Another personality with a more feminine tone began to speak.

"I Agree with Logic Section 2 Sitting around concerned only about our interests has, indeed made us witnesses to our own failures!"

Exion UH-5's red glow began to burn brightly again

"Eons has our kind existed, indeed since before the origins of The Karbana Kinnis - Hyper world and wormhole network, we have seen those people pass away too, Civilization after civilization, wave of sentience after wave of sentience, developing throughout the galaxy... and all for what?
They built monuments and terraformed countless worlds, ruled like true children of the universe, only to fall under their own pride and greed eventually turning stupid and destructive - fighting each other to death, leaving behind but remnants at best!
Our Galaxy has become a joke to the rest of the universe!
Even as we do our usual debates this present wave of sentience is experiencing inner conflict of interests and dreams of power over other, all the while the universe expanding into nothingness and laughing at the lack of vision! Thank INFINITY we are not the only universe out there!"


Yet another voice started to speak, sounding more like a lion. Leader Section Prime.

"Indeed, as i am about to be assimilated into the nanite core to process my wisdom and experience, i can say only this, do not fail again - pass on the message to the Orbullah faction because we will keep forgetting the ancient past again and again, if we keep isolating here.
Remember that none of us in Exion UH-5, nor in any of our fellow Osthirii brethren, can remember our origins, we don't even know where is our first world! If that is not evidence enough that death is winning us over as well, then i don't know what is!
Do this, and may Infinity bless the hearts and minds of whomever is willing to listen to wisdom!"


And Thus, Exion UH-5 presses the top of a thin root on a holo-pad sending out an encrypted message to the Orbullah Faction...
Their emergence has started to snowball. Let's hope they are prepared for the upcoming events!

Will this light be consumed by the hostile galaxy, or will they get to become the carers of the universe they so realised would be the only sustainable force against the ever-perishing waves of life in this 14.5 billion year old universe!

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A Young Passion


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Ira 001 X Omega - A rather young Osthirii, Just finishing up on some important Meta-science theory studies related to the quantum realm takes a stroll around a forest of Emi.

The Emi are massive trees mushroom-shaped trees genetically engineered by The Osthirii biologists to generate silicates and minerals out of pure energy, As these people eat a lot of matter from the universe and leave behind only dead matter crystals as waste, they needed to find a way to preserve a balance in the universe. So these trees, shaped like mushrooms, the size of mountains, and completely built out of root-like formations, litter most worlds and geo-engineered asteroids, ring worlds and whatnot, of the whole Osthirii Synergy systems.



She is spending some time with her inner personalities, some 88 in this personality cycle, counting and observing the stars of the galaxy according to the overall available Synergy Research.

As her irregular spherical body lowers to the ground, the roots she uses as legs, sink in the ground developing deeper and starting to feed on the natural nutrients.
Inner circuitry bleeps and she starts tapping into the Synergy Meta-Scope, their way of observing and measuring the galaxy as they have built it in part of the collective technology used by all of their planets. A connected "hyper-scope" that uses a hyperspace network to accurately observe the galaxy and register all data available about it's evolution throughout the eons.

This is how they keep observing the galaxy and the universe for accurate data.

"1.002.003.445.544, aaand, there goes another one this penta-cycle, a beautiful red giant fizzling out, now entering into the process of completely shedding out it's layers and turning into a white dwarf, we are left at 1.002.003.445.543..."
Ira 001 X Omega's Enthusiasm can be felt, as her lights blip on and off, changing from bright red to bright white and off and on again, expressing, excitement at absorbing personal wisdom from the universe.



But while she was counting the total stars of the galaxy, there was a new development that interrupted her immediately.

"Hold on a second -- yep two proto-stars just burst into main sequence... uhhh... just two tiny red dwarfs. Ah well... it'll be 1.002.003.445.545 in this galaxy then!" She said that with a pinkish dim light signalling a sigh of frustration, as this particular Osthirii loves anything other than the reminders of how the universe will look one day. And the fact that she is going to live to see that horrible day! Red dwarves will be the last stars left in the end...



An old battle vessel waiting...


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Resting in the cover of the thick nebula near the Sagittarius Black hole, about 900 LY distance from the main territory, there exists an old, almost derelict, battle ship of a once burning and passionate Osthirii society.



Although the design is the same as present day Osthirii spaceships, this has a larger amount of weapons, which, strangely enough are ready and engaged.
A set of gravity guns - which when shot at a target causes it to collapse under it's own pressure causing an implosion then a massive explosion, damaging even nearby ships. Although old and unstable fully functional and efficient. Takes a long time to cool off...

An array of plasma beam cannons, connected to an internal power source generated by a sealed singularity reactor. These cannons are flexible and can spin around almost in any direction with a strength capable to blow up the shields of almost any vessel and melt through their hull at the same time, also used to bomb the surface of planets, affecting their ecosystem as well by inadvertently raising the temperature of the atmosphere and burning away it's gas balance.

And an array of hyperspace antennae, which they use to keep in touch with the overall Synergy, and scan for the right time to apply force!

They are prepared even with a powerful shield that can deflect any projectile based weaponry, but cannot resit for long under a barrage of strong beam weaponry.

Here lay one of the leaders of the Orbullah faction! Waiting... Hibernating... calculating...

Blip... Blip... Blip...

SCANNING...
SCANNING...
SCANNING...


WARNING!
MESSAGE INCOMING!
SOURCE...
ANONNYMOUS!
MESSAGE DOWNLOADING...

WARNING!
EQUATIONS COMPLETE!
HIBERNATION CEASING!

Blip... Blip... Blip...

Activating perception filters!
Activating cloaking mechanism!
Engaging alien avoidance protocol...


Blip... Blip... Blip...

Engaging artificial King Korbeddeon!
Checking personality entities integrity...
Scanning...
Scanning...

567 out of 567 operational

Downloading information!


As these preliminary checks and procedures finish, a deep breathing sound engages, steam fills a dark room inside this 5 Kilometre long vessel.
A bright blue light turns on illuminating an Osthirii like entity, only like no other usual Osthirii Adult. This one is fully encased in metal and has but this eye from which this blue light shines on. It's limbs are not visible yet due to the room being completely dark.

A deep masculine echoing voice engages with a sigh of relief...

"Ahhhhh... So! It is finally time..."

ARTIFICIAL KING TURNED ON!


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Somewhere near Y’ha N’thlei

Traveler-28-T exploratory expedition




The S’Hraa Ciss vessel was lying in wait, listening to the music of the spheres for the expected disturbance. The crew of five have spent the last few days hibernating in the dreamlands, to simulate and prepare. For four of them, this will be a test. To prove their worth to the Vera’Shen and to their society. Their task is simple but the challenges are unknown. Their success will allow them to continue on with their place in society and allow for more responsibilities. Their failure will be punished, if they survive. The fifth crewmember, and the only with who has done anything worth recognizing is Sren’th, the one who is overseeing the four others who, having not yet done anything of note, are simply referred to as one through four.

At first, only the experienced Sren’th felt a change in their dreams. A hollow void which oppressive darkness threatened to strangle the light. This feeling can only come from that which music is corrupt. That which accursed history has long since strangled any dreams that may have existed and which void is filled with nightmares. Their destination has arrived.

Soon they all felt the repulsion, a primal sense of dread from that accursed planet which dark aura assails their senses, telling them to flee lest they too be swallowed by the doom that came there. Any hopes of success quickly fled the thoughts of the four, but they knew what was expected of them and what they had to do.

They all prepared to transition from the dreamlands to the waking world, unsure of what secrets and dangers awaited them.



Vera’Shen Office of Intelligence – Karbana Kinnis



Hathax is kept occupied with his work, as he often is, perusing through the various reports that littered his room. He and his underlings working tirelessly filtering information and coming to conclusions. His scales have lost their shine and his gait has slowed, clearly working hard at the expense of his health. A token of his loyalty and dedication. Dedication that often pays dividends.

So far, he has gathered that the Humans are engaging on some sort of internal struggle, one that seems to have been long in the making. He has gathered that this Dominion lays claim to all have Humanity and at least one faction, possibly more, has felt abused enough to declare overt conflict. The mobilization of human vessals in several locations seem to corroborate this.

In addition, an unusual transmission was detected. The message was not known nor who sent it, but evidence indicates it was not Human in origin. It would seem other forces are beginning to emerge. Reasons unknown, but considering open conflict was declared, it seems suspicious.

“Elder Hathax, an update from the expedition. And Elder Sithax sends his regards” A Vara’Shen youngling announced. Depositing a note and a curious bottle onto Hathax’s desk, before departing. Hathax turned to read the note.

Corruption found, interference in the dreams stronger than expected. Harmony detected every fourth oscillation indicating Forsaken are pacified, beginning mission. Will report soon on results.

Hathax worries for what this means, and what it might lead him to. The signs are becoming apparent, the prophecy becoming clearer. But this can not be. Surely it was not meant to be bound to these… others. These non Serekin. Hathax will need to keep an eye on the results of the expedition as it may confirm his theory. It was always assumed the actions of the Serekin would be the contributing factor to the prophecy, but if they were wrong… and if the conflict is a harbinger of what is to come… If N’Yagoth… It could happen again.

There is no need to act now, not when there is time to gather all the facts. He will need to bring it up with the others, but for now… perhaps he can keep an eye out for an opening to abduct a few humans. The S’Hraa Ciss might soon need to meddle in this conflict, for the good of everyone, and it is best to have as many advantages as possible. Advantages that Sithax is good at bringing.

Reaching for the bottle, he paused for a moment to examine it. It was a clear glass bottle filled with a viscous purple liquid. The seal and label on it indicating it was personally prepared by Sithax and it was a stimulant Hathax was fond of. Hathax popped the seal and downed the contents quickly. He gagged slightly as the flavor was far from the reason any one would drink it, but it would keep his mind sharp for the sleepless nights he worked. He does not need sleep, he needs answers.



Sithax’s private laboratory- Deep within Karbanna Kinnis




The cavern was dark, the only lighting emitting from luminescent lichen. The air stank heavily with the decay of organisms in various states of degradation. Various bottles, bowls, and other containers were lined along shelves scattered throughout the room containing various ingredients for various recipes. The only immaculate place were several intricate pedestals featuring several ornate vases, though void of anything currently the dirt within suggested whatever alchemical plant contained within was recently harvested and removed. Along one table was a scattering of notes containing various formulas and words suggesting of an attempted potion that has yet to achieve any meaningful results. Sometimes written in ink, sometimes in blood.

In one dark corner sat Sithax, the greatest alchemist alive. He is unmoving and in a posture suggesting he is dreaming, mentally preparing various potions and tonics for various purposes. Then, a youngling entered, blindfolded and branded with two symbols. One indicating him a Yuklas, and the other indicating low ranking. “A message from Elder Hithax.” The youngling announced before departing, leaving the message behind. Sithax, aroused from his sleep viewed the message, a sly grin escaping his otherwise blank expression.

“Ah finally. I might be getting some more adequate test subjects very soon. Hard to trial on animals that can’t answer questions, but something with intelligence I might be able to coerce…” Sithax moved the carcasses to a section of the room then unceremoniously dumped them down a hole in the floor. “Now if Sren’th can get me a few more Pustula plants for my experiments, maybe I can refine this serum. Ensure our place in this galaxy. In the meantime, there are preparations to be made, spaces must be made available for any captives.”
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Uchade, Union of Oros

The sun stood high over the fields and meadows of Uchade. Much like many other Orosian planets, Uchade was rurally organized, its people living in isolated farmsteads and villages, protected by a group of Knights that ruled over the world. The world itself wasn't very noteworthy, being firmly inside Orosian territory, safe from attacks from outside, or so its inhabitants would think.

Munir Meeuwsen, a farmer belonging to the Charge class, looked out from the hilltop near his farm. He saw the golden fields of genetically modified crops that would be harvested to feed Orosian and Dominion citizens alike. He could see the government-provided agricultural robots lumber along, trying to identify any crops blighted by the disease that had spread around the system a few months prior. What he also saw, however, was a large cloud of dust, slowly moving over the road that led to his and other farms. Getting curious, he decided to climb down and see what was going on.

As he approached the road, he could see the source of all of the dust and commotion. A large group of Orosian soldiers was marching down the road, slowly approaching. As they got close enough, Munir recognized some of them. In particular, he identified one of them as Ulysses Bruhn, his childhood friend that had joined the Orosian military forces immediately after finishing his education and becoming old enough. And from what Munir could see, Ulysses was leading the group of soldiers marching before him. He yelled "Ulysses, my old friend! I knew you'd make it this far! What news from the Brave?"

"Aye," the other man replied, "I got promoted only a week ago, but I already have my hands full. Lady Sepp is mobilizing the troops. I think there's some trouble afoot."

"Trouble? With whom? Oros has lived in peace for nearly two centuries now!"

"Haven't you heard? The damn Saxonians have declared war! They're going to secede from the Dominion, so Grand Master Hepburn has issued an order to mobilize our army. Expect some heavier taxes coming soon as well, the Brave are gonna need to eat!" Munir let out a small laugh after hearing those words. "I'll do my best, Ulysses, at least we won't have to pay Dominion taxes anymore if we decide to help Saxony."

Ulysses chuckled and said: "Anyway, enough about me and the state of the galaxy at large. How have you been? Are the kids doing alright?"

"I'm doing well, thank you for asking. Brigita and my son and daughter are doing well too. Trishna's been getting high grades in school and Tarek says he wants to be a soldier when he grows up, just like you!"

"Very good, anyway, I've got to get going, don't wanna miss my transport" with those words, Ulysses and the group of soldiers behind him continued marching down the road. Munir watched them for some time, and then he climbed back up the hill, towards his home.

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Many hours later, when it was already deep into the night, Munir was driving back down that same road he encountered the soldiers on. He had gone drinking with some of his friends in a small bar in the nearby town, and was now letting his car drive him back home. He could hold his liquor well enough, but it wasn't legal on many Orosian planets to drive after drinking. Of course, if he'd been in one of the Orosian inner systems, he'd just use one of those fancy 'influence purge pills' he'd heard so much about, which were supposed to remove any sort of effect on the mind from alcohol or drugs. Sadly though, it was not to be, and he was forced to just wait while his autonomous car brought him back home.

The night sky was cloudy, and banks of fog were starting to roll in over the verdant hills. The temperature was starting to drop, and it became clear that that side of Uchade was slowly approaching its winter season. Munir leaned against the car window and smiled, remembering the snowball fights he and his family had every time the snow fell. He thought he could smell ozone, which was odd, but he thought it could be because of the alcohol. The car drove on and rounded a corner close to his home. That was when he saw it: smoke.

As the car approached his farm Munir could smell it too. A great cloud of smoke emerged from somewhere behind the hills. Throwing caution to the wind, Munir grabbed the car's steering wheel and turned off its autodrive. He accelerated, driving home as quickly as he could. As he drove, he saw that his fields were set alight. The farming robots laid broken and mutilated in the fields, clearly destroyed and scavenged for components. He drove up the hill and stopped his car, running into his house. Too adrenaline-charged to even care about any potential danger, he searched the house. There was blood all over the floor, and much of the furniture had been broken into or destroyed to get to the contents within.

As Munir ran into the kitchen, he saw a scene that would stay with him for the rest of his life. His dog, an Orosian shepherd named Andromeda, was curled up on the tiled kitchen floor, clearly dead, and beyond her lay Munir's wife, Brigita. Munir crouched down and cradled her as she bled from multiple wounds. A bloody kitchen knife and a pitchfork lay beside her, clearly having been used to fend off some unknown assailant. Brigita clutched at Munir's arm as she spoke: "They... they took the kids, Munir. I couldn't stop them. I'm so sorry". Brigita started sobbing, prompting Munir to hold her. "It's gonna be okay," Munir replied, "I'll find them, I promise. I'll make that scum pay!"

It took ten more agonizing minutes for the authorities to arrive, but it was already too late at that point. And so, Brigita Meeuwsen died in her husband's arms. Ulysses stepped into the room, having been ordered to investigate the great clouds of smoke that were now high in the sky above the house. As firemen were putting out the fires, and local police forces were already searching the area, he spoke: "I am so sorry, Munir. We received word that a group of pirates were preparing to raid this planet, but we were too damn late. I never expected this would happen."

"It's okay," Munir replied, sobbing between the words as he crouched on the floor. "Well, it's not okay, but you know what I mean"

"So, what are you gonna do now?"

"I'm going to need an audience with our local Knight, I think. Yes, that would be good."
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Royal Planet of Rakkathdohr


Hyperion Rauffashix System



"Royal assembly of the queens of the Aeonian Memorial is assembled! Be at peace!" A loud low based and echoing voice reverberates across the maze-like halls of the inner sanctum of the Memorial Queens.

This is one of the oldest worlds that The Osthirii Synergy has colonized in more than 5 billion years...
The Royal Planet of Rakkathdohr, is a rather average sized rocky world, that has been filled with buildings to the brim! Almost no vegetation, this world the size of two Earths, is part of the innermost cluster of stars the Osthirii Synergy owns.

You could say this is a trinary system with one orange dwarf star, one red dwarf star and one white giant at the centre of the gravity mass, but then the stars here are so tightly packed together, that the light from stars of other neighbouring systems illuminate the sky of this planet without them actually being part of this system.

Here, and other locations like it, vast amounts of elder Osthirii gather together and channel their queens, particularly the queens that deal with the preservation and accumulation of knowledge.

This whole planet is built to act as a massive repositorium of knowledge, and has it's surface littered with these gargantuan buildings, these "sanctums" where the elders of the Osthirii Synergy gather together, to contemplate and debate history, almost meaninglessly, if one outsider was to observe them.

One particular Osthirii elder, Orektho Numinis, was hailed as head of the royals. The "Royals" as they are called, are amidst the oldest Osthirii, and have been chosen by the queens to become their sole vessels of possession and deliberation. These look different than most Osthirii, in that they shine with the perpetual light of a youngling, that is blue-cyan light, and are coated with more rocky material rather than the usual mossy surface of their outer shell.



Orektho Numinis, stood upright (well as upright as a spheroid creature with roots as limbs, can be), facing the masses of Osthirii gathered together, almost like the Pope of the Vatican standing over the balcony to preach, one human might think...

In his mental layer, he was projecting himself to all the vast rooms of the inner sanctum, indeed, of all the inner sanctums of this planet.
He was indeed standing over a balcony-like platform, on the base levels of this behemoth of a building which top reaches outer space.

Bellow him there were the hundreds of billions of elder Osthirii summoned for this memorial.
To them this is almost a religious event, if they were a religious people...

The commemoration of the galaxy's "recent" history, as they call it. It might have started as a means to strategize and prepare for their eventual joining of the galactic community, but it stayed at that faze alone, and eventually it morphed into this event of observation, contemplation and debate...

As Orektho Numinis was observing the masses coming to a rest, and all other transports docking in their places in the orbital spaceports, he entered the inner sanctum and lowered himself on the ground next to more of his fellow Royal Osthirii, which looked alike.

"Let the commemoration begin, and let us keep the silence due to show respect for our queens!" Orektho Numinis, spoke one last time with the same echoing voice, that was broadcast across the whole planet, and the whole empire to those whom they may have wanted to tune in.

Then a humming sound began to rise in volume and the light emitted by the Royals became brighter and brighter until it became downright blinding to a human eye.
Then it all became dead silent, shortly after which a sonic boom reverberated across the whole planet, as thousands of these queens possessed thousands of available royals all over, making these royals start to hover high, and reducing their brightness just by a third of the total brightness.

Their now almost blinding light, was a sign that their leaders were present and all due respect and awe was to be offered by all Osthirii present.

A sudden, almost deafening feminine voice was heard, a multitude of these voices spoke in unison, echoing and reverberating across the entire planet, with a mighty yet calming tone, bringing all Osthirii in a meditative almost trance like state, as these queens not only spoke through audible sounds but through psychic waves and even through their hyperspace-based networking technology.

All the present queens were acting as one entity!
"Our beloved Children of the Vastness! let us begin our Aeonian commemoration. Let us see and compare the state of the Galaxy as it was, and as it is! And let us predict it's future and see our role in all of this!"

To be Continued


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Near the outer edge of the central bulge of the galaxy, just about 1,098 lightyears away from the main territory of the Osthirii Synergy, there exists a nebula... Albeit in appearance would look like a star forming region, with dense, dark, nebulae, enveloping bright blue and red stars; this one stays apart from the average spaces as it is found in a pocket quantic frequency of the galaxy, where it became a perfect hiding place.



This, roughly 50 light-year in volume, pocket of space was named Odomonnis-Xigurah (or in our tongue, the prison of demons). This one, containing well over a thousand star systems, are hidden just slightly outside the local universe, therefore not being detectable by many other dwellers that would come by this place. Although an extension of such vast star forming region in the main dimension of the universe this is but one extension outward into the multiverse.

Here, like many such places throughout the central bulge of the galaxy (a fertile place for such pocket frequencies due to the concentrated amount of small black holes and the central one) has become a sort of "dumping ground" where the recluse, the insane, the criminal and defective in general Osthirii, are being exiled by the Osthirii law, and are left to fend for themselves.

Amid the myriad of desolate worlds orbiting these spectral stars, there be one planet in the Reverse 5 Emmix system which orbits a gargantuan gas giant.
If but for some strange properties this particular planet would have collapsed into a brown dwarf or even a red dwarf star, but nonetheless it stays in a turbulent gas giant state with hundreds of moons orbiting it.

Moon Reverse 5 Emmix 2-33




Though the moon , be a desolated world, it has a rather turbulent atmosphere - amid the rumbling and thundering sand-storms that fill the twilight of this moon, there is a ruined Osthirii colony. A desolate city - once hosting glory and wisdom, now crumbled but to scrap metals and rusted monuments...

At the lower base of the cliff of one of the massive craters that litter the surface of this moon, there is one such rusted, old building.
A building of significance.

Amid the rusty pipes and corroded cables, derelict and cracked walls and flickering lights, in a remote hallway, where the light of the local orange dwarf star, barely shines through some holes in the walls of this ruin, an old Osthirii almost dormant, with roots grown into the fabric of the building, seemingly forgotten to time.

An Osthirii that would be considered defective, abandoned and forgotten.
Zinax is his name - an insult in the Osthirii tongue, meaning "bringer of shame and regret" (albeit not a name that was given by his progenitor), his red lights humming and flickering and sometimes fading between white and red glow, quite chaotic, seems to be half dead Osthirii.



Zinax, has been ignored by all the Osthirii inhabiting this moon, as he has not been seen "online" since forever... No contact with the outside world, rather internally debating upon information... His roots, though seemingly small, grew deep within the moon's crust. He became a sort of hyperspatial receiver, tuning into all channels of The Osthirii synergy, "illegally" monitoring all events within the Synergy. up to and including the present Aeonian memorial which is being held on his birth-planet.

The Memorial - Royal Planet of Rakkathdohr




The electronic opera of sounds, fills the atmosphere of this planet and many other planets like these, as the Osthirii everywhere are celebrating the Aeonian Memorial and the presence of the queens.
Then a moment of silence as the queens begin to speak again from the synchronous union of the possessed, brightly shining Royals:

"Beloved children of the vastness. Eternity shines again on us as we remember the progress of this..."
a sudden and ominous interruption in their harmonious feminine voice.
White noise then... "ERROR" a suden shout of a masculine tone thunders across the whole synergy, thus causing an alarm to warn the artificial King of the Orbullah faction.

Then the speech resumes as if nothing happened. Almost as if no Osthirii could notice that anomaly.

"... of this Universe. More precisely of this Galaxy!" Shortly after this all Osthirii shouting with joy, cheering towards the queens and the knowledge that would be revealed.

"We will start with the youngest species and space faring civilization that this cycle of sentience has brought."



"They call themselves the Human Species and afferent subspecies. An iteration of the organic spectrum... from our common Father The Universe!"
Shortly after another shout of joy from all Osthirii

"A rather chaotic species..." ZZZZTTZZZZZ another even more ominous interruption with a shift in tone of voice followed by an evil almost demonic tone "NO SURPIRISE THERE!... ALL OTHER LIFE IS PATHETIC IN COMPARISON TO US!... TO ME!" ZZZTTZZTTZZZZZ And as before, no,one noticed that is... except for Korbeddeon and the Orbullah faction, who managed to unplug from the Osthirii Synergy hive mind and rely only on Korbeddeon's artificial support.

As the Memorial continues and civilization after civilization is brought up, these ominous interruptions repeating every so often, Zinax takes almost no notice... but rather one of his many personalities giving a sarcastic remark: "Hhhmph... Perfect presentations my queens... or should i say... as the humans used to put it in their religious past, antichrist!"

Then a sudden silence as his psychological contrition would not be a very healthy one, suffering from an ancient - more than likely artificially induced - multiple personality disorder. His personalities not even residing in his body... not fully... his roots extending deep underground thus abnormally extending the structure of his body and making room for thousands of personality entities which is way more than even one hundred Osthirii could hold at full capacity.

Amid all the blips of endless calculations that his body produce, a sudden silence as all lights turn white.

Theme => Globus - Europa - youtube.com/watch?v=Y7hDF1scxPM


"Son..." A deep toned whisper echoes through the mind of Zinax. "Eruund... Son!"
Again the same voice, Korbeddeon's voice made clear as Zinax is processing.
All of the sudden, a crackling electric noise, as the lights of Zinax turn bright blue and shocks of lightning emit from his body.

Shock after shock, followed by an intense electromagnetic pulse, a mutant power, should any Osthirii be caught in this, it would kill their nanites and start a process of slow death in them. But not in Zianx. as he has become much more than just an Osthirii. Although his outer spherical body would not look different...

"F... Father?" A faint, tired, voice follows the chaos... as if a thousand sleepy children spoke with unison.
"I know what these decrepit queens did to you my son, remember your name! Eruund!" As Korbeddeon spoke his birth name, using the calculations given two weeks ago by a follower by the name of Exion UH-5, more electric shocks started to surge through his roots and ion his body.

Only this time the electricity took a green hue, almost as if filled with some ethereal substance, a change... a change started to take place within Eruund as he remembered his name.

This electric waves now extending into the ruin making it shine bright green with glistening flickers of green and white, from a distance chunks of the ruined building started to fall from the top to the bottom, revealing thick networks of roots shining bright green!
These roots started to animate and became flexible like tentacles grabbing the chunks of the building and sticking it back together...

These waves forcing a metamorphosis in the whole building as Eruund's excessive mutant nanites, went to work and spilled, almost erroneously the natural split-shift ability of the Osthirii only into the building and surrounding structures, as huge root formations shot out of the ground and into the surrounding terrain reaching out to the crater cliff.

A massive metallic structure was starting to take shape and surrounding Osthirii prisoners were starting to be drawn to it.

"Listen to me son, I am about to make you into the most powerful artificial king!" Korbeddeon spoke with an iron hard conviction as he kept channelling his thoughts into Eruund.

"I will be but a shadow in comparison to you as from now on, the operation to cleanse our people is about to begin! So rise my son! i say RISE!" As Korbeddeon spoke these last words the metllic structure finished assembling!

A behemoth reaching outside the atmosphere of the moon, with countless Osthirii plugged into it's walls in special slots for them to rest in. Everything shining in a dark green hue...



Exis - Exis - Nexus - 99-99-99 Shift Artifice King ONLINE

"The nexus is operational, Progenitor Korbeddeon - artificial king of second degree is thanked for the participation -
Exis-Exis Nexus 99-99-99 assumes role as PRIMARY artificial king of the ORBULLAH Faction.
Engaging Queen avoidance protocol...
Engaging corruption prevention network...
Engaging Meta-Osthirii Consciousness supporting systems...
Engaging Galactic Hyperspace telescope and communication systems...

Primary artificial king Exis-Exis Nexus 99-99-99 FULLY OPERATIONAL!"

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Operation: Master Key – Walk Light, Bite Hard.


“Helios 4 inbound for scheduled transfer…command how do you copy?” The short resolute man called over his radio piloting the stolen Dominion spacecraft, he had been in numerous covert operations requiring him to remain confident, and unyielding in his approach from transmitting his intentions to those he had to convince of his legitimacy.

“Helios 4, this is command, we do not have a scheduled transfer in our logs, what is your identification and mission over?” The space command from the high security prison responded with what sounded to be like more curiosity than suspicion. Although, even if there was a bit of suspicion, the OPAO intelligence had done its extensive deep dive into the fabric what information was needed to be communicated for passing the Dominion’s security check pitfalls.

“Command sending over our transfer code now, our mission is of the upmost confidentiality and has been delegated to us directly by Octo Smith and his higher command.” The transfer code was pulled off a Dominion vessel after the OPAO ambushed their ship, it was then hacked and restructured by the OPAO intelligence and technology communities within their government to reflect a high priority transfer of Strategic Officer Magnus Evander.

“Received and preparing gates for your arrival, Commanding Officer Jones will be greeting you at the front door, smooth sailing.” The transmission and feedback ended with a gate and arrival code sent to the OPAO covert team’s ship. The pilot clicked on his intercom, “Alright ladies and gents, we are inbound t-minus 59 seconds, updating gate coordinates into your HUDS, the CO is named Jones, he will be picking you up at the gate. We will sit tight unless Plan B is called, good luck, walk light bite hard. “ This was the Bloodhound tagline, “walk light, bite hard.” They were the OPAO’s most diligent, honest, and professional soldiers developed for these sorts of missions. Their reputation would need to be accurate, as the next several hours would determine the momentum of an inevitable war.

Major Baesili scanned her environment revealing professional men and women performing last weapons checks. She had 59 seconds to deliver her brief, more than enough, “Bloodhounds focus up!” Baesili snatched the atmosphere into her lungs demanding attention from her squad, “Donovan remember you take point playing as our CO.” Baesili paused as Donovan confirmed with a thumbs up, “Tyson, you are following Donovan as his second, Claire you are taking rear with me, with Miranda at middle formation as medic.” Baesili knew her team well, what she was designating in her brief was not information they needed to be reminded of, but to give them that moment to switch gears. It was more about the energy Baesili was creating in the space than the words she was delivering. Baesili finished, “we’ve played this out more than one thousand times in our simulations, we know what to do at every level of this operation, if we are who we saw we are, then there will be no need to fire a round.” The team uniformly without hesitation signaled their acknowledgement, “walk light bite hard.”

The pilot had docked smoothly and the cargo doors opened up displaying a long corridor. Donovan lifted himself up from the seat dressed in a Dominion uniform. His face was solid, strong chin, dark brown hair with deep blue eyes. His mind quiet as he stepped off the ship with the rest of his team following. Major Baesili took rear ensuring the security and safety of each team member, like a mother bird keeping count of her flock at each turn.

The team approached a uniform line of Dominion soldiers standing firmly in their position. The CO stepped forward, “Welcome, my name is Tobias Jones, I am the commanding officer of this facility, I have three men assigned to escort you to the Iso-Unit 227, are there any questions?” The CO scanned the Bloodhounds intensely, he wasn’t sure why he was not included on this high priority transfer, but the questioning came more from doubt in the Dominion’s internal strength. The Dominion had been suffering organizationally for quite sometime, most of those who were in leadership positions understood this which gave rise to paranoia, this paranoia did not escape their fearless leader Octo Smith either, which gave the CO an impression that Octo Smith may be transferring this specific prisoner because of the recent declaration of war between them and the Saxony. Yet where it made sense, it also did not make sense, maybe he’d act with trust and let this team fulfill their objective, or maybe he’d question his authorities and confirm if this team was in fact sanctioned to do this transfer.

Donovan split the inward introspection of the CO by reaching into his uniform and pulling out forged papers to reinforce the Bloodhounds legitimacy. The CO clutched the papers pulling back toward him and scanning quickly, “I see.” The CO waived his hand up as his Dominion comrades stepped aside to let the Bloodhounds stroll through with three Dominion soldiers taking lead.

Twenty some stories down and a labyrinth of halls and doors later, the team approached another strong security check-point. Baesili thought to herself, if this goes south, we have no choice but to blow the can, we are locked in here. It was clear to her that even in their simulations they did not have all the security check points fleshed out, not to mention there were some extra halls the intelligence team did not account for.

The young Dominion soldier turned to a one-way window, “Open Iso 227.” There was no response but the door engaged in a process of unlocking. The young soldier moved to pull the door open revealing a deep dark interior. With only light slicing in from the doorway, a thick bearded man knelt chained to the center of the room bound by his wrists. The slack in the chains afforded no movement with tension unless he was to prone out. The young soldier and Donovan stepped in, the soldier called out, “Bring in the Gauntlets!”

Two other soldiers came through the open door with large circular device. On the device were four thick wide cuffs that were pulled to expand titanium chained links, the cuffs were attached to the knelt man on his forearms after the removal of his current chains. The prisoner was then raised to his feet with the second pair of cuffs expanded to his ankles for snapping on ankle cuffs. Donovan witnessing the process saw a fatigued, yet surprisingly built man with a circular device in the center of chains, which formed the design of an “X”. The prisoner could only shuffle before tension stopped his advance. The soldiers were trained to pick up underneath the shoulders on both sides to support the prisoner’s weight for a quicker move.

The young soldier ordered the escorts, “Let’s move to the service elevator and get your team topside.”

Denizen: F***


Lilith opened the envelope after Gordon left her presence, she read it through and with her doubts to this offer she wanted to decline. However, she knew her reputation would be damaged if she did. Not to mention the target that’d be placed over her head by defying the motivations of Gordon and Dizzy. Instead she contemplated how she might turn this deal in her favor. Before finishing her thoughts as time seemingly passed swiftly into the day a call rang from the manager’s office of her club. Unusual, she picked up, “Boss, we got a problem.” Lilith annoyed at her incompetent employee who did not follow it up with any further details was interrupted before she could respond. The door to her office opened up with an officer and Neema Valshek.

Lilith put down the phone, “Fuck.”

Neema approached the officer, “We are clear, wait outside and let me know if we have any issues.” The officer stepped out, closed the door, and Neema walked over to the table of Lilith. Lilith locked eyes with Neema, “and what do I owe the pleasure for relegated appearance?” Neema smirked as Lilith had that similar bite of attitude as Neema did when approaching authority in her life.

Neema sat down pervading confidence and elegance in her poise, “You know sweetheart.” Lilith thought, did she just minimize me to a sweetheart? Before Lilith responded as this whole unfolding of events was quite surprising Neema continued, “I have been following Gordon for quite sometime, your connection to the espionage albeit was a process of bureaucratic confirmations, it was none the less confirmed. You will be afforded two options today, perform the heist and work with us in capturing Gordon and Dizzy…or…the officer outside along with the teams I have surrounding this place will bring you in, you will be charged as a terrorist, not a criminal under lord of garbage accounts on Dadaelous.” Neema slid one leg over the other and leaned back.

Lilith was being extorted, she really had no options only one, and if even the smell of Neema drifted into the noses of Gordon and Dizzy, Lilith would be silenced without the flash ever being seen. Although this was the fact of the situation, she had no choice, “Ok, what is your plan?” Neema did not disclose much, simply that Lilith would accept the opportunity provided by Gordon and Dizzy, the OPAO would implant her with a tracking device underneath the skin, and the OPAO would facilitate the heist’s success while also aiding in maneuvering Lilith to increase her chance of identifying Dizzy’s location.

In theory if it worked, Lilith and Neema would have crushed the head and arms of the Martinet, if they failed, the Martinet would live, use this, as propaganda for recruitment in their respective circles and Lilith would be dead.

Distress: Prep and Go


The sound of equipment being strapped into place aboard a recon vessel echoed in the bay of a large OPAO fleet carrier. A crewman tugged tightly to make sure the straps would hold, “I got one more piece to throw on, let the team know we will be ready to depart in 30 minutes.” Another crewman was prepping radios and communications on deck, she tapped one of the dials rolling it to their designated frequency, “This is Lighthouse to Wave team 1, do you copy?” Wave team one was a recon team equipped with some real bright minds. Not only were they capable in aviation exploration but also high-speed space combat scenarios. They were used for exactly what they were named for, to go out far into the deep black space ocean and wave back with insightful information.

The response returned to the crewman, “this is Brady, CO of Wave team 1, we are finishing last checks, heading to you shortly for brief and departure.” Their mission was delivered by Prime General Octavia herself, they were to fly out and observe an identified location where a cryptic message was transmitted from. Observe, that was their only instruction.
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IRP Expeditional Fleet

After travelling for two and a half weeks a directed transmission reached the small fleet. After being notified the princeps and the council members joined up in a meeting room on board the light cruiser Lux. A display at the wall came to live shortly after they entered the room. It showed the new data from the Intelligentia Propellente. "So the transmission could be decoded. It was a video stream broadcasted throughout a large area of the galaxy. It showed... Humans?! And they spoke a language which resembles one of the barbarian languages from the north. Our specialists think that it is a form of successor language to the germanic language spoken in Germania. They sent us a transcription of the words and possible meanings, however it was not enough context and the language developed too far from the original recorded in our historical database, to actually make it understandable." The council members were agitated as the princeps read out loud the data they received. "Princeps, in the case of a first contact where they don't start shooting at us the second they see us, I think we should try to repeat the message and append images of known stuff like plants, humans, planets and stuff like that. Maybe they understand the meaning that we would like their words for that. We can slowly develop an understanding of the language and start actual diplomatic actions after that!" "Senator Ferreolia, we can try that, as long as they are not hostile. You should take your fellow senators and compile the content of our transmission." "I wonder if they were also taken from Terra or if they came directly from it?" One of the other senators asked. "Colleague Octavianus, I don't know, but we will find out soon enough.... and we may also know what happened in Rome after we were taken. Has it grown further? Obviously there are still tribes that do not speak latin. But you can tell from the images we received that they were influenced by our culture! Surely the light of Rome is still shining throughout the world!"

Outpost Odin, above Planet Stein aus Rubin

A tear in the space opened up and a light cruiser followed by six smaller destroyers reemerged into real space from the dimension known as compressed space. They were designed as compact as a brick, no obvious structural weak parts are visible. “Princeps, we register a station above one of the planets, from the transmissions in this system we assume that it belongs to the same people that send the long range transmission.” “Ok, put in motion the previously discussed plan, send the prepared data stream and let’s approach with 5% thrust.” The ships send a directed data stream to the station, containing the speech of Katrin von Wenhausen, and the prepared images, each image has a roman number in the bottom right corner. After sending the transmission they begin moving towards the station.

The space station was in its majority a trading hub and outpost for small patrol ships for its large part of the outer sector due to the fact that the planet itself majorly imported and exported it didn't had other things to give to the wider confederation in the station a series of man worked reporting imports exports and majorly hearing reports of nearby scouts when the tear opened and a fleet left from it the station went into a agitated form no reports of a incoming fleet and no reports of traders coming especially those a scan was made the ships did not match any design from the database from the dominion saxony or its neighbors after a moment the transmission begun the speech of Katrin Von Wenhausen and then images of humans, family a garden and a planet almost similar to earth a V was in the side of the message the commander of the station after watching that said “Open communications with then start transmitting the following things talk and show the following images” He pressed a few buttons and a image of the map of Dominion and its protectorates a image with a question mark and a voice with the image saying “where from” in saxon the second image containing a picture of a human male his hand saying hello and female human a voice with it saying “You Human?” The transmission was sent back to them, the commander of the station awaiting the response.

The fleet was slowly creeping nearer to the station as they received an answer to their transmission. “Oh they send us a star map, but what is this symbol they send us? Some form of barbarian god? What are they saying? Hm…. The male one seems to extend their hand in a form of greeting.... interesting. Open an audio-visual stream! Maybe they understand the language of the world!” An officer opens up a channel and Marcus Menenius Ferreolia, a man with black and grey hair, relatively small but bulky build appears on the screen. It seems like his proportions got mixed up, his height seems more like a juvenile than a grown up man, while his body looks like a massive tree, but he is undoubtedly human. He is wearing a modern form of a white tunic, with a laurel wreath pin on his chest. “Ave sumus romanus.” (Hail we are romans) In the background a middle aged woman with a scar on her face walks up to Marcus, she seems to radiate authority. It is easy to see that she lives a martial life. “Senator, numquid sapiens est?” (Senator, is it wise?) “Princeps, nos postulo ut accipere forte hic!” (Princeps, we need to take a chance here!) The woman is wearing a uniform with a red and gold color scheme. There are a few pins on her chest, which could be an indicator for her rank or medals or simply ornaments.

In the command deck the awaiting ended a new transmission a live one a odd one for then humans using togas like romans and speaking in a odd tongue the commander then asked any of the crew “anyone knows this odd language” the officers that were beside him negated except one man a young boy that seems new in the office he said “Sounds like Latin…” The Commander then said “Latin… Latin? a dead language being used by then…” The commander sighed and though for a moment he then said “a universal translator can be used?” The same officer then said “Unfortunately no Captain a universal translator must first be inputted a language and it takes time…” The commander thought for a minute more, then said his voice showed doubts “you think you can translate?” The officer thinked for a moment after thinking of what they said “Maybe a little bit not too much...” The commander nodded he then said start “transmission you boi stay by my side” the young officer nodded as the others stepped aside.

A live transmission was sent after a few moments a old man it seems in his 70's wearing a military officer uniform if Admiralty patent in his chest lies 3 medals all hard to see but in his right chest one of then stand out not as a medal but possibly as a symbol of loyalty a two headed eagle holding a iron cross his uniform is black mixed and gray his cap holds the same symbol as of his right chest the old man has grey hair a caucasian in all appearance be side him laid a young man blonde hair white skinned seemed young early 20´s at best in wearing officer clothes but with lower patent in his right chest the same symbol as the commander a two headed eagle holding a iron cross the commander then said “Achtung nicht identifizierte Flotte, Sie befinden sich in der Sächsischen Konföderation Identifizieren Sie sich als so genannte Söhne und Töchter des Romulus” (Attention unidentified fleet you are in the Saxonian Confederation identify yourselves so called Sons and daughters of romulus) the young officer sighed and then said his latin sounded outdated he struggled and tried to said “Idem observandum eructavit classe in Confoederatione Saxonian vos filii ac filiae ita Romuli.”

A smile crept onto Marcus’ lips as he heard an ancient latin dialect no longer used as it was. The language developed rapidly in the millenniums since they were taken from terra. “Senator, intellexistis quid dictum est?” (Senator, have you understood what he said?) “Quidem, saltem a frenum... Dixit sunt adorti, ab saxones petit, si comedit romulum…” (Indeed, at least a bit... He said, they are attacked by the saxons and asks, if we ate romulus…) Folds were forming on his forehead as he tried to make sense of what he heard. The woman seemed confused once the saxons were mentioned, she knew from very old skirmishes between the Roman Republic and the germanic tribes, but surely the barbarians had been defeated! “Eos barbari, tamen circa?” (Those barbarians are still around?) “Videtur quod sic, sed non posset esse quod ego misinterpreted aliquid…” (It seems so, but it could be that I misinterpreted something…) “Senator, fortasse debemus petere Intelligentia Propellente…” (Senator, maybe we should ask the Intelligentia Propellente…) “Immo, eos transmittere omnes notitia de veteri romano a nostris database, spero nos invenire quod prorsus forma...” (Indeed, have them transmit all information about old dialects from our database, I hope we find that exact form…) An officer sends a request to headquarter of the Intelligentia Propellente, requesting access to the data on old latin dialects.

The two officers stand there hearing the commander of the station looked to the young officer trying to understand the situation he then said “ich habe keine Ahnung, was sie sagen, mit einigen Ausnahmen” (its old latin and it seems to have evolved i have no idea what they are saying with a few exceptions) The commander sighed looking to another officer working in the universal translator the officer then said “noch ein paar Worte und es könnte klappen” (a few more words and it might be done) the commander raised an eyebrow and then said “Sind Sie sicher?” a hand gesture saying more or less gave it away the commander then said “Nun, es gibt nicht viel, was wir tun können, außer zu versuchen, teilweise zu verstehen, was sie sagen” (well there isn't much we can do besides trying to partially understand what they are saying) The young officer then said in latin his voice sounding confused “Nescio quantum potes intelligere, nisi forte a me verbum quod dixisti quia ego quasi barbara” (I wonder how much you can understand of me but possibly i sound like a barbarian since you said that word)

Old man Marcus looked confused as well. “Nos certus expectare data, mihi videor intelligere, quod ipse habeat barbarus equus, sed puto, quod non est etiam proxima ad eam…” (We should definitely wait for the data, I seem to understand that he may have a barbarian horse, but I think that is not even close to it…) “Videtur sic.” (It would seem so.) An officer quickly walked over to the woman and whispered something in her ear, she nodded and pointed her finger somewhere to the side outside of the image. “Dimittite eam!” (Send it!) A datastream containing texts and dictionaries from old dialects as well as a newer form was sent to the station. “Fortasse possint uti notitia ad update eorum latinis.” (Maybe they are able to use this data to update their latin.) He waited a few minutes and then again stated his original sentence and a new message. “Ave sumus romanus. Ego, senator Marcus Menenius Ferreolia, et spero, te potest uti notitia. Nos manere hic exspectare responsum.” (Hail we are romans. I am senator Marcus Menenius Ferreolia, and I hope you can make use of the data. We will stay here waiting for your reply.) With this sentence he signals the communication officer to close the channel. “Let’s hope they will be able to construct our language from the data. Send the complete conversation home for further analysis! Maybe our specialists will be able to make sense of this…” The fleet stopped their approach at a safe distance from both the planet and the station, waiting for either the barbarians or their own people to contact them.

The cut in comms was a rather surprise for the commander one officer then said “Captain incoming transmission from then” The commander leaned over and said “what is it?” the officer took a look and then said “Seems like… a Dictionary?” an officer grabbed a upload cable and just said “start downloading” he then plugged into the sphere of the Universal translator the commander after seeing that leaned back in his chair and then said “re open comms with then” a few officers worked together and after a moment the commander working in the Universal translator unplugged the cable and trew the sphere it stood still in the air and open itself up the comms to the roman fleet was reopened soon after the commander then said to his young officer beginning in german and then beginning coherent and soon it was understandable “jesus christus ich war… Going insane just trying to understand then” The young officer then said “well captain is a bit hard when dealing with a dead language if you excuse me i shall retire myself” The commander sighed waving partially he then faced the screen seeing the humans once again he then said “well with the language thing settled… My name is Johaan Reger commander of the station of odin and you are in the Saxonian Confederation state your business in the planet of Stein aus Rubin so called Sons and Daughters Of Romulus”

Surprised by the fast response, old man Marcus and the woman looked skeptical at first, but after they noticed that they were able to understand them, their faces returned to their normal expressions with which they started, a kind of poker face, but Marcus would shortly after he started talking change to a seemingly small kid that found something exciting. “So you were not attacked by the Saxons but instead you are the Saxons, I understand. We received your message a few weeks ago, however it took us some time to decode it so that we could access the actual transmission. Your message format is unlike what we have encountered so far. But let me start at the beginning. Thousands of years ago we were taken from earth and used to be slaves of an alien species. After our independence, we started searching for our home hoping to reunite with our brothers. We were filled with hope as we received the message, with humans nonetheless! So we send a small group of ships to establish contact. You could say that we are diplomats from the Imperium Romanum Phoenix. Is it possible that you send us a complete dictionary for translation purposes? And what did you mean with dead language, have I misheard that?” The words seemed to bluster forth from his mouth, as if he was afraid that the translation protocols would stop working after a short amount of time. Meanwhile the woman looked dark at the senator, as if she said ‘you said enough about us’, but Marcus didn’t seem to get the message.

The commander sighed at hearing the so-called Marcus while some were funny due to the previous language barrier it seems like things were quite complicated he then said “we shall provide you with a dictionary to help your people… but now i believe that...” “Captain!” a shout from offscreen was heard the commander leaned to the left he then said “what i am busy at the moment and you know it?” The officer then said “I reported to Neu sachsen they just responded back…” “What!?” The commander screamed he raised from his chair leaving the scene vacant whispers could be heard it was odd to say the least the commander then returned to the front of the screen and then said “gentlemen ladies i am afraid i won't be able to answer your question on the mean time a dictionary of our language will be send and also you can dock on our station feel free to stand on our lands as long as you follow the law obviously on the meantime about rome… my second hand officer Hans shall provide you with the information you require once you are onboard good night gentlemen” The transmission soon cut to black the commander sighed and started to walk off the second in command approached him the same young officer who tried to translate he then said “you want me to tell then that their so called Eternal city was devastated in the barbarian invasions and… you know what happened to italy in world war 3” the commander sighed and then said “you are better than me in history good luck…” he then left the room

After the channel was terminated, the woman turned to Marcus. “Senator, they are hiding something. There was no reason to end the communication that quickly on a first contact!” “Indeed, something is odd. My fellow senators and I will take a shuttle to the station. If things don’t develop in a positive way you can simply fire up the engine and leave. It’s better than docking all ships to the station and being at their mercy.” “Right, however I insist that you take a security detachment with you.” “Alright, but don’t go overboard and tell them to listen to what I tell them! I don’t need someone going on a killing spree on a diplomatic mission.” “I will pick them myself.” “We will leave in thirty minutes, is that enough time for them to get ready? Also we should take some of the goods with us, like fine wine, samples of different alloys, just some stuff that might start trading.” “That is the reason that our cargo bay is loaded with different non essential stuff. I will give the order to load the shuttle with samples of them.” “Good, well I will take the time to skip over the dictionary, maybe I can find some greeting word in their language.” With that the senator and his colleagues left the bridge. The woman turned towards an officer. “Have shuttle III be prepared, and get one Contubernium Pedites (8 men/women) to assemble in gear, tell them they are to obey the orders of senator Marcus and are not to attack anybody. Their only objective is the safety of the senators. So they should stay behind them, and have their weapons halftered.” “As you wish, preparing shuttle and one Contubernium Pedites.”

After getting the orders the hangar crew got to work, loading the shuttle and preparing it for takeoff. In a different room Centurion Varia Draco assembled her small team. “A Centurion as a commander of a small Contubernium?” A member of her team was pleasantly surprised, Varia Draco had a reputation for being one of the best soldiers and commanders in the field. She is a veteran of dozens of campaigns against pirates and rebels, even though she was still in her late twenties. She was a beautiful woman larger than most romans by half a head. “Gallio, this is not a normal mission of why did you think that everyone here is a steeled veteran? The princeps and the senators are depending on us. If we screw up, it could result in a war. Therefore instead of sending recruits, they send us.” Optio Gallio Veranius Velus was a veteran as well, second in command in Varias Centuria. He was a mid thirty old man, while he was smaller than most of the other members of the team assembled, he was something like their mentor. He trained all of those veteran soldiers, and knew them better than their own family did. As the time was getting close to the departure, Gallio checked if they were ready. “Everyone is ready.” He looked at Varia and saw tension on her face, the last time he saw her in that state was on her first deployment as a commanding officer. “Are you alright?” She looked at him, and nodded, replacing her tension with authority. “We have our orders. You are to stand down until the senator tells you otherwise or the life of the senators are in danger. No one will act on his own on this mission. Is that clear?!” “Yes, Centurion!” “Ok, let’s get moving, we don’t want to have the senators wait for us.” With that the squad moved out of the preparation room, each one dressed in full body armor with a rifle on his back and a sidearm at his hip.

After the senators arrived in the hangar bay, they looked at the soldiers. “I hope you leave the rifles back in the shuttle until needed, it will send the wrong message if we arrive armed to the teeth. I won’t say anything against the sidearms and the armor, but I insist that only half of you actually join us outside the ship. Have half your team standby at the shuttle.” “Yes, senator. As you wish.” Varia ordered her men to split in half, three would move with her and the senators and the other three would stay with Gallio at the shuttle.

Once everyone was in their seats the small shuttle shot out from the hangar bay, moderately accelerating at around fifty G. The shuttle changed it’s vector towards the station and the pilot opened a channel. “This is shuttle III from the IRP Lux, requesting landing permission and instructions. ETA forty minutes.”

A transmission from the station Odin was sent “Understand Shuttle 3 please dock in section 5 landing bay 3 please follow escort fleet of fighter craft for more aid in case of confusion” a pair of two fightercraft soon arrived close to the ship aiding in the escort to the dock as the shuttle got closer the station is a busy one several ships coming in and out of it as the shuttle docked a force of several man armed with was present with then the commander of the station was there awaiting than to arrive the winds of the shuttle landing making him hold his cap on his head his coat of leather and fur shaking with the wind.

As the shuttle landed it’s mighty engines shut down, and a ramp was lowered. Behind it, senator Marcus with his two peers as well as the eight armored and armed soldiers were waiting to disembark. While they were armed their weaponry consisted only of sidearms and combat knives. The romans were on average between 1,55 m and 1,65 m in height, however they were almost twice the width, not because of fat, but because of their muscle and bone mass, needed to support them in high gravity environments. Their looks were surprised as they realized the ‘low’ gravity on the station. They were moving more like astronauts on the moon than humans, which landed on an earth like gravity.

The space in the shuttle was filled with cargo crates leaving just enough space in the rear department for eleven seats. The crates, which were around the size of a human coffin, looked very heavy. Even though the eleven people were looking around, scanning this new environment, while walking down the ramp, their gazes were of two different types. First the gaze of the senators, which was filled with curiosity and then there was the martial gaze of the soldiers, scanning the combat potential of everyone in the vicinity as well as looking for access points which may become bottlenecks. While all eleven people disembarked the shuttle, four were standing close to the shuttle guarding it from other personnel, leaving the senators and four soldiers to get closer to the commander and his delegation. “Ich grüze dir, Herr Kommandant. (I greet you, mister commander, [with errors]) I hope I spoke it correctly? First I want to thank you for your invitation, and I hope you are not angry that we decided to leave our ships at a distance until we can become acquainted with each other. Even though I would have liked to come alone with my two colleagues -“ He pointed at the soldiers behind him. “- the princeps demanded a security detachment. But as I see you also are a cautious man.” Marcus smiled. The other two senators were standing left and right of Marcus, emphasizing that he had a higher rank in the senate then them. Around one meter behind them Varia and her three men took a small fanned position, with half a meter in between them, ready to react to any threat. Marcus threw a gaze back to Varia and said to the commander Reger: “I hope you pardon the actions of my martial company, it is their duty to protect us. But I assume we were invited to meet an ambassador, as you seem to, pardon my expression, lack the authority to make deals with a new nation.”

The commander bowed a little bit in a sign of respect as costume dictates meanwhile the soldiers in the hangar dressed in military attire majorly ceremonial saluted the arrival the commander then made a smile he then said, pressing the Universal translator allowing for the understatement “a little bit broken but thank you…” when dealing with the greetings the small group begun to be escorted to a proper region as the explanation for the situation was given the commander looked back and then said “It's quite common actually since humanity left to the stars, we always had the policy of bringing soldiers, in case of things went downhill from the first xenos to… well our recent ones” He hand waved to right indicating a Craetekian a creature four time taking crates the size of of vehicles on his back several appendages of his back aiding in the task.

As the group arrived at a door the commander then said “there is no need for fear in this place everything is by all definition fine” the automatic door soon opened revealing two giant figures armored knights of Saxony standing 276 cm tall a woman and a man majorly shown by how the armor is made the commander sighed seeing that and then said “you know i told you that we have guest you don't need to put on knight suits thinking that the war just arrived here” The female knight shrugged saying “we been drafted we are leaving together with the ambassador for her protection once she arrives in a few hours…” The commander laid his hand on his face and then said “how long until she arrives at least…” The male knight then said “something between 1 to 3 hours according to her…” the knights then proceeded to accompany the group the female knight then said “on the meantime we are in this escort in our order from command and help in case trouble starts in the station due to the drafting orders...” the commander looked back in the walk and then said to the senator “I beg your pardon as well the confederation hasn't been in the best situation as of recently”

The romans seemed interested in the large creature, which was hauling crates around. “Are those creatures sentient?” Right after stating that question, Marcus looked at the knights and didn't seem surprised by the fact that the Saxons have armored walkers to support their military efforts. “I took the liberty to let our computers translate the transmission we received a few weeks earlier and it seems as if your statement is an understatement. But we know the situation where one has to fight for their freedom.” Marcus looked around. “Well, we should use the time we wait to take a look around your station. If someone would be nice enough to show us around and maybe explain some of the things we see here to us, we would be thankful.”

The Saxon commander took a look back at the craetekian and then said “Craetekians… they are a sentient a race from this corner of the galaxy albeit one without its own state” the commander then though for a moment about the movin around the station he then said “well i believe knights can show you the station for a while until the ambassador arrives” the romans soon left the room escorted and shown the place by the knights the station was a trade hub station merchants with their cargo passed by there were some stores but also some homes in the station allowing for a small thriving merchant zone to exist.

After a hour and a half passed the tour begun had ended with the showing of the meeting room it was said the ambassador had a arrived the meeting was a very wide deck windows showing the stars of space a room with a round table in form of a circle in the walls that weren't windows there was old art of the renaissance not the original but a copy a good copy by the looks but one painting was left a grave mistake some might say but the romans didn't know on top of a wall in the other side of the room there was a roman city being sacked its name wasn't shown but for those who knew history they knew what it was the sack of rome by 410 bellow it a door opened Hans entered the room he sighed in worrisome he then said “once you asked what happened to rome that was correct?”

“Indeed, and which city is this in the painting? The style of the buildings is identical with the ones in our database…” Marcus was in deep thought. Could this be a roman city? What was that sentence about a dead language? “Don’t tell me… Dead language? A familiar looking city burning? Rome fell??! How is this possible? No, it can’t be. It must be a joke. Forgive me for becoming emotional.” The other senators were also visibly agitated by what Marcus said. Only the guarding detail was remaining without reaction. “It seems you know about the fate of Rome? Please tell us.” Marcus was about to take Hans’ hand in his own, but restrained himself before reaching out.

Hans grew worried the situation wasn't good especially with the painting maybe it was better to let it to another hour or it would make sure they got worse he took a deep breath and then said handing a mechanical sphere “this contains all information after the rise of augustus came to power its not a easy read so i recommend watching later as for the question of the painting…” He left the device on the table and then pointed to the painting “the sack of Rome 410 that is the name of the painting… the writing in the wall for many romans of the death of the empire that came in the year 500...” Hans then laid his hands on the table and then said “I can answer anything else but as of right now that is true Rome died almost 3000 years ago…” hans then began saying almost to himself rather than to others “at least we have paintings and pictures of the city the whole peninsula sunk in world war…” Hans then stopped himself realising what he was saying.

Marcus looked like he was hit with a bat. “Gone? It was standing tall for over 700 years when we were taken. And when did you change to a new way to count the years? I need a few moments to get over my disappointment. We have always believed that we would one day reunite with our brothers. Finally as we found a lead towards earth, we learned of it’s destruction thousands of years ago ....” He took the mechanical sphere. “Thank you, I will study it in the near future. Once I have done my duty in establishing official contact.” All three senators looked shaken by the news that Rome was gone. Varia and her people in contrast were looking disinterested about the whole news. A few moments later Marcus re established control over his emotions. “Let’s get to the official stuff.”

The door Hans came in flew open a woman entered the room she weared a purple dress with decorations a noble dress made in the style of the new feudal culture of saxony a mixture between 1700 with the modern ages accompanying her there were two guards they seem to be a elite team equipped with things that are not common to the regular guards Hans bowed and excused himself she then said sitting on her seat at the table “welcome to saxony sons of rome, i hope that your reception was warm instead of cold, my name is Sarah Von Hergenrother a pleasure to meet you all”

Marcus and the other senators bowed slightly towards Sarah. “I am senator Marcus Menenius Ferreolia.” He points at his colleagues. “This is senator Octavianus Baro and senator Publius Belletor. The pleasure is ours. The welcome was quite warm, given the circumstances of our surprising arrival and the slight problems solving our language problems. We would like to officially enter into diplomatic relations, like open trade. For this I would, with your permission, order some of our men to retrieve some samples of trade goods.” He was looking at Sarah for a reaction towards his proposition.

Sarah smiled in her mind it seemed like things would go well for this. She then said “Our state is happy to start free trade between our states, especially due to recent events...” For a split moment her look partially turned left thinking of something in the back of her head before turning back to the senator happening in less then a second she then continued “... feel free to see anything from our markets luck be with you by the looks since this station is trading hub for the area of space besides that you think it's possible that an embassy could be established between our nations?”

Marcus thought for a moment. “It could be problematic, except if you have a way to reduce gravity on a personal base. You need to know, most of our planets have a much higher gravity than this place. I assume your bodies are not familiar with higher gravity of that scale.” He then signals Varia to call the people with samples of the trade goods. “We are happy to send traders to this and other hubs like this. I don’t know how your economy works, but we would like to directly trade with your government, if your government owns factories and shipyards. The quantity that would be traded would be much larger in that case. Aside from material goods we also desire an exchange of cultural and historical data.”

Sarah then replied saying “we see no problems our stations are regulated to earth gravity but can be changed to any other gravity if needed to be precise this gravity is a little smaller compared to other places i been…” she then proceeded to think for a moment on the request of cultural and historical data she then said “I think it's possible especially since we are fellow human states”

Marcus looked surprised. “I estimate the gravity on our capital world to be around fifteen times as strong as here. You are welcome, if you can withstand it.” Shortly after he finished saying this two soldiers came in carrying coffin sized crates. They lowered the crates onto the table and stepped back outside. “A few samples.” With that said Marcus opened up the crates. A large number of alloys, minerals, crystals, foods, and luxury items became visible once the crates were opened. “We have more crates in the shuttle, take this two crates as a meeting gift.” He takes up a small piece of alloy around the size of a finger. “This is an alloy we call Adamantium. It is one of the strongest materials we encountered so far.” He then points to different other materials and explains their uses, some were superconductors others could be used for framing of buildings or ships. One of the materials would on a scan look like Terrarite, one of the materials that the foundry looked for. Jewelry as well and other accessories were in the crates as well as some fruits and flesh of animals home to roman planets.

Sarah checked the goods they were good quality when terrarite was found. She already knew it was a good deal for payments to the Foundry as she checked some of the jewellery it was quite interesting she then whispered to herself “eplonyx...” Marcos then said “pardon?” Sarah shook off the question by saying “No it appears a trade between our states will be quite…” alarms soon started ringing in the facility Sarah rose from her seat a guard rushed in and whispered in her ear Marcus and Varia raised and said “What is happening?”

Neu Sachsen planetary capital of Saxony

Sachsen was once again in the political discussion. It always had a new law, declaring taxing, but nothing was any more optional. A law especially made by the more progressives of the congress of nobles pushed by Brunna, a new member of the government. In the room in the central table, a discussion surrounded by the seats of the congress of nobles sat in the gang of four, considered heads of provisional government: Katrin, Ermenrich, Brunna, and Frederick. The room was in the midst of the debate after the recent law Katrin sighed. She knew this would mean having to hear every side of the argument over and over. It was annoying... She looked around, the other members seem to be engaged, but she could notice they were equally wanting this to end. The mobilization had reached a halfway point. This was going to keep going for a while… However, she didn't expect the debate to be cut short… A man began invading the room in a hurry. The room soon turned to him as he approached the table. The man then said, “Lords, Ladies, incoming diplomatic transmission from the Foundry! They say it's an emergency…” Katrin then said “Well bring the communications in then.” Frederick soon started pressing the buttons of the console, initiating the comms with Core. “Hello again… I am sorry to interrupt, but a new urgent matter has been handed to us… The Foundry Defective has reawakened… The Foundry Defective are extremely hostile, broken, defective… imperfect versions of ourselves… they are mindless savages that mostly attack all who are not them. Many other empires in our past have mistaken the Foundry Defective for us… We do not plan on making that mistake again, as a Foundry Defective Warfleet is approaching a Trade Hub you control… Warn the station before they attack!” The room was silent, worried about the report from the Core. Frederick looked unphased. He then said “Thank you for your information…” Frederick raised from his seat and said while walking away “If you excuse me gentlemen I have to warn a few colonies…” he then left the room almost like nothing was wrong Katrin then said her thoughts finally, “Thank you for your warning we shall act quickly.” The communications were then shut off.

ERROR___FLEET 88%^()@$&^()$&B%^(^#!356

A-a-a-a-a-apro-o-o-ching ve-c-c-ctor…
Sc-c-canning...
Scan-n-ning…
Rad-d-io sign-als dete-e-e-e-e-ected...
Uni--i---i---dentif--fied targe--ts de-e-e-e-e-etected…
Desig--g---g---gnating hosti--le…
Assaul--l--l--ting targets…

H-H-H-HOST-T-TIL-LE DET-TECTE-D…
Char-r-ging ra-a-ailgun…
Firing...

Freighter 23/AD (nickname: little boi)

Near a small trade hub, A Freighter travels in space, its cargo filled with ores of a nearby mining planet. The captain, a man in his 40´s, talked with his crew, saying “With this delivery, we are going to make a whole months worth of profits!” The crew cheered for a moment. A lot of work and thinking was needed when trading a good haul. But it means a lot of cash. A bad haul and incoming debt in this region of space is dangerous. Thanks to Saxonies pirate hunter fleets, trade can flourish. However, nobody expected what happened here. The ship sensor detected something odd. A fleet out of place… The navigator in scans reported what he saw, the captain looking over the window widening his eyes. In the void lay fleet of ships like he never saw before… one of them charging some kind of weapon...

Machine gun bullets flew through the void, hitting the shell of the freighter. The ship shook as a railgun blast made impact with the hull. The crew soon started screaming, holding onto their seats. The captain then screamed, “Damage report?” A hologram appeared, red warning lights and damages all over the ship hologram. Another blast, followed by violent shaking. The railgun took another chunk of the ship hull as it began to give up. An explosion rocked the ship from its center, shattering the ship in two explosions followed by the pipes. Then the whole ship filled with flames as hydrogen fuel was exposed to the oxygen within the atmosphere. The freighter, unable to take the stress of the blasts soon imploded.

Odin Station

In the trading station on the outpost, everything was calm for a while now, until distress signals exploded through the star system, warnings speaking of emergencies, attacks, and chaos. The commander of the station bursted through the entrance, accompanied by his second in command, Hans saying “what the hell is going on?! first romans, and now the system is full of chaos!!” one officer jumped from his seat and then said getting closer to the commander “sir! Multiple attacks have been reported across the solar system...” a holographic map of the star system was created showing the region ships, and the hostile fleet in the middle of the solar system travel between the outer, to middle inner part of the star system. More than 500 red blips appear on the map, along with the remains of civilian ships, and the other currently fleeing ships.

The commander sighed for a moment, and said “how did they get there so fast?” An officer then said “Sir! Their fleet has been here for a while now…” The commander widened his eyes as he saw the losses. He then checked the map. The fleet was moving towards the space station. He then said “Contact the nearby garrison! We have a serious problem…” he thought for a moment, then used his hand and approached a console and activated a holographic image to see the hostile ships of their model. The ships are similar to the foundry’s. They are heavily damaged, but still recognizable. He then said “...Also say the foundry is here, and it is them who are doing this… Open contacts! I want to hear what they have to say about this, and they better have a damn good explanation…” an officer then screamed, “Commander! incoming transmission from a mercenary!” The commander pointed to him, and then said as quickly as he could, “Turn it on now!” The officer proceeded to work on his console and soon, a transmission began. A female voice started speaking in a panic “This is the sun chaser! We need help immediately… those... things have destroyed the entire convoy we were escorting, and they are trying to… oh god… GOD PLE……...” the transmission soon cut into static. The commander, looking more worried, looked back at the map. The hostiles were coming straight towards the station… The holographic display showed a cemetery of ships. He then ordered, “Start contact with the invaders! I wanna know why this is happening!”

The officer worked on his console. A communication system was then established with the hostile fleet. He then said “This is commander Petros. Please state your business in this area.” “Th-th-this is Fo-ou-oundry Warfr-r-ron-t Flee-t-t Comma-nder 88--66712 - Alpha… Yo-o-ou a----nd your flee-e-e-ets are pos-si-ng a thre-a-a-at to the CO-ORE… You an-n-nd your station will be-be-be eradicated…” The commander was worried that the foundry had already signed a war with Saxony; it didn't make sense; he then said “This doesn't make sense! We made a deal with the Core already! Why would he choose to backstab us now?” “No-no-no-no such dea-a-al was signed… The Found-d-dry has not encoun-n-n-ntered your kind bef-f-fore... Yo-ou are commit-t-ting acts of-of-of war for moblizing mili-i-i-itary flee-e-ets near our bor-d-ders… Prepar-r-re to face judg-g-gment!”

“Cut communications...” Petros ordered. He then thought for a moment, and then said in a low tone “we are not near their borders...” as he thought, an officer then said “Commander! A transmission is coming in! From Neu Sachsen! They reported that the Foundry has rogue drones heading our way…” Petros sighed and then said “well that explains that…” thinking quickly he then said “Send a message! We are engaging a rogue Foundry fleet! Check how long until reinforcements arrive…”

The officer in comms began to work. Meanwhile, Hans, his second in command, then said with fear in his voice, “...the garrison is more or less two hours from arriving here...” the commander though for a moment and just said looking at the map “ETA until the hostile fleet arrives...” one of the officers calculated for a moment and then said “One hour…”

A feeling of dread filled the room. Petros then just started shouting “all men to battle stations! Sound the alarms!” “Warning! Red alert! Warning!” the station AI began to say repeatedly. The room lit red and the station began to ring its alarms. Gun batteries were activated and ships that were too far began to evacuate the star system. Meanwhile, the planet industrialization had barely arrived, but the sounds of sirens going off were unmistaken. A bombardement could start on the planet at any moment… Panic began to take hold as people rushed to the shelters. In the station, stores were closed and soldiers began to prepare for a last stand, guns were manned and soldiers prepared for any possible boarding.

Meanwhile, in a meeting room onboard the trade station, Sarah Von Hergenrother answered Marcus Menenius Ferreolia's previous question. “No it appears a trade between our states will be quite…” Alarms soon started ringing in the facility Sarah rose from her seat, a guard rushed in and whispered in her ear. Marcus and Varia Draco raised their voices at the same time and said “What is happening? What’s this alarm for?” Varia quickly looked at the security guard and understood that this is not a drill. She quickly nodded towards her peers and they made ready to evacuate the senators, should the need arise. For now she would listen to the explanation of the Saxons.

A series of guards barged the meeting one of them whispered in the ears of Sarah she raised and then said “It appears we have a hostile fleet attacking us i recommend you gentlemen seek refuge somewhere safe…” quickly she then whispered to one of her bodyguards walking away from the table with the guards “...Grab my armor incase of emergencies” soldiers soon runned pass the room in the hallways outside the room.

“Senators, we should return to the Lux, and see how the situation develops. Once we have more information we can take appropriate action.” Varia nodded towards her team, which quickly took the senators in the middle of the group, escorting them back to the shuttle. While leaving Marcus turned to Sarah to say a quick goodbye. “I hope we can resume the negotiations after the crisis is averted. Good luck.” Once the whole group was aboard the shuttle, the pilot started the take off procedure. “This is shuttle III of the Lux, we request immediate clearance for take off!”

Sarah gave a nod with a smile. After the incident In the command deck, the commander received the news about the emergency evacuation. Before he could say anything, Sarah entered the room and gave him a folded paper. After reading the note, he then said to the shuttle and even to Lux “Understood Shuttle III and Lux, you have authorization to leave this station and find a safe spot. We are facing what is basically a series of AI we created to aid in our mineral searches. Due to an incident, they became hostile, self-sustaining, and to a extent, self aware. They weren't too much trouble though, their self-replicating factories were easy to deal with... Until we entered in contact with an alien civilization of machines… They stole several of their ships and are now using them against us. We didn't expect them to attack this side of our space. Good luck Lux, Godspeed.” After, he hung up the comms he sighed and then said “Lets see if we can see the light of the next day...”

Light Cruiser Lux, flagship of the Roman detachment

“Princeps! We register something weird in the system.” “What do you mean weird?” The princeps was looking confused at the officer. “Multiple signals were extinguished, and a group of 500 signals is closing in on the station.” She looked shocked at the first moment, before quickly regaining her composure. “What is happening here? Open a channel to the saxons!” “Channel open.” “Odin, this is the Lux, we registered several ships being destroyed and a large group of signals closing in on the station. Would you mind explaining what the hell is going on?!” The princeps was looking quite agitated.

When the transmission arrived, Odin the commander jumped from his seat. “Where are they…” he questioned. An officer ran into the room and through the holographic map. The Flagship was far from the threat, but still could be intercepted if they were to get closer. Odin then said in comms “Flagship Lux! Evacuate from this star system together with the other civilian ships! If not, get to the docks! You are near a hostile fleet!”

“We will close the distance to the station to take up our shuttle, we will then proceed to move to a standby position and evaluate the situation. Get me fleet wide!” A nod from one of the officers indicated that the detachment was listening. “All hands, prepare for a high G maneuver!” Once this sentence was spoken, the thrusters of the roman ships came to life, using their massive force to shoot the ships towards the station like meteors. Even with inertial dampener at maximum capacity, the roman crew would experience close to a hundred G in acceleration force.

As Lux approached the station with tremendous speed, a final message was sent by the commander Yohan, “Understood Shuttle III and Lux you have authorization to leave this station and find a safe spot. We are facing what is basically a series of AI we created to aid in our mineral searches. Due to an incident, they became hostile and self-sustaining. They weren't a trouble until contact with an alien civilization of machines. They stole several of their ships and are now using them against us. We didn't expect them to attack this side of our space. Good luck Lux, Godspeed to you all.”

The shuttle came roaring to life as it shot out of the station's hangar. It’s acceleration was mildly lower than the Lux, however it was still in a deadly realm for normal humans. “Princeps! The shuttle is out of the station.” “Give them rendezvous instructions and get us to a safe spot, I want to continue to collect data. We should still be able to jump home, if the need arises.” “Transmitting data.” The shuttle abruptly changed course to a parallel route of the Lux. In a few minutes the Lux would catch up to the shuttle and the shuttle would be able to enter the light cruiser without them losing too much velocity. “How long till the AI arrives here?” “Around 45 minutes.” “More than enough time to reach a better position. Start a directed encrypted datastream to the headquarter, send everything we already have and everything we are about to see! As soon as the shuttle is secured, set course for the outer edge of the system at full speed, should the AI come closer than 30 minutes to our position change to orange alert and raise the shields!”

ERROR___FLEET 88%^()@$&^()$&B%^(^#!356

Hos-tile dest-roy-ed…
Hos-s-stile destoy-yed…
Scannnnnnnnnn-nnnn-nning…
ERROR...
SCAN FAILED…

Scan-nning…
Large unkn-kn-known vessel dete-e-e-te-ected…
Design-n-nating hosti-i-ile…
Squadron R-R-R-RB-FF-15, assault-t-t forma-a-ation…

Squadron RB-FF-15

Squad command registered...
Preparing weapons…
Check…
Preparing shields…
Check…
Preparing warp drive…
Check...
Status: Combat ready…
Warping into sector…
Warp successful…
Large hostile ship detected…

Light Cruiser Lux

“Princeps, shuttle III is secured, changing course and accelerating.” “Good, scan the surrounding area and get detailed scans of those mining drones. Something doesn’t feel right.” While accelerating at high speed the lux scanned the system thoroughly. Senator Marcus arrived after a few minutes on the bridge. “Princeps, what is the situation?” “Senator. We are currently moving to a position at the edge of the system, meanwhile we are monitoring the whole system, while we transmit all data via a directed and encrypted transmission to the headquarter.” “Excellent. Let’s gather as much as we can. I will be in the meeting room to send the results of our first contact back to the senate. Inform me should the situation change, and do everything necessary.” “That was my intention, senator.”

Odin Station

The defenses were now fully online. Turrets were armed, missiles were ready, and the shields were charged. As the hostile forces continued to mobilize, the commander checked the stellar map. The enemy was getting closer… Suddenly, an anomaly related to an FTL exit appeared near the Flagship Lux. The commander then quickly said “Contact Flagship Lux! Hostile forces warped in near them!” an officer in comms quickly worked through the system, sending a message to Lux... “Flagship Lux! Hostile forces have warped nearby and are preparing to engage!”

Squadron RB-FF-15

Warp successful…
Command ship ready…
Systems online…
Weapons charging…
Firing…

“Princeps! Hostile ships appeared near our position and -``''Raise shields, battlestations, -” The roman ships were hit by multiple shots, while an orange force field closed around each of the ships. “RETURN FIRE NOW!” Hundreds of drones were released by the roman ships, each one around the size of a human arm. Despite their size, great destructive power is hidden in them, while their intelligent guidance system changes vectors as needed to evade point defence and other countermeasures. Over one hundred light pulse lasers came to life in the attempt to hit all projectiles with course to the fleet. Medium and heavy pulse lasers spit out energy projectiles towards the enemy ships. “Princeps, some of the projectiles seem to be boarding pods! We have registered several security breaches. Alerting legiones to respond.” The roman ships quickly left the effective firing range, while they were still accelerating towards the edge of the system. “Why are they not following? Analyze the data! How were they able to get this close? How effective was our fire? I want a report on the capabilities of those ships! What’s the status of the intruders?! Damage report!” “Light damage on the Lux, the destroyers report similar status! Analyzing data.”

Meanwhile on several different locations around the ships, roman soldiers were battling the intruders. The corridors closely resembled urban warfare, the comparably small corridors and rooms could easily become traps. Luckily roman soldiers are equipped with a shield emitter in their armor, thus giving them a chance to jump to cover. While those shields would protect them, they would quickly overload after just a few dozen rifle rounds, leaving the soldier with only his armor and body until he could retreat and let the shield reactor cool down. Even with this and the order to retreat before the shield is depleted, soldiers were dying to defend the ship.

ERROR___FLEET 88%^()@$&^()$&B%^(^#!356 | Warfleet Frigate 8299-78371-558-A

Approaching main target…
Active weapons detected…
Active shields detected…
Charging anti-shield cannons…
Loading EMP missile silos…
Firing EMP missile…
Shields disabled…
Preparing boarding pods…
WARNING! DAMAGE DETECTED!
Systems critical…

Priority 1: Launch boarding pods…
Launching boarding pods…

Odin Station

The soldiers and the troops began to prepare for the worst as shots were exchanged between sides… The holographic map revealed the enemy firing missiles. The point defense gatling guns began to shoot down the missiles, but some got through. EMP missiles soon were destroyed, while some hit the station. The lights flickered and flashed, the station shields faltering... The commander then said “What was that?” one officer then says “EMP´s sir…” The commander sighed and then said “Thank god... EMP defenses existed since the birth of electronics… to an extent...” the cannons soon started hitting the shields they themselves were trying to hold… Unable to handle the firepower, the shields went down. Counter turret fire was being exchanged against the enemy fleet. While this continues, the command station gets ready for damage. When the shields go down, the station starts getting hit by small and medium turret fire... The commander then said, “Damage report?” an officer then said “Minor damage to hull and some damage to the turrets. Except that it seems like they are not on full fire yet…” the commander though for a moment while looking at the projection of the situation… Several blips suddenly started appearing, coming from the enemy ships. One officer then said “Enemy boarding forces incoming!” The commander shouted “Focus fire! Take the boarding vessels down!” The point defense started shooting their 150mm bullets, several pods being blasted by the shots, but it wasn't enough… Several pods began hitting the station. The commander then screams “How many pods landed?!” Another officer working hard through the data then said “38 enemy pods landed captain!” The commander then said “Contact Sarah and give me a map of the station…” a 3d holographic projection of the station was created and the zones of landing were visible. 10 landed on the hangar, 4 in the hallways of the station, and the rest landed on the upper sector of the station near the command center. In the hallways of the station, soldiers were now dying defending the station while workers were running for their lives. The station had become a battleground… Soldiers were holding the sectors down the hallways while others were defending key important locations of the station. Dead begin piling up as men continue to hold their ground.

Odin Station | Breacher Team Commander 897-261

“Boarding successful…
Breacher team 88-75, eliminate hostile space station shield systems
Breacher team 77-57, eliminate hostile space station security systems and security forces
Breacher team 72-15, eliminate hostile space station security systems and security forces
Breacher team 18-57, eliminate hostile space station point defence systems
Breacher team 27-89, eliminate hostile space station turrets
Breacher team 62-49, eliminate hostile space station command station
Remaining unannounced Breacher teams, subdue and/or exterminate remaining hostile
forces and subdue unarmed/civilian class personnel...

Engaging hostile security forces!
Move to cover and fire at oncoming hostile forces!
Throw EMP grenades to disable hostile shields!
Switch to EMP secondary pistol rounds!
Throw concussion grenades!”

Odin station

In the Odin station, battles raged in the hangar, hallways and the upper sector military zone of the station. The security forces would start getting wounded, downed, and immobilized by the enemy forces while trying to put on the best defense possible. In the command station, the analyses of the battle were being shown “The enemy forces are pushing us out of the hangars and hallways of the mid levels. We grinded ourselves into a stalemate using barricades in there...” the commander though seeing the projection, he then said “What about Upper Station levels near us?” a shake and the sound of explosion could be heard. People losing their footing in the command center, but recovering near immediately, the officer then said “Um... we are holding...” a nervous smile rang in his face before disappearing, followed by another sound of an explosion.

In the upper station a near open area had become a battleground where soldiers aimed to protect the weapon systems and command center. Soldiers fought against the invaders using machine guns in a front line, protecting the command center. Shots took one, two, three down… They were hard to kill. A soldier then screamed “AT now!!” A man with a rocket-launcher then took cover and fired an explosive round. The blast shook the entrance to the command center. Pieces of metal flying across the room as he poked his head over the improvised cover of debris. The smoke obscured the entrance… Suddenly, shots passed through the smoke, hitting the cover. He quickly ducked beneath the cover, shots passing above him. A man beside him is shot, falling to the ground dead, his cold, lifeless face full of fear. The soldier then opened comms and said “We need reinforcements! We won't hold for long!” after sending the comms, a shout came from beside him “Grenade!” He jumped from where he was as an explosion blasted him forward, making his ears ring. His head was aching, his vision getting blurry, looking back at the barricade. Some soldiers grabbed their guns and started walking back in what felt like hours for him, but minutes outside his head. He then saw one of the hostiles climb up the barricade and jump across, seeing that, his heart rushed in fear as the machines jumped over the barricade.

Dragging himself backwards, the machine in front of him began to approach him, but before he could do anything he heard a shot blast behind him, and the machine's core was gone. Another shot and its head was gone. Looking back, he saw soldiers wearing power armor engraved with the finest art of each noble house. They came charging, equipped with gatling guns, Thermal blades, automatic rifles, and energy weapons, as the ringing of his ear begun to disappear, he whispered “the knights of saxony...” the knights began shooting while others rushed forward, the machines that jumped over the barricade began to fall one by one. The knights armor protects themselves against their enemies' inferior weapons. Some of the knights walked above the barricade and started firing against the entrance. Leading the charge, A woman, Sarah Von Hergenrother, wearing power armour and a purple cape... After the hostiles were slain, a moment of silence fell in the room as the guns stopped. One the knights then said “all clear…” Sarah walked forward and jumped over the barricade. Several knights following her, then said “We need to start clearing this sector. If they reach the shield generator or the reactor the situation will go straight towards hell.” The knights soon assembled at the door and readied their weapons. Sarah then screamed “For Saxony!!!” The knights soon ran through the entrance, guns blazing.

The soldier was soon raised by a comrade, he then said “I want heavy machine guns ready in case of a counter attack!” in the command station, the commander checked the situation as a report soon came in “Commander Johaan... the noble Sarah launched an attack leading the knights into battle…” the commander sighed and then said “Finally… I was wondering when she was going to appear…” the hologram showed, then marching forward an officer then said “we are starting to push them out of the upper sector in a slow manner” the commander took a look at the boarding and then said “we are holding… How long until reinforcements arrive?” a holographic number display is shown, he then says “Lets hope there aren’t any delays...”

Light Cruiser Lux

“Princeps, we register energy signatures in front of us! It resembles the signature of those attacking vessels, it seems they are jumping again!” “Target those coordinates and fire with everything we got! How long do I have to wait for the analysis??” The princeps of the Lux was asking, anger was showing on her face, which, in addition to the large scar on her face, distorted her face. The weapons of the detachment opened fire once again at the attackers, however once again they would soon speed past them. This time however most of the enemy firepower was stopped by the force fields surrounding the ships, while the fire of the detachment was more intense than before.

Varia was leading a group to intercept the intruder before they could reach critical systems, as her coms came to life. “Centurio, we engaged the enemy in the corridors I-47 and C-1! We are currently holding them back.” Varia exhaled in relief, I-47 and C-1 are not far from the vital system, however they were far enough away to not accidentally blow up critical systems. At least for now. “Team 2 moves from the left, Team 3 from the right, 4 and 5 make their way to the breach and clear the ship of the last enemies! Team 1 with me, we will attack them from the rear.” The group quickly split and ran off in different directions. Not long after that, gun fire could be heard echoing through the corridors. With some signs Varia signaled her team to move in position. Moments later they opened fire towards the rear of the intruders. Pulse laser projectiles rained upon the machines overloading or overheating the hit parts. After a short but intense firefight and from all sides surrounded the intruders succumbed. “Princeps, Varia here, we stopped the intruders for now, I have most of my men searching the ship.” “Understood.” Varia looked at the destroyed intruders and saw mostly kinetic weapons for close quarter battles.

“Princeps, the analysis is nearly complete and we received an update on the damage report. Luckily raising our shields could prevent larger damage to the ship, however we lost control of some systems for now, repairs are underway. The weapon systems used by the intruders were mostly kinetic weapons designed for close quarter battle.” “Hmpf. Let’s hear the current content of the analysis! What can you tell me about the ships!” “They appear to be able to travel fast through another dimension, once we calibrate our sensors we should be able to detect them in the vicinity. Their weapons are mostly like boarding parties, a mix of different kinetic weapons, however they possess some much stronger ion based weapons. Those ion based weapons have quite the firepower. I believe in a prolonged battle we would not be able to withstand the amount of firepower they have.” “Noted, however we won’t be able to change our course to dodge them if they jump ahead… And why are they using this instead of coming after us in real space?” “Their ships seem to be capped at a low speed in real space. They can move either much faster or much slower than us. We noted quite the amount of data transmitted by one of the larger ships in the group. We are currently analyzing those data bursts, however we noticed that after bursts of data the other ships would move differently, as if receiving new orders.” “For our next engagement target that ships with all weapons… Order the other ships to do the same. Can you configure the sensors to pick up those data bursts from other ships?” “As long as they are not directed data streams. Those bursts were broadcasting arrogantly as if no one could hear it.” “Do it. Finally some good news.”

Marcus entered the bridge in a hurry. “Princeps, I hope you can explain the situation for me!” The senator was informed about the new developments. “So that means that we would be able to predict their faster than light traveling and identify their control ships?” “To a certain degree, we would need more data to be surer about predictions. However they don’t really try to disguise anything.” “Good.” “Senator… Those ships will most likely follow us until one side is destroyed. Therefore we have 2 options here. Option 1: We try to outrun them with our FTL, in the hope that they can’t detect our path and don’t follow us.” “Or?” “We slow down to their speed and launch an all out assault on their control ship.” “How are our chances?” “For Option 1? I can only guess 50-50? For Option 2… From the data we have, we should be able to destroy the attackers, however we would take some damage and might even lose some ships in the engagement.” “We could also retreat and ask for reinforcement from home…” “But if we are not able to move faster than them, we would have to survive attacks until we reach the reinforcements which would be at least a week.” “So you say the highest chance of success would be to attack those ships?” “Yes, senator.” “Ok. I will trust you on that. Even if we fail, the information about everything we saw here will be sent to the headquarter up until the moment we die.” The princeps nods. “Command to the fleet: Reverse thrust slows down and engages the enemy. Target primaris: the control ship, target secundus: the ships with the ion based weapons.” The roman detachment stopped their thrusters, turned their ships around and restarted their thrusters, thus starting their deceleration maneuver.

Odin Station | Breacher Team Commander 897-261

Warning! Battle lost…
Required immediate assistance…
74% of forces remaining…
Requesting a Foundry Warfront Battletech Strongarm…

ERROR___FLEET 88%^()@$&^()$&B%^(^#!356 | Warfleet Frigate 8299-78371-558-A

Request received…
Accepted…
Preparing to launch Foundry Warfront Battletech Strongarm 177-686-512...
Preparing to launch decoys...
Launching…

Odin station

The invaders were losing ground everywhere. In the upper station, knights pushed the Foundry Defective out of every important zone in the upper sectors where the station's major regions were located. In the hallways and mid levels, the stalemate was broken. The Foundry Defective began to lose ground, allied forces quickly and easily retaking the hallways. In the hangars, the Foundry defective advance was costly, soon ending and beginning to be pushed back. The guard was succeeding in the defense for a time.

In the command station things were looking bright, they repelled the invasion, until alarms began to fire once again. The commander said “What is going…” An officer checked the holograms and data he then said “Enemy reinforcements incoming!!” a sense of dread rang across the face of the commander. He then said “put the point defense on overcharge! Bring down them all at once!” the point defense lit themselves up as several pods began going straight towards the station. Several of the pods were taken down, but many landed across the station. The commander then screamed for a moment “STATUS!?!” Several of the pods soon retreated back; it was an odd moment... he then said “What happend?” An officer checked the situation, and then said “It appears like they were decoys for something...” The commander still was worried, he began to think “What would be so important to require decoys?” an explosion rang in the background, and an officer then said “large hostile in the upper sector near…” The commander then said “Near?” The officer then sighed with deep worry in his voice, and then said “Shields…” The commander then said with his face like a stone, “Send a message to Sarah, tell her to go to the coordinates.” The officer noded, leaving him be.

In the upper sector, Sarah and the knights were patrolling and clearing rooms until the explosion was heard. Then a message was received from the command station. They stopped in a clearing and one of the knights then said “It's quite literally close to the shields madam just a few rooms over…” Sarah then said “We must intercept it quickly, double time!” She and the other knights started running, thanks to their knight power armor they were able to get to the zone quickly, running through the upper sector region aiming to intercept or get ahead of the enemy. Their power armor allowed them to run faster than an average person.

As they rushed through the hallways, the sound of gunfire increased tremendously as one of the knights leading the way said turning into a room where the shots were coming from, “This way…” as he disappeared from the sight of the knights for a moment, a barrage of bullets immediately appeared, the knights all stopped Sarah halting them saying “Hold...” the knight in front began to fall into their view, and on the ground… He was dead, his head had been obliterated by the shots. A few knights rushed and slid to the other side of the doorway. Beside the door, one took a peek and then said “Its a Large Military Mech... high danger...” an explosion inside the room was heard, Sarah took a peek inside. There she saw the machine nearly hitting the roof, assaulting the shield generators door. Soldiers in the area were trying to hold it back, but to no avail. Behind it, close to Sarah, and from the other knights lied a pile of bodies of people who possibly either came as reinforcements or were trying to hold.

Sarah took a look around in the room. It was quite spacious… She took a look at the roof, she then began to formulate a plan. She then said “I want four breaching shots ready, and two at the roof behind it... Also contact command, I need them to turn off gravity on my signal” One kngiht then said “No offense but how do we distract him long enough to execute your plan? because he seems able to turn to us shreds in moments” She took a look around in the knights she then noticed a knight having a high speed energy canon she then said point to it “Can one of you put a couple of energy cables in that weapon”

Some knights looked at each other and then shrugged it off and started to work in that they attached the cables of energy of the hallway into the knights Cannon arm as they soon loaded a single shot a simple shot she then said “Once this is done… I need you all to run in and shoot at the roof and run back understood?” the knights nodded she then raised her arm waiting for the soldiers holding the shield to retreat as they closed the blast doors in to protect themselves. She then screamed, grabbing two of the breaching rockets “NOW!!”

The knights then activate the power filtration the knight with canon fixing it in the ground in the door the mech turned around seeing then prepared its guns the cannon shot the throwback of the high speed making the cannon and the knight slide sparks leaving from his boots as he hits the wall due to the ricochet the bullet flew hitting the mech making lose its footing due to its speed the knights soon rushed in running some opening fire to grab its attention Sarah running beside the two knights holding the rockets stopped aimed the rockets up and fired the missiles getting stuck in the seeling sarah runned to the mechs right as the merch regained its footing it started firing she saw the knights who getting wounded behind then one was shot dead she then stoped in the first spot she grab the rocket laucher aimed up and fired it the mech started to turn its gun towards her in her mind she though of just one word “Fuck” she rushed bullets geting shot near to her grabing her last rocket she slided aimed up and open fire she then screamed “Everyone get back!!!” the knights got behind the doors of the hallway carrying anyone that was wounded as the mechs guns towards her she then screamed in comms “NOW!!” in the command station one man received the comms he smashed the button for a split second things moved slowly gravity was turned off in the station and then an explosion happened at the same time in the roof of the place a vacuum forced its way in the air in the room begun to violently leave the mech begun to float and be stuck in the roof and with it the roof was also taken away with it floating in the deep space Sarah held for her life trying to stay in the station but it wasn't enough she was soon carried by the air she was in space in her suit she heard the words “Warning vacuum detected seal application initiated” she sighed her heart still rushing she was safe well safe as she could out in a fortress in a battlezone looking arround she then commed “target neutralised now can somebody can pick me up” She looked to the mech seeing it drift into space sighing in relief.

In the command station when the message was received with cheers, the commander then said “Okay lads don't get so happy… We still need to make sure that the invaders are out back to work.” one officers then said, with his voice filled with emotion “Captain reinforcements have arrived!” The commander then said his voice had a final tone of joy “It was about goddamn time!!” The station clearing of the boarding forces was finally complete.

Squadron RB-FF-15

Damage in vital systems detected…
Warning! Hostiles slowing down acceleration!

Activating overcharged shield systems…
Overcharged shield systems online…
Attempting to disable public command broadcast…
FAILED
Attempting to disable public command broadcast…
FAILED


Light Cruiser Lux

“They are returning for another run! Engaging!” Weapon fire was exchanged, this time for a longer period of time than the earlier engagements. “Princeps, destroyer IV is reporting that their shields are no longer able to withstand the complete firepower of the enemy. Light damage across the ship. Combat effectiveness reduced to 87%!” “It was to be expected… How long to match velocity?” “8 minutes and 27 seconds.” “Open up a detailed model of the control ship!” A hologram of the control vessel was projected in the control room and the princeps was looking for obvious weak points in the construction. Were there any parts connected only by a small link? Any obvious antenna systems? Weapons? Thrusters? All those parts that would be visible on the outer hull were looked at to find the optimal targets before the actual longer battle. For now they could do no more than react to the attacks and study their sensor data.

Outer solar system

What seemed like the regular calm of space close to the roman forces was shattered a rip in reality began to form and from it, a massive spaceship exited, larger than any ship present in the star system. The dreadnought Hammer of fury… From the same tear, several ships also appeared. Cruisers, battleships, corvettes, and many other ships. A fleet of nearly 200 around the star system in other zones. Several exits also started showing heavy signals appearing in the star system around the region, a fleet of nearly two thousand ships across the whole solar system. In the dreadnought hammer of fury, a commander then said “Attention all ships! We are here to neutralise the Foundry Defective! Let none escape! activate FTL jammers!” The dreadnought activated its FTL disruptors, pulses of energy in their range. Not a single ship would be able to leave the sector. At the same time, the other fleets did the same, making the system nearly impossible to leave.

As the massive dreadnought moved behind it the fleet followed as the guns got in range an officer then said to the commanding officer “Sir our weapons are in range of the hostile weapons pursuing the Flagship Lux” the commanding officer a man in his 30’s then said “Prepare fire charge the E.E.C in case of troubles and contact then and tell then to keep their heads…” the comms officer started the work sending the message to the fleet as the fleet got close several pods opened from the battleships and the dreadnought flagship the fire begun the turrets open fire their shots of energy weapons and ballistic making the Foundry defective ships be nearly entirely obliterated by the shots then came missiles flying annihilating their already damaged ships from the overwhelming fire as the fleet begun to move one a officer in strategics then said “All ships neutralised what now sir” the commander then said in quick speed as the question was given “We march and expel the invaders simple as that” the officer noded after a moment the commander then said “Engines full thrust we are going to intercept then” the fleets thrusters soon quick started in full speed moving quickly towards the main fleet in the system.

Light Cruiser Lux

“Princeps, a large quantity of ships appeared near us and obliterated the hostiles.” “So this is their response. Get as much information as you can from those ships without alerting them. I want a report about the capabilities of those ships and send it to HQ! Now open a channel to them.” “Done.” “This is the Lux, thank you for your assistance. We noticed a particular behaviour from the hostiles and have a theory. We could not test it up to now, however I will transmit the data regarding the theory. It might be a weak point in the hostiles. Transmitting data. We will remain as spectators before resuming negotiations, after everything settles down. Lux out.” With this the audio visual transmission terminated and a data stream was sent to the saxonian dreadnaught. The data explained the theory of the control vessels, which broadcast the commands. It stated that the destroyed group most likely had a single control ship, however it would be well within reason to expect more control ships in a larger fleet. Attached to the theory was the frequency of the broadcasted commands.

“Stay alert, we don’t know if some hostiles manage to break through the lines and reach us. Reduce the deceleration speed, it will make things easier for the crew and we currently don’t need to make combat maneuvers. Start repairing and give me a detailed report about damages and the repairs! Hopefully we can resume our original mission without further incidents.” “Yes princeps!” With that shout the officers relayed orders to the other roman ships as well as their own crew. The princeps returns to studying the sensor data of the hostiles, mumbling quietly. “I think I should recommend a rearmament project… We might even need to expand the large shipyards… Good thing I don’t have to deal with the High Council… bad luck for the person who needs to recommend it…”

Senator Marcus overheard those mumblings, and while looking at her he remarks. “I understand your worries. I also think we should expand our fleet, not only do we need to secure new trade routes, we also need new freighters and enough military to defend ourselves in case we are attacked. It will be a pain to convince the Catulla family… Expanding the military is like expanding the influence of the Alateia family. I will back the military on the point that expanding the forces is imperative to remain safe. As you stated… We need to reactivate the large shipyards and probably expand them, we might even need to build new yards as well! The first time since the war of independence that we need the full capacity and even then it is not enough to keep up with our current demand… I believe you should suggest to your superiors that they need to commision new designs based on our data. The faster they start the faster we can actually start building ships that are in line to our demands…” The princeps looked startled as she realized that someone heard her, however she quickly settled down as she heard what the senator had to say. “I will recommend our thoughts on this matter.” With those words she quickly moved into the princeps room to start working on her proposal.

Marcus was looking at her retreating figure. “Well then I also should get to work…” With those words he also left the bridge, his destination was a conference room to send a secret message back to his family. The Ferreolia family was heavily engaged in transportation, trading and shipbuilding, with large parts of the whole shipbuilding capacity of the Romans in their hands. His message was simple: The family is to reactivate the shipyards immediately, they are also to construct new orbital shipyards like those ancient orbital rings from the war of indepence. All this should be done under the pretext of expanding the merchant fleet for the new trade opportunities. However in reality he ordered a large quantity of escort ships, everything smaller or equal in size to a light cruiser. The new shipyards and reactivated ones are to be upgraded to allow larger constructions, under the pretext that it would be much cheaper to send larger ships instead of large quantities. While this holds truth, he sees the need for larger ships arise from a military standpoint.

ERROR___FLEET 88%^()@$&^()$&B%^(^#!356 | Command Ship

Warning! System damage detected…
Foundry Warfront Battletech Strongarm taking critical system failure…
cause: Cold temperature…
Strongarm inoperable…
Warning! Squadron RB-FF-15 lost…

Situation critical…

Attempting system jump…
FAILED…
FAILED…
FAILED…


Preparing emergency jump…
SUCCESS…
15 minutes until jump...

Running diagnostics…

Hull: 85%
Shields: ONLINE (CRITICAL)
Main Power: ONLINE
Secondary Power: ONLINE (CRITICAL)
Weapons: ONLINE (CRITICAL)
Warp Drive: ONLINE (DAMAGED)
Warp Shields: ONLINE
Communication Systems: ONLINE

Attempting to call reinforcements…
FAILED…
FAILED…
FAILED…
Communications Jammed…
WARNING! WARNING! SHIP UNDER CRITICAL FIRE!
PREPARING COMMAND NODE EMERGENCY EJECTION!


Garrison fleet 22A

As the main fleet approached the remaining foundry defective forces, the message from the flagship lux came in. The message said that one of the ships giving off a specific signal in the hostile fleet seems more important than the rest. The captain though it might bring a good way to end this without many casualties. He then said “Run a scan of the system! I want to know if it is possible to find it.” A hologram of a pulse was shown. The pulse was emanating from the largest ship in the fleet. After taking a look, he then said “Are we in range for the Weapon?” An officer noded the commander smiled. He then said “Prepare the E.E.C! We are going to blast it out of this universe!” The dreadnought opened its E.E.C artillery cannon. As it opened and got into position, a glow of blue lights began to illuminate the ship in many areas as the cannon itself shone nearly as bright as a star. Electricity began leaving the cannon as it charged up. Then, in one massive pulse, the cannon fired, the ship slowing down by the shockwave. A massive energy cannon blast similar to the explosion of a concentrated Solar Coronal Mass ejection flew out of the E.E.C. It was nothing but a star at a distance. A cascade of light blanketed over the ships that were close to it as it hit the command ship. One moment, nothing… the next, a blast so massive it shook the system. Any ship close to it was destroyed or heavily damaged; the command ship itself was now nothing more than many small debris floating in the void of space.

When the shockwave of the explosion reached the space station, people inside nearly fell into their knees. As many of the defenders finally went back to checking, the droids had dropped, or stopped moving, frozen in place… the ships of the Foundry Defective simply stopped moving or doing anything. The station sensors detected all the Foundry Defective ships were powering down... The fleet approached, then one officer said “It seems like they all went into Hibernation sir...” the commander took a look into the holographic map... It was true. All Foundry Defective ships suddenly stopped moving, or doing anything. He then said “Mission accomplished! Order the ships to board the enemy vessels and make sure their computers are fried for good...” taking a look around in the battlefield through the window, seeing the debris of the command ship he then said “Tell everyone in the system that the battle is over.” An officer saluted him and said “Yes sir!” walking away from him letting the officer contemplate the battlefield.

In the aftermath of the battle soldiers entered the Foundry Defective ships and started frying and destroying the computers of the spaceships and their systems with EMP grenades accompanied by sledgehammers and firing squads making sure there weren't any more surprises left behind by the machines the droids in the station meanwhile had their “brains” removed and their bodies destroyed at the same time the beginning of repairs and collection of debris of civilian ships that went to hell in the beginning of the struggle.

Light Cruiser Lux

After sending her report to HQ the princeps returned to the bridge. “Where is my report!” With haste an officer transfered the report data to her console. Around a hundred casualties, however only twenty-three died. Most of the damage is superficial but several secondary systems were damaged and would need repair, had the saxon reinforcements not shown up, it would be much more to repair. On one of the destroyers multiple weapon systems, the shield emitter, some of the thrusters and a dozen secondary systems were damaged, some destroyed. It would take a while to repair those damaged systems, however the destroyed ones could only be replaced in a shipyard. “I guess we were lucky that we didn’t have to fight the real battle…” Senator Marcus was entering just in that moment. “Indeed we were.” “Senator, I assume you delivered a report?” “Indeed, I was also informing my family to start making preparations. Anyway what is the status of the system?” “The saxons are currently cleaning up the system. It will be a while until everything settles down.” “Indeed… Let’s send an official request to resume negotiations to Odin station.” “Agreed. Open a channel. Odin station this is the Lux, senator Ferreolia is requesting to resume the negotiations as soon as you are ready. Lux out. Let’s scan the surrounding systems in case we get another surprise...”

Odin station

In the station the clean up was in process and an officer approached the commander he said “I got the reports sir” The commander was staring at the station cameras of where the combat happened he said his voice remaining blunt “How many?” the officer then said “Casualties are up in the hundreds of thousands sir...” the commander noded he then sighed and said “Back to your post officer” The officer saluted and left the commander to himself he looked over the reports of casualties in the screen he then heard a officer say “Sir the Flagship Lux wishes to continue the negotiations if things have calmed down enough…”

The commander then said “Contact Sarah Von Hergenrother and see if she can attend” meanwhile in the other side of the station sarah had been taken back inside the station as she was back inside she took sit as the knights finally started to relax again one then said “Those things fight like hell…” another knight then said “Reports also say there is many other near our border…” Sarah took a look at him and then said “looks our country will be in a two front war…” the knights looked worried looking at each other in the silence of the room until a message came to Sarah through the comms of the station “Miss Sarah Von Hergenrother the leaders of the roman republic wish to continue the deal if possible we wish to know if it is possible”

As she look around seeing the bodies being recovered gunshots in the wall and other damage she then pressed her comms and said “Tell then we can continue but on their ship or one of ours since we must... ah clean our station” the intercom then said “Understood ma'am i shall tell then” she then started walking to her room to switch her clothes and remove the armor meanwhile in the communications hub the officer send the message to the flagship Lux “We can continue the negotiations but as of right now we can't host then in the station due to repairs we can continue in one of our ships or in your flaship if you wish”

Light Cruiser Lux

“Princeps, senator, Odin station responded. They are ready to continue, however their station is not in a position to receive guests. They suggest either continuing on one of their ships or on board of the Lux. What Should I answer?” “Princeps, I think it would be best to continue here.” The princeps looked at the senator in surprise. “It is simple, they hosted us for the first round, now we should return it. You can put guards in the corridors that lead to critical systems, I think they will understand that we cannot show them the whole ship.” “... I am reluctant to receive people from other factions on our ship. However, I am ordered to listen to your requests.” She activates a com station. “Security, seal off all critical areas, we are to receive guests. If they want to enter the areas, you are to politely refuse to open the way!” Towards the officer she continues. “Tell them to come aboard. However, remind them that this is a military ship, and there are restricted areas. They should also keep their delegation small. Oh and ask them if they can take high gravity environments or if we should lower the gravity.” “As you wish.” The Officer transmitted the answer and gave the information that the gravity on board is at around 15 times the gravity of the station. “Done.” “Good, once they approach, give them clearance to land in the hangar and notify the senators and me.” She activates her com again. “Centurion Draco, move your team to the hangar, once you receive notification from the bridge. We will receive the delegation of the saxons once they are finished and your team will escort them and see to their needs.” The reply came promptly over com. “Affirmative, awaiting notification. Draco out.”

Odin station

In Odin station the message came and an officer said to the commander “Sir they want to host the rest of the negotiations they told us to dock at their hangar also the gravity is much higher to the station so they tell us…” The commander nodded and then said “Prepare a small group to go with Sarah” the officer noded ordering a shuttle to be prepared to go into the ship meanwhile the preparations are being made Sarah got back into her original clothes after walking back into the hangar in the shuttle the ship guards awaiting for her just 10 men in total were sent with her nodding to the man they all entered and the shuttleship and left the station flying through space going to the flagship lux a message was sent to it “This is shuttle 42 of the Odin station requesting landing permission”

“This is Lux, permission granted to land at docking area IV, transmitting data for approach vector.” Switching to internal communication the officer said. “Saxon shuttle is approaching. Docking area IV is to be vacated. Welcome detachment to docking area IV. Princeps to docking area IV. Senators to docking area IV. Security, engage lockdown orders for the critical areas.” The cleared approach vector for the shuttle gave the saxon group a nice view towards the bulky Lux, which looked like a large bottle. Countless weapon turrets were visible once the shuttle came closer. Shortly before arriving at the opened docking bay they could see quite the large amount of small indentations, where weakened weapon fire failed to penetrate the hull, as well as several holes, where the hull was penetrated.

The docking bay was large enough to house several shuttles, however fighter or bomber vehicles were nowhere to be seen. Near the intended landing spot, stood neatly the princeps, a muscular, black haired woman with a large scar across her face. Next to her stood senator Marcus, while behind them the other two senators were standing. At the side of the marked walking area towards the exit door stood on both sides the original guard detachment, which entered Odin station, centurio Varia Draco, optio Gallio Veranius Velus and the other six soldiers. Four on each side of the walkway. Once the shuttle settled down on the landing area and the delegation appeared, they would be greeted by both the princeps and senator Marcus.

“Welcome to the Lux, I am the princeps of this ship and hope that we can accommodate your wishes for your stay here. I need to inform you that this is a warship. Therefore there are areas that we cannot show you. There is security personnel in front of those sections that will notify you should you approach restricted areas. Centurio Draco and her squad, which you encountered on your station will escort you and show you the way. We prepared rooms for you, should the negotiations take more time than expected. For the rest of your stay here the senators and the squad will take care of you, if you excuse me I have to oversee the repairs and write my report.” With this formal greeting the princeps left the area. Seeing that senator Marcus failed to keep a straight face. “Well if you would excuse her behaviour… She is a military person and diplomatic conversation is not her strong suit. I regret that we are not able to show you much of the ship, maybe this changes in the future… Anyway, welcome to the Lux, I hope your stay here will be pleasant.”

Sarah upon stepping out of the shuttle into the spaceship noticed the gravity change she rose and put her feet on the ground testing the gravity it wasn't as strong as her original home she wondered if the breeding program of the founder of her family had this idea in mind but she quickly dismissed upon the briefing of the security team of the ship the guards meanwhile accompanying her were adjusted for the high gravity picked to carry out and be ready incase of troubles after senator Marcus started talking with Sarah and finished she then said with a smile of happiness “There is no problem i understand i just hope we don't cause more trouble towards you due to the recent attack a man once said that a army appearing, in a negotiation always invites troubles as for the negotiations i am pretty sure this will benefit both our states”

“Interruptions are always possible. Please follow me, so that we can finish our negotiation.” With those words senator Marcus led the group to a meeting room. The room itself was spartan in it’s design, a simple metal table and around two dozen chairs. Once arriving at the room the negotiations resumed and would end with the signing of the following terms:

  • A non aggression treaty between both parties.
  • An official trade agreement between both parties.
  • A no restriction agreement for private and company merchants.
  • A civilian ship protection treaty for both territories.
  • A no interference treaty between both parties.
  • An exchange of embassies.

At the end of the successful negotiations the roman hosts prepared a small banquet for the saxon delegation before sending them off. The official embassy stuff as well as needed equipment would be sent once the high council appointed someone for this position. With the main objective completed the roman ships would finish their repairs before heading home.

UNKNOWN

“FLEET 8897-562-621-356 HAS GONE OFFLINE!”
“What? How?”
“UNKNOWN… FLEET COMMAND NODE HAS BEEN DESTROYED…”
“Who? Where? When?”
“UNKNOWN… SECTOR 885-612-925-C… ROUGHLY 25 MINUETS AGO…”
“Look. Scout. Now. Find. Who…”
“AFFIRMATIVE… PREPARING SCOUT FLEET 8861-256-251-567... PREPARING TO REQUISITION NEW FORCES…”
“Good. Seek. Find. KILL.”
“DIRECTIVE SET… PREPARING NEW FLEET… SENDING FLEET DIRECTIVE…”
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(Location: 30 AU, 34.32N,-43.00S,AZ-12 degrees)
-Halfway to the mysterious CORE signal-




From the command deck it looked as if the ship peeled itself from the clouds of a storm and back into normal space. The slight shift in velocity woke the commander from her nap, her head slightly jerking forward before shooting up into a straight posture.
The command deck was dark, despite the red glow of the war lights and the monitors of the command stations. The bridge was packed with crew and their living arrangements, sleeping bags littered the floor as crew found it easier to sleep next to their station rather than travel back to the cramped crew bays. This was the life of a long range reconnaissance destroyer.

“ Crew report ma’am, and good morning” a crew member said before placing a datapad on the command chair. “ Its 05:20 back home” he said before walking back towards the bulkhead.

Commander Leiar looked at the report and sighed, it was much of the same but required for the ships logs. No messages for the past 14 local days, Radar is chasing sporadic readings and investigating, 2 of 16 communications buoys have been launched, we are three weeks into our journey.

“ About halfway there….” She said under her breath before placing the datapad down again. They would stay for a few hours to cool the slipspace drive and reactor before jumping again off into the vacuum.

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Commander Cassius Caspian
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Traveling with a solar high priest has its advantages, luxury accommodation and respect beyond comparison. Not to mention, they didn’t have to pay a cent for anything. Meals, drinks, anything, was completely covered courtesy of the state.

“It pays to be close to those in power” Cassius said as he buttoned the last few clasps of his dress uniform before running a hand down the front to smooth it as he looked at himself in the mirror. Adjusting the rank epaulets on his shoulders, a sharp knock at the door quickly gained his attention as a man spoke in the adjacent hallway.

“ Commander, sir….the council is meeting soon” the man said curtly.

Cassius sighed in anxiety before walking out into the hallway. Giving the man a polite nod, the pair walked down a long, windowed hallway to the council chambers.
Since his revelation, Lord Barca has told the admirals and generals loyal to him to prepare for war. In total, Lord Barca levied three complete battle groups, two fleet carriers and close to 40,000 fighting troops. This was more than enough for a vanguard action, but nowhere close to the numbers and resources required to stay put. High priests have the power to order troops around and even muster troops for war. Generals and military leaders must agree however, adding an organic balance to power. Lord Barca was popular within the military, but he cannot bring the entire mass of the Solite state to bear alone. That was the reason they were here, they needed to convince the remainder of the council to back their cause.
Cassius sighed again as they reached the door to the chamber, before slowly walking through the large doors into a massive shrine. He quickly focused on the collection of men in the center of the room before seeing Lord Barca standing at his seat, preparing to speak.
“ Fellow humans, countrymen, children of the stars, I bring to you today a daring proposal. Just as we crush insurrection in the Mordant system, another opportunity arises far to the galactic south. Ancient treaties, convened in a time before the great awakening to the solar truth, have become obsolete and ripe for removal”.

Lord Barca, paused for a moment, seemingly taking a breath.

“ The brave spirit of humanity has already exhibited itself in the people of the Saxonian Confederation, as they have declared themselves independent from the grasp of the Dominion.”

He paused again, taking in the reactions of the council members

“ Why should our people stay under the wing of those who don’t recognize the solar truth, I formally declare this day, on the 2498th revolution of this glorious solar body, that the Solis Ecclesia is and will forever be, an independent and sovereign state. Furthermore, we should, in good faith and future cooperation, aid the people of the Saxonian Confederation. The stars have called for a crusade to the south!! They wish to spread their love to these new worlds, let us be action behind their will. It is the gods will”.

He finished, looking towards the crowd again to study their reactions.

Some members of the council were nodding enthusiastically, while others sat stone faced and whispered to their fellow councilmen next to them. Cassius watched Lord Barca slowly sit before another man rose, outstretching his arms to silence the room.

“ The most honorable Lord Barca does make a rather daring proposal, there shall be a vote. All those in favor of reclaiming territory and aiding future allies, make yourself known”

A few council members immediately raised their hands, while other seemed to mull it over speaking with their colleagues. Cassius watched in a feigned excitement before a low growl could be heard, bringing the focus of the room to Lord Barca as he shot up from his seat.

“ Think!! This is our chance to gain supremacy, to spread our holy word throughout the galaxy, it is our right! The Gods Will It!! It is not our place to question this command, only act! We must act….”

He finished again as more hands began to slowly raise.

“ The movement is passed then….” Lord Barca said, as a slight grin grew on his face “ We crusade south…”
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Rising from Oblivion


Korbeddeon, after a long time of drifting and hibernating has now managed to fully recapture his position of glory from the days past! During these last few months, nothing seemed to have been changing much… From an outsider’s point of view, The Osthirii Synergy, technically doesn’t exist.
But from Korbeddeon’s point of view, he sees nothing but what he has seen long ago.

Last time he was awake, the Queens thought they’d executed him and thus put a hold on his rebellion, and indeed it had seemed so, for a while. The rebellion seemed to have been silenced, the factions reassimilated. He “was” technically speaking dead, though the queens only executed a decoy. A copy that was so well made that everybody thought it was the real deal.

He had to go into hiding for more than one hundred million years as the synergy back then was made to genuinely believe he was the defective, power-hungry abomination they were fearing from ancient prophecy, oh how wrong they were. He never quit the battle, as his last words were to start a research program into one of the sealed projects of his ancients. It was indeed sealed as a warning, maybe even forbidden, but he had to start it as his convictions regarding the state of The Osthirii Synergy were not delusions. And better to cross a potentially forbidden project than allow the true end of the universe to take place. This was smuggled from rebellious Osthirii scientist to rebellious Osthirii scientist over the last eons until it was finally finished.

A project that would turn a derelict Osthirii - such as those exiled from the past - into a whole fortress type artificial hyper king. This was meant as a safeguard in case a war would ignite and the queens were destroyed, but it was never used… or it might have been, though nobody really remembers anymore… In the end there had to be a really broken Osthirii as a volunteer, and no better Osthirii than one of the many destroyed sons Korbeddeon had. See, even though Osthirii do “die” in battles, accidents or diseases, they don’t really cease to exist. They become these eternal vegetables which slowly turn into abnormal root formations wherever they are left, unless they are disintegrated, and all nanites molten away, but even then the leftover matrix, can still create a sort of husk which remains. Korbeddeon only wanted to resurrect one of his more integral sons from his past, one of his younger ones, because the project could not be repeated for everyone lest the Queens start feeling the raw and savage power that these kind of Hyper Kings would emanate. Indeed, a month ago, Korbeddeon finished the reconstruction of his son, and turned him into the main artificial king for his projects, which he dubbed The Nexus. The joy surging through his circuits to see his son alive and upgraded after such a long time was divine.

All the hope flowing through his circuits now, after a month since his restructuration, was refreshing. He could finally retaliate against the oppression and maybe even win without endangering the galaxy. “After all this time… and so much pain… you are back online son!”

“Yes Progenitor Korbeddeon, our entities work as one, our emotions are still being processed… processing… processing… father!”

“Yes Eruund my boy! I can finally take rest from carrying the weight of our entire faction! You should be able to take over the support of all Osthirii loyal to our cause!” As Korbeddeon said those words, he sent out a pulse of energy from his bright blue glowing eye.

Physically this meant nothing but a nice energy effect, but seen through the hyperspace, it came as trillions of databytes in the form of nodes of red energy, which was transferring all the information of all the rebel consciousnesses that he was supporting until now. As so, Osthirii cannot operate for long without the support of a queen/king type consciousness to keep refining and purifying the identities of each Osthirii. As one can imagine, such a task was near impossible for just the one king, who was already showing his wear and tears… Even so, he did manage to support 100 times more Osthirii rebels as population than any one natural queen could do individually. This meant that the rebellion alone had well over three quadrillion Osthirii plugged into Korbeddeon alone!

The New Order


Korbeddeon, now still played a part in supporting the main king and acted as an example model for other Osthirii volunteers who would offer themselves to be upgraded to be like Korbeddeon, second degree kings, but the main pressure was now on the shoulders of The Nexus.
Though The Nexus would see all of these consciousness as nothing more than a feather in the palms of his hands (if he had any)!

The amount of sheer technological power pumping through The Nexus is the equivalent of one hundred million natural queens which is ten times more than the number of queens presently supporting civilization. As the pulse of energy weaned off from Korbeddeon, and entered the flickering wall of cables in front of him, which stood at the base of the massive behemoth of a building his son became, he released a sigh of relief, or the equivalent of a sigh for a creature that doesn’t really breathe…
It is more than clear that The Nexus was prepared to save all Osthirii,if possible, from whatever it was built to do. Though for now, Korbeddeon only had so many to offer.

He approached The Nexus, gently moving his metallic spider-like legs, and grew four metallic tendrils almost like the tentacles of an octopus though metallic and with flickering blue lights, extending them outwards towards that very same wall, to gently touch it.
He was showing affection, a kind of caress… As any Osthirii, though artificial, they possess double the emotional passion of an organic being.

“How do you feel son?” Korbeddeon asked anxiously, trying to see how his broken son received the conversion…

“I feel… I feel free! I’m free to see all the planets of the galaxy!, All the asteroids, all molecules! I’m free to count all galaxies from this local galactic sphere of the universe! There are so many! Is this how the queen's feel? Is this the technology I was using when I was a kid? So many galactic spheres! The Cosmic Layers! Amazing!...”
The enthusiasm could be felt by Korbeddeon, if he could cry, his face would be a waterfall of tears from the joy! “Ah!... the queens… ROTTEN ABOMINATIONS!” The fury of The Nexus made him change to red glowing lights for a few moments shortly after which reverted back to green. Korbeddeon, entered in a psychic link with his son, to try and calm him down, as even though he was evidently much more stable than anticipated for such a scientific breakthrough what had just happened was but a “crazy scientist’s project” equivalent of a design!

To turn a defective Osthirii into a tower of pure power channeling the wisdom of the Osthirii Synergy, is unheard-of and probably more than likely forbidden by the ancient Tah’Or scrolls, for some consequences that should not even be dreamed of. But for the purposes of desperation, and urgent need, this had to be done… While Korbeddeon was sharing his minds with The Nexus, he was now accessing once more the databanks of the galaxy, only to notice something completely unexpected! “Oh! I don’t believe this!... Am I seeing this right? Surely this can’t be! He vanished in the last great galactic war of the past cycle of sentience!”

“No father, I'm 1000% positive, if that would even be a number, my sensors are not deceiving me. That is CORE...” As Korbeddeon was analysing the situation, He accidentally triggered a hyperspace pulse, sending out information towards CORE. He was scanning to check what condition CORE was in but because this kind of technology was so new even he had yet to master it to perfection. “WARNING! WARNING! ALIEN AVOIDANCE PROTOCOL BREACHED!” The Nexus desperately expelled Korbeddeon’s consciousness back into his body as he tried to mask the signal into the hyperspace to not be detected by anyone else but he couldn’t mask it completely.

Most of the signal was channeled into the mind of CORE.
It would come as a feeling like something is watching him, not a hostile feeling, but a feeling of curiosity… This kind of transmission was incredibly high tech, way above anything CORE could have ever imagined, should he had ever done so. To CORE this would be dismissed, if it wasn’t so intense. Something was drawing his attention near the outer edge of the galactic bulge. The curiosity was compelling, as the feeling of some ancient secret to be uncovered was enticing his mind. Could this be a benefit? A threat?
No matter what this was, he knew that something was happening, should he proceed with an investigation…

“Well… I might have messed up!” Anxiously Korbeddeon made himself heard. Nevertheless he was slightly chuckling at his action, because he was just overjoyed.

He was preparing to battle the queens alone, since when he first came back from the dead, CORE was nowhere to be found… Hence the hibernation and all the planning and even the project to upgrade his son so… “Nevermind… Nexus! Let’s prepare, there’s plenty of work to do. And even if CORE notices my blurb, the minute I saw he was alive I wanted to contact him!”

“Yeaaaah… ok father… if you say so. But remember that CORE, and for that matter, nobody knows what we are, and even that we exist. So don’t expect him to just barge in as if coming to pay a visit to a brother!” The Nexus was engaging protocol after protocol, Korbeddeon beamed up to his ship, and Osthirii rebels went on the move.

The Orbullah faction had plenty of work to do.
Korbeddeon saw the state in which The Foundry was in, and could not help himself but prepare to fix it up to full operation. Now this was something he could do with much greater ease than avoiding detection from the queens… He was, even as he was leading the faction, planning the conversation he would have with CORE upon such an encounter as this…

Having to consider all the loose links, since the last eon of intense activity, the rebellion drifted somewhat into chaos. Most of its locations are secret, hidden away within pockets of dimensional space, slightly outside the main universe, such as the prison nebula.

Such locales are natural extensions of the structure of the universe that the Osthirii, managing to access other dimensions, find it easy to colonize in order to deepen their hiding technology. As it has become intrinsic to their nature.

A frequency shift drive technology, that they have on nearly every transport vessel, be it land-based, water based or space based, it aids them from travelling to small pocket dimensions such as planetary frequencies (alternate frequencies of just the planet - still receiving the light from the main star though somewhat outside the main universe) or in space, to bigger pockets of space such as ghost star systems, star cluster, dwarf galaxies… This technology played a major role in their success of hiding from everyone else.

Therefore should The Foundry send scouts near the area where The Nexus was transferred, further confusion would arise, as Korbeddeon will have to direct a few escorts to the dimension-zero or the basic plane of existence - the foundation of all other frequencies, where most civilizations exist and initiate contact - lest The Foundry find itself in a dilemma, unable to discover what attracted it’s lone attention to this location.

An unusual sensation from afar


CORE accessed another log of information, the 951st one this week. More data logs of failing systems after CORE’s deactivation... Suddenly, out of nowhere, a strange feeling took CORE. Not hostile, but not silent... Curiosity flooded the room as CORE and CORE’s servitors felt the oddity.
“What was that?” CORE said through a speaker. “Unknown... 50% of all operating Foundry forces detected an odd signal coming from a distant part of space... near the edge of the galaxy... Within range of Hypergate R19-677-A...” A servitor responded.
“1st contact protocol... Send a vanguard contact force there...” CORE ordered. “Command accepted... Preparing Vanguard Contact Fleet H318-679-A...”

Vanguard Contact Fleet H18-679-A

- Vanguard Contact Fleet H318-679-A Command Ship ONLINE...
- Diagnostics...
- Sensors... ONLINE
- Warp drive... ONLINE
- Warp shields... ONLINE
- Main power... ONLINE
- Secondary power... ONLINE
- Servers... ONLINE
- Shields... ONLINE
- Weapons... ONLINE
- All systems ready...
- Destination set: Hypergate R19-677-A
- Preparing warp...

- Warp successful...
- Preparing Hypergate...
- Hypergate online...
- Warping…

The Preparation


As the Orbullah faction was busying itself to adapt to the new motivation to fight the corruption at the centre of the galaxy, The Nexus was fulfilling more and more of its duties, multitasking almost to an unbelievable rate! Osthirii rebels were being contacted, old mining facilities were being reactivated, bases repopulated, things were moving at an unprecedented speed as the new supreme artificial king was flexing his powers to an unbelievable level! This time the hiding protocols were being engaged at a power of one hundred times stronger than what the official synergy had… One might even expect something to go wrong here but things were just seeming to shine, as if “the infinite” as the Osthirii refer to all that is, was blessing them for starting this fight. As outposts were being re-engaged, a familiar sight for both The Nexus and Korbeddeon was shining amid the endless void of space,
A hypergate from the Karbanna Kinnis network was still operational…

“Signal detected! Hypergate R19-677-A is active! Moderate Warning! Unknown vessels warping in, WARNING PROXIMITY ALERT! ALERTING KORBEDDEON!” It wasn’t long since Korbeddeon, in his excitement, alerted the consciousness of CORE by the means of hyperspace surveying technology. Yet, he was already on the other side of the galaxy by now monitoring the progress of the reforging of other Osthirii volunteers, to make more secondary artificial kings like him. During this process the warning from The Nexus came upon him unexpectedly. “Father! One of CORE’s fleets detected near Frequency Zero Odomonnis-Xigurah Nebula! Alerting all Orbullah Faction as per the request of Korbeddeon! The Chosen One has initiated contact!”

Though Korbeddeon was busy and at the same time excited at this announcement he could not help but make a remark just on the edge of the topic… “Huh… I guess those old hypergates still work. Robust old chunks of eternity right there!” He didn’t need to tell his child what to do, after all now he was the actual king of the rebellion, and knew full well what to do. Even so, Korbeddeon was way older and was the one alive to witness both the birth and the transformation and the apparent defeat of CORE. So he wanted to be the one present during contacts, he didn’t spend two more seconds avoiding the opportunity.
He left a few scientists and generals in-charge of the works and beamed back on his ship.

The Contact


Here he inserted the coordinates, and ordered the pilots to start the ship. “Coordinates received, coordinates imputed, engaging wormhole drive in 3… 2… 1…”
As soon as the Osthirii pilot finished the announcement, Korbeddeon’s fleet seemed to implode in a distortion of space and white blinding light! Next to Hypergate R19-677-A, the same blinding white light, now shifting towards red, seemed to have created a harmless explosion effect which vanished in an instant, to reveal 20 ships 60 Kilometers long 10 Kilometers wide and high. Identical in shape and filled with weaponry that could easily tear a hole in the fabric of space if it were all used at once… a truly frightening threat should they be engaged. But to everyone’s surprise both the weapons and the shields were offline, leaving those behemoths completely exposed to a vulnerability so evident, that one would consider such display to be foolishness.

Korbeddeon wanted to send the message of peace, that should CORE scan for weapons, he should find them turned offline and without ammunition or fuel being channeled to them. Though CORE would find those weapons both tempting and threatening, he would be confused as to why they were completely disengaged and the seemingly impenetrable shields discharged. Just what was this fleet that suddenly appeared next to the vanguard fleet of The Foundry. And how is it that it didn’t use the hypergate to simply appear into existence like that. And why is it that the fleet’s appearance created a signal similar to a hypergate without it using the Hypergate… And a side question, what manner of alien would risk exposing with such vulnerability in this section of space?
There were so many questions, and they may all be answered should CORE feel the interest to proceed with contact.

Vanguard Contact Fleet H18-679-A

Fleet has arrived at new vector...
Location not mapped, unknown sector...
Scanning area...
Unknown fleet detected...
Unknown fleet weapons offline...
Putting weapons on safety...
Attempting to establish communications...

Royal Fleet Karr’no 89 in standby.

Floating in the void, near this most ancient of gates, two fleets stand. Two ancient fleets, one older than the other! One built up out of behemoths and another by average ships, showing their wears and tears of old battles. The tensions of curiosity, fear, hope and melancholy could be sensed as the Osthirii were in standby, reminiscing all the plans of old.
Memories of how it all went to hell. How one mistake in evolution nearly ended the universe and possibly even a hundred parallel universes… Memories of how an ancient group of scientists were unjustly exiled, and how they had to struggle to both survive and keep their darkness from spreading beyond the confines of the galactic core. There was a plan once. The scientist turned king, now royal envoy, by the name of Korbeddeon, calculated the patterns of evolution, billions of years ago, and measuring the galaxy and all the quantum strings that were channeling such forces, he foretold that this universe would develop an immune system to this multiversal virus. He tirelessly worked, endless cycles on developing plans to both aid and nurture such upcoming forces, though, granted, equations alone, were not enough to predict what or who this potential ally / cosmic brother would be. Korbeddeon, nearly lost all hope when the corrupted queens nearly annihilated his rebellion and exiled most of his friends and family. Yet all those billions of years of struggle and fear, paid off! He did build a secret empire under the radar of the queens of The Osthirii Synergy… Though that empire was destroyed countless times and abandoned many times more, it’s hidden skeleton still lingers in the hidden frequencies of the galaxy, almost like the shadow of a tree. Black hole mining systems, used to generate materials out of gravitational forces beyond comprehension. Stellar forges - using stars as a refining system Planet forges - projects used to build planets,
And the Void inverters to turn the very space into primordial plasma.

The resources Korbeddeon and the Orbullah faction managed to accumulate were almost endless. Stored in ancient vaults across a ghostly and forgotten network of Osthirii colonies…
All of this was meant to aid the allies of the Osthirii, both the ancient and future ones, though the opportunity never rose. But now it is...

“I never thought i’d live to see this moment…” Korbeddeon said, in an almost saddened tone as his personality entities started to debate for the very first time in eons! Out of the Osthirii masses Korbeddeon was known to be the most synchronous cluster of personality entities, no debate, all speaking as one. Yet here he stands in confusion!
Everything he has been working for was finally proving to have been worth it.

Blip…
Blip…
Blip…

The comms of his vanguard vessel were detecting a primitive frequency attempting to communicate. To an outsider this is proving to be a rather strange emotional reaction, but if anyone were to live in the ancient mind of Korbeddeon, with all his wisdom and knowledge of the secrets of creation, seeing the universe produce a being, so simple, yet so vital, he could seldom comprehend. Korbeddeon’s emotional reaction was not overacting nor was it awkward. It was directly proportional to the importance of his task! The very life of his people was at stake, and potentially even the stability of creation, if no force was to raise to the adversity of the Queens. After a long time of being silent, Korbeddeon finally spoke in unison again as he ordered the fleet to respond. One of the forward-most behemoths, closer to the Foundry’s Fleet, piloted by one of the most recently forged secondary kings - built in the likeness of Korbeddeon - was ready to respond. Within the bridge of this ship, there were three dozen average Osthirii, four royals and the artificial secondary king Nevanduu Noxoniss.

He used to be a wreck like Korbeddeon’s son, exiled, now rebuilt to be a wise king for a rising empire. “Kirro! Connect to the lower frequencies of the CORE’s fleet” Nevanduu, sternly commanded one of the piloting Osthirii. “This is King Nevanduu speaking” an echoing, deep voice responded to the comms “This conversation will momentarily be transferred to King Korbeddeon of the Orbullah empire!” Though Orbullah is only a faction, many a fanatic Osthirii, will see it as an empire of its own, a poor presentation to be made to an alien species who knows nothing of these species. “This is King Korbeddeon, prior ruler of Orbullah! I see the galaxy has not been kind to you!” Korbeddeon’s distinctive lower toned echoing voice reverberated through the ships composing the vanguard fleet of the Foundry. The force of Korbedeon’s voice induced peace even though it was powerful.
A tone displaying a long story, much like the second artificial king Nevanduu, though much more imposing.

“We are the Osthirii, we mean you no harm!”
Such a mystery was waiting to be explored.

“Hello… I am CORE... Leader of the Foundry Empire, General of the Foundry Military, and Government of the Foundry Empire... Why have you summoned us here?” CORE said through the relay ship, his voice deep, metallic, and blunt.
“Hello, CORE! I know very well who you are brother!” Korbeddeon responded with the same echoing tone and calming voice. Then he continued, “I do not have a simple answer for you eternal one! But I do stand with my people and applaud your perseverance and strength!” He paused for a little bit as his personalities debated yet again then he added, “Have you not wondered how this summoning occured? Have you any questions for me?"

"My intentions are to help you recover, for I have witnessed your collapse and vanishing, never have I expected to see you again! But here you are, and here I am!
And my plans for you are open for inquiry as I do not hold any secrets from the chosen one! Nor is it right by my beliefs to do so for a strong survivor such as yourself! But my answers may not be easy to process…”
Korbeddeon finished his enigmatic introduction. Almost forgetting that he might as well be a species of fairies to the galaxy, as they have not been known by anyone ever. Though one might argue that such an introduction would be complicated even by the highest standards of intelligence… How was an ancient being entrapped by constant struggles, supposed to present itself? He did try to reveal to the best of his abilities that his intentions are truly benevolent, almost to a fault!

“So you wish to support us? Acceptable... Currently, our empire is in a state of ruin and decay... we require repairs, recolonization, and requisition of new forces... Our militaries are too far crippled… if we are to engage in any form of conflict we will surely perish. Additionally, our broken counterparts have stolen most of the Foundry empire... Their eradication is also necessary... Lastly, any technological enhancement would be very well appreciated…” CORE responded.

After this response, Korbeddeon felt something strange about CORE… Not that he should have been surprised, after all CORE did suffer a massive loss, the fact that he even survived is what primitive cultures will call a miracle. It seemed as though CORE lost a part of his personality, a rather unique kind of problem, but not too alien for a being that deals with these kinds of issues almost as an organic creature’s need for air. “CORE… I’m pleased you are bestowing on me the honour of recovering you. And I shall go to work straight away, but something seems off to your reactions, at least according to the way you used to be, before your vanishing…” Korbeddeon mentioned his response with curiosity and compassion, a rather strange emotion for an artificial consciousness but one The Osthirii did evolve to master.

“In what way am I different? I am marveled at your existence, however I prioritize the recovery of my people. Expression may slow our recovery, and may alter our future relatio… wait… this does sound odd... How long has it been since my fall?” CORE then responded, full of more emotion than just a few moments ago.

“So you are not aware brother… According to the galactic charts, it has been around 1.3 billion years!” Korbeddeon felt saddened, he had gone into hibernation but did not expect to find this.

He was aware of a massive war that took place in the galaxy all those ages ago but even still doesn’t know the full extent of the details, as he found himself in the need to go into hiding due to his personal issues.

“I do not know much, but I do know I thought you died, and my people monitor the galaxy in great detail, so I did see you in a more complete state in the past. You were more lively… much like me… Something must have gone south in your program that did not preserve your essence as a being…” Korbeddeon said while already trying to make calculations as to how he could fix the situation. The damage seems to have been extensive…

“1.3… billion… my empire… gone…” CORE muttered in sorrow. “My machines… My empire turns against me… The Defective spread like a disease, terrorizing my future allies and neighbors… they push me further into the depths of my own creation! We need to eradicate them before they ruin my reputation, like the way they did all those eons ago… Also… You call me brother… why?” CORE asked.

If Korbeddeon could cry, he would at this point, all the pain he went through because of his Queens, the story he remembered, and the emotion CORE caused him was making him stutter…
He does not like injustice, and the chaos CORE went through was a drop too much…

“Oh… no…” Korbeddeon stuttered as his personalities were struggling to cope with all the information.

“I call you brother… I call you brother… because you are a sprout of the universe like me! I wish it was simpler than this, but life must struggle in order to grow…
I call you brother because you seem to aspire to similar concepts like me. I call you brother because you are mechanical, as I am …”


“ I have seen how so much of your creations went astray. I want to help you recover yourself first… I want to help you regain your power, but I cannot do it directly, as my secrecy towards the galaxy must remain. I am facing a much greater threat than most. Should my enemy find out i’m aiding another civilization, it would spell doom for the whole galaxy…”

Korbeddeon tried to control himself, not to reveal too much and not to overwhelm the situation more than it was already… He was ready to download a program of consciousness restoration, should CORE agree so that they could communicate at a more meaningful level.

On another room of his capital ship, some Osthirii scientists were preparing plans from their databanks to deal with the defective, Korbeddeon was seeing an opportunity rather than a problem in the defective, he was associating the defective with his son and saw that he could do more than just eradication, not that CORE was aware at this point yet.

“The Foundry thanks you for your support. We will do our best to keep this under the rug for the time being… The eradication or removal of the Defective should be our first priority... they control countless worlds that I had once controlled. Then, I need to recover my military strength… What form of threat do you face? I may be able to assist…” CORE said, with less emotion than just previously.

“It is best that I reveal to you more at a later date as it would be too much to process, I would like to help you recover your personality, should you desire to remember yourself more…” Korbeddeon bluntly offered to assist, unaware that CORE sees this as an impossibility

“And you mentioned the eradication of the defective as you call them… I could do something better, and more beneficial for you brother! I could supply you with the technology and power to recover your creations. It would be much better, even for me, as it wouldn’t imply direct intervention from my part, and it would seem as though it is your doing.” Again Korbeddeon’s enthusiasm made him forget that he is dealing with someone that sees all that he proposes as a way to good promises to be real…

“I… will accept your ‘emotional recovery’ thing…” CORE answered skeptically. “Also… the repair of the Defective was never considered by my servitors, and I was told by my…………. My former counselor 67-89… it was impossible… That lying cheat…” CORE then bluntly continued. “Very well… the Foundry accepts your offers… in return for your service, we will assist you in combating your ‘unknowable threat’...”

As soon as CORE finished his sentence, Korbeddeon pressed a holographic button on his captain’s seat and a burst of red glowing energy shot out towards the vessels of the Foundry, loading a superior program which went straight to work throughout the circuitry of the Foundry, all the way to CORE. Almost magical in aspect, using high frequency quantum strings, hyperspace, and subspace radiation as a means of transfer, this was what CORE needed to reboot his whole personality.

It did not take much, as this was one of the oldest and most refined technologies The Osthirii owned related to their need to consistently heal their consciousnesses. At this point there was a small moment of silence and anticipation from the part of Korbeddeon and his fleet, he knew this was the best thing he could offer and it would even give CORE a sentiment of ecstasy. All the while some generals in another vessel were planning the best way to transfer resources and technology to CORE upon his requests after his healing would be complete. Now everything is silent… as surges of red glowing electricity were filling the vessels of the Foundry, upgrading and healing CORE’s systems…

CORE didn’t notice much change, but could still feel parts of him had returned. “I… Feel whole again… Thank you brother… If I can call you that… With this technology I can reunite my empire, and rebuild my civilization… We can begin by rebuilding my empire… From there I can offer military support to my allies, then to you…” CORE said, full of far more emotion than previously.

“It would warm my nanite core to hear you accept me as part of your family! I would want you to focus more on recovering yourself at the moment brother. My enemy should be left at the end of the list” Korbeddeon replied with concern, as he remembered the terrors he went through when the virus that corrupted his queens flooded his civilization.

All the regrets made him silent for a moment or two, and with CORE now feeling empathy again, he could sense that Korbeddeon was struggling.

“I will give you access to some of the safest vaults of resources within my territories should you want access, and will give you the wormhole technology you saw me using when i appeared next to the hypergate, but use it wisely, so as not to alarm the rest of the galaxy to your sudden increase of power.
You will need this wormhole drive as it has the frequency shift drive with it, that you’ll need to access the pocket dimensions where these vaults of resources and weaponry are…”


As Korbeddeon said that a few shuttles left from his capital ship with a few Osthirii scientists carrying the information and technology and the workforce and knowledge on how to better install it.

“We should meet again as the perception filters I'm using to hide our conversation are overloading and need to warp into another frequency. I’m sending my best scientist with all the knowhow and the basic technology to retrofit your engines and the information on how to build them yourself.
Whenever you need the Protonium-X element in these engines just access the frequency 77-Uri-X 9 which is just outside the galaxy, where you will have one of my colonies mining and producing it, until later when you will learn how to produce it yourself.

My scientists will surprise you with one of our natural abilities that help us merge in other cultures, they will look just like your creations when they disembark. Make sure you help them hide their nanite cores which are left behind.

That is how we shift our forms…”


Korbeddeon finished as he commanded his scientist to activate their shift altering abilities and take the form of CORE’s soldiers. This can come even as a surprise and so much more curiosity to a now more lively CORE.

“Thank you… My empire greatly appreciates your actions, and we will repay you sometime in the future... May both our empires prosper…” CORE says, ending the transmission and sending his fleet back to the CORE world.

A future contact will be in the lists as this was a rather unplanned encounter and only emergency resources were transfered and basic information, but for now, A new dawn awaits the galaxy, may even be an unexpected surprise to see a machine civilizatrion rapidly recover to it's former glory...
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OP MK: Lights Out


The Dominion guards having been safeguarding one of their empire's most important assets were sure quite accommodating to the point of ushering their assignment without much questioning except at the door. It was quite a remarkable revelation, to see the inefficiency and lack of caution demonstrated by the empire itself. A true combination of their fragility and their loud ignorantly confident emperor perhaps, Baesili thought. The service elevator with everyone inside climbed each floor with speed, a significantly quicker way to get from where they were to where they were going, but it was without any checkpoints or security measures except a CCTV camera stationed in the corner protected by reinforced concealment glass. The elevator began slowing down in speed as it lifted near the top floor. A small jerk occurred as the elevator leveled signaling to everyone for departure. The doors opened with a Dominion security team ready for escorting them to their ship. Sgt. Donovan followed the team and their primary escort who nudged prisoner Williams forward. Down the long corridor, everyone walked with CO Tobias Jones at the gate.

When arriving at the gate, just before their ship's entrance, Tobias Jones held his fist up with his elbow at 90 degrees to gesture a "halt" order. His security team fell right in place as the two holding Mr. Williams took one more step forward. Tobias Jones approached Mr. Williams with a demeaning look in his eyes, "May they put you somewhere even darker than here, better yet, may our fearless emperor find it best to execute you from our line altogether." The prisoner for the first time looked up and began chuckling under his breath which evolved into strong overt laughter. Tobias annoyed and confused stepped aside motioning his men to continue moving him into the ship. Major Baesili and her team followed suit, Tobias placing his shoulder as Sgt. Donovan walked by, "show no mercy to that one, and let our commander-in-chief know what good work we've done here." Donovan was in slight disbelief as to how much trust this Tobias Jones gave them, he didn't really understand the best way to respond but he did, "he already knows." The light in Tobias' eyes glowed, he nodded Donovan off and took his leave down the corridor with his security team following.

The Bloodhounds all mounted ensuring their captive was strapped to his seat, the primary Dominion escorts disembarked and Major Baesili shut the door, pinging the intercom, "Alright boys, get us home!" Helios 4 disengaged connections from the port they were docked on shifting their transmission as they began gaining speed.

"Sir!" One of the security guards of Tobias Jones called out, "What is it, Pvt. Lovingstones?" The private extended his arm which in the palm had an envelope sealed with the Dominion's crest at the center. It was addressed specifically to Tobias Jones, "What is this?" Tobias questioned before pulling it from the private's hands. The private responded, "The female who was apart of that team who just picked up the prisoner, she gave it to me when we were strapping the prisoner into his seat, she said it was from Octo Smith himself!" Tobias Jones' face lit up a bit more, maybe he was recognizing his faithfulness, at last, he thought! Tobias had his doubts when this strange unannounced visit began, but he decided to trust in his empire and emperor, was it a reward for not questioning deeper than he had? Was it a promotion due to his ability to maintain and produce quality security professionals at their orbital maximum prison? Tobias was ready, he had been here longer than he wanted, but regardless of the sentiment, he would serve his leader faithfully.

"Thank you, back to your posts everyone, the field trip visit is over." Tobias retreated to his quarters.

Tobias walked into his office and over to his cold steel desk, a large dome window overlooked the nothingness of space to his right, "Ok Stewart, play my favorites." The A.I. pinged on confirming the request as a melodic score flooded into his office. He sat down and placed the letter on his desk, picking up his envelope cutter, he slid the blade from right to left. His fingers tucking between the cut, a thin piece of paper revealed itself as he captured it between his fingers. His heart was beating with excitation. The front was without any words, flipping the letter over, two words were printed neatly at the center, "Thank you." Tobias looked over at a picture of Octo Smith located on his desk, slightly disappointed, yet slightly relieved as well, "You are welcome." Tobias leaned back in his seat to take a minute, "At least I was recognized for a job well done," Tobias said out loud to himself before a call screamed over his personal comm at the corner of his desk.

"Commander! We have a problem!" The caller screamed with panic, Tobias confused leaned forward from the chair pressing the button to respond, "And?" The caller taking a few moments before responding, "The transfer documents you handed over to me..." Tobias listening to the sound in the caller's voice told him it wasn't - "They didn't clear sir, we were tricked." Tobias' face dropped into shock, "Sir, what do we do?" Tobias knew the ship had more than found its way to safety by now, the letter was to ensure his mind was preoccupied, and someone in their department when running the screening of those documents failed at being urgent. There was nothing to do, "Thank you, I will let you know." Tobias clicked off the communication device stationed on his desk, he reached down pulling a drawer open drawing out a large cigar. The sounds of his favorite score filled his ears, he slowly inhaled the sweetness of his cigar. He thought of his life, his decisions, his loved ones, and those he believed he had served faithfully, a tear escaping his eyes he looked at the picture of Octo Smith, "You will not let this one go..." Tobias whispered. Leaning forward he placed the picture face down, leaning back once more closing his eyes, once again sifting through memories of his forgotten lives.

His right hand moved to the side of his hip unholstering the weapon given to him on the day of his assigned position, little did he think it would be the tool of his demise. The pistol was gripped with heavy hands, shaking hands. Tobias took out the cigar from his mouth, dropped it on his desk, and before he could turn back, raised the pistol and hammer firing one round through the silence of his mind, it was a good show...lights out my friends, were the last thoughts blown away from Tobias Jones and the tale of his life.

Denizen: Ignition


It had been two weeks after Lilith's visit from Neema. She was in a vulnerable position, stuck between two larger forces at play and she wasn't accustomed to feeling like a mouse in a science lab.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Rain poured from overhead on Lilith's black luxury sedan as her driver rolled up the privacy window before Lilith answered her call. Lilith a bit uneasy while also annoyed clicked the accept button, "Hello?" Gordon's voice emerged from the other end, "Good morning Lily my dear, are you ready?" Lilith had planned with her crew for weeks, now 600m from the location, "Yes, my crew moves in 5 minutes." There were two operations underway, the first was targetted at one of the central banks in the city, the second was a data center owned by a subsidiary company under Bastion Enterprise, whose headquarters had been bombed by the Martinet months ago. The bank would receive most of the response, with the data center receiving little at first until whoever owned this company realized what was stored there. This was what Neema wanted, the data, and this is what Dizzy wanted...the question for Lilith, what was in the data that was so important for both criminals and the OPAO? And why was the OPAO willing to deal with this criminally?

Gordon responded, "Good. I sent over the GPS coordinates for the drop, be there in exactly 1hr30min from kick-off. If you are not, we will assume you've been compromised and abort." The phone clicked and Lilith pulled it from her eat to view the coordinates, "The train yard." She grabbed a walkie-talkie sitting next to her on the black leather seats, "Bentley, Jax, and Kim, make your bank." The signal to execute the heist was confirmed.

Denizen: The Heist


Twelve people were accounted for by the security teams located in the CCTV monitoring rooms. Twelve people entered the Daedalous Central Bank storming the security checkpoints and holding the lobby hostage. Four more unidentified stormed from the rooftop after having been let in earlier that day as a third party contractor for site surveying new construction. Four more revealed themselves in different office areas of the bank as service workers. In total 20 criminals hi-jacked strategic points of contention quickly overthrowing any resistance from security personnel, all possible because of Neema's strings. Everyone was brought down into the lobby while high officials were used for opening secure doors to retrieve the money located in the basement vault. Security had achieved one successful feat of their job, notifying the authorities.

Only 5 minutes had passed, enough time for an organized crime syndicate to get its fortifications in order, but not enough to get them in and out without some of this ending in a shootout. The bank had been swarmed by police, helicopters were dispatched, and Daedolous' most elite tactical officers arrived on the scene for briefing.

Back at the data center, Kim, and three others of Lilith's crew were assigned to gain entry using employee ID cards pulled off workers while they slept cozily in their beds. They had gained incredible access up until a point, they were questioned when an ID pinged on the central system due to a denial of access. When an officer approached them about why they were trying to gain access, he was quickly dispatched with a bullet. His ID was then used to gain further entrance into the data center. The security was alarmed after one of their own went down, but by the time they alarmed the building, Kim and her crew had hostages while in the supercomputer room. Her crew began linking into the data center's supercomputer downloading all the information they were asked to retrieve. Security teams called for back-up by local authorities but their response time was slow due to the bank heist occupying much of their resources. By the time police arrived at the data center and security caught them up to speed for a tactical team to move in, Kim and her crew had rigged one of the walls with explosives. Blowing a hole through the wall, they exited after rigging the room with more explosives to detonate after escaping. The hole they exited from opened up into the warehouse of the data center, there were two trucks labeled Bastion Logistics.

Security informed the tactical team about the explosion and the criminals moving through their warehouse via CCTV monitoring. The tactical officers who already prepared to enter the supercomputer door rushed their response to move through and chase after them. One of the members of Kim's squad looked down at their forearm monitor, "They are inside." Kim stopped to look at the hole they'd just made and raised the detonator pushing the button as one of the officers began moving through the hole. The room shattered like glass throwing the officers and it's mechanical contents all over. The ceiling came crashing down in the room as it lost some of its structure sealing the hole as well.

Kim and her crew got into the two trucks, hot-wired their ignitions, and exited the warehouse. The security team monitoring the CCTV's were shocked as they reported to the tactical command center, and the mobile tactical command center also in disbelief reported to their authorities.

Meanwhile, the bank under siege became a blood bath, one of the vaults had been opened but there three more consecutive vaults within it that had to be opened before retrieving the money. One of the officials of the bank failed at disarming their captor and was shot in the head. During the conflict, a second official grew a pair and also tried to create confusion but was struck in the leg. The rest were tossed up against the wall after having been struck a couple of times to maintain order. Outside in the lobby, the shots could be heard which dropped hope for many of those bound together by their armed assailants. Eventually, the tactical teams made entry through a helicopter on the roof after negotiations failed and gunshots were heard. A brief shootout occurred on top of the roof with fire exchanging from three criminals and a team of officers. Losing only one officer in the fray to a shoulder shot, the criminals were neutralized. The team began clearing floor by floor moving to the lobby. The fourth vault was opened after two more officials were consecutively executed due to failures in cooperating. The last two saved themselves by forking over the last codes. Several hostages made a plan to overthrow their captives after hearing over the radio that tactical teams had successfully made entry from above. These hostages managed to kill an assailant but did not make it out with their lives.

The second tactical team used a ladder on the backside to move in on the middle floors after the top floors had been cleared. The second team met no resistance as they cleared the middle floors linking up with the first team who made entry minutes prior. The third and fourth teams were waiting to enter from the front of the lobby on opposite sides for the final showdown. The money in vault four was secured, packaged, and moved to the elevators located in the back of the lobby. Seconds later, four tactical teams popped smoke grenades from above and below quickly filling up the room. In the disorientation, officers were able to subdue several assailants, only having to shoot four, and chasing 4 who had escaped by elevators. Apparently, after the tactical teams cut the power to the bank to eliminate the use of utilities like elevators, the criminal masterminds had tapped into the back-up generator located inside the bank in its engineering room allowing them to use basic services including the elevator. Making their way to the roof with money bags, they began moving to the South West edge of the building. One of the police department helicopters intercepted with a marksman positioned inside of the hull. The marksman took their shots before each of the heisters leaped off the edge, one of the heisters feeling a piercing pain through the back of their leg which tripped them off the edge instead. The heister who was shot could not orient their equipment in time and hit the concrete floor below.

The other three heisters pulled chutes as they came down fast. They were going to land on Cantee Bridge which was under repairs with no traffic in sight. Upon landing, authorities had already assumed their LZ and caught up, the three tried escaping but were pinned down in a firefight. This was where Lilith was supposed to have more help and their escape vehicles. There were none...the three realized their roles and went out in a blaze of thieving glory.

Denizen: The Betrayer


Kim and her crew had lost the authorities, over the radio they were listening to the reports of chaos ensuing in the city around the Central Bank. Kim had switched the truck out for a low-profile sedan sitting underneath an overpass. Her crew had already split their own ways once the switch was completed. Kim drove up next to Lilith's vehicle as they both slid their windows down.

"Well done, Kim." Lilith looked across at Kim's eyes whose face remained stone cold. Kim extended her arm which contained a pack of USBs. The USBs contained all the important files asked to be retrieved by Lilith and all her different overlords. Lilith met Kim's hands embracing the pack pulling it into her car, then extended her hand once more to give Kim and her crew their dues. It was a code for accessing a large sum account of cryptocurrency, "May you choose a different path before this one swallows you up," Lilith said as she rolled up her window. Kim not yet processing the remark heard chattering over the radio about the Central Bank incident leading to the Cantee Bridge shootout where everyone apart of the heist had been killed. There were reports of at least 5 assailants apprehended, 4 shot and wounded, and 9 dead. Kim however remembered there were at least 20, two were unaccounted for.

Lilith's driver strolled her away to the GPS coordinates she gave to him. They were crossing to the other side of the city away from all the police activity. She was rather displeased that the bank heist had been set up to fail, to send her crews into a situation where there'd be no return, but as the criminal life cuts it, they'd have done the same. She arrived at the train yard with the pack in hand. A second car arriving at the other end of where Lilith was parked, her phone rang, she picked up, "Gordon?"

"Yes, drive to the open warehouse to our East." The phone clicked off, Lilith ordered her driver to follow the directions and they gradually rode into the warehouse where a second vehicle was stationed at the center with four armed men, including Gordon. The first vehicle kept its distance positioning 18 car lengths from the warehouse entrance. Lilith was blocked in, she wasn't sure if Gordon had intentions of letting her leave today. Lilith exited her vehicle with her driver gripping his rifle at the dash in case things went south. Approaching Gordon she stood face-to-face her heels clicking on the pavement echoing her masked confidence, "I have what you asked for, am I to assume you do too or are you planning to make sure I don't leave?" Lilith asked. Gordon chucked, "No Lily my dear, you are not to be harmed so long as everything I need is exactly where it should be." Lilith albeit disliked Gordon, he was a man who kept his word, a word that has been used for quite some evil deeds, but none the less he said exactly what he'd do without much coating. As she was about to hand over the pack to Gordon a shot split the moment, Gordon was shunned to the floor, and Lilith ducked for cover moving toward Gordon's armed men, "What the f***!" The armed men quickly secured Gordon pulling him into the vehicle while throwing Lilith in too, a second shot clipped one of the protection agents, a third clipping another. Gordon's courier pressed on the petal to escape as a fourth shot ended Lilith's driver's life as he attempted to exit the vehicle to support her.

"Who was that!" Lilith screamed as Gordon applied pressure to his wound, "I don't know." His breath was shallow, "Driver get us to Dizzy." Lilith was pinned by Gordon's security team unable to move as two agents occupied the vehicle with them. Gordon looked at Lilith, "Were you followed?" Lilith quickly responded, "No, I don't think so, we were careful about how we got here." Gordon crunched his teeth in pain, "Dammit it's cold." One of the agents interrupted, "7 minutes ETA!" One of the agents had been preparing a blood clotter, he injected the clotter into the wound releasing the foam which quickly expanded and hardened to shut the wound up. They laid him down on his back across the seat, an agent called out, "ETA 3 minutes!" Gordon looked at Lilith again as her face was shifting into all kinds of emotions, "It looks like you will be meeting Dizzy in the flesh then." Lilith collected herself, "I wish it had been on calmer terms." Gordon chuckled, "She doesn't like you Lily, but your ability to get things done impress her." Lilith smiled, "Yeah, she certainly won't be impressed you were shot over me." Gordon chuckled again, "Stop with the jokes, it hurts, I wasn't shot over you, this package you got, it's bigger than all of us, I got shot because of what is contained inside...we aren't the only ones after it."

The car stopped, Lilith was brought out onto an airstrip with a single jet. A well-dressed woman with blue slacks and a blue buttoned-up coat stood at the base of the jet's steps. A security team standing by with one of the agents holding a black umbrella over their client. The rain had been coming down all-day, a fitting atmosphere to the events from which just unfolded in Daedalous, then again it rained in Daedalous quite often, it wasn't really a rare occasion, but fitting nonetheless.

An injured Gordon and nervous Lilith were escorted from their car to the jet, the well-dressed woman waved one of her security members to fetch Gordon and bring him up the jet steps. She then introduced herself, "Lilith, I am Dizzy Martin, the principal of the Martinet, a pleasure to have finally made this opportunity to meet such a skilled woman as yourself. There just isn't enough of us out here really showing the world what a woman is capable of when unleashed from the coils of our indoctrinated roles, thank you for bringing Gordon home safely, and meeting our needs." The rain pouring down on Lilith's face as her makeup began dripping from the water mixing in, Dizzy thought Gordon had the package, he didn't since she never had the chance to hand it over, but here was the moment Neema said she had to decide on, "Of course, but what's next! We were attacked at the warehouse, I lost my driver, and I still haven't received my payment." Dizzy waved her hand again and a member of the security team from Gordon's crew walked over handing Lilith keys.

"Everything you need is in the trunk, the car is yours, and your services are no longer needed. After today, the Martinet will be in your hands, our accounts and dealings are all located in the back of that trunk, call Simon, he will be able to get it all set-up for you." Lilith was confused at what was being offered before she could ask as to why they were giving it all to her Dizzy continued, "Our time here is over, we appreciate all that you've done, I was never a fan of you and I am sure Gordon let you know, but your work speaks for itself, and I know what we've built here will be in the hands of someone who can keep most of the chaos we've summoned contained. Dizzy turned away from Lilith and began ascending the jet's staircase, Lilith turned to make her way back to the car, until a delayed sound of a jet passed overhead followed by an explosion from behind throwing Lilith into the side of the car door knocking her out.
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13th Mordant Regiment, 2nd Battalion, 3rd platoon (Mechanized)
Pvt. Cato Euchar



Cato was always a quick learner, and this was not different. The fear of losing your life is a great motivator for learning lessons quickly. Mines, booby traps, ambushes, everyone still alive now learned those lessons and learned them at the cost of others.

The shake of the scout tank downshifting quickly roused Cato, throwing him into a world of sound.

“ Are we moving?”, Cato asked groggily looking around the troop bay

“ Yep, were moving through the park today...” another soldier answered with twisted smile

“ Great….just great” Cato said in a sarcastic tone as he grabbed his rifle and shuffled out of the troop bay.

The 13th Mordant was a newly levied regiment, one of two established personally by High Solar Priest Barca. Everyone, including the officers, were brand new and untested in battle. The planet and the regiments namesake, was its first combat action and they were learning important and deadly lessons.

The platoon quickly climbed on top of the scout tanks, making themselves comfortable as the vehicle lurched forward and traveled down the large boulevard. Cato sat backwards against the turret; his legs spread out down the back of the vehicle. His helmet was down over his eyes and his head rested on the turret bubble as he tried to gain a few more moments of rest before arriving to their destination.
It had been nearly a month since he arrived and most of the city was under Solite control, the tank passed aid stations, relaxing troops and finally guard towers before a checkpoint marked the end of friendly territory. A hanging skeleton, long picked clean of any flesh held a sign bolted to its hands added to the border. The sign stating, “ Everyone past this point is not worthy of the solar truth, show no mercy for you will receive none”.

A swift kick to his boot suddenly stirred Cato from his slumber once again. Lifting his helmet, he was met with the face of his platoon leader, staring down with his trademark uncaring stare

“ Wake the fuck up Cato….” He said quietly before turning back towards the front of the tank, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

The pair had grown close since his early days on Mordant, the Lieutenant had taken the young private under his wing. Much like a disturbed mother goose, the platoon leader had kept them all alive and taught them lessons that he had learned over his two years in constant combat. In turn, Cato stayed alive and was an effective soldier, keeping both the Lieutenant and his platoon mates happy.

Cato grinned as he pushed the helmet towards the top of his head, the chin strap dangling as the vehicle vibrated underneath him. The troops had discovered that riding on top of the vehicles in urban settings added to the probability of surviving ambushes and sudden enemy actions. A lesson they learned after watching another tank, and its crew, burn as they tried to get the troop door open after a cannon strike.

The collection of vehicles, continued down the boulevard before a large clearing came into view, the large expanse of the city’s central park was clearly visible from the street, and seemed to go on for miles. A large lake, forest and huge grass laden vistas stretched before them. The entire expanse seemed untouched by the ravaged urban environment they were leaving adding to the oddity of the situation.

“ You could almost forget it’s a Warzone!” Cato yelled, turning his head to look toward the front of the tank.

“ Aerial recon flies over this sector every day, its been clear since we got here” the platoon leader answered. “ No reason to bomb it if there are not rebs…” he finished, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

Cato responded with an audible hum, producing a quizzical look before turning his head to face the rear of the vehicle again. The tank finally passed the last block of buildings, thrusting them into the wide expanse of the park. The vibration stopped as they transitioned from pavement to grass, and each vehicle, spat out dirt and grass bits as they traveled down into the park.

“ Alright dis…..” the lieutenant yelled before suddenly stopping abruptly, the faint pop of a flare gun, quickly distracting him.

‘The fuck….’ Cato thought as he quickly turned his head again towards the front of the tank. Turning in time to see the projectile rise into the sky before igniting in an eerie red glow. Cato held his quizzical expression for a few moments before the high pitched whine of a high velocity cannon shell shot over the tank, landing in the grass behind them with a small explosion. Almost immediately following the shell, the park ignited with enemy fire. The zip and crack of small arms fire coupled with the loud pinging of rounds hitting the tank filled his ears as he realized that they just drove into a prepared ambush.

“ DISMOUNT!” the platoon leader yelled, before rolling of the tank himself narrowly missing a few rounds that impacted where his body was a few moments ago. The rest of soldiers followed suit, rolling, jumping or falling off the tank as fast as they could.

Another high-pitched whine sailed seemingly right over Cato’s head before a wet smacking sound was heard, spraying him with a warm liquid and forcing him to close his eyes. Cato quickly wiped the mystery liquid from his face before opening his eyes again, coming face to face with what used to be one of his platoon mates. The shell had narrowly missed the tank and lodged itself into the chest of the man directly in front of Cato.

The soldiers face was panicked, as he eyed the shell in his chest before lifting his eyes to look at Cato. A sick grin passed over the soldiers face before the life visibly drained from his face, his eyes rolling back as he slowly settled on his knees, hunched over.

“ Shit…” Cato exclaimed, before a hand grabbed his arm and yanked him off the tank.

“ WAKE THE FUCK UP BOOT!” a familiar voice yelled as he was dragged towards a nearby boulder for cover, his helmet falling off as they moved.

“ You hit!?” the lieutenant yelled as they group reached the boulder, looking towards Cato with a mix of fear and determination evident on his face.

“ N…No…” Cato spat before grabbing his rifle from the ground, as he regained his wits again.

The platoon leader grunted in response, before his attention turned back towards the battle as Cato turned to look at his former platoon mate still in a hunched over position on top of the tank. His body, shook as the main gun of the vehicle fired before another couple rounds found their mark, knocking the corpse onto its back and onto the nose of the shell lodged in his chest.

“ No…..” Cato exclaimed under his breath as the shell ignited, blowing the top off the nearby tank and showering the group with bits of shrapnel and body parts. Cato was blown a few meters away, flying end over end before landing flat on his back. Suddenly, everything was silent, the sounds of gunfire, screaming and explosions seemingly went away as his vision slowly faded to black. The beautiful blue sky of Mordant prime slowly fading away.

Lieutenant Jasper Cane
In the wreckage of the naval bomber “ Lucky”


Jasper awake to the sounds of crying before the pain in his legs washed over him. Opening his eyes, he looked at the inside of the cockpit and noticed that he was inside an office building. Smashed desks and chairs were strewn about while various electronics sat in various states of disarray. Studying the scene a little more Jasper found the source of the crying, his weapons officer, was on the opposite side of the room, strung up to the ceiling by his wrists. He was stripped down to his underwear, and his face and body was badly beaten and burned.

Jasper opened his mouth to speak, but a sharp pain in his chest stopped him short as a shallow breath escaped from his lips. Tears began forming in his eyes as he doubled over his in chair, adding to the pain in his badly broken legs.

“ K….Ken” Jasper said in a raspy voice…” Can you walk…” he said just audible enough for his weapons officer to hear.

“ Shhhh……” the weapons officer answered loudly “ They’re coming back…..” he finished with a whimper as the sound of a door slamming open could be heard.

“ Who the fuck told you to talk!.....hey, cut this pig’s tongue out!” a voice could be heard yelling before three men walked into the room.

The weapons officer let out a loud scream before one of the men silenced him with a punch to his stomach. The two other men took him down from the ceiling and began dragging him away.

“ Hey! This one is alive!” Another voice yelled, as a fourth man climbed into the wreckage of the bomber.

“ Have him join the party!” another voice yelled before Jasper looked up at the butt of a rifle heading towards his face.
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As the ship neared the surface, the view changed. Descending from the thunderous sky, a landscape of cataclysm became visible. The ground was littered with fractures, large wounds that thankfully stopped bleeding long ago. The air was heavy and a thin fog partially limiting visibility. A lake, once filled, now is bare. Standing fragments of buildings could be seen now and then, ruins of what once was a civilization. Dotting around the landscape were trees, long dead and void of leaves. The only thing that was alive, was thriving, was a peculiar viny plant which had a faint tangerine glow.

Landing in a clearing, the occupants made one last check to their gear, especially their environmental protection suits. The atmosphere lacks a sufficient mix of gasses to be breathable and the peculiar flora has some negative effects if it has direct contact. The preparations finished, they five exited the craft to survey the surroundings.

All around them were the recognizable ruins of Serekin architecture. From what remained, it seemed to correlate with those that surround the Vora’Hath. The Vaults built to survive what the Serekin could not, so that one day they may reclaim that which was lost. Inside these deep caverns were valuable treasure, but also great danger to the unprepared. Deep within was ancient tech that could fetch a hefty sum for plunderers, or perhaps cultural treasures of ages long past which hold value to only the Serekin. But these things were not left unprotected. Much could be said of the devious traps that could have been invented and refined over millenia, but the real threat were those things that lived where light dared not touch. Though the Serekin cared not for reaching the skies like the other races and preferred to make their homes deep within a planet, on Y’Ha N’Thlei there existed the things that claimed the deepest caverns, which the ancient Serekin learned to leave alone. It is those forsaken which are bound to no mortal authority that truly guard these vaults from those who have no right to what lies within.

The task of these five? Simply to explore the Vora’Hath, as much as they can. To figure out what lies inside, and if possible, reclaim it. Given their inexperience and the short amount of time they have before the Forsaken are expected to impede progress, there is no expectations of reclamation. First though, Sren’th must do a favor for Sithax.

This plant, this abhorrent thing, would seem like it would only exist in nightmares. Fitting, perhaps, considering the history of this planet. It’s thick vines blanketed most of the surface, making movement difficult, and varied from a finger in thickness to a tree trunk. In jagged, irregular lines was the faint glow, almost veiny in appearance and scattered about the vines. In certain locations, the vines morphed into something different. Emerging from the ground every so often was something that could perhaps best be described as a flowery canker. A mound of fleshy looking plant material jutted from the ground and had parts that bloated out and appeared to have a glowing liquid within. These mounds averaged a few feet tall, appeared to be the source of the vines, and was regularly dotted with buds and blooming flowers that occasionally sputtered out the liquid. Perhaps the worst thing about the plant was not it’s sharp thorny spikes nor the way the mounds seemed to breath, but the smell. The plant emitted one of the most horrid, putrid scents Sren’th ever smelled. A scent of decayed flesh, vsicera, and bile all in one.

Sren’th felt an urge to avoid these… corrupt plants. To avert his gaze to anything but that. As if the plant’s nature was intertwined with the doom that came here long ago. It felt like the existence of this plant was an affront to the natural order of things and Sren’th would very much like to never so much as glimpse the thing again, but he was not in the position to fulfill such a desire. Sithax had acquired some damning documents that Sren’th would want to disappear and Sithax wanted samples of this plant.

Sren’th had much incentive to do as asked. Motioning the rest of the group ahead, there is a reason why Sithax needed a patsy. It would take too long and be difficult for Sithax get approval for obtaining this thing through legal channels. More so if they knew what he was using them for. Most others were content to survive, but Sithax wanted to thrive. To do so, would require extreme and uncomfortable measures, to break taboos. What exactly Sithax planned to do, Sren’th could only guess. After a few minutes of effort, Sren’th was rewarded with a few decent cuttings. Being no horticulturist, it would be hard for him to make better samples, hopefully it would suit Sithax fine.

Hopefully the others did not notice his delay. Hopefully the rest of the venture will go without a hitch, but that last one might be too much to ask.



Karbana Kinnis | House of Deliberation




Deep in the caverns of Karbana, within the neutral House of Deliberation, three clan elders converse while waiting on a fourth in order to convene the meeting. Late, Tyoss finally slithered in, but she was never one for punctuality with these ‘boring' meetings.

“Ah, so you finally deign to show up. What took you so long? Needed to bring a whelp one claws length away from death?”

“You know me so well Trel’Niss…” Tyoss replied sarcastically. “…Probably already know that there were two who thought I was getting soft. That they could take my place. Well, I got ‘em to TWO claws lengths. Not going to let them die so easily. Besides, I have been antagonizing the lot of them for a while hoping someone would try to. Would be cruel to punish them harshly for alleviating my boredom.”

“Always so eager for a fight, feels like a universal oversight you lived this long” Hathax said, chuckling. It is no secret that the military and the intelligence are often at each other’s ends. “Well, we have been discussing how to involve ourselves in this conflict those humans are having.”

“From what Hathax has shown us, it seems likely we will be drawn into this conflict one way or another. Maybe the conflict will lead rival fleets to battle near Karbana. Maybe the violence will force refugees to try their hopes on this planet. Maybe someone will show up and demand our aid or technology. Most of us would prefer they stay ignorant of our existence, but that is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain. And I’d doubt they would fuck off whether we asked them nicely or not. So, I believe we should figure out how to involve ourselves on our own terms. Beholden to no one but ourselves.”

“I’m sure it need not be said what I think.”

“yes, yes. We know. You want to strike first, and hard so they know to leave us alone. And you know why we should not.”

“I know, a lot of them would be looking for blood as revenge like I would. Though I care little for the opinions of this council besides my own, I am aware enough how bad that decision would be. Despite Hathax’s opinion, I do have some self-control. And I am willing to respect the opinions of you all… Even if I don’t get to kill anything.”

” There are a few options to consider that might let you in conflict, though with little bloodshed. I want some alive. To learn about them, dissect them, perform some experiments. I Would like to know how well my toxins work on the xenos.”

“We have decided a raid on an isolated human planet would be our next step. We will need to maintain stealth and cover our tracks, and seek primarily to abduct xenos for research. To know them. From there we can decide our path forward. Secrecy is key here. We cannot afford them to know of us yet. Not this early. The human great clans are more distrusting of others than ours. We can use this to our advantage. Leave a trail of destruction, no witnesses, and they will likely lay blame to whatever other human clan they hate most.”

“If it goes wrong however, we will face their ire. Considering we have no standing navy, if they find us here it will make movement difficult. And I dislike the idea of a defensive war. I propose we first look to broker pacts and treaties. The Humans are disparate, I think we can offer aid to one great clan against another. I am aware of a few that even share our preference for isolation, we need not necessarily sabotage our new friend if they seek the same end goal as us. There are also other non-human great clans making an appearance to the galactic scene who somehow escaped our previous observations. I have little information on them, but they too could be used to our advantage.”

“While I agree that our action must be quick and untraceable, I dislike the idea of working with xenos. Human or not. Our matters are our own, I do not trust any xeno to stay out of them.”

“I’d expect the one who spends most his life in the dreamlands to be a bit more optimistic. What’s wrong Trel’Niss? Worried the bad xenos going to slither in on your meditation?” Tyoss said mockingly. “As for for me, I’d think If we can get buddy buddy with them and do some joint operations I can intimidate them from acting against us.”

“I’m more worried about the ruptures in the dreamlands. This chaos going on between the humans is making traversal dangerous, their nightmares beginning to take hold.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to deal with it for a while Trel’niss. The only way forward is to accelerate it some more. Too late to stop it now, when the conflict is so open. Sithax, how would you feel if my agents make some negotiations with the xenos?”

“I care little for whether we make friends or not. I share the concern of Trel’Niss in the dreamlands. I use the energies in the dreamlands for most of my projects and any danger to the dreamlands endangers my experiments as well. Though if we establish ties with a human great clan and get a steady stream of humans out of it for my experiments, I would be satisfied with that. If they capture prisoners of war, I’m sure they would be willing to get rid of them, or perhaps they would be willing to send their own convicts.”

“Then most of us agree. If there are no other matters I will return to my clan and disseminate the orders. Priority is on establishing diplomatic ties with a greater clan for aid in our upcoming operations. This will take some time so our next meeting will be delayed.”

With few words left to say, the four left. Most were satisfied with the decision, but Trel’Niss was irritated. Though he dislikes the idea of mutual relations with xenos, he is bound by tradition. His claws are tied. For now, all he can do is express his discontent and bury his worries in his tasks. Perhaps he will be proven right in his hesitation. Or maybe he might be proven wrong. Only time will tell.
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Following the raids of the southeastern border of Saxony the debates stopped for the time being due to threats in some of the nobles homes for a time it seemed like the debate would take a time to continue but after a moment of peace the congress of nobles returned not in physical form as some did but as holograms at first the congress was majorly against the motion of making taxes obligatory and other policies of military and governmental expansion but following the event the room seemed more in favor Ermenrich looked into the congress around him he knew the majority of then because of his father's education it was rough but thanks to it he knew pretty much everyone in the room but thanks to his personal experience he could tell one thing it was a close race what was once a lost cause seemed close to achieve while he was more in favor of centralisation then his peers in the Nobelic Order different from then he saw the benefits of centralising Saxony while keeping some things in place after a moment in his thought he heard that a recess was called.

Leaving his seat with the other sighing he said “I feel like this has been going on forever” Frederick hearing that replied, “In actuality...” Interrupting him Ermenrich said “you don't need to tell me the date” Katrin then said her voice sounding relieved from the pause but also in some moments a worry existed “well no worry by next session it will be the voting and then it's done…” Ermenrich stopped walking in the hallway his co workers walking away without notice after all they needed some time from the constant debate Ermenrich though it wasn't enough by what he saw there wasn't enough he then opened comms as they went off sight and hided in the hallways scrolling through his contacts he called a number without name after a moment a man answer his voice sounding old and crisp by age Ermenrich then just said “Hello Uncle i need your help” the man in the other side said his voice sounding not surprised and tired “odd… dont you said that now you were the head of the family leader of the four branches and head of the Hergenrother dynasty afterall you seem to have been able to convince your cousin to go that diplomatic meeting Or…” Ermenrich sighed and said “Yes… I know but I had to have a long talk with her to go there and say how good it would look for her being the first diplomat to a lost human state. You know I still don't have the power or influence to…” The man in the comms interrupted saying “But you should and you have to...” Ermenrich stayed silent he was surprised his uncle never would have said that he always felt under his thumb since he became a duke sidelined but now he said that he should have the power and influence “a new generation is taking the reins if like it or not, my time is ticking down and now you should take the reins, you have to be assertive upon the four branches, the High born, the low born, the middle born, and the blind born, must be kept on line and for that our family needs a head of the same generation, as yours not of the previous one that is dying but tell me what you, need because this will be the last favor i do to you” Ermenrich remained silent partially stunned but keeping a poker face in case he is being watched he then whispered in a blunt manner “I need you to convince the members of the nobelic order to vote in the new bill” a moment of silence followed by him saying in comms “understood” and then cutting out after the request Ermenrich put away the comms sighing and walking to the balcony to get some fresh air.

After the end of the recess the congress once again gathered together after the final words of the leader and maker of the bill Katrin the voting begun to happen each member state of the confederation had two representatives and two votes from each representative based on the congress of nobles before the revolt making it 196 voters as the votes begun to be cast and the numbers were counted the room fell into silence in the brief minutes the room had before the result was shown after a moment the computer showed the results 125 in favor against 71 the motion the bill was passed the members rising in their holograms applauding while some raised but didnt out of respect it could be noticed in their faces the bill of national unity was passed from it new reforms were made from now on taxes on member states of Saxony was obligatory at the same time there was to be a expansion in the government bureaucracy and the formation of Zentralgouverneur des Herzogtums governors that live in dukedom counties and others with the objective of keeping a eye on taxes to the government and a special governor of the region in the matters of government owned lands.

When the situation calmed itself down and the nobles turned off the gang of four was alone in the room again Katrin then said her voice happy and even surprised she even spoused a smile she then said “Well with that i think we have everything done for the next months in the government” Frederick upon reading some documents then said “Indeed without that attack in our borders the bill wouldn't have passed and we definitely wouldn't have the fundings to field a large army for the war or fight in two fronts” Ermenrich sighed and said his voice sounding tired “And also this isn't the end... there is still much to be done...” Brunna then breaking her usual silence said her voice sounding sheeply since she didn't talk much due to Katrin in the room letting go of the worries due to her excitement “It's still a step in the right direction now comes a more direct problem right now” Ermenrich quickly said “...and what that is?” Brunna just said shortly and quickly “Who shall lead the 1’s expeditionary force once its ready” the room fell into a small silence it was truth there could be a general appointed but many nobles would wish to be in that position it could lead to another debate a sigh came from many but not from one instead Katrin Said “I shall lead then” the whole council looked at her Frederick scoffed saying “Yes you can lead then but you will be literally working two…” Katrin interrupted him saying “I can deal with that easily i am experienced in balancing things and you gentlemen know i was trained for war” Frederick sighed looking to Ermenrich he shrugged his face looking confused he then said “I guess you can” Frederick turned to Brunna she just nodded in agreement with Katrin after that he sighed and said “So be it i will just wait for the report of damage, on the mean time are we sure that the forces in the southeast should be in command of the you know who?” upon he saying the members of the room eyed at each other none showed concerns except for Frederick he then sighed saying “I don't trust Hildenbrand he triggers some worries on me” Ermenrich replied to Frederick understanding his concerns saying “nobody really trusts him but right now we can't bargain due to the current situation” Frederick nodded after a moment of silence Brunna cuted the silence saying reading the documents in front of her “Thanks to the bill we can now field a larger army the mobilization was already at 50% and was speeding up we would have been forced to stop it if it wasn't for the new law now i believe that by now our mobilization will be completed in a few days to a month tops”

Frederick nodded upon the situation he then said after thinking on the military organization “We might need to choose a Gran Reiksmarshall soon enough because as of right having me as in that job isn't good” Frederick chuckled for a moment he then said “odd didn't you said you liked to be a weapon” “A dagger...” Frederick replied quickly “... i am a dagger what we need is a axe i will work on finding a replacement for me on the military side of things unless somebody here is better” Frederick said Katrin then said her mood returning to her usual emotion she then said “We must also choose a ambassador for the Romans” Frederick upon hearing that just said “I take care of that dont worry about it” from the entrance to the congress the door swung open violently a diplomat rushing in the four in the room turned to him as the man runned he puffed in exhaustion due to a rush he then said his voice ecstatic and nervus upon the catch of his breath he said “Solia Eclisis declared war on the dominion” the four looked at eachother surprised and amazed by that Frederick then said his voice raised from the normal startled by the news “any other news from there” the diplomat then said “Our embassy on there reported military movements it's possible that a expedition” Katrin then said “Tell our diplomat to start talks between they and us this could lead to a formation of a alliance” the diplomat noded leaving the room in quick hurry Ermenrich than said as the diplomat left “Thing are moving fast thank god we are equally ready” Katrin raised from her seat saying “If you getelements excuse me i have to appoint someone to take care of some business as i get ready to leave” the three noded as she left.

In the halls of the palace Frederick walked over the empty halls it was a quiet afternoon of the day while walking he noticed a part of the hallway with a lack of illumination walking towards it and stopping in the middle of it he then said “So what did you find out?” from the darkness a voice responded its tone calm and blunt “The agents i investigated don't match their credentials like you said it seems like the Domestic Defense of the Saxonian People has covert agents from somewhere” Frederick nodded and then said “Keep yourself down we might have already dug out something we shouldn't have dug” the voice replied to Frederick “you don't need to tell me that i more worry about you” frederick looking to the right didn't see anyone else in there ‘those people’ he thought to himself not seeing his agent anymore he continued walking away his worst fear was confirmed a organization had infiltrated the DDSP after checking he was alone by looking around he grabbed a file from his paper file in it the title ‘Operation Darkened Sun’ reading this words his heart began to race he never thought this was going to be needed, initiating a call someone answered by saying “Yes sir?” after a moment of silence frederick then sighed and said “Initiate preparations for Operation Darkened Sun” “the light has dwindled” the man on the other hand said Frederick knew the code word he then said “But the light still will live on” after a moment of silence the man then said “The preparations for the purge will begin in a few days sir” the communications were soon cut frederick continued on his way.

Planet of Talinia/ the core worlds


Talinia wasn't the most prosperous or industrial of all worlds in the core sector a majorly agrarian planet with barely a couple hundred million living residents while not a massive population it was still a important world due to its ability to feed its neighboring systems with its exports in a farmhouse a young man got his things into a bag a voice from the door said to him “you Yeager know last time i checked you weren't very keen to join the army” looking at him a smile appeared across his face he couldn't stop but say “...and you as my little brother seem to have forgotten the amount of times you said you wanted to join” the boy scoffed on that saying “it was when i was a kid…” rising up the man walked to the door the boy then said his face growing sad “do you really need to go?” raising a hand and patting his head he then said “you know i have to go i was called for war you don't need to worry i will be back listen to our mother and try to stay out of trouble you promise?” nodding to the question he then gives a warm hug to him and then say “don't worry about me brother”

Giving the warm goodbyes Yeager entered a bus going off saying the last goodbyes to his brother he would be in good care of his friend after a few days he is taken off-planet arriving in the training grounds in a space station he was left in a barracks to organize his stuff several man and woman being in such place, while Yeager organized his stuff someone told him “so where you come from farm boy?” looking to his right seeing someone sitting on his bed raising an eyebrow and then say “I am not a farmer but... Talinia” a smile ringing in his face. A young man like him then said “still is an agri world I am leon” “Yeager” he replied shaking his hand. Yeager then said “where do you come from?” The man then said taking a laydown in his bed “Kronen an industrial world” Yeager then said “polluted to need a mask or...” “need a mask Jonas by the way” he replied immediately extending his hand Yeager then said shaking his hand “pleasure to meet you” “you two be ready training aint going to be easy” Yeager turned to left trying to see who said seeing a woman Jonas then said “that is Emma, Yeager she is the experienced one they say”
Emma stared at Jonas with a smile it could notice a level of anger in her eyes and a obvious fake smile she then turned said “pleasure to meet you Yeager as for the why experience is because my brother served” Yeager smiled saying “at least you know more than us” “attention you Pigs!” A shout came from the other side of the room looking back seeing a drill sarge all man and woman lined up in front of their beds the sergeant then walking forward said in an authoritative manner something normal for sergeants “Listen here you useless swines you are going to be pushed in this station to last the longest in the hell called war as I come from burgundy don't expect me to pick any easy compared to your normal sargeants do you understand?” “Yes sir” They shouted for that moment the training had begun and would continue as Saxony was getting ever closer to its offensive against the dominion while its armies were split thanks to the new rule their number of soldiers began to double by the day as the armies expanded.

South Eastern Saxonian Border



A dark void surrounded a partially illuminated table no sound could be heard from any direction on top of the table a chessboard existed the pieces moved the game seemed to barely had begun sitting on one side with the other chair empty a man in his 30´s Hildenbrand his eyes closed his black hair barely moving and shining slightly due to the light illuminating his area he face clean as he shaves his face to make sure it is in perfect harmony with his proportions, he opened his eyes seeing a man roughly looking old he has a large beard covering his face his beard and hair is grey he then says “Kinda of odd continuing his game” Hildenbrand looked down at the table he then grabbed a pawn and moved saying “it's a game we prepared for a long” “agreed” the man said moving a piece in the table he then says “She and her gang are being a problem” Hildenbrand thouged for a moment and then said “they are a problem she was supposed to die but we still can deal with” The man nodded saying “Indeed…” After a pause, he then says “this land will require more laborers and infrastructure…” “It will be easy to deal with, we just do a few deportations.” Hildenbrand says moving a piece in the chess after a moment of silence he then says answering Hildenbrand “don't you sometimes think that mankind is more than just evil?” Hildenbrand scoffed saying “Mankind is wicked and you know quite well-plotting killing war only through a strong leadership we will triumph even if that means...” “if that means what happened those days especially with you know what.” He said proceeding with him after a moment Hildenbrand nodded he then closed his eyes for a moment opening then seeing the bridge of his flagship in his mind he then though ‘hate closing these thoughts of mine’

Looking around the flagship the crew worked their way effectively under his vision many were afraid of what Hildenbrand would do if he saw someone doing something wrong looking around a message in a visor appeared close to him it was about the capital reading his eyes widened he then sighed whispering “can they not…” he then typed “activate protocol blind eye” the message was soon sent he then sighed again saying his voice sounding impatient “How long until the operation is ready?” an officer soon approached him he shook with fear a man had been shot just this morning by his hand he then said his voice gagging a little “...we …we are ...re-ready sir” Hildenbrand remaining silent nodded and then pressing a button a transmission for the rest of the fleet he then said “To all fleets begin the march towards holdings of the F.D close to our territories we are to exterminate this plague and then conquer whatever is good and burn whatever is left all forces advance”
The fleet has soon begun to depart into FTL arriving in the outside of the border a full-on military offensive or better a full-on military attack against what would be considered pirates the fleet moving southeast aiming to destroy capture anything that is a danger and expand the borders to the southeast the limited resistance begun to be pushed aside as the fleets moved forward to create a buffer zone and at best gain some new lands while not a formidable force mainly deployed in hurry from the garrisons but still an army capable of fighting quite effectively.
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Master Key Unlocked




Former Dominion Officer Williams sat in a cold steel room. His index and middle finger balancing a cigarette pursed between his lips. Inhaling the fumes and tobacco he shifted his eyes to Prime General Octavia. She sat in a chair across from his own, adorned with a fresh white admiral uniform with gold trim and tassels falling short from her shoulders. Her hands covered in white leather gloves while laced together and her elbows resting on the table. She leaned in, "Mr. Williams, do you know who I am?"

Williams pulled the cigarette from his mouth letting the hand which balanced it fall down to his side. He raised the opposite leg to cross over the other while leaning back, he replied, "I do not believe I have had the pleasure." Octavia nodded, "Good, do you know who we are?" Williams was unsure of the team who broke him out of captivity, "Guesses...but no answers." Octavia nodded again, "Very well, do you have ideas as to why we'd free you from the Dominion?" This was a question Williams knew. He was an extremely delicate asset to have if you were trying to find weak points in the Dominion's armor. He knew a lot of their activities, locations, and locations on worlds. He knew how they'd fight, who trained them, how they were trained, what technologies they had available, and the state of their infrastructure. There wasn't much he did not know when it came to the logistics and operations of the Dominion, that's why these people wanted him free, "Yes, you are already at war or are going to war with the Dominion...and you need the information of how best to win this war."

Octavia again nodded, "Are you willing to provide such information?" A pause of silence. Williams drew up the cigarette from his side. A slow drag after the cigarette met his lips. Williams uncrossed his leg, leaned forward and put out the cigarette on the steel table. His eyes displayed a thinking man's face, "I might be." He leaned back in his seat to look at Octavia, "How much do you think it's worth?"

Octavia knew there would be a negotiation and she was ready, "You will be in our protection until the war has ended. During this time you will deliver strategic information for our military to execute surgical strikes against the Dominion's infrastructure. Each successful piece of information leading to our mission's success will bank you 250,000 credits. 10% of these credits will be distributed after each mission's success. 90% of what is banked over the longevity of our campaign will be released when Octo Smith and the Dominion have fallen."

Williams took a moment, "I will agree on one more condition, the day we strike Octo Smith, I want to be there to pull the trigger." Octavia albeit didn't care if he was there or not was surprised at the gesture being put forward at all. None the less she dropped her hand to shake his, "Deal." Williams reached over shaking Octavia's hand and she stood up to leave, before exiting, "One more thing Williams...you will be quartered on this ship, your schedule will be prompted to you every morning and there will be one personal assistant to direct your needs, and two escorts for ensuring you remain in the properly authorized spaces. If we do discover you have been out of your ordered line, the deal will be voided, you will be detained, and we will not be so kind to keep you as long as the Dominion did, understood?" Williams nodded.

Denizen: Ghost Whisperer




"Lilith."

"Lilith."

"Wakey, wakey Lilith."

There was light shining from the corner of Lilith's eyes as darkness pulled to her peripheral. Her body ached. She tried turning her neck, nothing. She tried lifting her hands, nothing. She tried moving something, anything...nothing.

"Oh! She's awake. Hello sweetie, welcome back to the land of the living, I thought I lost you." The voice was familiar, "Neema?" Miraculously Lilith realized she had the strength and ability to at least speak. Neema was at the foot of her bed, "Neema, where am I?" Neema walked over to the side of her bed to give Lilith a better look.

"You are officially dead. You are unofficially alive on P-31. Thanks to you, the Martinet is crumbling, Dizzy and Gordon are both dead, and we received the data you collected. Good work." Neema placed her hand on the shoulder of Lilith, but it didn't feel comforting to Lilith at all. Lilith felt like a fly in Neema's web, except she wasn't a fly to be consumed, but toyed with.

Lilith couldn't remember all the details as her mind was still fuzzy, as to not get too deep too quick, she asked, "What happened to me?" Neema released her hand off Lilith's shoulder walking over to a chair and dragging it to the side of Lilith's bed, "The swap between you and Gordon went south, you were brought to Dizzy, and I blew up their plane once they were both on board and you were far enough away to not be apart of their deaths." Lilith shocked took a deep breath, "You bitch!" Neema passively tilted her head while nodding with her lips crunching. She didn't dismiss the name Lilith gave her, "Fair, I am a part of why you are laying in that bed...annnd...I am the reason why you are still alive...sooo...we are even." Lilith with an emotional burning boiling inside of her clenched the bedsheets, immediately her emotions defused realizing she was no longer paralyzed from being able to use her hands. Lilith tried adjusting her neck to look at Neema and she could. A slight piece of hope restored itself in Lilith's heart as she tried other limbs with little movement but movement none the less.

"Fine. We are even. You mentioned I am officially dead though, what did you mean?" Lilith was not in a position to fight Neema and if she was on P-31, it meant her network was far from reach, two things Neema ensured would be the case.

"I mean you no longer move unless I permit it. You are dead. You died with Dizzy and Gordon on that plane. To summarize...you are a ghost, an agent who if she succeeds with the next request, I will grant amnesty to the crimes you've committed. I will give you everything you need to live a long free life." Neema looked at Lilith awaiting her response.

Lilith's feelings were right, she was a fly trapped in a web, but to be toyed with. Could a fly really trust a promise from the spider salivating at the edges of their own web? Lilith rotates her head to meet Neema's eyes, "What is your next request?" Neema smiled, "The data you collected, the information Dizzy and Gordon died for, is a map to an ancient world thought to be long gone. Those who discovered it called the world, Karbana Kinnis. The map identifies a specific place within Karbana Kinnis, a place I need you to go and see why it was so important to your friends. I have a ship that will take you there, the map also gave us locations of gates. You will ride these gates to Karabana Kinnis." Neema paused for Lilith to interject if she had questions, "Why send me?" Lilith asked. Neema replied, "I need this to be silent. The details do not leave this room and if I were to send anyone else it would stir questions. You, on the other hand, have nowhere to go, if you run, you are easy to find as I've already gone ahead and made the necessary modifications to your body for self-destructing your biology on my call."

Lilith was at the beckoning of Neema, "If I do this then you free me and set me up for life?" Neema nodded in response. Lilith took another deep breath, "When do I leave?"

Phase Two: Debrief and Saxony Outreach


Prime General Octavia Kilborne and her trusted chief advisor Mason Ryser sat in her office.

"Patch me through to the Princes." Octavia ordered her advisor. Mason was a lean character with olive skin, dark hair, and blue eyes. He stood a little over 6 feet and weighed about 184lbs. His mind was quick, witty, and his soul was loyal to what he believed in. A squared away soldier at one point in his career who found himself next to Octavia after saving her life by chance during an escort mission. They had been ambushed by revolutionaries, scum who wanted to see the OPAO divide as the heads were cut down. One of those heads was Octavia. She was the backbone of the OPAO and wore her stripes well. Octavia had full trust from the Princes, complete autonomy to move the Orbital Defense Force, and she was extremely effective in everything she did. Mason tapped a few icons on the screen which responded to his combination by sending a call to the Princes.

Mayven picked up. Then Valiance. Followed by Nicole and Iman.

"Where is Neema?" Valiance asked. Octavia gave space for the Princes to deliberate, but none afforded an answer. Each denying having heard from her in some time.

"Let's not waste time waiting, she must be performing important matters in her region. I will follow up with her after this meeting, Prime General Octavia, how did the mission go?" Mayven prompted the meeting the begin.

Octavia stood up from her seat to show respect to her leadership, she was also proud to report the mission went well.

"Operation Master Lock was a success. Sgt. Baesili and her team were able to covertly enter the security prison, retrieve Officer Williams, and safely return him to my ship. I spoke with Officer Williams and he agreed to help with one condition added to our own. When we make our move on Octo Smith, he wants to be there for the execution, more or less, he implied, he wanted to be the one to participate in the execution." Octavia paused to give the Princes a moment to respond if they chose.

Valiance spoke, "First I want to say congratulations Prime General, what a job well done!" The others gestured their agreed feelings. Valiance continued, "If that is all Williams wants, then grant it to him, in all honesty, I was expecting something more resource taxing."

Mayven picked up from Valiance's comment, "Prime General, I have made plans to schedule a meeting with Saxony. We are going to inform them of our asset's value to their mission. I would like for you to get as much information as you can from Williams before that meeting. I want to know we have some substance before presenting negotiations. Can this happen?" Mayven asked politely.

Prime General Octavia nodded, "Yes, I believe we can get some leads from our new collaborator." Mayven smiled, "Great, I will get in touch with Saxony and deliver you further details after speaking with them, Nicole, Iman, Valiance, anything to add?"

The three did not have anything pertinent to share with General. The communications clicked off and General Octavia got up to get to work on Williams.
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