Galactic Conflict I [IC Thread][Tychrome Only-Invite]

[Basseemia]

She smiled widely, jumping up and hugging him tightly.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you! I've been so nervous about the outbreak!"

The queen let go after a couple moments then cleared her throat and smoothed out her dress embarrassed of her behavior.

"I'm sorry for acting so abruptedly. I do very much appreciate the favor though. Thank you and I will make it up to you."

She gave him a kind, genuine smile.

[United States of Spain]

The House, Sevilla, United States of Spain
(After the queen hugging him so tightly he is red from both short of breath and a bit of embarassment)
Daser Theus Gamer:'Th..th.thank you for the hug(catches his breath for a sec)phew.... well anyway i wanted to tell you that the dinner is ready and i have come to take you there, how does that sound?'

[Arstozcah]

united states of Spain

Nico was the first one off of the plane he slowly walked down the steps keeping an air of someone who was totally relaxed while his brain was in overdrive accessing threats with machine like precision, the rest of his squad followed then Alexander Olonicov who was actually smiling as he stepped off of the plane and walked toward the waiting cars, Nico opened the door and let the president in first then climbed into the car with the rest of the squad climbing into the other cars, Nico looked out of the window as the cars drove toward the house, when they arrive the Parris -the squads electronic warfare specialist- opened the door and saluted to Olonicov as he climbed out of the car, olonicov nodded an walked towards the house with Nico close behind him.
Alexander Olonicov "nice building, don't you think?"
Nico "very nice a bit big for my taste though, sir."
A.O. "that's because your used to living in a small room in the barracks."
N "fair enough, sir."
the rest of the squad followed behind caring their bags and the rest of their equipment. Nico knocked on the door and took a step back.

[Basseemia]

She nodded giving him a kind smile.

"That sounds lovely just give me a moment to freshen up please."

He nodded as she closed the door. After spraying on a bit of perfume and fixing her hair, she opened the door once more and followed him to the dining room.

"Mr.Gamer, I really cannot thank you enough for what you've done for my country."

[United States of Spain]

The House, Sevilla, United States of Spain
In the Hallways
Helio Centaur:'Das! One sec!(Get close to them) Your Majesty may i steal him for a sec?'
The Queen:'Sure.'
(A bit faraway from the Queen)
H.C.:'Sir, i just have recieved word that Alexander Olonicov has just arrived to the country and is here. What do we do?'
Daser Theus Gamer:'Man, forgot about his visit.... Just direct him to the West Wing of the House, and tell his squad that they can take a spa day, this place is a fortress.'
H.C.:'Ok Das, see ya later bro!'
(He walks away and Daser rejoins the Queen and keep walking )
D.T.G.:Shall we continue?'
T.Q.:'Let's go.'

[Basseemia]

She patiently waited until he returned as she admired the architecture of the hallway she was standing in.

As he returned she gave him warm smile as they continued walking.

[Arstozcah]

Outside the house

Helio relayed the message, which received a raised eyebrows from the members of the squad, Parris pulled out a compact heartbeat scanner and held it up to the building and asked politely "whose mister gamer with?"
Nico turned to two of the squad and said "Erilin, Killion please explain to the gentleman inadequacies of the western wings defences." The squads snipers walked forward their rifles slung across their back in rifle bags and began listing the positions with which they could engage the individual rooms and with what calibre then began disassembling the rest of the building with millimetre precision while being totally polite and then asked if their was access to the roof, Nico stopped then and apoligied for their bluntness but it proved a point he then asked "I've heard that mister gamer was an excellent host always greeting guest at the door, is he to busy to greet someone who is wanting to make a very favourable trade agreement with his country or is it he's to interested in the queen?"

[Basseemia]

The queen and Mr.Gamer arrived to the dining room and sat down across from each other.

They began asking each other about their nations before moving on to discussion trade or diplomatic relationships.

[United States of Spain]

The House, United States of Spain, Tychrome
(Helio Centaur comes to warn the Arstozcah minister, but brings a elite squad of nano-armor soldiers, a new type of soldier for the nation due to the Precursor threat)
Helio Centaur:'Sir, even thou your presence is welcome, i advise your personal guard to stay off the restricted areas like the roof, the East and Central Wing, and are defended by National Space Marines 24/7 and automated sentry turrets that will shoot at anyone that carries a gun without a ID chip. And your futile attempts to scan The House are a failure since it is reinforced with lead-titanium alloy wall reinforcement, plus other things, has been giving your men false information. So stop these intrusions or we will exercise our diplomatic right as your hosts to make you leave the country for undiplomatic actions against us.
That will be all and have a good day sir.'
Alexander Olonicov and the rest of his men:'What...'
H.C.:'You really think we would be unprepared since the last war? Good day gentlemen.'
(He walks away with the soldiers, leaving the arstozcah representatives baffled)

[Kolbenavia]

(OOC: I guess it's the right time to remind you guys the the demonym is Kolban and not "Kolbenavian". Please don't make a fool of yourself in front of the Imperial Republic and say it right, Thank you. And sorry for late reply.)

-AN Balthasar, this is Station Command, docking permission granted, proceed through docking station 5, you have control of DS-5 for 32 hours for resupply, contact Administration if you need more time, over.
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Room AW2-101 (Route Planning & Galactic Cartography), Administration Wing Floor 2, KISA Space Station

One of the technicians in the room went at the door to greet the commander of the Lyvembhran, Fleet Captain Ludmila Varaisik. She was standing in the doorway, staring quietly at the people in the room and at the screens and the holograms everywhere, almost giving it a special kind of ambiance, all of a sudden. "Excuse me, ma'am?" goes the technician in front of her. She didn't notice him and got startled, but quickly regained her spirits after apologizing and joining the crew at the holographic table. There were seven persons around that table, all recognisable by their specific outfits, giving away what field they were working in. Suits of gray and black, with a large ribbon of Blue, Red, Orange or White, each symbolizing Engineering, Administration Staff, Support Staff or Command. Captain Ludmila greets the men and woman at the table and meets the room's Overseer.

[Each room having a specification in a certain domain (Room AW2-101 for example) has an Overseer, a superior officer who specialises in said domain and has more experience in it than any other officer working in the domain. An Overseer can be recognised by two stripes of white surrounding the stripe of color according to it's specification.]

The captain and the Overseer shakes hands with a trustworthy stare in the eyes.

"Glad to meet you, Captain. I suppose it isn't the first time you and your crew visit our beautiful station?

-Indeed not, Sir. And to my pleasure it will not be the last. Let's get to business, shall we? I do not have much time to spend. Every minute is vital to our preparation.

-Not so fast, Captain. Planning is open to everyone and the gates has just opened. You are the first flock of ships arriving and you will surely not be alone. We are expecting to form a convoy with multiple ships from various nations in Tychrome. I suppose you don't mind, unless you want to wander off by yourself."

Ludmila shrugs, looking impatient and mildly annoyed. She wasn't expecting this to happen, and she is wasting time, something she doesn't appreciate. After all, she is renowned for being extremely conservative with her time, even eager at times. She looks out of the window and sees the star covered universe outside, such beauty in such a small glass frame. She is quickly brought back to the subject by the Overseer.

"According to the report from the docking bay, you have seven ships, including yours, at your command. At this moment there is an Arstozcan fleet heading for docking station. If they plan to join us in this room, there is a chance we could form a convoy with them. After all, it's always safer in group, no matter the circumstances. Just give them a couple of minutes, it shouldn't take too long before someone comes along."

[Arstozcah]

United States of Spain
The house


Nico smiled politely a with his squad walk back to the cars, Partis used gene-mods own hand sigh language to say "well if he actually knew what a heart beat scanner was he wouldn't say it was futile the thing is basically a highly specific microphone so it doesn't care about lead and titanium alloys because solids transfer sounds brilliantly, also nice of him to tell us what the walls are made of."
Nico signed back "yeah but you shouldn't have done it in the first place and I know I told the snipers to dissect the building but we had already started down that path."

At the front door Alexander had politely apologies for the soldier and asked if the guards could rely that message and give the briefcase he had handed them to mister Gamer as it highlighted some trade deals he may want to look at but also had some rather interesting information on precursor, he thanked them a walked towards the car, once everyone was in their cars he turned to Nico and said " next time try not to totally piss them of even if the man who greets you doesn't understand that you and your colleagues take your jobs seriously enough to take five round for me." Nico remembered that particular incident where he had put him self in the line of fire and been hit three times in the arm, one in the chest and one clipping his neck severing the jugular vein, his reply was soft almost a whisper "well it's my job, if I'm gonna die I'd rather die young doing my job than old in a hospital with no one around who actually knows me."
They later arrived at the Arstozcan embassy who had booked some hotel rooms for them and had sent a formal apology to the house explaining that after a recent attack on his person the Arstozcan military had deemed it necessary for the president to have a minimum of five gene-mods with him and due to The nature of said threat a whole squad was better equipped to deal with it.

Kolban space station

The Balthasar gently slide into the docking clamps and stopped, once secure the embarkation ramp was lower and the two of the five trooper 2s marched down the ramp and took up positions either side their weapons primed and scanners active, Lina had gotten an invitation. To a meeting that was going on among the Kolban command so she had left the ship under the second in commands control and headed for the designated meeting room, she polity knocked on the door and waited.

[Basseemia]

The queen excused herself after hearing her pager go off. One of her advisors had sent her a message regarding the trip.

Sent 7:26 PM
Your Majesty,
Here is a list of all the countries that will be in The United States of Spain that we know of so far:
Kolbenavia
Lyrasona
Precusor
Arstozcah

She knew that all the countries her advisor had sent her would be coming except one. Arstozcah. She wondered if their leader's main bodyguard, Nico, would be there.

"Will it be awkward?" She wondered to herself. "Will it affect my relationship with Arstozcah?"

She sighed walking back to the dining room, each step clacking from her shoes, and went up to Mr. Gamer.

"I am very sorry but this will have to wait until another time. Something has just come up and I have a great deal of planning and work to do. I hope you will forgive me and we could schedule this for the near future. Thank you for being so kind."

And with a small bow of her head, she walked out of the room and back through the hallways going back to her guest room.

[Precusor]

Space above Earth

Coming forth from the atmosphere were hundreds of Precusorian Colony Ships. At the most, there were at least 231 Colony Ships. Each were armed to the teeth with Plasma Turrets and Arc Beams. These Colony Ships were ordered to go towards other stars and begin the colonization rampage of the Milky Way. Every one of these Colony Ships were filled with Drones. These Drones were in charge of preparing the actual colonization of planets. They would harvest biomass and organic life to create more Roids for further conquest of the stars. One by one, each of the Colony Ships set out towards different stars with the same goal. To colonize as much as they can before the other nations could.

New Precusor (Zach America's Land on Earth)

The once beautiful land that had been controlled by Zach America for so long now lies in ruins and devastation. The Great Battle that took place here still leaves its mark. Limbs, organs, blood, and even metal lies scattered amongst the ground. Click stood in front of the Citadel, looking out towards his conquered lands. No trees or life remained in sight. All there was, was just barren wasteland covered in ash, blood, and death.

The Kraken hovered above Click, a flashing array of light bursted from it. Once the light scattered and went away, Click was nowhere to be seen. The Kraken had brought him on board via teleportation. The Kraken's eyes frantically scouted the horizon before it began moving towards one location, The House of the United States of Spain.

[United States of Spain]

The House, United States of Spain, Tychrome
(Helio is runing franticly to Daser)
Helio Centaur:'DAS!DAS!DAS!'
Daser Theus Gamer:'Whoa Helio, what the hell?'
Helio Centaur:'Sir, the Kraken has been sighted heading towards the capital and i have already ordered civilian evac to the Fortified Colonies, right now every city of the nation is a stronghold of all the military in the whole Interstellar nation.'
D.T.G.:'Crap! Send messengers to the Arstozcah embassy to tell them to evacuate and get the Queen outta the country, we'll have to postpone the negotiations until futher notice. Now get me Junis ASAP, we have to destroy the Kraken before it reaches our shores and send a distress signal to New Raffica telling that Precursor is on the move.'
Helio Centaur:'Yes sir.'

(40 minutes later)
War Room, United States of Spain, Tychrome
Helio Centaur:'Sir the Hope of Rebirth and the First National Fleet is here, the missile batteries are ready. The EMP interception missiles are awaiting to be fired at that big bastard.'
(Over Comms)
General Admiral Junis:'Sir we are over orbit over the planet and i have ordered all the Fleet to be on high alert and to aim at the Kraken at full charge.'
(Now to the Fortified Colonies comms connection)
Governor Isos:'Sir the civilians are entering the system as we speak, the local Fleet is ready to engage any precursors that had followed the evac ships, the Rome Space-Port's batteries are hot and ready to fire any of those cans that show up and the planetary shields are up at 135% efficiency, that is unheard of but true.'

Daser Theus Gamer:'Ok on my mark start bombarding the Kraken.'
All military commanders:'Ready to fire Mr. President.'
Daser Theus Gamer:'FIRE AT MAXIMUM POWER!!!!!!'
(As yells these words, all guns, missiles and Gauss Cannons pointed to it, fire at The Kraken, disabling it's shields, and parts of it start to fall into the ocean as it is hammered by energy weapons, EMP missiles and Gauss Cannon accelerated titanium ammo tear through the Kraken's outer and inner armor, it's atmospheric engines start to fail as the reactors are torn to shreds by the projectiles and starts to deviate as the navigation systems turn offline to the lack of power.
As all this is happening, all the people in the War Room at United States of Spain watch live images from orbit of the slaughter given to the Kraken, it's last images of it was it blowing up as it splash landed in the ocean between Precursor and United States of Spain, 120 miles off the coast of Arstozcah.)
One of the comms operators:'We have a confirmed kill, the Kraken is destroyed!'
Everyone in the War Room:'YES!!!!'
(Random celebrating and dancing happens for the next half an hour after the Kraken is destroyed when they show video of the attack on it,all over the nation, civilians and military personnel celebrate frantically chanting the national motto:In Unity We Thrive, In Unity We Survive!!! )
(30 minutes later)
Daser Theus Gamer:'Ladies and Gentlemen, we have made the move that has decided our future, but we are far from safe in this war that has just begun, may we have luck in the future too.'


Military Actions
-All Diplomatic representatives have been evacuated and the GCUT has been warned of the impending threat.
-All civilians have been evacuated to the Fortified Colonies.
-After a massive planned attack, the Kraken has blown up in the Southern Ocean by the heavy damage inflicted to it.
-United States of Spain is now officially at war with the Precursors.


OOC: Precursor, this is just the begining.....

[Precusor]

Southern Ocean Near US Spain

The Kraken itself did sustain heavy damage yet it was repairable. It did not have atmospheric engines nor did it have shields. In fact, what they have done was the worst thing they could have done. Burning deep within the reactor of The Kraken, was Reaper, last of the Ragnarok. For the Ragnarok were not a force to trifle with, nor were they easily dealt with. Reaper's shadowy essence began to retake it's old form, that of a shadowy, hooded figure. His powerful scream raged forth from the bottom of the Ocean as Reaper propelled himself upward.

Click had been damaged but yet he wasn't coming for war. He merely wished to have a meeting with the President of the US Spain but now, what he had done was beyond the normal boundaries. There were reasons that he hadn't put up The Kraken's weapon systems or it's high powered plasma and gauss engines. Click's eyes glowed with hate. Inch by inch, he pulled himself out of the wreckage. A telepathic message had been sent to his fellow Roids.

"Fear not, the loss of me. But, don't tread lightly." But Click's arms still climbed and pushed towards the surface. It was then that he had noticed what else they have done. When he noticed Reaper, he realized that they were not safe. Another message was sent from his mind to Daser Theus Gamer.

"I did not seek war. I sought for council. But now you made the worst mistake. One more step to death is all it takes. His shadow casts among them all, who sits upon his grave throne.

OOC: Ye messed up son.

[Skyberius]

Prime Ministers Office
Trevelyn, Planet of Alexandria, 17.2 Lightyears from Earth

Solem Wiess sat calmly in the House of Commons office listening to the opposition members discuss the recent Precusor invasion of Earth, With the Zombie infestation having been dealt with, Galactic affairs were once again a priority. The Commonwealths had previous run ins with Precusor, leading to a simple pact of avoidance, The Commonwealths would expand one way, Precusor another, and all would be fine in the galaxy.

That was not the case today.

The Precusor invasion of Earth wasn't an issue, it's the fact that Earth had been a buffer between the two expanding empires, insuring that the treaty rules were met. If Precusor took Earth, the borders would be much closer. And this was the primary concern.

Not all of the contacts between the two empires were peaceful.

However, Solem Wiess was not going to drag any of his ships, or his soldiers into a conflict if it could be avoid. So, a simple transmission was sent to Precusor.

The Commonwealth wishes to inform you that we are aware of your attacks on Earth. However, we are going to remain neutral on this conflict unless a dire need arises, Remember our past relationships, If war is declared, it will end badly, for both of us.

The transmission was sent, and the room was silent, as a reply was awaited.

[United States of Spain]

War Room, United States of Spain, Tychrome
Daser Theus Gamer:'The hell just happen?'
Helio Centaur:'What?'
D.T.G.:'I think the leader of the Precursors i think has telepathically talked to me, saying he was seeking council, bunch of crap.'
Helio Centaur:'Yeah, who brings the Kraken to a diplomatic meeting if he actually intended it?'
D.T.G.:'Click! I know you can read my thoughts right now and hear me well! We have known since the beginning that something was up and the Kraken was armed so don't shite with me, you may have escaped but your dear"Kraken" is destroyed and its Ragnarok Core is useless! And if you show up again i will NUKE your ship and unleash hell on it until only atoms are left and you are left alive, then we'll talk equally, so mark my words, i will defend my nation and my people!'
H.C.:'You think he read that?'
D.T.G.:'Of course he did, i sensed it.'

[Lyrasona]

Apartment C, Building 47, Surgi, Lyrasona

Jamaul had been having a very bad day. To begin with, he had lost his job working at the local grocery store on 17th Street, not 500 meters from the Cinder Palace, the residence of the Royal Family who had recently been having a much worse day then he had. After the death of the Royal Prince, Nicolas, the only known surviving member of the Royal Family aside from the Emperor himself. The last part made him snicker as he remembered his crazy old grandmother telling her stories about how they were "descended from royalty." His grandmother had been dead for 10 years and with her, the only one that believed those stories. It was even her, his grandmother, who fought with her daughter, Jamauls mother, to name him after the last King of Lyrasona, Jamaul VI. But that was of little concern to Jamaul now, what he needed was a job. As he decided he would go out looking for one in his neighbourhood he turned off the lights to his apartment and went out job seeking.

Command Center, LRS Nicolas II, space above Eurf

"Officers, I would like to say that we are lowering our DEFCON level to 4 seeing as how the Precusor aggression does not seem to be directed at us but instead towards US Spain." The Emperor stated with visible strain across his body, still in pain over the loss of his only child.

"Sir, I'm sorry I have to bring this up, but do you not think that we should begin a national search for your next of kin and heir?" Questioned Captain Erick Grent, the commander of this ship the meeting was taking place on.

"I agree sir, the most important thing we have to do now is to try and find your next of kin." This from Alexandra Hardnick, the Chancellor of Lyrasona who was still trying to take back the power the Emperor had stolen from her.

"Alright, enough." The Emperor let out suddenly. "Alexandra, if you truly think this is the most important thing right now, then YOU find the next in line, I have a meeting to attend to in Spanish territory, let's go see if this "Kraken" thing is really what it turns out to be."

[Precusor]

South Ocean

Click recieved the message from Solem Wiess. Needless to say, it had infuriated him how people were viewing this event. He sent Solem a telepathic message back.
"Fool....I seek not to conquer. I seek for council. I was shot down for it yet it may be a misunderstanding. Needless to say, a war may be started and it won't be by my or my people's hands. The people of Spain made a grave error. They released my people's Creator. It is not a good thing. But we both know that if we fought, no one would survive our war." Now, it was only a matter of time before US Spain realized it's mistake.

Border of US Spain

A massive shadow had begun to cast itself upon US Spain. Ever encroaching, ever spanding, it was a tide that would not calm. The moment that shadow touched a civilian that was about to cross the border, the civilian had died. The shadow seemed to have suck forth his very life or at the least, stopped his heart. Such was the power of Reaper, dealer of death. Ironically, it was him that brought forth the life the Roids enjoy and flourish with. And it would be on his will alone, that he would kill the species that made his people go extinct.

Precusor Island

A massive force had begun preparation. If war was to indeed come, they would be ready for it. However, a deep sense of mystery shrouded everything about them all. The Roids, Ragnarok, Click, all had been covered in a thick film of deceit. But it was not the time for it to be uncovered. For now, the upcoming war was just beginning.

[Skyberius]

TREVELYN
Solem Wiess wrote down everything he heard, then sat back, Spain had made a foolish decision, and they were going to regret everything they had done. Precusor had a reason to fight, and even though they were bitter enemies, for possibly the first time in history.

They had equal ground.

The thought made Solem forget everything he had just experienced, Not only did he agree with Precusor logic, but so did the members of the opposition, and possibly the entire Commonwealth. Solem prepared a message in response.

"The Commonwealths agree that Spain and its aggression is inexcusable, The Commonwealths will support your actions with any means you desire, may this open a path for our empires."

Solem Hesitated, did he really mean this? He looked up, and he could see that not only he, but everyone in the room, agreed with him, This day would make history.

Solem Wiess beamed the message, and leaned back, creating an alliance that no one would have ever imagined.

SOL SYSTEM, OORT CLOUD

The cloaked prowler moved into a scouting position on the fringes of the Sol System, pointing all sensors at Earth, listening quietly, Lyrasona had lost an important child, Spain and Precusor had a temporary pause in conflict, The fact that Precusor had told the truth about their actions troubled everyone in the Commonwealth, Something grave was going on, The Prowler activated its engines, and began a slow crawl on a course for Jupiter.

[Arstozcah]

United States of Spain

Nico had recieved the message and immediately set about getting the president out of the country while also calling up the beist jeger division of the gene-mod soldiers who would now be dropping for the hallit taivaan combat station in orbit these soldier were not quite human, the later gene-modding experiments had used more exotic ideas for their theories causing the outcomes to be altered in different and teriffying ways, the beist jegers ETA was about 10 minutes and Nico wanted to be as far away as possible when they landed, while driving the presidents vehicle to the pick up point he managed to get Queen Ramona's personal phone number and called it praying she picked up so he could warn her about the beist jegers.


Hallit Taivaan Station
The squad woke from stasis as one, the mission briefing being fed to them by neural implants the cool, calm voice of mother their human contact talking them through the operation they were about to undertake, before embarking on the drop pod mother kissed each of the twenty soldier on the brow -which required them to lean down- told them to look after each other and to show the world they need not fear the darkness for they were the light.
Their were four pods holding the beist jegers and a fifth containing a Loki anti material which were renownd among the Arstorcan military as being so efficient that they verged on the homosidal, the pods fell earthward the guidance system sending the staight into the heart of the city where the darkness was heading.

[Basseemia]

As soon as she got to her bedroom, got several messages from all of her advisors. She was nervous and went to open one but before she could, she got a phone call from a number she didn't recognize which added to her anxiousness.

Answering the phone, she managed to make her voice as nonchalant as possible. The queen was well known for her ability to hide her emotions.

"Hello?"

City Hall at Basseemia

Advisors, senators, representatives, every government official was on their toes, running around trying to get a hold of the Queen while still planning what to do.

They put the country under warning not wanting to get the citizens too worried but they needed to be honest.

[Precusor]

US Spain Border

Click finally scurried forth from the sea. His body wet and damaged. His legs seemed to begin the reconstruction protocol. Small nano drones ripped a part abandoned structures nearby to repair Click. His voice became even more raspy as he cried out.

"REAPER! Stop this madness!" But his Creator burned his hatred into Click's mind.
"NEVER! My people perished because of them! You were expected to wipe their race out along with the Solonians! But you failed me!" The pain intensified, a loud buzzing noise rang out from Click's mechanical skull. "Now all life shall perish!" With that, Click slowly began to get up. All he could do was shuffle ever so slowly towards The House.

Reaper's shadow ceased expanding after it's death toll reached in the thousands. But what began to take it's place was much, much worse. Reaper himself began to take an actual form before the eyes of everyone around him. His glowing red eyes marked the anger and malice he felt. To him, the death of all is what he needed. Yet, his mind was forever in conflict with itself. Voices of his brethren echoed within his mind.

[Aerisia]

It was 5 years ago since the Hayabusan Empire fell from the planet of Tychrome, well, rather, it left. The dominant military force of the Tychrome homeland was conducting operations against New Raffica and the United States of Spain, but pulled out, as The Administration had apparently made quick work of both of them, and then simply left Tychrome too. After a while, the Hayabusan people started to consider what would happen if they left. They would be able to create an empire of solar systems, they could unite themselves with their friends from above, and create an empire of such vast proportions, its presence in Tychrome would seem like nothing compared to what they would do in the undiscovered space. The King approved of the movement, and the Hayabusan people migrated to Cerna Viccia, a planet much like Tychrome, and almost inaccessible because of its cloaking and excessive protection from the Forerunners.

The Forerunners are an alien species which have been in contact with the Hayabusan Empire ever sinad become an interplanetary power. Their lands consisted of 2 systems, 12 planets in each of them. A mysterious species indeed, they never took off their armor, which was what essentially powered them, and gave them the strength that they needed to live and fight in the name of the Prophet, their religious and governmental leader. Without their armor, they were indeed very weak, and it is said that the only reason that they would take off their armor is so that they could commit Abkaz Mora, or "Righteous Death" against an enemy, where they quite literally blow themselves up from the inside. Forerunners often made small supply runs to the Hayabusan Empire (small for Forerunner standards) which was what made Hayabusa and its army so powerful that it could crush its opponents with amazing speed. Forerunner technology is deemed as absolute fiction by other systems and their governments, because of its sheer power and advancement.

In Cerna Viccia, the Prophet, the King, and the leader of an independent Forerunner subspecies, called the Elites, met together in the Viccian underground, and took part in a meeting that would change the Galaxy as everyone knew it. The Prophet, the King, and the Arbiter signed a treaty that would unite the systems of Hayabusa, Altar (Forerunners), and Azeria (Elites) into one massive systemic empire, consisting of the 2 Forerunner systems, the 4 Elite systems, and the 4 systems granted to Hayabusa by the Arbiter. The King and Arbiter both agreed for their people to adopt the Prophetary religion, and to be primarily governed by the Prophet, but all 3 systems would have a good amount of autonomy when it came to domestic issue. And thus, Aerisia was born. The capital of Aerisia was Aeris, or rather, the Prophetary Moon, located in the Forerunner systems.

Aeris
The Prophet's Palace

The Prophet, a hooded figure in a golden cloak, lifted his head after praying to Kazar, the God of Forerunners, Elites, Hayabusans, and the Universe that encompassed them. His face, was not there. Where his face should have been, was filled with pure darkness. He stood as a humanoid figure, but he was 9 feet tall, and like his face, the rest of his skin was complete, absolute darkness. Standing below him, were the Forerunner Planetary Lords, who were also down on their knees, mumbling words in their language, the standard prayer procedure for those of the Prophetary religion.

"Rise, subjects of Kazar," the Prophet said. "He has spoken to me yet again. Tychrome must be found and annihilated." The Prophets deep voice resounded through the massive room like a cannon being shot in a closed space.

Chatter erupted from the Forerunner Planetary Lords. One of them liftrd himself up, and engaged his thrust pack, levitating himself over the rest of them. "Prophet, Tychrome is the former home of the Hayabusans. Why would we destroy it?"

"Because, Kazar is saying that it is getting too powerful as a whole, and they have good capabilities to cause spme damage to the Aerisian Space Corps if we do not neutralize the threat fast enough. Of course, odds are we will win the fight, but Kazar's Will only takes us so far. Hayabusan, you in theback - step forward."

A human - a pale Hayabusan, stepped forward, edging his way between the huge bodies of the Forerunners. One of the Forerunners grabbed him, and used his thrust pack to transport him to the front of the crowd. The lone Hayabusan was Rick Allershire, the Lord of Cerna Viccia.

"What is it that you require, your Holiness?"

"How many fleets do we have inside the Tychromian-Viccian slipspace, and what do they entail?"

"We have the 4th HACOM, the 31st Mechanized, and the 6th Forerunner Motherfleet, those are the largest that I can name off the top of my head. But we do indeed have many more of slightly smaller size."

"I want the 31st Mechanized to dispatch your new and improved Messenger 13's... I've heard that they have proven to be highly efficient, dependable, and quite scary during their test runs in the Solas system."

"Your Holiness, Messenger 13 bots are terrifyingly powerful. They can quite literally destroy an entire city within an hour, if they are put on rogue mode. Where do you want these deployed?"

"Let's test the will of these Tychromians. I want a Messenger in all known government capitol buildings of every nation that we know of in Tychrome. If they somehow succeed in defeating our heavily superior technology... well... Kazar the Almighty will instruct us from there. But for now, the task is to crumble Tychrome internally. Go for their arteries. Terrorise them. Kazar help those who reside in Tychrome, because we are about to rain Hell on them. Dispatch the appropriate bots, now. Everyone else, depart the room, go about your daily activities."

The Forerunners said a last prayer and quite literally vanished, and the lone human was left walking put of the room, going to make a call to the 31st Mechanized.

31st Mechanized Fleet
Tycho-Viccian Slipspace

"Sir," an elite said as he handed a holographic message to the Fleet Commander in his office in which he could see Tychrome in the distance, "It is a message. From a Rick Allershire. Sir? Are you awake?"

"Hm? Wha-?" the Hayabusan said as he woke up from a deep sleep. "What?"

"Sir..."

"What is- oh, I see."

He mumbled the text under his breath, reading that the Prophet has ordered Messenger 13s to be deployed into every government capitol building in Tychrome. But that didnt register in his head at all, really. The old commander was too drunk to comprehend anything at this point. He was turning into a sad, old man, who had so much regret in his eyes that it was almost like he just wanted to up and disappear. There was a reason for that regret, though. He had been the one forced to order the glassing of an entire system, just because they defied Kazar, who, for all he knew, didn't even exist. He was responsible for the death of millions upon millions, simply because he was a good soldier and somehow made his way up to be commander of the 31st Mechanized. And he hated it. Now all he was was a sad drunkard who didnt want to kill any more people, and for good reason.

"You make the order, Im going back to sleep."

"But sir," the elite officer complained, "I canno-"

"Make the FUCKING order, you elite bastard. I dont want to be a part of killing my own planet."

The elite officer looked down, and took off his helmet (this is something that elites rarely do) out of respect to the old man. He felt for him, he understood his pain, and he knew that the old commander only wanted to serve his country, not pray for Kazar, not glass an entire system, and certainly not follow the Prophet. "I wish you the best of luck, commander." He put his helmet back on, and ran back down the stairs to the Messenger 13 operators, a few humans and a few elites playing cards by their cryotubes and their armor.

"You have orders. Deploy into every government capitol building in Tychrome. Kill everyone in sight. This is our chance to colonize Tychrome and unite it under Aerisian rule, and reclaim what was Hayabusa's homeland. The target buildings are: the Basseemian City Hall, the House and War Room of US Spain, and the Cinder Palace of Lyrasona. More will reveal themselves as we move along, attack them straight away when we find new ones. Down there, it seems that US Spain is running the show, so the priority target goes by the name of Daser Theus Gamer - the President of US Spain. Good luck."

The operators practically flew out of their seats and into their gignatic armor, departing in pods at extensive speeds towards the surface of Tychrome. Messenger 13 bots had a gauss cannon and energy sword on each hand, a hydrogen grenade launcher on its chest. There were huge thrusters on the feet of the armor, and slung around their back was a flamethrower with the capability of firing a massive flame to up to over 300 yards away. Their armor was made of Galithium, an extremely strong element that could only be found in specific spots of specific planets within the Forerunner systems. After numerous tests by Aerisia's strongest ground weapons, it was deemed nearly indestructible, so essentially, the Tychromians would have to think up a crafty way to either neutralize or send the bots into retreat. This would be a test of both their will, and their technology, to see if Aerisia was possibly over or under estimating the power of Tychromian nations.

The bots plummeted toward the surface of Tychrome, and had coordinate locks on their targets, 2 to each target building. The Aerisian test of Tychrome has begun.

City Hall, Basseemia

A large pod slammed through the roof of the city hall of Basseemia, collapsing a large part of the roof around where it impacted, and smashing a gaping crater into the marble floor. It made a small whirring sound, like it was powering down, and a green light started flashing on the top of it. As curious Basseemians approached, the two guys in the bots nodded to each other, and blasted through the door, opening fire with non-stop advance through the large corridors, slaughtering senators, officials, guards, maybe even some royals as they began their massacre, clearing out every room they came upon and killing everyone in sight. The fire was completely relentless, and only the lucky ones were escaping the wrath of the Messengers. Bodies were piling, but the Queen herself wasn't confirmed dead yet. They continued to move through, using every weapon they had in store to slowly cut down the Basseemian government.

The House, US Spain

Another pod slammed into the ground, but this time near the House of the United States of Spain, where multiple government officials of multiple nations were last known to be. The two bots who came out of that pod made it quick and easy. They simply launched 10 Hydrogen grenades each, from their chest plates, completely freezing the area from the inside out. They watched as a woman holding a wine glass stopped, and never moved again, just like the rest of her counterparts in the building. Eventually they would thaw out, but the human body could take such extreme temperatures for a set time.

Cinder Palace, Lyrasona

Attack pod number 3 landed at the front gate of the Cinder Palace, taking many Lyrasonan citizens off guard, photographers and government officials alike. The bots inside were not moving, but when a photographer got too close to their pod, close enough to touch it, they broke the doors and began unleashing hell upon those watching at the front gate, their gauss cannons cutting them down in seconds. They then pulled out their flamethrower and busted flame into the front gate and second story windows of the huge palace, engulfing the first and second floors in a bright fire that would spread... well... like fire. They nodded, and entered the palace, cannons hot, cutting down disoriented guards, government officials trying desperately to escape, and just people who were caught at the wrong place at the wrong time. The objective here was not to kill the King, it was to cut down the Lyrasonan government to nothing BUT the King. Aerisia wanted Jamaul, actually, NEEDED Jamaul to complete a certain task, which would be revealed once he was captured, and brought to Arris to discuss with the Prophet.

War Room, US Spain

The last Messenger pod slammed into Tychrome, but this time, it did not go through the targets roof. No, somehow, the roof of the war room had sustained a mere dent due to the impact of the pod barreling down upon them at thousands of miles per hour from outer space.

"No!! How!!?? What the fu- HOW!!!???"

"I do not know how this is possible... Daser might be in there. According to my scanner, there is literally no possible way we can enter this facility. How they got in there? I have no clue. But what we can do is turn this into a gigantic microwave, if we just fire our flamethrowers at the roof from a distance. It will fry this place from the inside out. Use your thrusters to move up in the air a few meters, then just fire in lines. They'll burn."

"G-got it..."

The two bots slowly hovered upwards, and then began firing superheated flame onto the roof, and already melting started to take place. Those who did not escape or survived the gaseos microwave stage would simply be killed by slowly liquidating, searing material that would drip onto them from above and melt them quickly. It was cruel, but it was the only way. Daser, the number one target, might have been in there, so drastic measures must be taken.

[United States of Spain]

Aerisia, sorry to tell you but this is GODMODDING! I NEVER REVEALED the location of the War Room, the national Space Fleet would have intercepted the drop pods and destroyed them and you think that the windows of the House weren't made to survive a nuclear blast?
Second, you think that Lyrasona wouldn't be able to destroy those drop pods too?

So, i declare sadly, this post is Godmodding and will be ignored the attacks on Bassemia, Lyrasona and United States of Spain.

This is warning 1 of 3, the third one will be permanent expulsion of this Rp. May this not ocurr again