The Cowboy Vs. The Samurai (IC)

by **The Hexagon Industries** » Wed Feb 21, 2018 3:40 am

"Sir, Mekishima isn't responding at all," the Cerberus spoke, frantically trying to ping the nation. "Should we move on?"

"No, contacting Mekishima is vital. Try again, do not cease until they do respond." The Cerberus nodded, before leaving.

"Sir, you might want to take a look at this," a second agent spoke, before sending a video feed to the Offizier's terminal.

It shows Fort Vegas currently engaged in long-ranged combat with an unknown enemy. Three men manned the cannons as they fired, while the fourth one manned the console, the camera taking a good look at his rank and name. He seemed unaware that the camera had begun live video feed, and was recording all of the action.

"Maintain fire on that dragon!" He yelled at the others, before entering a command on the console. "Plant the Zealot Wall Mainframe!"

The video feed continued to play, while the High Offizier had begun ordering the others to form ranks, arm themselves, and to prepare for warp.

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Outpost Mahal
Malay Peninsula
27% Completion

"Damn it, I hate this fucking jungle," a Knight Trojan groaned, before swinging her bayonet, cutting the thick foliage in front of her, clearing the path for the builders to continue fabricating the rest of the outpost. "Always these thick leaves, bugs, and flies, Zephos damn it."

"Oh, don't be a pussy." Her other squad member, a Phantom, chuckled.

While they conversed, the Mahal Central Warp Core began to activate, and soon, men began to pour out from the heart of the outpost.

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Code: Select all: ~ ~ ¤ ~ ~ To Amenria's Head of Command ~ ~ ¤ ~ ~ Greetings. Yes, we are aware of the dragon, yet, we don't exactly know it's offensive and defensive capabilities. Reports have shown heavy radiation emanating from the Americas, but we can't directly lock on the creature's location; too much disruption. We can't contact our men on the ground either, we're just hoping that they're still alive. We are confident that all of us have enough firepower to annihilate that dragon. However, if the creature is too powerful, we might have the technology to repel it's attacks and the power to damage it. If Amenria's military needs them, we may be able to supply your armies with our weapons and gear. By the power of the Void, and by the power of the Overseer, we shall prevail. Long Live the Alliance of Nations! Long Live Amenria! Long Live the Hexagon! ~ ~ ¤ ~ ~

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Code: Select all: ~ ~ ¤ ~ ~ STATUS REPORT ~ ~ ¤ ~ ~ Fort Vegas under attack. Armies mobilizing. Warheads primed. Agents readied. Prepare for war. Pacem per bello! Long Live the Hexagon! ~ ~ ¤ ~ ~

by **Novaya Equestria** » Wed Feb 21, 2018 4:06 am

Zulu Enclave wrote:
Novaya Equestria wrote:[/align]Near Pluto, Sol System

A Novayan naval group, composed of ships from the 3rd Novayan Naval Fleet and the 5th Novayan Naval Fleet, exited warp jump and gathered as the Novayan Expeditionary Force to Earth began to approach Earth, or Terra, the third planet of the Sol System. Under the command and supervision of Admiral and Grand Marshall Borealis Norsoutha, the Novayan Expeditionary Force to Earth is the result of the totalitarian Afrikaaner Ryk's anti pony crusades and atrocities, and the Afrikaaner Ryk will learn that the Novayan Confederation, being a part of the International Union of Armanya (obviously located in Armanya, the 3rd planet of the Luna System), will uphold the universal rights of all species.

Attention, all parties involved in this conflict. This is Grand Marshall Borealis Norsoutha, leader of the Novayan Confederation. Due to the atrocities that have been committed by the Afrikaaner Ryk and its totalitarianism been shown, the Novayan Confederation will join the fight but will ONLY TARGET the Afrikaaner Ryk, and that alone. We would appreciate all of you if you all do NOT target us while we are targetting the Afrikaaner Ryk, but if any of you are more than willing to step in our way, we will swipe any of you that stood in our way. The Novayan Confederation will be NEUTRAL to all of you, minus the Afrikaaner Ryk. Once the Afrikaaner RYk has been dealt with, we'll then proceed to observe the conflict. This message will repeat every FIVE seconds.

Lobamba, Swaziland, the Zulu Enclave
Meanwhile, in the Zulu Enclave, a message had recently arrived into the headquarters of the insurgency of the Zulu Enclave, where Felokwakhe iGambe and Zecora were laying down after overseeing a battle from far away. Hearing of a new comrade targeting the Ryk, their mortal enemies, the Zulus went over to the intercom in an attempt to communicate with the Novayans.

Dear otherwordly comrades:
We have intercepted a message on your personal attacks against the Ryk. As we are also mortal enemies of the South Africans, for they have oppressed my kind for many years, we would like to request a personal alliance. We have 850,000 men in our current protection, with 8% of that population being ethnic Pony diaspora as well. Your arrival in our front, helping us against a common goal to capitulate the Ryk to gain independence for Equestria, Mozambique, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Madagascar amongst others as well as the Eastern South African state of Zululand will benefit us both in the end.

In return for this, we will also grant you some land in south-western Cape in the peace deal and also get you aquainted with my secretary Zecora. Also, if we capture Pieter or his accomplices, we will hand them to you.

~Regards, Felokwakhe iGambe of the Zulu Enclave.

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You speak of the truth, Felokwakhe. Alright. I will agree to the alliance. We have military equipment ready to be given to you and your people, but this will require a group of 75 military advisors to train your forces in order for them to use our military equipment, so no offense. We will be arriving at Earth's orbit 5 hours from now. I'll also try to get everyone in the International Union of Armanya involved in this mess. And as for that battleship the Afrikaaner Ryk had acquired, it won't stand a chance against the expeditionary force's firepower. We're also bringing along ground forces for fighting the Afrikaaner Ryk and for aiding your troops in battle.

Now as for the peace deal, I will accept that, especially one involving granting us some land in southwestern Cape. But if some party tries to take over Earth, I'm more than happy to take you and those nations' peoples undr the Afrikaaner Ryk's oppression in. This is only hypothetical, just to reassure you.

by **Universal Union of Panhumanity** » Wed Feb 21, 2018 4:14 am

UIV Dawn Treader
High Earth Orbit
Sol System

The presence of the stealth ship had seemingly gone unnoticed, allowing it to observe the situation without any interruption. Its attention was soon drawn to a small region on the North American west coast, as its sensors suddenly detected a massive spike in ionising radiation, an event that could not be natural in origin. Zooming in on the source of the flare with its incredibly potent optical telescopes, the Mind of the Dawn beheld what could only be described as a monster. It was a towering reptilian beast of great size, and the Archailect swiftly observed that the creature was exhibiting anomalous capabilities, a factor that immediately caught the attention of all the Minds in the 13th Fleet observing the proceedings. After all, the anomalous was their business.

Suddenly, the monstrous, kaiju-esque entity appeared to fall apart, rapidly turning to dust. The more esoteric sensors wielded by the stealth ship detected a seemingly unnatural and paranormal force that appeared to be behind this transformation, and a further zoom revealed that the creature had not in fact been destroyed, but had instead broken down into numerous smaller entities, seemingly mechanical in nature, which rapidly began to spread out.

"Admiral, this appears to be the beginning of some sort of paranatural Von Neumann infestation." began the Whisper. "Should we wish to contain or neutralise this threat, we must act quickly. Every second we waste, it spreads further."

"I can see that." came the reply. "This sort of thing could potentially devour the entire planet. Still, intervening would be against protocol for this assignment..."

"This... thing, it started out as that dragon-creature. Should it consume this Earth, who knows what it could become next? The time to act is now. It is and always has been the duty of the Psychotronics Division to combat paranatural threats to socialism, both actual and potential. Failing to intervene would be against our very mandate."

"You make an excellent point comrade. This thing is too dangerous, while one of the others present may have some way of fighting this infection, we cannot take the risk that they do not. Ugh, I am going to have to explain all this to the Director later... Very well, I shall order the Dawn to fire a Dimension Warhead at the target. That should deal with it quite nicely."

"What about the forces of the other nations present at the site?" inquired the Whisper.

"We cannot risk dispensing a warning, the swarm might intercept it and attempt to flee the area. They'll have to fend for themselves."

Upon receiving its new order, the Dawn Treader momentarily dropped its stealth fields, and launched what externally resembled a standard Union planetary bombardment missile. But this weapon contained no ordinary monopole-enhanced thermonuclear warhead, nor even something as exotic as antimatter or neutronium. No, this warhead was a Dimension Bomb, an incredibly powerful (and expensive) weapon based on the same technology as the Union Hyperdrive. Upon detonation, it would alter the dimensionality of spacetime, but unlike the Hyperdrive, which expanded a combination of the extra dimensions rolled up at the Planck length to allow for superluminal travel, the bomb instead inverted this process, rolling up the four ordinary spacetime dimensions, collapsing them down to the Planck scale and thus utterly obliterating everything within the affected volume. This effect lastly for but a few nanoseconds, the collapsed dimensions expanding once again after the warhead destroys itself, but everything that occupied the region would be annihilated, never to return.

The missile containing this incredibly advanced spacetime weapon began to enter the atmosphere, protected from the deadly effects of reentry by extremely potent heat shields as its fusion rocket propelled it towards its target. Its radius of effect had been set to ten kilometres prior to launch, based on current observations it had been estimated that this would be sufficient to sterilise the region of the virulent machines. It remained to be seen whether or not this prediction would be proven correct.

by **Ella2 6** » Wed Feb 21, 2018 5:13 am

Vice Admiral Hawkeye
ESS Relentless
Orbit of Terra, Sol

With a great ripple in space-time, a modest fleet of medium-small vessels exited their warp bubbles and entered the orbit of Earth. With a series of small correctional thrusts, the vessels angled themselves in a decaying orbit around Terra with the intention of using atmospheric drag to save fuel during the descent. As they gradually reduced altitude, the lead ship of the small fleet hailed the Relentless.

"Commander... Captain... Sir... Ma'am..." The Miner stuttered uncertainly, two extended fingers to his brow in a salute. He was half sure he did it wrong, but he wasn't aware there was any specific way one was meant to do it. The clone Vice Admiral returned the gesture. "Our ships are heading down for the surface. Is it safe?"

"Mostly, yes," Hawkeye told him, "I'll provide you with fighters and light cruiser escort." She paused slightly. "Just be quick about it? There's this massive ship with a giant laser that's trying to vapourise our fleet."

"We'll try to be as quick as we can," he agreed, "But you must understand Sir... Uh... Madam... We can only pump water so fast."

"Don't make us wait too long," Hawkeye warned before cutting the communications channel.

The small fleet of tankers proceeded to land in the regions near the North pole, where the water was fresher and there were less filtering and processing to do. A rather large escort made up of several wings of starfighters and half a dozen Lucky class light cruisers accompanied the mining fleet to the surface. The as the mining vessels reached the poles, they proceeded to land in the icy waters and begin extending retractable pipes out in all directions to begin the process of filling their tanks with fresh water.

"Mind them pipes, lads," the miner captain called cheerfully, "there's fish in these waters!"

by **Greater South** » Wed Feb 21, 2018 6:47 am

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As the onslaught of metal insects engulfed Sanpedoro and the areas surrounding it, not leaving anything to it, the Southern forces in Task Force 2 were forced to retreat, but not before attempting to do some damage to the Cybertronians and whacking at the onlsaught of bugs.

Luckily, the Engineer was assigned a new codec, some inbuilt blueprints, for his 'bailout teleporter', a giant teleporter that would arrive back in a selected base in Rio Grande. The team, somehow outrunning the bugs, ran towards the teleporter for safety, still behind a building with a now closed window. The Engineer packed up his half-eaten sentry and rushed to the Teleporter, followed by the Heavy, Medic, Demoman, Soldier and Pyro. The Sniper bailed out through a cliff at the end of the jungle he was perched on.

Engineer sighed and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Whew... Is everyone here? Sniper's jumped it, I've heard from the intercom. Heavy's here, Soldier's here... Scout?" Engineer suddenly stuttered. W-w-where's Scout?" Suddenly he heard a large thud come from the window.

"GUYS! GUYS, LET ME IN! THIS ISN'T FUNNY, GODDAMNIT, THESE BUGS ARE FRICKIN' TEARIN' ME APART! AGH!" Scout screamed. With everyone in shock and concern of their now one-legged comrade, especially Medic, the Pyro suddenly turned around and rushed out the door with his flamethrower, spraying everyone and everything with his flamethrower, then throwing it into where the giant Builders were before the bugs attempted to tear it up, resulting in the gas exploding into a fireball. Pyro then picked up Scout and rushed him into the door before closing it shut. The teleporter slowly but surely went charging.

The door wasn't going to hold for much longer. Even though it was reinforced with military-grade steel, the Vltra-Scarplets were chewing away at it like piranhas on a coconut husk. The teleporter was finally finished and the Pyro hopped on.

It was still in prototype mode, however; only being able to hold 7 men. The crew found out about this when a display came up with an error concerning heavy mass. the Medic staggered back in shock, whilst the Soldier attempted to make out the words due to his illiteracy. The Engineer looked on in a log that popped up next to the error popup.

"Well, boys... At least we're going to go together... and to think mah dad's gonna be alone after this..." Engineer said, taking off his hard hat and laying down, sobbing to himself. The Heavy had also grabbed his shotgun to prepare for suicide, and even Scout, the cockiest of them all, was sitting down on the teleporter, collapsed and expressionless as if he lost all hope. Then, in a selfless act, Pyro got off, picking up a canister of gasoline and its matches it keeps with it to keep itself entertained.

Engineer suddenly raised his head, and saw Pyro at the end of the teleporter staring at the team blankly. It them kicked a button on the side, and the rotors on the machine started spinning, releasing hot steam through the chimney. The entire team displayed expressions of pure shock and concern, with Scout crawling and waving as well as the other team looking around them as the teleporter started to activate, with the Pyro picking up a device with a button on it.

Engineer reached his hand out to Pyro, turning around. He knew the device only had time to be activated once before the Scarplets would devour it. "Pyro! What are y'all doin'!?" the Engineer called out. "Come on, buddy, we can't have the team without you, firebug!" He shouted whilst holding back more tears.

The Pyro responded by turning around at the back of the door, which was near giving way to the creatures. It removed its' mask, revealing to be an extremely young-looking girl. Infact, judging by her initial facial appearance, she could only have been between 7 and 13 years old. This left the rest of the team completely devoid of words, and mouths even more agape, with Demoman creepily smiling as well. The Scout had a brief smirk before looking at everyone else and having a guilty look again.

"Thank you all for being my friends all these years." the Pyro said. "It was really fun having all these happy adventures through the years!" She turned to the door with the lid of the can now open, and her thumb hovering over the button. "Maybe sometime later after I finish playing with these cute little forest animals, I'll wake up back in Pyroland and see you guys! And we can continue spreading happiness all over the world like we used to!" She said, still keeping her innocence as if she didn't even know what was happening. She then pressed the button as the door finally caved in and the Scarplets surrounded her like a dust storm, chewing her up in mere seconds after the task force finally teleported away, with a faint "No... Pyro..." echoing in the Engineer's voice as the bugs salvaged everything else.

Rio Grande, Texas, Mekishiman-occupied South
The rest of the team, collapsed after those events of seeing the real Pyro, having her die and all, finally stepped out of their old teleporter. They looked around to see, for some reason, everything had collapsed or was ransacked. But, infact, it wasn't these bugs that did it...

...They stepped outside to see a group of Mekishiman samurai, along with some Amenrian troops and Afrikaans voluntaries patrolling the zone around the area.

They've finally done it, the team thought as their mind went to a near broken state slowly. The Mekishimans are going to triumph.

The war is lost.

by **Cruciland** » Wed Feb 21, 2018 1:33 pm

Planet Earth, Sonoran Desert
Below the three fighters, a storm of explosive ordnance had sent the space kraken's bomber flying far enough for the heavy machine guns to engage without catching it in the blast radius. If the kraken had any plans of avenging that, at least the fighters would not find themselves targeted. Unfortunately, the attacks launched against the great dragon had simply caused it to disperse into myriad robotic creatures, each one tailor-made for the purpose of consuming flesh, metal, or the very planet itself. And true to their purpose, they had begun to consume everything around them. The Greater South's Task Force 2 had pulled out of the battlefield. The kraken's bomber was also trying to get some distance between itself and the Scraplet swarm. The Sterkistani and Decepticons were being swarmed by voracious "Hunter Scraplets." It was a tide of small metal targets, perfect for a saturation bombardment. Yet, just as the fighters were clear to engage the swarm, another dormant party had decided to act. A starship belonging to the Universal Union of Panhumanity fired a missile, which streaked by the circling fighters and caused a perfect ten-kilometer sphere to implode. The fabric of space shrunk down to a single point, and almost instantaneously reverted back to its original state. In its place, only a giant crater was left in the ground.

The fighters watched carefully for any further signs of hostile activity, graviton HMGs ready to deploy at a second's notice...

Planet Earth, Adriatic Sea
With the grand majority of the Crucilandian task group keeping an eye on the Equestrislavian front, it was not exactly practical to take pot-shots at targets more than a fifth of the way around the circumference of the Earth... not without significant collateral damage, at any rate. As they waited for the Commercian army to start their advance toward the mainland's shores, however, another problem had cropped up. Another starfleet had appeared, belonging to the same faction as the ESS Relentless. These ships were not outfitted for full-scale combat, however; they were outfitted for mining operations. Extrasensory data poured into the collective minds of Naval Task Group 3B-2A-4, highlighting that the Ellians had finally begun to directly threaten the Earth's denizens; where once they fought for control of Earth's water, now they were trying to extract it away from enemy lines! "טאט-אדון, הביוספרה תהיה ליד דלת המוות אם לא נתערב מיד!" a Meal-Tzal'van exclaimed. "אם אנו עוסקים הכורים, עם זאת, אנו לעורר התקפה של צי חסר רחמים צי פגיון!" another Meal-Tzal'van pointed out. "סלוויה רכיבה אינו דורש את רוב כלי שלנו להפציץ. אנחנו יכולים להשאיר יחידת משימה כאן כדי לספק כיסוי מסלולית בעוד כולנו מתמקדים האיום הגדול ביותר על האינטרסים שלנו," Tat-Adon Hayes countered. "למהר! אנחנו צריכים את הכורים האלה מנותקים לפני שהם יכולים לפגוע בנכסים הנתבעים של הקונסורציום!"

The task group divided itself into two units- a major unit and a minor unit. The major unit, designated Task Unit 3B-2A-4A, would deal with the Ellians. The minor unit, designated Task Unit 3B-2A-4B, would remain on standby to support the Imperial Regions of Commerce once they began their advance.

Planet Earth, Arctic Circle
An instant later, the majority of the Crucilandian task force appeared high above the Arctic Ocean, looking down at the mining fleet and their escort from the exosphere. In an effort to find a clear trajectory path for every one of the mining vessels, the fleet had positioned themselves at a high-enough firing angle to hit anything in the Arctic Circle. A myriad of pipes could be detected beneath the ocean's waves, ready to suck away the pristine waters of the Arctic- it was do or die for the organic inhabitants of the Earth, now. Preliminary scan data had already provided them information of their query's absolute locations, and the collective of naval vessels had already decided on their targets. The major task unit's larger vessels immediately diverted all power from their thrusters to their weapons, ready to extirpate the mining operation in one fell swoop. The manned craft and drones went from a 50-50 split between shields and propulsion to a 33-33-33 split between shields, propulsion, and weapons; they needed to be nimble to avoid absorbing the full brunt of the escort's return fire. Although no exact ORBAT was given for the number of mining vessels to be found in the Ellians' fleet, it was nevertheless certain that the Crucilandians- thanks to their military design philosophy- had more than enough turrets and bays for a simultaneous takedown.

And so, Task Unit 3B-2A-4A opened fire on the Ellian mining fleet.

In the time it took to grab a handful of popcorn and cram it into one's mouth, the naval task unit had warped above the Ellians, deployed their weapons, and fired a concentrated salvo at their mining vessels. Totach-Kadur drones banded together and concentrated their anti-material lasers on various vessels, using their combined power to bore their way into the ships. Sh'liyshiyah fighters gushed lances of blinding quark-gluon plasma into them, seeking to penetrate their defenses and destroy them down to their cores. Heres bombers stuck with their quartets of electrogravitational rail-cannons, not wanting to risk devastating the planet if the mining vessels didn't absorb the brunt of their ordnance before turning into confetti. M'arbolet gunboats broadsided them with a relativistically-fast rain of electromagnetic energy blasts and quark-gluon plasma bolts, attempting to destroy their shields and equipment immediately before ripping them apart with the force of a dozen asteroid strikes. The Tziyk'lon gunships added to the gunboats' hail of electromagnetic and ultrathermal artillery fire, with the addition of beams of electrostatically-guided lightning which combined the best of both worlds, hitting with apocalyptic force for whichever vessels they landed on. The Sinah destroyers streaked beams of searing, penetrating light down onto them, followed closely behind by a tremulous downpour of electromagnetic and plasma bolts. The Mjolnirs and Bramanda Astras refrained from using their main weapons for the same reason as the bombers, instead contributing to the destroyers' storm of relativistic projectiles with a searing volley of high-powered lasers and quark-gluon plasma. Finally, the Tok'fanut cruiser leading the task unit unleashed a truly monstrous salvo of protoelectric beams, heavy laser beams, and lightning beams in a bid to instantaneously vaporize its designated targets.

All around the Northern hemisphere, record-breaking tsunamis were beginning to form, heralding Cruciland's entrance into the fray.

by **Legion Fleet** » Wed Feb 21, 2018 1:52 pm

Fort Reaper Processing Plant
It had been a week since the BPP (Biological Processing Plant) had finally been built. They had scanned over 10,000 lifeforms so far and finally had produced the first Infiltrator.
An Infiltrator was the Legion Fleet Biological Division's largest project so far. An Infiltrator was a biological lifeform genetically enhanced to provide better vision, durability, strength, and speed. It had a little nanochip in its brain that allowed the Legion soldier to transfer its programming into the nanochip and allow it to control the body. The first one looked like a white male around 30 years old with grey eyes and brown hair. This Infiltrator was going to head to the HIVE. It was time for the next stage to begin.

by **The Hexagon Industries** » Wed Feb 21, 2018 3:43 pm

Outpost Orbis
Krasnoyarsk Krai, Russia
84% completion

The outpost of Orbis sat quietly in the midst of a large snowstorm, it's kinetic dome barely visible in the raging blizzard. The three agents inside were unaffected, the dome keeping out the strong winds, although, the steep decrease in temperature could be felt.

The Outpost was nearly complete, the only things remaining was the armory, the medical bay, and the basic tactical command and control center. The agents stayed inside the heated buildings, sitting beside the pod's console, waiting for their next objective to come.

"Hey, Paul." The drowsy agent's head suddenly shot up, looking at the Cardinal who spoke to him. "Want a coffee?" The Cardinal asked, before offering him a cup.

"Eh, no thanks. Pass it to Frank," he replied, before leaning back down on the wall, arms crossed.

The Cardinal then turned to Frank, another agent, sleeping on a row of chairs, stationed close to the pod. He looked back at Paul, asking, "You sure?"

Answering with a nod, Paul then went back and tried to sleep. The Cardinal shrugged, and walked to the sleeping agent. As he was about to ask him, the Cardinal had soon noticed the pod's terminal flash repeatedly. Putting the coffee down beside the agent, he went to the console, and viewed the warning.

"Shit!" the Cardinal cursed, surprising the sleeping agent, causing him to knock the coffee off the seat, spilling them on the floor.

"What the- what the hell, man?!" Frank spoke, looking at the spilt coffee on the floor.

Paul groaned, before heading out. "I'm getting a mop."

"Multiple ships detected north of here, stationed in the Arctic Circle. They seem to be...gathering water?"

...

"They must be the Reckoner fleet the High Offizier warned us about," Paul spoke, entering the room.

"What do we do?" Frank asked.

"Head to the LRA cannons, I'll fortify the kinetic shielding," the Cardinal ordered.

The two agents, Frank and Paul, went for the LRA cannons which were stationed on top of the thirty meter walls that had surrounded the outpost. After making the climb, the two then manned the cannons, aiming directly towards the landed ships.

"Increase power output to 800%, perform burst fire on the ships, loop the command. We'll move on to the Swarmer Missile Pods next," Paul spoke, before locking the cannons on the main ship's current location.

"Alright, then..." Frank spoke, before turning a key.

"Firing."

The cannons above them began to shake as beam after beam fired in a rate, more than twenty times faster than of Vegas' LRA fire rate. The duo then headed off to another section of the wall, and stationed themselves in the Missile Pod's control center. "Head for the other ships, as soon as a missile is ready to fire, fire it immediately."

As the blizzard eventually subsided, the outpost came to view, it's bright blue dome glowing ever so brightly, visible as the sun eventually lowered down into the skies.

Missiles and beams continued to fire from the outpost, headed for the Reckoner's mining vessels.

Unbeknownst to the three men present, the outpost's main warp pad began to activate as well, expecting a transfer from the ships above.

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Code: Select all: ~ ~ ¤ ~ ~ STATUS REPORT ~ ~ ¤ ~ ~ Reckoner fleet detected in Northern Hemisphere. The Orbis outpost is currently dealing with them right now, hopefully. A number of - 750,000 - agents in total have been deployed on the ground. Vonstein has turned into a mechanical beast of some sorts, we'll need more Knight Trojans after this. Reinforcements requested. ~ ~ ¤ ~ ~

by **Sterkistan** » Wed Feb 21, 2018 4:02 pm

Sterkian Navy | Londo Bell | Captain Noa Bright
Earth Territory | Milky Way Galaxy

The Mobile Suits picked up the bomb as it was entering the atmosphere, thanks in part to the fleet having it streak right past them.

Any fast mobile suits grabbed a slow one, and they took off. They didn't know what kind of bomb it was, but if it was being launched from high-orbit they'd want to scram... fast.

Two ReZEL's came to the Guncannon at the Decepticon position. Offering a hand to one of the slower Decepticons to get out of dodge. Before they scrammed, cracking speeds of up to mach 1-2, the pilots purposely straining themselves to save those they were carrying.

They flew constant for almost a minute, getting to approximately 20 km out from the combat zone before turning and planting themselves to prepare for the blast.

Not all the Mobile Suits were that lucky though, 4 of them either too damaged to be retrieved or simply not being fast enough.

by **The Alternian Imperium** » Wed Feb 21, 2018 4:38 pm

Moving about the stratosphere, approaching around Arctic Circle
Ralmov Torwin, newly appointed Commander of former Alymit Fleet, Great Heart of Alternia.

With the heat having been slowly lifted from the Cybertronians and Crucil fleets, the Alternian sensors and view from all the way atop the Earth had given them insight in the newer members into the conflict. But what still intrigued Mr. Torwin would have to be the Sterkian Naval Forces: much more different in design, but nonetheless, those were also mobile suits in their use. A nice thing to see, but what wasn't? Aiding ones whom came to destroy the planet. So thus, Torwin needed to speak to whomever was sending aid to the Decepticons.

Thus, he nudged Umbral. Umbral nudged a lowly oliveblooded comms officer. And that officer had went and readied a message to be sent off to whomever was sending out these mobile suits. Torwin coughed, and cleared out his throat, ready to speak.

Greetings!

Ralmov Torwin here, and I've come to say to whomever that is in these mobile suits, you've quite impressed me; except on one account. Please, do not aid those Decepticons, at all: they've come to destroy all that exists here, and replace it with their own disgusting machinations. They hate you, they hate us, they merely tolerate their allies, and thus should not be dealt with assistance: I do hope you understand that.

Torwin, out.

by **Pax Cybertronian** » Wed Feb 21, 2018 6:14 pm

"So, you bastards are American? Hey, Thundercracker! We got us some Autobot lovers!" Skywarp shouted to Thundercracker. "Think that gives us a better reason to kill 'em, dunnit?"

Skywarp proceeded to fire several missiles at the Medic, who was healing Scout and Engineer with a healing dispenser at the time. Then, he turned to attack Sniper and Soldier, who were attacking them with rocket launchers and sniper rifles. Noticing his limping leg, Skywarp turned and, pinpointing his target, fired yet another missile specifically at Soldier.

"Hold on," Thundercracker said. "I'm going to fire some incendiary missiles at them; see what that does."

Thundercracker rotated the missile launchers on his wrists, loaded some incendiary missiles that he got from his subspace storage pocket and arched said launchers at the taskforce below. Then, Skywarp proceeded to grab a tree and, while exerting quite a bit of effort, tore it out of the ground, snapped it in half and threw it at the taskforce in general.

Just then, three more Seekers - the "Coneheads," as Starscream called them - as well as Hotfire flew in from - presumably - another battlefield and dropped down beside Skywarp and Thundercracker.

"What did we miss?" Ramjet inquired.

"Nothin' much," Skywarp responded. "We're just fightin' some of the ol' organis while 'Screamer fights that dragon up there."

"Heh, love me some fightin'," Hotfire chuckled, before swinging his servo at in an attempt to punch him.

Starscream was knocked by one of Argazad's attacks. Feeling his face for energon, he noticed a wet, bloody substance and punched the ground, cursing all the while. Pulling himself up, he turned around to the transforming warrior and tilted his head slightly to the left in confusion.

"Is he... transforming into a giant Scraplet?" Starscream inquired. "A group of them? What the hell is that?"

Shaking his head, Starscream proceeded to fire several missiles at Argazad and jumped away to a presumably safe distance. He then proceeded to fire another round of missiles, accompanied with . He then held his index and middle digits to his helm and called the Nemesis.

"Homebase to Starscream, I want some more soldiers here ASAP," Starscream ordered. "Just in case we need it. We've got soldiers all around the planet, yes? Then I'm sure you can spare some more."

After that conversation was finished, Starscream leaped off of the ground and transformed into his jet mode. Then, he proceeded to fire a barrage of missiles at Argazad's new transformation while waiting for the soldiers to arrive.

Quadstrike had finally moved to the frontlines. The arrival of Crucilandian and Commercian forces had certainly aided them in the conflict. While they had not yet invaded Equestrislavia, this was the specific solar cycle - the specific cycle - that they intended to commence the war. The soldiers had all been mobilized; they would proceed with guerilla warfare during combat, and they would begin with an invasion of all available cities. Quadstrike had personally assigned several technicians to hack into the anti-air defence system Celestia had created so that it would either be deactivated or it would backfire and fire upon Equestrislavian troops.

Quadstrike himself stood in front of an eager Decepticon-led military, many of them cheering and roaring, ready to fight and kill their opponents. Indeed, if Quadstrike had his way, Equestrislavia would be the first to fall. Next, the planet Earth would fall to Decepticon control.

"Decepticons! Attack! Equestrislavia shall fall to Decepticon control! Hail Megatron! Death to all organics!"

The Decepticons readied their weapons and commenced their march onto Equestrislavian territory. Some of the Decepticons opted to transform into their alt-modes, whereas others chose to remain in their robot modes. Nevertheless, the objective was clear: invade Equestrislavia through all available spots and commence with the eventual cyberformation of the Earth.

"Uh, Optimus," Ironhide said. "We've got some 'Cons out there."

Optimus walked over to Ironhide. "Where?"

"'Round that giant bug-dragon-thing," he responded. "There's seven of 'em in total; six of 'em are fightin' them humans down below and Starscream's fightin' that giant dragon-bug. What's 'is name?"

"I don't know," Optimus said. "But we must defeat the Decepticons before they harm any organics. Steelswipe, Hornet, Starstreak, I want you three to engage with the Decepticon forces below."

"Hell yeah!" Steelswipe, Hornet and Starstreak gloated. "Time to bust some Deceptichops!"

As Steelswipe, Hornet and Starstreak began to open the airlock, Ratchet sighed. "The young'uns these days... Always so willing to use those old slogans non-stop... I remember the good old days when we used to fight because our sparks told us to instead of being drafted and indoctrinated into doing that."

The airlock opened, the three Autobots held their servos' together and leaped out of the Ark like a technohawk caught its prey. They activated their temporary pain immunisers and landed safely on the ground, directly in front of Ramjet, ready to fight the Decepticons.

Steelswipe turned to the taskforce. "Don't worry; we're Autobots. We don't wanna fight you, we just want to fight the 'Cons."

Starstreak then pulled out her katana and leaped towards Ramjet, slashing it at the Seeker. Ramjet dodged it, though Starstreak's katana still managed to drag itself across his face, causing energon to leak out of the wound.

by **Aeiouia** » Thu Feb 22, 2018 1:36 am

Earth, Upper Atmosphere

Having been given the time from the Chaff weapons to activate his proper cloak, Igorr continues accelerating directly upwards and out of the Yuck on the Sphere. Setting himself on a sub-orbital trajectory, he takes a moment to calculate something. Looking over his velocity and heading, he concludes that he can better make use of the time he has.

"Dymas!"

"Yes?"

"I will flyby your location from a distance of approximately 90-100km. Total intercept time is less than two seconds. Ready repair systems to fire during this period."

"Okay."

It only takes a very small burn for Igorr to properly arrange for this flyby to occur. But only a few moments later, he detects a massive energy signature coming from the area on the Yuck Sphere where the Bad Micro-Critters were.

During this time, Dymas also calculated a firing solution for his nail gun array. He was slightly distracted, though. The Critters sure were getting incredibly talky. Usually he would not mind this, but they were repeating the same strange bouts of incomprehensible noise over and over again. It was beginning to annoy him slightly.

But, he was interrupted shortly thereafter by a message that he could actually understand.

"Dymas! The Bad Micro-Critters exploded."

"Goodbye, Critters."

"Yes."

"Can confirm with my own sensors."

"Since Bad Micro-Critters no longer need to be killed, I will stabilize my orbit and watch and see if any more appear on the Yuck Sphere for a while."

"Okay."

The strange bomber eventually re-appears high above the atmosphere, on a sub-orbital trajectory. It clearly used some kind of cloaking device. Though given how fast the craft had to have been going in-atmosphere, it must have been a pretty complicated system to somehow conceal the obvious aerodynamic effects.

It eventually passes within about a hundred kilometres of its parent vessel. In a very strange sight the kraken creature actually seems to fire on its own strike craft with some of its point defense weapons, specifically an array of kinetic weapons. The bomber makes no attempt to dodge this, and why it is soon apparent. The "Attacks" seem to actually have an inexplicable repair effect on the strike craft, despite all logic of them only doing damage. Anyone with the correct sensors would see that the previously-damaged bomber appears to be in much better shape after being fired upon.

After being repaired in an incredibly bizarre way, the bomber adjusts its trajectory to a stable orbit. It definitely seems to have lost interest in the Dragon-Bug situation after the detonation of that one weapon, or at the very least intends to just observe it.

by **A m e n r i a** » Thu Feb 22, 2018 1:44 am

The Just Queen's Harem, The Just Queendom, Reign of Hero Queens Earth

A beautiful lady sat inside a small pool filled with warm water. She was accompanied by several men. One was biracial, probably a mix between an East Asian and a Westerner. He was tall and muscular. His short hair was brown and wavy, and he had a thin beard along his chin. Another one was just as tall as the last one, but much less muscular and more lean. His black hair was combed neatly. Everything, from his body language and vocabulary to the aura around him made it clear that he was an aristocrat, maybe even a vampire, judging by how bright and smooth his skin was. The one sitting closest to the lady was probably the youngest in the group, from his appearance. He couldn't possibly be older than 18. That was further evidenced by his childish demeanor.

They were talking and laughing, and sharing stories about the past when the lady's cell phone rang. She picked up the phone, and her expression suddenly turned from joy to something much more serious. She nodded and hung up after she heard what she needed to. She stood up and said, "Sorry, boys, I got a multiversal crisis to take care of. You go play videogames or something, this is gonna take a while." She turned around and left the visibly disappointed men.

Somewhere in Kansai, Eastern Rock Kingdom, Reign of Music Kings Earth

A visual kei band was performing on stage. Their main vocalist, a teenager wearing a necklace, a skull ring and a tattered trenchcoat poured his heart into the song, as his guitar howled. Suddenly, all the electrical equipment turned off. The lights, the speakers, everything. A man in a green shirt approached the red-haired vocalist and whispered to his ear. "The hell? I got no beef with creepypastas coming to life in other worlds! Just because I kicked some demon arse before doesn't mean I'm gonna do it again!" He said, shocked. The man in green whispered again and whatever he said made the singer relent. "Alright, I'm gonna gear up. This better be worth it."

Nagari, Kingdom of Dwipantara, Unknown universe's Earth

A shirtless 16-year old boy meditates cross-legged on a platform of stone overlooking a scenic beach. The sea was sparkling and it reflected the light of the setting sun in the horizon. A moustached man wearing attire that looked like a cross between a Majapahit soldier's armour and a fascist European officer's uniform approached the boy and talked to him. Opening his eyes, he nodded. "I will go there shortly. If he is so desperate to reach out to me, this must be serious. Tell Princess Farrah to look after the Kingdom for me while I'm gone." He ordered the older man and went to equip himself for the battle he was going to join.

???, Reign of Horrors Earth

"In the name of God, most gracious and merciful, I command you to return to where you came from!" A cloaked figure with a pair of black, feathered wings bellowed as he pointed his katana at a horrifying creature, causing it to scream in pain as it burns into ashes. He taps his earphone to receive his next transmission, which is usually a congratulation from his comrade. This time, it was something much more sinister. "I understand. I shall join you shortly." He answered, ending the transmission.

Soon, the five people gathered. The lady from the harem, the rockstar, the meditating boy, the exorcist, and of course, the Heavenly Emperor of Amenria. Cheonsa began to speak. "As you all know, we are facing a threat that requires the power of more than one of us to contain. While for now we have no information on how to defeat it, I have a plan to buy us time."

He continued, "We're the only ones who can fight it because it decays everything it touches and as you all know, we don't decay. Therefore, I will have each one of us fighting the creature one at a time in shifts of 5 hours minimum. I will go first as I am the most powerful one amongst us. If anyone has a chance of killing it, it's me. Should I fail to kill it, I will contact the next counterpart via soul tag. Who will that be?"

The exorcist stepped forward. "I will. I kill various horrors every day and I have a good chance of killing this one. I presume I should do the same thing you plan to do if I fail?" He looked at Cheonsa.

"In that case, I'm going after Mister Emo Angel Junior. I can't have you guys hog all the fun, can I?" The beautiful lady responded with a smirk.

"That leaves me and King Mappanganro." Said the rockstar. He and the boy who was meditating earlier looked at each other. The rockstar proposed, "Rock-paper-scissors?" The teenage king shook his head. "I will fight after Queen Rizka, your turn shall be last." He said, calmly. The rockstar simply shrugged.

"It's settled then. Let's do this. I know you won't let me down. After all, you're all me." Cheonsa began to set his plan into motion and opened a portal right in front of the creature threatening the denizens of Mekishima's Earth, sending it to another universe.

by **Ella2 6** » Thu Feb 22, 2018 3:05 am

Vice Admiral Hawkeye
ESS Relentless
Orbit of Terra, Sol

The destruction of the mining fleet and its escorts were visible from high orbit. A few fireballs sprinkled themselves across the Arctic Circle as the miners and the accompanying military vessels exploded mid-air, neither of them designed to handle such a powerful attack. It was quite the unfamiliar sight for the nomadic space-faring Ellians sitting back in orbit, considering Ellians starships do not usually enter environments where fire can burn for too long, let alone explode into a giant ball of dazzling flames.

As rare and spectacular of a sight it was, Hawkeye was not altogether too pleased with seeing it. "Status," she demanded. Her senior officers could only give a shake of the head. "Dishonourable Terran scum," she muttered under her breath, "The cowards keep attacking us without warning."

One of her staff shrugged at the remark. "That is how war is meant to be fought," he said, "I wouldn't want the enemy to know I was on their doorstep until I was ready to storm the planet."

"A declaration of war first would be nice," the Vice Admiral shot back. The other clone simply shrugged and went back to work at his station. Hawkeye glared at him for a few seconds, daring him to make some sort of reply. Realising the man was not going to take the bait, she sniffed as if in injured pride and turned her gaze back fore'ard. After a few moments of silence, she spoke again in much more collected tone. "Can we identify the attackers?"

"Yes, Ma'am," another starsailor answered, "The enemy fleet appears to be visually identical to a smaller fleet present in Terran orbit." He paused for a second, as if uncertain, before continuing dubiously. "There also appears to be a ground installation which opened up on the fleet. Affiliation unconfirmed. We can only assume it belongs to the attackers."

Hawkeye considered this quickly. "Whoever it belongs to, if they have the gall to attack the Fleet, then they better have a big gun. Wire them a message and warp the light cruisers down there. And glass that base."

A modest task force of a hundred Lucky class light cruisers, countless corvettes and almost a thousand starfighters began making their way down into the atmosphere. They descended under the covering fire of an orbital bombardment unleashed upon the Hexagon base in Russia. The larger classes, too heavy to escape Earth's gravity well if they had to deal with the effects of atmospheric drag, continued to reside in orbit, content to let the lighter classes do the dirty work when air was involved in the rocket equation.

Code: Select all: To unidentified entity #944165: Your act of aggression against our security forces has been noted, Terran. Consider this a formal declaration of war.

by **Ordocravia** » Thu Feb 22, 2018 5:59 am

Something marvelous had happened: The Krenolsmāroon on the way home had located a stray Neutron star, after it was probed for later it was used as a gravity slingshot to propel the fleet forward and skipping maybe a week or two . The Fleet now is just beyond the Oort Cloud and will be arriving in two days at most, It was time these savages learned respect.

Reports informed the Fleet of All-Devouring Drone-Bugs in the place of the enormous Dragon, a Battalion of Spiderlings were equipped with a Trap EMP megamine each and were deployed to the Battlefield to harass the Drones. A Flamespreader Platoon was Assigned to escort the Spiderlings and lay waste of any Drones that remained, they were Marching In a Tortuga like fashion with their Flames providing Shielding. Two AMFs were also assigned to the Spiderling Escort. In case anything happened; A squad of Cruisers was overseeing the Battlefield and they were ready to fire their Orbital bombs should the Flamespreaders and Spiderlings fail. Their Unison Shield was Activated should the Drones directly attack them.

The Emperor, after exiting the Grand Cathedral of Grenesvara -The Biggest Cathedral in the Empire-, Boarded the Imperial Flagship and Commanded his ships to take loose formation Around Ordocravia to prepare for war with Reckoner II, A message was sent to the Autobots to inform them that they should not worry about the Planes Patrolling the Island and that they could enter freely. The Emperor Wrote Another log, albeit later than scheduled:

EMPEROR'S LOG

Things are getting quite intense, our Millenia old allies have been invaded by some sort of Horse slavs, the Horses have to wait for there are more important matters at hand.

Unluckily the Krenolsmāroon Command found a way to put me the Burden that is my son a full Half month Earlier... God help me resist the temptation of locking him up, eitherway, the filthy savages of Reckoner II are soon going to meet their Creator as the whole Earth is preparing for War.

We will live, they will die. Easy as that

H.P.L.F.D.E.B Alpha is 90% Restored, It starts showing signs of conciousness again and emits comprehensible sounds. It's Suicide trick turned on itself

L.F.D.E.B 1 and 2 have just evolved into what seems as a symbiotic Relationship: They seemlessly melted together and live together in a what seems to be totally health Body, Passive Observation continues.

From the remnants of V.S.R 1 a fully functional bipedal Walker has been developed and It's functionality was proven in the field of battle. It is now deployed alongside a battalion of troops to assist Mekishima with their plans while a second suit was fine tuned for use by the Emperor himself.

IMPCR's at 450% Energy power, ElectroMagnetic Shields activated around the Mainland, full Anasystasis commences for safety purposes

by **The Rapture Republic** » Thu Feb 22, 2018 4:22 pm

Victor was completely and utterly KO'd by the unpredictable attack by the arrival of the Union.Victor would be left unconscious buried only half-deep in the rumble of the crater, the scraplets created from his paranatural biomass would be scattered or destroyed, and none are functional as the head of the hive, the father, is not operational to continue the process of exterminating organics and inorganic threats that stand in the way of the horde, now only temporarily delayed in the slaughterhouse program coded by the father, Victor Vonstein.His physical characteristics would that of a Standard Crysisian Soldier, as the species are biologically similar to a standard Cybertronian civilian or soldier, yet, he would have an appearance of one of the Sovereign's Heralds, theBlack Knight of Death.By the Golden and Black design of his body and the Golden Crown on his forehead, symbolizing the Empire of the Sovereign, the Machine Deity and Ruler of the Crysisian that slumbers for millennia in the center of the entire omniverse and infinite realities, only to awake on the basis of when the omniverse is faced with the heat-death of the universe or by other means of Universal Death.To restore it back to its original state and returning to primary stasis until the next one arises to repeat the process of restoration again and again.By the God's value for infinite knowledge and live to thrive without ends or limits, defying the Gods, themselves that have wished to end the universe and its beauty, because of there creators having flaws and committing evil to fill the gates of Hell or Heaven from when they die.However, this does raise questions on why the Sovereign would have a herald of Death, in the first place.Though, understanding the mind of the Infinite God of Knowledge and History, the Great Recorder of the Omniverse, and Esteemed Librarian of Cybertron formerly known as Ferrok, a Decepticon, strongly and still loyal to Megatron, even when becoming an all-powerful god.Victor abode to have a Decepticon insignia on his right and left shoulder plate in the style of the Roman battle-helmet with his master, the Sovereign, having fantasies of the Roman Empire, when exploring Ancient History of the Human Race.

Vonstein would not awake anytime soon, and offline with his prey crawling around him as the predator cannot fight by the heavy leaking wounds of liquid dark energon or nicknamed "The Blood of Unicorn" Quoted by Megatronus, himself or was it Starscream? No, that would be heresy, it was of course, Emperor Megatron.Nonetheless, if one was to open his brain processor that would unlock the infinity of the Recorded Omniverse depending not being detected by the Alt-Personality of the Sovereign, the Factory, the actual governing body of Crysian Society, because of rapid updates in the digiverse every 12 nanokik securing the minds and thoughts of the individual Crysisian, wherever they may be in the limitless universe.

by **Aeiouia** » Thu Feb 22, 2018 5:55 pm

Earth, Orbit

Igorr continued along his trajectory. The orbit was not well circularized, but he really did not care. After all, he was just there to see if any more bad Cold Micro-Critters emerged from the Yuck Sphere. It took a few passes. But eventually, he concluded that the bad Critters were definitely gone for the time being.

"Nope. I see no more bad Critters. I am going to return."

"Okay."

With that, Igorr intercepted and matched velocities with Dymas on the apoapsis of his next orbit. Content with his knowledge that the bad Critters were dead, but also quite tired of the Cold, he lazily uses his light RCS thrusters to return to his hangar. It was time for some much-needed rest.

Dymas was also quite tired of the Cold. But, he was more disappointed in the promising Warmth Critter turned Cold Critter. Oh well. He decided that it was best to continue what he was originally going to do earlier. After all, the Cold was still bad. He had been without any nice warmth or radiation for quite some time, and it was making him feel somewhat unhappy.

But this was not the only thing that was irritating him. Even as he began his burn to leave the sphere of influence of the Yuck Sphere and reach low orbit of the Warmth Sphere, it still did not stop. The Critters would not shut up. Dymas was used to Critter-Chatter, sure. But this was getting absolutely ridiculous. While all of the Critters were babbling far more than usual, there was this one that was far worse than the others. It kept repeating the same long and obnoxious noises on repeat. With only roughly five seconds of peace before the next awful bout of identical nonsense would play.

But, he shrugged it off. He assumed and hoped that by the time he would reach the Warmth Sphere, the Critters would quiet down a bit.

Eventually, the bomber in orbit returns to its parent vessel. It does not take very long for the strange kraken creature to begin burning on an escape trajectory from Earth. Clearly, it had lost interest in all of the battles that were occurring on and around the planet. Although why this was is anyone's guess.

by **The Hexagon Industries** » Thu Feb 22, 2018 8:33 pm

Outpost Orbis
Krasnoyarsk Krai, Russia
100% completion

The Orbis Outpost was filled with activity, after men had began warping from the Catalysts. With the others quickly taking charge of the different sectors of the outpost, even more men began to warp down, arming themselves with newly fabricated weaponry in the arsenal.

The agents in the Orbis began to fortify it's defenses, detecting a large signature heading towards the outpost itself. Agents of varying ranks and class came out of the Orbis Warp Field, and quickly took the unattended positions. Most went to the defenses to further contribute to the fortification of the base, some went to the fabricators, and began mass producing large amounts of aircraft, and vehicles and some went into the Void-Impulse Kinetic Field Generator, ready to repair it if necessary.

Priming and calibrating the kinetic dome covering the outpost, and planting a secondary Zealot Mainframe, the agents prepared for the worst. They waited for any signs of hostile units, ready to fire when needed. Meanwhile, the Cardinal began to contact the Catalysts, unwary of the incoming orbital bombardment.

Orbis to Catalyst, repeat, Orbis to Catalyst. We are at risk of enemy invasion, we are in need of suppor-- Argh, fuck!

The ground immediately shook, accompanied by bright flashes of light, striking the blue kinetic dome, pushing the generator core close to it's limits. The men inside the outpost had no idea what was happening outside, as the bombardment created a large amount of ripples in the dome, effectively blocking anyone's view from the inside.

Men were becoming anxious of what was to come. Each held their own weapons, some carrying anti-air, some, anti-armor, most were light arms. When the strike stopped, the men inside waited for the ripples to stop, some raised their weapons into the sky, expecting an aerial attack. Some manned the artillery, and some, the S-LO Missile Pods.

The Cardinal, nervous and afraid, uploaded the LRST codes to his Infinity, allowing him to manually detonate the twenty kiloton Void charge installed in a hidden compartment within the outpost.

As the ripples began to disappear, a large number of Reckoner vessels slowly came into view, headed for the Orbis outpost.

Every MLWS present in the base turned to the armada headed their way, their main ammunition were now being replaced by Void ammunition, allowing for more greater firepower, at the cost of having a faster overheating rate. Ordinary missiles were also replaced with higher velocity missiles.

Truly, this was the first conflict in the theater that the Hexagon has directly been involved with.

- - - - - - - -

Vegas Outpost
Mojave Desert, California
34% completion

The Vegas Outpost and it's agents were assaulted by extreme heat, yet, they continued to work. Still waiting for the other agents to warp down, the four agents still continued to fire high-powered bolts of energy at Vonstein, not caring who they hit. The warp field was operational, yet no one wanted to go back to the Catalysts, and run the risk of being branded as a deserter.

The only thing they could do, was wait.

- - - - - - - -

Eden Outpost
Brazilian Rainforest
55% completion

The lone Dreamwalker in the Eden Outpost sat down, and watched the drones build the outpost piece by piece.

Hoping for the others to wake up was a lost cause, they've lied frozen in the pod for some time now. Luckily, nothing, or no one, had decided to attack the agent while the outpost was still in construction. He sighed, before slowly going back to sleep.

- - - - - - - -

Code: Select all: ~ ~ ¤ ~ ~ STATUS REPORT ~ ~ ¤ ~ ~ Vegas and Eden Outpost are non-responsive. New secondary outposts are now currently being built. Pre-planned locations are: - - - - Darwin (North Africa) Cape (South Africa) Victor (Middle East) Diamond (Mongolia) Valor (North Korea) Honor (Ireland) - - - - Our plan is moving along quite nicely. If this keeps up, we could initiate the second phase by three weeks. However, the attack on Orbis could slightly affect our plans. Reinforcements will arrive in a few hours. Mekishima is still not responding, and our ambassador is still en route to the Cybertronian ship, where they would discuss matters with the other Imperial Consortium members. Pacem per bello! Long Live the Hexagon!

by **Mekishima** » Thu Feb 22, 2018 11:04 pm

The Rapture Republic wrote:Victor was completely and utterly KO'd by the unpredictable attack by the arrival of the Union.Victor would be left unconscious buried only half-deep in the rumble of the crater, the scraplets created from his paranatural biomass would be scattered or destroyed, and none are functional as the head of the hive, the father, is not operational to continue the process of exterminating organics and inorganic threats that stand in the way of the horde, now only temporarily delayed in the slaughterhouse program coded by the father, Victor Vonstein.His physical characteristics would that of a Standard Crysisian Soldier, as the species are biologically similar to a standard Cybertronian civilian or soldier, yet, he would have an appearance of one of the Sovereign's Heralds, theBlack Knight of Death.By the Golden and Black design of his body and the Golden Crown on his forehead, symbolizing the Empire of the Sovereign, the Machine Deity and Ruler of the Crysisian that slumbers for millennia in the center of the entire omniverse and infinite realities, only to awake on the basis of when the omniverse is faced with the heat-death of the universe or by other means of Universal Death.To restore it back to its original state and returning to primary stasis until the next one arises to repeat the process of restoration again and again.By the God's value for infinite knowledge and live to thrive without ends or limits, defying the Gods, themselves that have wished to end the universe and its beauty, because of there creators having flaws and committing evil to fill the gates of Hell or Heaven from when they die.However, this does raise questions on why the Sovereign would have a herald of Death, in the first place.Though, understanding the mind of the Infinite God of Knowledge and History, the Great Recorder of the Omniverse, and Esteemed Librarian of Cybertron formerly known as Ferrok, a Decepticon, strongly and still loyal to Megatron, even when becoming an all-powerful god.Victor abode to have a Decepticon insignia on his right and left shoulder plate in the style of the Roman battle-helmet with his master, the Sovereign, having fantasies of the Roman Empire, when exploring Ancient History of the Human Race.

Vonstein would not awake anytime soon, and offline with his prey crawling around him as the predator cannot fight by the heavy leaking wounds of liquid dark energon or nicknamed "The Blood of Unicorn" Quoted by Megatronus, himself or was it Starscream? No, that would be heresy, it was of course, Emperor Megatron.Nonetheless, if one was to open his brain processor that would unlock the infinity of the Recorded Omniverse depending not being detected by the Alt-Personality of the Sovereign, the Factory, the actual governing body of Crysian Society, because of rapid updates in the digiverse every 12 nanokik securing the minds and thoughts of the individual Crysisian, wherever they may be in the limitless universe.

Sanpedoro, Bahakariforunia, Mekishima
As a new wave of soldiers approached following the massacre that was the Scarplet attacks, the Mekishimans appeared alongside a dozen golden spear-weilding guards and Viceroyal Genji Shimada, who stared at his brother's charred corpse nearby the site as well as the carpet of bodies laying around the battlefield, holding back tears before moving on to the weakened body of the new Vonstein, resembling a Cybertronian now. Genji looked upon him for a moment and turned back to his golden samurai guards.

"Take this man to our special little centre, newly built across the Panama Canal. We're going to have him pay hell for murdering my brother." Genji said, as he picked up Hanzo's bow, grabbed a tag and wrote a message on it before firing the arrow at a velocity where it'd eventually reach the foot of Shimada castle.

Meanwhile, in Shimada Castle...
Emperor Kugo Shimada, recently hearing of Vonstein's temporary defeat in the battle at Sanpedoro, was delighted. With no more distractions in his back lines besides rumors of the Spy still patrolling and taking down drones, his armies, more toughened then ever and with bigger numbers, now occupied the lower half of the South, with Florida nothing more than a wasteland and California also being an ever-so-toughening front with both sides clashing. With this, he consulted his generals, and decided to rewire his plan to take on the South from the east and instead throw his efforts into the European front with the UCP.

by **Ordocravia** » Fri Feb 23, 2018 6:00 am

The Earth now bared witness to the Magnificence of the Krenolsmāroon Ordocravianitā in all of it's glory, thirty-five thousand ships fine tuned for war and intersolar conflict. All painted with the distinctive Colour Pattern of the Imperial Mobile Forces, A Dark Blue Base with vein-like Cyan Lines separating each Blue Splotch into it's own piece, It's entirety made the Sky over the Battlefield where once the Mighty Argazad laid waste of each Combatant's Soldiers, the day looked like night as the Fleet now covered the Sky, ready to attack the forces that were threating the Planet's integrity. The Emperor , In his flagship, relayed a message to his Allies

Code: Select all: To All Space-faring Belligerents of the Alliance of Nations and anyone who sympathizes it We have received our reinforcements and we inform you that the time has come that we put an end to Reckoner II's Recklessness, with my combined fleet of fourty five thousand ships and your own we can ensure that the petty, insolent insects that dared enter our home are permanently destroyed. We have set a meeting location that most of you know and reckognize: The battlefield of Sanpedoro, we will rendezvous with you there and we will strike Reckoner II from there. We wish all of you eternal Glory and Power The Imperial Flagship of the Ordocravian Empire

The message was Relayed to all AoN members and their allies. Another interesting fact is that H.P.L.F.D.E.B Alpha has been restored, it's structural integrity is at 100% it is slowly starting to project a physical form -or so it seems-, The Army is mobilizing and preparing to strike Mekishima's next target. One Cruiser, five Bombers, two Interceptors, fifteen Freighters and fifty Fighters are assigned to the war on the Planetary Surface, they will react immediately to any command Mekishima Makes.
The Spiderlings Analyzing The Mysterious Creature were now ordered to take a miniscule blood sample, unnoticed, and then retreat to the nearest research centre for blood analysis and Cloning.

The Fleet was ressuplying and preparing for it's greatest battle yet. The end is approaching at rapid paces

FUEL: 100%
AMMO: 100%
ENERGY CANNONS: 100%
ORBITAL CANNONS: 89%
THIRST FOR BLOOD: 100%

by **Aeiouia** » Fri Feb 23, 2018 7:16 am

Sol, Orbit

Dymas continued lazily floating towards the Warmth Sphere, remaining somewhat perturbed at the incredibly chatty Critters, but still doing his best to ignore their constant obnoxious babble. That one Critter kept repeating the same message over and over again. Beyond being really annoying, this also confused him. After all, his sister who knew a lot about Critters said that when Critters made noises, they actually had meaning.

But, this baffled Dymas. After all, he used transmissions to speak to his Friends before, and he never repeated the same sounds over and over and over again. Maybe this was something else. The other Critters were making sounds that were definitely varied, indicating that they might indeed be communicating. Maybe the one that was repeating the message was not, however. Perhaps it was indeed transmitting incoherent nonsense like he had always thought that Critters do.

He decided that he would relay the really talky Critter's transmission, as well as most of this Critter-Chatter to Ayda. Even if she could not figure out what was going on with them, she could at least use this as more research material. And Dymas would be more than happy to help one of his Friends out.

However, his thoughts on the matter are suddenly interrupted, as he detects a small attack against his shields. Immediately, he turns his turret arrays to face the source of the interruption, and sees the sight of a Micro-Critter. This has happened to Dymas before, and he knew what to do.

He begins unfurling his arms and transferring power to their weapon motors, certainly this would scare any Micro-Critters off and let him continue on his way in peace.

As the Spiderlings approach the unidentified creature, its biological appearance starts to look more and more like a facade. While from a distance, the entity looks reasonably biological, and even up close it seems to act and function similarly to a flesh and blood creature, closer inspection reveals that the creature is almost certainly robotic in nature. While its hull looks living, it still bears a point defense array of turrets similar to that of a normal starship. Most of these weapons appear to be solid-state lasers, though a few machine gun-like weapons, and very unusual type of unidentified turret are present as well.

When they get close enough to attempt to take a blood sample, the parallels to a regular ship show once more, as the drones lightly collide with an energy shield similar to those present on many warships protecting the hull. It might become questionable if this thing even has blood to begin with, given that its squid-like appearance gives way to a hybridized battleship-squid fusion up close. Though, no crew life-signs are visible anywhere across the vessel, so it is still almost certainly not a conventional vessel despite the appearance.

But, the creature seems to notice this very light assault on its shields. And, its biological-like tendencies show once more. Instead of sending a transmission to the Spiderlings, or doing any kind of rational action like any competent Starship captain would order, the creature immediately begins fanning out its countless arms. In a clear attempt to intimidate the Spiderlings, it tries to make itself look as big and threatening as possible.

The arms themselves mostly seem to end in melee weapons, though not any conventional ones like swords or axes. A majority of them consisted of mining wheels, similar to those found in rock quarries. Some other weapons were present as well, but one theme was common with all of them. They all were motorized in some way, weather being with chainsaws or mining buckets. And in its bid to intimidate, the creature was beginning to activate them. It had still not yet made a swing at the drones, however.

by **The Imperial Regions of Commerce** » Fri Feb 23, 2018 12:43 pm

Sunrise, Split-Dalmatia

The Sun was beginning to rise, and the orange sky over Dalmatia was beautiful as ever. But by the days end, the landscape would be charred and upheaved, and the sky filled with smoke. Before nightfall Battle Droids had positioned and aimed dozens of J-1 semi-autonomous proton cannons, and after brief shelling of Sarajevo, they had halted. Small airfields were established on Brac, where Vulture Droids and Bombers refueled. Shield generators over the occupied islands were raised. They were designed that things could exit them, but hardly anything could penetrate it from the outside. The next day the offensive would begin, the Croatian coastline would be stormed, Equestrislavia would be invaded, and the Droid Army and Organic Divisions of the Commercians would knock Equestrislavia out of the war. It was dawn, the air was crisp, and the officers exited their bunkers and out onto the Artillery positions. The Artillery Commandant marched out in pristine blue and gold plastoid armor and walked up stairs to a logistics station. A T-Series Tactical Droid went over the arching of the shells and their trajectory, and then the Droid explained the landing points of the Armies afterwards. The Commandant was also notified of the Deceptions attack, and he knew this was the exact time to begin the bombardment. He raced down the stairs and out onto the ground. He walked behind the Artillery cannons, pointed upward and ready to fire. The Commandant screamed fire, and then put his hands over to the sides of his helmet. The massive line of cannons fired, and the whole island shook, causing some battle droids to slip. The waters around the island rippled, and a swarm of scarlet lasers arched into the morning sky. Lasers landed onto Croatian beaches and coastal cities, and sand was thrown up from the beaches and earth was upchurned. Costal cities were all bombarded, and plasma tore into skyscrapers and buildings. After the first barrages, squadrons of Bombers took off and flew in their formations. They dropped their payload on more towns. Any military presence that the droids detected was met with multiple bombs. Officers and Tactical droids at Brac noticed Crucilandian ships gather above them, and the three armies of the Deceptions, the Commercians, and the Crucilandians were more than enough to annihilate these inferiors and their horse overlords.

Noon, Croatian Coastline

At twelve o clock, the bombardment ceased, the bombers that did not get shot down returned to Brac and the other islands occupied by the Commercians. After a moment of silence on the beaches, a faint humming sound could be heard. HMP droid gunships raced over the waters, and onto the charred and flaming beaches. They deployed battle droids onto the sand, and shield generators were activated to prevent counter bombardment. From the carriers in orbit came more Landing Crafts. After the beaches were secure, the crafts touched down. Tanks, Troop Transports, artillery, MTTs and divisions of droids and human and alien troops marched out. While they were organizing themselves into attack groups, the artillery from the Archipelago commenced another barrage. Lands further inland were shelled. After the shorter bombardment, the troops raised standards and banners of their planets and began marching behind a thick armored column of tanks. Probe droids raced ahead to scan the area. Landing zones for the Crucilandians were established, and the Commercials awaited for their allies to touch down and join the assault. The invasion of the mainland had started with a swift and deadly start.

by **Jackania yugo** » Fri Feb 23, 2018 4:32 pm

Out of the black of space came the endgame and the Martian fleet. Like winged insects finishing feasting on an object the ships left flew off the superweapon. The ship fired a think blue beam of blinding energy at a part of the reckoner fleet where there was a large concentration of ships, many of which belonged to the fleet of ships that originally attacked the Jackanian ships at Mars. There was a blinding flash of near white as the Endgame lost control and fell gravitated towards the flagship of the Reckoner fleet...

George: Damage report.

Bridge operator: Thrusters offline, shields failing, minor hull damage.

George: Well, this is one hell of a way to go. I wish john was around here to see this shit.

Bridge operator: Johnathan ruby Mac left the ship 47 minutes ago and boarded the JMS Sao, a support vessel which le-

George: I know what happened dumbass, or else he would be screaming like a little bitch.

Bridge operator: Impact in 8...7...

George: Well, it's time to fulfill my duty.

5...

George: For Jackania...

4...

For humanity...

3...2...1...

For earth.

The Endgame[\i] collided with the enemy carrier as both bridges met. The hulls of both ships crumpled and tore like thick paper. The amalgamation of metal that both ships had become became coated in "orbiting" debris as it plummeted towards the North America, being enveloped in a orangey-red aura as it began to glow...

[i]JMS Titan

Admiral Cody looked on with a mix of admiration and sadness at the resulting crash. However, no tears pricked even one of his eyes, he just looked on at the events that were (quite literally) unfolding. He then lowered his head towards the console in front of him that sloped towards his torso. He moved his eyes in a descending looping horizontal manner as he gazed at the screen.

This is a message to the other fleet that opposes the Reckoner II fleet for its motivatives. My name is Thorton Green Cody, otherwise known as junior admiral Cody of the Jackania space navy. Just Incase you think we are a hostile third party, this is not the case. We wish to aid you in your aggressions towards the Reckoner fleet. We used to alligned with the star spangled coalition but now we only work to stop these hostile's. We are not explicitly requesting you to help but at the very minimum to not commit aggressions aganist us.

Admiral Cody sent the message and awaited the reply.

by **Ella2 6** » Fri Feb 23, 2018 11:33 pm

Clone Commodore Hooks
ESS Dart
Arctic Circle
Terra, Sol

A small section of the Ellian task force broke off from the main formation and made their way towards the Hexagon base. The small strike force, consisting of three light cruisers, a handful of corvettes and an escort of two fighter wings, allowed their shadows to loom over the ground installation as they approached from high above the base.

"The enemy's shields seem to be quite potent," the tactical officer observed after the bombardment ended, "it's holding against our fire well. What's our next move, Sir?"

Hooks did not answer immediately, rather he scrolled through his computer tablet which displayed a list of his available forces. "We've got a battalion of marines ready to deploy, don't we?" Hooks asked though it was largely rhetorical.

His second-in-command nodded at that regardless. "Yes, Sir," she agreed, "We've got a deployment of three hundred clone marines and another seventeen hundred robotic marines on the corvettes in our formation. Limited dropships, however. We'll have to land in groups."

Hooks considered this quickly, inclining his head to one side in thought. "Yeah, that works, I suppose," he told her, "Go get the troops ready. I'll be bombarding the enemy base to provide you with covering fire while you land."

The small task force began a steady sequential firing pattern on the Hexagon base with the intention of suppressing enemy air defence power until the marines could land. As the large guns continuously fired at their designated ground target, a small wing of dropships departed the tiny hanger on the light cruiser's sides and descended towards the Hexagon base, the fighter squadrons spearheaded the advance, providing a light screening force to escort the dropships to and fro the landing zone.

Clone Vice Admiral Hawkeye
ESS Relentless
Orbit of Terra, Sol

A blinding flash erupted from the centre of the Dagger as the great warp ship's power core detonated under the impact of the Endgame. As the two hulking forms broke against each other, similar, albeit smaller, explosions shattered the Dagger's many warp rings and sent them hurtling through space. Whilst not incredibly fast, the immense mass of these fragments would tear any vessel it met asunder, as was the fate which befell a few unfortunate vessels nearby.

"The Dagger has been destroyed," a shocked clone reported.

"I can see that," Hawkeye stated at length, visibly shaken, "Get a sitrep up the chain. Now." She added the last part with some heat before slumping down on her command chair. A moment or two later, she stood up again, "Have the remainder of Dagger Fleet rally with the Relentless. We need to annihilate the Jackanian Fleet."

The remnants of the now-crippled Dagger Fleet slowly regrouped into a rough sphere around the Relentless on Hawkeye's orders and prepared to engage in battle against the remainder of the Jackanian fleet. The combined fleet then began laying down heavy fire on the surviving enemy capitals in an attempt to destroy them and break Jackanian morale. At the same time, a distress signal was being sent out to the flagship of Nova Fleet hundred of light minutes away.

Admiral Kristy Seagleam
ESS Nova
Lagrangian point of Neptune, Sol

"Impressive."

It was the sole word that was uttered out of the Baron's mouth after he learnt of the Dagger's demise.

"What do you mean 'impressive,'" Seagleam demanded, "We just lost a warp ship and its wreck is on a collision course with Terra. Do you have any idea what that means?"

"Of course I do," Ramiro stated evenly, "I know full well the implications of these unfortunate events." He stopped rather abruptly, and in a sort of detached tone, continued after an unusually long pause. "It has been a long time since any Terran power has been able to inflict that sort of damage on the Fleet. This is certainly an interesting find."

"We can't harvest Terra's water if the planet turns into a molten rock," she reminded him.

He nodded. "Yes, which is the problem. But unless you have any ideas on how to stop this extinction event, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do. Just let nature take its course. I'm sure we can still source water from elsewhere." He sounded uncertain of this, however, which worried Kristy greatly. He sighed and marched his way offscreen. "I honestly have no idea how the chancellor plans to solve this one. Bringing in more fleets won't help anything. Hold on, Admiral. I'm going to make a call." And with that, the communications channel was put on hold.

After about half an hour, the Baron of Etheral returned, his expression grim and his voice gravely. "The Fleet has decided to requisition more fleets into our area," he declared, "Be careful, Admiral. I have a bad feeling about this decision."

Kristy maintained a neutral expression, but her tone betrayed her concern. "Is something wrong?"

Ramiro cocked his head to one side, eyes narrowed at some point in the distance. "I don't know," he said eventually, "but something about what the brass said struck me in an odd way. I can't place my finger on it, however." He paused again. "I hope they're not planning on what I think they're doing..."

"What are you thinking?" Kristy asked. The Baron opened his mouth to reply but the arrival of the Spirit Fleet and the Purity Fleet cut him off. Kristy noted their arrival on the star charts as well. "They came quickly," she remarked, but the Baron did not hear her. The communications channel had already been closed.

by **Cruciland** » Sat Feb 24, 2018 12:13 am

Planet Earth, Adriatic Sea
Task Unit 3B-2A-4B watched as the Commercian armies began to storm the Balkan shores. A contingent of Decepticons led by Quickstrike was bringing up the terrestrial front, providing a second prong to the Commercians' maritime front. The Consortium was mobilizing against Equestrislavia in full force, now- it was time for the Crucilandians to fulfill their role. Although the Imperial Regions of Commerce made sure to give them space to land their vessels, the task unit would not be deploying ground forces for this campaign; instead, they would blanket the land before their allies in giant craters and molten rock as they rained the Crucilandians' own brand of divine judgement down upon Celestia's domain. Many segments of the ships' hulls opened up to reveal a plethora of hyperadvanced weaponry; the weapons deployed were deemed most suitable for covering ground forces, as opposed to simply peeling back the lithosphere like an orange and leaving no land left to plant a flag on.

No less than a dozen kilometers ahead of the Consortium's front lines, Task Unit 3B-2A-4B proceeded to glass Equestrislavia's defenses.

The several hundred drones at the task force's beck and call scanned for enemy materiel and fired their lasers, eager to penetrate, slice, and melt any tanks, artillery, aircraft, and munitions they saw on the surface of the Earth. The fighters deployed the majority of their heavy graviton machine guns, carpet-bombing the landscape in a purifying shower of disintegrating gravitational shear. The bombers also stuck to their point-defense platforms, deploying all 12 of their wings' heavy plasma machine guns to saturate the landscape in vaporizing plasma. The gunboats and gunships broadsided Equestrislavia with surgical strikes from their plasma, laser, and EM cannons in a bid to neutralize harder targets.

With all of Task Unit 3B-2A-4B's efforts combined, a thick fire-orange border separating the enemy's territory from the area already invaded by the Imperial Consortium could be seen from space.

Planet Earth, Sonoran Desert
A few moments passed as the trio of Sh'liyshiyah fighters watched for any dangers posed by Vonstein. The other factions involved in the battle were winding down from the monumental ending- some still trying to regroup, some packing up and leaving, and some staying behind. Much to the Crucilandians' amusement, the Hexagon Industries' Vegas Outpost was still shelling what was left of Vonstein, all the way up until the Mekishimans came by to scoop him out of the crater-within-a-crater the Hexagonian artillery had made. It was evident that the situation was under control, and so the fighters were called in to regroup with the main task unit...

Planet Earth, Arctic Circle
The surprise attack was a phenomenal success. Coupled with supplementary artillery fire from the Hexagon Industries, Task Unit 3B-2A-4A had obliterated the Ellians' mining operation in one fell swoop. These ships, however, were easy pickings. It would take a lot more than a single salvo from their... less collateral damage inducing weapons to deal with Relentless Fleet and Dagger Fleet's naval forces. As the fireballs began to clear, the Alternian Imperium's Alymit Fleet could be seen flying above the Arctic Circle. The destruction of the Carbonado was still fresh in the Crucilandians' minds, but nobody in their right was going to open fire on them; they no longer posed an immediate threat to the Imperial Consortium's constituent forces.

What did pose a threat, however, was the task force of Ellians descending upon the Hexagon Industries' Orbis Outpost.

The flight detail of fighters that had been observing Vonstein was on-route to Cruciland's primary task unit when they gained a visual on the incoming task force. "טאט-אדון, כוח משימה נשלח על ידי הצי האלים של האליאנים למאחז אורביס," a Meal-Abiyr warned. He was the unit leading the detail. "...מְאוּשָׁר. יש לנו גם צבר חזותית ישירה על כוח המשימה," Tat-Adon Hayes replied. Due to their simultaneous attacks, the Ellians had considered Cruciland and the Hexagon Industries to be one and the same; by attacking Hexagonian infrastructure, it was presumed that the Crucilandian fleet would be logistically damaged. Or perhaps, they wanted to take out one target at a time rather than spreading their navy thin by hitting Cruciland's task units at the same time. In any case, they appeared to be ignoring the fleet responsible for much of their mining fleet's destruction. Even better yet, the cruisers were still high enough in the atmosphere for the task unit to use some of its more destructive weapons without causing significant damage to the planet itself. This was a tactician's dream come true. "מנקודת התצפית שלנו מעל חוג הארקטי, אנחנו יכולים לראות אותם יורדים על המאחז של תעשיות הקסגון בסיביר ... הם נעים מתחת לכיסוי אש נשק מסלולית!" the Tat-Adon added. "אז תן לנו ליירט אותם בבת אחת! בכל שנייה אנחנו מעכבים, הפיראטים האלה מתקרבים להתגבר על המגן של בנות הברית שלנו," a Tat-Chozeh chimed in. The ships had already begun to start deploying their missile systems, to splatter everything in the upper atmosphere with blast waves...

Unfortunately, that was not the only threat being posed by Ellian ships entering the atmosphere. A Jackanian capital vessel was seen slamming into an Ellian carrier, causing the two vessels to tumble into the atmosphere. Given the mass and velocity, the Crucilandians predicted it would have devastating consequences if it landed. The fact it was heading for North America rather than an ocean didn't help anything, either. The Meal-Abiyr cast a clairvoyant glance behind his fighter as he pulled up beside the rest of the fleet. "בבקשה תגיד לי את התותחים עצמית דחף יש חזותית ישירה על זה." He didn't have to tell the SPGs twice. A "Mjolnir" self-propelled gun's main cannon hummed ominously as it moved towards the task unit's flank, facing where the debris cloud was at. The main cannon was designed to be fitted onto a capital ship, and boasted enough firepower to take down a capital ship... Suffice it to say, clearing the skies of ruined capital ships was not a tall order. The Mjolnir roared to life as countless yottawatts of electricity built up deep inside of its barrel. EM beam emitters mingled with remote energy distortion field generators to keep the beam on target in case of light-lag, practically microwaving the hulls of the crashing capitals as the targeting and guidance array paints a clear path for the capital-sized lightning beam to follow.

The flight detail of fighters that had been observing Vonstein was on-route to Cruciland's primary task unit when they gained a visual on the incoming task force. "Tat-Adon, a task force is being sent by the Ellians' Relentless Fleet to Outpost Orbis," a Meal-Abiyr warned. He was the unit leading the detail. "...Confirmed. We have also gained a direct visual on the task force," Tat-Adon Hayes replied. Due to their simultaneous attacks, the Ellians had considered Cruciland and the Hexagon Industries to be one and the same; by attacking Hexagonian infrastructure, it was presumed that the Crucilandian fleet would be logistically damaged. Or perhaps, they wanted to take out one target at a time rather than spreading their navy thin by hitting Cruciland's task units at the same time. In any case, they appeared to be ignoring the ships responsible for much of their mining fleet's destruction. Even better yet, the cruisers were still high enough in the atmosphere for the task unit to use some of its more destructive weapons without causing significant damage to the planet itself. This was a tactician's dream come true. "From our vantage point above the Arctic Circle, we can see them descending upon Hexagon Industries' outpost in Siberia... They are moving under the cover of orbital weapons fire!" the Tat-Adon added. "Then let us intercept them at once! Every second we delay, those corsairs get closer to overcoming our allies' shields," a Tat-Chozeh chimed in. The ships had already begun to start deploying their missile systems, to splatter everything in the upper atmosphere with blast waves...

Unfortunately, that was not the only threat being posed by Ellian ships entering the atmosphere. A Jackanian capital vessel was seen slamming into an Ellian carrier, causing the two vessels to tumble into the atmosphere. Given the mass and velocity, the Crucilandians predicted it would have devastating consequences if it landed. The fact it was heading for North America rather than an ocean didn't help anything, either. The Meal-Abiyr cast a clairvoyant glance behind his fighter as he pulled up beside the rest of the fleet. "Please tell me the SPGs have a direct visual on that." He didn't have to tell the SPGs twice. A "Mjolnir" self-propelled gun's main cannon hummed ominously as it moved towards the task unit's flank, facing where the debris cloud was at. The main cannon was designed to be fitted onto a capital ship, and boasted enough firepower to take down a capital ship... Suffice it to say, clearing the skies of ruined capital ships was not a tall order. The Mjolnir roared to life as countless yottawatts of electricity built up deep inside of its barrel. EM beam emitters mingled with remote energy distortion field generators to keep the beam on target in case of light-lag, practically microwaving the hulls of the crashing capitals as the targeting and guidance array paints a clear path for the capital-sized lightning beam to follow.

The Mjolnir was in position. It was time to save the planet... again. :roll:

With a crack of thunder great enough to be mistaken for a thermonuclear detonation, a beam of electrons thick enough to be considered "hard light" erupted out of the self-propelled gun's muzzle, blinding those on the surface of the Earth with a flash bright enough to drown out the Sun's own light. The lightning beam pulsed across the heavens for only a split-second, pouring its light and energy into the crashing capitals. The electrons blew clean through the hulls and dispersed, spreading to every molecule and arcing to every piece of metal as they diffused. Such was the amount of energy imparted that the Mjolnir's thunderbolt managed to turn much of the capitals to plasma, superheating the rest of their metal into molten liquids and exploding vapors; the ruined capitals were lit up like a pair of binary stars as they began to enter the stratosphere. After having considerably reduced the masses of the incoming objects, the electrons dispersed through the atmosphere, interacting with the ionosphere to create an aurora as bright as day on that side of the planet. In the capital ships' place, the inhabitants of North America were instead left with a rain of molten metal; it was going to cause fatalities for anybody who wasn't in an underground bunker or under a force-field, but at least there would not be a mass-extinction event... Not today.

Unfortunately, tomorrow wasn't looking so good- thanks to the arrival of two new Ellian fleets.

While the starship commanders were busy remotely toasting their efforts at minimizing the damage done by the Jackanian fleet's rash decision, the presence of reinforcements began to flood into the collective minds of the Crucilandians. "...יחידות, יש לנו בעיה," a Meal-Chozeh stated flatly, telepathically gesturing at the Spirit Fleet and Purity Fleet. "האם הם יעסקו ביחידת המשימה שלנו? אני מרגישה שאולי משכנו את תשומת לבם כשאידאנו את שרידי הפגיון," a Tat-Chozeh deadpanned. "תן להם לבוא. אם יש לנו את תשומת הלב שלהם, אז בעלי ברית הקסגוני שלנו יכול להתמקד בהתמודדות עם כוח המשימה כי הוא נשלח לאחר מכן," Tat-Adon Hayes ordered. "מה נעשה על כוח המשימה שכבר עסק בהקסגונים?" the Tat-Chozeh asked. The Tat-Adon gazed upon the task force, considering its altitude. "הם כבר נוחתים על פני השטח. אנחנו לא יכולים למחוק אותם מן השמים עם תחמושת כבד שלנו בזמן שהם כל כך קרוב לכדור הארץ. נצטרך לתת להם ללכת עכשיו, עד שנוכל לקבוע אם יש איומים מיידיים על יחידת המשימה שלנו," he replied. The heavier weapons carried by the vessels powered down, sinking back down into the gold-tinted hulls of the Crucilandian crafts until their armored tops were flush with the rest of the armor-plating. The weapons' power was fed into their propulsion systems, ready to rapidly move the task unit to a better firing point as needed.

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