Pirates

The ships shook, knocking some of the subordinates off their feet, but they immediately retaliated with Drughan artillery fire. Barrage after barrage pierced their foes, sending flames upon flames of hell upon the ships. OHP cannons blasted like a machine again, one by one, onto the ships. Mines were precisely marked and shot my gatling barragers, and VenZ bombers continually hailed the pirate ships with bombs of their own.

Then Reinforcements came from another part of the fleet...a five Montus ship against pirates battle immediately turned into 10 montus, 5 gunther, and 14 Allimone battle. Allimone ships jumped close to the pirates, soaking in the mine damaged, emitted glassing cannons from such a short distance, and jumped back. Gunthers unleashed Gulta piercers, sinking deep into the pirate ships and exploding from inside.

"Captain, we have more drives and equipment. We've cleared out almost everything left in this scrap yard, should we leave?"

"No!" said the Captain "Let's make this a lesson!"

Brukkash, the Home Planet of the Zurosh Empire:

"Status report on Overlord Mogor." the Chieftain requested from one of the Grunts posted inside the communications room of the capital building. "Still nothing, Chieftain." replied the Grunt. "How in the hell is it that I can contact the 73rd Fleet which, by the way, is located completely on the other end of this galaxy, but you can't seem to even catch a trace of Mogor." the irritated Chieftain said. "I'll keep trying, sir, but I don't think this issue lies within my hands. They must be too far out for our communications to reach them, or Overlord Mogor could have just abandoned us and disobeyed orders because last we heard they were entering a galaxy that we had never recorded or even seen before." the Grunt said to the Chieftain. "Mogor would never betray me. Keep trying. If you don't find him within the month then I shall send out a scout fleet to look for him. Carry on." said Chieftain Dranarg.

Dead world

The landing team looked around the vast expanse of nothingness they had been told to seek out, but there was indeed, nothing. Yet they felt something, drawing them in. And then there was a voice
"You have come." The voice came, and the lead scientist stepped forwards
"We were directed here... Apply"
"You know me." It said, and then the direction of the source of the voice changed, and they spun round and saw the speaker "You killed me."

Sanctum Fleet
It had been some time before they had set off, and the fleet AI had counted every second meticulously, waiting for their arrival. And they did arrive, to the devastated ruins of the Sanctum, their eyes running over it. The new drive had done good indeed. Whoever knew that it would be a good idea to catapult yourself through a void at some billion times the speed of light, your hull barely holding at the force the 'innovative' method had subjected it to
That's because it wasn't. If they had been in this universe, the ships would have been completely obliterated, anything would have, even the precious Draconian and Aetherii vessels. It was a bold stroke of luck the laws of physics in 'slipspace' had been bent this way, or half of the ventures through it would have messed with their ships.
"Scavenge tech deemed relevant. Leave or burn the rest, depending on time constrains. Non-hostile contacts not to be engaged. Code: Inject. Mitosis. Diagnose" The Overlord ordered, and the fleet acknowledged, the vessels launching through the black of space, amongst the ruins of the once great civilisation. The overlord sighed weakly, muttering to himself "This voyage is likely for nothing, this place looks ruined." He glanced to the ships time keeping systems and frowned... That was odd...

Escourting Luna

The Dropship took them to an Indespectus class, which proceeded to take Luna back to Equiis... At a somewhat alarming rate after engaging its dimensional drive and launching them through space. Despite this, its speed was kept relatively low to prevent any accidents from occurring. Talking with the Majority of Triarii was difficult, to say the least. Being Spectre, they mostly scuttled around ensuring the ship was running to the best standard it possibly could, and only a few actually held a conversation... Though the conversations were very telling of Collective Culture, and it was apparent verbal communication was not a Spectre strongpoint. They almost relentlessly used terminology, especially when referring to anything about the Collective, and spoke in a strict and rigid order, with a form of address used at either the beginning or end. Only two of them deviated from this structure, both of whom dropped the strict structure and adopted a more social tone, but even it was laced with terminology and it appeared that they were either overly exact or overly poetic

Hach Attack

The ships were severely crippled, and the lead was destroyed, forcing Brute to step forth. However, the rest of Recovery Fleet Beta returned, a mass of a hundred-some ships, and vengeful for the loss of their comrades. A hailstorm of magnetic projectiles, plasma, energy rounds and torpedoes came their way. Explosions rained upon the Zonanese fleets, causing a domino effect as ships hit slammed into others.

"If you contest our operations further, we will not hesitate to destroy your ships, and trace your abominable kind to your planets so we can move upon you, and slaughter every verminous man, woman and child that crosses our path! Turn now, or face more severe damages!"

Pirates
You contested our operations first, you lizards! Dare to send even more ships? You're gonna need 'em!

More ships jumped into the fray, hundreds upon thousands of them retaining to the same fleet. Reyes, though anoyyed that his operation is stalled by sending his forces to put down this setback, ordered for more, a quarter of the small fleet, around 5,000 ships, jumped in and/or nearby the area, waiting for a turn of attacking the pirates.

"Which ship is the command ship?"

"source of information and data are pointing on this one, sir".

"Send in the Wolverines, lets show some Domi hatred. Cloak em so they get in without warning". hundreds of boarding ships unleashed from the gut of a single gunther, all of them directed towards the capitol ship. Thousands more unleashed out of other gunthers, directed towards ships behind the front lines. Other gunther ships simply prepared their glassing cannons and fired down onto the enemy. Jet after jet continued to pumble down turrets to cripple the fleet's combat.

Hach Attack

Recovery Fleet Beta shifted as the largest ship, the lead of the fleet, a stolen Marku-Class Cruiser, moved forward. It deployed a small capsule, that fired rockets and jetted into the middle of the fleet, all the while ships dodged the inbound ships.

The pod detonated, and a swirling mass of black chaos expanded rapidly, ships began being pulled to its epicenter. A crackle of a message came through, from a deep, croaking, sinister voice.

"This is Captain Dorkat Bemana'kum, and what we just launched was an experimental black hole generator, under development for several years. We did not wish to waste it, but you left us with no choice. However, the device does have a killswitch, and if you leave this system we will be more than happy to deactivate it, if not...well...heh... Anyways, I'd say you have about six-or-so minutes to act before your fleet is completely consumed. And considering you dog freaks thought it'd be a good idea to call us a bunch of 'fucking lizards'...well, I'd say you need a decent amount of convincing for me. Good luck."

Nationwide Report, War Situation
Trife Boli Yuvdale Remsale, Abh Sazoirl
"Due to the massive territory of the Earth Alliance, two trillion sentient beings have been killed in the war. Multiple planets have been razed to the ground, and unless we gather our wits and realize that the war will never help us gain anything then the nanovirus will be released to protect the rest of the universe from humanity."

Kepler 62, most heavily populated system in the EA
The massive fleet slowly approached the system, with smaller but still incredibly huge fleets breaking off the main one. They headed towards every planet in the system, destroying any opposition in the way. Once they reached their designated targets, the missile pods released swarm upon swarm of antimatter weaponry towards the five inhabited planets of the system. The missiles alone probably constituted a huge percentage of the original EA antimatter reserves. The missiles impacted their respective planets, and huge flashes began to appear. When it had all stopped, all that remained of the five jewels of the mid rim was an asteroid field.

Shuroh, Unknown Galaxy
An alien woman lay sleeping in her bed, her species lived much longer than the human said his did. It had been about 200 of her world's cycles since she had spoken with him, and he was undoubtedly dead by now. However, this night she had a dream that was more than a dream. It was him, the one who called himself Fergus. His words were weary, and his form more youthful as it once was.
"I cannot stop it this time, my species fights among itself once again. I now know you exist, and I feel I must say goodbye to you and warn you of the coming invasion. The other factions will conquer all they see in the name of their gods, you have to be ready. I have decided to give you all the technologies and knowledge my people have now, you must unite everything you find to prepare for a war against whichever faction wins this war. I never imagined I would say this, but please uphold the memory of my people. Our story can educate others, and the bad we have done can do good."
Her mind was suddenly filled with knowledge nobody from her world ever knew. While the greatest minds of her planet were thinking of ways to fly faster than sound, she now knew how to fly above the atmosphere faster than light itself. While scientists were trying to uncover a single strand of DNA, she now knew the entire genome of three different species. She also knew she had to share it, but she didn't plan on following Fergus' wishes.
She was going to go there herself and help his people personally. After all, she always was a bit impatient.

Outer Hach Colony
The attack ship from the so called "Drac World" entered orbit around a planet that seemed to contain a small backwater colony. It was the closest safe planet, and the ship was already out of both antisubstance fuel and negative energy including that in the dropship. Lacking any way of landing on the planet normally, the crew boarded the escape pods and set them on a course to the small settlement. The pods were launched, and deorbited.

Mere minutes later, on the planet's surface, the pods landed quite close to eachother with their parachutes. The crew got out onto to discover that the gravity of this planet was 3gs, well within the rage of the Abh (Which extends to 200gs before danger of losing consciousness), but the human struggled to stand up. When they decided to move closer to the settlement, the human simply couldn't walk there. He had to be carried by the Abh on one of the stretchers, of course, the Draconian was just fine in the high gravity due to, well, being a Draconian. A guard of five was placed on him as well, to avoid any attacks on him by the locals.

The band reached the settlement, and found exactly what they expected: a backwater colony. It wasn't that bad in comparison to human towns of the 20th century, but it was obvious that food had been rationed for a while. Though it was night, they could clearly see basketball courts and a baseball diamond. They knew the Hach enjoyed human culture, but they had no idea they had adopted such human pastimes. They eventually came to a inn, and the highest ranking Abh went inside with the human and those carrying him. When they entered, they found a small room with a single couch and a reception counter with a single Hach citizen at it. The human likely knew what species, but he certainly couldn't talk in the high gravity, as he was too busy trying to breath. The Abh leader went up to the citizen behind the desk.
"I am Deca-Commander Duheil of the Abh Star Forces, my crew has been forced to abandon our attack ship in orbit of this planet due to a fuel shortage. We barely escaped the rebel factions on our colony-we're loyalists, so don't worry about that-and the human among us is not faring well as you can see. His species cannot survive long in this gravity without a breathing mechanism, older ones like the original iron lung work best in these situations. We can pay for a room, but we do hope that you have a policy that allows members of all species residence, because there is one among us who we fear might be assaulted due to the earlier exploits of his people."

((Sorry this took so long, I had to finish a project since it's due tomorrow and had to watch Cosmos))

Colony 257

Weird night...it was all normal for the inn keeper in this small town, now he's meeting these alien species, the Earth Alliance species.

"er..what species is that?" he asked, only to be answered by his wife's loud shriek from outside. She ran inside from her late night walk, obviously creeped out from something.

"What. the hell!" she shouted, only to be led to another room by the man. Then a draconian entered the room, to the man's shock. He turned to the human, obviously in a bad state, and back at the official. "Keep your low for now, you're welcome anywhere in the colony unless the military finds you". He gave them a key to a room, somewhere far enough away from any other person, and continued his night as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile:

"What do you want" asked the father. The stranger laughed "you know.."

"My wife is dead, I can't. I won't"

"perhaps you don't understand what happens if we don't have enough people for this-"

"Listen, I can't help, I have to already fend for 3 kids".

"Dad!" cried the kid. He seemed to be in a state of panic, but more importantly, he was holding a rifle. The father looked at the stranger, who pushed the dad down and pulled out a knife, he turned to the boy, and grabbed him, holding the knife right up to his throat.

"Talk to me when you change your mind" the stranger said. He opened the door and ran out, leaving two other men to enter the room. The father grabbed the rifle and head butted the first one, then shot the other. Out ran the father, aiming the rifle blankly in diferent directions. Then he screamed some non sense and ran downtown.

Sometime later he ran down to a pub, having some party over someones birthday. He quickly walked inside, gun slinged behind himself and hidden. Walking up to the bartender, he said "Have you seen a man and a boy in here? Boy was a...bright domi, blond fur, bout 5 feet 2?"

"No, we've been looking at other stuff, lately" said the bartender. Weird responce. He seemed to be focusing more on a glass he was polishing.

"Listen, please..I need your help, Kal" said the father.

"What now, Kent, lost a job again? You're never good at keeping 'em"

"They took Lenn..." said the father. The bartender dropped the glass he was polishing, at turned to meet his stare. "They can't have, we told them not here, not now. The Saints took (he looked around a little before saying his name) Lenn?" There was no responce by the father, just continoius sobbing.

"Meet me outside in thirty minutes, I'm gonna have the men ready in a jiffy. Let's get those fuckers".

Draconian World (Triarian)
The scavengers were busy gathering any technology as usual. Probably kept on finding already found technology, but whatever.

"Sir, multiple unknown contacts headed towards this way. Their weapons look ready, they are showing signs of aggression."

"What?" The station's operator became quite nervous, in response to the intelligence officer's words.

"Repeating, sir. Multiple weapon-ready contacts approaching, possibly aggressive."

"They're probably here only to pick up some stuff. Lend them some, maybe- what the fuck was that!?"

A loud, rumbling sound were heard from the audio devices down on the planet. The two looked down from the window, to see multiple explosions littered across the surface, with beams coming from the same foreign fleet detected. The man opened up a communication link, and sent the following message with a translation code.

"Attention, hostile fleet! You are engaging against our technological and biological assets! This is an act of war, and if you continue, official war may be declared with the permission from our Council!"

Sanctum
The small fleet with the Turians Hiearchy ships and the small Pact science vessel landed on one of Sanctums worlds, they ignored the Triariana and started there own operations, securing as much Drac Tech as they could from the ruined worlds.

Sanctum

The group instantly stops engaging the planet, their weaponry cutting short and broadcasts a message to the beings they had received one from, broadcasting it in several different languages just to be certain
"Apologies, we did not realise you were present. Apply..." There was a pause, before under the Overseers breath the words 'Hoc lingua non sufficere' could be heard, followed by him continuing "Identify."
The Equestrian presence was ignored for the most part, the Collective forcing it's fleet out further, as more forces set off towards Sanctum from Triarian Controlled worlds. The Invictus hovered in space, heavily defended by a number of Praetorians as something was deployed and constructed in front of it.

Dead World

"I don't understand" The lead scientist said as he took a few steps in advance.
"You never did." The thing said, casting it's sad smile towards them "You forced yourself upon Tolrial. Destroyed the culture and subjected it's people to change they were not ready for... it worked out for you in the end... but how many failed attempts have there been?"
"It was for the Greater Good"
"Of course... whatever the greater good demands" The thing said, slightly mockingly "I was a casualty of the Greater Good too... but why have you come?"

Sanctum Galaxy report

To: Primicerii Major Council
From: Overlord Julius
Subject: Sanctum report
Content: Unidentified exogen present, accidental hostile contact from Collective towards them, situation underway, hoping for peace
Equestirans present with Equiis pact exogens
Zero Pathogens detected
Technology gathering underway
Estimated tech level: Two
Tech level from current analysis deemed: Level Two
Construction underway.
Some world claiming underway
Request status update on sister Operation

Luna

Luna was safely dropped on Equiis, and the Indespectus ship quickly leaves the system, clearly an important part of it's existence is not being seen, as they are quick to remove it from everyones eyes, the minute Luna is safely returned to the Equestrian Empire

Sanctum
The officers looked at each other for a moment, as if surprised. The following message is sent, now in the foreigners' language

"We're still accessing your data for some terminologies and information.... there. Since you are a special case of an upper-level contact withdrawing from conflict, we will allow a safe contact procedure between the two of us. Benign, non-necrotic, non-virulent."

EST Cruise Ship Koonv, Dining Halls
Few of the Councilmen had decided a break from the strenous tasks of leadership, all thanks to a certain genetically-modified council member's multitasking efforts. Enjoying the fruitful harvest of this era, they indulged on the famous geothermally-cooked meals, from the simple, leafy salads to the grand finely garnished meats on elegant plates.

"So, which do you prefer, Voznik or Illver beer?"

"I suppose Illver. Voznik beer's too strong!"

"Too strong? And you call yourself an influential council member of the Makudan? Or even a proud member of the Kaiyou species?"

"Well, uhh..."

"In other news today, the Council ladies--- with the exception of Retsukuu, all seem to be busy in their personal lives."

"I wonder how's she doing, by the way."

"At this point she's still trying to break a single droplet of sweat."

"The news about that twin race looks exciting, by the way. Wouldn't be surprised if there's some sort of genetic connection between us and them."

"And what'll we going to do once it's proven?"

"You know, i'm tired of conquering civilizations. Let's have friends at least once in a while."

The Overseer looked in surprise as the contact infiltrated their systems. Rather than siccing Overwatch on them, he allowed them to access the files as it seemed they were non-malignant. He tasked Overwatch with protecting mainline documents, leaving terminology and basic language functions open. He tapped a command on the terminal and spoke
"Your quick thinking is commendable." He said, as he examined the terminology they had used. Non-Necrotic had been used in the wrong place, though non-virulent was a correct usage, the contact confirming it was not of major threat. The Overseer understood enough of it "Collective confirms status: Benign, Zero (Blank), Non-Virulent"

Pirate Attack on Hach Fleet

Vessel Suar'kum and Commander Lano'dum strode through the massive corridors of the Karboria Capital District rotunda area, with its sophisticated and ornate architecture displaying etchings of previous Grand Vessels, as well as the gods. Fakeem spoke with Lano'dum, nonchalantly sipping tea from a vessel in his hands, when a civilian carrying a digital clipboard rushed up to them.

"S-Supreme...Supreme Commander..." the man wheezed. "...You need to...look at this..."

Barasmus patted the man on the back, taking the clipboard and reading through what it displayed.

COSMIC ANOMALY DETECTED

3.10.2168
09:21:12 SAZKARJHIA LOCAL TIME

Enormous energy signatures detected. Gravity strength exceeding overall field of the UP18153 System. Anomaly determined to be a black hole. Determined to be the site of a confrontation between ZONANESE SPECIES, DOMI and UNIDENTIFIED ASSAULT GROUP, TECHNOLOGY OF SAZKARJHIT ORIGIN. Communications determine that fleet with TECHNOLOGY OF SAZKARJHIT ORIGIN, is in fact not belonging to any arms of SAZKARJHIA CENTER FOR NAVAL OPERATIONS AND SPACE EXPLORATION.

Barasmus stopped in his tracks, his jaw dropped. "Grand Vessel, I would love to talk more, but I must meet with my cabinet." he told Fakeem before running off.

He came into an office, with several star charts, some showing systems belonging to other species, while a few others showed the locations of the three Hub Fleets as well as the remaining Outersystem Scout Fleets returning to Sazkarjhia from their missions. In here, the Peoples' Army commander, Grand Commander Felasi'hum, and the SCNOSE commander, Grand Fleetmaster Magama'yum, were standing in the center, occasionally nodding off orders to officers below. Once they noticed Commander Lano'dum, they strode over.

"I thought you were on leave today, what's wrong?" Felasi'hum inquired. Barasmus nearly shoved the clipboard into her, where she took it and scanned through it. She turned to face the old, war-hardened commander, then gave it to Magama'yum, who had a similar expression. He turned and began hastily shouting, "Order Assault Fleet 004 to the epicenter of the action, make sure that any Sazkarjhian technology you find, you confiscate it back from them."

"Back from them, Fleetmaster?" Lano'dum asked with disbelief.

"Sir, we would never attack the Domi after ten years, and I would never give the order for any kind of clandestine operation. This technology was obviously stolen and repurposed. And we haven't even come close to developing a black hole generator. Only one who didn't have pride in their people and borrowed tech from other races to develop would do such a thing."

"You don't mean..." Felasi'hum whispered.

"Yes. The Domi are under attack by Pirates."

The order was given for Sazkarjhia Assault Fleet 004 to mobilize to the epicenter of the action, and to remove any kind of technology that the pirates had acquired. As well as to repair and otherwise assist the Domi under attack by them.

Seriphona Derimosteinas Dofioenad (Universal Diplomacy Bureau)

The Bureau's personal staff-only Quantum Gate opened, waiting for Diremonteis to put in the coordinates. Quantum technology had drastically evolved since his first travel with it. He hadn't even really warped to his destination at this one; he was basically flinged around with a Mach 13 quantum railgun, at a trip of 2 weeks.
Now, Quantum warping was not only feasible, but also relatively easy. Almost everything that could fit in the Gate and meet the power requirements could teleport everywhere in a radius of 30 light years and return with no assistance from other portal networks. Teleportation of a sole human without special equipment was also rendered relatively riskless, and having used the Gate enough times, Diremonteis didn't even have to get scanned before warping.
However, as he was just about to warp, the whole Bureau got a blackout. Diremonteis was too startled at first to realise how lucky he was; casualties from last-moment Gate electronics failure was still frequent. His cadet did, though and rushed to the room, fearing the worst.
"Are you alright, Commander?" he said, when he saw he was not only alive, but even mostly unscathed. Diremonteis' official title was now Elite Universal Diplomat, but his cadet could still not get used in the idea. Therefore, Diremonteis permitted him to call him however he wanted when alone; he also preferred that title. He had actually started to miss his former life; he always hated trouble and difficulties, but his participation to the first Korvichai encounter with foreign species, and their first engagement with the Draconians later, now made him miss the thriil he experienced back then.
After sighing, he responded. "Theromisian, call President Dimitri and tell him to prepare the Recipient Gate for teleportation. We have insufficient power supplies to conduct such a trip by ourselves." Even now, using a Quantum Gate had exorbitant power demands, and the inverse-size inefficiency of the design made more energy to be lost the smaller the object warped was.

Fleet Beta
"I don't care" slowly said Serohimean, trying to pick his words carefully, and without showing too much emotion "what he is doing. All I care about is quarantees. Are you sure that this i the guy we've been searching about? Are you completely sure that you found the cadet of that day's Diplomatic Leader of the Draconians?"
"Yes, we are" said the Comms Master. He had a problem saying the next sentence. "And sir, yes, this guy is the... ... the killer of your cadet, sir."
Serohimean was furious now. He seriously felt the urge to rush out of the airlock, dive on the unknown planet, then sprint to that bastard's house and struggle him to death. Memories of him and Herebusia passed in front of his eyes in quick succession: their preparations before the launch, their feared hug during the monstrous propulsion, their cooperations and silent communication during the trip. The preparations for the diplomatic meeting with the EA, their soft -and almost sensual, now that he recalls the scene- consersation during it, the gentle interruption of the President, followed by a smile -even he had understood.
But also even longer ago, during the World War, when he was just a Lieutenant. The day she got shot at the spinal cord; she barely survived. He was the first to rush to help her. He was the one who carried her to the medic. He slept the whole night next to her that night, risking his life, trying to calm her down. She lost a node back then, but was still one of the smartest persons he had personally met. Ioannorent knew all about that event. Actually, he was the one who assigned the members of the mission; he was the one who assigned her as his cadet. Even he knew Serohimean better than himself. And he was too blind to see it. What a fool. He could not notice. What an idiot.
The scene of her death flashed back. The Draconian leader had just informed him of the incoming assault, he told him everything was lost, and finished by insulted his nation; he could not remember exactly how. He could only remember that he was enraged. Before a split second passed, he was already standing up, without warning, with his almost ancient flintlock pistol aimed at his head. And then, it was gone. Before he understood what happened, the Draconian's cadet had jumped behind his Commander, holding his lost pistol on a mechanical handlike appendage. And then, he shot it, with the same smug smile his Commander had.
Serohimean was too startled to understand what happened. At least, until his cadet jumped on front of the amethyst bullet. The bullet pierced a weak spot on her neck and connected with her node at the back of her head; it was a fatal hit noone would be able to survive. Only then, only when he fell down, only when he pressed her almost dead body against his. Only when he kissed her, for the first and last time. Only then he knew. Only then he understood. What an idiot. What a fool. What a f*cking jackass. And that f*cking goddamn bastard would die now!
"Are you alright, Commander?" said the Comms Master, seeing him burst with silent anger, almost ready to pass out.
He woke up, and tried his best to regain his consiousness. He managed to pop out a confident smile. "I'm okay. Alrighty, then. I would hate to hurt an old senile man that's left alone on a small dot on the map, but I quess I have no other choise."
"I, err, would not call him old and senile, sir. And ther eis no way I would call him alone."

Sanctum
Report 001
"Triarians have ignored our forces this far, and to help defend since the Pact Military sill lacks in number the Equestrians, Turians, Asari, and Volus have help contribute to defending our holdings in the Sanctum Galaxy, we have begun our move on Sanctum Planet 1-13, as they are the most important and most valuable of Sanctums planets. Sanctum 01 was first as it was the Drac homeworld and thus the most valuable as it has the most advanced tech. It's protected by a shield and heavily defended as we move to secure the rest of the Scanctum Planets 1-13."

Luna
Celebrations and joy have come about of her return. She is also glad to be back.

"Go mitosis" The Overlord ordered, and the fleets blinked as they launched to separate locations. The idea wasn't to secure the most valuable planets, it was to secure as many planets as possible. This wasn't about tech gathering, this was about tech denial, which generally would work best if you could limit what the Exogens got. The odd device that had been constructed in front of the Invictus activated "Construction Complete" The Overlord said with a grin, as his crew danced their hands over their terminals.

Dead World

"You are some form of extra dimensional being then... One who was displaced in our advance"
"You killed me"
"Your would have been given the chance to serve the greater good"
"What? Slavery of some form? Experiments? All for the greater good?" The being said, and he paused, hesitant, and opened his mouth to speak before being cut off by the being again "You walk alone, dream of home... Your memories of eons ago... Even after all this time you are one and the same, the common purpose... You still share the same mantras... 'Flesh to dust..."
"Bones to glass, energy to energy, life to death and death to life. Above all, good to all, and all to good" He finished
"How far you have strayed from those days long ago... I spoke with them, I know... And now you come to send the last of my life to death then? Now that I am too weak to defend myself? Apl these years... Just another casualty of your march"

Report

From: Codename Nurse
To: Codename Surgeon
Subject: Report
Content: Found it.

Luna
The EA has sent a message to the Equestrian empire, congratulating them on Luna's return. Of course, it's purely formal. They don't quite like the Equestrians at this point, since they just took multiple planets from them.

Hach Colony
The Abh bows, and the human is just barely able to accomplish a salute by flopping his hand onto his forehead and turning it. Even the Draconian performs a gesture of thanks, bowing the Abh, as their traditions are all that he knows.
"We are in your debt, I swear that I will find a way to repay you for your kindness today. Few would give a room to an alien band toting a member of the most hated species."
They scrambled off to the room. The Draconian left last, staring at the innkeeper. He had never seen a species other than the Abh or humans, and he wanted to commit this new one to memory. Then he left, and for the first time in his life he was happy.

Interstellar Broadcast
An EA ship that apparently happened to be recording the horrific destruction that took place opened millions of wormholes, and a single message sped through each. It was the recording, screaming out to the universe the stupidity of humanity in an effort to stop the war. Accompanying it was a spoken message from the ship's captain, and a mysterious line of code.
"You say your gods are good and just, but you do this is their name? You have killed trillions in the name of your gods! If they exist, they shall condemn you to hell for your actions! You rejected the Doctrine, but you just proved it right! Humanity will never be redeemed because of this!"
As the message reached out, the rebel ships suddenly powered down. As the crews desperately tried to reactivate the systems, the containment fields of their antimatter reactors breached. In that single moment, all of them were killed. The code was an override command, reprogrammed to not just deactivate the ships but destroy them.

EAS Defiance, Comms Room
The leaders of the other factions appeared as holograms in the room, and Fergus was in the middle. They screamed, asking what was going on and why their neural transmitters were activated and how the EA tapped into their net. Fergus answered none of this, and instead had a tractatori (Earth Alliance 'wizard' who controls nanobots with hand motions and uses magic at an adept level) perform a hand motion that has been kept a secret ever since the profession was invented of the EAS Boulet. The enemy leaders suddenly seemed very cooperative.
"You will surrender and accept punishment for your crimes, and will sing the following document virtually."
Their minds recieved a text document through the transmitters, which stated the following:
"We confess that we have carried out horrible atrocities, and accept our place as members of the human species. We declare that our species will forever be inferior to all others, and that redemption is never possible. We will never defy the Doctrine, and if we do then we shall be sentenced to Abh Hell."
It was no treaty, but it didn't have to be. It was a simple declaration of peace, the real treaty would be signed publicly. Of course, this one marks the end of the war.
All the leaders signed it, and the signed documents were sent to every corner of the universe to inform the others that humanity had finally accepted what they believe to be their place in the universe.

Korvichai Situation
Dmitri personally responded to the message, his voice sorrowful. He had done what he had to do, but at what price?
"The gate is prepared, and our internal war is over. We are ready to receive you."

"They are different..."
"They have changed."
"Indeed. And the Equiis pact?"
"Irrelevant, Collection will continue as planned. Latest reports?"
"We are ready to seize the daylight and burn brighter than ever before"
"And the Infection?"
"I am already dealing with it."

Sanctum
It seems the Triarian fleet is very quick to spread, almost like some form of plague as they claim planets, often leaving behind small contingents who load technology onto waiting Onus transports, the technology to be extracted away from Sanctum for some unknown purpose, likely stemming from the same protocol that prevents them from sharing advanced technology, it appears they are attempting to deny the termed " advancement" They also appear to be sending more transports, but the bulk of Collective forces is definitely focused somewhere else

Earth Alliance civil crisis end
A message is quickly dispatched to the Earth Alliance
"Attention, please. The Collective congratulates the Alliance ability to restore their control and unity as a single body. Collective notes malcompliant EA citizens dealt with" There was a pause, followed by the voice against, not cold and detached but warm and friendly "I have my own contribution to make: Your humility is inspiring, Nations should take that aspect more often." The AI snapped back to its cold and detached voice "Personal contribution delivered. Collective offers support in repairing damage to Earth Alliance structures and equipment"

Mars:

The 90 Orcs fought for quite awhile in the square, killing all the rebels that dare reveal themselves to the bloodthirsty soldiers under Mogor's command. The square was quickly cleared out upon the arrival of the reinforcements from the Orcish diplomatic fleet that had brought them to Mars for a meeting. No significant amount of casualties were sustained by the Zurosh Empire, however, the rebels were ultimately dominated which was shown by the thousands of dead they had at the end of the conflict. Soon after the rebels were destroyed, word was received that the civil war had ended due to the swift actions of those loyal to the Earth Alliance. The 870 Orcs that fought in the battle stayed at their location in the square on clean up duty due to the large amount of destruction that the battle had caused between the Orcs and rebels.