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by Allanea » Fri Jul 28, 2017 1:04 am
by New Dornalia » Sat Jul 29, 2017 8:26 pm
Allanea wrote:As they reached the hideout, Bruce Nott pulled out a packaged chocolate bar marked Meteor, and handed it to Adrienne. “Here are some delicious calories,” – he offered, “in this case they’re in the form of some milk chocolate wrapped around some peanuts. I always carry a few bars on my person on digs.”
“Truly, an archaeologist tradition worth keeping,” the Professor pointed out. “Especially in times like this. I should tell you of that one time when I and Professor Honeycutt got lost in the Dersconi wastes and had to wait for three days to be recovered in the entrance to an old crypt. At least I think it was a crypt.”
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Astralsideria wrote:You, sir, are the greatest who ever did set foot upon this earth. If there were an appropriate emoticon, I would take my hat off to you.
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New Dornalia wrote:OOC: Part 1 of 4 posts.
Kylie nodded, pausing for a moment as she looked down at her console and winced. Holding her hand up to Jesse, she then said, "Excuse me for a moment, Captain General. I have to take this." The Superior-General then left the room, wincing at the news from Operation Quincy looked interesting, in the worst sort of way. Who knew that an operation into country that the Puritans considered demon infested would....prove to be actually demon infested? She hoped and prayed that Operation Quincy wouldn't have too much blowback.
Besides, she felt something else in the Force--something massive, and quite, quite significant--like the gates of some sort of heaven were opened and brought forth great powers onto the mortal plane. Terry would feel it too, sniffing the air and looking things over. She hadn’t felt anything this serious since...well, when she first started the Order long ago.
As Walker went out of the room, Terry shrugged and said, “She must be busy. Anyway, I can say personally that these two Ordermen are not going to fail. I mean, they tend to do real good work and have a soft spot for kids.” Pulling out a couple of dossiers out of hammerspace, she then presented them to Jesse.
The dossiers themselves would be ordinary manila folders, with the images of a couple of gatas on them. Roberta J. Herrera and Millicent J. Herrera. Both of them looked fairly rough and tumble, even in the official Order portraits. If Jesse was the reading sort, he would notice several common elements to the dossiers, all of which would paint a rather interesting portrait of the women who would now be watching his brother.
One was a number of Seattle Police Department, Republican Marshals, and Order Internal Affairs Reports regarding investigations into suspicious activity by the pair, complete with mugshots. The documents would detail activities such as alleged gunrunning, alleged gang warfare, and smuggling and other lovely activities more suited for gangsters than Ordermen. And miraculously--diabolically or otherwise--the two never got charged. Not by the civilian authorities anyway. The Order Internal Affairs Department would have a report which basically amounted to a reprimand and a revocation of certain privileges for one year.
The other were other documents detailing a much more charitable and socially productive side. Namely, the files would have their accolades in terms of helping the Sanctuary District Outreach Center, back when the Order was the People’s Acolytes. Images of the two playing with small children on official brochures, serving soup, so on, could be seen. There were also commendations from the Order itself within that part of the file for the Civil War era. Lifesaving awards, commendations for logistical organization--even rank badges and tabs denoting them as having served in Henny Collins’s Ever Victorious Army and its Quartermasters’ Corps. And, there was also a pardon, signed by Superior-General Walker, attached to reports which basically showed them to be model citizens.
Terry then said, nodding and being more serious than she usually was, “Now, I will have to concede they did a lot of shady things in the past. Couple of really wierd eggs. But they had some good in them, and well, they’ve reformed enough. Superior-General Walker trusts them both with your brother’s care, and they have been briefed on the paramount nature of his safety.” She then added with a smirk, “And plus, I assured them both personally that if they let any harm come to your brother, there would be consequences delivered by myself. With an assortment of charcuterie and a crack team of Ordermen.”
Pausing, as she nibbled on her ever infinite supply of Chorizo, Terry continued.
“Now, as for your other question--the two are distinct. The Mahdi was essentially the main evil dude in the Civil War. He was once a mere Orderman named Lawrence Parseegian, who got arrested. He ran against Henrietta Collins, the lady who would become the head of what would become the Order. There’s evidence he had help from a cabal of ultranationalist politicians--this was in the UCK days--but either way, he lost and decided to stage a mutiny and take power for himself. Thus, he lead a rebellion which split the Order into two and caused the effective end of the UCK, and called himself the Mahdi, after an old Earth messianic figure. THe Civil War resulted in the deaths of a lot of Dornies, especially since the Mahdi and his forces began to dabble in the more malevolent uses of necromancy and black magic, including Sith Powers.” The last part about Sith powers was said somewhat hesitantly, as Terry had the inkling that Jesse was skilled in the arts of the Sith.
Terry then continued, “We’re like talking, massacring an entire race of lizardmen to fuel a dark curse, cutting off contact with an entire Dornie dependency in a maelstrom of psychic storms which then was used to fuel a mass zombie uprising. Both of normal dead, people long dead, and oh yes, dead people with power armor. It was not pretty. If his incarnation now is anything like the old one, he’ll have extensive use of Sith powers and necromancy, albeit self taught Sith powers so he may be a bit rusty. He also tended to be really compelling even without using the Force, so don’t be surprised if he charms the pants off of people you meet to fight for him. Fortunately for us, he wasn’t known as a particularly well organized or brilliant strategist--he had people help him with that, including Edwina Scherdvanadze--a spoiled ojou who became a terrorist that tangled with the Rangers and later a violent and very lethal XO in the Mahdi’s service. He also had the usual bad guy flaw of overestimating his own powers.”
Pausing, she then said, “As for the Daedra--well, that happened during the Nova Louisianan Wars. I remember those all too well. We got a large chunk of galactic real estate from the Eternals, but the problem was that it belonged to the Tentaculan States. The Tentaculans became divided on how to greet the newcomers. A large portion of them accepted suzerainity and even joined the Republic’s predecessor, the Workers State, but a lot of Tentaculans went to war against the DOrnalians. It became a very long, engaged and bitter war which then got thrown off the rails by Daedric incursions. No one knows exactly how they started--likely due to a Tentaculan Wizard’s mistake, we assume--but either way, the Daedra came in force. Identifying themselves as serving Mehrunes Dagon, the Daedra used powerful magic abilities, Dremora shocktroopers, and other creatures to attempt to conquer the Tentaculan lands for themselves. They thought the land was some place called Tamriel--although I don’t think they cared they were wrong either way.
In reply, the Tentaculan Rebels and the Dornalian-Tentaculan Coalition forces had to join forces to defeat the Daedric Invasion. A lot of good people died during that war, and some of the Order’s greatest heroes came during that conflict, including Sensei Tim Calvert and “Big Bear” McClung. The Daedra were finally defeated, and forced back to their realm in Oblivion at great cost using both science and magic, including the actions of the heroic Mastersmiths which successfully used an early variant of anti-magic to seal the portals. Nova Louisiana SSR was then formed by the MacIntyre-Aaang Agreement, wherein the Tentaculan States would join the Workers State, but be allowed to do so in a complicated arrangement that causes headaches to this day.”
Terry then mused, “The fact that the Daedra are back makes it clear that whatever Pandora’s Box did to interfere with the normal functioning of dimensions has opened yet another series of portals to Oblivion--and Mehrunes Dagon is likely trying for another go at conquering Nova Louisiana. If I were him, I’d have a long memory and a hateboner for the Tentaculans and Dornalians that caused him so much shit. Problem is, well, he doesn’t discriminate and from what the Order’s records on the Daedra are about, he might not stop there. Worse yet, there’s other Daedric Princes besides him of varying moral alignments, and they’ll likely want to meddle somehow also. Either way, we’ll be facing down an army of relentless, challenging daemons that want to smash things. And if the Mahdi has somehow aligned with Mehrunes Dagon or another Prince….that could be more trouble than we really need right now.”
Pausing, Terry then suddenly offered Jesse and John random chorizos from Hammerspace, going, “Anyone hungry? These are smoked and safe to eat without cooking.”
Somewhere along CA State Route 156, Earth SSR, CRE
The Dodge Ram Spartan pickup truck was having quite the commute to Carmel-By-The-Sea. What was normally a commute through the picturesque Monterey County landscape was becoming an increasing nightmare. All around, California Highway Patrol officers and Citizens Forces soldiers could be seen patrolling the major arteries--101, 156, 183, so on. The reason of course was to keep the roads open and free from attacks by the horrors spawned by the Cataclysm. All along the road, the Dornalians could be seen engaging in aggressive patrols, shooting down chupacabra swarms with explosives and machineguns, and even the odd mortar and pack howitzer.
Of course, the attacks by chupacabras paled in comparison to the other terrors now popping up. For as Roberta and Millicent were discovering, the CHiPs and the Citizens Forces and any civilian auxiliaries now contended with undead of all sorts in their search and destroy patrols. Skeleton soldiers wearing the crude remnants of what were once Grand Army of the North and Workers’ State uniforms could be seen taking potshots at the patrols, while more conventional zombies and even a few Civil War holdouts wearing now rusted and burdensome early model T-51 armor and T-45 armor with the NOOSE logo could be seen attempting to rush the defenses. Judicious use of explosives, Sierra India devices and other weapons such as Cobra Assault Cannons helped keep the gribblies at bay, and progress was being made in containing the threats here. But as Millicent swerved to avoid the half exploded torso of a zombie and then ran over a chupacabra, she could only mumble, “Fuck this shit, man. Fuck this shit!”
“Why….you….gotta….use...such….harsh…l-language, man?” Roberta said, as she fired out the passengers’s side window at a chupacabra which tried to leap into the truck.
“Iunno, because we’ve got Goddamn Chupacabras here? And fuckin’ zombies and shit? I’m a little stressed out right now, dummy, so why don’t you fuckin’ focus on shooting!?”
“Man….” Roberta said with a sigh.
After a brief pause, Millicent then declared, “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean--you know--”
“I...know. The...heat...of....the...moment.” Roberta said with that moonfaced smile of hers, before turning to open fire on a group of Chupacabras racing towards the truck. She had a rather large Saiga-12 shotgun, one she had configured to fire full auto and rip into enemies using a lot of what amounted to small thermal detonators, designed to create a cluster-bomb effect. This became clear as the chupacabra squad exploded in liquified goo.
After that point, the two stopped, and Millicent could only go, “Shit.”
In front of them lay a massive battle. Citizens Forces teams in IFVs were firing at a small horde attempting to break through the defenses, while a Panther Mk 1 Tactical Level Armor suit could be seen dancing around using its jumpjets, firing gauss cannons and particle cannons in all its lithe, unusually crablike glory.
“‘Berta?”
“Yea?”
“Get into the flatbed and operate the Warpig.”
“O-okay….”
WIth that, Roberta dutifully exited the car and then leapt into the bed of the truck, where a heavy repeating blaster with a device attached to the bottom was ready to go. Activating the weapon Roberta shouted, “We….good...to...go…”
And with that, Millicent changed the stereo to blare loud rock music. As the guitar beat began to grow faster and faster, she could be heard revving the engine of the mighty truck, as the zombies approached.
“Not yet!” Millicent shouted at her sister, as her sister began firing at the hordes of zombies and undead coming close, the sounds of aggressive blaster fire and the smell of burning flesh coming through.
Then the song really began, with the lyrics:
“When I get high, I get high on speed/top fuel funny car’s a drug for me--”
And at that point, Millicent released the brake and shot forward, slamming into a group of zombies and sending efflua flying everywhere like a bowling pin group being hit by a ball. As that occurred, Millicent would begin driving as quickly as possible, swerving and slamming and fishtailing into zombies and the undead with a zeal unparalleled at that moment. She laughed and screamed, “SUCK ON DETROIT STEEL, FUCKTARDS!”
Roberta began firing in all directions as her sister engaged in the art of “driving like a complete lunatic”. Roberta may have talked slower than her sister, but she had a sort of common sense about her that let her know that car-fu wasn’t going to be the sole solution here. And so, Roberta fired the blaster in short controlled bursts, ripping apart and exploding zombies and chupacabras with the occasional long burst. Millie also occasionally pulled on the device on the bottom, sending out a small glowing ball which then exploded when in the middle of a group of baddies. With studied accuracy, she ripped into the swarm.
Eventually, the Citizens Forces took notice, and one of them shouted, “WOAH! HEY!” to the truck as it did its thing. Alongside the truck, the Citizens Forces’ and CHiPs actions caused the horde to fall back and regroup. Eventually, the truck pulled over and one of the CHiPs ran up to the truck.
“Holy shit. Nice shooting there, sports. License and registration?”
Milicent presented the documents, albeit unwillingly. Putting on a pair of aviators, the man looked at the documents and nodded, reading information in real time about his stoppees. Eventually, the man returned the documents and said, “Thanks. Where y’all headed?”
“We’re headed to Carmel-By-The-Sea. How close are we?”
“Fairly. Keep going south. Shouldn’t have too much more trouble.”
“Thanks, officer.” Millicent said, as she then drove off down California’s highways….with music blaring. Sure enough the Officer’s prediction was proven surprisingly right--the only sight was a few packs of chupacabras, not so dangerous now.
Soon, Kiyoshi would notice a beat up, dented Ram pickup truck, with one neko in the back trunk, another on the driver’s seat, and a lot of blood and dents on the bumpers. The driving neko got out and knocked on the door.
“Hello? THis where Kiyoshi Masaki is? I’m Millicent Herrera, my sister’s in the truck bed. We’re Ordermen and we’ve been assigned to protect y’all.”
To: Unit Alpha-Six-Four-Niner-Seven, Gracie-Chu'unthor
From: Secretary of State Norton Simons
cc: Emperor Daniel Masaki, Grand Master Press Tilton of the Coredian Jedi Order, Acting Minister of Foreign Affairs Demaala Starlander
Security Level: CONFIDENTIAL//STATEDEP//ORCON (Read: Secret IC)
Unit Alpha-Six-Four-Niner-Seven, Gracie-Chu'unthor, this is Norton Simons, Secretary of State of the Colonial Republic of Earth, aka New Dornalia. And let me begin by saying that it has been a long time--especially since it has been a long time since we've heard from the Semi-Nomadic/Imperial Republic of Coredia. Last we remembered, bizarre astronomical events which destroyed your nation and the bulk of the refugees we had in Dornieland and their descendants long since became settled into Dornie society. Indeed, one of them's our Director of Central Intelligence now, and there's a whole bunch of what we call "old Coredians" living on a world we call Konoha County.
On that note, it is interesting that you note that Coredia, Juria, Jurai, Konoha and Issus have returned along with other worlds. At this point, we can assume the dimensional shenanigans caused by the Cataclysm, or as it is more crudely known, the ‘Fustercluck’ have made it so the two worlds can exist simultaneously on the same dimensional plane.
Please pass along our greeting to the Semi-Nomadic Republic's management, including Emperor Masaki himself, and it is a shame we could not meet again under less strained and crazed circumstances. It is particularly concerning to note that among the many dangers now unleashed by the current situation, that the Shivans have returned. Dornalians have not officially, to my knowledge, encountered them but we will do what we must to help stop them.
As such, please inform Emperor Masaki and all appropriate authorities that we will meet with your people at Jurai to plot a counterattack against the Shivans. I will say that the Dornalian people are experiencing a crazy situation of their own. The Republic is experiencing strange events of all sorts, to say the least.
One of the biggest problems is that swarms of Chupababras--a native cryptid known to feast on goats--have begun to infest the Solar System, along with an uprising of the dead and even reports of ghostly soldiers from Earth's past making themselves known. We are pushing the Chupacabras and zombies back using the full force and authority of the Colonial Republic's armed forces as well as any number of civilian auxiliaries. But they are proving tenacious fighters and intelligence is sparse in regards as to why the Chupacabras are even an issue.
Worse still is the presence of invasions and unrest in Nova Louisiana. Nova Louisiana is being targeted by a combined force of Daedric Invaders lead by Mehrunes Dagon and what appears to be a revival of one of the Republic's most dangerous foes--Lawrence Parseegian, the Mahdi himself, a rebel leader/necromancer/self-taught wannabe Sith leader in all but name. We don't know why they're working together. We do know it's a very bad thing. Nova Louisiana is under a state of emergency and we are doing our damnedest to push the enemy back into whatever dimension they came from.
There's also any number of gribblies. The Cooperative Union of Hajarra is experiencing a rash of terrorist activity, lead by Edwina Sherdvanadze--a woman thought to have been killed in the Civil War. Evidently, she is back and more lethal than ever. We also are hearing rumors that raiders near the approaches to the old Terran Socialist Republic--a dependency of the old UCK--have begun to make themselves felt, many of them using former Dornalian equipment and acting as pirates and stealthy sorts. It's bad.
Luckily, we are cooperating with the Allaneans to combat the menace. Our forces have begun a magical project which will hopefully turn the tide of the war. Additionally, the Order of the Vanguards--which you may have once known as the "People's Acolytes" are working with other government agencies to pursue other avenues to contest the current enemies of the Republic.
Now, as to your current questions. The Infinite Improbability Drive normally is designed to prevent random warpings. Given the reality altering effects of the Cataclysm it can only be surmised that the forces which altered reality likely also impacted the Improbability Drive as well. I am not an expert, and as such I am working to figure out what could have triggered the IPD.
As for an Imperial and Sith presence? The force known as Unified Sith does not seem to be present, and while there was a Galactic Empire of sorts it was a bit of a different animal run by the Thrashians. Thankfully, there's no real Galactic Empire and Sith just yet.
Also, I've included a packet with info on the Elemental Nations of Coredia, but suffice it to say, the ENC is a confederacy of various national entities which fields a lot of magic and a lot of ninja. They are stout, loyal, and quite brave. You'll like them.
To: Secretary of State Norton Simons
From: Unit Alpha-Six-Four-Niner-Seven, Gracie-Chu'unthor
We like them already and we haven't formally met yet. Emperor Masaki reports meeting one of their Generals and they're sending a force to help with the Shivans. I love their stuff already! Can you believe that it's a General Akihito Masaki he's meeting? That is so improbable that I'm sure the IPD has something to do with it!
Good news is, we're beating back the Shivans like they're redheaded stepchildren and the Emperor's in touch with his family, twins, wife and girl included, Travis not yet included. The Masaki Royal Family is back in action, folks! As it turns out, his father, the Emperor Andrew Masaki, is in charge of old Coredia and he's glad to have you guys. He hasn't met me yet, but he will! I hear he's a cool guy and doesn't afraid of anything, what with him being able to set off volcanoes and all!
Bad news is, you may be detecting it already, but the Galactic Empire at Nightshade's height has returned. I was so hoping they'd stay away! No formal contact yet, so they're probably still confused with everything same as we are, but we're advising our allies to keep a sharp eye out for Sith shenenigans.
Be advised that we'll send something to help out with the gribblies and nasties on your end as soon as we can free up a fleet, so here's hoping we can kill the Shivans quickly with our combined arsenals so we can get on with cleaning up this universe!
Finally, Emperor Masaki awaits the presence of New Dornalia and Allanea at Jurai. At present, we haven't seen the Shivan flagship or that major incursion that blew up Coredia first time around, but that will change very soon. We know their guy, Admiral Bosch is a sharp operator, and a magnetokinetic, to boot. He's going to make his move very soon, so get your guys in place ASAP!
New Dornalia wrote:OOC: Part 3 of 3
IC:
Near the Battlestar Yamato
"Well, fuck me."
The two Gracies--Heinlein and Jeishka--were working with their respective crews to figure out where to go next. For, in the words of a famous pre-Apocalypse legend, things had “escalated quickly” and had “really got out of hand, fast.”
First, the enemies they were facing were unbelievably destructive and powerful creatures, akin to dragons in space. The Heinlein’s shell game had resulted in its ability to evade the blisteringly powerful ordinance the Executioners were fielding. The Jeishka meanwhile pushed its engines and began evasive manuevers. Like a sumo wrestler trying to perform Swan Lake, it could be seen moving to evade fire, and even doing the odd “drift” like manuever to bring its guns to bear on the Executioners and others.
As to that last part, Gracie-Heinlein could only go "Nooooice," mesmerized by the sight of a large battleship drifting on a 2d plane, firing a hail of energy fire at the Executioners. For her part, Gracie-Jeishka said with a sigh, "It's not that cool. Besides, my people are pushing the ship to the limit as is. Plus, I'm getting the feeling we don't want to be hit by those things." To which Gracie-Heinlein declared, "Then we won't get hit, will we?"
The tactical data the Gracies were getting wasn’t optimistic. The Executioners had powerful shields of an unknown type and were fast and agile. The only thing keeping the Dornies alive was the fact Dornies loved big engines and big guns and generally were too dumb to know when things weren’t looking good. As it was, they were trading shots with the Executioners and their cohorts with little effect, and likewise the Executioners weren’t hitting them much. It was a stalemate.
Secondly, came the Battlestar Coredia and its cohorts. This time, the Gracies were eager to get to work. When they were called by Chief, the two looked at each other, and Gracie-Heinlein said simply, "Oh, fuck yea. Let's get these bastards." The two Gracies's avatars fistbumped, and then began sending what tactical data they had, networking with Chief to get a POV of the Dornalian vessels. Oodles of tactical data would also be provided, including realtime sitreps from the Dornie ships, which were doing their damnedest to stay together and not get too hurt. Of course, shit was happening, fast.
Even as the Coredia and its attack team pushed the Executioners into killzones, the Gracies privately breathed a sigh of relief. More ships meant less pressure on just them and the Yamato. The Dornalian vessels of course would begin pressing their attack. Chief could see the Jeishka moving about, firing broadsides of Forced Uniform Collliding Kill Projector fire at the enemy Executioners in a sort of leisurely zig-zag pattern with drifting involved, all in an attempt to keep the guns trained onto the Executioners. The Heinlein meanwhile would have its constituent portions fire away at the foe, making sure to push the enemy into the killzones.
As all this occurred, the Dornalians got a package of data about their new friend, the Yamato. The two looked at each other. They'd need to figure out a way to brief the Yamato and all concerned about the current year and situation, if the time traveling element was true. There would be a lot of explaining to do and a lot of details to hash out. But first, they would need to deal with the boss who just showed up. Mordakai's forces were flinging even more ordinance down range, this time to try and break up the fleets. The Dornies would only keep moving, shooting, and generally focused on taking the enemy down...
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by New Dornalia » Mon Sep 04, 2017 5:46 pm
CoreWorlds wrote:
"Okay." John Watsen shrugged, taking a chorizo.
"Sure." Jesse nodded. As he ate his chorizo, he contemplated the information. The Madhi was fairly well versed in the Sith arts...for an amateur. His mother would consider that dark curse quaint by her standards, but even so, he's a considerable force to handle. At least on the level of the Nightsister Matriarch, if not the Sith themselves. He should be able to counter any Sith powers the Madhi would employ, but best not to underestimate the Madhi. He decided to up the threat level in his mind to at least Sith Master level, just to be sure. A considerable threat, but one Jesse and John should be able to handle, especially with the Order's own considerable knowledge and expertise.
As for the Daedra, he's going to need the full force of the Order for that one. Best to concentrate on one foe at a time and make sure they don't unite. Even so, he's going to need to experience the Daedra for himself to figure out how to handle them.
"Hmm. Just to be sure, is the Madhi aware of Ninjutsu? We may have an advantage if he's not. Force-based techniques and chakra-based techniques have a mutual difficulty in sensing each other, after all. In the meantime, Captain Watsen and I will focus on the Madhi first. First, where was he last sighted and what assets can we expect him to have at this time? What assets do you have in place to counter the Madhi's forces? Depending on the answer, I may have a plan to deal with him. At worst, it may require dropping a bridge or a skyscraper on him, but that's a last resort."
As he waited for the answer, he glanced at the two Ordermen's report cards. He wasn't completely sure they were on the up and up, but since Kylie vouched for them herself, he'll have to trust them.
Hmm? Jesse looked up as two very different sensations opened into the Force. The first was the feeling of a great gate opening and a holiness pouring out for a small while. The second was a presence he hasn't felt since...damn. And everything was going so well without her breathing down his neck.
"I sense the presence of Darth Nightshade, Prince Janus and Darth Vader, among other Sith. We must act quickly, for Mother may not pass up the opportunity to intervene in these situations in her favor."
For a while, there was silence. Then an eye peeked out of the eyehole. "Can't let you in without the proper creds! If you try to get in, I'm obligated to warn you that I've trapped the house until my brother gets back and the automatic sentry guns and the caltrops don't distinguish between friend and foe!"
What a paranoid little kid! Par for the course for a ninja-trained eight year old, though.
by New Dornalia » Mon Sep 04, 2017 7:49 pm
To: Secretary of State Norton Simons
From: Unit Alpha-Six-Four-Niner-Seven, Gracie-Chu'unthor
We like them already and we haven't formally met yet. Emperor Masaki reports meeting one of their Generals and they're sending a force to help with the Shivans. I love their stuff already! Can you believe that it's a General Akihito Masaki he's meeting? That is so improbable that I'm sure the IPD has something to do with it!
Good news is, we're beating back the Shivans like they're redheaded stepchildren and the Emperor's in touch with his family, twins, wife and girl included, Travis not yet included. The Masaki Royal Family is back in action, folks! As it turns out, his father, the Emperor Andrew Masaki, is in charge of old Coredia and he's glad to have you guys. He hasn't met me yet, but he will! I hear he's a cool guy and doesn't afraid of anything, what with him being able to set off volcanoes and all!
Bad news is, you may be detecting it already, but the Galactic Empire at Nightshade's height has returned. I was so hoping they'd stay away! No formal contact yet, so they're probably still confused with everything same as we are, but we're advising our allies to keep a sharp eye out for Sith shenenigans.
Be advised that we'll send something to help out with the gribblies and nasties on your end as soon as we can free up a fleet, so here's hoping we can kill the Shivans quickly with our combined arsenals so we can get on with cleaning up this universe!
Finally, Emperor Masaki awaits the presence of New Dornalia and Allanea at Jurai. At present, we haven't seen the Shivan flagship or that major incursion that blew up Coredia first time around, but that will change very soon. We know their guy, Admiral Bosch is a sharp operator, and a magnetokinetic, to boot. He's going to make his move very soon, so get your guys in place ASAP!
And then, it happened. One of the Executioners were slapped like a bitch by the Jeishka, leading the Anakin Skywalker to level its turbolasers at it, pouring so much green fire that even its shields strained and broke under the onslaught. And then together, the two warships finished it off in a spray of light.
The remaining two Executioners roared in outrage, building up their firepower as they created massive orange runes around them. They shall all die for this!
But suddenly, a voice entered Mordakai's head.
"Mordakai! The situation has changed greatly! Return to the Citadel for further orders!"
Mordakai snarled. "Master! But the Padawan!"
"Leave him for now! We will collect him in due time! Return!"
Mordakai sneered at the ships. He was sure he would be able to destroy them, but Malakai was a monster never to be crossed. He jerked his head at his remaining minion, and they both fired off massive bolts of seething red energy that would decimate entire continents. Whether they connected or not no longer mattered, for their master calls!
But rest assured, they will return with an army!
They retreated, releasing red mist as they entered Dimension Doors...and were gone.
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The beams narrowly missed the Ninth Fleet, speeding off into the sea of space and fading away. For now, it seemed to be over.
Captain Holland read the screens. "Any sign of them?"
"Nothing, sir. Think we managed to scare them off?" His sensor operator replied, squinting as he scanned the screens for any sign of the enemy.
"Considering what they were about to do, I doubt it. Right. Coordinate with the Yamato and the Dornalians and we'll see how best to get the ship back to the Exodus Fleet. Keep an eye out for trouble. If they return, they'll return in force."
"Aye, sir."
"Looks like it's over, for now. Let's go meet this captain."
----
Little Mark Amaral sighed in relief as the enemy stopped fighting and headed back to wherever they came from. He looked to Captain Kurosawa, who nodded, then got up from his seat to help out whenever he could.
There are over ten thousand people scattered across this ship, all refugees from what was left of the Coredian civilization that was destroyed, and the ship's supplies were dwindling. Perhaps it was luck...or the Force...that enabled them to get the help they needed.
But there was still just one problem. Where, or more properly, when the hell are they now?
From: Gracie-Jeishka, Gracie-Heinlein
To: All Coredian Ships
Subject: WTF?
Encryption Level: SECRET//NAVMAR//ORCON
Hey, all. As you all know, we’re the Dornalians. I see that the one of you was trying to contact us. We figured we’d send a transmission out to everyone Coredian here to ask simply for a general SITREP, and to see if everyone’s doing okay. We certainly are. We know that things got a little crazy back there and from what we on the Dornie side can tell you, things are crazy in other parts as well.
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