The Rimworld Wars (IC)

by **The Landfish Colonies** » Mon Apr 25, 2016 7:23 pm

It may seem like years ago when and Artificial Intelligence created by the Rimworld Remnant Military, now referred to as DACS or DAX, rose up against his creator and put an entire star system on the brink of annihilation. Years since a coalition of mighty nations and empires from across the stars sailed into war against the DACS and his army of droids, all while legions of Mechanocracies respond, some with brute force, other through stealth and sabotage.
Alliances were made, others where broken, and millions perished on the now hellish world of Dumpster, rendered a hollow shell by the end of the war. By the time the dust settled over Dumpster, no side could claim victory. DACS had been all but destroyed, but the armies controlled by Mechanocratic states were more powerful than ever, and the government of the Rimworld Remnant was left weak, with no army to speak of and billions of dead civilians on their hands.
Now, more nations join the fight, entering the Ka'arjik System now plagued by war, anarchy and corruption. Dumpster is a dead world, but many other planets are now up for grabs. Will you carry on the fight against the droids? To save what is left of DAX and his armies? Or to you serve some ulterior motives? The fate of the system is in your hands.

Fleet Base Charoz
Official Imperial Command Post on the Front
Troaet, Rimworld Space

Operation Black Winter: Day 0

Hot and humid, the planet of Troaet was far different from the cold and dry planet of the Landfish. Still, the grey skinned men had made the world their home away from home. Fleet Base Charoz, was by far the most populace center for the Great and Eternal Empire, home to millions of military personnel and soldiers, even a few civilian staff. This was also the first site, where the Landfish Military had ever operated infantry drones, and a company of several hundred where marched across the tarmac. Along with the drones, everyone had their jobs, checking ammunition and cleaning weapons, working on tanks and other vehicles. The Base was busy, but it was about to get a whole lot busier.

A ragged, wore torn fleet warped in over the base, and made their final approach down onto the airstrip, the large ships docking with orbital platforms above. The wounded were the first out of the frigates, carried on stretchers into the waiting arms of medics. The coffins were next. Remnants of the last great war, these heroes would be remembered, honoured for their sacrifice. But they weren't the only ones arriving. A second, much large and better equipped than the first, began to descend over the fleet base.

A clean Frigate, adorned in the Imperial Crest touched down near the main hangars. The rear door hinged open with a gang plank reaching to the ground, and a small detachment of soldiers marched out, red and gold trimmed sashes draping from their shoulders down. Following them down was man in intricate armour. He nonchalantly looked over the base before he strolled down the gangplank. There was a small crowd gathered at the bottom, and he marched through the rows of his soldiers to meet them.

A tall landfish woman in uniform was waiting for him, along with a human male who looked rather scrawny and cruel. They saluted as the man approached them.

"Legion Master Matevvi Volk." The woman addressed the man, before she offered her hand for him to shake, "Captain Kostovo of the 1st Survivor Ground Army, at your service."

"At ease, sister." Master Volk bowed, "I have heard of you, the Captain who brought the fires of Vektra upon our people. It is an honour to meet you. And you, brother human. What is your name?"

"Vice Chairman Nicholas Jensen." He extended his hand, and winced as the Legion Master gripped it tightly.

"The Chairman managed to escape Shavu before the Vektran's began their cleanses. As far as we can tell, he's the highest ranking member of the Rimworld Government."

"Well, Chairman Jensen. It is an honour to meet you." The Legion Master sighed, casually looking at his men unloading from their ships. He was the head of the Landfish Empire's most deadly fighting force, the 9th Shock Army. Sometimes referred to as the Emperor Eternal's private militia, the 9th was composed of many of the most well known and well trained Legionaries in the Empire. While Dumpster had been experiencing a grand cluster-fuck, Matevvi Volk had been busy burning entire systems controlled by rebelling airfish. No he was here to do the same thing. The droids would be pounded into the ground, along with anyone who stood in their way of doing so. What remained of the Rimworld Remnant army would also be assisting them, it seemed.

"We've also received word from the United Islands of Polis, Legion Master Volk." The young Captain announced, somewhat bitterly, "They wish to sign the treaty as well."

"Very well." Matevvi Volk sighed, marching inside the Fleet Bases main complex as his men set up camp.

by **Scroobland** » Mon Apr 25, 2016 7:49 pm

Space. It was silent. The system appeared at peace around Agric alpha and Beta. Until suddenly in a flash of White, A fleet of ships appeared nexxt to Agric Alpha. The harsh black metal of these new arrivals seemed to blend in with the stars. The large one in the middle of the fleet was nearly 200 km long and was labeled on its back in strange symbol "Drox" Two smaller ships, about 100 km long each glided along next to it. They were still for only a moment. And in that moment the two smaller ships blasted the twin worlds below. Large spire of solidified hydrogen rained down upon Agric
Alpha and Beta, releasing the dangerous gas into the atmospheres of the planets. Any existing life began to wither. Following the barrage of the planets, smaller 1k long ships that had been hovering around the much bigger ships began to fly down and enter the planets atmosphere. Strange reptilian people wearing re breathers of a sort peered through the dense hydrogen fog after getting off one such ship. Finally one took off his mask and took a deep breath. When he didn't drop immediately dead, the other took off theirs. They began to take crates out of the ship, unloading portable buildings, robots, and various crops. While the robots began to set up farms with these crops, the reptilians began to press buttons and gizmos, causing large buildings to grow from their crates and attach themselves. The reptilians then walked inside. One of them found a comms unit and spoke over it "Admiral Frid'Or, we have established Dragmar 1 base 304. Requesting permission for robots to begin construction." All over Agric alpha and beta ships had established these small bases, while the larger ships remained in between the two planets. A single order was given "commence construction". All of the builder robots then got to work, quarrying stone and metal to add on to these new bases, while the Fogran in the flagship decided which one would make the best command center and capital of the system.

by **Path to Shangri-La** » Mon Apr 25, 2016 9:24 pm

Command Deck of the Planet-Breaker Eternal Sun

Two days. That's how long it had taken them to get from the Yul system, where Thessia and the heart of the Ecumene was to here. Two days they had been in Jumpspace, the etheral plane that allowed them to jump across the galaxy from their space, all the way across the galaxy to here. The High Fleet Admiral Shi'era, daughter of the empress, had been ordered to spread belief in The Mantle to what other civilizations might exist in the galaxy, and to establish an outpost so that a colony might arise in the system in later times.

And finally, they were here.

Jumpspace ruptures opened in orbit of Agric Alpha as the fleet emerged from FTL, announcing it's presence to the nearby alien vessals. She sent a message to the largest of these.

"This is High Fleet Admiral of the Imperial Navy. I will be the face you see untill I can varify that you are not hostile. We have come to colonize this system, and seek peaceful co-existance between us if that is possible."

by **Aclus** » Mon Apr 25, 2016 11:37 pm

Republic 3rd Fleet, ANF CORSAIR, Over Dumpster

The 3rd fleet was starioned here above dumpsters atmosphere to guard what was left of this place. They were also tasked with a top secret plan to somehow restore Dumpster to life after being wiped from everything it once had. Leading the guard was Verix Master Ahkul, a Human male who served in the Last Great War as a Knight, he then gained master status after his master died here and he came of age and skill.

"Prepare my shuttle and the evo suits, we are going down there" Ahkul told his men as they geared up. They then flew down into the lifeless planet, and landed.

A team of 30 men, 20 Republic Troopers and 10 scientists got out of the shuttle followed by Ahkul. Ahkul then walked towards the burnt plants and dead remnants of what were once living people.

"What happened here Mster Verix?" Pvt,Colvus, a new recruit asked the saddened Ahkul.

"Years ago in the Great Remnant war against DAX, this planet and it's inhabitants fell victim to the war, battles from above and down here set the planet on fire, when the fighting reached its full stage, the Landfish and the Verix wiped the planet clean of the life here, women and children were here too, the lives lost were so great, that somehow you could feel the amount of life being extinguished" Ahkul replied as he got up and assisted the scientists.

by **The Rimworld Remnant** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 12:12 am

A lone planetoid in the fringes of the Central System

A hooded man was in a room, alongside ten other men, 'Is the podium ready?' inquired the hooded man in a gruff and slightly hoarse voice, 'Yes Grandmaster Plantanaget.' replied one of the ten men. 'All good I see,' said Plantanaget 'Let's go now, not a moment to waste.'...
'My people! Can you see the current state of the Empire of the Rimworld Remnant? It is horridly ugly! Our systems have been occupied, one of our planets turned to ash! All because of the foreigners, however, we have the resources to drive out the invaders! Let us now drive them out, out of our lands, our planets, our systems, our Empire!' Grandmaster Plantanaget said without losing breath, and on cue, the fleet of the Remnant went on their way, to the Vektran controlled capital of the Rimworld Remnant.

by **Promethean Colonialists** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 1:56 am

Occult Div.
In the Promethean Flagship.
"Master ? Said Gork. We're gonna leave the FTL Speed."
"Indeed. Reply the Master Scott Writer IInd, the son of the Emperor." A few gigantic, alien like ships came aroud an burnt planet. " Astroborn div, 45th group, let's go. We're gonna investigate what's left on it, if there only ONE guy here, kill him." Said the Master.
Some capsule like, transporting the 45th Div left the flagship to investigate the planet.
The flagship, after 15min, finally managed to get into orbit aroud the burnt planet.

by **United Islands of Polis** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 3:27 am

Orbit of Dumpster
Combined Forces of the 12th and 83rd Combat Operations Fleets, UIPNS Monumental
Hangar Bay 53

Everyone in the fleet were dressed in their formal uniforms as they commemorated the lives lost, in the distance a piece of armor plating was floating in space, engraved in it "In Commemoration of the brave men and women who fought to protect what was right" despite the planet blowing up, it was in fact doomed when those creatures came from nowhere and attacked, it was merely a miracle that Captain Olivier and her ship the Light of Salvation made it out alive, most of the voluntary forces on board were here to see their home, some of them could not look at it once more, it was quiet until the PA system came to life

"Attention all crew members of the 12th and 83rd Combat Operations Fleet, we are to depart the system in 30 minutes, those who wish to stay for awhile may do so, but prepare for Slipspace jump, that is all" Admiral Glukhovsky looked at the planet with sadness, knowing he could not save it, but Vektra had done the proper thing and destroyed it which he was thankful for.

After 30 minutes the fleets arranged themselves in a defensive circle and began to plot course for Troaet, soon all ships were engulfed by Slipspace portals and left the lifeless rock

Sensor Coverage Area of Fleet Base Charoz, Troaet
Combined Forces of the 12th and 83rd Combat Operations Fleets, UIPNS Monumental
Command Structure, Bridge

"All ships reporting in Admiral" a young ensign said "So we arrived huh, prepare me a transport and alert their base that we have arrived for the signing of the treaty, also have a squad from the 1st Voluntary Force and a squad from the 82nd Expeditionary Force come with me as guards, also have Admiral Xing meet me in Hangar bay 53, in the meanwhile, I'll be getting ready, XO is in charge of the ship" he said as he left the bridge.

by **Scroobland** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 4:32 am

Path to Shangri-La wrote:Command Deck of the Planet-Breaker Eternal Sun

Two days. That's how long it had taken them to get from the Yul system, where Thessia and the heart of the Ecumene was to here. Two days they had been in Jumpspace, the etheral plane that allowed them to jump across the galaxy from their space, all the way across the galaxy to here. The High Fleet Admiral Shi'era, daughter of the empress, had been ordered to spread belief in The Mantle to what other civilizations might exist in the galaxy, and to establish an outpost so that a colony might arise in the system in later times.

And finally, they were here.

Jumpspace ruptures opened in orbit of Agric Alpha as the fleet emerged from FTL, announcing it's presence to the nearby alien vessals. She sent a message to the largest of these.
"This is High Fleet Admiral of the Imperial Navy. I will be the face you see untill I can varify that you are not hostile. We have come to colonize this system, and seek peaceful co-existance between us if that is possible."

The Fogran answered back to them over his video messger "While I am sure that tensions may cause our people to war, Peace can exist between us... For now." With that he closed out the message. The atmosphere of both Agric Alpha and Beta had now been converted completely to hydrogenics, and a forward command base had been established at coords 0'0 on Agric Beta.

by **Vasari** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 4:41 am

VINS Spirit of Fire, Flagship of Admiral Helda.
The Vasari Imperial Navy... was an Imperial Navy without an Empire.
Centuries upon centuries ago, they had been a vast empire, thousands and thousands of planets under their control, a vast fleet, large armies, arts and sciences... but that was long gone, gone with the Darkness.
In a last ditch effort to save the Empire, the Vasari, the 5th Fleet Group was send into deep space, send out with the last remains of their civilization, maybe to find a new home. Needless to say, they were still on their merry and not so merry way.
At the edges of the Core Fleet, scouts and reconnaissance ships looked for planets to exploit, the remains of space battles to salvage, other stellar empires to contact and to trade with. It had been many always fruitful.
One of these scouts had detected signs of a large fleet disengaging FTL-Systems closeby (or relatively closeby, the actual distance was mind-boggingly large, but a skip in the measures of space). While the scout continued along its way, the Fleet Command dispatched the 4th Fleet to look into the matter in one way or the other.
The 4th Fleet had even been reinforced for that purpose with several of their salvaged ships: Shinano, Apache and Navajo. They had simply better sensors, although several vessels of the Core Fleet were currently updated with similar systems.
Anyway, the Flag Squadron disengaged their phase jumps around eight light years away from the system - the Fleet was already assembled. A short bout of activity rushed through the assembled fleet, as they formed up.
Then they jumped to the system, coming to a rest around two light hours away from the star in defensive formation. Fighters and bombers were launched, shields raised and weapons powered up, but the fleet did not make a move so far.
Several planets, a fleet base, as it appeared. There was also a large debris field. Two more fleets were in the system, one close to the debris field.
Admiral Helda frowned.
He ordered his fleet into defensive formation, but that could all change within the minute, if he didn't act fast. On the other hand, acting fast could cause problems. It was a calculated risk, which he took.
"Signal the Fleet.", he told his communications officer, "Hold positions, defensive formation. And send a message on broadband, standart greeting."
"Yes, Admiral.", his subordinate replied and went to work.
A few moments later, a message in all languages known to the Vasari was broadcasted on broadband, greeting, stating their peaceful intentions, but also assuring them, that they would defend themselves if needed. Plus, they asked kindly for trade.
It would be interesting - first contacts always were.

by **New Zacharia** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 5:51 am

Eleaxus Arcology, Hemera, Zacharia System

A million infinitesimal shards of glittering crystal glass cast in as many colours, as only the altered Hemeran eye could ever perceive. The mosaic sculpture depicted in inhuman detail a spiralling figure reaching towards the sublime. The glass sang as each shard vibrated at a unique frequency. It would have been white noise to an unaugmented listener, but to his ears it was a rapturous, ethereal melody.

Sier Di Weiss sat before it in wordless contemplation, as he had for four hundred and thirty hours. There was no need to move, nor to eat or drink, for the ambient nanites of the arcology’s atmosphere kept his body chemistry in perfect equilibrium. He sat, his face an inert mask of serenity.

Before a Dhatran servant entered the chamber.

He was masked out of courtesy, to conceal the abominable ugliness of the un-enhanced human form, but his presence alone offended Sier's sensibilities, most of all when he was deep in reflection upon the sublime.

"What could possibly justify this interruption?"

"The Executor entreats you to join him, sir. I am informed the matter is most urgent"

Executor Winstrad Hehr received him at his Eleaxus Estate. They sat on the west balcony overlooking the Arcad Forest, and the artificial sea that ringed the interior of the Arcology.

"Quite a sight, is it not?" the Executor gestured towards the horizon as he opened a bottle of wine.

"It is indeed" Sier replied. Colour roiled in the waves, laced as they were with billions of bio-luminescent bacteria. The artificial skies cast an immaculate holographic sunset over the auroral waters, and seemed to draw out the reds and golds of Arcad's always autumnal trees.

"And is it not most comforting, Sier, to think on how, in any number of years not an iota of that sight will have changed? How our children's children, and all their descendants shall look upon the exact same vista, and share in its beauty?

There was no erosion on Hemera, no decline, or decay, for all its verdant environments were entirely artificial, housed within innumerable arcologies sunken deep into the planet's barren crust. They had been created long ago from the dust of the surface, through the wonders of long-lost nano-technology, and that technology still carried out its ancient functions to this day, maintaining the world, or rather the thousand-fold worlds within it, in perfect, pristine stasis.

"It is, Winstrad. But you mean to tell me something, don't you?"

"Yes..." it seemed for a moment as though the Executor had become lost in the sunset instead, "...yes I had meant to ask if it were true, that you were contemplating stepping down as Security Director?"

"It is, Winstrad. I have served many years, and I am glad for them. Dealing with the lesser races of humanity beyond Hemera has made me more conscious of my blessings. Yet now my children are old enough to manage the Di Weiss Corporation, I would prefer to retire from public life, and spend my remaining years in contemplation, and in writing"

"A noble calling, my friend, and may art come of it. But I fear that it should wait. What I mean to tell you is that-"

"-that Hemera is threatened. That our children's descendants might not look upon this sea."

"Yes. Indeed I see now I should have recalled you earlier. We have already lost valuable time, and you have been wasted as Security Director, doing nothing more than incinerating refugees. Your story is not over yet, Sier. I would like you to retake your old position, as First Admiral"

"First Admiral? Is it as bad as that? War?"

"It is, Sier. It is most terrible. There will be war, and it will be a war greater than any the Commonwealth has ever seen. We cannot let it reach Hemera, or mankind's purpose itself will be lost"

"This is the nature of the threat", the Executor told him, holo-projecting footage of war and chaos in the Rimworlds.

Sier's lip curled. "Sentient machines. Mindless abominations"

"This madness in the Rimworlds has spun far out of control. The mechanocracies have not been defeated. Far from it, the abominations are stronger than ever. On the worlds they conquer, millions of humans are converted into their soulless kind. And these monstrous Sherk will make what worlds remain uninhabitable"

"If the region falls-"

"-then the Commonwealth will be next"

"What forces of order remain?"

"Only the members of this, Troaet Treaty Organisation. They too count foul aliens amongst their numbers - but at least these aliens share their human allies' goals of peace and stability"

"Then my last act as Security Director shall be to establish an accord with the Troaet Coalition"

"So you accept?"

"Of course"

Thank you, First Admiral Di Weiss. There is no man I would rather entrust with our defence. I hope that, by your grace, order shall be restored to the Rimworlds, and the future of Hemera shall be secured. But we are outnumbered and outmatched and...well, I suppose this day was always going to come", he poured another glass of wine, "-but if this is to be the end of Hemera then make it a glorious, fiery last stand. Because it will be a cold universe when we are gone."

COMMUNICATION TO THE TROAET TREATY ORGANISATION

The Sublime Commonwealth of New Zacharia wishes to extend military support to governments dedicated to the restoration of order and peace to the Rimworlds, and to the eradication of mechanocracies.

The stability of a neighbouring region is in the sincere interests of New Zacharia, and whilst convention prohibits the Commonwealth being a signatory of any such interstellar treaties as the Troaet accords, we nonetheless desire alliance with its members against the common threats that face us all.

The Commonwealth requests military access to the Troaet system, as a staging post from which a combined offensive may be launched to retake the Rimworlds. A naval taskforce has already been assembled for this undertaking, and pending your acceptance it can reach the system within a month. We acknowledge that relations between Hemeralkind and the other races and species of this galaxy have often been strained, but we ask that, in recognition of the unprecedented scale of the crisis which now besets the Rimworlds, that our pasts, and all slights and tensions, real or perceived, are put behind us.

-First Admiral Sier Di Weiss

by **Taigawa** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 7:49 am

Scroobland wrote:
Path to Shangri-La wrote:Command Deck of the Planet-Breaker Eternal Sun

Two days. That's how long it had taken them to get from the Yul system, where Thessia and the heart of the Ecumene was to here. Two days they had been in Jumpspace, the etheral plane that allowed them to jump across the galaxy from their space, all the way across the galaxy to here. The High Fleet Admiral Shi'era, daughter of the empress, had been ordered to spread belief in The Mantle to what other civilizations might exist in the galaxy, and to establish an outpost so that a colony might arise in the system in later times.

And finally, they were here.

Jumpspace ruptures opened in orbit of Agric Alpha as the fleet emerged from FTL, announcing it's presence to the nearby alien vessals. She sent a message to the largest of these.
"This is High Fleet Admiral of the Imperial Navy. I will be the face you see untill I can varify that you are not hostile. We have come to colonize this system, and seek peaceful co-existance between us if that is possible."

The Fogran answered back to them over his video messger "While I am sure that tensions may cause our people to war, Peace can exist between us... For now." With that he closed out the message. The atmosphere of both Agric Alpha and Beta had now been converted completely to hydrogenics, and a forward command base had been established at coords 0'0 on Agric Beta.

The officer was delighted that she wouldn't have to fight them yet. As the feed was cut, she began to relay a message to the keyships in her fleet, which despite the military appearence and armnament, carried civilian colonists, their equipment, and enough prefab structures to construct a fairly-sized settlement. The High Fleet Admiral's orders were simple: "Land and begin construction of the colonial outpost at these coordinates."

All at once, the Forerunner Keyships began desending to planetary coordinates 25'N 45'W before landing nearby. Civilians began emerging from these ancient vessals, with heavy constrution equipment, and began to arrange the prefab structures into two and three-level residential and scientific laboratory structures. The center of the settlement was a square where the shuttles from the keyships and the rest of the fleet could land and give out supplies to the civilians of the colony. One of these vessals was then assigned to protect the colony as the others were sent back up for supplies from the larger vessals in the fleet. Soon a small town had been set up, and the civilians were busiliy setting up electrical, communications, and defensive infanstructure throughout the colony.

by **Vogega** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 10:10 am

V.E.S. Chima Paketh
"Sir, we will arrive in ten minutes."
"Good, very good," the Captain said in response to the navigational officer.
This was more out of tradition than anything else. A ship's A.I. could handle everything and tell of all ship processes.
"I want all weapons charged and shields up when we arrive."
"Would you like me to launch all strike craft as well."
"No, that would seem too hostile."
"They have destroyed countless robots."
"Then we will just have to appear peaceful."
"Peace is not something this system is known for."
"Prepare a engineer corps to come to the surface. We are here with only machines today and our small amount of troops. We need this base.
"They will be ready."

The ships emerged from hyperspace in flashes of blue light with shields up and weapons armed. A small force launched with engineers and some guard robots to the surface of Shah.

by **Doom Legions** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 11:31 am

Orginania
Darkhollme, Legion Command

The mighty fortress of Legion Command, arguably the best defended spot in the Multiverse. Located at the center of the city of Darkhollme, capital city of the Legions of Doom, a place where tanks patrol the streets and soldiers are present at every corner.
Many would call this overdoing it, but over the course of the millenia, the Legions haven't aquired a shortage of enemies. In fact, there are billions upon billions of people that would want to see them burn, but very few would dare attempt break through the countless fortifications to reach the mastermind behind it all, the Aspect of Doom himself, and try to slay him.

The one other thing the Legions love besides overfortifying their worlds, is aquiring new worlds to overfortify and seeking out new foes to destroy. These desires go hand in hand with the goals of Doom, which is to maintain and enforce Order throughout all of creation. Afterall, there can be no chaos when all disorderly things are dead and destroyed.

This day, one of the Aspect's Legionnaires approached his obsidian throne with reports of chaos threatening to envelop a system the Legions recently operated in, the Rimworlds were once again about to be plunged into madness and war. As the Legionnaire approached, he was closely watched by two massive figures flanking the thrones of the Aspect and his Counsils. Daemons, he knew, Primordial ones, each almost as old as Doom itself, the perfect guards. He kneeled before the Aspect and awaited his permission.

The Aspect gazed down upon his subject. Oh how well he has forged them. "Rise, my warrior. What brings you before me?"

The Legionnaire rose up and saluted. "My Lord, I bring news on the Rimworlds, the systems lord Ghalthazar recently operated in. The system is being beset by opportunists, heretics and machines, the chances of war are 107%."

"I see." Replied the Aspect. "This won't do, we must act once more. This time, however, we make sure the degenerates are dealt with, no sneaking around." He said as he slowly tapped his fingers together. "I shall discuss this with the Counsils, you are dismissed, warrior."

"Thank you, my Lord." Said the Legionnaire, who then saluted and marched out again.

20 Minutes later

The members of both the High Doomlord and Magi Counsils were summoned, atleast those not currently deployed in campaigns, aswell as the mighty Overmind.
It was a gathering of the greatest minds in the Legions, and the most powerful individuals. There was no doubt that together they could make entire galaxies reel in pain. But that was not the goal of this meeting.
The Aspect spoke up. "Hail, my friends. I've gathered you here to discuss the developments in the Rimworlds as friends, foes and simple opportunists descend upon the system, war is already a certainty so we must act swiftly. We must move in, remove any resistance and restore Order."

"Easier said than done." Said High Doomlord Lightbane. "It will prove difficult to fight off all the factions descending upon the place."

"Pft, as if those degenerate weaklings have any chance against our might!" Boasted High Doomlord Karnarran. "What hope do they have against our limitless power?"

"I must agree with Karnarran." Said High Warlock Karras. "We've got the firepower and the Magiks to take them on, if they were wise they would surrender themselves to our mercy upon noticing our arrival!"

"Though you are right that we have the power to crush them, we can't focus all our might into one system." Said Darkfire, Arch Lich and Grandmaster of Magic, head of the Magi Counsil. "Remember, we are fighting countless wars out there as we speak here, our numbers are limitless and we can't risk them being spread too thin."

"Then we will strike with precision, hit priority targets. Divide and Conquer. Shock and Awe. We are masters of War, I will not see us bested by these.. amateurs. Not now, not ever." Said High Doomlord Carthax. "I've got just the man for this campaign, with him in command of the fleet victory is ours already, I assure you."

"And as ever, I have a fine Doomlord ready to lead our main groundforces." High Doomlord Tyranathan said happily.

"Very well then, gentlemen, once more, it's time for war." Said the Aspect, solidifying the decision.

For another couple of hours they discussed contributions from their Legions and servants and who to lead them.

Skaldarrin System
Primary Legion Campaign Staging Point

The Skaldarrin System, located at the edge of the galaxy the Legions call home, served as the staging point for most major operations and campaigns. The system was home to a great many Spacestations, Shipyards and of course Planetcrackers, making sure all fleets were fully repaired, supplied and properly protected in preparation for deployment.

Aboard the Star Reaver, a Legendary Armageddon-Class Warship, sat Carthax' chosen Doomlord, one of the First Legion and going by the name of Malebolgius. He was widely known within the Legions for his ruthlesness and relentlesness. He was the kind of man that would see victory, even if he had to crush the skull of every enemy combatant himself. He was Legion.

Gathered besides his Flagship were many other Legion Vessels, topped off by a Light Planetcracker, the large mobile spacestation attracting the most attention of all the might warships. Even more than the two grotesque Leviathans and their flocks the Overmind had contributed.

Besides Malebolgius, two other Doomlords were assigned to the Invasion Fleet, Doomlord Gallidius of the Second Legion would be in charge of the main ground forces, while Doomlord Shandarren of the Eight Legion would be in charge of a secondary ground army.

Back aboard the Star Reaver, Malebolgius overlooked the amassed fleet and was pleased with what he saw.

"My lord, all vessels are accounted for, we are ready to depart the system." Said one of his Battlemasters.

"Excellent," Replied Malebolgius. "Send the order to the fleet, Navigator, set course for our destination. Set course, for war!"

In front of all vessels, massive Rifts of black and red energy tore open and the ships flew through, entering the Plane of Doom. They would likely arrive later than most others, if not all others, as the distance they had to cross was vast, even by the Void's standards, but they would definetly not be the least..

by **Novum Alexandria** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 2:25 pm

Once again, the delicate strings of light unifying the Alexandrian Empire as one, great web pulsated with tidings of war. The most recent attempt at international intervention for the sake of a Mechanocratic state, as the Upper Administration has classified it. The League-Rimworld Assimilation had produced sub-par results at best.

The Empire's archaic protocols regarding formal warfare were dusted off for the occasion. The Network sung out across the void, garnering the attention of the massive web that was the Lower Administration. Their numbers deliberated over the call, appealed to the upper Administration-- A champion was presented: Sector Administrator Techka. Resources were gathered, arrangements were made, teleportation arrays were relocated. The invasion of a system in another universe was no small task. All the arcane technology of the Alexandrians came together to facilitate an event of such magnitude that its repercussions were felt in the Milky Way of the Home Dimension. The event, practiced less than ten times throughout the entire history of the nation, was the transportation of an entire supercarrier through teleport.

Some few hundred light years away from the Rimworld System, a sphere measuring up to some twenty kilometers in diameter appeared amidst the barren rocks and planets of a distant solar system. Ancient eyes settled their gaze on a distant star. The planets in orbit of it were mere resources to be contributed to the expansion of The Plan. The star itself, a catalyst for change.

Administrator Techka's intelligence stretched out over the numerous "dumb" AIs on the sphere, and they expressed their will through the modest section of the Network connected to the starship's communications hardware. Energy surged from the primary reactors to a series of dormant, concentric rings arrayed about the ship's FTL drive. As a machine known simply as a Catalyst spun to life, space was split open by the forceful construction of twin wormholes. There was no trumpeting announcement of the Empire's arrival for those already present in the Rimworld System. The Alexandrians had no intention of providing a warning to those who had sealed their fate.

Dumpster's northern pole was illuminated by a spectacular flash of light and heat as its surface was introduced to a drop pod big enough to house a tank. Within a mere minute of landing, the pod burst open, and the colossus known as a Commander sundered forth across wrecked trinkets of civilization and ashen earth to fabricate a gateway through which the remainder of the forces in orbit could be deployed. In short time, the entirety of the Alexandrian force was on Dumpster, and between the Harvester and Commander, a citadel from which their campaign would be waged was entering the first stages of its infancy. Though it would require great time and resources before the base would reach its full potential, the initial stages were sufficiently intimidating in their own right. The establishment of weaponry capable of firing at ships intent on bombarding the position-- Should they discover the Alexandrians-- And the construction of numerous, smaller, immobile machines affixed with equipment to fabricate replacements for any automatons lost in the coming conflict. Perhaps, if it came to it, to increase the number of troops deployed. The process took more time than Techka was comfortable with, and the spherical starship that had acted as their transport retreated long before it was completed.

As it were, the machines and the Teiss Infantry did not interact a great deal. The Teiss were content to hole up in makeshift trenches and shelters until they were called upon to assault the foes of the Empire. Whether they required sustenance remained to be seen.

by **Vektra** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 2:29 pm

Rimworld, vektran soil

Time has passed since the war on Dumpster and the assimilation of Rimworld homeworld, and it changed a lot since our arrival.

There was almost no incidents in the new annexed world. When the stargate was activated, and the portal to Helghan activated, thousands of soldiers marched throw it. Hospitals were reformed with vektran hi technology. Diseases were cured, and any person with any kind of malfunction or health issue, were cured. New technologies arrived, and people from Rimworld get purchase them. New laws were created in order to give more freedom to the rimworld citizens, and new works created.

Now, everywhere in the planet (a city planet), factories, defenses and shields were raised in order to self defence the planet, and even a Space Fortress was defending the new vektran world.

2 months after the anexation, the president of Vektra, Jhon Kerrigan, and the God Emperor Azrael, crossed the stargate to visit Rimworld.

There were soldiers, tanks andspace fighters patroling everywhere, and droid soldiers patroling the slums (slums that were progessively dissapearing thanks to the vektrain aid). At the beggining of the occupation, citizens of rimworld were worried about what was going to be about them "Will we die? Are we gonna be sacrificed?". Soon, those questions began to vanish, as they seem their lives and the city, where quickly imptoving. Little by little, anybody could see a vektran flag in lot of balcons from any neighbourhood, and new citizens arrived from distant vektran worlds, such as miqotes and mitrolians.

12 days after the vektran president, Jhon Kerrigan, and the God emperor's arrival on Rimworld, a meeting was set to appear on every single TV on Rimworld...

In the biggest and most important place on Rimworld, the Freedom square, a wonderfull scenario was set, and tons of chairs prepared for the upcoming meeting. Streets were shinig, flags rised, and guards with its best armours.

When the day of the meeting arrived, both leaders appeared, and anyone could see them on TV.

"My people... sons and daughters of the vektran Rimworld... I speak to you, with pain in my heart...
You seen the prosperity you have reached in so less time, but theres still plentfull of planets and people who still cannot reach it. A prosperity, unity and glory, that only Vektra can bring! By many years, those who opressed you, send you to die in the droid war trenches, only because they didn't wanted to have a peace treaty with Dax! And you, my sons... sadly, you paid those consequences... But now, everything changed... We are here, and we are here to stay for ever. We will request a peace treaty, in order no more inocent lives would be lost in this endles war.
But rejpice! Because in the time you have given me, I have rebuild this planet, I have rebuild it's strenght, and I have rebuild its pride!
On this day, we stand united once more... ON THIS DAY, THOSE DRIVEN TO DIVIDE US, WILL HEAR OUR VOICE!!!! IN THIS DAY, WE SHALL ACT AS ONE, AND YOU, MY PEOPLE, SHOULD BE IGNORED NO MORE!!!
Defenders of the Vektran dream, NOW IS OUR TIME!!!"

.

After that, new police units where raised and new recruits arrived from the native population from Rimworld. Everybody wanted to continue with this prosperity.

by **Daxarnia** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 2:40 pm

ADMIRAL HYPNOS
EDGE OF FORMER RIMWORLD SPACE

The 81st Combined Siege Fleet was nearing its destination, a small cluster of star systems that had belonged to the empire known as the Rimworld Remnant, before coming under siege by several superpowers in support of a rouge synthetic intelligence, throwing the small cluster of systems into chaos. Elsewhere, the Daxarnian Empire was undergoing several dramatic changes. For the first time in its history, they were at peace. The Dominion had agreed to relent it's claim on the Imperial core worlds, and in return the Empire had relinquished several captured Dominion outposts. However, over the centuries, the Empire had focused itself on war and war alone, and there was a significant surplus of soldiers and war machines that would serve no purpose now that peace reigned. Furthermore, the conflict with the mechanocratic-aligned Dominion had caused significant damage to the Empire's relations with other mechanocracies, damage that needed to be repaired.

To ratify these issues, the High Lords needed a conflict between mechanocratic-aligned powers and some other faction that did not matter to Imperial politics. The Empire could then intervene on the side of the mechanocracies and regain a good standing with them. Such an opportunity had shown itself in the Rimworld conflict, yet the fleet sent by the High Lords had arrived too late, the Remnant government had already fallen to the civilisation known as Vektra. The Empire had encountered Vektra before, and generally considered them to be do-gooders who always stuck their collective noses into things that didn't concern them. It certainly didn't help that the Vektrans had blown up world of Polypontia, home of the one of the races that had formed the alliance that the Empire had been associated with at the time, over a few cultural differences. Well, and a swarm of zerg in the service of the Doom Legions. That the Rimworld capital had fallen into the hands of the Vektrans was deemed unacceptable by the High Lords, so another fleet better suited for the task at hand had been commissioned to rid the ruined Rimworld empire of the Vektran threat and install a more mechanocracy=friendly government, preferably one that was in the thrall of the High Lords.

That fleet was the 81st Combined Siege, and had been placed under the command of Admiral Hypnos, a celebrated commander whom had secured several key victories against the Dominion navy in the Galactic War. Equipped for orbital bombardment, long-term area denial, and siege warfare the combined fleet would soon unleash the wrath of the Daxarnian empire upon the Vektran heathens and anyone else foolish enough to get in their way.

by **The Dominion of Black Sun** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 4:53 pm

Dominion Deep-Space Frontier Fleet, ELNON-2180-9824.II
L.ON-X.II System, 168,000 kilometers from Corpse-World ON-02801 'Ono'
The 'Tallyhawl', a Castigator-Class Hyperdreadnought

A broken world now sat in Argus's view, twisted and mangled, a magnificent exemplar for any would-be rebellion as to what awaits with such treachery. Once, this was the verdant world Ono - no longer would it be thus.

Across the remaining regions of the wrecked planet, fire surged across what little there was of the blasted atmosphere, a dirty haze that glared vibrant reds and oranges, flashing and flaring as debris fell rained down upon the tortured surface, crushing and obliterating what remnants might have remained. The air ran thin upon the edges of these shattered pieces, where gravity had failed completely, and massive shards of debris drifted out from where the core once had been. Clouds of gas and wreckage scattered quickly about the planet's orbit, its continents floating freely, and its innermost reaches exposed for complete exploitation.

In truth, Ono, or what remained of it, would prove more useful for the segment dead than it ever would have alive. With this in mind, Iseppien felt no guilt nor conscience for the death of its former inhabitants - they'd done the Dominion a service. Their sacrifices would be eternally memorialized, as their planet is devoured by great World Decomposers. Boiled down to its most base atomic elements in the molecular furnaces of the resource fleets to come, Ono would be reincarnated into machines of every sort for every purpose, starship fleets that would tread further into the stars, cities that sprawl across the worlds of the living, even parts of new and artificial worlds that would house billions more than Ono could ever have. Indeed, the dead were always the Dominion's most loyal allies.

If he would have had it his way, Argus would have put the torch to a million worlds more, inhabited or not - the only purpose worlds made of rock rather than iron served was the ease of conquest, and the squeamishness of a weak human mind to purge inferior species. Iseppien forbade any xeno from serving aboard his ship, no matter their skill. They were less than dirt to him, so he would not allow for their presence.

But that was mere politics, social discourse and whatnot. Currently, he had other duties to attend.

Argus watched as the Presage of Night departed from the system with the rest of its death fleet, vanishing into their reddish-black threadway tears on their way back to Arrelos system, the segment capital. Argus was always somewhat leery of the the Presage's captain - the man seemed almost obsessed with his job. Nevertheless, he commended his dedication to what some might have found a virtually impossible task - he was a rather young captain, after all, but certainly a proficient one, much more than he'd been then...

Argus turned to the sound of footsteps approaching from his rear, an automaton by the sound of it - his assumption proved correct at the sight of the silvery machine, its smooth, featureless-face staring blankly upon him.

"A directive, machine?" Argus spoke a dose of annoyance, as was his natural tone when disturbed from his own self-reflection and inner thoughts.

The automaton spoke: "Yes, Fleet Admiral Iseppien; they are from Arrelos directly. Please receive this information packet, and I will return to normal function." The automaton pulled a small part of its own self from its arm, the appendage reforming and repairing like a metallic gel. The small article of its own self it had plucked became a rounded, metallic blob, imbued with a faint and curious white glow. Iseppien took it, feeling its warmth in his hand, a malleable, putty-like substance.

The machine was dismissed, departing in a flash as it vanished toward some other region of the ship. Argus approached a blank console, one without button or screens or any sort of apparatus - none were necessary for its operation. He pressed the small, silvery object into the solid plate, crushing it flat, and in but a single second it was absorbed into the flat surface.

"DIRECTIVE UPDATE COMPLETE: LAUNCHING PROGRAM..."

The voice, audibly neither male nor female, announced the reception of the data. Argus seated himself in his command chair, then gliding into place with the console as holographic panels and screens flooded the whole of the large and spacious bridge. Deck officers beneath began upon their way, following orders already prepared for them, and all the while, Argus examined the information.

In essence, they were to 'investigate' a point almost upon very frontier of the segments border, system E.NO-B.III. Deep space relay data shows high levels of interstellar activity, specifically, conflict, or so the readings did seem to suggest. At any rate, they would be there within the hour.

"All hands, prepare for coordinated short-stitch leap. Initializing: 30 seconds, sort green." Argus commanded aloud, his order then forwarded throughout the ship. The visage of Ono was swept away, and the rest of the D.S.F. Fleet came into view.

Ninety-two ships, gleaming in the bleached sunlight of the L-ON.X.II system. Argus' was the largest - the Tallyhawl, a hyperdreadnought, a true starship in every sense, serviced by a city's worth in crew and automata, she stretched far into the horizon, toward the sun, its proud architecture silhouetted by the light.

The dreadnought was a vessel dominated by a metal architecture in the neoclassical style, an ancient principal that had now come to dominate the Dominion's greatest works in terms of construction and appearance. She was painted in a white livery with gold trimmings wherever and whenever was tastefully possible. Such detail flourished across the lethal structure all across her length, from bow to stern, so that she was just as much a beautiful sight as it was a frightful one.

Stately towers and proud domes stood up and down her length, some outfitted with large and imposing guns, others for pure visual appeal. Heroic figures of Dominion history stood about her structure, now revered as gods of conquest rather than the people they once were - they were most dignified in their poses. The thousands of turret arcades that lined either side of the ship's base were dressed by much the same careful detail, detail that embellished their figure as both the Dominion's sword and its voice. The hundreds of hangar bays in her aft section were equally as expressed by the brilliant metalwork done upon the ship, and all things else were granted no less care nor consideration, in neither craftsmanship, functionality, nor practicality.

The ship had particularly tall and ornate superstructure, sitting like the capital of this white-and-gold palace-city, housing the bridge amongst other central command centers. However, her most distinct feature was her prow. It swept down, as though plowing through the stars, and with this one solid structure, it gave a preface to the entire ship behind it. At its very tip, there'd been affixed a massive ram, one that one would suppose was merely for visual appearance - and one would most most certainly wrong. With as much elegance as the Tallyhawl did claim for herself, she had in that same degree as much terror to compensate.

The other ninety-one ships were not quite as magnificent. Though they carried much the same principles in their base design, they were of the common stock. Argus' ship was a relic indeed, and treated with all the respect and care that it had earned over many millennia of dutiful service. The transports were her nearest rivals in size, yet they had only scale, and none of the appearance - they served their purpose as the mass-moving vessels for the fleet, and everything else was not even remotely comparable in neither power nor appearance.

Yet the fleet did move. For its size, the Tallyhawl was remarkable swift, out-turning even the line ships, already in leap-position. When, inevitably, the whole fleet was ready to move, the horizon began to decay. As though one were burning curtains, or some material fabric, out from the void left between burned an emerald light, as well as a strange, exotic green matter that poured in a nebulous cloud; this was the gate to the Threadway, the Dominion's own, private means of rather quick, relatively safe, and quite practical means interstellar and intergalactic passage.

This was achieved through the utilization of various sub-universes, infant realms that had yet to grow any larger than a few hundred light years. Such universes are this one's parallel, and therefore any distance traveled there would be exponentially larger here, when one resurfaced. There were indeed differences in what color emanated from such gateways, despite that within the universes were generally darkish-grey - it marked a different universe; blues were larger, reds smaller, and likewise, blues were less prone to any mid-travel interference yet slower, whilst red was always somewhat of a potential risk, but exceptionally faster. Skill and necessity is what defined what sort of travel one decided to choose upon - it can and has made the difference between victory and defeat.

The fleet moved. Like one body made of dozens of separate, each entered upon their own individual gates. They accelerated, reaching top speeds in moments, racing away and leaving trails of exhaust behind them. The gates collapsed whence they'd vanished within them, leaving nothing but small clouds of remnant dust, and Ono, resting in the distance. Soon, the only traffic here would be resource fleets, who would break the planet down to nothing, and leave behind only molecular ash.

E.NO-B.III system was their destination, but others, those foreign to the Dominion and its particular ways, would call it Dumpster. The Deep Space Frontier Fleet, headed by the great Fleet Admiral Argus Iseppien, was underway, expecting nothing yet prepared for every occasion - war, if need be.

by **Aclus** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 5:22 pm

Dumpster

The Republic 3rd fleet was on their patrol around Dumpster, everything was normal until a mass of Starships came out of nowhere, there were many Starships, it looked like an Armada with ships of different designs strange to the Aclusian people. Admiral Novan, now in his 70's sent out a transmission towards the opposite fleet.

TRANSMISSION

"Unidentified Admiral please identify who you and your forces are and why you are here in Alliance and Republic space, We shall not fire on you unless hostilities are declared by you"

The Republic Fleet then readied their guns and raised shields in case of enemy fire.

by **The Landfish Colonies** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 9:03 pm

Fleet Base Charoz
Official Imperial Command Post on the Front
Troaet, Rimworld Space

"ON THIS DAY, THOSE DRIVEN TO DIVIDE US, WILL HEAR OUR VOICE!!!! IN THIS DAY, WE SHALL ACT AS ONE, AND YOU, MY PEOPLE, SHOULD BE IGNORED NO MORE!!! Defenders of the Vektran dream, NOW IS OUR TIME!!!"

The screen switched off, and the leaders of the Troaet Treaty Organization sat in silence for a moment. Around the table where several Landfish Legion Captains, the Rimworld Chairman, Nicholas Jensen and several of his people, and the United Islands of Polis fleet Admiralty. At the head of the table, Legion Master Matevvi Volk sat with his hand over the bridge of his nose until the recording shut off. He nodded, before looking up to address the crowd.

"This man has a way with words," He snorted, "Who do you think wrote them for him?"

"Sounds like something from a child's game." Captain Kostovo offered.

"None the less, the people are buying it. The Rimworld has been occupied by the Vektrans, Chairman." Master Volk turned to address Mr. Jensen, "They poison your people with lies, only to further their agenda. Yet they are blind." With the wave of a hand a holographic map appeared over the table, detailing the Rimworld system, "Despite the Vektran Exterminatus droids have annexed Dumpster, and more Mechanocracies are pouring into the system as we speak. The time to act is now. The Rimworlds are our last line of defence, and should they fall, our own systems will surely be next. As such, securing them should be our top priority. Captain Kostovo, your Ground Army and the Dumpster survivors will be in charge of protecting Remnant shield worlds, working alongside any troops Polis may offer to the cause.

"My men will be mobilized for Vektran territory, and reclaim the Rimworld Capital." The Legion Master turned to look at the Polisian Admiral, "Any help with this cause would be appreciated, as would your role securing key shield worlds."

"It is also worth mention," Captain Kostovo spoke up, "A rouge state known as the Commonwealth of New Zacharia has offered their support for our cause, while unable to fully join the Organization. It was within the range of possibilities that they may move troops to the Vektran Rimworld, or assist in containing droids."

The Legion Master leaned back in his chair, looking at the Polisian Admiral, "Thoughts?"

by **The Rimworld Remnant** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 10:10 pm

The fleet of the Remnant passed by Troaet, where a command post of nations wanting to revive the empire were, the flagship of the fleet, where the Grandmaster was residing in, sent a transmission to the base.

Aah, greetings, I am Grandmaster Plantanaget of the Remnant, I can see that we have common interests, thus, I would like to propose an alliance? We will strike back at the Vektrans and the mechanocratic fanatics.

OOC: You don't know this IClly!
IC:
Something about the Rimworld Remnant's citizens, they are trained, to fake their happiness, they are trained in this so that if a nation occupies the empire, they will fake their happiness, and when the time is right, they will immediately rebel and rejoin the empire.

by **Excidium Planetis** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 10:42 pm

Shavu Orbit

The Dark Dawn class cruiser DD-0001 Aphotic Sunrise slipped out of warp near the Rimworld planet Shavu. It was alone, or course*. With a speed that defied normal Excidian technology**, and indeed the very laws of physics, the vessel scanned the system for other vessels.

There were quite a lot, but not as many as there had been before, when the Excidian Navy had decided not to get involved.

New Zacharia wrote:
COMMUNICATION TO THE TROAET TREATY ORGANISATION

(Image)

The Sublime Commonwealth of New Zacharia wishes to extend military support to governments dedicated to the restoration of order and peace to the Rimworlds, and to the eradication of mechanocracies.

The stability of a neighbouring region is in the sincere interests of New Zacharia, and whilst convention prohibits the Commonwealth being a signatory of any such interstellar treaties as the Troaet accords, we nonetheless desire alliance with its members against the common threats that face us all.

The Commonwealth requests military access to the Troaet system, as a staging post from which a combined offensive may be launched to retake the Rimworlds. A naval taskforce has already been assembled for this undertaking, and pending your acceptance it can reach the system within a month. We acknowledge that relations between Hemeralkind and the other races and species of this galaxy have often been strained, but we ask that, in recognition of the unprecedented scale of the crisis which now besets the Rimworlds, that our pasts, and all slights and tensions, real or perceived, are put behind us.

-First Admiral Sier Di Weiss

Encrypted Transmission Start...
Official Correspondence

Excidium Planetis protests your intended eradication of the mechanocracies, both because it is futile and because it is alarmingly racist and technophobic.

We have interacted with numerous mechanocratic states, and while most of them were imperialistic hellholes, at least one is not so bad.

Please reconsider your position.

Authorized by the Excidium Planetis Navy

Open Transmission Start...
Official Correspondence

All involved factions,

We believe that it is in the best interests of all involved parties to maintain the neutrality and stability of the system. The best way to achieve this is by cooperation between those forces interested in the continuation of the Rimworld government and those interested in recreating the Rimworld government in a better form.

Excidium Planetis shall lend combat support to the pro-Rimworld forces in exchange for concessions that the Rimworld Remnant's remaining population holds free elections to reform the government and expand civil rights to include sapient AIs.

It is our hope that the imperialistic powers which seek to conquer this system can be repelled by a united effort.

Authorized by the Excidium Planetis Navy

OOC:
*Surprise! Following new policy, all groups of one military warship are referred to as a Battle Fleet to confuse enemy forces.

**That's because the Dark Dawn class was designed and built by the Archailect Collective of Aeiouia. We have since refurbished it to make it significantly better.

by **Nazeroth** » Tue Apr 26, 2016 11:40 pm

The Dark Star Kingdom of Nazeroth

Caliph System

From the cold void came the warping of space as Netherdrives opened up a sick green glow into existence. From the stars bleak streaks tore open for the Gorc war fleet, one after the another ships poured in from FTL. The vessels were crude, twisted Gothic in nature and menacing, essentially floating slabs of armor, guns and fire. The black ships glowed from their ships heated core which provided enough struggling heat to keep the slaves inside from flash freezing. Sick green and orange flames flickered from their sub-light engines as they sloppy burned their fuel, On board the vessels there teamed hordes upon hordes of Gorcs, vile squat creatures created as cannon fodder, slaves and whatever else the Black King desired for them. They moved in the dim Gothic hallways brandishing all manner of crude energy and projectile weapons, heckling one another as their masters watched over them with an iron fist. Lash's could be heard driving ammunition to the gun and torpedo bays of their ships.

Lord Krux was in charge of this fleet and he had already lost two destroyers making his way into this cold region of space. He stood upon the bridge of the Gorc Dreadnaught Steel Snout, a large Gorc ship with a nose of pure high grade dark steel in the shape of a beast used to ram enemy vessels, upon her broadsides rows upon rows of crude rail cannons, hellish rail guns that remained exposed allowing the slaves to load who knew what kinds of deadly ore unto the runway, often burning exposed skin as the projectile was super heated and shot into the abyss. Lord Krux moved about the bridge as a glitching hologram showed the status of his fleet and any orbital bodies nearby. A Gorc warlord entered the bridge, he was lucky to get that far and must have been quite the warrior to even have survived this long.

"My lord...the fleet had exited netherspace without incident, we are scouting the system as we speak. I have a patrol of War Sloops en route to the world in the system, looks dry as a bone. Our friend was quite helpful...heheh" The Gorc grunted and looked at the spike at the front of the bridge with a aliens head impaled upon it, it's eyes looking into nothingness. Krux wasn't impressed, he crossed his arms, he was a tall man and toned, his rippling arms hidden beneath black leather. He had long dark brown hair and green eyes and spoke with a mysterious but authoritative tone.

" Report anything out of the ordinary...I will not lose more of the Dark Lords ships to ambush's, from machines, men, or monsters...go..." The old and scarred Gorc almost waddled of, a string of grenades clinking on his black flesh, his eyes glowing in the dark as he entered a dimmer area of the Steel Snout.

by **United Islands of Polis** » Wed Apr 27, 2016 8:07 am

Fleet Base Charoz
Official Imperial Command Post on the Front
Troaet, Rimworld Space

The two admirals talked between themselves before they spoke "Our thought are that we will help in this cause, not because we were ordered to but because it is our obligation as soldiers to protect those who cannot" Admiral Xing adjusted his chair "We will commit our forces in aiding the Rimworld Remnant government regain control of their worlds, we also accept New Zacharia aid so long as they do not betray us"

It was now Admiral Glukhovsky's turn to speak again "As for taking the capital, we will send Battlegroup Utguard and the detachment of the troops stationed on their ships to assist while the rest of the 12th and 83rd Combat Operations Fleets will capture key shield worlds as planned"

Admiral Xing pointed at the remains of Dumpster on the holo-map "Before we came here, we were doing a commemoration ceremony and our scanners picked up Aclus ships in the system, we want to know where they stand"

by **The Dominion of Black Sun** » Wed Apr 27, 2016 8:48 am

Dominion Deep-Space Frontier Fleet, ELNON-2180-9824.II
E.NO-B.III system, 3 million kilometers from NO-28470 'Dumpster'
The 'Margrave', an Administrator-Class Techship

The threadway was clean. There were no stars blazing in the great distance, no planets overburdened with a billions of live to attend and please. There were no new galaxies to conquer, no vast foreign empires to battle. To the fullest extent, the threadway was a realm of true nothingness, of silent peace. The only thing anyone could observe was the fog, the eternal nebula of primordial gasses rolling across the ship's hull like vapor. It was certainly a kind respite from the harshness of reality, a world full of listless thoughts and notions - complete reverie.

Captain Iulius Hennabur could not bring himself to this nirvana, however. Ahead of him, the hulking Tallyhawl and its massive engines glared in the distance, just breaching the fog with the blinding blue light. He trusted the Fleet Admiral utterly, but was certainly discomforted bringing his ship to the very edges of the Dominion; they'd already been farther than he would have liked. Now, they were approaching the knife's edge, and no less, in response to activity, resonant with the business of conflict. His apprehension was shared amongst his crew, and the captains of several other ships, the Machineship captains especially, a few of which he suspected would go as far as treason to preserve their cherished vessels in the event of a violent outbreak.

Nonetheless, they had their instructions, but he still cursed the fact that they would be sent out so far from the capital. The Ono ordeal was dreadful enough - what horrors would await them here?

"DECELERATING, PREPARE FOR EXIT."

The ship lurched, Captain Hennabur gripped his seat. The serene vista before him collapsed, as the calm gasses were violently ripped toward the opening gate into the dark night of reality. The Margrave passed through it with a calm drift, along with the rest of the D.S.F. Fleet. Loose strands of threadway gas clung to the ship like strands of ragged fabric before dissipating. The gates collapsed, leaving the fleet now in an unfamiliar system, and the farthest distance possible from Dominion society, populated by xenos everywhere, and otherwise completely uncivilized - a the gutter of the galaxy, it may as well have been called.

Immediately, sensor relays picked up activity, and Hennabur's heart sank. He'd hoped to come and find nothing but a graveyard. To a degree, they had. The nearest terrestrial body to their point of arrival seemed rather destitute, a disheveled sphere of ruin. The Margrave, alongside its sister ships, the Lusterly and Avignon, were particularly perceptive vessels. They coordinated their apparatus, focusing upon the nearby planet, NO-28470. It took mere seconds to register foreign ships, and activity upon the planet's surface - which from even here appeared as alarmingly unstable. Debris fields were detected, and all the signs of a battle since concluded were present.

A signal from the Tallyhawl was received, as the Fleet Admiral appeared upon several screens surrounding the bridge's forward viewpanel.

"Hennabur, I take it you are very much so seeing what we are?" His words seemed calm, despite the air of tension that had almost immediately come upon them with their entry.

The Captain nodded, "Unfortunately so, as are Riktur and Du-Paul. Numerous fleets, Admiral, and from the looks, the planet's been severely damaged from some sort of conflict. I don't like it at all. We should depart bef-"

"Before there's trouble? Mind you, our purpose is just as much conduct diplomacy as it is war. To run from either I would say would be an offense to your honor as well as mine, Captain. We shall seek at very least some preliminary knowledge of this... curious situation. I refuse to let xenos ships weaken my resolve, and so should you."

"Of course, Fleet Admiral - excuse my offense. How shall we act?" Hennabur's words were honest enough in apology, but the humiliation caused within him a subtle burn.

"First I-"

Argus' speech was interrupted, as an unexpected sound echoed from within both the bridges of the Tallyhawl as well as the Margrave, and in fact every vessel of the D.S.F. Fleet. A high-pitched noise upon arrival, communications automata began deciphering of the strange transmission.

"A message, do you think?" The Margrave's captain watched the walls of strange technological language scroll down the holopanels surrounding his command chair.

"No doubt, but we've yet to see what of..." The Admiral said, seeming full of thought, he spoke again, "I'm closing this signal, Captain, and opening one with the rest of the fleet.

"Understood." Hennabur nodded.

Dominion Deep-Space Frontier Fleet, ELNON-2180-9824.II
E.NO-B.III system, 2.8 million kilometers from NO-28470 'Dumpster'
The 'Tallyhawl', an Castigator-Class Hyperdreadnought,

Code: Select all: [Transmission Start] "official correspondence all involved factions we [error] it is in the best interests of all >involved parties< to maintain the >neutrality< and >stability< of the >system< [Uncertainty: E.NO-B.III?]. The best way [error] is by cooperation between those forces interested in the continuation of the [TRANSLATION FAILURE] government and those interested in recreating the [TRANSLATION FAILURE] government in [error] [TRANSLATION FAILURE] shall lend combat support to the [TRANSLATION FAILURE] forces in exchange [error] that the [TRANSLATION FAILURE] [error] population holds >free elections< to reform the government and expand >civil rights< to include [Automatons]. it is [error] that the >imperialistic powers< which seek to >conquer this system< can be repelled by a >united effort<. [Threat to Dominion supremacy detected; l - E.NO-B.III] authorized by the [TRANSLATION FAILURE] navy" [Transmission End]

Argus stood tall over a large holographic image of the system. NO-28470 (Dumpster), NO-28421(Shavu), NO-28466 (Troaet), NO-28472 (Caliph), and NO-28480 A and B (Agric Alpha and Beta) were all highlighted in a golden yellow, while the various ships detected across the system in shades of red, and varying sizes and number. This image was shared with all ninety-one other ships in the fleet, each captain linked to the private network, a heavily encrypted and protected audiovisual link within the D.S.F. Fleet.

Admiral Iseppien directed the situation...

"Clearly, there are multiple forces at work here. Whichever one this is, their message came from '421 here, across the system. There, we've located a rather large object of clear xenos construction - only one as of yet. However, scattered about E.NO-B system there are various other ships of varying shape and form, likely unrelated, and of unknown purpose or intent." The ships all about the system which had been detected by fleet's mid-range scanners were highlighted. Next, the worlds and moons themselves were brought to focus..

"There is extensive planetary activity located here, at '470, here and here, at both '480 A and B, and here, at '466. What I propose is we make course for '470, to investigate its condition with high penetration scans when within 200,000 kilometers. Techships Avignon and Lusterly are to conduct the scan itself, the rest of the fleet shall remain just outside of scanning distance in a holding position. I am considering dispatching a ground team for further inspection of the planet." Argus finished, NO-28470 spun up into close view, the projected plan played out in the display.

"This is, of course, if there is no further contact made?" The inquiry was from Battle-Captain Yoseve Austreoy, head of the Warmaster Frontiership 'Empyrion'.

Argus spoke with a calm yet commanding tone: "Yes, Captain, contact that would intend to prohibit our ability to fulfill this objective. Anything else will not impact our task. I've already sent word back to Arrelos, they are aware of the current situation."

"Do we have reinforcements in place, should, gods act against it, we are compelled to violence?"

The question came from the captain of the Machineship 'Ergylon', and gave Argus a moment of uncomfortable pause. He knew the answer, but was momentarily hesitant to divulge - yet he knew, silence spoke volumes.

"No," He admitted.

Chaos broke out, most protests from the captains who did not have very many cannons along their broadsides, but the Admiral pressed over them:

"Lord-Governor Van Heraldson has informed me that the RANELI segment wars have siphoned the reserve forces. I understand the concern - the goal, then, is to act with caution. If it becomes necessary to act with violence, we are to act decisively. We must uphold the banner of the Black Sun in these foreign reaches of untamed Dominion space with pride and integrity, we mustn't allow xenos meddling to break our spirit. We set upon action in five minutes, be prepared, and be vigilant."

Argus' final commands, disciplinary in voice and commanding in their nature, were met with the expected 'Understoods' and 'Yes, Admiral's, after which he closed the signal. Now, only the sounds of the deck officers operating beneath him and gentle hum of the Talleyhawl all around him remained, a relative form of silence he much preferred.

The D.S.F. Fleet accelerated toward Dumpster, the Tallyhawl spearheading the collective of vessels, its long and elegant prow slicing through the darkness toward the wracked and ruined world in the distance, sailing toward it at breakneck speeds. Argus put on a quiet tune in the bridge, dancing slow with a seeming phantom of a person, one whom he gently handled in twirls and steps, kissing an invisible hand. The whole of the world seeming to his own private mind; death was nothing to him.

by **Imperial Esplanade** » Wed Apr 27, 2016 9:31 am

Freedom Star System
Planet: New Castillo
City: Alliancia
Imperial Esplanadian Military Command Center (IEMCC) *As Shown Below*

Prologue: The scene was hectic within the Imperial Esplanadian capital city of Alliancia, particularly within the Imperial Esplanadian Military Command Center (IEMCC) as generals and admirals alike rush to prepare their own divisions and officers for the potential for deployment once news was leaked that the National Senate was deliberating on whether or not involvement in this conflict was necessary. Meanwhile, the general public had zero idea such discussions were taking place, primarily due to the fact that interstellar wars haven't had much of an influence on the people since the days of the Great Alliance-Axis War that ended up crushing the predecessor state to Imperial Esplanade: the Grand Republic. During the war, one of the Axis nations had used one of the Grand Republic's own moons against itself, smashing it against its' home world of Castillo and forcing the Grand Republic to unilaterally cease all conflict and submit to a request of surrender. Countless lives were lost, and the Grand Republic had dissolved itself just before it completely internally collapsed with a newly-minted empire taking its' place. Only a few years have passed, but the people have had a radical turnaround when it comes to their economic prosperity, lack of national security threats, an overall peaceful political climate, and a gracious and gratuitous foreign policy attitude. Yet nonetheless, many within the halls of government in Alliancia had seen much of themselves, perhaps too much to sit by and do nothing, in what is becoming the 'Troaet Treaty Organization.'

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The Military Command Center conference room's walls are painted a light brown color, with dark brown carpentry and white ceilings. In the center is a long, wooden desk with twelve chairs: ten on either side of the long table, and two at the ends. There was a large, exotic, yet beautiful plant in the center, as well as tablets built into the table for each person sitting in the conference room at the table to use while discussions were being made. In the room was the young monarch, Queen Emmy as well as her younger sisters and ambassadors Lady Theresa and Lady Gianna, and seven IE military commanders, including the War Hero and Chief of Intelligence: Director Abdui Hamaz.

"My Lady Gianna, the system is in complete turmoil. Intelligence suggests that the situation has already escalated beyond the point where diplomacy and statesmanship will truly have an impact on the current trajectory. I highly advise against any diplomatic missions being sent to the system, for fear that they may become high-value targets or even worse, collateral loss of life." Says Director Hamaz as he flips through images of what appears to be military buildup within the system, sharing them with the others via their tablets. The Queen, sitting at one end and surrounded by her sisters and facing Director Hamaz, normally chooses to remain neutral, but she nods her head in agreement over the volatility of the situation. "At this point, if we are to get involved, we may have to recognize the fact that we may be forced to choose a side in this impending war. The government there is in total shambles, but whatever takes its' place will have but one goal in mind: order, and it may come at a terribly bloody cost. Therefore our choices are to either support the current government, with the endgame to reform it in order to satisfy all parties involved and to ensure nothing like this ever happens again to them; or, to support the opposition in toppling the regime and allowing something else to take its' place, which history shows never, ever ends well for the citizenship. I say we take up a vote, with the choice to abstain being the equivalent to voting to remain either neutral or not-involved whatsoever." Hands were raised, and the decision was nearly unanimous to support the already-existing government so as to avoid something far more terrible taking its' place and making things worse. The only dissents being Lady Theresa abstaining and General Grayson voting against the measure to favor supporting the opposition forces. After the vote, Queen Emmy turns to her youngest sister, Gianna, and she smiles as she puts a hand on her shoulder. "You are wise, charitable, and empathetic beyond your years, my beloved sister. I empathize with your mission, yet I also fear for your life, especially if I send you out alone. I accept your proposal to attempt to conjure up some sort of agreement, but I will be dispatching you along with the fleet. If things take a turn for the worst, I order you to return back home immediately. Understand?" She asks, with her face turning from all-smiles to a serious stern. "Yes, Sister-Queen, I fully understand. Thank you." Lady Gianna responds back, smiling and bowing her head in appreciation for the opportunity. Queen Emmy nods in return, also smiling, and then walking back to the conference room to call Secretary of State Claire McMahon and Secretary of Defense John McNamara of the news regarding the vote. McMahon is ordered to send a transmission to the Rimworld government, seeking acceptance of their support as well as informing them that an allied-fleet will be dispatched along with a "high-value person on board, with the intention to aid those seeking a diplomatic end, if at all possible."

Transmission:

To the attention of the Rimworld Government and proper authorities thereof: We seek to support the current regime in its' fight to ensure peace, stability, and civility in your realm. We have a fleet of ships, with a division of armed troops on board, and a single high-value person whose intent is to aid those who seek a diplomatic end for the conflict if at all possible. We ask for your response in a timely manner, so that we may deploy our resources as soon as possible in order to support your mission should it be accepted. Sincerely on behalf of Her Majesty, Secretary of State Claire McMahon of Imperial Esplanade

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