Interstellar Retribution (IC, Open)

[Rhodevus]

Zasha Farslider
The Marathon, Enroute to Foundry, Slipspace

Myra Wail
The Marathon

Slipspace was a completely bizarre, although not uncomfortable feeling. Although Myra could put down her ease of travel as the means for this comfort. She watched silently as the colours danced on the windows and heat shields of the ship. It was like a show that the nobles of Cylon-3 would pay for; accompanied with music. Myra listened intently to Zasha’s speech as they first entered the slipstream. Zasha was incredibly talented at flying her ship. It made Myra slightly jealous, never having owned her own ship before.

When I’m free, I’m going to buy myself a ship. She thought to herself. It was not a new thought. She already knew exactly what type of ship she wanted and even what she wanted to call it. A Phantom Class Pilot Ship. One of the fastest single person FTL ships in existence, using the classic and powerful Jump Drive. Not as advanced as using a slipstream, but allowed for plenty of distance. It was a beautiful looking ship, able to fly in most interstellar conditions and even safely take off and land on planets themselves. Of course, Myra thought about all the upgrades she would implement; learning plenty about ship construction during her years of taking them apart. One day.

Myra remained quiet while Zasha spoke about her job. Both of their jobs now. She had plenty of experience locating black boxes. Not that she ever kept any. It was just the Black Boxes were often stored next to Ion-Carbide Capacitors or multi-congruent dimensional analytics; both used for ship beaconing and inter-dimensional travel used by most FTL systems. There was also the potential of digging up some safety cable and personal force field generators used to keep the black boxes safe. All of which were highly valuable on the market. Enough to eat for more than a month. If they were truly going to be looking for a wreckage to a ship prized by the owners of a station like Heaven’s Gate, Myra might need to take a look around for anything else of potential value.

“It is better than staying at Heaven’s Gate. I was looking for a way off, and you might have been a heaven-send… pun not intended. Is the Black Box all that your friend wants? Or is there anything else of interest? And more importantly, do you and your friend… have any history of animosity? I was.. brought to Heaven’s Gate due to an acquaintance of mine. I don’t want to die thanks to an acquaintance of yours.”

[Khasinkonia]

Qali'šitahi à Thakurewecheteko ・ Ajbitãl: 3;384・ Reserdan • Lochešišexitlanu

Kimalãchumiyongiti appeared intrigued, but had a significant delay in response, as she seemed to gaze past the Emperor. Then, she finally spoke, snapping her eyes back into focus.

"Future generations? You may have to wait a while. Our population isn't to produce new members for quite some time, about, er, 500 years by your kind's count, I believe, so such an exchange wouldn't be possible at the moment, assuming you require the individual in question as a newborn. We can, however, arrange to exchange information on the Nexus, as that, unless I am severely mistaken, does not have any specific requirements beyond knowledge of the Nexus and a willingness to share, both of which we possess. I hope these gestures will ensure goodwill between our two nations, and goodwill with our nation is more rare than almost any gift either you or I could exchange."

[Sivio]

New Danvers, Homeworld, Decart System
"Your Excellency," stated the Minister of Resources. "The Aradox Outpost seemed to have suffered an explosion. The source is still unknown as of yet and was dangerously close to where they refine the tylium for our fleet."

"I want someone to lead the investigation," said Williams. "I have some ideas on who might have caused it. Maybe pirates, someone on the inside, a potential war enemy. Either way, find who's responsible and bring him to Incarceron."

"Yes, Your Excellency," the Minister said. Then he exited the office.

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Aradox Outpost
Several raptors were outside Deck 34 shining lights towards it. Inside, were several people looking around seeing if there was anything salvageable. There was scorch marks and debris everywhere, even some bodies. "What could have caused this?" said Derit, second in command of the Outpost. "We should be lucky the explosion didn't reach the tylium. Otherwise the whole outpost could have gone up in a fiery explosion."

"Derit, you better come look at this," someone said. When Derit came over, the guy shined a light on the wall with a charred body. Next to it was a phrase. "For the Republic?" Derit said in a confusing manner.

"What does it mean?" someone asked.

"It means someone wants the Empire to be dismantled and pave the way for a new republic," Derit said. "Start taking pictures of everything for the investigative unit. And as soon as possible, start making repairs. Whoever did this, clearly had a motive to destroy Sivio's best tylium refinery."

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New Mecca, Edge of Sivion Space
"Attention unknown vessel, you are entering Sivion Space," someone stated. "Please state the nation you hail from and your intent. If you do not respond, you will be asked to turn around." The New Mecca system was always the most paranoid out of all Sivion citizens, sometimes even with other citizens of Sivio.

[The Fallen Jedi]

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Alpha O1-7 General Ulysses
Battlefleet Tempest
Deep Space

The sudden appearance of Prime Commander Shovan shocked the entirety of the Masaki Guardians aboard the ship, while causing Ulysses' Admiralty Throne to turn towards the Prime Commander, his fingers clasped in between each other casually. Considering the fact that the Collective was able to create two artificial systems in such a short amount of time, Ulysses hypothesized that they would be capable of teleportation capabilities, and how right he was. "Before we go any further into this conversation..." Ulysses began, sitting patiently and expectantly upon his throne as he continued "I'm sure that my soldiers want to know: how were you able to teleport onto this ship without have any prior knowledge about the designs of this class of vessel." There was very little left for Ulysses to speak about, considering the fact that the Collective was unable to provide any insight on the Far Outsiders, whom the Dynasty viewed as a potential threat to the continued existence of the Galaxy, how the Prime Commander responded would determine the viability of continued interaction with the Collective.

[The Fallen Jedi]

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Emperor Sanji Masaki
Imperium Throne Room
Reserdan System

Ryaku frowned in disappointment at the discovery that the reproduction of Empress Kimala's species was rather slow, meaning that it was likely that the next available generation of Xihallulẽcholiča would arrive to the Order after the Grand Master's own life "That is unfortunate to hear Empress Kimal, I was so desperately hoping to see at least some of your next generation would be able to learn of a more broader scale of understanding the power of the Nexus and exploring all of it's properties..." Ryaku's frown was eventually replaced by a smile "But I suppose that exchanging our knowledge of the Nexus will be equally beneficial." Rising up from his seat, Ryaku turned to Sanji "Do excuse me brother, but if the Order is to prepare for an Information Exchange with the Empress and her people I must speak to the Council in regards to this update." Ryaku glanced back to Empress Kimal and gave a small smile and a nod "I'm sure that the Order will be most thankful for your willingness to partake in a mutual agreement between us, I expect nothing but the best to come out of our future relations."

As Ryaku began to make his way down the set of stairs, Sanji would then bring his full attention back to the Empress "Now that we have all of this business out of the way, would it be possible for you to accompany me to the Averian Senate so we can make our arrangements with your nation official, I'm sure that the senate would be quite interested in hearing your interest in becoming one of the few nations that have or wish to become allied to the Imperium."

[The Republic of Atria]

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Alpha O1-7 General Ulysses
Battlefleet Tempest
Deep Space

The sudden appearance of Prime Commander Shovan shocked the entirety of the Masaki Guardians aboard the ship, while causing Ulysses' Admiralty Throne to turn towards the Prime Commander, his fingers clasped in between each other casually. Considering the fact that the Collective was able to create two artificial systems in such a short amount of time, Ulysses hypothesized that they would be capable of teleportation capabilities, and how right he was. "Before we go any further into this conversation..." Ulysses began, sitting patiently and expectantly upon his throne as he continued "I'm sure that my soldiers want to know: how were you able to teleport onto this ship without have any prior knowledge about the designs of this class of vessel." There was very little left for Ulysses to speak about, considering the fact that the Collective was unable to provide any insight on the Far Outsiders, whom the Dynasty viewed as a potential threat to the continued existence of the Galaxy, how the Prime Commander responded would determine the viability of continued interaction with the Collective.

Shovan would have snickered were he capable of facial expressions at everyone jumping as he arrived. It was always at least a little bit amusing. "You have no reason to be afraid, I mean you no harm. I apologize for the sudden appearance, but I figured this would be much easier since you wished to have a conversation. As for how I got here, it's quite simple really. We at the Collective have extraordinarily powerful sensor systems. We can detect atomic movement up to a lightyear away. Your ship possessed an interior, unlike our vessels, as well as breathable gases, primarily Oxygen and Nitrogen. Which we inferred to mean that ship ship was intended for use by organics. As a result, it was simply a matter of using some transdimensional warping technology I have built into my chassis. I can teleport up to half a lightyear away." He explained. "My chassis is designed to hold singularities and considerable amounts of dark matter. Which is why I didn't bother bringing any guards. Unless you're willing to hit me with an explosive device powerful enough to reduce this remarkable ship into molten slag, I've nothing to worry about. That, and bringing armed guards aboard a ship filled with people we've just met would be cause for alarm."

He felt that was a decent explanation. "Now that we've gotten introductions out of the way. Is there anything the Collective can offer to assist you in any way?" He asked in a polite tone. "I do have another question though. I stated earlier that we detected breathable gases in your fleet. Meaning that organics must use these ships, but I detect purely synthetic bodies here. If I may ask, where are they? And if they no longer exist, why do your ships posses these structural weaknesses?" He asked with a purely curious tone.

[The Fallen Jedi]

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Alpha O1-7 General Ulysses
Battlefleet Tempest
Deep Space
The Memories Come Flooding Back

"If I may ask, where are they?"

Ulysses paused, closing his eyes and letting out a mechanical sigh "To get the more important question out of the way, the former organics that once accompanied the Dynasty during it's golden days have either died out or have been exiled for crimes against the Dynasty itself." The tone in Ulysses' voice indicated that the topic of the Grand Warlord and his treacherous Brother were rather sensitive to most of the Masaki Guardians "As you've informed us that you are relatively new to this Galaxy, allow me to speak to you about the Age of the Old Guard..." The usual hustle and bustle of the bridge came to a crashing halt as the Guardians listened in on the conversation "You see, Prime Commander, there were two organics who led the Old Masaki Dynasty during one of it's most trying times as well as it's most prosperous time, the name of the Grand Warlord, the one who was responsible for directly overseeing the affairs of our empire is Kazuko Masaki, who the Guardians have come to know as The Peacekeeper." Ulysses' tone began to darken as he brought up the Vice Warlord "The one who led in the shadow of the Grand Warlord, his brother and the supposed heir to the title of Grand Warlord is remembered as Asumar Masaki, or The Defiler." Ulysses sneered with venom laced in his voice, not towards the Prime Commander, but in regards to the Vice Warlord.

"Both of them have long since died, thousands of years prior to the age that we live in now, and we, the Dynasty are nothing more than a mere fraction of our former selves..." Ulysses took a long pause to take in the words he had spoken. To remember what happened all of those years ago made the aged General somewhat sentimental "Do forgive me, the memories of these events are particularly a sensitive topic for the Guardians who have lived during my generation." Shaking off the memories of the past, the Aged Masaki Guardian continued "We have maintained these halls for two reasons." Ulysses raised his hand slightly and raised one finger up "First and foremost, the halls that your sensors have mapped out are rather few in number aboard our current generation of warships, but remain in existence due to the fact that it brings those who lived during my generation, who compose nearly 40% of our remaining forces a sense of normalcy, as they are used to them, and secondly, we are awaiting the arrival of the next members of the species in which Lord Kazuko and Vice Warlord Asumar originate from to claim legitimacy over the Dynasty." What Ulysses had said was a form of lie while secretly being the truth of the same time.

The Dynasty had the ability to manipulate the Cosmic Phenomena known as The Nexus to a variety of effects, including restoring those who were long since dead, back to the plane of existence: a contingency plan that was to be enacted in the event of the Vice Warlord's return as well as any telltale signs that he was prepared to launch a assault upon the Galaxy yet again would the Grand Warlord himself be revived to lead the Dynasty once again "Aside from that, the Dynasty, even though in it's weakened state at the moment does not require any form of assistance, during the Great Age of Isolation, we locked ourselves away from the Galaxy and built upon the last remaining bastions that we held within our grasp. Even though we are weak, we have learnt from our mistakes and adapted to them accordingly." Ulysses stated with an iota of pride.

[The Republic of Atria]

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Alpha O1-7 General Ulysses
Battlefleet Tempest
Deep Space
The Memories Come Flooding Back

"If I may ask, where are they?"

Ulysses paused, closing his eyes and letting out a mechanical sigh "To get the more important question out of the way, the former organics that once accompanied the Dynasty during it's golden days have either died out or have been exiled for crimes against the Dynasty itself." The tone in Ulysses' voice indicated that the topic of the Grand Warlord and his treacherous Brother were rather sensitive to most of the Masaki Guardians "As you've informed us that you are relatively new to this Galaxy, allow me to speak to you about the Age of the Old Guard..." The usual hustle and bustle of the bridge came to a crashing halt as the Guardians listened in on the conversation "You see, Prime Commander, there were two organics who led the Old Masaki Dynasty during one of it's most trying times as well as it's most prosperous time, the name of the Grand Warlord, the one who was responsible for directly overseeing the affairs of our empire is Kazuko Masaki, who the Guardians have come to know as The Peacekeeper." Ulysses' tone began to darken as he brought up the Vice Warlord "The one who led in the shadow of the Grand Warlord, his brother and the supposed heir to the title of Grand Warlord is remembered as Asumar Masaki, or The Defiler." Ulysses sneered with venom laced in his voice, not towards the Prime Commander, but in regards to the Vice Warlord.

"Both of them have long since died, thousands of years prior to the age that we live in now, and we, the Dynasty are nothing more than a mere fraction of our former selves..." Ulysses took a long pause to take in the words he had spoken. To remember what happened all of those years ago made the aged General somewhat sentimental "Do forgive me, the memories of these events are particularly a sensitive topic for the Guardians who have lived during my generation." Shaking off the memories of the past, the Aged Masaki Guardian continued "We have maintained these halls for two reasons." Ulysses raised his hand slightly and raised one finger up "First and foremost, the halls that your sensors have mapped out are rather few in number aboard our current generation of warships, but remain in existence due to the fact that it brings those who lived during my generation, who compose nearly 40% of our remaining forces a sense of normalcy, as they are used to them, and secondly, we are awaiting the arrival of the next members of the species in which Lord Kazuko and Vice Warlord Asumar originate from to claim legitimacy over the Dynasty." What Ulysses had said was a form of lie while secretly being the truth of the same time.

The Dynasty had the ability to manipulate the Cosmic Phenomena known as The Nexus to a variety of effects, including restoring those who were long since dead, back to the plane of existence: a contingency plan that was to be enacted in the event of the Vice Warlord's return as well as any telltale signs that he was prepared to launch a assault upon the Galaxy yet again would the Grand Warlord himself be revived to lead the Dynasty once again "Aside from that, the Dynasty, even though in it's weakened state at the moment does not require any form of assistance, during the Great Age of Isolation, we locked ourselves away from the Galaxy and built upon the last remaining bastions that we held within our grasp. Even though we are weak, we have learnt from our mistakes and adapted to them accordingly." Ulysses stated with an iota of pride.

Shovan listened intently and patiently as Ulysses explained what was going on. He didn't quite understand the reason behind their "waiting for a leader." If the Collective needed a leader, it was simply a matter of finding the most experienced member at that point and appointing him, and that was rare, given how few duties beyond their normal jobs that their leaders actually had, and how rarely they either stepped down or died. Given how little infrastructure the Collective bothered with in the name of efficiency, it simply just didn't make any sense to him. But he wasn't going to criticize them for it. That would be rude to their guests. "I see. I apologize for asking about such a sensitive topic. I figured it would be at least a little bit rude to hack your systems and find out that way." He said trying to inject a little humor into the situation to lighten up the conversation a bit. "But I am happy to see that you're still trudging on. If we had surrendered during our near extinction, we would not be the powerhouse we are today." He said motioning his arms to the artificial solar systems.

"What you see here is the fifth largest fleet in the Collective. Five world builders, three hundred and fifty billion units, seventeen billion combat drones, five hundred million soldiers. Two Dyson spheres and one hundred and thirty thousand ships. Originally, we considered bringing the largest fleet, but there was much heated debate about how bringing 50 solar systems, hundreds of worlds, trillions of units and millions of combat ships could be seen as aggressive. So we figured that this was a solid middle ground. Enough vessels to defend ourselves if we deem it necessary, but not too many as to be seen as aggressive." He explained. "But enough to demonstrate our grasp on technology and science. If you have no further inquires, I must say that it is very much a pleasure to meet another synthetic race. And if you ever need assistance, please do not hesitate."

[Higher Japan]

Tedstantium Solar system

The bombers soon return for a second run as a few more explosions shook the entire ship as the lights flickered, while the ships inside the cruiser were suddenly sliding downwards. "Fire the suspensions cables!" Someone shouted as a lever was pulled, causing a few cables with claws fired, punching into the hulls of the ship and held it in place, but it still caused most people inside to be thrown slightly.

"Director! We're getting high readings of radiation. A battle group has jumped out." The radar officer said as more bombers came in, before they joined and began their attack run as they released laser fire and bombs onto the ship, causing more damage to it as the lasers took down some.

"We have no choice, set course for the base. Jump when ready."

"Yes ma'am, preparing for jump, engines ready, jumping!"

As the officer said this, they pulled down the lever, causing the ship to go into hyper space as they barely made it out alive. The vessel had multiple holes in it as some parts that were on fire slowly went out as they jumped out of hyper space and cruised back to the base. As they entered and went through the shields, they eventually docked as some of the crew brought a concentrated flamethrower, blasting the doors to the ship down.

[Khasinkonia]

Qali'šitahi à Thakurewecheteko ・ Ajbitãl: 3;384・ Reserdan • Lochešišexitlanu

"Most certainly," she responded, "I haven't much else to do for a while anyway, so, if you'd be willing, I might like to tour your palace in person after we've met with this senate of yours. If you, or perhaps an associate of yours, should like to see my home, I could perhaps arrange a tour. Speaking of tours, I'd like a word with your senate on the matter of tourism if they seem amiable enough. We've got no shortage of wonders, natural and artificial, from aeons of nothing much else to do, so, if I see I can trust your citizenry to be well behaved, I perhaps might look into reinstating the visa. But I've digressed. I look forward to seeing your senate."

Kimalãchumiyongiti then floated down to the base of the steps, and hovered just above the ground, as if awaiting to be accompanied.

[Holy Tedalonia]

Tedstantium Solar system

Unspecified Location, Unspecified Base
As the sounds of explosions and bombing runs cease; the sounds of men shouting and extinguishing flames. The sounds of landing was also previously heard after they had jumped. The evacuees were scared, terrified, and mournful. The crew leading the evacuation unsure what to do next. Elric thought that they couldn't last long by staying in their ships. As the crew argued about the next thing to do; Elric grabs the comms and communicated. During mid sentence of Elrics communication did they realize what he was doing. They gave him angry stares as he talks.

Strangers, we apologize for our paranoid behavior. You see we lack info on the galaxy, and we have recently lost our planet. We are willing to talk as long as you agree to our terms. We don't ask much. We will send one personal outside the ship to negotiate. This person shall remain unharmed, and the personal will be unarmed. Failure to follow these terms will result with complete isolation of each other. I hope you can agree to these terms.

Several crew members start shouting at Elric. They were discontent with his decision.

When the anger died down one asked, "who's going out there? I not I don't trust them!"

Elric said, "I will. It was my idea and decision I will be going."

This quieted the discontent crew members, but their anger was not masked. Elric tired of the anger and shouting walks out of the room prepared for his meeting with the strangers who could have saved them or could have kidnapped them.

[The Fallen Jedi]

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Alpha O1-7 General Ulysses
Battlefleet Tempest
Deep Space

Ulysses paused for a few seconds, he had been analyzing the data he received from his interaction with Prime Commander Shovan, and while it only provided basic information that would only provide a grasp on the capabilities of this Collective, It would still be useful information regardless. O7 smiled as he replied "I believe that I have gathered the information necessary to determine that you have shown no ill will towards this Galaxy, nor are you the one responsible for the destruction of the United Systems. I also thank you for your cooperation with my inquiries and I surely do hope that we will have a chance to interact with each other in the future." Ulysses stood and watched as Prime Commander Shovan disappeared from the Intrepid Conqueror and returned to his Collective Fleet. Silence permeated the atmosphere for a moment as the Guardians watched not in stunned silence, but awaiting what their General would order next.

Ulysses turned out into the view port of the bridge, staring out at the Collective fleet that stood before him. He felt that the answer to the United System's destruction was near, but he was missing something. He had gone to Andropov to investigate the damages, but he had turned nothing up that would help them discover the answer to their problem. Perhaps the answer was back where it all began, was the answer still there on Andropov and under their noses after all this time? Before anyone could ask for further orders, Ulysses turned towards the majority of the Masaki Guardians aboard the ship "Inform the rest of the fleet to chart a course towards Andropov and divert all nonessential power to both the engines and the hyperdrive. I want to be there in record breaking time!" Ulysses barked his orders, watching as those who were aboard the bridge rushed to relay these orders to the rest of the fleet "The answer is close, I know it to be so." Ulysses remarked to himself, his entire fleet turning away from the Collective fleet and jumping into hyperspace, their location being Andropov.

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Emperor Sanji Masaki
Averian Senate
Reserdan System

The Senate had been in session for about ten minutes as they had been talking about a previous bill that would discuss giving some members of the Imperium of Averius a form of autonomy due to their part in bringing about an end to the Great Galactic Revolution however talks of this bill were interrupted as soon as the announcement was made that the Emperor met someone known as Empress Kimalãchumiyongiti of the Xihallulẽcholiča Empire. While the majority of the senators, as well as the Chancellor himself was unable to properly speak the Empress' full name, they had decided to simply go with the name of Kimal. It took a few minutes for everything to be set up in order to let the Empress speak on behalf of her nation as well as lie out the reasons as to why she wanted to establish relations with the Imperium. Sanji had also informed the more level headed senators of the Averian Senate that she would also explain as to why the Xihallulẽcholiča Empire was forced to establish relations with the United Systems in the first place.

"Greetings my fellow senators of the Imperium of Averius." Chancellor Ludvig Maxis stated towards the amassed senators, who remained silent as the Chancellor began the proceedings "I am pleased to announce that a new Intergalactic Leader has decided to approach the Imperium with the desire to establish formal diplomatic communications between us and the Xihallulẽcholiča Empire." The Chancellor silenced himself for a moment before continuing "I am pleased to announce that the Empress of the Xihallulẽcholiča Empire is here with us today as well, and I am pleased to formally give the stand to the Empress herself, Empress Kimal of the Xihallulẽcholiča Empire." Maxis stood away from the stand and gestured to Empress Kimal while the senators began to clap, with some of them even giving a standing ovation to this mysterious Intergalactic Leader.

[Khasinkonia]

Qali'šitahi à Thakurewecheteko ・ Ajbitãl: 3;384・ Reserdan • Lochešišexitlanu

"Greetings to all of you," Kimalãchumiyongiti began, "It is my pleasure to introduce myself as Kimalãchumiyongitillayi of Qali'šitahi à Thakurewecheteko, or the Empire of the Xihallulẽcholiča. I apoligise in advance for any errors I make. I've never justified my decisions in front of any sort of council before, and this is not my mother tongue. That being said, allow me to begin. The civilisation and species from which I hail is the second oldest in the galaxy, and possibly the universe, after the gods, whom I believe are known as Celestials to you, themselves. In our aeons of existence, we have seen many a civilisation wax, wane, and eventually fade away. In all my disdain for Andropov, however, I must give them credit for having one of the most spectacular falls from glory in the galaxy that we have on record. The result of this collapse, as I'm sure you, being the people who caused it, left quite a bit of carnage. We sent out probes to examine the results of the collapse of Andropov, and discovered your civilisation. We examined your mannerisms, behaviors, and policies to acquire a better understanding of how your nation functioned, and what your intents were. Our findings indicated that you have put much effort into taming the remains of Andropov, thus, we deemed your civilisation to have potential for friendship with us. Thus, we decided to initiate first contact—something which we rarely do—to inquire as to this possibility. I sincerely hope that both our peoples may be given the honours of knowing each other."

Kimalãchumiyongiti then hovered leisurely, awaiting a response to her short speech.

[The Fallen Jedi]

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Emperor Sanji Masaki
Averian Senate
Reserdan System

As to be expected, there were mutterings from fellow senators within the room, especially in regards to what were known as Celestials. Their name had been long since forgotten to many as their legacy and impact in the creation of the Aquila Galaxy was something that very few people in this day in age were aware of. Even Emperor Sanji himself was puzzled by the name of Celestial, very few archives within the Nexus Temple contained this information, and as a Nexus Master would Sanji have access to almost all of the inscriptions within nearly every single temple that the Order of the Nexus had. The mutterings continued until a voice from within the crowd spoke up "I have a question for the Empress of the Xihallulẽcholičan Empire." A heavily accented voice spoke from the crowd of mutterings.

"The chair recognizes the representative of New Europa." Maxis replied in kind, the holodisplay showing an image of the relatively middle aged senate from the world of New Europa.

The world of New Europa was one of the few worlds that resisted the oppressive stranglehold of the United Systems of Andropov and was quite outspoken in regards to former allies of the United Systems. However, this particular senator, Senator Adrian Rokossovsky was well known for his moderate standing and while he would initially be apprehensive of former United System allies, depending on their responses to his questions would he decide on how to react. "As the Emperor has informed me, your predecessors chose to ally with the United Systems in fear that their dominating numbers would wipe away your empire, while I am totally aware of the fact as to how the United Systems declared war on your nation. I would like to know why your advanced technology would not have been enough to wipe out the United Empire during their zenith."

"I agree with my colleague from New Europa." Another voice called out from the crowd, this particular senator originated from a world that had been fighting the United Systems for years prior to a well organized rebellion gathering, these were the Golden Horde Tribe, a group of near-humans who had existed thousands of years before even the Great Galactic Revolution had begun. They were also responsible for providing the Imperium with the bulk of their armed forces "I'm sure that with all the advanced technology that you are rumored to have, surely you could have had the ability to at least take on the United Systems in a one on one war and at least end up with a stalemate. The people of Valinor had been fighting the United Systems years prior to even the Great Galactic Revolution taking place and we survived through all the bloodshed over those years."

[Higher Japan]

Tedstantium Solar system

Unspecified Location, Unspecified Base

"Very well then, we will now be busting the door down." The soldier said as the crew go to work, cutting the metal door down as the doors to the base was shut in order to prevent snow from entering. "Weather report: Blizzard incoming in 5, fighters returning soon. Please note that all crew are to lock down any openings in the base." The cold metallic voice said as the core for it sat in the room, suspended in the room like GLaDOS as virtual screens circled her as calculations were made.

"Director, please, just listen. We could capture them all and test them but no, you're choosing to save them. Forgive me, but i have no choice." The engineer behind her said as she walked to the hangar as he pulled out a laser pistol. As she heard the metal clanking, she turned and shot his heart as his body then fell to the ground along with all his equipment.

"You two, on me and you. Get this shit cleaned up." She said as two guards nodded and followed her, while another man pushed the body into an incinerator as she walked away, the flames bursting upwards. As she boarded the monorail carriage, anyone that looked on either side could see the factories, divided only be glass and the carriage as they eventually came to a turn which revealed a single docking bay on the right as a large ship docked in while some landing crew directed it into the bay. " I see the Aeon is going well, are there any problems." She said into the phone as she dialed a number, linking to the control station built onto the side facing the doors at the top of the wall.

"No director, all is going well and current test are proof of that."

"Good, continue and we might just back a new branch under your command."

She said before she hang up as the last patrol of five fighters came in on the left hangar. As the monorail stopped and she walked out, she was greeted by rows of soldiers as they stood in rows, awaiting her as the representative was brought out by two guards after the doors were busted."Well, let's begin the introduction. The name's Vivian, and to you it's Director Vivian. Now, take a seat as we bring you through to the meeting room." She said as he was brought onto the monorail carriage, before it was launched, this time going slow enough to allow them to see the view of the insides.

[Naval Monte]

Unknown Regions, Chandrian Sector, Proxia Romnia System

"Lieutenant. Report in, what do our scanners have for us?"

Admiral Saronis of the Romania defense fleet looked down at the trench inside the battleship as the officers down below were all interacting with holographic interfaces, each one silent as their moves touched to the holographic that they can feel thanks to the specialized gloves that triggered the sensation of touch on their nerves. Most of the officers were communicating mentally with either their muses, their AI assistants, or with the many other AIs and virtual crew members who uploaded their minds to work on the virtual mainframe of the ship.

"Our scanners haven't detected anything now, the pirate fleet as fled the system sir." Lieutenant Arker replied back. The admiral sighed as he moved to the floating chair suspended in the air thanks to mechanical arms connected to the ceiling. As he sat down his vision was flooded by streams of data thanks to the augmented reality implants that projected the data feed on his retinas. He has trained long to ignore the various data feeds and text readouts as on a usual day he would have so much of it that if it wasn't for us muse he would be lost on trying to siff through it all.

"Typical pirate behavior. Try to scare us into thinking that they will attack only to turn tail and fly away. Cowards, that lot of them." the admiral whose lifespan reached the early hundreds thought as he remember back when he first came to the system. Back in his younger years the Proxia Romnia System was just a newly established colony world whose main purpose was for marine agriculture and marine research along with gathering water for the other colonies. Back then almost every day pirates and other criminals would try to invade the system to steal both technology and people for ransom and in that time he was a rear admiral.

Saronis looked back at those early years of the colonies with fondness when it comes to conflicts yet it always had a bittersweet tang to his mouth as many of these pirates always attacked their people, a reason why the United Protectorate Space Command was always on edge when it comes to their colonies. It was during the time when they began to expand close to former territories that was once own by the now defunct United Systems. Admiral Wulff Saronis was also present during those expansions whenever he was called into to assist the fleet during that period, it was during that period in colonial history that he rose the ranks to where he is now.

The skyscraper-shaped battleship orbit around the oceanic water, the few land mass being visible being natural and artificial islands that scatter throughout the vast oceans along with massive floating cities. Underneath the ocean are submerged cities, military bases and outposts and scientific and corporate facilities made on the sea bed close to the surface of the sea. As the admiral looked at the holographic projection of the surface half of the world one of the infomorphs appeared in his view as a holographic screen appeared in his point of view.

"Admiral Saronis, our long range scanners have detected a fleet in the Andropov system." the admiral was intrigued with what he heard since from what he remember no one has lay claim to the Andropov system since the fall of the United Systems. "Are they pirate ships?" he asked the infomorph officer. "We thought the same but none of the ship's match any known pirate vessels." the admiral stayed silent as he contemplated on the news. An unknown fleet orbiting a planet that was once owned by a former intergalactic power. There was always a chance that this was the Imperium wanting to claim the system as themselves or looking for any remaining members of the United Systems or even remnants of the United System fleeing to the system for sanctuary,

"Send this information to command and tell them that I request my fleet to investigate the mysterious fleet." the infomorph did as commanded and after waiting for a while the admiral will see the virtual officer appear again. "Command has been informed sir, they also gave you the clear to investigate the unknown fleet." Admiral Saronis determine face show no hint of emotions but for the old admiral he was somewhat excited to have a break from the monotony of always monitoring the system.

The various ships throughout the system all began to converge around the battleship Carminia. "Engage the warp field, our destination is the Andropov system." the admiral would see the other ships being enveloped by a warp field as space-time bends around the ships and flings them forward to their destination. Soon the Kariminia would be envelop in it's own warp field and was sent forward through spacetime.

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Andropov System

When the fleet arrived in the system they knew the fleet would detect them, there was no way they would not notice the warp fields disrupting and the sudden arrival of a fleet. Saronis knew that if he dropped the fleet several miles back it would have lessen their chances of being detected but he wanted to address the unknown fleet the presence of the United Protectorate Astral Navy.

Admiral Saronis looked down at the planet below and saw to his horror that the entire planet was glassed, he can tell be the appearance of the surface alone as he saw the images of the past colonies that were glassed by the Shadow Makers during the Arcanum War. The fleet above the planet was nothing he saw as their design match none spotted by the Protectorate. "Lieutenant Arker, try to establish a link with the fleet. I want to speak with them."

The lieutenant and others remained silent of the idea, any of them who doubted the admiral's action all kept silent as they worked to establish a communication link with the unknown fleet. As the officers worked on getting a link the admiral watch the unknown ships, playing in his head how this scenario will play out and what to do should they become hostile. He reasoned that the fleet still has some good distance away from the fleet so missiles and slugs fired by their MACs can still work. They can launch drone fighters to distract the fleet as they try to flee from the system.

However as he thought of what to do encase of conflict he thought on what to do if they decide to talk with them and he figure that staying neutral as far as tone was concern was a must. "Sir, we have established contact with the unknown fleet." Arker reported. "Good work Lieutenant, patch us through." the lieutenant didn't hear the admiral mutter on his hopes that the aliens won't blast them to pieces.

Inside the command bridge of the Carimina a holographic screen showing the bridge of the unknown ship along with the occupants would emerge. the admiral got off his chair and stood tall in front of the projection "This is Admiral Wulff Saronis of the United Protectorate Astral Navy. We have detected your fleet in this system and have come to investigate as to the reasons why." he said in a neutral tone as he know stood up. "We have no encounter any ships of your designs, please address to us who you are and what was the state of the planet before our arrival?" the admiral made sure he didn't make it sound like he was accusing the fleet of glassing the world because as it stance there is a good chance that they have come to the world and it was like this already. There is too many maybes for him to be sure of anything at the moment.

[Holy Tedalonia]

Unspecified Location, Unspecified Base

Elric hadn't expected that this group would be a bit forceful in breaking down doors, but he shrugged it off. As he sat in his chair he couldn't help, but wonder why this Vivian person was so mean. They're was a certain lack of caring about Elric being a diplomat that worried Elric. The ride was quiet on the monorail. Elric was unsure if he should talk or remain silent. As he watched them pass by impressive hangers and factories that he couldn't imagine what their producing; Elric couldn't help, but wonder why he doesn't know them. If the Tedalonians had found them they would immediately try to start trading. As the monorail ride ends Elric suppresses these thoughts, and entered the room where they were going to have they're meeting.

Elric started to speak as he sat in a seat, "I am Elric Travenburg. Nice to meet you Director Vivian. I represent the evacuees from Tedstantia from the Tedstantium Solar System. We are glad you were their to rescue us, but may I ask why? You obviously are a esteemed group of people, and you seemed to have rescued a bunch of simple and humble civilians evacuating from a invaded world."

Elric was glad his father had taught him how to speak politely and formal-like. This may be important for when the evacuees deal with formal meetings like this one. Elric eyed Vivian curiously unsure what to make of her.

[Higher Japan]

She then leaves the carriage as she sits in the opposite seat as a droid brought a bottle of alcohol which was placed in the middle of the table as she pressed something on her tablet which closed the doors. "You see, we have a wide network of spies within the galaxies. They're called synths which are robots that can't be separated from humans. Recently we've gotten some reports of your world being attacked and as such sent a small task force to pick whatever is left" She says smoothly as she finishes a shot of beer as she refilled it, before a guard came up to her and said something.

"Well, i have other planets to set base on, so Vixen will now take over this." She said as she packed up and left as the Aeon could be heard taking off. After a few more minutes, when the director couldn't be within range of the base gas started to flood into the room as they it knocked them out. The last thing Elric would see would be a faint figure kicking him out as the guards put mask on while giving him looks of pity which was changed when she turned around as a command was given to take them to a chamber. As they were dragged off,she grabbed the bottle. In the hangar, the evacuees were then knocked out as gas was flooded into their ships as they were taken to a chamber.

When they came to, they would find themselves strapped to a chair as two guards stood with electric staffs at the door in a black room. The moment they came to, they would be tested on by being hit with high voltage as scientist kept record. "good, good." Vixen said as she sat in the officer, admiring the scene from the computers while taking a few more shots.

[Turmenista]

Myra Wail
The Marathon

“It is better than staying at Heaven’s Gate. I was looking for a way off, and you might have been a heaven-send… pun not intended. Is the Black Box all that your friend wants? Or is there anything else of interest? And more importantly, do you and your friend… have any history of animosity? I was.. brought to Heaven’s Gate due to an acquaintance of mine. I don’t want to die thanks to an acquaintance of yours.”

Zasha Farslider
The Marathon, Enroute to Foundry, Slipspace

"As far as I know," Zasha began, "All he wants us to do is get the box, and figure out exactly what happened to his ship, then report back here. Last time I checked, the Black Box belonged to a Hadrian-class Light Cruiser; those things are small and quick, perfect for privateers like those of Heaven's Gate. I'm pretty sure that if we looked hard enough in the wreckage, we'd be able to find something interesting — at least, something that wouldn't get us killed for having it."

Zasha paused as Myra inquired about her history with Heaven's Gate's owner. She felt her cheeks go hot as she attempted to ignore the question, obviously failing. Well... there was that one date..

Zasha quickly stopped herself before she entered any further territory. "He..– well, in all honesty, the only thing I know about him is the initials of his name. Galactic Elites aren't necessarily the most lenient of people to allow any random person to go around and know their identity. But, from what I do know about him... he's an honest man." Zasha admitted. "He has a way with his words that's very persuasive, which you may relate to. So long as you aren't on his bad side — which I assure you we most definitely are not — we'll be alright. Any bad history between us is complete romance banter, nothing more and nothing less. Currently we're on his good side, and I hope to stay that way after this job. Being on the bad side of one of the Galaxy's most powerful men is not necessarily a good thing to have."

She paused, taking a look at the map. [ETA: 5 minutes.] Slipspace was weird as hell. She turned to Myra, taking the stick once more. "Did that make sense?"

[Holy Tedalonia]

-

Elric awoke to find himself in a chair strapped on by leather straps, and noticing his fellow evacuees tied up too. He cursed. He had thought he and Vivian could honor each other's terms, but this act of betrayal. The evacuees had chosen several different approaches; some hoped to die by not drinking the liquid, others tried to resist, and others went mad. Elric had a plan to escape, but it needed time, and time was something he and his evacuees didn't have. He adjust his wrists and legs constantly try to find a way to escape. They force feed Elric and his fellow evacuees if they had tried to resist, and some died within days of experiments, however Elric did not lose hope. In the coming months he will escape, but not without exacting revenge.

[The Republic of Atria]

Response to Ulysses

A General? And with a not insignificant fleet size, and based on their deep scans, technology only moderately behind theirs. "We are responsible for the creation of these artificial worlds." He replied. "And I can reaffirm that I, nor the Collective has any ill intent for this galaxy. Believe me when I say that if we did, you would know." He explained. "This is a combination of exploration and expansion. Any resources we take are from worlds that would be completely unable to house any form of life, like those within a certain range of a star, or gas giants. The stars that we take have no planets within 500 million kilometers, and we've always believed that asteroid belts are fair game. Don't be intimidated by our fleet size, we've no intention of using it for anything beyond the protection of our worlds." Shovan explained. He was reading the scans that the Collective had take of the ships, and was surprised to find that despite the ships all possessing breathable environments, there were no organics aboard. Only mechanical lifeforms. That meant at some point, they either served or worked with organics. Otherwise there'd be no reason for their ships to have such things.

"I apologize, but we know nothing about who would be responsible for such a thing. As I stated previously, we've only just arrived, but if you wish to meet me in person..." He said, ending the transmission, and then teleported into the bridge of Ulysses's ship. "Greetings." Prime Commander Shovan greeted. "You requested that we meet in person. Well I am now here. What did you wish to discuss?"

Response to The Altaran

Military Commander Jackson took the next call since Shovan had to deal with the other fleet personally. Which was a bit of a doozy compared to the others. An entire planet had just warped into the system. Which meant that some group of people had the technology and resources comparable to theirs in order to construct such a vessel. They had sent a greeting, identifying themselves as the Altaran, and wondering who they were. Jackson sent them a response containing their basic information. The name of their species, the fact that they came to this galaxy from another for exploration and expansion purposes, insisting that they no reason to pick a fight with anyone beyond self defense, and that they looked forward to future relations.

"Ah, the... Collective.", said Ulthan as he read the message. "Interesting. They are the first non hostile aliens we have come across in a few centuries."

The technician began speaking. "Uhm, my lord..."

"What is it?"

"A Risen fleet has been following us."

"What?! Why did you tell me only now?!"

"Well...", he shuddered. "They have been using magic to conceal themselves from our sensors for some time. They warped out as soon as their spell wore off, which was just moments ago..."

"All the more reason to be friends with this... Collective. Send another message. Tell them that if they are willing, we will have an exchange of diplomats."

The Collective awaited their response, and as they were waiting, they picked up on several ships trailing the Altaran and fast approaching their systems. The Altaran was interested in a diplomatic exchange and Jackson contemplated it for a moment and then replied, asking for where on their worldship should Jackson meet them, and informing them that all Collective worlds have much higher gravity than a normal planet, as well as no breathable gases on top of that, and that he recommended bringing something to counter that so that their diplomat doesn't get injured. "Get the fleet into defensive positions. Again. The Remnant were peaceful, but I don't get the feeling that everyone here is going to be as amicable." He commanded and at his word, the thousands of destroyers cruisers and dreadnoughts shifted into a formation, ready to fire upon anything given the word. He couldn't help but feel at least a little bit of pride at seeing the fleet move. It was a thing of beauty and awe. And it was rare that he actually got to see an entire fleet lay waste to something.

[Khasinkonia]

Qali'šitahi à Thakurewecheteko ・ Ajbitãl: 3;384・ Reserdan • Lochešišexitlanu

The Empress sighed, and clasped her hands together.

"Valid questions, all of them," she said slowly, "I suppose I ought to leave this explanation to my personal historian and political analyst. Please provide your warmest welcomes to Emeterumatuldipallayi."

At this, Emeterumatuldi and the Empress switched places, and the historian began to speak.

"The answers to your questions lie in this rhyme:
One thing you should know
A long time ago
Long before your nation
We were faced with great trepidation
We wanted Andropov to die
But our men were terrified
That they might perish
And lose lives so rich
Thus is our culture
An empire of vultures
With great wisdom
Powerful weaponry
But unfortunately cowardly
Thus we abstained to fight
Even if we knew we were not in the right.
In simpler, less artistic terms, a ruler is only as powerful as their subjects allow them to be. And, while we possessed the power to more than annihilate them, our populace desired no such thing. They preferred to leave an evil empire in peace to fighting a war in which they might lose some lives. Stability and peace are the two things valued most in our culture, and, unfortunately, that sometimes prevents us from doing what is right."

The historian paused and adjusted his garb for a moment before continuing.

"Thus, we can only apoligise. Our empire is next to unbeatable in a defensive war, but our morale in offensive wars is almost cripplingly low. In short, while we had the physical capabilities to wipe the world clean of Andropov, our people did not desire to take such a risk in removing a reasonable stable neighbour, despite the warnings of their leaders. And that brings us here. The other reason we have come is to apoligise for our previous actions, or rather lack thereof. Our people have been convinced by the collapse of Andropov that it is better to find problems than it is to wait until they have become big enough to be noticeable. We desire to help you police the galaxy, and prevent anything like Andropov from happening again."

[Sivio]

Ico Fleet Shipyards, Ico System, Sivio
"For the last time, Commander," said Grand Admiral John P. Kent. "I cannot and will not send any scouting ships beyond Sivion space without approval from the government. We are not at war, nor do I intend to start any wars with other nations."

"But Admiral, I have reason to--" said Commander Cody Higgins. They both stopped outside the Grand Admiral's office.

"This is not up for debate, Commander," Kent interrupted. "Now, don't you have training exercises to conduct with Rear Admiral Atwood? Either report to him for duty or be benched... again." Then Kent entered his office and the door shut behind him. Higgins sighed in annoyance. Then he headed to the bunks.

"Athena, Boomer, come here for a second," he said. Both were his lieutenants on his ship. "I want you to take a raptor outside of Sivion space. Investigate anything that's unusual in this sector." He handed Athena coordinates.

"Outside of Sivion space, sir?" asked Boomer. "But why? Did you manage to get a government order?" She was confused, as she was always one to follow protocol.

"That doesn't matter right now," said Higgins. "What matters is my hunch right now. I'll cover for you if anybody asks where you two are. Now go. That's an order, Lieutenants. I've already prepped a raptor in Compartment C of the Atlantis." Then they proceeded to head for the Battlestar Atlantis, his ship.

[Naval Monte]

Unknown Regions- Amarggo System

"Strange for the Grand Conclave to order us to be moved to a new system?" Said the six legged, large, vulpine-like uplifted animal to his more robotic looking friend. "I know, but the senators think the Narruvvoe is safer here since our current astral maps don't have it registered yet. Heck none of the pirates seem to flock here as much as the other systems." The robotic worker mention.

The Narruvvoe was a massive, industrial monster of a ship. A ship built almost act as a colo y a special with enough armor and weapon no to act as a fortress the Narruvvoe is in truth a massive factory, it's main product being spaceships or voidships as most Chandrians called them. The Amarggo System was a binary star system with twin red dwarf stars and while most colonies now being made are dome cities on the moons of the systems and space habitats orbiting around the planets plans were on the work for colonies on the planets themselves save for the three gas giants in the systems.

"So Vox caught last nights arena match?" The robot asked his uplift comrade. "I wouldn't miss that for the world. Calamity Maiden cheated on that match." He said, referring to a show where mechas fight against each other to win a prize. "Your just pissed that the Urban Warrior got his ass handed to him by an up start. That girl is fast becoming my new favorite." The vulpine snorted. "You can like that girl all you want I still think she shouldn't have won that match."

The two kept on chatting while eating their lunch, while Vox ate while his synthetic friend recharged his power cells. As the topic came on what they will do she nice their shift on the factory ship is done their muse all alert to them that their break was done. "Well that was fun while it lasted. See you later Vox." The uplift bid his friend farewell as they depart to deal with their respect work.

Around the system were thirty frigate, twenty destroyers and cruisers and one dreadnuaght and a carrier with a fleet of smaller carriers and other destroyers, frigates and corvettes around them. The United Protectorate Space Command as always heavily defending a new system as it was being colonized and with the presence of one of the valuable factory ships they couldn't afford to make an error that would jeopardize both the colonization effort and the Narruvvoe's safety.

[Sivio]

-snip-

Unknown Regions
"Set Condition 1 throughout the fleet," stated Rear Admiral Atwood from his office aboard the Battlestar Prometheus. Alerts were blaring throughout the ship as they had encountered another fleet. Atwood made his way to the command center.

"Attention on deck!" his XO stated. Everyone saluted.

"At ease, DRADIS?" Atwood asked as he looked up to it. "This was just supposed to be a training exercise in this system. Now I have to deal with this?"

"Multiple contacts," the XO said. "It seems they've noticed us as well. I would advise jumping out of this system back to the Shipyards." Atwood shook his head and said, "No, not risking them following us. Launch Vipers, prep the weapons." Then he looked carefully at the screen. Atwood picked up a ship to ship comm to the BS Atlantis. "Commander Higgins, are you seeing this? It may be a colony mission in this system."

"Yes, sir, I am," Higgins responded. "Weapons hold, sir?"

"Weapons hold throughout the fleet," said Atwood as he hung up. The communications officer spoke to the Viper pilots and the rest of the fleet, "Fleet, weapons hold. I repeat, weapons hold." Atwood faced her and said, "Ship to ship contact with the opposing fleet. Then give me direct contact." She nodded.

"Attention colony mission, I am Rear Admiral Atwood," stated Atwood. "I am in command of the Battlestar Prometheus and this entire fleet. We were merely going to conduct a training mission in this system. We had no idea that anybody would be here. We hail from the Federal Empire of Sivio. I am hailing you to cease hostilities before they even begin."