Operation: Judgement Day [IC | FT | OPEN]

by **Imperial Esplanade** » Wed Mar 22, 2017 5:14 pm

Freedom Solar System
Planet: New Castillo
City: Alliancia

Backstory:

Utopian Paradise, those are the words that many intergalactic corporations and travel agencies associate with Alliancia, and Imperial Esplanade as a whole really. However, life has not always been that way for these people - in fact, many of them were still alive during the days of the old Grand Republic. Nearly 500 years ago, the Grand Republic was established in a distant solar system as pioneers from some of the first human colonies. Like Earth, the cradle of human civilization, they grew to be vastly overpopulated and were forced to seek out new star systems to continue human expansion across the known Universe. One of these systems would become known as the "Liberty System," and it would be home to a new nation known as the "Grand Republic." This nation started off as a relatively peaceful one, yet industrious and entrepreneurial, and it's strategic position within it's quadrant of space turned the young state into a critical trading partner - blossoming into a formidable nation. Gradually, the Grand Republic continued to grow and it eventually became a galactic superpower, with a coalition of supporting states, second only to an alliance of nations known as the "Laptev Axis." The two would eventually face-off into a glorious interstellar war, which ended with the defeat of the Grand Republic and the complete destruction of its' homeworld of Castillo. Countless lives had perished, estimated to be perhaps in the billions. This was only the beginning...

However, not all hope was lost on that fateful day. The beating heart of the Grand Republic was lost forever, but its' people remained - albeit without a home. Henri Langlois, Queen Emmy's father, was elected President of the Grand Republic (or what was left of it, rather) on a platform of restoring peaceful prosperity. He won a tight victory, but his vision would come to a sudden and violent end with his assassination from a foreign terrorist organization known as the "Inner Circle," which was supported by Grand Republican nationalists. Civil unrest continued spiraling out-of-control until an all-out civil war erupted, which effectively put the final nail in the Grand Republic's figurative coffin. The nation had tore itself apart, and it's government had completely collapsed. While a great number of migrations were already underway, the oldest daughter of President Langlois, Emmy Langlois joined a particular migration of like-minded pacifists to create a refuge for all who were escaping persecution. Together, they would establish one of many successor states to the Grand Republic. This one would become known as "Imperial Esplanade," it's name meaning "Imperial Way." This new state drafted a constitution, forming a hybrid constitutional monarchy/federal republic, and named the beloved then-21-year-old daughter of the late-President Henri Langlois as Imperial Esplanade's first monarch only a few years after the bloody and terrible civil war.

It has been nearly four years since her coronation, and Emmy is now 25 years old and is still beloved by the people. The Queen had even been nominated for a Nobel Prize for Interstellar Peace! However, her support was not quite as unanimous as it had used to have been. Rumors began to circulate that there were those plotting her demise, assassinating the daughter in a similar way to her own father. Attempts have been made on her life, but each one had spectacularly failed. As it turns out, some of the old memories of the Grand Republic were not quite so distant after all, and eventually, things started to reach a boiling point. Ultra-nationalism had steadily grown over the years, during Queen Emmy's tenure, and those with nativist/xenophobic tendencies had grown livid over non-human immigration into Imperial Esplanade. At first, it was concerns over jobs, then public safety, and then over whether or not non-humans deserve a place in Imperial Esplanade. While Queen Emmy was forward-looking, progressive even, a small (but powerful) minority had enough.......

Today was another beautiful day, like any other really on New Castillo - capitol of Imperial Esplanade. However, it was about to be another fateful day in history. News had erupted across the nation, declaring that the Queen's brother, the current heir if something were to happen to the Queen herself, was suddenly killed. Moments afterward, an explosion had occurred right in front of the National Senate, killing numerous people - including security, press, and innocent civilians. Then, it happened. Thousands of armed people stormed the streets of Alliancia, firing at police, in what would become the very first act of an all-out rebellion. News would spread across the Universe, that the streets of Alliancia were under attack...

by **Benaroon** » Thu Mar 23, 2017 5:56 pm

A ship enters the atmosphere, alight with the flames of reentry. It's bulky grey hull burning with the heat of a small sun. The old tech and determination of the crew struggling to keep course, but this wasn't visible to the outside. The ship's bridge shone blue, as the heat resistant glass was thrust upon the hydrogen and helium in the atmosphere. Along the the side of the shuttle were an insignia of Red and white, with an eagle of solid black painted on. It began broadcasting it's intentions, as to not get shot down.
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A metallic but Stoic voice spoke into the microphone. A voice of a leader.
"This is the BSA Joseph, requesting landing. Intentions:diplomatic. Party number : 7.
Sending required info."
The ship has now entered the air of the world, and now the figure sees many a conflict. And if he could show emotion he would show pity. Pity and a knowingness.
He too has experienced strife. But not in this life. His previous two.
"Please respond."

by **Imperial Esplanade** » Fri Mar 24, 2017 12:18 pm

Streets of Alliancia

The streets of Alliancia were immediately shut down, seconds after the terrorist attack occurred at the National Senate. However, this did not dispel the plans of the perpetrating organization, who were truly only just getting started. Knowing that shutting down all roadways to-and-fro the capitol was part of the protocol response of a terrorist attack in the city, several dozen more incidents occurred as large cargo trucks, who were carry a massive load of explosives, blew up at strategic locations across the city - releasing toxic agents into the air. Their goal was to create anarchy within the first moments of revolution, and the plan was working beautifully. The Imperial Police on the ground were simply outmatched, not having the capability to protect themselves from the toxic agent nor having the ability to stop it in time from contaminating millions of innocent civilian lives. In the midst of all the chaos, hundreds more started to appear - wielding military-grade weaponry, which is already banned from civilian possession on New Castillo, as well as wearing gas-masks to protect them from the deadly fumes. Whatever police who were not killed by the biological attack were quickly gunned down. The streets became a bloodbath, and the government had no idea what was going on or who was behind the attacks - but they were moving with shockingly swift effectiveness. The once-peaceful, utopian streets of Alliancia had become a terrible and bloody warzone.

With the National Senate incapacitated, the President of Imperial Esplanade, Neil Reynolds, was the next target - as was the Presidential Line-of-Succession. The still-unknown combatants had a plan to account for this, and it was being executed right underneath the government's proverbial nose. Reynolds was in the process of being evacuated from the Presidential Palace, as was Vice-President Buddy Fortunato and the rest of his cabinet, when the entirety of the Esplanadian military present (serving as part of the escort) turned their weapons on the President, his cabinet, and the Federal Protective Services and the Imperial Guard (both being the equivalent to the 'Secret Service'). Reynolds and his security were no match, and every single of them were killed within an hour after the bombing at the National Senate complex. The only one left with any semblance of control over the government was Queen Emmy, who nearly escaped an assassination attempt of her own...

Timberwood Creek Manor
Imperial Palace on New Castillo

Moments before the spacecraft from Benaroon arrived...

The beautiful, 25-year-old Queen Emmy was strolling through the meadows and enjoying the serenity of nature around her when one of her Imperial Guardsmen (protecting Her Majesty from a distance) noticed a shiny object in the sky, heading straight toward them. He looked at it for a moment, perplexed as to why the Palace's Defense System did not shoot what is obviously a craft of some sort out of the sky. "Your Majesty, we have incoming!" He shouted, pointing his rifle up toward the aircraft that was accelerating its' dive toward them. The rest of her security team rushed out from their locations, many of them hidden, and forming an attack-formation in front of the Queen, who was grabbed by the arm and being rushed toward a vehicle that was sitting on the side. Before she was shoved into the car, practically against her will - but for her own protection, the craft started to open fire upon her guardsmen who were in the meadow - killing almost all of them before they could ever get a shot off. The guardsmen who was accompanying the Queen sprung into action. He ran to the back of the car, took out a handheld laser-rifle, and pointed it straight toward the cockpit of the craft as it started to make its' way around... he pulled the trigger, just as the pilot pulled his trigger. The guardsmen was riddled with bullets, and the plane began to dip down - flying past the Queen and exploding instantly as it crashes into the ground.

Queen Emmy watches, horrified, and in disbelief as to what she had just witnessed. After a second of comprehending what just happened, she rushed out toward the dying guardsmen. "No, no, no! Stay with me! Stay with me!" She shouts, trying to put pressure on his wounds. Yet, it was too late and the bullet-wounds were far too numerous and far too severe to do anything to help the man. The Queen refused to give up, however, as she took her shirt off and ripped it into several strands - trying to cover the entry-and-exit wounds in a feverish rush to save him. However, the man would die before she could even finish wrapping up his perforated body. The Queen looked up to him, eyes watering, and she broke down into tears as she leaned down her head onto the now-deceased soldier's shoulder. The Queen was out there, alone, with dozens of dead men around her, but other members of her security detail came rushing down from the Palace itself to secure her.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?" Asked one of the concerned guardsmen, touching the Queen on her bare shoulder as she refused to let go of the man who had saved her life - while giving up his own. He turned around, and another guardsman took his jacket off and handed it to him to place around, and cover, the Queen's semi-bare body. "You did everything you could, my Queen, but just he could not have been saved..." he says, attempting to provide some sort of consolation to her - who has clearly been traumatized. "C'mon, Your Majesty, we need to get you inside. The entire capitol is under attack as we speak, the Senate is gone and the city is being overrun." The Queen looked up, eyes still watery, with a look of disbelief in her face.

Timberwood Military Spaceport
Within the Moutains - Near Timberwood Creek Manor

"Sir, we have another boogey!" Shouted one of the lieutenants in the control tower at the spaceport. "Negative, this one does not have a recognized IFF. It's foreign and unknown." Responded another lieutenant. The captain on the control tower was a close friend to Director-Commander Tyler West of the Imperial Guard, and he simply squinted his eyes as the radar showed the unknown craft heading straight for the Imperial Palace. "Order it to divert to the spaceport immediately, or else it will be shot out of the sky." Given everything that has just happened, the inhabitants of the Benaroon ship were extremely lucky that they weren't blown right out of the sky at that very moment.

by **Benaroon** » Fri Mar 24, 2017 1:11 pm

The shuttle lands in the spaceport, steaming and smoking, but still strong. Adorned with the colors of a far away nation,the ship was intimidating for its size.
A door dropped from the bottom of the ship, smoke billowing out. And a soft sound came from it. A sound of metal against metal. And a heavy force behind it.
Out from the smoke, its long arms and hand clasped behind his back and his strong and sturdy steel legs came in their stride. A body of electronic lights, filters, and around its glass dome of a head, a single red tie.
In its glass dome , surrounded in water and bubbles, was a brain. Wired and stitched together.
(If you want a picture, here http://imgur.com/a/sraDj)
He stopped , seeing the guards surrounding him and his ship.
"Hello, " a metallic and Mr.Freeze-esqe voice said , " I wish to see your queen."

by **Eclius** » Fri Mar 24, 2017 10:22 pm

Eclisian Senate, few hours after the attack
[Assistant] Consul, Queen Emmy has granted us audience
Moment after, a holographic projector hummed, and projected an image of Queen Emmy, now looking a bit sorrowful. And soon as connection was established, consul Fredisius offered his condolences.
<Fredisius> Your majesty, it came to my attention that there was an act of terrorism against Imperial Espalade, on behalf of the Senate and Citizens of Eclius, we would like to express our deepest condolences.

Meanwhile, in Xyrius-12d, Draconis Galaxy, 48.2 million light years away.......

The calmness of the night on Xyrius-12d was interrupted by the presence of an experiment Ω-Class destroyer. On the ground, there were legions and legions of advanced hover tanks, artilleries, AA batteries, and zeta reticulean soldiers. Soon as the destroyer arrived, the ground forces launched all that they've got against the monstrosity, only finding themselves evaporated completely, as the destroyer launched bolts and bolts of experimental plasma cannons. Moments after, the debris on the ground disappeared, and a trans-sentient zeta reticulean, on the ship, smiled, and was greeted by his colleagues
<Colleague 1> Simulation is complete, professor, targets generated by simulation program destroyed
<Prof. Dexolk> Anything on warp capabilities?
<Colleague 2> Unfortunately due to the tech-reasons, we're still trying to figure out a way to attach hyper warp-drive to the experiment Ω-Class destroyer. Current regular warp drive takes approximately 150 hours to travel from Imperius Prime to Draconis Galaxy, as we calculated.
<Prof. Dexolk> I see, well, we should hurry
Professor Dexolk walked to the windows, and as he observed the vast emptiness of the desert on Xyrius-12d, he sighed, and said to the rest of the crews
<Prof. Dexolk> Thousands of years ago, our Caesar rose to power, with his vision of harmony between sentient beings, and freedom, freedom from the shackles of biological limitations. We've come a long way, Eclius, composed of various sentient races, its citizens, once perceived robots as enemies. And nowadays, we are freed, freed men and women, freed, from the biological limitations. But........there is yet much work to be done.
He looked back at his colleagues
<Prof. Dexolk> There are still biological beings, from other galaxies, that are yet to be emancipated.

by **The Interstellar Federation** » Sat Mar 25, 2017 7:39 am

New York City, Earth, Solar System
Supreme Congress of the Interstellar Federation
House of Representatives

"...the situation of Imperial Esplanade is dire. A minority faction that holds surprising amounts of power has begun a rebellion against the government and the heart of Esplanade, New Callisto, is in flames. This demands an immediate response from the Interstellar Federation!" a senator voiced.

"Why is it our duty to intervene? It's not our business, nor concerns us in any way!" another Senator chirped quickly in response.

"It is our duty because this is a major nation that is in turmoil. Do you not realise the dire consequences if we do not quell this uprising? The territory of former Imperial Esplanade will become riddled with chaos, pirates, terrorism and banditry!" another Senator countered.

"Very well, we shall call a vote on this matter. Shall we intervene as a peace-keeping force in the Imperial Esplanadean Civil War?"

The voting screen appeared on the displays of the booths of all the senators. The senators made their decision, with a majority of the Interstellar Democratic Party supporting intervention, while the opposition Union Party mostly supporting non-interventionism.

"Alright, voting is over. The results are; a 62% majority for interventionism. It is decided then, the Interstellar Federation shall pursue interventionism on this war."

The people in the building discussed amongst themselves, before the Speaker of the House announced, "Thus this session of Congress is concluded." People began to leave the House of Representatives, as the closing theme of Congress was played in the background.

Custodiam Et Stellas - Interstellar fortress world
555th Interstellar Squadron "Favourite Fives"
IFS Warship Diplomacy - Invictus-class dreadnought
Commodore Liu Miha

"Yes I understand sir. We shall depart for New Callisto immediately." Liu put closed the comlink and smiled slightly. "Rebels? Pity that the Imperial Esplanadean security forces were so easily defeated." she thought to herself before opening up a voice link to all the ships in the 555th.

"Attention all warriors of the 555th. This is Commodore Liu. I have received orders to proceed to New Callisto, Freedom system to deal with the rebellion that is hitting the Esplanadean government hard. Full briefings have been sent to your personal dossiers. Prepare for warpspace travel in five minutes. Lihu out."

The personnel of the 555th Star Squadron sprung into action; marines rushed to their baracks, hangar personnel secured spacecrafts and cargo, pilots fastened themselves into the seat of their crafts while weapons operators got into their positions at their stations. The engineering sector of the ship was particularly busy, as the warp drive prepped to tunnel through spacetime to their destination. The engines whirred to life as the squadron got into position, with the dreadnoughts leading the charge and the cruisers flanking the sides, creating a triangle with the lighter warships tucked neatly inside. The fortress world of Custodiam Et Stellas gleamed in the background, as the thousands of orbital defences shimmered in the light of the stars.

"Commodore, all ready for FTL." the AI announced.

"Good. Start the timer. We leave in 5 seconds." Lihu responded.

"Yes ma'am. Attention to all crew. FTL in T-minus 5...4...3...2...1...warping, now."

Portals emerged in front of the ships of the squadron, swirling in a vortex of blue cherenkov radiation and quantum fluctuations. The ships advanced forward inside and soon they were flung across the universe.

"We're green along the board, everything nominal."

"Good, we'll arrive in around two hours."

by **Benaroon** » Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:19 pm

Meanwhile, a few lightyears away

Thirty three launch ships await their commands. Shining in the shimmering sun.Their red ,black, and white colours displayed with honor and respect.
On board the Capitol ship, The Hussar, stands the best of the Navy and its leader. He stands stoic as he looks out the window , onto the distant blip in the distance that is the Capitol World of The Imperial Esplanade.
From this distance it is nothing more than a ball of glowing energy, but he has seen the pictures before. It's waters shine brightly and its green seems to never end.
What a world ripe for the taking. For them. He has no interest in taking over worlds. But he knew one who did would be coming.
Atleast that is what the President told him before he left. A message of peace.
But, Ideology means nothing to the Admiral. He is only done as told.
Admiral O'Hara turns away from the window and walks back to the command chair.
"Status ,Ensign." He says in his gruff irish voice.
" The President hasn't given contact since he landed. Orders say to wait another three days until acting on it. "
" I am aware of the orders ,Ensign." The old Irish Admiral strokes his white beard,"Why is it taking him so long? It was only a simple diplomatic mission."
"Sir, did we remove the cannon from the Shuttle."
"We did. No matter. Keep on course and wait until the call to jump."
"Aye Sir."

by **Eclius** » Sat Mar 25, 2017 10:59 pm

Fleet IV Fulminata HQ, Cronius-12c, Messier 101
(here's a pic: https://artfiles.alphacoders.com/388/38824.jpg, too big for forum pic restriction)
(Note: Messier 101 is the home galaxy to Eclius)
On a vast, E-Faustus class command ship, the fleet admiral, Publius 2.89c received an order from Senate of Eclius. It was a mobilization order.......to milky way. In a way, Publius was not shocked, he anticipated this long since he read a report from Bureau of Intelligence's Imperial Espalandian division. Minutes after, captains from other ships in the fleet arrived at the control room.
<Adm. Publius> Ladies and gentlemen, we have received an order to mobilize at hyper-warp speed to Milky Way, specific coordinates will be sent to the command core of all ships. Senate has required us to refrain from taking any actions. Fleet V Apollinaris, II Valeria and IV Minervia are also required to mobilize.
<Capt. Imt> Admiral, navy intelligence stated that, Benaroon and Interstellar Fed will both be there, so......
<Adm. Publius> Imperial Espalandians are yet to be emancipated.......if necessary, only if necessary........we must take all measures to ensure that the emancipation is successful. It is the will of the Senate and Citizens of Eclisian Empire. But until then, we are to refrain from taking physical actions.

Meanwhile...
Department of Security and Intelligence: Foreign Intelligence Division (also known as bureau of intelligence), Imperius Prime, Eclius, Messier 101
Twenty sleek-dressed high-ranked officials from Bureau of Intelligence have gathered in a large, high-tech meeting room. Soon as everyone arrived, the lights dimmed, revealing red and yellow light strips attached on the surface of the robotic avatars. Minutes after, 20holographic projectors (embedded on the table) were activated, and on that, were the pictures of Queen Emmy, and the leader of Inner Circle, and an elderly Zeta Reticulean started to speak. It was Secretary Gaebl, the head of Department of Security and Intelligence. Graduated with PhD. in quantum mechanics, Gaebl was often being discriminated against for never been to military academy. Yet, his image changed, when he plotted the coup d'etat on Kesapt-24a, a planet that is now under the control of the empire. In a cold, and merciless tone, he said:
<Sec. Gaebl> Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure that.....you're all familiar with these two figures. Starting with Queen Emmy daughter of Henri Langlois, a young and yet, charismatic leader, and nominee for Nobel Peace Price. This gentlemen on the right, is the leader of Inner Circle. Sources say that he personally plotted the assassination of Former President Langlois years back, and plotted for Queen Emmy's assassination through gunship strike, merely days ago. And in response to the chaos in Imperial Esplanade, Senate and People of Eclius have ordered the activation of Project Emancipation on this particular nation as planned.
<Gen. Xrym> Secretary Gaebl, I have received intels that Benaroon and terrans' Interstellar Fed. will also be involved in this, so is it really a good idea to risk our diplomatic relationship with the two?
<Sec. Gaebl> The Senate is aware of this, and decided to take action nonetheless. We are to disregard Benaroon and Interstellar Fed.
<Gen. Krars> Secretary, we have already contacted our operatives in Imperials Esplanade. For the past days, through the monitor of Queen Emmy and the leader of Inner Circle, we have concluded that peace negotiation is not possible.
<Gen. Aria> Secretary, we have reviewed the hypothetical cases, as suggested by my esteemed colleagues, we believe that, Operation Enucleation, as priorly discussed, is a very effective way to achieve the goals set by Project Emancipation of Imperial Esplanade.
<Sec. Gaebl> Very well, activate our sleeper agents in both Imperial Esplanade and Inner Circle, we are to go as planned. As for Benaroon and Interstellar Fed. Mr. Qlym'i, you are now placed in charge for any espionage operations on Benaroon. And, Mr. Uehm, you are to take command in the monitoring of Interstellar Fed. Ladies and Gentlemen, the emancipation of Imperial Esplanadians is soon to be achieved, and in this, we are to put our best effort in this.

by **Sub Sector Protractis** » Sun Mar 26, 2017 6:23 am

In Orbit Above Olea

Lord Inquisitor Duran sat in his throne aboard the rouge trader ship The Endless Expanse, several sources had been contacting him about the violent coup occurring in the system. There were two however, that Duran had been waiting for in order to make decisive action. The Holo-pic buzzed to life and in its screen appeared Cam Tovas and Korlow Heken, they looked a little tired and very tense.

They both bowed their heads and Cam spoke saying "My Lord our report is ready at your leisure."

"Very Well Gentlemen, please let us know the situation on the ground." spoke Duran.

"My Lord," Cam began, "The Coup is very well organized, the Queens forces seem to be losing whole city blocks by the moment, Alliancia seems to be a lost cause for the Queen. Most of here uniformed military forces are, at present, appearing to fall back. Many in her police forces are dead, wounded, or fled at the moment. Normal citizens are not allowed weapons so there is very little chance at a grass roots counter weight at this time. Also I have seen little use of the weapons that we have supported some of the darker elements in this system. Either they are not connected to this rebellion or they are not using the munitions we supplied them, possibly looking to arm some kind of militia."

Duran paused and thought for a moment before speaking, "Cam, during our transfer of weapons have you made out anyone to be part of the local government?"

"No Lord, just your typical organized cartels and some terrorist malcontent types." replied Cam.

"Hmmm, we may have miscalculated drastically and helped to arm this coup, but this provides us a better opportunity. Cam you will continue to supply the weapons and now lets offer them some bigger items to get the attention of who is pulling the strings. I want you to find out how far up this goes, Emperor willing it will go to the beating heart of this whole Coup."

Cam bowed his head again and said "It will be done Lord."

Korlow then began to speak, "My Lord, some of the local government, military, and law enforcement personnel I have been in contact with are describing this is something they had no idea would be coming I think that numerically most people here support the Queen, even though most of the Law enforcement and military dissenters are gone there are still plenty of supporters of Queen Emmy. With some weapons my lord, I could take our security squad and start to build a counter insurrection. The more effective it becomes the more those at the top of this rebellion will want to have such an apparent interest in this issue getting resolved and they may just show their hand or crack down with excessive brutality."

"I agree whole heartedly Korlow, Gentlemen you both have your orders, see them completed." finished Duran.

Both Cam and Korlow bowed again saying "With his Grace."

Duran allowed the hollow pic to close, "Why must the simple always grow so complicated, the friction of war is ever present in all things." Duran said rubbing his beard.

"Matthias, you will go planet side to New Castillo, you will inform the Queen that she has financial and military support available if she needs it. Keep the details vague as to the source, we cannot afford to tip our hand yet. Sgt. Valz, you and your team will take a Platoon of storm troopers to new Castillo as well and you will be there in the even the queen needs to be taken to a safer location. Our sources have reported a recent attempt on her life in her very own secluded resisdence. You may or may not end up staying planet side depending how many other nations want to meddle in their affair. Questions anyone?"

Sgt. Valz raised his hand saying "When to we leave?"

"Xander will be ready to take off in 15 minutes." replied Duran.

"Understood." With that Sgt. Valz, and Guardsmen Warren Desmond, Regis Gallows, and Stephanie Ferrella left the room with Huntsman Matthias Sulcos in tow.
(link to factbook for character references)

Duran then turned to the man whose upcoming mission would play a key role in the game that was now to be played, upon receiving the initial reports of how dangerously fast the Royal powers were losing control of the situation Lord Inquisitor Duran requested the support of the 4th Free Company of the Order of the Griffon who had agreed to "patrol" space lanes near the Esplanade's key trade lanes that the Sub Sector used for commercial purposes. Duran turned to the Warrior and said " Free-Captain Mabus, do you feel confident you can make the extraction of the young prince in tact?"

The Super Soldier responded saying, "My Lord the extraction has the possibility of become extremely complex if we are halted upon our exit but I believe with the chaos going on planeside we may be able land and extract prince Henri before the Esplanade Royal forces even know what happened; and If not the other members of my company will deploy to ensure the completion of the mission."

Duran nodded saying "Very Good Sir Mabus, I would expect nothing less from a member of your order".

What that the Sub Sectors die was to be cast, such a large nation with so many vital trade lanes used by the Sub Sector could not be allowed to fall under the power of a hostile nation to the Sub Sector.
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Planet side, Alliancia

Cam Tovas began to reach out to some of his more, shadowy contacts on the planet to see if there was an interest by them or the new opposing government in smuggled weapons and munitions that would not be able to be traced back to the new regime, especially for the less publicly acceptable actions that were going to have to take place to ensure compliance of the Queens former subjects.

In a similar action Korlow would begin to reach out to loyalist elements of the population and the Queens old government to stir up insurrection, already flyers were being printed calling for resistance and loyalty to the Queen; and Karlow himself began to reach plan bombing operations to rattle the hold of the New Government.
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Planet side, New Castillo

Matthias Sulcos was on a commercially charted craft to the nearest spaceport that would allow the Queen or her representatives to be spoken too, his flights transponder technically marked him and the vessel as "Peace keeping and Philanthropic organization" Matthias would look to speak to someone who could provide him actionable intelligence on the status of the rebel leadership.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ En route to St. Joseph's High School, Parasio, Planet Olea, Mission: Extract HVT Target: Prince Henri Langlois

The formation of Astartes vehicles flew as low as possible to the ground to avoid detection, There appeared to be mass confusion everywhere with citizens of Parasio running through the streets. The only vehicle flying "above the radar" was an Avrus Lighter that was releasing a diplomatic vessel signal(a random signal copied off of a passing group of aircraft) so as not to arouse suspicion as assuredly many delegates and traders of foreign relations would be fleeing to the space port or their respective embassies. The signal was turned on at such a bearing that the craft would have to "Pass over" the High school. The plan was simple, rapid insertion, secured parameter, reload the target and extract with friendly craft ( A Fire raptor, Storm raven, and a Storm Talon) in support if need be. In the mass confusion of the air lanes and various military and diplomatic craft the plan was for all four craft to separate and then send out a new diplomatic signal from ships fleeing the fighting.

The easiest part of the mission would be finding the Prince, all they had to do was look for the Guards who were shooting either at him or trying to defend him, or so the Raid team had hoped.
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Over the Intercom

Code: Select all: ++30 Seconds until drop point, fake damage being signaled with smoke..... 15 Seconds... loosing altitude...10 Seconds Transponder cut, pyro deployed....5....(A Large slam)...Drop! Drop! Drop!++

The Arvus "crashed" into the center courtyard of the high school and fired off the rest of its smoke filling the courtyard. The rear ramp dropped and the Astartes moved out in a 180 degree crescent to the rear of the craft. Children and School workers screamed as masonry from the building had injured some during the passing period. It was what felt like and eternity before Sgt. Gade said in the Squad intercom

Code: Select all: ++I see armed targets through the smoke, looks like royal guards 9:30 by the pillars...Suppressing++

With that the Warrior trained his bolter on the pillar just in front of the group and fired two shots. They hit the pillar and exploded halting the young prince and his guards in their tracks. Then the true screaming began as students and faculty alike realized this was not a accident, but rather an attack.

To the credit of the young prince's royal guard they turned and prepared to engage the smoke screen, but to the rapid reflexes of the Astartes squad. the speed and tactical acumen of the guards was rendered moot. Six shots barked out from two of the squad members, each found their mark in a guard.

The Mass Reactive bolts entered the bodies of their targets waiting just long enough for the .75 cal bolt to dig in before exploding. The young prince was showered with the gore of men whom sworn to protect him and he froze. His mind was unable to comprehend the amount of situational and sensory information being thrown at it; the boy stood their trying to process the fact that he was now covered in the remains of his men.

Then return fire from the remainder of his guards spat into the smoke; One of them pushed the young prince behind a pillar and said "Henri, listen to me you're going to be okay. Help is on the way just stay down". calls of "Suppressing fire!"..." No target! No Target!" ... "There's one to the left of the ben..." interrupted the hearing of the man speaking to him. The weapons fire was deafening, the fear was all too real. Then the prince saw the man speaking to him force a smile and pick up his weapon. Before he could fire a armored gauntlet took the man's head off.

The Prince turned away from the pillar and ran from the smoke he heard "Henri...This way!" his heart skipped a beat and he ran towards the voice. He felt fear and joy at the same time then his heart dropped. The eight foot tall, black armored figure of Free-Captain Mabus stood before him and grabbed him with one hand, firing with his bolter in the other.

Code: Select all: ++Brothers, Fall back!++

he yelled into the squad vox link.

The Astartes collapsed back to the landing craft and the ramp closed three quarters of the way, before the craft lifted off. As the craft prepared to speed away one of the Astartes pointed a Las Cannon out of the semi open rear hatch and fired it into another craft's engine block hoping the debris would land all over the school. The plan being make the whole incident look like an accident and sow conflicting accounts of what transpired.

The Arvus then took off headed back to the safe cargo bays of the Searching Light.

Code: Select all: ++Not bad Gentlemen, from insert to extract 15.78 seconds++ ++The bad news is that this planet militarily speaking has stayed loyal to the queen, this is going to certainly raise some eyebrows. Let Lord Duran know; we should hasten our way off planet.++

Mabus spoke into the internal vox link.

He then took off his helmet so the prince could now hear what he was going to say and spoke calmly. "Are you scared boy? You are lucky we came for you when we did, by the time this is over you may be the only one left to fill your sister's throne. Look at this *handing the boy a data slate*, your own military can no longer be trusted, your sister has a minor position here she can defend but not for long.... " Mabus finished placing his massive gauntlet on the princes shoulder ever so lightly and said " You may yet have a part to play Sir Henri just keep your wits about you."

Duran looked at the feed from the raid on St. Joseph's over and over and then said "That certainly could have went better, no one is to talk to the boy until I speak to him shortly. The fact that the troops of their world have stayed loyal are an unforeseen but welcome circumstance."

by **Eclius** » Mon Mar 27, 2017 10:39 pm

Unknown Location, Eclius
(Here's a concept art)

With riots on street, a very beautiful young human lady, hazel-haired and sleek-dressed, walked passed by the rogues and anarchists on the street (whom seek to overthrow Eclisian influence) and approached a bar located at the suburb area. And as she approached, several rogues stopped her, wanting to conduct robbery
[rogue 1] Well well, what do we have here, Queen Emmy disguised?
[rogue 2] Where are your bodyguards, your majesty?
[rogue 3] I'm sure you have some valuable stuff on you, miss.
[lady] Gentlemen, if I may, please, I'm in hurry
The rogues pulled out their knives, and one of them even had a laser pistol. The lady refused to hand over her purse, the rogues attempted to snatch from her, until the point where they are annoyed. One of the rogues pulled the trigger, only finding the laser shot deflected by some kind of energy field. And as the rogues were shocked, the lady took off her gloves, her left hand then dissociated into a cloud of nanoswarms, and rushed towards the rogues. It took merely nanoseconds, before the rogues departed for Elysium.
[lady] biological flesh, <smirks> how primitive
She then entered the bar as scheduled, and sat beside an elderly gentlemen in sunglasses and a large blackish brown jacket.
[Walter] Well well, Miss. Helvia, you're finally here
[Helvia] Walter, great as always. Wonderful seeing you again. Say, you got the thing for me?
[Walter] Depends, do you have my check?
Helvia opened up her purse, and showed him an electronic chip
[Helvia] one million Eclisian Denarii, just like you asked
Walter pulled out a small, water-proof envelope and handed over to Helvia, and received the electronic ship in exchange.
[Walter] You know Helvia, I'm still quite shocked. How did you find me?
[Helvia] Well, Walter, I DO work at the ZorSaw Times
[Walter] Ahhh.....ZorSaw times, the best intelligence agency under the disguise of a news agency. But still, Miss. Helvia, you're quite a phenomenal reporter
[Helvia] I am flattered
The elderly gentlemen pulled out a small electronic device, and inserted the chip into the device. Moment after, one million Denarii were transferred onto his account.
[Walter] One million as promised! Cheers to our cooperation
[Helvia] Cheers
[Walter] Missy, I'll tell ya a secret. It's a bonus, won't cost anything
[Helvia] Ok?
Walter approached Helvia, and in a nearly silent volume, he whispered in her ears
[Walter] Lord Duran from Sub Sector Protractis, he has been funding militias in Imperial Esplanade, in aim to overthrow Queen Emmy.
[Helvia] Oh? half a million grands for the evidence
[Walter]Two million
[Helvia]One and you got a deal
[Walter] One and a half, come on missy, this one took me a while to obtain
[Helvia] Next week same spot then?
[Walter] No, not this place. Every government has been hunting intel dealers like me. Even those Romans or Eclisians or whatever you call those fancy robots from across the universe wants me dead. I'll send you the location of our next meeting in three days. Great doing business with you, missy.

Hours after.......

Code: Select all: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Electronic Address: A0.11222.5657.3cv.4f55.2ds.3fg.2331204 From: Unknown I have procured sufficient information with regarding to the structure and formation of the Inner Circle, and potential locations of Emmy's hideout. Operation Enucleation phase 1 complete. Awaiting further command from Bureau of Intelligence HQ on the assassination of viable targets. FILES ATTACHMENT: 2 FILE STATUS: Encrypted >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

by **Eodor** » Tue Mar 28, 2017 2:31 pm

New Tenis, New Valk, New Valk System

Queen Alexa Fullwich sat back in her battered armchair, rescued from Valk just before the Irenton supernova. It was all that remained of her home. Her husband gave up everything to save the rest of the quadrant, and his thanks? An Rebel attack on Hali. In her anger, Alexa had ordered all the rebels killed, and her Legionaries carried out her orders exactly. 15,000 rebel soldiers dead in 20 minutes, she had been horrified and glad. 'Those bastards got what they deserved' she had said to the Legionary commander.

As she fell into deep thought, one of her close friends and advisors Philip Thomson, one of the King's relations, knocked in the mahogany door and stepped inside. "My Queen. We have received intelligence from that the nation of Imperial Esplanade is having some... Trouble with rebels."
Alexa sat up and sighed quietly, "inform the Senate. I'm to tired to deal with a minor incursion."
"We believe that the nation's capitol of Alliancia, is under heavy attack. And that their Queen may be in danger."
"Well. I guess is Queens have to stick together. Gather Battlegroup-Indigo of the Royal flotilla. And tell Commander Corvell to expect my arrival." The Queen stood up and opened the wardrobe on the other side of the chair, revealing a majestic golden suit of power armour. Gifted to her by King Nicholas II 83 years prior. She smiled slightly, then stepped into the suit.

Battlegroup-Indigo, Royal Valkyrie Battle Flotilla, HRH Queen Alexa Fullwich XII OPCOM

"Battlegroup-Indigo this is New Valk spacedock, you are cleared for warp from system. Repeat, you are cleared for warp from system. Bonum venandi."

The Battlegroup cast off from spacedock, the orange glow of their thrusters creating a miniature light show. Once the ships gathered together around 150 I'm from Spacedock, their main engines ignited, a dazzling blue light filling the sky. Then the ships shot forwards, their warpcoils propelling them forwards at hundreds of times the speed of light, leaving streaks of blue in their wake.

High Orbit of New Callisto

The fleet dropped out of warp around the oddly beautiful planet of New Callsito. They had all expected the planet to be molten slag and glass, as with many planets where battles between the Alliance and Rebels had taken place.
"EVA. Situation report on allied ground units." Alexa asked the blue screen in front of her.
The AI's classical mix of female and robotic voice answered, "allied forces as yet unidentified. IFF tags not yet in Alliance databases. However, the capital city of the planet seems to be still be. As you organics say, 'neck deep in shit'."
"Careful there EVA. That's her majesty the Queen your speaking to." Commander Corvell said the second the computer had finished.
"Affirmative. Scans indicate she is Her Royal Highness Alexa Fullwich XII."
"EVA shut down your vocal circuits. Continue scanning capital city."
"If you so wish." The computer cut out.

Alexa couldn't help but crack a smile. She had no idea the bridge of a starship was this entertaining. If she had, she'd have been in space a lot longer. Commander Corvell remained completely straight faced, her face partially obscured by her thick ginger hair.

"Commander. I believe a scouting force will be necessary. Gather a battalion of Legionaries and take them to the surface, establish a foothold in a good spot. We'll set up a base there."

"Yes your highness." Corvell saluted and left the bridge.

2nd Battalion, 188th Legionary, Outskirts of Alliancia

The small battalion flew their Dropships through the milky dawn sky, a thin layer of fog covering the ground. But also obscuring vision of them, only highly sophisticated defence equipment, like a planetary defence battery, would be able to detect them. Corvell was travelling down with her soldiers, in the lead Dropship. She sent a message down to the Imperial Loyalists.

"To the soldiers of Imperial Esplanade. I am Commander Yvonne Corvell of the Second Irenton Alliance. We have been dispatched by the highest authority to assist you in your conflict. However, we require Intel on troop locations and IFF codes. Otherwise, we'll be firing blind."

by **Imperial Esplanade** » Tue Mar 28, 2017 5:33 pm

(OOC: I'm forced to accept some of Eclius's Godmodding for the sake of advancing the RP. For future reference, and this goes to everyone as well, please DO NOT dictate the actions or reactions of another player's character. Thank you.)

Timberwood Military Spaceport
Within the Moutains - Near Timberwood Creek Manor

The figure that stepped out of the unknown ship had encountered a plethora of armed guards who were surrounding the ship with their weapons drawn on him. After a few moments of looking at each other, confused as to what this "thing" was, they heard its' request and were slightly confused as to why it would seem to think such a meeting could be arranged. Following a brief awkward silence, one of the lieutenants stepped forward and identified himself. "My name is Lt. Jason Faulkner of Her Majesty's Imperial Guard. I understand you'd wish to meet with the Queen, but realize that there has been a series of attacks and, as I'm sure you can imagine, the Queen is being brought to an undisclosed and protected location as we speak. The most we can do is a hologram." He then turned around and motioned one of the engineers, who were watching the entire thing from the distance, to come over - before turning back to the cybernetic figure. "What is your name, where are you from, and may I also ask what your mission is?"

Timberwood Creek Manor
Imperial Palace on New Castillo

The Queen sat idly, watching the events transpiring in Alliancia, while members of the Imperial Guard gossiped in the corner. After the attack, the Queen was rushed indoors while the security detail started to come up with possible safehouse locations to hide the Queen. While normally they knew better than to disturb Queen Emmy in most circumstances, this was a circumstance beyond any other. One of the guardsmen stepped forward and politely bowed his head. "My Queen, I've been told that we have a request for communication from both the Hanger and from Eclius - of all places." Emmy perked an eyebrow. "Eclius? Why do they wish for an audience with me?" She pondered for a moment, as the guardsmen just stood silently as he did not know how to properly answer her question. "Very well. Eclius first then the Hanger. Bring up the hologram." The Queen stood up, walking around her desk to the center of the Main Hall of the barely-grandiose Timberwood Creek Manor, which was more of a rustic retreat center for the Royal Family more so than anything else. Emmy did not have particularly strong desires for a luxurious or grandiose lifestyle, preferring what some foreign leaders may consider to be a more meager and humble way-of-life. Nonetheless, the Great Hall did sport many decorations and statues from across the known-Universe. After a few moments of a struggling connection, the Consul from Eclius appeared and gave his condolences.

"I appreciate your words of sympathy, Consul. Rest assure that we will crush this revolution, and those who are responsible for instigating the violence will foresee justice enacted upon them."

New Castillo Surface
Wilderness - Timberwood Mountain Range

In the midst of the confusion, being that "soldiers of Imperial Esplanade" gave little-to-no suggestion as to which side this apparent new-arrival would be fighting on. Not only this, but Imperial Esplanade has not had too many previous interactions with the Second Ireton Alliance in order to make a definitive, accurate estimation either. The message was, first, intercepted by the Resistance, who were certain that they were responding to them as the "legitimate government of Imperial Esplanade" (being as though they are the primary military force on New Castillo). However, the Loyalists were not too far behind, but they could not a response of their out in time before the Resistance - thus the Resistance had informed the Alliance to send their dropships to a location in the wilderness, the other side of the Timberwood Mountain Range that bordered Alliancia. Also, as a matter of fact, they were only a day's march away from Timberwood Creek Manor - although in order to get to it, they'd have to head in the opposite direction from where they'd go if they were marching toward the capital city of Alliancia. The Alliance ships were told to head to those coordinates, and members of the military would arrive to bring them to the capital.

by **Benaroon** » Tue Mar 28, 2017 5:57 pm

The figure that stepped out of the unknown ship had encountered a plethora of armed guards who were surrounding the ship with their weapons drawn on him. After a few moments of looking at each other, confused as to what this "thing" was, they heard its' request and were slightly confused as to why it would seem to think such a meeting could be arranged. Following a brief awkward silence, one of the lieutenants stepped forward and identified himself. "My name is Lt. Jason Faulkner of Her Majesty's Imperial Guard. I understand you'd wish to meet with the Queen, but realize that there has been a series of attacks and, as I'm sure you can imagine, the Queen is being brought to an undisclosed and protected location as we speak. The most we can do is a hologram." He then turned around and motioned one of the engineers, who were watching the entire thing from the distance, to come over - before turning back to the cybernetic figure. "What is your name, where are you from, and may I also ask what your mission is?"

"My name, " the figure spoke, but no body language change was detected, nor any way you could he was speaking other than his voice just appearing in the air, " Is Zachariah O'Connor, President of the People of Benaroon, Defender of Joseph, Ruler of the Eternal Empire, etc,etc,etc. I am here to discuss alliance with the queen, as i have heard she is having", he stopped for a second, a figurative hand staying the air, " trouble."
He walks a bit forward, his dome glowing a dim green. A soft chink heard with each metal step he took. He approached to the Lt. and looked on him. The President was towering over the LT., and was seemingly looking upon him. He bent over, giving the LT. a nice look at his brain and the wires connecting to it. " Do not think my alliance of little value-"
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THE FLEET
The bridge remained almost unchanged since the last talk with the private, some two days ago. But that was about to change. A Ensign comes running from a hallway, holding a pad, and screaming.
"SIR! Permission granted by the President!"
The Admiral doesn't react. He merely raises his fist and speaks.
"Hand me the command mic."
The Ensign frantically gives him the small box. The Admiral brings it to his mouth.
"All ships, jump formation 33-Alpha, "Shock and Awe", jump coords have been sent out. All jump on my command."
The men were running to their stations, typing in numbers and all holding on to one lever.
"Jump."
And all turned to white.
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BACK TO THE HANGER
", I have come prepared." The metallic voice ended.
And as the President stood back up, the sky shook.
All around the figure, shone beams of solid white, black, and red.
"See what you have on offer."
Soon, the sky was black for naught a second. Beams of light shone down into the still open hanger bay.
If you would look up you'd see the Benaroon Navy blocking out the sun. (OOC: Still in space, not in atmosphere)
"This is the expedition force. They have come to help you defend yourselves."
The President turns away from the Lt. and looks up.
"Against a threat far greater than you think."
He turns around once more.
"Now, can i please speak to your Queen?"

by **Eclius** » Tue Mar 28, 2017 10:24 pm

The Queen sat idly, watching the events transpiring in Alliancia, while members of the Imperial Guard gossiped in the corner. After the attack, the Queen was rushed indoors while the security detail started to come up with possible safehouse locations to hide the Queen. While normally they knew better than to disturb Queen Emmy in most circumstances, this was a circumstance beyond any other. One of the guardsmen stepped forward and politely bowed his head. "My Queen, I've been told that we have a request for communication from both the Hanger and from Eclius - of all places." Emmy perked an eyebrow. "Eclius? Why do they wish for an audience with me?" She pondered for a moment, as the guardsmen just stood silently as he did not know how to properly answer her question. "Very well. Eclius first then the Hanger. Bring up the hologram." The Queen stood up, walking around her desk to the center of the Main Hall of the barely-grandiose Timberwood Creek Manor, which was more of a rustic retreat center for the Royal Family more so than anything else. Emmy did not have particularly strong desires for a luxurious or grandiose lifestyle, preferring what some foreign leaders may consider to be a more meager and humble way-of-life. Nonetheless, the Great Hall did sport many decorations and statues from across the known-Universe. After a few moments of a struggling connection, the Consul from Eclius appeared and gave his condolences.

"I appreciate your words of sympathy, Consul. Rest assure that we will crush this revolution, and those who are responsible for instigating the violence will foresee justice enacted upon them."

[Fredisius] Your majesty, the Senate and People of Eclius are deeply concerned with the ongoing humanitarian crisis in Imperial Esplanade. Therefore, on behalf of the Senate and People of Eclius, we would like to request the permission of entrance of Eclius-based charitable organizations in assist of the restoration of order in Imperial Esplanade.

Meanwhile an unknown location.......

[Queen Emmy] What is that noise from outside?
[Guard 1] Please stay here, your majesty, I'll.......
Before the guard could finish his sentence, a prototype assassin robot rushed into the Imperial Esplanadian Palace, and murdered all of the guards. Queen Emmy, now shocked, stared at the monstrosity hopelessly, as the assassin raised its energy blade on Queen Emmy. And as Queen Emmy fell onto the ground in blood, four holographic projection drone hummed, and the image of the Imperial Esplanadian Palace, along with the image of Queen Emmy faded from the existence. There was nothing left, part from the assassin droid, and a large room with green screens on three sides. An A.I. said in the background, "assassination simulation complete".
[Assassin Robot] Viable target neutralized, awaiting further command.
An old Zeta Reticulan, observed the scene from an observation room. As the simulation completed, she turned to her colleagues
[???]Unimpressive!
[Scientist 1] What is it?
[???] You think THIS is how Imperial Esplanadian operate? The scene, that was the lobby of Sapphirius Hotel, not their palace. There were three guards, armed with the most primitive weapon possible, and this Queen Emmy, she literally stood there emotionlessly! The REAL Queen Emmy is much much smarter than this computer-generated counterpart!
[Scientist 2] Ma'am, this is the best simulation program that we have
[???]Play the recorded footage
The holographic drones were activated again, projecting the image of the last moment before the death of simulated Queen Emmy
[???] See that guard there? This guard could have shot and destroyed our billion Denarii worth of drone. The energy shield can only take up to 20 laser shots, no plasma or particle beam.

by **Imperial Esplanade** » Wed Mar 29, 2017 5:05 am

(OOC: Everyone is to ignore Eclius's post - which, once again, contains blatant godmodding. He is suspended indefinitely until previous post is deleted. Everyone else may continue on as though Queen Emmy is still alive. Also, for future reference, do not have soldiers or assassins somehow magically appear out of nowhere either. That will not fly. Thank you.)

by **Eclius** » Wed Mar 29, 2017 8:54 am

Imperial Esplanade wrote:(OOC: Everyone is to ignore Eclius's post - which, once again, contains blatant godmodding. He is suspended indefinitely until previous post is deleted. Everyone else may continue on as though Queen Emmy is still alive. Also, for future reference, do not have soldiers or assassins somehow magically appear out of nowhere either. That will not fly. Thank you.)

OOC: THAT WAS A SIMULATION!

by **Strarus** » Wed Mar 29, 2017 9:30 am

Vengeance
Aboard SCS Salvation, about to drop out at a unknown planet which was thought to have activity

Vengeance had just returned to his body, that was the good thing the concencus allowed the AIs to leave their body to go to the server and obtain knowledge, it was a benefit. It had been developed secret before the AI War of Rights began. It had been perfected and improved on over the centuries, but they were now closing on the planet. Scanners had picked up activity and they had been sent to investigate what was causing the signals. "Be advised we will be dropping out I'm three....Two....One....Mark, the fleet dropped out of FTL above the planet. Several ships were present and they weren't sure what to make of it. "Vengeance we are attempting to hack into their servers to find out what we can but that will take time, what are your orders?" Asked Unit 56789 as it turned away from the console.

Vengeance stood there for a second before responding, "Send a transmission down, attached a file of our language and hope they can figure out the meaning quickly. I will take an honor guard down to the planet of 5 units. Tell them we come to establish relations with the leadership, after that keep this orbit no hostile positioning, just keep everything in place as it is." Ordered Vengeance as he started to head down to the shuttle bay where a honor guard had been assembled. A few moments later they were heading down towards the planet and the message was being sent down to the planet.

Greetings,

We are the Strarus from the Strarus Collective, we are here to establish relations. We mean you no harm, we are sending our commander down as it has the power to negotiate. Along with an honor guard if five soldiers. We hope for a peaceful first contact, along with this we are sending our language down in the hopes you will be able to decipher it.

by **Benaroon** » Wed Mar 29, 2017 1:24 pm

THE FLEET
The Benaroon fleet was now in visible sight of the Capitol of the planet. The people would look up and see this huge force of strength and power.
And they would understandably be a bit scared. Was the internal conflict not enough? Were we to be invaded by an outside force? Why is red, white, and black all the time in some areas?
Hopefully, they all think, the incoming force would be peaceful.
Atleast, this is the train of thought going through the Admiral's brain. He gaze upon the world beneath his fleet, feeling almost god-like. A whole city could be destroyed at a push of a button.
He felt benevolent.
After the Fleet's arrival, they have been blasted with endless radio hailings and signals from the Imperial government. They had in large parts ignored them. They have not been approaced by any Imperial Ships, which has really surprised the Admiral. Certainly a foreign fleet occupying your gravity well would be cause for alarm, no?
He'll wait and see how it turns out until the president returns.

by **Eodor** » Wed Mar 29, 2017 2:11 pm

New Castillo Surface, Timberwood Mountain Range

The small fleet of 35 Dropships glided steadily down to the planet's surface. Their landing engines scorching the ground around the landing zone. All the dropship's engines shut off at the same time, their doors opening and the Legionaries jumping out. They established a quick perimeter and Commander Corvell and two Captains jumped out of the middle Dropship.

"Where are our contacts?" One of the Captain's asked Corvell.
"Likely hidden in the tree line. Air units would likely fly all over this area." Corvell answered scanning the trees.
"Commander, d'ya remember Halios?" The other Captain asked.
"It all started off like this. The Battle of Vector." Corvell answered slowly, reminiscing about the massive Halian War.

Meanwhile, a squad of Legionaries had walked up to the trees and were shouting into them, "Oi! Anyone there? Second Irenton Alliance. Come out now."

Battlegroup-Indigo, New Castillo Orbit

"Your Majesty," the ship's captain bowed, "the message we received from the Imperial Esplanade may not be the troops loyal to the Queen."
"What?!" Alexa jumped up from her chair, 'finally', she thought, 'something interesting'.
"We believe the message has come from Resistance soldiers. However, we can not be sure. Your orders?"
Alexa thought for a moment, scratching her chin for a moment, "inform Commander Corvell. Tell her to question anyone she meets."
The Captain bowed and spoke his understanding. He walked over to a Communication Lieutenant and told her the message, she nodded the affirmative and sent the message.

On the ground, Corvell received the text based message over her TACPAD. She spoke the message to her two Captains who began to tell their soldiers.

by **Eclius** » Wed Mar 29, 2017 3:25 pm

Unknown location
Queen Emmy sat in a deserted-looking, and yet, highly protected place, sipping her tea. When suddenly, the guards started to cough violently, and it didn't take long, before they died mysteriously. Emmy was shocked, only finding her legs paralyzed, she attempted to move, only finding black spots on her legs and arms. Soon after, she died from necrosis. And as Queen Emmy died mysteriously, the holographic drones started to hum again, and everything, including the guards who rushed into her room to check for her wellness had paused, frozen solid like a picture. Immediately, an A.I. voice came from the walls, and said, "simulation paused". And as the simulation is paused, scientists from the observation room entered the simulation chamber, and examined the scene.
[Scientist 1] Professor Uhaxx, all targets died from necrosis triggered by ENO-3X
[Scientist 2] The nano virus ENO-3X is capable of causing autolysis in biological cells, which........
[Prof. Uhaxx] I see, Marcus, go back to the part where target discovered necrotic symptoms, and pause it there
The drones started to hum again, replaying the the scene right before simulated Emmy's death, and paused it there.
[Prof. Uhaxx] My esteemed colleagues, if you all could look over here. This simulated safe house has a circulation system that does not have enhanced type-5d pathogenic filter. If Emmy's safe house, wherever it may be does have one of those, the nano virus could fail. Lucius, played the simulation where the advanced air filter IS added to the circulation system.
Prof Uhaxx picked up his examination kit, and left the simulation chamber. Another simulation started, and this time, the nano virus did not kill Queen Emmy, or her guards. Behind the observation glass, Uhaxx seemed highly unimpressed, and said to his colleagues
[Prof. Uhaxx] Professor Xrym and her colleagues wish to approach this problem through some kind of, assassin droid, and I have doubted her for that. Nevertheless, Marcus, notify Prof. Xrym in compound 4c-101-3s of our results, and send her and EDSI HQ copies of the recorded simulation results.

Meanwhile, in EDSI HQ
Secretary Gaebl sat on his sleek, mag lev chair, while watched recorded simulations from EDSI tech division. In a way, Gaebl personally is highly supportive toward the assassination of Queen Emmy. As a retired scientist, Gaebl knew well that he himself, would not be alive this very day, had the empire criminalized cybernetic evolution, like many nations out there. That blast from laboratory when he was a teen, it could have kill him. However, Gaebl decided to give himself the benefit of doubt, he is unfamiliar with Imperial Esplanadian law, and its perception toward cybernetic evolution, however, that thought quickly diminished as he unlocked a drawer, and took out an ordinary paper-diary book. The diary book was old, but yet well maintained. It has been long since Eclius replaced papers with electronic display papers, and yet, Gaebl managed to procure this antique from a family friend. He opened up to a page, and it said........

...........Earlier the day, my consciousness was transferred into an avatar. The avatar......it.......it looked just like me! And as the process completed, I stood outside the surgery room, eyes unmoving, as they took away my biological body, and placed into a molecular dissociation chamber. Funny how my head no longer hurts from the blast, and this, could be a beautiful new beginning.

by **The Interstellar Federation** » Thu Mar 30, 2017 1:17 am

Alliancia, New Callisto
555th Interstellar Squadron "Favourite Fives"
IFS Warship Diplomacy - Invictus-class dreadnought
Commodore Liu Miha

Liu sipped some milk tea as the shadow of Allancia began to disappear from the planet. The meager warpspace journey was fairly uneventful, even though the crew was on combat alert status 1. They were ready for anything that was headed for them; fingers on triggers, ears tuned for the order to fire, eyes sharper than an eagle's glare. As the blue streaks of Cherenkov radiation dissipated off the side of the warships of the 555th, the beauty of Allancia was in full view of the bridge.

"A pity that such a beautiful world needs to be consumed by the fires of war." the XO commented as he looked on from the upper viewing bridge observation deck.

Liu sighed before responding. "Don't worry. We will make it right." She smiled slightly, with the slight crease of her forehead appearing barely on her face to indicate any facial emotion. "The rebels shall be destroyed and stability restored to the rightful nation of Imperial Esplanade."

"Aye!" the bridge crew responded in unity.

Five minutes later

"Relaying positions of the Irenton, Protractisian, Ecilisian, Benaroonian, Strarusian and Imperial Esplanadean fleets." the AI announced, before several clusters of symbols appeared around a holographic map of Alliancia. Some of the bridge crew looked on with disapprove when they saw the Irenton Alliance; a holdover from the Vortexian Civil War. Others carefully analysed the situation, detailing the softest targets and disadvantageous locations, inputting the data into their battle-stations. The AI projected a large video feed onto the battlescreen.

"Current situation as of now on the ground; a total shitstorm. The Imperial military has suffered massive casualties and traitors from within make it hard to trust anyone and it has been rendered an ineffective fighting force. Mass civil war has broken out and the planet is in chaos: biological agents have decimated the population. The government has been incapacitated, with reports that the heir to the throne, Queen Emmy's brother, Sir Langlois, has been killed. So has most of the Imperial Senate and the President and his line of succession." The AI reported, with a death toll in confronting bold text and the pictures of the important governmental personnel killed.

"Fuck'n hell. It's a god-forbid place down there." a weapons officer commented.

"No shit...Skipper, what's your take on this?"

"I've seen worse, much, much worse." Liu responded coldy, to the surprise to some of the younger crew members. She flicked her wrist to display a map of the planet and asked the AI if they could contact Queen Emmy, who they knew was the only functioning member of the Imperial government.

"Sorry Ma'am, unfortunately all attempts to contact them remotely have failed. Either they are trying to jam us or they simply aren't receiving."

"Damn. I guess we have to do this the old way."

Hangar #A21

"Pod is all prepped and ready to go Ma'am." a hangar crewman reported over the radio.

"By the way, are you sure that these are the right coordinates?" Liu asked.

"Yes Ma'am. Intelligence reports that Queen Emmy was moved to this secure location." the AI responded.

"Good. Let's just hope the Esplanadeans look up. " Liu said.

"Roger, launching now."

A spherical, shiny and metalic pod was loaded into one of the mobile torpedo launching sets around the hangar. With a press of a button, the object shot out towards the planet of Alliancia. It rapidly gained velocity as guidance boosters on the pod plotted it for a suborbital trajectory straight for the Timberwood Creek Manor. The pod was engulfed in a fireball as it descended into the atmosphere, streaking across the sky like a shooting star. When it finally decelerated, it headed straight for the Timberwood Creek Manor. Triangulating the landing zone, the pod prepared for final descent. Several course corrections were made until the pod was on a terminal trajectory to exactly 20 metres from the entrance of the palace. WIth a loud "thud" it impacted the ground, burying itself into a small crater.

Once the dust had cleared the pod began to light up as it opened up like a orange's outer membrane, revealing a delicate interior portal generator. The pod began to exit the crater using gravitational repulsors and rested itself a few meters away from the edge of the crater. With a bright glow, an oval portal fizzled into existence. One could see through it to the hangar bay of the Warship Diplomacy, and straight into the eyes of Commodore Liu. She made a gesture and together with several Interstellar Marines walked through the portal and onto Esplandean soil.

"Now, let's introduce ourselves shall we?" Liu said, walking over to the entrance of the Timberwood Palace and knocking firmly on the heavy lacquered wooden door.

by **Benaroon** » Thu Mar 30, 2017 4:19 am

THE FLEET
"Sir, another fleet has come into orbit around the planet."
The Admiral watched as this fleet came in, no theatrics. What a bunch of amateurs, they didn't even make a grand announcement about their entrance.
He watched as a shuttle flew from a ship and....
He was surprised. It was'n't heading for the hanger that the President had gone to. It was going to some woods.
And he found this quite interesting. They were obviously up to something. Or they knew where something was.
And the Admiral was curious.
"Ensign, prepare a small troop transport. Load it with the Ethical Squad, the ones not equipped with war crimes as weapons."
"Aye, sir!" And the ensign was off. The Admiral turns to his Navigator.
"Follow that ship. Tag it , track it, everything. Send our shuttle after it."
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ABOARD THE SHIP HANGER
"LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE UP!" the raspy voice of an officer rang out. This was hsortly followed by the unison clicking of heels and banging of rifle butts.
"YOU MARINES ARE TO GO DOWN AND FOLLOW THIS SHUTTLE! DO NOT FIRE UNTIL FIRED UPON! YOU WILL NOT ATTACK THE IMPERIAL ESLPANDE WITHOUT PROPER CAUSE, YOU WILL NOT SHOOT ANYONE WITHOUT PROPER CAUSE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"
The marines scream out the loudest "SIR YES SIR!"
"GET IN!"
The marines line up into the troop transport. It was a small one, only holding about 20 marines , including the officer that would command them.
But it would be more than enough.
The sirens went off and the shuttle launched, closely following the other ship.
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THE FORREST

The shuttle landed a few miles away from the other shuttle, as to not raise suspicion.
The Navigator , who was tracking the other shuttle, has reported having seen figures leave the shuttle and towards a direction the marines and Officer will follow.
As the troop transport silently landed in the forest, the leaves on the branches seemed to over cover it intentionally. The Marines felt as if Nature was on their time.
They walked out and turned their tank armour on. The once normal sized men now walk in the RiotControl/Conventional Warfare armour. A scary sight if see one
Imagine the fright when you see 20.
The Marines walk around the dark orange and light yellow forest, the leaves crackling as they marched to the shuttle.
They aim to see who had come down here.
And to prevent them from leaving.
They silently surround the shuttle and aim, only three marines(including the officer) sent off to follow to party that left the foreign shuttle.

by **Benaroon** » Fri Mar 31, 2017 8:02 pm

(OOC: Bump, c'mon guys get in it)

by **Imperial Esplanade** » Fri Mar 31, 2017 9:00 pm

(OOC: Please keep this thread strictly to IC-posts. Let's keep any and all OOC-comments to moderation. Thank you.)

by **Imperial Esplanade** » Fri Mar 31, 2017 10:28 pm

Timberwood Military Spaceport
Within the Moutains - Near Timberwood Creek Manor

The lieutenant crossed his arms and gave a perplexed look on his face. "For someone who knew that there was trouble, you came here mightily fast. The compound is in lock-down, nobody is getting into the facility as it stands. However, we can see about setting up a hologram conference between you and the Queen if you so wish." The lieutenant was quite suspicious, given how quickly (and how much) they've mobilized in the short time span since the fighting had started only a few short hours ago. He gave the signal to someone standing in the corner, and he motioned toward their guests. "This way please, we'll have the connection up shortly."

Timberwood Creek Manor
Tourist Welcome Center

The Interstellar Federation troops had, in fact, landed near the tourist center... about ten miles away from the palace itself. Good thing too, considering if they had attempted to deploy their troops at the palace it would - they would have been blown out of the sky. An elderly man approaches the door, opens it, and has a shocked look on his face as he sees a foreign battalion standing at the front of his shop. "Hello? May I help you ladies and gentlemen?" He asks, rubbing his chin.

New Carthage City Spaceport
Landing Pad 12B79

The nearest city to Alliancia, where the bulk of the street fighting is occurring, is New Carthage City - which is currently still under loyalist control. The remaining military who are loyal to the Queen (as most of them have defected) surround the city and head to the location where they are informed that an unknown party is heading to the surface. They point their weapons and shout out to the newly arrivals from the SCS Salvation. "Halt!"

"Hell of a time to make a diplomatic trip. You understand that there is an attempt to overthrow the government, correct?" Asks a clearly annoyed captain, stepping forward from the formation.

New Castillo Surface
Wilderness - Timberwood Mountain Range

From the distance, there is an entire battalion of Imperial Esplanadian soldiers, aligned with the Resistance. They've noted the landing of another, unknown party, who they will deal with immediately after. One of the soldiers, clearly a commanding officer, steps out from a treeline with his arm raised up in the air. "Aye! Captain Hugo Sampson. Imperial Esplanadian Military!" He then holds his other arm up in the air to show that he is not armed. Meanwhile, the rest of the battalion remain hidden with their weapons trained on the Alliance forces - silently watching, making sure they don't try to do anything stupid.

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