No Longer Alone (IC)

[Turmenista]

XU DESERT

As the bombers make their exodus, a sudden and unexpected bulletstorm surges towards them. While they appear to have done massive damage, they are too big and slow to evade the torrent of high-calibre shells. A volley catches the right engine of one of the bombers, and the machine spirals out of control, crashing into the desert with one huge explosion. Eight fighters are wiped out as well, but considerable damage has been inflicted on the trenches.

The Cydron reinforcements have arrived and are now assaulting the air force base from the east, and the twenty-four soldiers still alive from the first group emerge from the dust cloud, plasma blades ignited, to confront the Turmenistans in lethal, close-quarters combat...

The soldiers charged out of the Trenches in their CYCLOPS suits, rifle bayonettes out. After hearing about Corporal Wilkin's badass moment, they charged into battle inspired. F-69 Gunships flew out from the airbase to engage the armored infantry.

Several honey badger light tanks rolled out from the war factory at Xu AFB, Immediately heading to battle. Two IFV and APC Variants respectively, 1 resupply, and 3 quad .50 cal versions, which are capable of turning someone into Soup. Just think of the possibilities on aliens!

[Hotgrat]

All humans invovled in combat operations right now are going to receive the following transmission in the box. It's sent via a direct beam so there will be no alien interception of this message.

"Sir, we're picking up signals from the ground. Comet might be correct, these are humans down there... And they're being slaughtered." The ensign showed Calso some footage from the ground showing humans being massacred by the various alien races.
"Lieutenant, open a channel to the largest military forces on the ground. The human ones. We need to coordinate our next move with them." Admiral Calso looked around the CIC and back at the footage. They were humans... He couldn't allow this to go on. At least not like this slaughter. Claso picked up the horn "All ships, prepare for fleet action. The species on the planet is human. They are being slaughtered. You know our primary directive. To defend human life. We have trained for this. Do your duties, and we'll all make it out of here alive." The Admiral put down the phone and went to the DRADIS station... They were outnumbered 20:1

Leaders of humanity,
This is Admiral Calso of the Remnants of Kobol. We are also human and it is our duty to defend human life at all cost. Our fleet is in orbit above the planet and is ready to assist. Please respond on your civilian channels with the weather report of "sunny but raining" if you wish our assistance. We will send a delegate to your to receive instructions. Electronic communications are otherwise compromised. Treat them as such.

"And you're sure that the Namira can do that?" The Admiral looked puzzled.
"Absolutely sir. They can cover that transmission beam so that it looks like weapons fire." The captain of ESW seemed quite convinced by it so it would be done.
"Well, then I see no reason why any of their ships would want to sail into our weapons fire. Do it." Calso left the captain to finish coding the transmission for the humans.

Our language is more or less Earth Latin. IC, Kobolians and Earth humans are from the same planet originally. So our languages evolved similarly. Watch BSG and then read my factbooks to completely understand... Hopefully, humans should be able to recognize that language and translate it.

The only ones that were able to pick up the communication, or actually, the only one that had time to listen in to it, was the SRDC. Of course, the communication was wierd to begin with, as it was it... Latin, maybe? It sure as heck wasn't alien. Maybe. It would take some time to translate, but seeing no reason to just outright ignore it, as it might be important, they tried sending out a reply to the frequence that it came from. Of course, finding it took time, but once it was found, the message was away. Well, after it was translated to Latin again, anyway.

This is the SRDC of the HAF, acting under command of the Hotgratian Government.
Can you confirm to us that you are not hostile?

Meanwhile.
Outskirts of Blackyard Forest.
7th HAAF Light DIvision.

The 7th HAAF had been sitting around for half an hour, when the order came for them to move into the forest. Following the order, the tanks started rolling in. Objective was to secure Oracle 5's LZ, and eliminate any hostile contacts. However, due to the ground, the tanks' speed was severly reduced. One of the only features the light tank had was gone with that. Still, the tanks continued moving in. As they did, the runway at Rendered was finally cleared out, and the jet planes flying above could finally land to refuel.

[Blakullar]

XU DESERT

The surviving tank from the first group fires its big gun at the trenches, in the hope of knocking out a reasonable number of soldiers before they reached the Cydrons. Stomping forward, it turns its Gatling lasers against the large wave of human soldiers counter-charging the Cydron infantry. The first contact involves one Cydron grappling and impaling an armoured soldier straight through the chest, easily burning through his plating. Another Cydron wrestles a screaming private to the ground and breaks his neck with one lethal punch. However, a third Cydron is speared through the eye socket by a rifle bayonet, while still another is shot in the chest by a deadly volley of machine gun fire. The exchange of blades, bullets and laserfire continues as the cloud of dust descends upon the chaotic desert brawl.

The reinforcing troops arrive at the battle zone, and the six walkers open fire on the enemy tanks and VTOLs taking off from the crippled air base. The raiders at the airport, losing another bomber and six fighters to anti-aircraft fire, proceed to bomb the target, dropping their payload. If they can at least put the airport out of action, that's enemy reinforcements put on hold. More time to set up base camp once this damn air base is taken.

[Dukats]

"Sir we recived a message from the aliens"an officer says

"What give me that...sunny but rainning...this is a lie.They probably use this to find more targets.By the way are any aliens spoted near Dukats?"

"No sir."

"We cant wait send a message to the goverments and ask them if they need our help.We cant just wait."

"Sir!Yes Sir!"

(sorry for the bad post quality)

[Blakullar]

(sorry for the bad post quality)

(Don't worry about it. Many of us seem to be in a rush anyway. I for one will be gone in a minute, so I'll continue the battle tomorrow.)

[The Remnants of Kobol]

The only ones that were able to pick up the communication, or actually, the only one that had time to listen in to it, was the SRDC. Of course, the communication was wierd to begin with, as it was it... Latin, maybe? It sure as heck wasn't alien. Maybe. It would take some time to translate, but seeing no reason to just outright ignore it, as it might be important, they tried sending out a reply to the frequence that it came from. Of course, finding it took time, but once it was found, the message was away. Well, after it was translated to Latin again, anyway.

This is the SRDC of the HAF, acting under command of the Hotgratian Government.
Can you confirm to us that you are not hostile?

"They weren't supposed to respond that way... Frak." Admiral Calso was worried that it may have been intercepted. "Well, we have no choice now. Send the raptor."

A single raptor in stealth mode departed from the Hyperion and approached the planet on a vector that would look like debris. The threw in the thrusters just a km above the ground and proceeded along the deck to where the response had been tracked. It didn't take long and the raptor set down in the courtyard of the building. They waited for the security teams to surround the raptor before opening the hatch. A single major was standing with his hands up behind his head as per military surrender protocol to show non-hostile intentions.

[Hippie Kiwis]

XU DESERT

The surviving tank from the first group fires its big gun at the trenches, in the hope of knocking out a reasonable number of soldiers before they reached the Cydrons. Stomping forward, it turns its Gatling lasers against the large wave of human soldiers counter-charging the Cydron infantry. The first contact involves one Cydron grappling and impaling an armoured soldier straight through the chest, easily burning through his plating. Another Cydron wrestles a screaming private to the ground and breaks his neck with one lethal punch. However, a third Cydron is speared through the eye socket by a rifle bayonet, while still another is shot in the chest by a deadly volley of machine gun fire. The exchange of blades, bullets and laserfire continues as the cloud of dust descends upon the chaotic desert brawl.

The reinforcing troops arrive at the battle zone, and the six walkers open fire on the enemy tanks and VTOLs taking off from the crippled air base. The raiders at the airport, losing another bomber and six fighters to anti-aircraft fire, proceed to bomb the target, dropping their payload. If they can at least put the airport out of action, that's enemy reinforcements put on hold. More time to set up base camp once this damn air base is taken.

Hakuu led his picket ship through the tosevite atmosphere. He would arrive at xu shortly. The cloud cover broke and he saw tosevite soldiers attacking the cydron possition. He would've arrived sooner if strange atmospheric current hadn't delayed him. The skimmers engaged tosevite gunships while he led his well armed convoy down to cydron ground. He sent a message to alert the cydrons of his presence:

This is captain Hakuu of the glorious Embrion Empire come assist their allies the cydrons.

He landed the convoy and 3,000 Embrion warriors, along with 50 spider tanks, were offloaded onto the battlefield.

[Turmenista]

Ashley pulled up the telephone.
"We need naval railgun fire at coordinates #,#,# Enemy deployment Alpha, Enemy deployment beta as well." She pulled down her phone.

The message was sent from the Aircraft carrier to the Infamous Eradinus Naval Guard towers. Each tower held a XRGS-158 Heavy railgun, capable of launching a large, sometimes explosive tungsten rod at the speed of sound to any target in range. That enemy base on Xu was definitely in range of the bombardment…

"Roger that Ma'am. Status on airbase evacuation?"

"Xu International is 90% evacuated. The Black Mesa base is being crippled. 60% of our forces are being deployed there."

"Roger. Radioing to Premier Rodriguez..now."

The rail guns on the old towers spun up.

"Railguns heating up, 10%, 20%-"

One of the towers blew up in a colorful explosion, radiation shining all colors of the rainbow from the blast.

"BOGEYS. INCOMING, 5 of EM, those flying ones! abort firing sequence!"

[Hippie Kiwis]

Ashley pulled up the telephone.
"We need naval railgun fire at coordinates #,#,# Enemy deployment Alpha, Enemy deployment beta as well." She pulled down her phone.

The message was sent from the Aircraft carrier to the Infamous Eradinus Naval Guard towers. Each tower held a XRGS-158 Heavy railgun, capable of launching a large, sometimes explosive tungsten rod at the speed of sound to any target in range. That enemy base on Xu was definitely in range of the bombardment…

"Roger that Ma'am. Status on airbase evacuation?"

"Xu International is 90% evacuated. The Black Mesa base is being crippled. 60% of our forces are being deployed there."

"Roger. Radioing to Premier Rodriguez..now."

The rail guns on the old towers spun up.

"Railguns heating up, 10%, 20%-"

One of the towers blew up in a colorful explosion, radiation shining all colors of the rainbow from the blast.

"BOGEYS. INCOMING, 5 of EM, those flying ones! abort firing sequence!"

Zeppa pulled away from a large hill. The railgun towers were almost in range. 3... 2... 1, fire. A concussion missile flew towards the enemy artillery post. Bang, one down. He primmed for another run, but something on the tachyon radar caught his attention. It was a skimmer, but was it his, or theirs?

[Hotgrat]

"They weren't supposed to respond that way... Frak." Admiral Calso was worried that it may have been intercepted. "Well, we have no choice now. Send the raptor."

A single raptor in stealth mode departed from the Hyperion and approached the planet on a vector that would look like debris. The threw in the thrusters just a km above the ground and proceeded along the deck to where the response had been tracked. It didn't take long and the raptor set down in the courtyard of the building. They waited for the security teams to surround the raptor before opening the hatch. A single major was standing with his hands up behind his head as per military surrender protocol to show non-hostile intentions.

The security team were quick to respond to the alien craft, probably since the whole facility was on high alert. They pointed their weapons at the hatch, even pushing the trigger just so slightly. However, the thing inside was not an alien, for what they could see. It was a human?! Surprised, they lowered their weapons, and just stared for a few second, not saying or doing anything else. Finally, one of the guards stepped forwards, and waved his hands down, attempting to signal the human that he could put his hands down. No one knew latin, so there was no talking for a while. Eventually, a translator arrived to help communicate. The guard spoke, and the translator translated to latin as best as he could.

"So, we see you are not hostile."

[Marxist Vietnam]

Small village near Da Nang

The encounter with the alien scout team were rather peaceful, no one got shot or killed. The officer and 2 volunteers got shook-up pretty good but are doing fine. Last night, as soon as the officer proceed with handshake, the alien team moved away and quickly disappear into the forest. The officer did not give chase due to his concern of safety and reaction, "they leave so we better leave them too" he thinks. By morning, his fellow comrade who was rushing to help him show him a brief recorded video that he took. "Impressive, the first encounter with alien" or so they thought. They then quickly report to higher command office which result in immediate invitation to the NIC HQ in Hanoi.

NIC (national Intelligent Center) HQ, Hanoi

Last night, it was chaotic at the Capitol Building, the President and the PM worked together with all the top generals and tried to figure out what's going on. Speaker Hanh went to NIC HQ and tried to make sense of the situation which is still an ongoing task. Mean while, the most important message from foreign nation got lost because of a perverted officer, who only focus was the sexual pleasure with his lower ranking officer, such a pig he is.

By afternoon, entire nation of N. Vietnam is on edge with significant present of police force and military forces. To make thing worse, the citizen of N. Vietnam begin to spread the rumor of a imminent bloody conflict with China which result in chaos and market instability. Nearly every home in the country is being fortify by their owners with sandbags, wood-boards. Every family is trying to stock-up food and other basic supplies. Stock market is taking a nose dive like a Nazi dive-bomber while stock brokers are screaming like the Ju-88 serine on attacking dive. Tanks and other important military equipment are moving to new secured locations while reservists are being load up by truck load. Pill boxes and air-defense artillery batteries are being set up at strategic locations in every cities and towns. Teams of Army engineer are mining and setting up anti-tank obstacles in nearly every coastal beaches. Military factory workers and their families are relocating to the new secured location according to the new locations of their factories. Squadrons of Su-27 & Su-30 MKII fighters are relocating to their new secured locations and take turns to guard the sky over N. Vietnam, around the clock. N. Vietnam is a nation on a massive move to prepare for a massive war.

[Riflemoor]

~100 km above Earth
OS Massiq cordon zone, Riflemoor

"Entering conjunction now," one of the veteran Calines, Barua, announced. "Wakey wakey."

The Calines had disengaged the Terns from the space station and positioned themselves around it, hopefully distant enough to escape obliteration by some sort of alien weapon as they rounded the curve of the Earth separating them from the alien vessels.

It was a scene of carnage. Debris was tumbling wildly through space around the remaining alien capital ships and the hulks of destroyed ones.

"Jesus. Is this some kind of... war we've stumbled in on?" Mike asked over the Moors' combat net.

"Well, if they're all here for Mother Earth, then I doubt they're really interested in sharing."

"Hush up and space out wider from Massiq. Chemical thrusters only; don't so much as throw a switch on your reactor board," Barua ordered the rest of the ships. They watched, and waited, as the new arrivals to Earth did... whatever it was they were doing. It sure looked an awful lot like they were just blowing the shit out of each other, but there could be some kind of secret master plan going on. There was just no way to know.

[Office of Naval Intelligence Section 3]

Vietnam, Near Hanoi

"Squad leader... it seems we're late to the party..."

"Specialist Donavik, contact HQ through our secure SKYNET terminal. Inform them about our predicament, and tell them we need an extraction ASAP."

Odin's Eye, Underground Hexagon HQ

"General Smith, What do you have for me today?"

"Mr. President, it seems that our team in Vietnam is stuck in an awkward situation... I suggest we engineer an extraction."

"And how would we extract them..."

The Secretary of Defense, Mr. Khan, Rose up.

"If I may, I believe that this situation may let us kill two birds with one stone. You see, our strategic missile forces have been itching for a new major drill for a while, and we could engineer a scenerio."

"Interesting... continue."

"I suggest that we send out a false-flag sounding missile from one of our ballistic missile nuclear subs patrolling the Vietnam region and make it look like a false-flag nuclear attack on Hanoi. They wouldn't be able to deduce which nation launched it, we would test the flexibility of our deterrence force, and Vietnam would be so caught up in chaos that we could extract our team with a low-profile midget-submarine in the Gulf of Tonkin."

"Authorized. Carry it out immediately, and prepare to deploy our armed forces to the Xu Desert."

"Immediately... sir."

ONI Nuclear SSBN Nautica, Near the Gulf of Tonkin

"Captain Archer! We just received orders to launch a dummy missile on a simulated trajectory towards... Hanoi? It also ordered us to program the warhead to maneuver into the ocean in the terminal phase of the missile's flight."

"What... very well. Program the missile and prepare to launch. Also, switch to battery power and electric propulsion. We need to get the hell away from here after that launch... just in case anything happens."

As the missile streaked away from the surface of the calm ocean, the ground team received orders to wait near the Gulf of Tonkin for a quick extraction.

Odin's Eye, Underground Hexagon HQ

"Mr. President, we have been informed of an alien craft touching down in a secret facility by our agent in the Silberteeth command structure..."

"Then, General Smith, I believe we should deploy our orbital ZEUS Kinetic bombardment system to keep over watch of the region. Is our second ZEUS platform in over watch duty over the Xu desert?"

"Yes sir. Our C-10 transport aircraft are currently transporting 20,000 Combat Suit equipped heavy troopers to the region along with 20 attack helicopters and 20 cargo helicopters. We are also deploying 20 YA42 fighters along with 20 LY909 multi role fighter-bombers. The aircraft should also be carrying 5,000 4 wheelers and 2,000 medium tanks. All assets will be parachuted into the outskirts of the current Xu Desert combat zone under our air cover. The ZEUS should provide sufficient fire power to protect our ground forces, especially considering our platforms are disguised as orbital debris."

"Excellent. Is our Agent within the Silberteeth Regional Defense center silent?"

"Yes sir."

"Excellent. He should be fine if he shuts his mouth. Also, fax the Vietnamese government an appraisal of our planet's situation. Perhaps that will help to absolve any suspicion of our current activities."

"Anything else, sir?"

"Yes. Do you have the precise coordinates for the alien craft in the facility?"

"Yes sir."

"Then launch an orbital ZEUS rod strike against it, but make sure with our recon satellites that no one is near the craft. I want another spec-ops unit to be deployed into the region to secure the aliens, and ensure that we can interrogate them if necessary. Dismissed."

[Hippie Kiwis]

~100 km above Earth
OS Massiq cordon zone, Riflemoor

"Entering conjunction now," one of the veteran Calines, Barua, announced. "Wakey wakey."

The Calines had disengaged the Terns from the space station and positioned themselves around it, hopefully distant enough to escape obliteration by some sort of alien weapon as they rounded the curve of the Earth separating them from the alien vessels.

It was a scene of carnage. Debris was tumbling wildly through space around the remaining alien capital ships and the hulks of destroyed ones.

"Jesus. Is this some kind of... war we've stumbled in on?" Mike asked over the Moors' combat net.

"Well, if they're all here for Mother Earth, then I doubt they're really interested in sharing."

"Hush up and space out wider from Massiq. Chemical thrusters only; don't so much as throw a switch on your reactor board," Barua ordered the rest of the ships. They watched, and waited, as the new arrivals to Earth did... whatever it was they were doing. It sure looked an awful lot like they were just blowing the shit out of each other, but there could be some kind of secret master plan going on. There was just no way to know.

Na'aeka sensed through the sensors operators that an undamaged vessel was orbiting the Earth. On further investigation, it was dubbed that of a new species and a greeting was sent to it:

I am commander general Na'aeka of the glorious Embrion Empire. I see you are here for the tosevites, you may know of them as humans. I wish to know your intentions. Who are you? Do you wish to exterminate, enslave, or befriend the "humans"? Are you hostile too us, if not we would like negotiations to commence. Obviously you want something with tosev, what?

[The Remnants of Kobol]

The security team were quick to respond to the alien craft, probably since the whole facility was on high alert. They pointed their weapons at the hatch, even pushing the trigger just so slightly. However, the thing inside was not an alien, for what they could see. It was a human?! Surprised, they lowered their weapons, and just stared for a few second, not saying or doing anything else. Finally, one of the guards stepped forwards, and waved his hands down, attempting to signal the human that he could put his hands down. No one knew latin, so there was no talking for a while. Eventually, a translator arrived to help communicate. The guard spoke, and the translator translated to latin as best as he could.

"So, we see you are not hostile."

The Major nodded and waved his hand to the craft behind him "Search it" he said, hoping the language would be close enough. Then he raised his arms and made like he was patting someone down and pointed to himself. Oh boy... This'll get difficult real fast once we're done with the introductions... he thought to himself.

---

Above, in the Hyperion, Admiral Calso was looking over a different major's shoulder.
"Yes sir, they definitely have enough that we can make a translation device with... Hell, we could translate into some of their dead languages as well with all this data." The major was very pleased that Earth had a single network where they placed their data. Easy to attack, but very efficient. It would make the translation software quite simple to create. Especially since they had found a language very similar to their own among all the rest.
"Also, major. I would like you to download a copy of this, Internet? That's what they call this depository of knowledge right?" The major shook his head. "Earth is the anthropological find of the millennia. We can't risk to lose everything just as we find it. If nothing else, we need to save their culture."
"Download... all of it, sir?" The major thought the Admiral might not have spoken correctly.
"That is correct major. We have data storage large enough for it and our firewalls are strong enough to stop Cylon attacks. We will be fine. And you'll be a hero in the intellectual community back home. I'll make sure you get the credit for this." The Admiral began walking away. "And major, let me know the instant the translation software is ready."

At a console not too far away, two ensigns and a lieutenant waiting for orders had decided to spend the time learning about the culture of this new planet. So far they had watched a small furry animal make cute "mewwing" sounds, seen a little combat footage from a war that seemed to have taken place in a desert region, and they had just stumbled upon three individuals engaged in intimate acts.
"Well, it seems our races are more closely linked than we had anticipated. Now, would you three care to do something productive?" The Admiral had walked up behind the three without their noticing.
The three were petrified and closed the network link to the planet below to return to their duties.

[Blawell]

Royal Palace of Blawell, Blawell island.

Queen Lissette is torned after the meeting, but she must accept the facts. Queen Lissette issues a media event, where she will make the historic speech and announce the truth to the world, the human and aliens. All major news and media sources are receiving the invitation. The event is to take place at the iconic rose garden of the Royal Palace. Unlike other press/media event, Queen Lissette dressed herself in a fabulous blue dress with a dark blue Phoenix Symbol in the front, just like the national flag.

When everything is ready and the full force of the media crowded in the rose garden, the Palace front door opens and the Queen gently walks out side. A group of body guard and officials stand behind her, they dressed in a rather funny rope like clothing. Queen Lissette slowly walks up the pedestal and stand behind it. The pedestal is different this time too, it is made from classified shiny metals, and has a shiny blue Phoenix Symbol. When the Queen stands in place, 2 holographic microphone figures magically appear on top of the pedestal. Another strange thing is the present of strangely dressed military marching band.

- "Good-day my fellow citizen of Blawell!" - says Queen Lissette, with a soft gentle and friendly voice with a bright smile.
She pauses a few seconds for reporters take photos of her goddess like figure before continue.
- "You may not aware but in about a day ago, aliens from different worlds arrived at this planet. Their fleets of star-ships are orbiting the Earth, as I speaks" The Queen pauses again while her smiling face quickly change into a serious looking face.
Flashes from reporter's camera begin their flashing barrage before she continue on with the speech.
- "Those of you, who watched international news from other countries early this morning, may had come across reports of alien invasions. Most of you though it was some kind of prank organized by many news stations. However, it is not a prank, those news are accurate!" She takes a quick pause, her face again changes to a somewhat gentle yet serious look.
- "After meeting with my advisors, your local representatives and our military generals, on the behalf of Blawell I hereby declare state of emergency for the Queendom of Blawell. This planet is under attack from various alien races and Blawell will join forces with nations of this Earth in the battle against hostile aliens. In the next hours, our military will begin to mobilize, all of you are advised to report to your local police stations for shelters and assigned tasks. " - She make a quick pause again
- "Also, there is a great secret of this Queendom. A secret that I must apology to all of you and our HUMAN friends on this planet. I advise all of you to hold hands with each other before listen to what I say next." Queen Lissette pauses and takes a deep breath before continue
- "Our Queendom and most of you are not human. Our ancestors are alien from the planet of Blawell. It is the secret answer for the question of why most of our population have blood type O negative. Our Queendom has unthinkable technologies and weapons, which are mostly hidden. Our Queendom also has secret communication with Blawell home-world." The Queen says and pauses again, feeling very heavy on her chest.

- "But today, after this speech, there shall be no more secrets. And today, all of you will get to know your truth self, our truth technology capabilities, and a truth friend to the native Human race on this planet". The Queen finish up her speech with a stern / determination looking face.

Just when Queen Lissette finished that line. The weird dressing marching band begin to play a march (song: Hearts Of Iron III - World At War). Then suddenly a formation of strange looking fighters appear from high above the sky and fly over the garden.

She remain there for a few minutes so the journalists can take photo and begin their questions. The speech and this press-conference are being broad-cast all across the world.

Mean while at all military bases of Blawell, groups of strange looking agents dressed in rope-like clothing begin to take over control with direct order from Grand Moff Victor and Queen Lissette. All secret underground entry doors in those bases are being unlocked and open. Regular Blawellan armed forces have their jaws drop to the ground when they see all those super-advanced equipments and meet with strange people who are working in those facilities and dressed in rope-like clothing. Groups of strange looking, weirdly equipped soldiers and vehicles are coming out from unmarked tractor trailers.

[Office of Naval Intelligence Section 3]

The security team were quick to respond to the alien craft, probably since the whole facility was on high alert. They pointed their weapons at the hatch, even pushing the trigger just so slightly. However, the thing inside was not an alien, for what they could see. It was a human?! Surprised, they lowered their weapons, and just stared for a few second, not saying or doing anything else. Finally, one of the guards stepped forwards, and waved his hands down, attempting to signal the human that he could put his hands down. No one knew latin, so there was no talking for a while. Eventually, a translator arrived to help communicate. The guard spoke, and the translator translated to latin as best as he could.

"So, we see you are not hostile."

The Major nodded and waved his hand to the craft behind him "Search it" he said, hoping the language would be close enough. Then he raised his arms and made like he was patting someone down and pointed to himself. Oh boy... This'll get difficult real fast once we're done with the introductions... he thought to himself.

---

Above, in the Hyperion, Admiral Calso was looking over a different major's shoulder.
"Yes sir, they definitely have enough that we can make a translation device with... Hell, we could translate into some of their dead languages as well with all this data." The major was very pleased that Earth had a single network where they placed their data. Easy to attack, but very efficient. It would make the translation software quite simple to create. Especially since they had found a language very similar to their own among all the rest.
"Also, major. I would like you to download a copy of this, Internet? That's what they call this depository of knowledge right?" The major shook his head. "Earth is the anthropological find of the millennia. We can't risk to lose everything just as we find it. If nothing else, we need to save their culture."
"Download... all of it, sir?" The major thought the Admiral might not have spoken correctly.
"That is correct major. We have data storage large enough for it and our firewalls are strong enough to stop Cylon attacks. We will be fine. And you'll be a hero in the intellectual community back home. I'll make sure you get the credit for this." The Admiral began walking away. "And major, let me know the instant the translation software is ready."

At a console not too far away, two ensigns and a lieutenant waiting for orders had decided to spend the time learning about the culture of this new planet. So far they had watched a small furry animal make cute "mewwing" sounds, seen a little combat footage from a war that seemed to have taken place in a desert region, and they had just stumbled upon three individuals engaged in intimate acts.
"Well, it seems our races are more closely linked than we had anticipated. Now, would you three care to do something productive?" The Admiral had walked up behind the three without their noticing.
The three were petrified and closed the network link to the planet below to return to their duties.

Odin's Eye, Air Force HQ


"Commander Kyle, the ZEUS I is in position for the strike. Orders?"

"Is the area clear?"

"Affirmative, sir. Wait, I got two shapes walking around the craft... the image isn't clear enough to identify them."

"Two dead aliens or humans, it doesn't matter. Collateral damage is negligible. Launch the rod."

Minutes later, a tungsten rod travelling at thousands of meters per second touched the earth... and all that was left of the stationary raptor, thanks to the mole in the Silberteeth command structure, was smoking debris. For the pilots, they exploded due to the affects of nearby shockwaves on the liquids within the human body, coating the ruined ground in putrid remains.


Spec Ops Team Zulu


Having been deployed through a HALO jump, the spec ops team, equipped with robotic combat suits, neared the facility. Each of them had also been implanted with an internal thermite charge to ensure that, if they were captured or killed, all that the enemy could recover would be ash. If this mission went south, no one would return. It did help that the suit's outer armor could repel 14.5 mm anti material rounds...

[Organized States]

Top Secret Missile Launch Site, Undisclosed Location, Organized States

"Large object in Upper Earth orbit, Sir!" Said the deputy launch commander.

"That's our target! Confirmed Launch Order! Prepare for launch!" Said the Launch Commander.

"Yes, sir. Prepare for launch." Said the Deputy as he pulled his launch key from the small glass box.

"Prepare for turn. 3...2...1... Turn!" Said the Launch Commander as they turned the two keys to launch a Minuteman IIII ICBM modified to strike targets in high Earth orbit. The missile streaked towards the Cydron Command ship with its payload.

[Office of Naval Intelligence Section 3]

Top Secret Missile Launch Site, Undisclosed Location, Organized States

"Large object in Upper Earth orbit, Sir!" Said the deputy launch commander.

"That's our target! Confirmed Launch Order! Prepare for launch!" Said the Launch Commander.

"Yes, sir. Prepare for launch." Said the Deputy as he pulled his launch key from the small glass box.

"Prepare for turn. 3...2...1... Turn!" Said the Launch Commander as they turned the two keys to launch a Minuteman IIII ICBM modified to strike targets in high Earth orbit. The missile streaked towards the Cydron Command ship with its payload.

Coastal Air Force Base, Converted STARS Missile Silo


"Commander! We're getting reports of multiple contacts in high orbit, and the Organized States just launched a missile! The trajectory indicates that the target is one of the larger objects."

"Interesting... since our payloads are property of the intelligence community and don't require executive authorization... arm the explosive warhead, and program the same target as the Organized States into the guidance module."

"Computers have acquired target, sir. Orders?"

"Launch."

As the titanic modified Peacekeeper MX (clandestinely acquired through intelligence gathering) streaked towards the target, the three HE warheads separated, allowing the decoys to mask their approach.

[Riflemoor]

Still ~100 km above Earth
OS Massiq Cordon Area, Riflemoor
Cockpit of CDRW Raj Barua

I am commander general Na'aeka of the glorious Embrion Empire. I see you are here for the tosevites, you may know of them as humans. I wish to know your intentions. Who are you? Do you wish to exterminate, enslave, or befriend the "humans"? Are you hostile too us, if not we would like negotiations to commence. Obviously you want something with tosev, what?

"Massiq just pushed us a message over the combat net," Barua said, looking up toward the slowly expanding cloud of debris that the Moors were slowly approaching as they drifted around their space station. "Do we respond?" Barua asked, his eyes narrowed. In the Calines, rules were more relaxed; superior officers often sought the judgment of their subordinates, especially when they didn't know what to do next.

"Sir," said one of the hurlers, "I just watched it. I believe they've misread us. The aliens obviously haven't seen human spacecraft before; if they're on Earth's surface, all they've been seeing have been fighter jets. I don't know what they want with us... 'tosevites', but I wouldn't categorize us as hostile to them outright. They haven't done anything to Massiq thus far, so obviously they don't perceive it as a threat."

"Quite the analysis from a hurler," Barua joked. "You could have just said 'don't respond'."

"That's not what I'm saying."

"Whatever. I say we fire back a message, ask them what it is they want with the 'tosevites' and what 'tosev' is, so that we can determine whether or not there's a conflict of interest, and then we make our next move. Any motions against?"

The combat net was silent. "Alright then," Barua said. "My name is Wing Commander Rajesh Barua. I represent the nation of Riflemoor, and I would like to ask the esteemed Commander General what the Embrion Empire wants with the tosevites, and what exactly tosev is, so that we can ensure that we have no conflict of interest before we make any sort of commitment," he announced to the computer onboard his Tern before telling Station Massiq to send the message back in the general direction the Embrions' had come from. Hopefully their communication tech was good enough to grab it. It was an unencrypted audio transmission, anyway, so if they got a hold of it, chances are they'd be able to make sense of it somehow. Massiq's mainframe could. Convergent (digital?) evolution, Barua supposed.

[The Remnants of Kobol]

"SIR! Our raptor has just been destroyed on the planet. It was a strike from a satellite. We're triangulating a firing solution now." The lieutenant worried what that might mean.
"Very well. It's an unmanned satellite. Terminate it. And send a new transmission." The Admiral was furious that they had been led into a trap by their own kind.

This is Admiral Calso,
To whatever nation chose to fire upon our delegate to the planet, know that we meant you no harm. We are not your enemies! Please respond!

This new message was run through the translation software and sent out in the 100 most widely spoken languages on the planet below.

"It's sent sir. And we have the coordinates locked in the firing computer." An ensign passed the Admiral.
"Good, take it out."

Turret Eight turned its mighty guns towards the orbital satellite. Only one barrel fired and sent a single 900mm round hurdling through space. A delayed detonation round, it exploded roughly a half kilometer before reaching the satellite sending massive quantities of shrapnel tearing through the weapon rending it inoperable.

---

A massive explosion tore through the compound and knocked the major to the ground. The guard beside him appeared to be unconscious to he grabbed his side arm and ran towards the epicenter. Where the raptor was, there was only a crater. Given the fine red film covering the wall behind him, he assumed his pilots were also dead.
"FRAAAAAAAK!"
Turning around, he marched back into the compound to find the officer who had led him from the ship. He had seen the two soldiers were wearing body armour so he shot them in the chest. Few broken ribs, collapsed lung maybe, but nothing that couldn't heal. He put his sidearm to the officers temple and yelled for the translator. When he arrived, the major shouted
"Was that you? Did you kill my men?" He pointed out to the courtyard area.

[Office of Naval Intelligence Section 3]

"SIR! Our raptor has just been destroyed on the planet. It was a strike from a satellite. We're triangulating a firing solution now." The lieutenant worried what that might mean.
"Very well. It's an unmanned satellite. Terminate it. And send a new transmission." The Admiral was furious that they had been led into a trap by their own kind.

This is Admiral Calso,
To whatever nation chose to fire upon our delegate to the planet, know that we meant you no harm. We are not your enemies! Please respond!

This new message was run through the translation software and sent out in the 100 most widely spoken languages on the planet below.

"It's sent sir. And we have the coordinates locked in the firing computer." An ensign passed the Admiral.
"Good, take it out."

Turret Eight turned its mighty guns towards the orbital satellite. Only one barrel fired and sent a single 900mm round hurdling through space. A delayed detonation round, it exploded roughly a half kilometer before reaching the satellite sending massive quantities of shrapnel tearing through the weapon rending it inoperable.

---

A massive explosion tore through the compound and knocked the major to the ground. The guard beside him appeared to be unconscious to he grabbed his side arm and ran towards the epicenter. Where the raptor was, there was only a crater. Given the fine red film covering the wall behind him, he assumed his pilots were also dead.
"FRAAAAAAAK!"
Turning around, he marched back into the compound to find the officer who had led him from the ship. He had seen the two soldiers were wearing body armour so he shot them in the chest. Few broken ribs, collapsed lung maybe, but nothing that couldn't heal. He put his sidearm to the officers temple and yelled for the translator. When he arrived, the major shouted
"Was that you? Did you kill my men?" He pointed out to the courtyard area.

Fire Team Zulu

"Commander, we've been ordered to halt."

"Copy that. Zulu team, pause."


Hexagon Military HQ, Underground

"Mr. President, it appears that... um... We've..."

"Spit it out, General."

"It seems that we've... attacked a friendly alien organization."

"Well, shit. I suppose you heard that transmission?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then send a message of apology, and that we couldn't distinguish which alien was part of what organization. Also withdraw Zulu Team. Dismissed."

"Yes sir."

[Blawell]

After 10 minutes of answering questions from crowd of reporters, Queen Lissette walks to the pedestal and give one last speech before she board the Royal Star-Yacht.

- "My fellow Blawellan. As much as I hate and wish not to leave this island, this planet, at this time. But I have to, for all our sake." Queen Lissette says with her eyes begin to tear up.
- "My mother, Grand Duchess Suki, my brother, general Tatsu and I must go back to Blawell home-world and seek help. It's the only way we can survive this war and the only way to save this planet from certain destruction." Lissette says in tears.
- "My father, Grand Moff. Victor and general Athena will over see and ensure your safety during my time away ... I wish you well, and promise all of you that I will be back soon... with helps from our home-world." Queen Lissette finish up her goodbye speech.

A few second later, the ground begin to shakes. The area, where the large beautiful pond of the Royal Palace located, begin to drain its water level. Reporters begin to take picture of the event. Soon, the pond is empty of water, and the pond bottom revealed. It's of some kind of strange materials, look like metallic but not metal. Then the ground begin to shake even more violently, and the pond bed begin to open up like a door of a massive hanger. When the pond bed fully opened, a large, impressive, yet strange looking aircraft like vehicle slowly coming up. The craft appear to hovering and rising straight up without any jet engine or propellers like helicopter. As soon as the craft rose pass the ground level, a layer of dense lights suddenly cover the pond surface at exactly ground level, creating a virtual landing pad. The craft then lowering itself and touch down on the pad of lights. "remarkable", "solid floor of lights" "just like in sci-fi movie or games" the crowd of reporters mumble.

Mean while, all over Blawell. Blawellan citizens are shocked at what's happening, they can't believe their eyes and ears. "We are alien? from another world? huh? what?" the most popular comments from populations, except the older generations like grand parents. It's hard to come to term with the fact but the population of Blawell is blessed as most of them still have their grand-parents, who would have a lot of thing to explain to their children and grand-children.

Back to the Royal Palace. The marching band begin to play the Imperial March from Star War as Queen Lissette, her mother and brother along with 2 other officers who dressed in rope-like clothing, slowly walk to the strange craft. The craft then open a door on its side and a ramp automatically deploy. The Queen and her team slowly step on the landing pad of lights and proceed to board the strange craft, all while the Imperial March from Star Wars is being play by the marching band.

Queen Lissette turns and wave goodbye one last time before the ramp retracts and the door begin to close. Queen Lissette quickly goes to her seat when the door fully closed. The craft begin to make loud rumbling noise and air begin to forcefully jet out from hidden air-vent under its belly. The craft then slowly rise up, vertically and begin to till it nose up slightly when it rose pass the roof of the Palace.

Inside the craft, at the cockpit. 2 pilots who dressed in rope-like clothing begin the in atmospheric flight sequence, re-checking all systems. The craft continue to rise straight up like a helicopter, higher and higher.

- "500 feet! Rotate!" The leading pilot speaks out loud
- "Roger, rotate! all doors locked, all compartments secured, all systems go!" the co-pilot responds

The craft begin to moves forward and upward like a jet plane taking off...

- "ET1, EM1 escorts reporting in!" a voice announce on the speaker.
- "Roger, thanks for coming!" the lead pilot responds
- "E1, EL1 escorts joining in!" another voice announce on the speaker
- "Roger, thanks for joining us!" the copilot responds

Out side, a group of 5 Medium Star Fighters form up around the large craft. Then another group of 7 Light Single Seat Star Fighters join the formation. The formation rapidly increase their speed and fast approaching Earth stratosphere and Ozone layer.

- "Switching to Trans-layer mode. Switching force shield to heat shield! Activating blast curtains!" The lead pilots commands
- "Roger!" the co-pilot replies

The formation rocking out of Earth Ozone, all them glowing red hot because of the air-friction.

[The Remnants of Kobol]

As Calso was preparing to send another Raptor to the planet below to continue the negotiations, he was interupted by a captain with a look on his face. Calso had seen that look before. It meant that orders had come in and they were too highly classified for any officer on watch. The captain handed him the form and waited to be dismissed.

ORDERS: HIGH COMMAND
CLASSIFIED: TIER ONE

One hundred and fifty thousand years ago, there was a break in our genetic history. Some of our ancestors set off in search of a lost planet called Earth. It has always been a myth, a tale from the religion of old. But today, we have found it. Unfortunately, Earth is under attack. Various races have attacked this planet and the humans of it must be protected at all costs.

Mission Objectives

A. Defend the planet.
B. Destroy the Cylon Threat
i. Prevent Cylon technology from falling in hostile forces hands.
ii. Capture any Cylons possible for interrogation.
C. Save as much as possible
i. In the event the planet cannot be saved, protect as many of the people and as much of the culture as possible.

Intelligence

Threat Level: Expected to be high. The combat occurring would indicate that they are fighting over resources on the planet below. Perhaps stores of these resources we posses could be traded for peace.

Alertness: Expected Low

Resources: Three Battlestar Groups are currently on deployment elsewhere. The remaining eight are available for combat if necessary. A total of 37 Battlestars, 72 Gunstars, and appropriate support craft.

The use of Non-Conventional Weapons is authorized.
May the Gods protect you.

Signed,
Caesar Tulius.
Fleet Admiral Romulus.
Defense Minister Nero.

After glancing over it Calso looked up at the captain.
"Has anyone seen this?"
"No sir. Tier One classification is reserved for flag officer or higher rank only." The captain looked uneasy. He knew that question meant the orders were more severe than he or the Admiral had expected.
"And all the codes check out? This is verified?"
"We were able to confirm codes from the Caesar, Fleet Admiral, and the Defense Minister."
"Very well. Captain, I'd like the XO, the Chief of the Boat, CAG, and the Chief Engineer in the Strategic Ops room. Five minutes." The Calso headed there himself to prepare for what would likely be the battle of his career.

[West Aurelia]

Site 14, Undisclosed Location

"Mr. President, we have an incoming transmission!" Free said. "Source is…" Free's voice trailed off. "What the fuck? It's being sent by one of those extraterrestrial vessels…"

"Play it," Jones ordered.

A voice in a foreign language played. It sounded remarkably like a human speaking. "What language is this?" Jones asked.

"Latin, sir!" said an analyst. "Translating… Here you go."

Leaders of humanity,
This is Admiral Calso of the Remnants of Kobol. We are also human and it is our duty to defend human life at all cost. Our fleet is in orbit above the planet and is ready to assist. Please respond on your civilian channels with the weather report of "sunny but raining" if you wish our assistance. We will send a delegate to your to receive instructions. Electronic communications are otherwise compromised. Treat them as such.

"This message was sent to, well, all nations on Earth," Free said.

"Has anyone responded?" Jones asked.

The analyst furiously ran a search, before replying, "Uh… Hotgrat sent a message back, but they weren't supposed to do that. The… Kobol sent a ship down. Oh my God, ONI destroyed it via kinetic bombardment. They apologized after realizing the Kobol were friendly."

"Fair enough. Do as they asked."

"Would the news channels just do that?"

"Hack into their system. We don't have time to negotiate with them."

"On it, sir."

West Aurelian News Network

"Reports indicate that the Organized States and ONI have launched ICBMs against-"

TODAY WILL BE SUNNY BUT RAINING

"Hey, Jennifer, you're not on air! It's showing some… weather report. Get tech support down here!"