Sic Semper Tyrannis [IC]

[Rykil]

Outskirts of Animatros, Outer Systems
AWS Morik

"We have sensor contacts of enemy and friendly craft near Animators. your orders sir?" Piped up a crewman, scanning the system of all ships nearby. "It appears we are a tad bit late for the party. Keep the Armada cloaked and strike when their forces are as condensed as possible. When that moment occurs fire everything we have and finish them off." He paused for a moment before speaking again. "Now. Now is the time that we show what our nation is truly capable of. No longer shall we be held down by our isolationism, no longer shall we appear weak in the eyes of our enemies. For we shall send them to the depths of hell!"

Fleet Composition

1X AWS Morik Superdreadnought
10X Dreadnoughts
100X Battlecruisers
97X Battleships
123X Cruisers
145X Destroyers
237X Corvettes
Assortment of Fighters and Bombers

[New Doobengert]

In a stealth-ship near Animatros
Classical music played softly, interrupted frequently by the buzzing noise of a console and then some military official speaking. Ashenfoot the 10th sat silently in his chair at the front of his stealthship, watching Animatros and the battle going on in its atmosphere.
"A10, reporting. Can you hear me Grand General?" Said Ashenfoot, pressing down lightly on the speak button
"Yes, A10. Situation?" Replied the disembodied voice of Asheyin II, who was currently sitting somewhere comfortable many many miles away disconnected from the battle playing out in front of Ashenfoot.
"Cybertronian ships attacking, what appears to be.... High Japanese ships."
"High Japan is involved- interesting."
"They are one of the neutral forces ma'am. Like us."
"We aren't neutral A10. We are on our own side."
"As always ma'am."
"Back to the mission A10, report back if anything of note happens"
"Of course ma'am."
A brief silence happened before another beep and Asheyin the 2nd's voice again "And- remember to be safe.. You're a valuable asset."

[Concordaia]

Date: November 15th, 2947 Concordaian Era
CBMI Headquarters “Sword”, Military Complex District-B7, Reach

The CBMI HQ was a massive, beauty of a building and a feat of 24th-century engineering and construction. To a standard civilian it was a gleaming silver tower the slightly resembled a blade, shooting up from Mount Shieldsmen. For CBMI personnel who had H7 clearance or higher, they would know it was not just a simple tower. They would know it was a den of intelligence operations that were the nightmares and fantasies of a young child, the tower descending into the hollowed frame of Mount Shieldsmen where relics of the fabled alien predecessors that once seeded the Concordaian quadrant with life.

Here in this monstrous building, Special Agent Green walked briskly with each of his strides omitting an aura of urgency. He quickly opened the door of Director Ruth Halsey, slamming a folder labeled 'SECTION 6 EYES ONLY. C-I'. Director Ruth looked up from her work and sighed "Special Agent Green. What a surprise to see you again, for the... what is it? The eighteenth time this week?" Green ignored her and stuck a finger at the folder "Ma'am, quit the small talk. I've received word from a contact in the Imperial Federation that the 'war that will never happen', as you called it, is occurring right this second." The Director scoffed at Green and took the folder. "I suppose it wouldn't hel..." her eyes widened as she read deeper into the report. "By god... it's happening." Green couldn't help but grin for a moment before continuing, "This is it, Director. The fabled 'C-3 situation', the Cybertronian bastards are open for another stab in the gut. It's time we act, and we should act now before the Imperials take the carcass of the Empire. Think about it, all the technological advances we could have with Cybertronian technology. It'll b-" The Director cut him off "I'm contacting HighCOM."

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Date: November 19, 2947 Concordaian Era
The Capital, Libertas Federal Center, Libertas
Chancellor Max Rockwel adjusted his tie and buttoned his jacket. He was about to make a speech that would be the most memorable action in his entire political career, as Chancellor and Senate. Rockwell closed his eyes and whispered a prayer to whatever was up there listening, before walking onto a podium, being blinded by flashes of lights. Rockwell cleared his throat and began to recite his speech, "My fellow Concordaians..."

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Date: November 20th, 2947 Concordaian Era
Frontier Naval Outpost Delta 9, [REDACTED_BY_CBMI], Frontier Region
The Frontier Naval Outpost Delta 9 was bustling with activity, inside the space station Concord Army and Near Orbit Vanguard Army (NOVA) soldiers ran through corridors, rushing to get to their assigned ships. On the outside of the station, the largest Concordaian Fleet ever assembled after the Frontier Insurgency Crisis gathered enmass. Countless Corvettes and Frigates surrounded their Destroyer and Cruiser brethren. Behind those ships the hulking behemoths of battleships watched with vigilance. In the back of the fleet support ships glided into position. This huge fleet, Task Force Hades gathered in front of Warp Gate C-12, an ancient relic of the predecessor races. The gate exploded into light, the huge halo’s empty center was now filled with glowing energy. And with that, the monster of a fleet entered the gate, sending them across the Galaxy.

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TO: ALL CYBERTRONIANS
FROM: THE CONCORDAIAN MINISTRY OF DEFENSE
THE COMMONWEALTH HAS DECLARED A DEMOCRATIC LIBERATION OF CYBERTRON, TO RID IT OF TYRANNY. PREPARE FOR WAR.

[Pilarcraft]

20 Evening Star, 9E 5
"Pulling out of Hyperspace in T-minus 5 seconds" The head-technician on the Tablet Station announced. Goreth was still looking at the hues of blue moving around the fleet, his hands behind his back. Suddenly, the Colors stopped.
In front of them was a planet. well, of course it was. they had recorded sapient life in here, so it would be extremely illogical if nothing was to be found here.
but, the Planet, a green mass of trees and alien life, was not exactly what was the biggest shock.

The biggest shock was the influx of warships all hovering around the Planet.
"Shit" Goreth mumbled, just as the 1,500 Ships of the Fleet all deployed, taking an immediate battle formation.
he was waaaaaay out of his league here.

[The Interstellar Federation]

Developments

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President Vincent De Maser
Interstellar High Command (HIGHCOM)
Installation Colossus
Sol System
Sector Solis

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The dim glowing lights that lined the spheroid of Installation Colossus blinked in the darkness of space. It was a massive artificial construct of immense proportions; thousands of kilometers in diameter and of several quadrillion tonnes in mass. Despite its spherical shape from afar, it was actually many hundreds of thousands of spires and towers formed together in the shape of a sphere. Close inspection could see an endless horizon of metal and composite that encompassed all. It was a testament to the ingenuity and might of the Federation. Far away in the spectral distance, was the soft glowing dot, that was, Sol, home star of the Interstellar Federation and humanity itself. While the rest of the planets of Sol basked in the glorious light of the sun, Colossus was no receiver of such warmth and protection. Rather in a star's stead, it was defended by over a thousand warships that comprised a few fractions of the gigantic War Fleet Solis, tens of thousands strong which itself was the sword and shield of Sector Solis. Colossus was the core of the Federation armed forces; the beating heart of the cold metal and stark flesh that protected humanity from all whom wish malevolence. It was host to the highest ranking officers of all branches, their wisdom and judgement integral and their determination and honour steadfast. Such was required to lead the forces of humanity against the many that attempted their misguided and foolish opposition.

On this particular occurrence, Installation Colossus was host to a very important guest, one of such importance, that he had entered through a direct and personal teleportation link between his residence and Installation Colossus. As he entered the room, everybody immediately rose to attention and saluted stoutly in respect.

An admiral, dressed in sharp white, embroided with gold trails and several medals and ribbons lining the breast of his jacket shook his hand. "Mr President. An honour."

Preisdent Vincent De Maser nodded and addressed the high ranking officers that stood at attention to him. "Gentlemen, you required my attention?"

"Yes Mr President, I believe we have some information that is of interest and concern to you. Specifically, concerning the war between Cybertron and the Imperial Federation," said the admiral.

"Cybertron and the Imperials? Still going at it? I thought we were concluded that we were not concerned about their honestly laughable spectacle they call a war last time this was brought up at Congress."

"Yes, but there has been a recent, 'developlment' shall I say. Here take a look," the admiral gestured towards De Maser and turned on a hologram. It became live with a planet being the focus.

"That's the planet of Animatros. Used to be under Cybertronian control; now its a new territory of the Imperials," he then gestured his hand to bring up ship hologram projections. "And now everything has gone to hell there. We've gained reports from our intelligence operatives of several nations allying themselves with either side and the hammer has been poised to strike down on that planet.

"A full scale war, involving multiple nations, just over one planet?" De Maser furrowed his brows in dissapoint. "And I thought we were going to let this play out and leave the primitives to destroy each other.

"Evidently not sir. We risk the potential for their whole galaxy to boil over, not to mention their turmoil and chaos spreading to our shores."

De Maser thought for a few moments, his mind entering a stage of deep meditation, channeling inner thoughts. His eyes began to emit an intense blue aurora as he began focusing his psionic energy. Images began appearing in his head; scenes of violence and destruction, wreckage tumbling from the sky, dead laying everywhere in the droves, a smoldering husk that resembled a planet. Screams erupted in his mind, yet no sound actually reached his ears. People grasping each other in fear and terror, evil faces in the darkness, butchering, killing, burning. A thousand streaks of lightning rained down onto the sky, razing the surface of the planet. De Maser took a deep breath and his eyes returned to their natural colour abruptly, his period of precognition over and his orders resolute.

"Sir?" the admiral asked, knowing of the President's future preceiving visions.

"I have seen much. The planet is doomed to destruction and its inhabitants condemned to death. The Imperials and Cybertronians are disgusting wretches in their own right. They respect nothing but bitter hatred towards each other. It is...an unsustainable and foolish future and thus must be corrected. We must pacify these two lumbering beasts of burden that pull the loads of senseless destruction,"
his tone had completely changed. From being merely annoyed at the hearing of pointless conflict, De Maser had almost become prophetic in a way, a cold tone with infernal sincerity.

"Very well sir. I shall see to the mobilisation of a fleet immediately."

[Doom Legions]

The Plane of Doom
Armageddon-Class Warship Flight of the Angels

"Lady Nightshimmer, we have arrived at the designated coordinates. Ready to exit the Plane on your order." Notified an operator on the bridge.

"Not quite yet. Deploy our espionage probes first. I want a network set up in the system, especially around the planet. I want eyes and ears and most importantly scanners everywhere. I want to see where they move, who they shoot, what they say, hell I want to know what they eat for breakfast! Understood?" Commanded Alastia.

"Yes ma'am, we'll get it done." Replied the operator.

A tiny rift opened up in real space, from which several cloaked espionage probes arrived. They set out in all directions, strategically positioning themselves throughout the system, setting up an expansive intelligence network.

Back on the ship, Alastia quickly received extensive amounts of data. She saw that combat was already beginning, but she also noted that there were many other fleets in system that had yet to engage. The probes also picked up several energy anomalies, presumably cloaked vessels that failed to hide their energy signatures.

Looking through the date, she spoke: "We will hold here for now, no need to get involved quite yet. Let them tangle with each other first, wear themselves down. So long as the Cybertronians maintain the upper hand, we have nothing to worry about. Just keep the fleet ready to strike at a moment's notice, we're in the perfect position to ambush any fleet."

So the fleet held position, remaining safely hidden within the Plane of Doom. Nobody even knew they were there..

[Robosis Corporate State]

-snip-

Receiving Message: Cybertronian ship - AD4-2830-L

Message Received

Formulating response...

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Transmission: AD4-2830-L to Mindwipe

I have dispatched troops to a location on the planetary surface to investigate an unidentified object of possible Imperial origin. I will arrive shortly.

500 Military Androids
5 Battleships (Water)
8 Land vehicles

[Pilarcraft]

20 Evening Star, 5E 9
"Brace for impact!" One of the officers on the spear-head of the fleet warned, as the Fighters all left the front-most Artaeum Ship, mostly dodging random spacecraft than anything else.
"Who do we help?" Belator Rex, a Cyrod-nedic Admiral aboard the Station, asked the Overseer who looked over at the battle bellow them. "Do we just observe? A lot of other fleets seem to be observing here. But what if they-"
Raising a hand to silence him, Goreth replied without turning, "Do you remember the Cataclysm, Admiral?"
The Man, having been a simple fighter-pilot back then, replied "Yes, Sir!" meekly.
"That apart, this is the only time this Fleet, nay this Branch of our nation's Armed Forces have ever been in a combat situation. I am as clueless in this as you are. but for now..." He looked down, where two fleets seemed to be in a small-scale combat. "we watch. just like everyone else."

[Universal Union of Panhumanity]

UCV We Will Destroy This World of Violence
Fleet Base Omega-Delta-Carmine-12
Engels System

The avatar of the great archailect-admiral of the 12th Combat Fleet looked upon that of the Supreme Soviet Militant, listening to their directions and instructions. It had been expecting orders for some time now, what with the ongoing war between the forces of the Imperial Federation and the Cybertronian Empire. Admittedly, it had been unsure as to what exact role the Universal Union would play in the conflict, if any, but now this knowledge was being revealed.

"Admiral, you are of course aware of the war between the Imperial Federation and the Cybertronians." Began the virtual avatar of the highest military authority in the Union, to which the archailect nodded in confirmation. "Excellent. Naval intelligence tells us that the planet of Animatros is likely to be the scene of the next wave of fighting. You will lead the twelfth fleet to this system."

"Excuse me sirs, if I may ask, why are we involving ourselves in the affairs of others? Neither the Empire nor the Federation are friends or allies of ours, indeed, we have fought them both in the past. Nor do we support the spread of the democratic system, and thus do not fit with goals of the so-called 'Liberators'. Surely we shall not be adding another side to this conflict? We cannot afford to embroil ourselves in a full-scale war with these three powers, and Marx knows what else decides to enter the fray."

"An excellent question, admiral!" replied the Supreme Soviet Militant. "After much careful deliberation, it has been decided that we shall throw our lot in with the Federation. While they are certainly no friends of ours, it is more in our interests for them to emerge victorious than the Cybertronians, what with their crusade for supremacy and the annihilation of organic life. As if we could ever allow that fascist Emperor Megatron to gain dominion over such a large territory. He and his followers are enemies of the people's revolution, and must be utterly annihilated for their crimes in due time. For now at least, we'll settle for giving him a bloody nose. So, you will depart for the warzone in an hour. Be prepared for heavy fighting."

[-The Imperial Federation-]

As the influx of warships - both ally and enemy - began to surround Animatros, Scorponok's initial ORBAT deployed itself, surrounding the planet. On board the Semper Tyrannis was Scorponok and his soldiers, many of whom served with him back on Nebulos. Two of them were Fangry and Mindwipe. Fangry was your average soldier, having, ironically enough, served in recon during the War for Nebulos. Mindwipe, meanwhile, was a Black Epochian priest and Scorponok's second-in-command, having quickly rose through the ranks during the Great War due to his sharp strategic mind.

Fangry accidentally tripped over some obvious wires, which led to a nearby supercomputer which monitored the war.

Mindwipe chuckled to himself as Fangry stumbled over the controls. "As always, Fangry, you're the epitome of intelligence."

"Ah, shut up!" Fangry roared. "Go black to your Black Sabbaths and go talk to yourself like the freak you are!"

"Excuse me?" Mindwipe growled. "My affinity with séance and the black arts is unparalled! Something that you wouldn't comprehend!"

"Oh, I can comprehend my servo in your face" Fangry bellowed, arching his servo and preparing to punch Mindwipe.

"Enough!"

Mindwipe and Fangry turned to their left, and saw Scorponok waving his tail angrily at them. Suddenly, Fangry would find his servo being smacked by Scorponok's tail. "If you want to continue this argument with each other in my presence, I'll let you do so, but know that I will be more than willing to drive this down your gullet."

Fangry jabbed a digit at Scorponok's chassis. "And why should I listen to-"

Suddenly, Scorponok drew his tail and whacked it around Fangry's face, which was strong enough to knock Fangry to the floor and draw blood. "Perhaps it would be wise to do as i say, Fangry. Lest the result be fatal."

Fangry gave no response. Scorponok turned to the rest of his soldiers and walked down the bridge. "On Animatros, we will be warring with the likes of Victor Vonstein and his ilk, sent by the Imperial Federation to conquer Cybertronian territory. They are certainly powerful, but they are by no means infalliable. I bring up Vonstein's defeat at the hands of the Bastard God, Avraek, and because of that, he can no longer be sent to neither Heaven or Hell. Well, that's my understanding of it, at least."

Scorponok walked to a circular row of windows which dominated the front of the bridge, revealing Animatros. It was a planet full of lush and verdant jungles and lakes. The light of day was harsh and scorching, while the rains were torrential downpours. Volcanoes rose above the green canopy, usually slumbering in smoky menace, sometimes bursting forth with firestorms of destruction. It was led by a variety of kings, but they had been killed when the Decepticons annexed it. Now, it would be ruled by General Fangblade, a brutal commander who was instrumental in the victory against the Autobots in the Battle for Vos during the Great War. Certainly, if the Decepticons won the battle for Animatros, dissent would be crushed utterly.

"We have allies throughout the galaxy whom have dedicated themselves to the destruction of the Federation. Once we have won the war for Animatros, we shall break through the frontier and begin the war on their turf. There, we shall conquer . We are still at war with the Human Confederacy; however, that part of the war is highly unimportant at the moment."

Scorponok rose his arm and saluted the sky in respect for Megatron. "Hail Lord Megatron! Decepticons forever!"

And as dreadnoughts, frigates and corvettes entered the atmosphere, a repetitious roar of "Decepticons forever" rumbled throughout the ship. Mindwipe, amidst the racket, would type out a response to Eodor and the soldiers from the Robosis Corporate State.

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To: FJ-4476 and Robosis.
From: Mindwipe.

We will currently need you to target and destroy any bases around Animatros that belong to The Imperial Federation or their allies, or of the Liberator faction. From that point onwards, we will assist you in safeguarding this planet in preparation for the Federation's oncoming invasion of this planet.

You will be notified of any changes or updates to the plan as soon as possible.

Primus be with you.


Mindwipe sent out the message to FJ-4476 and began to organize another ORBAT. After all, there would be an onslaught of incoming enemies arriving to either aid the Federation in conquering the planet or conquering it for their own devices; another ORBAT was basically mandatory at that point. After all, what if they lost Animatros and the planet fell to anyone else's command. Even though they had over a million colonies at this point, it would eventually total up, though Mindwipe expected the Federation to accumulate drastic losses in the process.

Outside the Semper Tyrannis, several frigates and dreadnoughts interceded and began to return fire. Plasma blasts were unleashed by the oncoming battleships on both sides, while the frigates swooped down and opened fire on the Higher Japanese's dropships. Their intent was clear: to ensure as little Higher Japanese dropships land on Animatros as humanly possible. Several more frigates, spearheaded by three dreadnoughts, flanked the landing support dreadnought and opened fire on it to distract it from the rest of the battle.

Explosions riddle the flagship, Victoria with many ships having the same, but the kinetic shields increased in strength and durability in the fury with the fleet returning outblast of repeating plasma beams at enemy forces with combat fighters being deployed to assist in the crusade against the Cybertronians.The main cannon of the Victoria roared to life with a blinding light as its holiness reign upon the enemy with planetary destruction scale concentrated at the Cybertronian fleets in the point of view by the long range sensors.Devastator was the weapon’s name after the Horseman of the Apocalypse of the Sovereign God.”Blood and Honour, gents, we will hold the line with Vonstein giving the bastards hell on the surface and with the awakening of the Great Deity’s hour coming soon.There God will meet death by the Sovereign’s unquestioned power.” Announces the Admiral, with the mothership morphing into a gigantic mech of a Armada-Knight with a colossal demon-fueled energy sword as bright as the sun, and with its other arm having the Devastating cannon charging for another blast.

Animatros, Region Unknown.

The rain was a downer for Vonstein wishing for a clean killing day and the humidity of the jungle was just awful, he couldn’t sweat but the feeling was his skin drying with his dead skin shedding like crazy though this wasn’t a real issue as finding the colonists here and the decepticon warriors here to be violently murdered on the schedule of terminating the wannabe exterminators, that will remain on Victor’s blood and gore record.He continued with irritation in the ending jungle cussing along the way in very teenager-ish moody fashion.

The Sovereign God

”Primus.....Your crimes of bringing life to the Cybertronian shall go unpunished with millions of millions of vital knowledge and wisdom being deleted in minutes by your disciples of chaos.Your slumber in divine tyranny is over.....” Echoes the thousand ear-splitting voices of Eternal Wrath by the esteemed God of Knowledge, reaching the sparks of all- minds of Machine sentience across the infinite universe feeling his tumultuous power consumed by dark energon flowing through them with consequences of eternal torment and death happening to those of weakness toward such holy wrath.

[Pax Cybertronian]

As the forces of the Grand Diamond Authority arrived within Decepticon space, Scorponok himself decided to send a response to them, granting them access. After all, the more allies located there, the quicker they would win the war. After sending a thanks to Robosis, Rykil and Eodor, Scorponok proceeded to type out a message to the Diamonds.

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To: The Diamond Authority.
From: General Scorponok.

This is General Scorponok, sent by Megatron to reclaim this planet and destroy the Imperial Federation. I shall grant you access to enter our space. Since High Command have told us that you seek to be more diplomatic, we'll take you to a heavily-fortified area under our dominion.

Guiding Hand be with you.

Mindwipe saw the forces of New Doobengert and decided to attempt to curry favour with them and garner an alliance. While it was indeed something extremely taboo, Mindwipe still saw this as a ripe opportunity to utterly crush The Imperial Federation's forces here. Certainly, Scorponok would at least take favour on them if they decided to hand them some systems and power. Ergo, Mindwipe decided to contact them.

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To: Grand General Asheyin II.
From: Mindwipe.

We request an alliance between our two nations for the rest of the duration of this war. In exchange for your cooperation, we shall offer to you several star systems from Imperial Federation space.

Sending the message, he sat back and watched as the carnage outside ensued. Warships of different shapes and sizes fought with one another. Explosions rocketed through space. In just a few solar cycles, Primus-knows how many nations have arrived to fight for one or another faction: the Cybertronians, the Imperials, the Liberators, or the Neutrals. Pilarcraft. The Universal Union of Panhumanity. The Interstellar Federation. Certainly, it was an interesting roster. In space, a noticeable battle was between the main contenders: the Imperial Federation and the Cybertronian Empire. Their warships collided with one another and searing-hot plasma blasts rocketed from one warship to another. From what Mindwipe could see, both sides suffered from theses attacks and many warships were outright destroyed.

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ANIMATROS, UNKNOWN ISLAND
On an unknown island, inside an underground laboratory, a purple cycloid being worked on his latest project: . Beside him was Ripclaw, who guarded her master like it was her own offspring, and Skrapnel. Grimwing and Blackbeak were out scouting for new Decepticons to capture and take back to the laboratory

That same purple cycloid being deactivated the machinery, and the lights surrounding him activated, revealing his full figure.

Shockwave.

Shockwave was thought to have died after Dragotron had him thrown to his death in his palace back on Eukaris. It seemed he had survived after all. He turned to Ripclaw.

"Ripclaw, for the good of the Proto-Races, I need you to track down Grimwing and Blackbeak and retrieve any candidates they find," Shockwave ordered.

"Yes, master." Ripclaw then transformed and flew out of the laboratory and began to scan for Grimwing and Blackbeak. Shockwave would then turn back to his experiments.

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[The United Artherian Federation]

The Admirals Quarters

"Sir. It seems we've arrived during the battle."
"Well, we can't let them have all the fun, can we?"
"No sir. Shall I scramble the fighters?"
"You know it."
The Admiral looked outside the window as the rest of the fleet arrived. Huge, Urban-Class Super Star Destroyers came out of hyperspace and immediately got into battle formation.
"All ships, fire at will." One at a time they responded.
"Aye."
"Aye."
"Aye."
The Admiral then have the order to launch the EMPs. He was going to have some fun with the Tyrants navy. The Admiral was surprised as he saw the larger enemy ships start dropping like flies. "Oi. What about the colony mate?" Said the Admrials assistant.
"Your right! We wouldn't want to leave them out would we? So, what do we do? Launch the frigates and begin the orbital bombardment."
"Yessir."

[New Doobengert]

Doobenia
Grand Planning Room
"So, Generals, The Cybertronian Empire has come to me with a proposition" Said Asheyin the 2nd, sounding as official as she possibly could although for a moment when she received the message she felt would she could only describe as fear.
"And your ruling, Grand General?" Asked Go'norak, one of the rare military officials who had reached a high enough rank to have a true name, and an alien none the less.
"We will join them. They offer land and power, in exchange for help we would probably end up supplying either way."
"And what of their opinions on organic life?" asked General A154
Asheyin II paused for a moment before speaking again "Inorganic life has always been more efficient, as you know well Go'norak. Our next step into the stars should come with progress- and that must come with a cost, as all things do."
"So should I order A10 to enter Animatros and send a message of peace?"
"Go ahead."

The Outskirts of Animatros
Ashenfoot quickly typed New Doobengert's official response to the Cybertronian Empire, fearing this may cost him his life if he was not careful.

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To: Mindwipe
I speak for Asheyin II, and currently for all of New Doobengert. We accept this offer of land in exchange for assistance.
My personal ship will be landing soon, after which you can expect at least 3 S-class Warships to come in to assist with any opposing forces.
From: A10, otherwise known as Ashenfoot

Ashenfoot sighed in relief, hoping his message would get through properly then turned off his ship's cloaking and approached the atmosphere of Animatros.

[Grand Celestial Domain]

Mobile Moon Capitol
Celestial Summit
In a conference room, dozens of ministers of the highest ranking bureaucracy of the Grand Celestial Domain sat down. On the opposite side, their counterparts of the army's High Command also sat down. In front of a round table where they stood was a small doll-like figure which was actually central to the meeting as she had a powerful say and the weight of an entire galactic arm on herself, silently listening to two sometimes rival components of her own Empire. The Empress, Yué XII, looked on.

An elderly bureaucrat was the first to speak; "Our Empire has remained in peaceful isolation for hundreds of years. Why should it change now?"

Lord General Raberto Hēi retorted, "Precisely because we desire long-term peace. That galaxy is far more populated, but there is a conflict going on between organics and inorganics. I'm not saying that all cybernetic lifeforms are hostile, but the ones in that galaxy are- they could spread here! Our participation will ensure we will have long-term peace if a preventative action is taking."

After some mumbling, the Heavenly Imperial Ruling Council's speaker ,Yù Sanche, announced "Our dimension hasn't been found. We can continue to build up our strength here. Our participation will reveal us to hostile powers, as the Imperial High Command seems obsessed with doing."

An admiral replied, "You are implying you certainly seem to know we haven't been found. Even if it's true, our energy emissions won't stay hidden forever."

The Empress raised her hand, and the dozens of high ranking officials became silent though she broke the silence: "For over 600 years I've reigned in peace -that is if pacification campaigns don't count- though it is clear this conflict is not of a small scale. I worry very much for our wellbeing. However, I am also confident in our forces. To maintain mutual satisfaction and to quell the bickering within I propose we send our support to the Imperial Federation, if at first like a probe...to inquire if we can invest more in our preventative means later on. So first things are first, I want to send formal military attaches to the Imperial Federation and at the digression of you gentlemen, I want low-key support for now. Choose your candidates for this task and proceed with diplomatic formalities. We'll enter this Imperial-Cybertronian War. "

[Baileyi-Lycionia]

Procyon III, Commonwealth Capital.
President's Quarters
"How's the Fleet looking, Commander"?
President Q'sari spoke into one of the ubiquitous holographic screens in her office with a projection of Commander Zaphnanth upon it.

"Everything is coming as expected, and in order. Fleet numbers are already 68% higher than pre-Command numbers, as our dockyards have tripled in numbers. Due to the safe positions of our 14 Prime Systems, we have placed much of our production capacity within these areas, the highest concentrations are in Procyon due to it's heavily defended nature. The Dreadnoughts, Heavy Cruisers, and Heavy Destroyers are already in full production as per your orders, and collectively compose of 15% of our Fleet Numbers and 30% of our Estimated Fleet Firepower. The Automation of our Pilot Systems are coming along nicely, as recent tests have proven that the Starfighter AI is just as effective as our Ace Pilots. We can transfer much of our manpower to On-Planet defences at this point. Defensive lines along the Rimworlds are at 80% Capacity, as they are awaiting the arrive of newly produced ships and the construction of Minefields along these lines. Everything is looking Green, President, and coming along faster than expected."

"Very Good, Supreme Commander. In the meanwhile, I would like to gain some valuable Intel on the current battle of the war, to investigate what our opponents may be. Mark Several Frigates and a Destroyer with Cloak Systems to Animatros, which is a couple thousand light years away. Use a Quantum Uplink to transmit data Live to HQ, and equip the crew with man-to-man and man-to-ship weaponry in the event there is a landing on our ships. Keep this mission out of public eyes, alright? We don't need to look like we're involved just yet, especially in a conflict of this magnitude. Got it?"

"Yes, Mrs. President. The Task Force will be prepared to be sent in 10 Minutes. Signing off."

The Screen would blink out.

---

Four Ships, the previously mentioned Destroyer and Frigates, enter Quantum Gate Travel the outer edges of Animatros. The trip is short, Quantum Gate Travel connecting an area in Procyon to the System Animatros resides in alike to a wormhole, taking only roughly 5 minutes. In this time, these four ships activate their Cloaking Systems, masking their Electromagnetic Signatures to any other ship sensors. They travel to a decent observational distance of the planet, around the same distance the Moon is to Earth, and begin taking observations on the opposing fleets in combat. Individual Ship Signatures are extremely high, allowing for the assumption that this is a pivotal battle in the War. New Signatures are occasionally picked up, suggesting that forces are still arriving the the Battle scene. Life Scans suggest that the conflict is over Organics vs Inorganics, rather worrying due to the current situation in the Commonwealth. Quantum Transmission Messages are sent back to the Commonwealth Fleet HQ.

Animatros is currently in the heat of a massive battle, ship numbers are approaching the tens of thousands and there are occasional new arrivals. The War is between Organics and Inorganics, and between the Factions of The Imperial Federation and Cybertronian Empire as known by all. This Conflict likely spans farther than the neighbouring systems of Animatros, and every participant must be in a state of total war. Techn ology ranges from Early Interstellar Travel to our Stage of Technological Progress. Ships vary in size from a Star Fighter to Asteroid Sized. Updates will Follow Soon, Task Force 866 Out.

[Hiachijan]

Inzitcha, Tchinoma's Equator
International Conference Room, Advent Citadel

The conference table was surrounded. Around it sat the Domini who represented the many Ythigen nations on Tchinoma, a male and female leader for each. Consess Aiatli'vy-Jenth was among them. The room itself was dimly lit by a few ceiling lights; the lack of windows saw little sunlight escaping inside. It mattered little, Ythigen were nocturnal, anyways. Dotting the entrances stood stoic bodyguards, decked in perhaps several layers of body armor.

For a while, there was an awkward silence between the political figures, until Dominus Krati'hul-Nith spoke up to discuss his plan.

"Sisters. Brothers. We are summoned here to discuss an intergalactic matter. One that involves other species."

Briefly, murmurs of uncertainty arose, but died down quickly. Krati had slid a holopad across the table, showing the possible options for Ythigen war involvement.

"I have made a list of some of the best options," he spoke. "Two empires at war, both with some of the greatest powers in the galaxy. Either victor will probably strike us if we remain neutral. We have been called to vote on the manner. As is tradition, the Consess will refrain from voting." Aiatli nodded as Krati continued.

"Read, then vote," he said simply.

[Tundra Terra]

9nth War Host
Commander Irithaki

Scouts had reported correctly: Animatros or Kyjek to the Tundrans had become a fulcrum of chaos. Taking the spirit of caution, Irithaki ordered his men to drop early to give time for his fleet to hide them themselves and position outside of the fighting. The options involved were all good, but Tundrans are heavily adept in ground combat. Not to mention adherence to the S.M.S. Code for millennium had made them strong, but for this battle Irithaki chose more along the Survival path rather than his Warmonger's preference of Self-Sufficiency. As an Ashborn Commander his duty was to ride this system and move on.

"ALL TROOPS BEGIN A TWO PRONGED ATTACK ON SPACE AND THE DIRT!!! GROUPS ONE TO THIRTY FIVE ENGAGE GROUND FORCES WHILE GROUPS THIRTY SIX TO SEVEN ZERO ENGAGE THE BOTS!!! FIVE FORTNIGHTS OF SPOILS AND DRINKS TO THE CREWS THAT SLAUGHTER THE MOST!!!
FOR WAR IS ETERNAL!!!" the answering drums, bestial chants, and sinister applause told him that his forces have been ready for some time.

Taking no time at all he immediately sent a message to the Federation Commander and to Victor:

To the illustrious bloodbag Victor,
We have answered your call to arms and are sending troops far more veteran than any you could possess to reinforce you. They will open a separate beachhead and begin our hunts. These pathetic machines should provide us enough entertainment until you decide to meet us at these coordinates. Also remember your promise of our shares when we divvy up the loot.
Ravaging populations,
Irithaki

To the rotgut Rug Commander,
Answering the call to arms our fleet will begin rotationary assaults upon the main body and outlying fleets to lower the pressure on you. Also dont fret when you discover landmines or sudden turrets in their ranks...i assure you it wasnt theirs beforehand. I recommend you pull back these units so we can double envelop this flank. If you have too much losses pull back to these coordinates and our armor can bolster you.

Earn your scars pup,
Irithaki

[Gagium]

Orbit around Gagium
By now, the Colonization Fleet has jumped from the various planets they came from to Gagium, where invasion fleets ceremonially began their voyage to their targets. Admiral Haass was on a small shuttle, heading for the supercarrier Nijidam, the selected flagship of the fleet. He watched as the shuttle began to turn towards the open hangar of the supercarrier. Rarely do high-ranked officers like him take command of fleets the size of the Colonization fleet, but this was a special occasion. As the shuttle entered the vessel, the massive doors began to close, and large tubes opened up, pressurizing the hangar. When this was all done, Richard Haass departed his cabin and moved towards the metal door of the shuttle, which opened as he approached it. Awaiting him were a decent amount of ship officers, fighter pilots, and soldiers. He greeted them and continued on his way, towards the bridge.

He walked swiftly through the metal hallways of the supercarrier. He knew the walk would take some time, as the only open hanger was around 1600 meters from the bridge, so he stopped by the ship's cafeteria, where hundreds of sailors and officers were eating breakfast. He grabbed a tray, just like any other soldier did, and walked over to the rows of automated food machines. After he put in his order, he sat down and hastily began eating. However, he was interrupted as Admiral Hugo Schiele, previous commander of the vessel and temporary commander of the fleet, walked over to meet him.

"Welcome to the Nijidam, Admiral." he greeted Haass. Admiral Haass replied, "It's a pleasure to be onboard."

"After you finish breakfast, me and my officers will help you get to know the ship and how it works." he insisted. However, Admiral Haass answered, "I've commanded a supercarrier before. Technology can't have advanced that much since then, could it have?"

"Actually, you'd be surprised." Hugo said. "Since last year, our supercarriers have contained even more advanced AI, to the point where the ship's AI is nearly indistinguishable. But, I guess the way you command a ship is the same."

"Alright, thanks." Admiral Haass said, finishing his breakfast and leaving the table. He finished his walk to the bridge and, 30 minutes later, gave the order to begin the jump.

[-The Imperial Federation-]

The Sovereign God

The Imperial Forces would automatically making a massive gap into their defenses with it being 9000 kilometers long or little larger than that, this was not to give the rust buckets an advantage this was transmissions dancing in the Imperial Communications with everyone panicking and exited with the God, known as the Sovereign ingressing his holiness and unlimited wrath to turning the tide of this war for the Federation by this information coming from the Technopriests of the Sovereign Church.

He came.....unsurprising some destroyers were destroyed with accidentally crashing into the chassis of the machine entity, the size of this sentience was unspeakable with everything before him being only insects to his blessed grace, his appearance could make out to be a Guardian knight with his optics glowing crimson red though the visor and with a platted mask covering his intake.Two massive cannons fall down behind his head immediately preparing to destroy the entire Cybertronian forces in a blink of an eye, with a green glow coming off them.

[Torrocca]

Orbit of Magna Torrossiya
01-12-7592 ST
TSS Dawn Station

In the office of the General of the 1st Army, the aging, tiring General Sevestonikovich Vladimir Dmitritov, fifty two years of age, groaned in his mind as a new report appeared on his monitor, washing his rough face in a light blue, similar to his own eyes, that temporarily blinded the half-awake leader. He rubbed his eyes instinctively and harshly, bringing himself to normalcy within the minute, wherein he then began to read the document sent to him. It's boring, monotone intro and subsequently slow, dragging paragraphs began to dull his mind and he incoherently mumbled as if to follow along, until he found himself staring at one rather peculiar word that'd ensnared both his eyes and his mind: war.

"A war... interesting," he muttered in earnest, refocusing on the report entire. As he discovered, he was to have a meeting soon - in his own office, at that - with the top military and political minds of the Republic to discuss the finer details of their soon-to-be military campaign in secrecy. It wasn't something he was frankly looking forward to; his reassignment to the Dawn had dampened his capacity to lead after the many years he dutifully served aboard it. He sighed and leaned back in his desk chair, slipping one hand into a half-open cabinet to break out an old, aged bottle of fine whiskey and moving his free hand over to a small device. He set the bottle aside leaned forward, where he pressed a button on the machine and said into it, "Miss Zhannya? I just got your message. Are they here yet?"

"Yes, General, they're here. Shall I send them up now?" came a soft, delicate response shortly after. He always loved to hear her voice, among others, particularly because she was such a lovely person. Young, kind, and unquestionably - if a bit fanatically - loyal.

"Yes, please, and thank you."

After pouring some of the bottle into a small glass and icing it, the general leaned back, sipped some of the drink, and pressed his palm firmly against his forehead. "I can't believe we're going in to this shit," he said aloud to himself and himself alone. "How am I going to tell my wife? My kids? Damn the idiots that voted in favor of this!"

He spun around in his chair, orienting himself so he could face out the window of his office in the station. There, floating lazily outside were the industrial gray vessels and small crafts, stations, and satellites with red and white markings of half a hundred different designs and sizes that defined the military superiority of the Torrossiyans, all with their blinking lights of reds, greens, blues, golds and whites creating a beautiful show that contrasted the monotony of the black and white of space that was most oft seen. Among the hundreds or perhaps thousands of ships in his sight - he could never tell, there were always too many to count and never enough time, even for such a boring yet safe job - was the TSV Cosmos, the pride of the fleet. It was a capital ship designed for Admiral Petrov of the 1st Armada; the first of its kind, it carried hundreds of dropships, fighters, bombers, and drones, the renowned 93rd Legion (lovingly called "The Tins" due to the gray pattern on their armor) and an incredible host of weaponry - including it's massive forward beam cannon, a fearsome beast that could theoretically bisect entire fleets - intended to give it dominance over an entire system, with or without the support of another fleet. It'd primarily been used in its ten years of respected service to crush petty rebellions and conquer small systems of uprising species, but it'd proven its mettle to a degree. Vladimir suspected the Premier had a new test for it, and that was why it was there that day in particular.

Before he could dwell any further on his thoughts of the fleet he so loved, to his door came a sharp knock and the sound of it opening a half-second later. He turned in time to see Petrov - old as himself, with graying hair and a wrinkling, yet still strong body - as he figured, and half a dozen other figures of authority cross in to the room. To them he raised his glass and said with a smile, "gentlemen, ladies. Welcome."

"General Dmitritov," Petrov said, nodding his way. "You seem to've been enjoying yourself. We'll make this quick so you can have a day of rest."

"Right, of course. Would any of you care for a drink?"

"No, but thank you, General."

"Right then. Let's keep this brief; what's the plan, Admiral?"

"Well, as you know, we've recently discovered there to be a war going on between two titans of empires spanning this fair galaxy of ours. Machine against man, of course, but imperials on both sides. Premier Valetov, after bringing it to a vote, requested we strike out at both of them. Either one winning would terribly upset the balance of power and threaten us and all our peoples."

"Mmhmm."

"There is a third faction in all this mess, called the Liberators, who we'll unofficially fight alongside with. Now, our plan is simple, but it should catch our newfound enemies by surprise. We've concocted a deep strike strategy designed by joint committee with myself and your brilliant subordinate Yurov, among others, to sack the machines first. Without a doubt they appear to be the stronger of the two primary factions in this mess, according to the efforts of our scouts that made it home."

"Yurov helped on this plan? I wish I'd known."

"Your job here until today was more important, Vladimir. I'm sorry, but regardless, we're expecting a 95% chance at victory with this surprise attack. Our plan is to strike out at the homeworld of the machines, some place they call Animatros. The 1st Army and the 1st Armada will work hand in hand on this; we'll first make a jump through the warp that's calculated to land us within ten thousand miles of the planet, wherein we'll defeat any local forces with our superior ships then land the first army at key points all across the planet. If all goes according to plan, we'll send a ship back through the warp to announce our foothold and bring in reinforcements."

Vladimir paused for a moment, glancing down then back up at the Admiral. "This sounds like a hell of a gamble, Andrei," he stated honestly. "Are you sure we'll even have a fighting chance?"

"Yes, but we have to do this quickly and efficiently. We have the most elite legions and the most veteran ship crews available to the Republic, so it must be us that do this, Vlad. I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't believe you and your legions could tackle this. Now, I must go, but when you see Yurov tomorrow, he'll work out all the finer details for you on this before we jump through the warp."

The General took pause again, as if searching on his sleek white desk for the proper words to say to his friend, but, finding none, he merely looked up and said, "very well, Admiral Petrov. Have a good day."

"You as well, General Dmitritov," the Admiral replied, giving his friend a respecting nod and thus departing with himself and his silent entourage.

When he was sure they were gone, he slumped into his chair where he quickly downed what remained of his drink. "Son of a motherfucking bitch," he said, gritting his teeth and frowning immensely. He wiped away the bit of drink that clung to his well-groomed mustache, thinking to himself, "this is horrible. So close... and a fucking war breaks out. Just my luck." His mind raced with a million different thoughts and he was half sure his heart skipped half a dozen beats as he contemplated the near future; the stress was eating away at him. His eyes glanced back at the monitor of his computer, where he zeroed in on that one fateful word: war. He stared at it for what felt to him like an eternity but was more than likely all but a minute. His attention darted back to the device on his desk, and he simply couldn't take the stress any long. He slowly reached forward and tapped the button.

"Miss Zhannya? Could you meet me in my office?" he asked.

"Yes, General. Stress relief?" came her gentle reply.

"Yes... yes, stress relief. Do bring up some drinks, too."

"Right away, general."

Removing his finger from the key, he sighed once more, delicately placing a hand on his chest and spinning in his chair again. Out his window he went and stared, off into the great unknown void.

[The Imperial Regions of Commerce]

Pammant system, the Imperial Regions of Commerce

The Pammant system. An old Quarren industrial world, it had been transformed into a first rate shipyard of the Commercian Navy. Hundreds of warships were stationed above the world, and many more were being constructed. The planet had amassed a large fleet, formed after direct command from Chairman Raxus himself. The old man had been studying the conflict between the Cybertronians and the Imperial Federation, and had decided it was time for the IROC's response. A fleet consisting of 7 Munificent-class star frigates, 4 Recusant-class Destroyers, 5 Lucrehulk-class carriers, and one Resolute MK 2 battleship was docked at Pammant. The Resolute-class would be the command ship. Millions of droids were being loaded onto the warships, with every type of vehicle imaginable. MTTs, Spider walkers, Platoon Transports, AAT's, and even Defoliator tanks were loaded up. Squadrons of Vulture Droids and Tri-Fighters, as well as Hyena Bombers were shipped into the warships. And six battalions of elite Quarren soldiers boarded the ships as well. The Commercian military would let each race of its giant hegemony lead attacks and wars, and it was the Quarren's turn. The squid-like race had long been Separatists, and now they were one of the most wealthiest and powerful species. After the Aqualish species lead a fleet in destroying a slave revolt in the mid rim, the Quarren knew it was their turn and they were prepared.The fleet was refueled and the captains began setting up shop.

The Commercian Senate and the Federal Board had pledged their support to Cybertron in this war, seeing as they were a fellow Imperial Consortium member state. Propaganda spread like a wildfire and the Corporations milked the upcoming war. Artwork of Battle Droids blasting Federation troops were even on soft drink cups, and personal transportation pods (basically sic-fi cars) accompanying a squadron of Vulture Droids were featured on holo-tv ads. The Corporations had always monetized wars to the populace, and this was no different.

Free Dac Volunteers Engineering Corps Corporate block, Pammant system

The Free Dac Volunteers Engineering Corps, the Quarren shipbuilding corporation, corporately owned the Pammant system as well as any other Quarren planets. The Corporate Block, a large tower situated on an artificial planetary ring, served as the headquarters of the FDVEC on Pammant. In one of the winding hallways of the building, a young Quarren man named Pik Settes dodged businessmen left and right. In his hand he firmly held a holopad, as well as a cup of Brazzle Berry juice, courtesy of the Intergalactic Fruit Corporation. He fast walked to a large door at the end of a hallway. At the door stood two Quarren soldiers wielding large rifles. Pik fiddled around for his ID card and quickly showed it to one of the guards. The door opened automatically, and Settes rushed inside. He heard hysteric coughing and rambling. He entered the office of Thut Resser, the famous CEO of the FDVEC. Thut was old and decrepit, but he had sat on the board of the FDVEC during the Clone Wars, and had been a successful business man decades prior. His body was deteriorating, but his mind of a brutal businessman was sharp as ever. Pik looked around, and saw a purple heap coughing near a desk. He placed the mug on the desk as well as the holopad. The old Quarren looked up and coughed up a swarm of saliva onto Pik Settes's new robes. He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped himself off. Thut sat up, not after giving a cry of pain at moving his sore and worn out joints. He grabbed the mug, sipped it, then spit it out and threw the mug onto the floor. "Disgraceful! I do not drink such cheap beverages!" Pik looked down. Thut grabbed the holopad. It relayed images of the fleet. It was ready for combat. Pik spoke up. "Sir, the fleet is ready to jump and enter into battle. We just need your word." Thut slid the holopad across his cluttered desk after looking at it, which hit a miniature statue of Wat Tambor. "D-Deploy the fleet! Slaughter all the damn degenerates! The bloodier the better! The Quarren race is not to be trifled with!" He went into a rage of coughing. Pik thanked him, then departed the room. He saw Thut stand up and look out the massive window of the office, which offered a view directly observing the orbital shipyards. As he exited though the door, he saw a servant droid enter with a cleaning tool.

Bridge of the warship Tikkes

On the command bridge of the Resolute MK II-class Heavy Support Craft, a Super Tactical Droid sat in the command chair. He observed battle droids prep the ship's navigation monitors. The door opened, and a large, brooding Chistori and a few Quarren generals walked in. The Tactical droid immediately got out of the chair, and gestured to the Chistori to sit down. He was Chroeduat Banx, a former mercenary turned seasoned warrior and tactician. His voice was extremely low and booming, and he was very muscular and tall. The Quarren Generals sat at a table behind the command chair and navigation monitors, near a row of computers. They opened a bottle of wine and toasted to themselves. Chroeduat received word of Thut Resser's command, and boomed out, "Onward, to victory!" The droids gave a measly cheer, and the ship jumped into hyperspace, alongside the rest of the fleet. The ships would jump into Decepticon Space, and they radioed in their ally's ships.

[Eodor]

IESS Divine Retribution
Ritual Hold
Animatros Orbit

The dark room was permeated by the sounds of deep chanting, voices so graceful and beautiful yet powerful that the average human would go insane in seconds hearing it. This chanting was the language of the Ethereal Realm, the ritual speak of the Psionics of the Imperial Church.

These were no ordinary priests, they were Abbots of the Church, their psionic prowess unmatched by all but those who have wandered the Ethereal itself.

Their chanting was creating a psionic shield around then Imperial Fleet, warding against psychic attacks and amping up the shields on the Imperial ships.

Chronove
Location: Unknown

Deep inside the core of the Machine World, the long dormant Machine Consciences slowly awaken. Bathing the ancient machine armies in different hues of light.

A single mathematically perfect sphere rose from the metal ground, it's silvery hull glinting in the light of the dying sun. The sphere lifted off from the planet as if carried by an invisible being, before launching off to Animatros, warriors of the former Dauxite Assembly in tow.

Animatros

The surface was being gradually probed by Irenton Dropships, dropping beacons on areas of greater interest, where larger battalions would be sent to deal with any enemy troops or to establish anti air defences.

The Foot Soldiers may not be the most powerful soldiers, but with their advanced weaponry and mechanoid comrades, they would be atleast a major obstacle for any enemy troops that happened upon larger units.

[Gaozu]

The War Room (again), Jiangrao

Sun opened up the plans, one by one. Most of them involved a defensive formation around Gaozu, and many involved its neighbours - Korea, Japan and Russia - allies of Gaozu's on Earth. Sun's favourite plan, Plan C, involved hundreds of thousands of new androids being produced in the coming days thanks to a nationwide system of automated factories that had lain dormant for decades; waiting for war. He wanted to avoid hurting his population as much as possible, so wanted active conscription to be something put on the back shelf right up until an immediate invasion threat to the mainland of Gaozu itself.

Sun turned to one of his generals.

"Sir, how long do you think it would take to set up defences in orbit, and possibly on the Moon? That way, we can stop invasion forces from landing on the surface of the planet in the first place."

"Well, Mr. Prime Minister", said the general, "we estimate this could take up to two months. Bear in mind though, we do have a defensive stock of surface-to-air missiles and several thousand anti-air gun sites across the region. Landing anything here would sure be difficult."

[Constitutional Technocracy of Minecraft]

Meanwhile, like a snake slithering towards its victim, the CTM were preparing to strike out at the authoritarians that had oppressed the galaxy for far too long.

A fleet of electronic warfare craft, escorted by multiple robotic battleships, were currently warping towards their destination, roughly eleven light hours from Cybertron.

This fleet would, once it reached its destination, release billions of nanobots into the space surrounding Cybertron. Billions of nano-scale hackers.

These nanobots would eavesdrop on communications with military fleets for a few hours, gaining information on how to imitate Cybertronian military outposts and vehicles.

Once the fleet had warped back to Minecraftia and the nanobots had gathered the necessary information, they would all simultaneously broadcast signals imitating Cybertronian military units. The sheer load would overwhelm the Cybertronian high command and cripple their military capabilities. This would be the galaxy's first interstellar DDoS attack, if successful.

[-The Imperial Federation-]

The War Room (again), Jiangrao

Sun opened up the plans, one by one. Most of them involved a defensive formation around Gaozu, and many involved its neighbours - Korea, Japan and Russia - allies of Gaozu's on Earth. Sun's favourite plan, Plan C, involved hundreds of thousands of new androids being produced in the coming days thanks to a nationwide system of automated factories that had lain dormant for decades; waiting for war. He wanted to avoid hurting his population as much as possible, so wanted active conscription to be something put on the back shelf right up until an immediate invasion threat to the mainland of Gaozu itself.

Sun turned to one of his generals.

"Sir, how long do you think it would take to set up defences in orbit, and possibly on the Moon? That way, we can stop invasion forces from landing on the surface of the planet in the first place."

"Well, Mr. Prime Minister", said the general, "we estimate this could take up to two months. Bear in mind though, we do have a defensive stock of surface-to-air missiles and several thousand anti-air gun sites across the region. Landing anything here would sure be difficult."

Earth Space

The Mechano-Chancellor was aware of Imperial-Gaozuese relations being in the green, but this was a war and war allies become enemies.He made earliest of plans for a potential invasion of Gaozu’s Earth after that meeting of tea with the Prime Minister, an invasion force of 90 Star Dreadnoughts, 45 Heavy Destroyers, 56 Battlecruisers, 30 frigates with a 800 million of Sentinels capable of duplicating so unlike human troops, the loss of soldiers would be a minimum with the federal evolution program forcibly merging the population into machines as the age of the fleshings is over and the age of the Machine is upon them.

The fleet was operated by Hive-Admiral D-578 with his brain model in the core of the Legion flagship orchestrating commands a million per second to each android and technohumans with the invasion unit coming out of hyperspace near the planet of Mars, with the green-light in swing as dozens of sentinels buzzed out from the hangars in swarms towards the enemy’s homeworld with this being the sign of undeclared war against the Gaozuese.

Message to Terra Tundra

Understood, Commander.Animatros will fall quickly without delay with the ever esteemed Victor Vonstein joining you in the storm as he lays quietly in the jungles waiting for the right time to raise hell.

Love, The Mechano-Chancellor

Message to Prime Odos

Good to here there’s comrades in the solar system that wish to be remembered on the right side of history.We hope to see your soldiers side by side ours over the horizon of Animatros and the reaping of Cybertron.The Sovereign protects.

Fleet Admiral D-155.

Animatros

The Sovereign’s defense systems were stable with 890% power diverted to the force fields to lessen the damage upon his holy himself.The Metrotitans deployed in seven units of 200 to increase the firepower of the Imperial fleet teleporting to Cybertronian vessels, bursting throw their hulks and releasing a volley of lasers into the internal or having groups to physical tear the ships apart, they were right in enemy ships with metrotitans interior factories manufacturing drones and smaller bots to broad the enemy vessels and deter fire from aerial units.