The Isiyi Event [FT/FT-B only]

[Pavlostani]

138 planted charges on the door. "Stand back guys." he said. Then he pressed the button and they charged into the bridge. A lone Tyllic, who didn't match One's description of Arados looked up startled. 138 lunged towards him, and injected a sedative into his bloodstream. The Tyllic drew a weapon weakly, then fell to his knees. "Soon you shall hear our song, Arados." 138 said, not realizing that this was the wrong guy, and Arados was leaving the ship.

By this point, the Spheres and long range vessels, and, most importantly, assimilators, dropped out of warp. With that, the Collective armada had completely arrived.

[Old Sarthal]

"Perhaps if we can contact one of the creatures inside the pods, we can negotiate with them." Consul Tien then dived out of the way as one of Arados's pods landed where he had been standing just moments before.

[The Holy Dominion of Inesea]

"Highly unlikely" said Poltva, "However, we need your permission to land troops to secure these aliens."

[Kistan]

Varathan, heir to the Tyllic Empire, struggled out of the biosack that had birthed him. He kicked out the hatch of his pod, already learning vital information from his father(of sorts), Arados.
I have to find the natives. Get me and my siblings hidden, if they will help.
He sprinted off to find more pods.

[Pavlostani]

The Tyllic ship was on the verge of destruction, after its pounding from Inesean ships. "I need more time!" 138 growled. They were in the process of assimilating a new vessel.
Inesea. Cease fire immediately. We can use this vessel against Arados. You want that, of course?

[Kistan]

Arados, as a human would say, was badass. He easily slew a steady stream of Pavlostanians with powerful psionic blasts. His clones on the surface had a chance to live; that was all that truly mattered to him now. They could get back to the Tyllic worlds and rebuild their race in days. They had to live.

[Pavlostani]

"Regroup!" 72 of 100 yelled. The drones on that deck were getting punished by Arados. "Ready weapons! Fire!" The plasma made no difference. "Arados!" 72 suddenly yelled. "We have assimilator class cruisers in orbit. We can assimilate whatever you sent down there. We shall add their biological and technological distinctiveness to our own if you do not cooperate. Stand down or we commit quite possibly the smallest genocide in history."

[Kistan]

Realizing that the scum would assimilate the ship if possible, Arados ran to the main Generator and started to initiate a reversal in the coolant system. That would cause an explosion powerful enough to take out a third of the ships in the system. He stood ready the guard the generator with his life, sucking up all remaining power in the ship.

OOC: got to go to dinner

[The Holy Dominion of Inesea]

We wish to stop Arados, yes. Let you assimilate a powerful new ship, No

"Set Masers to EMP, stop MACS." ordered Ararat.

On the ground, Corvettes landed and dispersed Confederate Soldiers. they dispersed and started hunting down embryos.

[Kistan]

OOC: nevermind.

[Pavlostani]

"What the hell? We're getting weird energy readings from the Tyllic ship." Three of Nine said.

On the Tyllic ship, 72 saw Arados turn heel and run. "Hey, asshole! I gave you two choices!" He said. The computer began speaking. "Coolant reversal in T minus 5 minutes." 72 stopped for a moment. "Oh... shit." He said.
This is 72 of 150 to all ships in the system! Get out, get out, get out, now!

[Kistan]

On the surface, Varathan had found a few others. He lead them into the wilds, desperate and heartbroken as he watched the battle through Arados's eyes.

[Pavlostani]

Inesea, EMP them now! Shut down the reactor!
"T minus 3 minutes until coolant reversal" 72 ran as fast as he could to the reactor room. It couldn't all fail, after all they had worked for here.

[Kistan]

As a final hope, Arathos teleported Varathan and his group straight to their homeworld. The power used was immense.

The ship was almost destroyed. The generator had stopped, ruling the ship harmless. But nothing useful survived to be assimilated... Arados stumbled through the halls.

And then the ship crashed into the Sarthalan city.

[The Holy Dominion of Inesea]

Numerous EMP Masers impacted along the hostile vessel, causing an massive damage. Meanwhile, the fleet slowly retreated backwards.

The ship is being EMP'ed. However, assimilation of that vessel is unacceptable. Abandon vessel for its destruction.

[Pavlostani]

The Minister of Defense read the notes. The Battle of Sarthal III had been an embarassing defeat. Over a hundred drones lost, and very little had been assimilated. It was even more sickening thinking that problems there may have just been beginning, or the new Tyllic threat.

[Kistan]

The remaining Tyllics fought valiantly, but they could not win. The wept as they ran, a few finding refuge. But at least least some had survived, back on their hidden homeworld.

[The Holy Dominion of Inesea]

The EMPS had no effect, as the vessel impacted with the Sarthal capital city. Fortunately, It was not where negotiations were taking place. Medical ships landed in the wrecked city.

[Old Sarthal]

Sarthal III
Atina Prykal, city center
6:11 PM, local time.
Servitor Bresh

Bresh had not had a particularly good day at work. The collective had laid off some workers, and wages were being cut across the board. As he passed the statue of Praetor Kyze that adorned Council Plaza, he chanced to look up. A falling spaceship, three kilometers long, was the last thing he ever saw.

23.2 million Sarthai were either flattened or killed by the initial explosion. The fires that then consumed the capital and most populous city of the Republik would kill many of the ten million remaining civilians in the vicinity. The radiation from the ship's reactor core would render the site uninhabitable for centuries and damage the surrounding region irreparably, as a ten percent uptick in the cancer rate would later attest. At a stroke, the Republik had been decapitated.

[Sigvardia]

The crew of the KSS Vikingr watched the unfolding spectacle through the medium of the SAC drone left in system while they re-entered the Mist. The results were not very positive.
"The drone is detecting weapons fire and some kind of energy surge. It looks like the barbarians are fighting," one Thegn said.
A nearby Dreng said, "how typical of them."
The Høvedsmann himself sighed and said, "good thing we didn't try to communicate with the savages. I don't fancy a firefight with a people so experienced in violence."
"So," the Dreng said, "what do we do?"
"It's quite simple," said Olav, "we wait for the dangerous players to get bored and go away, then we do a standard geological scan on the planets and look for useful leftovers."

[Kistan]

Varathan stared in awe of the effects of fixing the power grid. Brallax had become alive again. Hundreds of ships awaited at the docks. Unlike Arados's ship, they had 6 "wings" attached. Reading the data logs, Varathan found that the medium sized ones at the front held shield generators, the small middle ones were for comm systems and scanners, and the lerge rear ones were fighter/frigate bays.
Elsewhere, his comrades started cloning by the thousands, introducing female DNA strands as well. Their race would not perish. Another surviving colony was on Ferr, another planet in the same system, with millions of Tyllics who had sirvived the Pantheon. As the first fleet of ships launched, 40 in all, another 6 were dispatched to take in the current situation of the universe and make some allies. A message was also sent to the Sarthal System:
Sarthalians, we are sorry for the damage done to your world. We will recompensate to you.
Inesians, we cannot take back Arados's actions, but we formally apologize for firing upon you.
However, Pavlostanians, you are hereby branded an extension of the Pantheon and a sworn enemy of the Tyllic race. We learned war because of your bretheren, not from our own selves.
... You should all also know that we are not the only ones watching you.

[The canardian republic]

Za'kesh was stunned at what just happened, a great mile long ship fell onto the largest city on sarthal III, the room was silent, save the sound of the computer playing The Song Of Mourn in the background. "Send shuttles full of supplies down to the planet, give them our spare metal as well. they'll need it" Za'kesh said in a grevious tone of voice, when he decided to go to the, now largest, city on the planet. "send a message to them, tell them, we are truly sorry for your losses, we will give you all the aid we can. reenforcments are on the way to help bring food and supplies to you. I will be in the sec... Largest, city on the planet momentarily, Za'kesh out.

[Pavlostani]

One looked over his notes. The cube had been quiet since its massive losses on the Tyllic ship. He saw the message. "Two! Prepare a long range communique."
Unimatrix-000. We know that you're out there and what you did to the Tyllics. They now believe us to be allied with you. Let's not disappoint them.

[The Holy Dominion of Inesea]

To the Pavlostani Collective. By order of Ixtaccihuatl Military Command, we hereby order you to vacate the Sarthal system. You have 1 hour, Terran time.

[Pavlostani]

there has been enough death already. We shall comply. First we will drop medical supplies to the Athlai from space. Then we shall return to our space